International Women's Day 2 (Classmate)

Oh, how pleasant is the touch-me-not,

When, completely relaxed,

She freely spreads her legs,

Covering them with nothing at all...

And all the curly little rings,

And the pink charm of her lips,

Revealed before you for the first time,

She still feels a little shy.

Plunging your head into her lap,

You make the final thrust.

And that's it! Depriving of innocence

your penis enters between her legs!

Let's not judge her harshly –

Hiding her own desires,

For everyone, let her be a touch-me-not,

But for you — accessible!

P. Davydov

This work is a direct continuation of the story "International Women's Day (The Neighbor)", which

can be read on the page with the tag "SY". All characters are of legal age.

Waking up the next morning, I was surprised not to find my usual morning erection. No wonder – after all, yesterday I became a man! I wonder, coming three times inside the neighbor – is that a lot or not? I lay for a while, remembering her naked body, her full breasts, the tender-yet-firm entrance to her intimate organ. But the main thing was the act of intercourse: even if it wasn't the "nut of knowledge", I cracked it!

Then, after getting myself together, I rushed to school. Nothing and no one could spoil my elevated mood. Not even the news that the evening we organized for the girls for March 8th was being moved from Saturday to Thursday. After classes, having bought a white carnation for the neighbor and hidden it under my jacket, I rang her doorbell. Opening the door, she blushed and lowered her eyes.

– Come in, did something happen? Mom will be back any minute…

– Just for a minute, – closing the door, I handed her the flower. Her eyes lit up with joy.

– Thank you, – hugging me, she pressed a passionate kiss to my lips.

– Will you be waiting tonight?

– Sorry, but for a couple of days… let it heal there…

– Is something wrong?

– Someone tore something there yesterday…

– You can't eat a nut without breaking the shell.

Placing my hands on her breasts, she purred seductively:

– And do you know that my little hazelnut now needs to be cherished and caressed. Come on Friday…

The next day, returning from school, I saw a lone white carnation on the windowsill of her room…

Anticipating the next day, I didn't want to go to the evening party, but since it was at my friend's place, I had to. So I arrived in a bad mood. A couple of glasses of cognac didn't improve it, but I didn't want to drink more. The evening was gaining momentum and soon the girls became flushed, and the lads became merry. Somewhere in the middle of the evening, my friend, dancing with me, whispered:

– Invite Vera to dance…

– Why?

– Look how she's devouring you with her eyes…

Vera Smirnova. The wallflower of our class. I never paid any attention to her, as there was nothing to look at: she came up to my shoulder, had an awkward figure, small breasts, skinny legs, and huge glasses. She stood by the wall, nervously fiddling with a handkerchief in her hands, casting sidelong glances at me and my friend.

– No-o…

– Well, for my sake,… you won't regret it…

On the next dance, my friend, heading to the kitchen, nodded towards her. Cursing under my breath, I went over to her.

– Shall we dance?

– With me? What about Ira?

– If I wanted to dance with her, I would have invited her…

She danced at a "pioneer distance". I endured it for half the dance, but then, giving up, I pulled her close. She tried to pull away, I didn't let go.

– Let go, Irka will see!

– Are you worried about yourself or me?

– About us! You fool! Better walk me home after the party…

– Agreed, – I loosened my embrace, there wasn't much to press against anyway, immediately forgetting the promise.

When an hour later she came up and whispered that she was going home, remembering I had promised, I cursed quietly.

– Wait downstairs, I'll be right there.

My friend was in the kitchen, I went to say goodbye.

– Where are you going?

– Promised to walk Verka home, you wanted it yourself…

– I wanted you to dance with her, not walk her home!

– Sorry, I promised, – putting my arm around her waist, I pulled her close,

– By the way, where's my thank you?

– Well… – my friend hesitated and, blushing, pecked my cheek with her lips.

– Extortionist!

I smiled disappointedly: two days ago, the neighbor gave me a blowjob…

Smirnova was waiting obediently near the entrance.

– Can I lean on you, my feet are tired from the heels.

– Sure.

Taking my arm, we quietly trudged to her house, fortunately it wasn't far.

– You and Irina are serious, – she unexpectedly broke the silence.

– Of course, she's my best friend!

– Friend?!

– I don't know what information you have, but we only have a friendly relationship and nothing more. Believe it or not…

I could see she wanted to say something else but didn't dare. So in silence we reached her house.

– Goodbye.

– Bye.

– Want some tea? – she suddenly decided.

– No, thanks.

– Fine then, – she got offended.

– But can I just come in? Without gluttony?

– Let's go, – smiling, she pulled me along…

– Where are your parents? – I asked, looking around the empty apartment.

– At work. They'll be back by ten…

Settling on the sofa in her room, we continued our casual conversation with the seven o'clock news on TV. The alcohol she'd drunk had dulled her self-preservation instinct and, flirting, she unbuttoned one extra button on her blouse. I'm behaving properly and decently, not letting my hands wander. Attributing this to my shyness, she continues to flirt and, leaning back on the sofa, slightly spreads her knees. Opposite stands a mirrored wardrobe, I let my gaze linger on it, seeing her panties in the reflection. Noticing where I'm looking, and smiling slyly, she slowly closes her knees, lifting her skirt high. But that's enough for my flesh, beginning to swell treacherously, to call me to more active action. The young kitten doesn't suspect that before her is not an inexperienced calf, timid around the opposite sex, but a young wolf who has already tasted virgin blood.

– Maybe we should turn off the light? They say it's better to watch TV without light…

– As you wish…

Turning off the light and pulling her close, I touch her lips with a quick kiss. She doesn't respond, but doesn't push away either. Then I press my lips to hers again like a tempting serpent, and she, unable to restrain herself, responds greedily, with desire.

– Promise me nothing will happen!

– I promise…

Then, unexpectedly for me, she sinks her teeth into my lips with such obsessed passion and pressure that I don't even have time to react. Clutching each other in an embrace, we kiss, arousing mutual lust, step by step approaching the inevitable. The girl's body, trembling with passion, responds to my increasingly bold caresses. Sprawled on the sofa, losing control, she quickly surrenders her positions.

– Stop… you promised… – she tries to reason with me. Her pleas have the opposite effect. Animal desire runs through my veins, and I bare my manhood. Fiercely, with animal passion, devouring her with my lips, I diligently push it into the girl's crotch, still untainted by anyone. Gasping, flowing with the juice of love, she melts with carnal lust. The need for physical closeness, which she had held within herself, breaks free, demanding immediate satisfaction. Yielding to this impulse, she mechanically opens up to meet me and at the same moment I am inside her. Crying out in pain, stunned by the accomplished fact, she looks at me bewildered.

— Did you, you did THAT?!

Silently and decisively, I enter her with a new thrust, even stronger. Again and again, deeper, driving myself in, feeling the already irreversible freedom of penetration. Each thrust brought her pain, but numb with horror at the sexual act being performed on her, she meekly accepts my movements. Overflowing with furious passion, I continue feverishly hammering my reproductive organ into her until, shuddering in a mad release of energy, I ejaculate my sperm into her. Having quenched my lust, feeling belated regret, I get up from my classmate. So the kitten, having played too much with her tail – did girlish laughter turn into womanly tears? She lies motionless, turning her face away, swallowing tears. White goo drips from her crotch down onto a brownish stain darkening on her crumpled skirt.

– What… if I get pregnant?.. – she asks quietly.

– Try to make sure that doesn't happen.

– You shouldn't have come inside me!

– They say conception doesn't happen the first time.

– Want to test it! God, what have you done?!

Jerking, she tries to beat me. Clutching her in my arms, I press her tightly to me. Exhausted, she sinks onto the sofa, pulling me down with her. Pressing against her swollen, kissed lips, I absorb their openness. She doesn't resist, she has fallen into that very abyss that loomed before her as soon as she decided to trust me. Her right hand reaches for my penis, and lightly grasping it, running along its entire length, begins to restore its hardness. It obediently gains strength. Then she carefully pulls it, guides it to her entrance. Without thinking, I drive my penis into my classmate again. This time she accepts me willingly. Holding her in my arms, I drive myself deeper and more intensely. She actively moves to meet me, inflaming her libido. Her breathing becomes loud and ragged. I continue to pound her vigorously. She begins to moan with pleasure, outpacing me in her desire. Not even reaching orgasm yet, I feel her come with a stifled cry, shaken by a storm of feelings. My orgasm follows hers literally a few seconds later and after a spasm running through my body, I again eject viscous fluid into her defiled womb. Feeling the powerful jet inside her, she is again swept by a wave of pleasure. The wonderful bliss that enveloped us, flaring up with golden sparks, begins to wane and fade. Emptied, we slowly disengage. She lies quietly, slowly coming to her senses, no longer paying attention that her thighs are again splattered with hot sticky goo…

– If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you!..

… A week passed. Spring was taking hold, the days became much warmer. It was easy and free to breathe… because the neighbor's long-awaited period had started.

After classes, in no hurry, I sat on a bench warming myself in the sun and sipping the legendary red 'Pall Mall'.

– Did something happen that I don't know about? – appearing out of nowhere, Smirnova deliberately stood in front of me.

– What do you mean? You said yourself to keep quiet and not come near you…

– Are you an idiot or something… – she was dumbfounded, – when did I say that?

– That time… I thought you wanted to forget everything… and I've been feeling so lousy without you…

– You seriously thought that I… – she was even breathless, – …and I was thinking all sorts of things about myself…

Flicking away the cigarette butt, I silently hugged her, and she hugged me back, pressing close.

– What a fool, – her eyes flashed with joyful brilliance, and she said without embarrassment – let's go to my place, the pussy is all worn out – wants some milk. We don't need to use protection today…

There was nothing to do at home… the neighbor was temporarily out of contact… – arm in arm we slowly headed to her house…

P.S. After school, she was married off immediately. A couple of years later she called. She's doing fine, has a caring husband and a little daughter. Right now they're on vacation with her at a sanatorium not far from me. She just wanted to introduce her to her real father…

We spent three wonderful weeks. The old ladies at the sanatorium smiled and envied us. Although another man picked her up from the sanatorium. Probably, he's really a good guy, since he's raising two children that aren't his…

S.Y.