Waited for him from the army
I started dating a guy when I was n. His name was Sergei, he was 18. We lived in the same neighborhood. The relationship barely started because he was afraid to get involved with me. The thing is, my father is a very important man, aiming for a deputy position next year. Our family has always been wealthy. I have a driver and security, I studied at expensive institutions. And Sergei was a very simple guy, but extraordinarily handsome and kind. We met through mutual friends. He grew up terribly early, his mom died when he was little, he lived with his dad and an elderly grandmother. His father worked as a lumberjack and was often not home. How did I realize I was in love?
Simply – he wasn't like the others.Around me were rich, spoiled softies and weaklings, they were clearly immature and empty. He, however, was studying, working part-time as an electrician, taking care of his grandmother and the house, cooking. One morning I was returning from a nightclub, it was 5 a.m., and I saw a guy in a tracksuit – it was him. It also turned out that he runs and works out at the stadium every morning before school. I was simply bewitched by him! He didn't want to get involved with me; his friend Danil told me he was sure that "princesses" like me wouldn't stoop to simple people and that I was just playing with him. Then I openly confessed my feelings to him, and we started dating. It was dizzying!!!!
He courted me beautifully, did all sorts of crazy things for me. He kissed amazingly, joked fantastically, I was constantly laughing with him. I remember when his grandmother passed away, he only allowed himself to cry in front of me, he loved her deeply, and I loved him for being the kindest and purest person in the world. I didn't even think about sex, I considered myself still a child, although strange feelings often surged from his caresses. He only once said that pleasure could be had with anyone, but everything would happen with me when I was ready. His uncle was a colonel and he wanted to follow a military path, he had to go into the army. He was sent to serve in the eastern part. I finished school, entered university, and waited for him. A year passed, we constantly called and wrote to each other. He asked me to send my photos. Summer was coming to an end when it was time to meet him.
Over that year, I matured a lot, began to understand my body better, touched myself when talking to him on the phone, and my body screamed of maturity, and I decided I wanted to do IT when we were finally together. I, his father, and his friend Danil went to the train station. When I saw him, a thought flashed: it wasn't for nothing that I turned away all my suitors, he's worth a thousand of them. A handsome, tall, muscular guy with a snow-white smile. The shaved head suited him very well. He was perfect. He lifted me like a feather with one hand (the other held a bag) and spun me in the air and said: my love, I will never leave you again! And shyly, embarrassed by his father's presence, he quickly kissed me on the lips. We went to his house. Danil was driving, his father sat in the front. And we were in the back. Danil apologized: there were some boxes on the back seat, they didn't fit in the trunk, and I had to sit on Sergei's lap. The ride home was a trial not just for me. We whispered to each other:
– You've become so beautiful, so feminine
– And the military uniform really suits you. And you've really stretched out. And your skin is so dark!
– Yeah, they ran us ragged under the scorching sun and I got a really good tan
– It suits you – I said, embarrassed.
I glanced at the others, they were busy talking, and I dared to kiss him. Again, like back then, a year ago, that bold, long tongue penetrated me. He immediately slipped his hand under the hem of my dress. Breathed loudly. I was stunned, but it felt good to feel a man's hand stroking my thighs. I started stroking his neck more actively, but he abruptly grabbed my hand, stopped all caresses, and said: don't... It took me a few minutes to understand that he was afraid they would see his arousal when we got out. What a... God, stupid child! – I got angry at myself.
The evening went well, we had dinner, chatted, and he walked me home. I prepared for a long, dramatic goodbye, but he said: slip out of the house tonight, I'll borrow Danil's car and pick you up, we'll drive around the city, go somewhere, I've missed you and want to spend time alone with you.
When everyone was asleep, I quietly left the house and he was already waiting on the street. We drove to the mountains and, completely mutually, moved to the back seat and started kissing. He wasn't as tender as before, didn't speak sweet nothings, didn't shower my face and body with kisses. He was different: the kisses were deep and greedy, lustful hands gently but firmly squeezed my breasts and buttocks. His strong torso easily pushed me onto my back and I found myself under him.
– I want you. – he rasped
– How I dreamed of you – he whispered and, spreading my legs wider, began to enter.
It was terribly painful, I started pushing him away, but he just continued and after a couple of moments forced it all the way in. He stopped and started gently kissing my neck, stroking my body. I got used to him being inside me, although I felt strong discomfort, fear, was afraid to move, my girl seemed like it would tear apart any moment under the onslaught of his sledgehammer. Taking him to his full length seemed unreal, but nevertheless, he was in me to the hilt.
He later apologized for a long time for everything – said he often satisfied himself with my photos, that it's hard when you don't even see women for months, that he lost control from the moment I sat on his lap in the car... The whole car was covered in my blood and his semen, Danil was probably angry.