Wings
"You take off your evening dress, standing facing the wall"... Butusov sang in my ear again... a favorite song. For some reason, it always sends a shiver through my body. And so it was this time. Although maybe the wind is to blame, roaming so freely across the field?
I was sitting by the river at my dacha. Weaving a wreath of wildflowers and listening to music on my player. The sun flooded everything around with its light; there seemed to be no shadow, even under the trees. Ah... how pleasant it is to sit like this... in just a sundress on the grass and indulge in memories of what happened here with me when I was 18...
That evening, there was a big drinking party. Some guy's birthday,
unknown to me. Night. A bonfire. A guitar. In short, everything teenagers love so much. My girlfriends and I were sitting and chirping carelessly about boys. When suddenly HE approached our fire.I fell in love at first sight. Tall, with long black hair. Clearly older than us by at least 5 years. Aristocratic features. And his eyes! In the darkness, I saw how they burned, no, simply blazed with some kind of hellish flame.
I heard someone call him by name. Andrey. So it's definitely fate. That's my favorite name.
He sat a little apart from everyone. Gathering my courage, I went up to him and sat down next to him. He smelled of freedom, wind, and loneliness. I turned to him and asked:
— Do you like Nautilus?
— Yes, — he answered.
— Will you play?
— No.
— Why are you alone?
He tensed up at this question somehow. He turned to me and began to look intently into my eyes. My cheeks burned under his intense gaze.
— Let's go, — he said.
I obeyed.
He took me by the hand and we walked along the riverbank. We walked in silence. But that was enough for me.
— Let's sit down, — he said, lowering himself onto the cool grass. He spread his leather jacket nearby, inviting me.
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I shuddered.
"Don't be afraid," — he said. Everything will be fine.
He leaned over me and lowered me to the ground. He began to stroke my hair and face. Gradually, he started lowering his hands lower, first touching my waist, then my hips. I lay there, afraid to admit that I hadn't been with a man yet. I wanted him so much! He's so handsome! But it was still scary.
As if reading my thoughts, he said: "Don't be afraid. It will hurt a little at first. Then you'll get used to it."
His hands began to slowly creep under my little dress. Goosebumps popped up and started racing all over my body. He did everything slowly. As if he wanted to study every centimeter. He took off his t-shirt and jeans. Then it was my turn to be left in just my underwear.
— You have beautiful breasts. A bit big for your age, actually, but it's fine. He touched his lips to my nipple. After a few moments, he began to nibble on it. Something ached low in my stomach. No one had ever kissed my breasts before.
He began to trail kisses downward, caressing my tummy, running his hands all over my body, lingering on my breasts, then moving down.
And then he came right up to my crotch. With a light movement, he spread my legs. His head was level with my pussy.
— How sweet a virgin smells. Something so special. I still can't figure out what exactly.
He kissed my pubic mound, and a little lower. And suddenly, with his tongue, he parted my lips and pressed against my clitoris. A quiet cry escaped me, I liked it so much. He began to caress it with his tongue, moving it around. I moaned.
He lifted my bottom a little and began to kiss my pussy. Sometimes running his tongue over it.
— Here are your first secretions. Mmmmm... so tasty... you're so sweet! Time to get down to business.
Andrey undressed completely and I saw a man's penis for the first time. I liked it. It was so big! So... I don't even know... firm and beautiful. He began to rub it against me. Over my breasts, over my tummy, and then he touched it to my pussy. With a sharp movement, one thrust, he entered me. I screamed. He covered my mouth with a kiss. I started to struggle, but his hands held me firmly.
— It's too late to squirm now, my girl. It's already done. Lie still or I'll have to tie you up.
His movements were sharp, strong, like a real male's. He entered me with some kind of animalistic greed, paying no attention to my quiet cries and pleas to stop. After about 3 minutes, when it felt a bit looser inside my vagina, he flipped me over, putting me on my knees. He entered me from behind just as sharply and just started fucking me. With one hand, he held me by the thigh, with the other, he kneaded my breast. I wasn't trying to scream anymore; I started to like what he was doing to me. Now I was moaning and moving my hips in rhythm with him.
— I see you've gotten used to it already, so it's time to finish. Come on, turn to me. He pulled his cock out of me and directed it into my mouth. I resisted. Then he grabbed me by the hair and began to push my mouth onto his cock. He fucked my mouth fiercely, going all the way to my throat! And soon he pulled his cock out and his cum poured onto my face. There was so much of it, I almost threw up. I wiped the cum off with my hands, but he made me lick it all off my fingers. I was disgusted. I started to cry.
— You should thank me, my girl. I helped you. You'll remember me for the rest of your life.
He stopped seeming so wonderful to me. It was all because of the pain he caused me. Tears wouldn't stop rolling down my face.
Andrey got dressed and left.
And I sat there with my bare bottom on the grass, and only one thought was in my head:
"Where are your wings that I liked?"...
Author's e-mail: hardmode@bk.ru