Daughter
The first person I saw on the school doorstep was Galka. I recognized her immediately, even though I hadn't seen her for a full twenty years. Of course, she had filled out a bit, become more matronly, but it didn't spoil her at all—on the contrary, it gave her more femininity and appeal. Her face, too, was practically unchanged. The same neat little nose, full lips, and the mischievous gaze of dark green eyes from under a fluffy fringe.
She also recognized me right away, even though she had never seen me in uniform. The brand-new uniform with the recently acquired lieutenant colonel's shoulder boards fit me like a glove and, as I knew, suited me very well.
"Sashka, is that you?" she exclaimed, throwing up her hands.
"It's me, who else."
A chorus of voices greeted our appearance. I recognized familiar and not-so-familiar faces, shook outstretched hands, trying to remember everyone's names. Some had changed, and significantly. About twenty people had gathered in total. We took our seats at the desks, Galka settled down right next to me. We reminisced about various funny stories, comical situations, those who weren't with us. Looking at her profile, I remembered...
In the ninth grade, after a medical check-up, one of her "girlfriends" spread the news. Now everyone circled around her, licking their lips, secretly dreaming of partaking in the "vice." There were many pretty girls in our class back then, but Galka attracted people like a magnet. However, no one in our class could boast of any conquests. She dated older guys, probably because they knew their way around. A year later, when other girls also embarked on the path of learning about the physiology of human relationships, she received less attention. Rumors circulated that our little Galochka had become almost a professional in the field of sex, but I hadn't been able to verify that back then. And after school, many of us, including me, scattered to different places, and I never saw her again.
"Sanya, what are you thinking about?" asked my deskmate, pressing her hot thigh against me.
"It's better to live this way, more fun," she whispered, pressing against me during the dance. "My daughter is a beauty."
"Takes after her mom?" I complimented her. "I'd like to see her."
"Let's get out of here," she suddenly whispered, scorching my ear with her hot breath.
It was fresh and quiet outside. After the noisy, stuffy hall, it was pleasant to take a walk and breathe the fresh air.
"Where shall we go?" I decided to clarify our relationship right away.
"Let's just take a walk," Galka suggested, evidently still unsure of her intentions.
I had no choice but to agree. She took my arm, and we slowly walked down the street. An hour or more passed in leisurely conversation. When we reached her building entrance, she extended her hand in farewell, but I couldn't resist, pulled her to me, and planted one of the most sensual kisses on her lips. Her body responded instantly, leaning into me, she trembled all over with excitement.
"You can't come to my place," she whispered between kisses, "my daughter is already grown up and I don't want..."
Grabbing her hand, I pulled her deeper into the entrance, pushed her into a dark corner under the stairs. The entrance was a throughway, the building old. It had obviously been renovated recently because it smelled of fresh paint.
Pinning Galka against the wall, I dove my lips onto her mouth again, slipping my hand into the neckline of her white blouse. She gasped softly when I squeezed the fairly firm, pleasant-to-touch breast with my hand. The bra cup slid down, and a taut nipple pressed into my palm. We kissed like possessed, getting more and more heated in these long-forgotten, school-like conditions. My hand crept under her skirt, pulled her panties down. Trembling with excitement, I felt Galka's fingers stroking my erect member through the fabric of my trousers. Pulling the zipper tab, I allowed them inside. A hot palm wrapped around its shaft, squeezed lightly, trying to pull it out.
We continued kissing, simultaneously caressing each other, and just at the moment when I was about to drive my hero into her heated little hole, an agitated girl's voice came from somewhere above.
"Mom, where are you?"
Galka jerked, breaking free from my embrace, and started adjusting her clothes.
"Mom!" reached us again.
"Coming, coming, Svetochka," Galka responded in a voice breaking with agitation. "I'll be right there."
"Until tomorrow," she whispered to me, pulling up her fallen panties and smoothing her skirt. "Come around six o'clock. Apartment eight."
She pecked me on the lips and dashed up the stairs.
"I saw through the window when you entered the entrance," I heard her daughter's voice. "You went in, but you weren't coming up. Who was that?"
Galka started explaining something, but I wasn't listening anymore, successfully making my way out of the entrance. Tomorrow means tomorrow.
We met the next day, went to a restaurant—fortunately, I had money—walked around the city, and came back to the same issue: "Where and how?"
"You see, my Svetochka is still a little, naive girl," Galka whispered in my ear, pressing her whole body against me. "I can't bring men home. She'll misunderstand."
Well, that's a surprise—what a surprise!
"Gal-l! What men?" I took offense. "We're classmates. Can't we just visit each other? We'll get a bottle of wine, sit, talk..."
"If it ended with just talk," she muttered doubtfully. "I know it won't end that way, and I don't want it to..."
"Then let's go to a hotel,"—no one will bother us there.
"There's only one decent hotel here, and I used to work there," she shook her head. "No, no. I don't want people gossiping later."
What to do with her? Take her to the entrance again, under the stairs? I could see she wanted me but was afraid. Our little Galochka had changed completely.
"How old is your daughter?" I asked.
"Eighteen, soon to be 19."
"Oh! She's already grown up. So, surely she'll understand?"
"Alright, you convinced me," Galochka finally gave in.
We popped into a supermarket, got a couple of bottles of wine, a box of chocolates, some fruit. No one was home at her place. Her little daughter was out somewhere, as evidenced by a note left on the kitchen table.
"See how it is, and you were afraid," I said, pulling her to me.
Without further ado, we fell upon each other like possessed. Galka could be understood. According to her, she hadn't had a man for about two years. She was bursting with untapped energy. I barely had time to realize what was happening before I found myself in her bedroom. I must admit, she hadn't lost her skills over the years and gave herself like a woman possessed, as if for the last time in her life. I also got carried away and, in a short time, came twice, making her squeal with pleasure.
As we lay relaxed after the love session, the phone rang. Galka jumped up and, flashing her white, appetizing buttocks, rushed to the hallway.
"It was my daughter," she informed me a couple of minutes later. "She'll be back in half an hour, asked me not to worry."
"Then I guess I'll be going," I rose from the bed.
"But you wanted to see her, to meet her," Galka smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Stay, and we'll see. We haven't even had a drink of what we brought."
"Did you like it?" Galka asked, rising from her knees. "It's faster this way," she added, shooting a glance and licking her lips.
I didn't have time to answer because a deafening ring sounded in the hallway. Galka fluttered around the room in fright, feverishly putting on the clothes scattered on the floor. I followed her example. My army training came in handy. A minute later, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring intently at the TV screen.
"What took so long, Mom? I almost..."
"Quiet, you. We have a guest," Galka interrupted her.
A couple of minutes later, a tall, brown-eyed girl entered the room, who looked so much like her mother from twenty years ago that I even gaped in surprise. She was the spitting image of Galka, maybe even a bit prettier.
"This is my daughter," Galka introduced her with obvious pride. "And this is..."
"Very pleased to meet you," I said, standing up, not lying in the slightest. "I'm your mom's classmate. My name is Alexander," I added, taking the girl's hand in mine.
I was genuinely pleased to behold this embodiment of youth and beauty. I pressed my lips to the silky skin, noticing how the slender fingers in my hand suddenly trembled. She smiled, giving me an attentive look from her brown eyes, fringed with long lashes. Galka shifted awkwardly behind her back.
"Why aren't you treating our guest?" the girl asked, turning to her mother.
"We just got home," Galochka bustled about as if making excuses. "We bought wine, some fruit."
"And I have chocolates," the daughter announced, "I was treated to some today. Will you let me join the company?"
"Of course, what kind of question is that," I beat Galka to the reply, noticing a slight shadow of irritation on her face.
"Go change and wash your hands," her mother came to her senses. "You'll sit for a bit and then go to bed—it's already late."
"But tomorrow is Sunday," the daughter expressed surprise. "I don't have to go anywhere."
A few minutes later, the three of us were sitting at the table in the living room. Besides the wine and chocolates, the table was adorned with a bottle of Armenian cognac that Galka had taken from the bar. Simple snacks complemented it. Galka's daughter was cheerful and chattered non-stop, asking me countless questions about our school years, about life now, and my service. It seemed she was even more interested than her mother. She drank wine, taking small sips from a large, bulbous glass, but it seemed to me she was getting a bit tipsy even from that little amount.
"Alright, alright. I'm going," her daughter calmed her. "Will you come to us tomorrow?" she inquired, getting up from the table. "It's interesting listening to you, our life is so mundane and monotonous that..."
"Of course I'll come. I'm on vacation. There's nothing to do in the city, and I liked it at your place," I hurried to answer. "If your mom doesn't mind."
"Then why leave?" the girl smirked. "It's already late, and our apartment is big, there's enough room. Stay. Right, Mom?"
Galka fidgeted on her chair, glanced at me uncertainly, then at her daughter.
"Of course. It's late already. I'll make a bed for you here, if you don't mind."
I didn't mind.
"See, she's understanding, and you were afraid," I whispered to Galka when Sveta left the room and headed to the bathroom. "I'll just call my parents so they don't worry."
Leaning towards her face, I pecked her on the lips. The phone was in the hallway, and heading towards it, I had to pass by the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. What I saw made my heart beat faster. Sveta was standing under the strong streams of the shower. Even through the light, transparent curtain, her young, flexible body was visible. Long hair covered part of her chest, falling to her stomach. Reveling under the water jets, she hummed something, turning first one side, then the other. Swallowing the lump that rose in my throat with difficulty, I moved on.
I dialed the familiar number. After warning my mom I'd be staying overnight at a friend's, I returned to the room. Passing by the bathroom again, I couldn't resist and glanced at the slightly open door. Standing before the mirror in a long terry robe, Sveta was drying her hair with a colorful towel. A minute later, she shuffled with a turban on her head into her room, wishing us good night with a smirk. There was something so unusual in her gaze that I involuntarily blushed. Maybe she saw me peeking at her, or maybe...
I don't know what I imagined, but this girl certainly stirred up my thoughts. I listened distractedly to Galka as she cleared the table, helped her carry everything to the kitchen. The hostess made up a bed for me on the sofa and went to wash the dishes.
"Come to the bedroom a bit later, when Sveta falls asleep," she whispered, pressing against me, playfully stroking my lower abdomen. "Better if she doesn't know."
"But she already understands everything," I tried to reassure her. "She herself suggested I stay," I added, heading to the bathroom.
Standing under the shower, I involuntarily pictured the naked girl who had been there just a little while ago, and a hot wave of desire swept through my body again. Around two in the morning, I was awakened by the touch of someone's hand.
"What, are you asleep?" Galka's hot whisper hit my ear. "I'm lying there, waiting for you... Or don't you want to anymore?" Her hand slid under the sheet covering me.
At that moment, I was actually dreaming about her daughter, and in a very interesting pose, so my member instantly responded to her mother's caress. Rubbing my eyes, I got up and followed her to the bedroom. Galka never let go of my treasure, immediately getting down to business. I again felt the amazing touches of her lips, tongue, silky skin.
And then there was crazy sex. I literally tore into her body, penetrating to the full depth, and with every thrust, she moaned loudly, meeting me halfway. In the end, we both convulsed in a shattering orgasm, growling like animals and scratching each other. If only she knew who I was imagining in her place at that moment. Exhausted, we fell back on the pillow, catching our breath.
"Quiet!" Galka suddenly perked up. "Do you hear?"
I listened. No noise. But then I heard the light, quick steps of bare feet.
"She's not asleep!" Galka whispered with horror in her voice.
"Maybe she went to the toilet or to get a drink of water," I tried to calm the agitated mother. "Could be anything."
But Galka could no longer be calmed. She lay there, fearfully listening to the rustles in the night apartment, and I had no choice but to return to my sofa.
I was awakened by a bright ray of sunlight. It shone right in my eyes, escaping from under the half-closed curtains. I stretched, trying to remember where I was upon waking. I remembered immediately and glanced at the large wall clock. The hands showed half past seven. I didn't want to get up so early, especially since I was on vacation. The apartment was quiet; the hosts were probably still asleep. I closed my eyes again and was just beginning to drift off when I