Black ice.

This is the second part of the story "An Extra Day". The same events, but retold from the other (female) side...

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I knew I wasn't a beauty. I was constantly told as a child that my eyes were small, my nose was big, my lips were thin. At school, I was nicknamed "Froggy". All my life I was told: "Don't be born beautiful, be born happy." That saying infuriated me terribly. My mother also said that one should win people over not with looks, but with modesty, being well-read, educated, and hardworking. But I never believed anyone, not even the closest people. The boys at school paid no attention to me. So I resigned myself, there was no other choice. After all, beauty —

it's not everything in life.

That day, we were gathered in the assembly hall. They said a former graduate, a cadet from the nautical school, would now speak. A young guy in a naval uniform walked onto the stage. I disliked him immediately. Handsome, in a uniform that suited him very well, he smiled a childish, kind smile. The girls started whispering, the boys fell silent unfriendly. "Good morning, my name is Yuri," he began cheerfully, "I understand you all couldn't care less about what I'm going to say now. But your lesson was canceled, I have my own interests too, so let's endure each other a bit and part ways like 'ships in the open sea'." Friendly laughter eased the tension, which only increased my unfriendliness. The girls are probably pining for him...

After the monologue of this "Mr. Perfection" ended, I quickly gathered my things and headed home. My parents, leaving for work, gave me a bunch of chores. What am I, their "serf"?! Angry at that cretin and at the whole wide world, I stubbornly started climbing up the "people's" path, although it would have been wiser not to tempt fate. "If I make it, I'll meet a guy just like him," I made a wish. Midway, my legs slipped out from under me, I couldn't slide down standing or lying down, so I just sat down on the path, hitting my ankle. Yeah, what a day this is! To call for help is embarrassing, I wanted to howl from despair... Suddenly, a guy in a light jacket came out of the entrance. It was him, the culprit of all my misfortunes! After considering something, he ran across the ice towards me. I wonder, what was there to consider? I've never seen anything more stupid. A couple of steps before reaching me, he jumped forward and, grabbing me, flipped onto his back. We slid down like on a sled, and he was the sled! "Thank you, Yura." "Do we know each other?" "You just spoke to us." "Ah, then I'll walk you. Can you walk?" "I'll try." With his help, I stood up, limping slightly, and took a couple of steps. "What's your name?" "Mila." "Beautiful name." Throwing my backpack over his shoulder, this weirdo, as if I were his girlfriend, half-embracing me around the waist, without even asking permission, led me on a "detour" path. The nylon of his jacket on the back, where the sleeve was, had torn. It seemed like an eternity before we reached my entrance. "Which floor?" he asked in the elevator. "Seventh." Opening the door, I invited, "Come in." Turning on the light in the hallway, I gasped and pressed my back against the wall. What a fool, why did I invite him? "Does it hurt a lot?" "It's okay." Unexpectedly, he, like a gentleman, helped me take off my outerwear and shoes. Suddenly, he picked me up in his arms. I was taken aback, "What are you doing?!" "Where's your room?" "Straight ahead." Pushing the door, he entered and carefully laid me on the bed. "Take off your tights." "Why?" "I'll examine your leg." "Turn around!" He turned his back. Goodness, he's well-mannered too! Just like a local Alain Delon... Puzzled by his behavior, I took off my tights and hid them under the pillow. "Yura," I called him, "I'm ready." Sitting on the bed, he carefully examined my leg, "Nothing serious, where's the bandage? I'll make a tight bandage, take it off in the evening." After applying the bandage to my ankle, he let go of my leg. I liked his touch and attention. No classmate had ever behaved like that with me. "Thank you." He looked at me. While applying the bandage, my school pinafore had ridden up. Seeing where he was looking, I blushed and pulled down the pinafore. "Lie down for an hour, it'll get better. I'll go. Goodbye, Mila." He started to get up from the bed. "Wait," I grabbed his hand, intending to say he had torn his jacket. The next moment, he lost his balance and fell on top of me. I snorted ironically: "And the Colossus has feet of clay!" His eyes flashing, he started trying to kiss me. "Let go, stop, enough," I twisted under him, turning my face away and pushing with my hands, trying to throw him off. What does he think he's doing?! Suddenly, our lips met. It was my first kiss with a guy. His hot lips seemed to paralyze me, my arms wrapped around his neck on their own, and my lips opened to the kiss. Some unknown feeling began to fill me. Giving in to passion, I impulsively started kissing his lips. Suddenly, breathing rapidly, he got off me. Looking at him, I was speechless. He was pulling down his sweatpants and underwear. Having managed to see his erect penis, ashamed of what I saw, I looked away. A mysterious feeling, again spread through my body with pleasant warmth. I'm not so bad after all, if this handsome guy got so excited. My pinafore and dress, while we were struggling, had ridden up high. I was breathless at the thought that he could see from below. The next moment, he took hold of my panties and carefully pulled them down. I grabbed them with both hands. "Promise you won't touch!" "Of course," he reassured. Unconsciously, I wanted him to see my private parts, to understand that I was like everyone else, and that everything was fine down there. There was no sense of danger at all, and I recklessly removed my hands... Exposing my genitals, he lay on top again and began to kiss my lips. At first, it was just pleasant. I wish those cows from my class could see me now! Their jaws would drop seeing who I'm kissing! A feeling of gloating began to fill me and my eyes involuntarily closed. But I was wrong! It was a different feeling... His kisses began to arouse me. Desire, slowly emerging, began to spread under pressure that was impossible to resist, enveloping me from all sides. Transferring his weight onto me and pressing his member against my mons pubis, he began to press on me with the rhythmic movements of his body. I started to lack air, so passionately was I kissing him. My mind was absent, my body was completely out of my control. It began to vibrate on its own and adjust to the rhythm of his movement. My breath was taken away by an irresistible desire for immediate satisfaction, my body simply demanded that it happen. Such a feeling cannot be described in words, it's like fireworks in the head, and then an EXPLOSION!!! I came to from the pain, feeling his hard, tubular piece of skin inside me, shocked by the irreversibility of what had happened. "What did you do?! You... I... I'm a girl!" "A woman now," he corrected, continuing his back-and-forth movements. Biting my lip so he wouldn't see my tears, capitulating with slave-like submission and offering no resistance, I began to accept his penetrations. At first slightly painful, then warmly pleasant and slippery, then it became hot and wet. "Just not inside me," I whispered, coming to my senses. It was the middle of my menstrual cycle. "It's too late already," he answered, lifting himself to get up. What an injustice of fate: he used me, dishonored me, came and... didn't satisfy me! Burning with righteous indignation, I pulled him back, onto me. "Alright, what's done is done... They say the first time isn't dangerous... I hope this isn't all you're capable of!" Freeing my pinned legs from under him, I spread them to improve blood flow. Lifting my body, I pulled my dress and bra up, exposing my breasts. He didn't even touch them, some ladies' man he is! "We need to reinforce the results of the practical lesson..."

This time I felt how his convex head, pressing into my entrance, began to stretch it to fit inside. An awareness of pleasant fullness arose as he penetrated deeper and deeper. The sensation of my vaginal muscles gripping his member, its pressing hardness, and from this, a pleasant languor spreading through my body and simultaneously a thirst for more. Feeling his member not only physically but also soulfully, which was natural: he entered — I accepted. And then it went like clockwork... At first, it was just good-good, but something was incomplete. And then so good-good-good that it carried me away. At that moment, I experienced such an excess of happiness that I was ready to explode! It's a pity it lasted only fractions of a second. Such euphoria set in, my body seemed to melt. "God, I came!" He leaned on me, reflexively continuing the movements with his member. Embracing him, I didn't let go, wanting to prolong this moment: "Don't pull out... I want... everything... there..."

Having caught my breath and calmed down, slightly embarrassed by what had happened, I got up from the bed, straightened my dress and pinafore. Down there, it stung a little and, THAT! was running down my legs. "Wait. I'll go to the bathroom, tidy myself up. Then I'll make you some tea." Limping slightly, I took a few steps. It wasn't my leg that hurt, but the inner surfaces of my thighs. I remembered how a classmate said it was indescribable pleasure when a partner licks your clitoris. At the door, I turned around. "And then... if you kiss me there, I'll do for you whatever you want. Until six, when my parents come, we still have plenty of time..."

Returning home, my mother began to scold me for not having done anything. "What's wrong with you? You seem like you're not here, but somewhere far away!" That was the truth. My soul and body were next to him...

And he — simply disappeared... How I waited for him! For hours I wouldn't leave the window, ran to every ring at the door. Loved and hated! Then, a dull indifference came, why would he need me? When my period didn't come on time, I didn't even pay attention... Apathy and lethargy were replaced by bouts of nausea and vomiting. One day my mother asked when my last period was. The next day she took me to the gynecologist. Learning the result, coming out of the office, she slapped me. You can't hide an awl in a sack. By the last bell, the whole school knew I was pregnant...

P.S. This was my first, most real love. It, like the pregnancy, turned out to be unhappy. Due to severe stress during exams, I had a miscarriage...

There's just one thing I can't understand, if I loved him so much for several years, could it really be that the one I loved had no feelings or thoughts about me at all...

SY.