The Love of Zhorik and Nyusya

I had just turned 18. I had a friend, Olesya. We've been friends for a long time. Since school, since the 5th grade. I often had to be at her house. She lives alone with her mother. Their father left them long ago. Lately, I've often noticed that I get very aroused at the sight of her mom. Oleska looks a lot like her: they're like two sisters. But, of course, her mom is more beautiful. They often get into awkward situations. Olesya looks much older than her 19 years, and her mom looks younger than hers.

About the daughter, I've long dreamed of stealing an innocent kiss from her lips, touching a girl's breast with my hand, as if by accident, but about her mother, it's completely different. All sorts of thoughts simply

overwhelm me, and to calm them down, before bed, I masturbate. Don't judge me harshly. All young men my age do it, that's what they write on the internet. I'm inclined to believe it. At first, in my erotic fantasies, I imagined my friend. But that didn't arouse me at all. However, it was enough to remember how I accidentally saw a strip of white panties peeking out from under Nyusya's robe (that's what I call her to myself) when she bent over to pick up a dropped key...

The door to her room was slightly open, and we were sitting in the kitchen with Olesya having tea. Seeing her butt tightly wrapped in her robe, I got terribly aroused. Fortunately, my friend didn't notice, she was busy drinking the aromatic beverage.

But when I got home in the evening and hung a sign on my door: "Private territory! Do not enter without knocking!" Without even touching the dinner waiting for me in the fridge, I immediately gave in to debauchery. My cock was just burning! I furiously moved my hand over it, replaying in my mind again and again that moment when the woman bent over, remembering the strip of her panties. The orgasm was so strong that I even cried out. I splattered my clothes with my sperm. The next day I repeated it, but there was no such effect. This erotic fantasy of mine soon faded and withered. I wanted new impressions and revelations.

Before, it often happened that I would come to Olesya's, and she wasn't home. Then her mom would offer me to wait. I usually refused to wait in the girl's room, justifying it by saying I had no right to violate private territory. That's my quirk. Then her mom would take me to the kitchen and treat me to tea. Sometimes entertaining me with conversation, sometimes leaving me alone.

That time, I knew for sure that my friend had gone to a two-part movie at the cinema with her former classmates. I decided to take advantage of the moment, hoping for something, I don't know what. Nyusya was in a new robe, barely covering her panties. It was also semi-transparent. I don't know why she liked to dress like that, since men didn't visit her. Besides, she was a homebody. This time she wasn't wearing a bra. I almost lost the power of speech, openly staring at her breasts.

— Zhorik, Oleska went to...

— I'll wait, — I interrupted.

Without saying anything, Nyusya made an inviting gesture towards the kitchen. My heart started pounding. I realized she was doing it on purpose. After all, she also knew that her daughter wouldn't be back for at least four hours.

In the kitchen, there was an opened bottle of wine and simple snacks. Seeing only one glass, I immediately calmed down. Nyusya sat with her back to the window, her robe slightly opened, and since I was still standing, my gaze was presented with the beautiful sight of two female, milky-colored breasts. It was summer, but Anastasia never tanned. I immediately got aroused, feeling a strong tightness in my tight jeans. The woman, of course, noticed what had happened to me and even that I blushed, glancing briefly below my belt, but didn't show it at all.

— What shall we drink to? — Trying to ease my awkwardness, I smiled as I sat down.

— It's been ten years since Olesya's dad left us. But I'm even glad, — a soft smile touched the woman's lips.

I really wanted to stand up and kiss them, but I restrained myself. Though, I suspect, this desire was fully reflected on my face. Placing her hand on mine, she said:

— Will you drink a little with me for this festive date?

— With pleasure, — I agreed.

Olesya's mom impulsively stood up. The flaps of her robe opened, and for a moment my gaze was presented with a divine creation hidden by the delicate fabric of her semi-transparent panties. I almost fainted. It even seemed to me that she did it not just like that, but on purpose. And she probably practiced in front of the mirror for a long time. However, I immediately dismissed the seditious thought. I couldn't believe that my friend's mom was trying to seduce her peer.

Nyusya walked over to the wall cabinet and, standing on tiptoe, searched with her eyes for a second similar glass. Her very short robe rode up almost to her waist, presenting to the World, in my person, the lovely butt of a mature woman. My hand involuntarily dropped towards my jeans. My cock stood at full power and burned with hellish fire. Quickly unbuttoning my jeans, I changed its position: from lower to upper — less noticeable, and more comfortable. Touching it, I was amazed: how hot it was.

Olesya's mom opened the kitchen cabinet door and, bending over, not squatting, continued searching for the glass. The robe remained in that position, completely not hiding what I really wanted to see. And I saw it! I saw her slit through the semi-transparent panties.

— And what was he like? — I suddenly asked, my voice trembled, but I managed.

— Who? — the woman didn't understand, turning her face to me and adjusting her clothes.

— Your ex? — Not knowing why, I switched to "you," as if we were no longer in the status of my friend's mother and her daughter's friend.

She didn't even bat an eye, smiling crookedly, turned away again, found the glass, and said as she sat down:

— In terms of sex? A complete zero, — she continued, — and how are you with that? — the woman abruptly changed the subject, pouring wine into my glass, — no, I understand you're with Oleska. But she's a girl of strict principles and no-no before marriage. And men your age need it, — she said with a sly smile.

— Let's better drink to the ten-year mark, — for some reason switching back to "You," the young man, not yet considering himself a man, tried to evade the immodest question.

— Zhorik, why are you back to "You"? I thought we had already switched to "you"? Haven't we? — she raised her glass, as if proposing a toast.

We clinked glasses, the wine went down the wrong way, I coughed. She immediately refilled my glass, suggesting I wash it down, which I did. The cough passed. My head buzzed a little.

— You didn't answer, — the woman started her song again. Her eyes sparkled. This glass was clearly not her first.

How many she had drunk before I arrived was unknown to me, — I saw you with Natasha once. That local girl... — she didn't continue, embarrassed by the word: "slut" or "whore."

— No, Nyusya, I haven't been with anyone yet, — I suddenly called her by the name from my erotic dreams.

— What did you call me? Nyusya? — she was simply touched, — and what?! I like it. Just don't call me that in front of Oleska, agreed? — The woman placed her palm on mine again and, it seems, stroked it a little.

— Agreed, — I confirmed, — only when we're alone, I'll call you that. Yielding to a sudden impulse, I took her hand and passionately kissed her palm, and then, for some reason, licked it.

— Ouch! — Nyusya pulled her hand away, — it tickles! Let's have another drink?

— No, — I said, impulsively standing up, — let's kiss.

— Seriously? — She also stood up and, lowering her head, looked to the side.

I understood. She wants it too, but can't make the decision. After all, her future lover is not only practically her daughter's fiancé, he's also half her age. In her understanding, this was reprehensible. She was playing and, it seems, got carried away. She enjoyed seeing the young man melt and pale at the sight of her charms. The woman liked that she was still young and could make someone fall in love, not just arouse. She was waiting for a masculine step from the youth. I took it!

I approached, hugged her tightly, turned her face to me, took her by the back of the head, and directly plunged my lips into her warm, passionate lips that desired me. And that she desired me, I no longer doubted. It became clear to me that these games with accidental displays of her charms were not accidental (she later admitted it herself). But it was a game. And she couldn't even imagine how it might end. Even in her dreams, she didn't bring it to a logical conclusion.

But everything happened very quickly, unexpectedly, spontaneously. My shirt flew to the floor, followed by her robe. Her breasts were pressed against mine. I was simply bathing in rays of pleasure. My hand fumbled in her panties. Nyusya was already quite wet. Not so much from the wine, but from the passion that had seized her, she was ready for all recklessness. And as for me, I really wanted to lose my innocence with such a woman! She was perfect! Everything about her was beautiful. But back then, I couldn't have seen that. I was shaking in anticipation.

To my shame, I didn't get it in right away. Then she took it with her hand and guided it there, saying: "How hot it is!" I don't know how many years she hadn't had a man, maybe all ten? But her slit was very narrow, and my cock, poking against the barrier, caused her some discomfort and even pain. Then she asked me to let her go and turned her back to me. We immediately continued. I stroked her soft, pliable breasts and moved not too fast. It was so pleasant that no matter how much I tried to delay the approaching orgasm, I couldn't.

Having heard stories from friends that the first time, they often finish quickly, I really didn't want to repeat that. I wanted to appear as a real man to my woman, even if it was the first time. I'm sure she would have understood if what I feared had happened and wouldn't have mocked me.

All these thoughts and the fear of appearing like a rabbit did their job! I even started moving faster. My woman, and now she was mine, also began to not be indifferent to what was happening. She started moving to meet me. A moan escaped her half-open mouth. She began to whisper hotly: "My dear! My good one! More! More!" — "Harder, deeper!" — she almost screamed. But I didn't hear or wasn't listening. Finally, I floated on waves of love. I wasn't thinking about anything anymore, just enjoying...

The climactic moment of our love arrived. It was so great! So wonderful! I don't remember if I screamed with pleasure. But in the corners of my consciousness, flooded with orgasm, I heard the cries of my woman. Then she briskly ran to the bathroom. We hadn't used protection. She rarely checked her female calendar — there was no need. That time, we got lucky...

That was my first love...

Part – 2

Getting home, I couldn't sleep for a long time, reliving what had happened. Joy and even pride overwhelmed me. Finally, it happened, and with what a woman! I wanted to experience this unearthly feeling again and again. But now differently. I wanted to do it as described in love novels. Kiss every cell of the body I adored and give her pleasure not once, but many times. Daydreaming to the point of dizziness, I couldn't stand it and masturbated again, imagining doing it with my woman. After releasing, I felt ashamed. I thought it was time to stop, to direct my unbridled sexual energy in the right direction, into real love for my woman.

It was already dawn when I finally fell into an anxious sleep. In my dream, I saw Oleska, she looked at me disapprovingly and angrily scolded me. Waking up, I felt uneasy. I didn't know what line of behavior to choose with my friend now, after what happened with her mom. I was afraid she would immediately guess about our current relationship. That was a feature of my character. My face could be read like an open book. And my friend had known me for more than a year. It wouldn't have been hard for her to guess what was troubling and worrying me now.

It seems my thoughts materialized. The phone rang in the hallway.

— Gosha! Stop sleeping. Olesya is on the phone for you, — mom shouted.

I jumped out of the room, pulling on my pants on the way:

— Mom, I haven't been sleeping for a long time! — picking up the receiver, I shouted towards the kitchen.

— Zhorik, — Oleska's gentle voice chirped, — what are you doing?

— Pressing the mattress with all my might, — I laughed, — And you?

— Mom and I are going shopping, — she said her favorite word, — I'm leaving soon to visit relatives in Lermontovo on the Black Sea, can you imagine?!

— Oh wow, — you're so lucky! Congratulations. Will you take me with you? — I joked.

— Of course! — understanding the joke, my friend replied, — I'll hide you in the suitcase.

— Where are you going? — looking into the hallway, my mom asked.

— Mom! It's not nice to eavesdrop! — I whined, — I'm not going anywhere — it's Oleska...

We chatted a bit more about this and that. I found out she was going without her mom, with some relatives from our city. My heart sang with happiness — my dreams, it seemed, were destined to come true. We could spend a whole month with Nyusya completely alone, left to ourselves. I called this month to myself: "honeymoon." After quickly having breakfast, I ran out into the yard and there, hiding in a clump of spreading trees, started calling Nyusya. On the other end, I could hear splashing water.

— I'm in the bath, — Olesya's mom explained, — speak louder, Zhorik.

— I love you! — the head-over-heels in love youth suddenly said.

I vividly imagined her in the bath, completely naked, and I wanted to be next to her, gently stroking her beautiful body and hair with foamy hands, enjoying it together.

— Oh... , — was all the woman said.

I clearly heard her breathing and the streams of water washing her divine body. Daydreams didn't let me go. Then I began to vividly describe how I saw and imagined it now. Describing in detail how I would soap her hair, back, legs. How I would stroke her butt and breasts, covering her beautiful face and neck with kisses. A stream of eloquence poured from my mouth into the telephone receiver. She only sighed languidly. By the end of my story, Nyusya moaned and quietly cried out. Then, catching her breath a little, she said:

— Well, Zhorik! You won't believe it, I just flew away from your story. It's like phone sex, somehow, — and hung up, probably very embarrassed.

I tried calling her again, but she strictly forbade it while her daughter was still there.

— You must, absolutely must come and see her off on her