Extra day

"I survived it!" That's probably what everyone standing in the ranks thought. The first six months of nautical school... When pampered youngsters found themselves under barracks conditions. Constant hunger, chronic sleep deprivation, nitpicking from upperclassmen, and even hand-to-hand brawls—all behind us. The farewell send-off from the commander and the political officer before our first, cadet, ten-day leave. Home, friends, and if we had one—a girlfriend—awaited us ahead. And we all deeply didn't give a damn that it was minus twenty outside. We had earned this! Then the political officer poured balm on our souls: anyone who tells their former school about our nautical school would get an extra day added to their leave.

All you had to do was get a form from the commander and get the school's stamp on it. There were no fools willing to give the barracks an extra day of their life!

The "Gostiny Dvor" department store (to buy gifts), Pulkovo Airport, two hours by plane, and—hello, homeland! Even the thirty-degree frost at home feels easier to bear. The neighbor girl, Irinka—how her eyes sparkled! She was so happy to see me and with the gift that she gave herself to me right in the bathroom, unprotected, while our parents were setting the table... We used up a pack of condoms literally in three days. And... we parted. She left for a week on a business trip, assuring me not to worry about the consequences of our intimacy...

The tour of friends and comrades brought only disappointment. Half of my former female classmates were already suffering from morning sickness, and my friends had concerns that didn't interest me. But any vacation, even the worst, is always better than the best work! A couple of days before "H-hour," I remembered I needed to visit the school. The headmistress said I should come in uniform and tell them about myself, how I studied, what I achieved. We agreed on tomorrow.

The leave ended; this was the extra day granted by the school command for recruitment. All three tenth-grade classes were gathered in the assembly hall, where I gave a speech. I recalled the lines from I. Ilf and E. Petrov: "Ostap hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. Therefore, his eloquence was extraordinary." Mine lasted about fifteen minutes.

Having gotten the coveted stamp, I headed home. Taking off my uniform, I went to the window. From my house, the road went uphill at about a thirty-degree angle; three nine-story buildings stood to the side in a 'stepladder' pattern. There was a roundabout path along the sidewalk and a "folk" shortcut diagonally. But climbing it in winter, when it was worn down to pure ice, was suicidal. Although, as the gamekeeper Kuzmich said in "Peculiarities of the National Hunt": "In Russia, there's a supply of fools for a hundred years." In the middle of the road, on her knees, holding onto her shin, sat a high school girl. "Well, sweetie, the distance AC isn't always less than ABC," I snorted, stepping away from the window. Changing into a tracksuit and sipping the coffee I made for myself, I returned to the window. About fifteen minutes had passed. The girl was still sitting in the same spot. "Get up, you fool, you'll freeze your little pee-pee," I commented on the scene. Suddenly it dawned on me that something was wrong. Taking a last sip and throwing on a windbreaker, I shuffled outside. Even as kids, playing "king of the hill," we tried to run up the icy slope. I knew I had about five steps; more than that and I wouldn't stay upright on the ice. Falling sideways onto the ice, I managed to grab her and pull her on top of me. So she slid down on me. "Thank you, Yura." "Do we know each other?" "You just gave a speech to us." "Ah, then I'll walk you. Can you walk?" "I'll try." With my help, she stood up, limping slightly, and took a couple of steps. "What's your name?" "Mila." "Beautiful name." Throwing her backpack over my shoulder and half-embracing her waist without asking permission, I led her the "roundabout" way. The girl was about shoulder-height to me. The kind ordinary girls invite along to meet a guy. An inconspicuous gray mouse: unattractive, shy, with complexes. I never even noticed girls like that! After about fifteen minutes, we reached her entrance. Just in time, as in my light jacket I was starting to freeze. "What floor?" I asked in the elevator. "Seventh." Opening the door with a key, she invited me in. Turning on the light in the hallway, she gasped slightly and leaned against the wall. "Does it hurt a lot?" "It's okay." I helped her take off her outerwear and shoes. Cursing under my breath, I picked her up in my arms. "What are you doing?!" "Where's your room?" "Straight ahead." Pushing the door open, I entered and carefully laid her on the bed. "Take off your tights." "Why?" "I'll check your leg." "Turn around!" Turning my back, I looked around the room. Soft toys here and there. I smiled: just like a little girl. "Yura," she called, "I'm ready." Having done several sports in school, I had an idea about dislocations, sprains, etc. Sitting on the bed, carefully examining her leg, I almost swore—a mild dislocation! The ankle was slightly swollen, but sitting on the ice in the cold had actually helped. "Nothing serious. Where's the bandage? I'll make a tight bandage, you can take it off in the evening." After applying the bandage to her ankle and tying it in a bow, I let go of her leg. "Thank you." I looked at her. While applying the bandage, her apron and dress hem had ridden up slightly, revealing her panties a little. Seeing where I was looking, she blushed, pulled down the apron, but didn't adjust the dress... "Lie down for an hour, it'll get better. I'll go. Be well, Mila." I started to get up from the bed. "Wait," she grabbed my arm. Since I had already started moving and absolutely didn't expect this, I lost my balance and collapsed on top of her. She snorted ironically: "And the Colossus has feet of clay!" Taking this as mockery and wanting revenge, I started kissing her. "Let go, stop, enough," she squirmed under me, trying to push me off, turning her face away and pushing against my chest. Suddenly, our lips met. Going limp all at once, she slowly wrapped her arms around my neck and, with childlike inexperience, began responding to my kisses. My member, peacefully dormant until then, instantly stood up. Overcome by sudden lust, leaning back, I pulled down my sweatpants and underwear in one motion. Glancing at me and ashamed of what she saw, she averted her eyes. The apron and dress hem were hiked up, and only her panties hid her sex. I carefully pulled them down. She grabbed them with her hands. "Promise you won't touch!" "Of course," I lied. She slowly removed her hands... Exposing her crotch, I lay on top and began kissing her pliant lips. At first, she only offered them, watching me warily. Gradually, getting aroused, she began responding to the kisses, involuntarily closing her eyes. Then, I started moving my member over her pubic mound, covered with hair. By her quickened breathing, I understood her growing desire. Now she was kissing me with passionate kisses. Her pelvis began involuntarily rising to meet me in rhythm with the movement, showing how fiercely she wanted sex here and now! Without thinking long, I directed my member into her moist slit. Her labia, swollen in anticipation of intercourse, slightly parted the entrance to her vagina. The member, slipping between them and generously lubricated by her vaginal fluids, easily entered her still untouched, tenderly elastic intimate organ. Gasping from surprise and pain, she was stunned, shocked by the irreversibility of what had happened. "What have you done?! You... I... I'm a girl!" "A woman now," I corrected her, beginning thrusting movements so she would realize the inevitability of what had occurred. Biting her lip and sobbing a few times, saying goodbye to childhood, she patiently began accepting my member inside, starting her adult life. Youth, arousal, and the virginal tightness of her vagina accelerated the finale. Unable to hold back any longer, by the right of the victor, I released into her womb. "Just not inside me," she whispered, coming to her senses. "Too late," I replied, lifting myself to get up. The next moment, she pulled me back down onto her. "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 her legs from under me, she spread them wide. Sitting up, she pulled her dress and bra up, revealing her small, firm breasts: "We need to reinforce the results of the practical lesson..."

This time she gave herself passionately, rolling her eyes, moaning, and rhythmically moving her hips with each of my thrusts. At first, I fucked her slowly, driving my member deep into her. But as orgasm approached, I began increasing the pace, which only inflamed her more. Temperamentally jerking beneath me, arching her back, clutching me with her hands, she convulsively shuddered several times. At that moment, spermatozoa burst from my member, rushing in search of her egg. Going limp, she sank onto the bed, trembling slightly, exhaling sweetly: "God, I came!" I collapsed on top of her afterward, reflexively continuing to move my member inside. Holding me close, she didn't let go: "Don't pull out... I want... all of it... there..."

Catching her breath, embarrassed, not raising her eyes, she got up from the bed, shyly straightened her dress and apron. "Wait. I'll go to the bathroom, clean up. Then I'll make you some tea." Limping slightly, she took a few steps. At the door, she turned around. "And then... if you kiss me there, I'll do anything you want for you. Until six, when my parents come, we still have plenty of time..." Smiling playfully and turning her back, she disappeared into the doorway. On the back of her school dress, a small brownish stain was visible from below...

Returning home around six, I discovered a hickey on my neck. My mother snorted sarcastically: "Doesn't look like a bruise. Maybe from the strong wind? Watch you don't give one to someone else..."

The next day, the plane carried me away to my new, cadet life...

P.S. Half a year later, finishing my first year, corresponding with the neighbor girl, right before the final math exam, I received a letter in which I learned she had decided to enroll in a university for correspondence courses. She needed a reference and went to the school. She ended up at the graduation ceremony. She was extremely surprised at what reckless graduates they had now. In their graduating class, one was pregnant and in this one too. About 17-18 weeks (fifth month). And strangely, an ordinary gray mouse: no looks, no figure. Who would even be interested in someone like that?! And what a silly name, either Ella or Mila...

I didn't get to graduate from the school with a "silver" diploma. There was only one C grade in it, in math...

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