Rest, summer, Masha, Yana...

This story happened back in the distant nineties. Early June 2000, I was only 19, the stress and hustle of exams had just ended. Now there were a few warm months of rest left before starting my third year at the institute.

My group of friends, both from the institute and school friends, decided to go to a recreation base by the river for a couple of days—to celebrate such a significant event for those times—freedom from studies.

We gathered about 8 people: 6 couples, me, and another girl who had been dating a guy for a long time, but at the last moment he was either called into work or some other

business came up. Anyway, at the very last moment he backed out, but let his girlfriend go because there were her good acquaintances in the company, they had been dating and living together for a couple of years, and besides, he was sure everyone was going on vacation as couples.

I organized the countryside vacation because I knew the owner of the recreation base. We settled the couples in six cabins, and I, by right as the "host," chose a more solid place for myself—I moved into a wooden Finnish sauna. For those times, it was a luxurious place. Nowadays, no one is surprised by huge and rich tourist complexes in nature, but at that time, my location was quite substantial. It was only called a "Finnish sauna"; in reality, it was a very solid, good-sized wooden log house with a vestibule, a large common room with a table, a separate room, something like a small bedroom, a bathroom with a toilet, a not-so-small shower, and a sink. The latter conditions were surprising for the rural area where the base was located. And, of course, there was a very good sauna inside. There was no pool, but there was no need for one since the river was just five steps away (in the literal sense of the phrase).

So, quite a few of us gathered. We arrived. Settled into the cabins. Well, and then everything as it should be: fish soup, shashlik, cognac, beer, swimming, sunbathing, and other activities that usually happen in such conditions. But that's not what this is about now. And I won't dwell on all the participants of that gathering.

That very girl who ended up without a partner was already known to me. Not long before the end of the second year at the institute, I broke up with my girlfriend, with whom I had been dating for quite a long time by those standards, about 6 months. Honestly, during that time, she had started to annoy me, and we broke up because she simply decided to "befriend" a wealthier guy (although, thanks to my parents, I was far from poor in my youth either). So, the fact of the breakup didn't upset me at all; on the contrary, I breathed a sigh of relief. The only thing that stung was that someone like me, so wonderful, was so brazenly traded for some jerk. Well, screw them.

And it just so happened that the very girl who was on vacation without a partner was one of the good friends of my ex-girlfriend. Girlfriends, as they should, always shared news, events, and, as I later understood, also details about our sexual pleasures with her. Masha, that was and is the name of my ex-girlfriend's friend, knew practically everything: how often, what size I was, how much I could last, how I performed cunnilingus, what I did with my tongue in my girlfriend's ass, and so on.

Masha was quite playful and could sometimes be a bit vulgar. When my girlfriend wasn't around, Masha could flirt and play around with me a little, asking things like: "How are things after yesterday, didn't rub your dick raw?" or: "Tongue not tired, she's so insatiable with you?" In short, all in that vein, but it never went beyond such slightly vulgar questions and my playful answers. I knew she was serious with her boyfriend, whom she had been dating for quite a long time, and I had a girlfriend who I liked and who fully satisfied me in sex.

However. However, there was a certain circumstance that couldn't help but attract my attention, and not just mine, but any normal guy's, to Masha—that was her breasts, a confident size 4. A little, to give the reader an idea and awaken their imagination, I'll describe this girl. She was 4 years older than me, she was 23 at the time of the described events, and therefore more experienced than me (at that age, every year matters), a pretty, cute face, big black eyes, slightly plump lips, blonde hair (as it turned out later, naturally dyed), a bob cut. As already mentioned, great breasts, a small, enticing ass, long athletic legs, a small, barely noticeable tummy. Not a belly, but a tummy. She didn't have any extra weight, not even a bit, but she wasn't a "skinny skeleton" either, just right. They say about such girls, "there's something to grab." I repeat, no normal man or guy could remain indifferent looking at Masha. I note that it gave me, so to speak, great aesthetic pleasure to look at Masha when she was with me and my girlfriend, and appropriate thoughts appeared. How happy and joyful I was when I saw her that day on vacation in an open, immodest swimsuit; a certain part of my body instantly went into combat readiness. Well, okay, that's not what this is about now...

In short, the vacation was proceeding in a normal, measured order so far. Everyone ate their fill, swam, accordingly "drank their share," talked, and had fun. Time passed, I kept glancing at Masha. The lack of a regular partner and sex in general for several months, alcohol, the half-naked girlfriends of my friends having fun on the shore, and, of course, the sight of Masha gave me no peace. My thoughts were heading in a certain direction.

Several times I tried to flirt with her, but she only engaged in friendly conversation. In other words, she behaved with me, like some categories of girls, open and playful, only when my girlfriend was behind the wall. And as soon as nothing was holding me back, it was immediately "I'm not me, and the cow is not mine." As it turned out during the day, she also planned to spend the night in a three-person cabin with her friend and her friend's boyfriend. Meanwhile, I didn't lose hope and was waiting for the right time and additional help from the alcohol she was still consuming.

However, one inconspicuous incident occurred that played a positive role in this story. Masha asked me for the key to the sauna (my cabin) to change clothes and hang up wet things because it was inconvenient to do it in the car. I had several keys on my keyring, and I took one off and gave it to her. After changing, she didn't return it to me: maybe she forgot, or maybe...

On the shore next to us, there was another noisy, but smaller, company. Among them were acquaintances from the same district as me. As usual, the companies gradually began to merge, drink, and talk among themselves. Those who didn't know each other got acquainted. Among the "newcomer" company was a girl named Yana. Yana worked at a grocery store in our district, where I often went. We talked, chatted because of that, went out to smoke a couple of times when I came at night for more booze, and even drank a couple of times. Yana was sociable, outgoing, and cheerful. There was also a problem with her: as soon as she drank a little too much (not getting drunk), Yana could easily lose her temper and start a scandal if provoked.

The neighboring company started gathering to go home in the evening; they had no cabins, tents, or cars. The company was already quite drunk. During the gathering, as I heard, Yana started making a fuss about not wanting to walk home along the shore, that she needed a car. Word by word, across the table, a big argument broke out, Yana told everyone to fuck off and came over to us, and the other company went their own way. Well, we, being friendly, tipsy people, with meat and cognac, why not shelter a person?

After swimming, we returned to the table and continued drinking and snacking. Yana sat on the bench next to me, I was on the edge. There was little space, so our legs were touching, and I put my arm over the back of the bench behind her. Oh, what a nightmare! That smell of her wet hair, alcohol, her shoulder occasionally touching my chest, our thighs and butts were very close and touching. I was ready to grab her right here and now and fuck her hard in front of everyone.

And then Masha "woke up" across from me, started playfully looking at me, smiling mysteriously, disapprovingly, though jokingly, glancing at Yana: like "what are you allowing yourself to do?" On one hand, an amazing, mature girl rubbing against me, on the other hand, a cool and young one, all so... , so... , in short, with a size 4... In general, my torturous "hunger games" continued like that for about half an hour or an hour.

Yana was in a more tipsy state than us and was showing, let's say, affection not only to me; she flirted and occasionally touched my friend (her neighbor on the left) on the leg, so casually during conversation, joked with him, and he, of course, didn't resist much. This, naturally, was noticed and didn't please his girlfriend, who was also sitting at the table next to my friend.

The girl made a sharp remark to Yana, like "stop being handsy and behave more decently, not like a slut." At these words, the tipsy Yana boiled over instantly, and it all started—mutual insults, both girls getting more and more heated. The surrounding pleas to calm down had no effect on the two panthers; on the contrary, it seemed to only provoke them more. The last straw was when the offended girl insulted Yana on a national basis. Yana threw a glass of juice at her opponent, who, because of her boyfriend, tried to grab Yana by the hair, which Yana really didn't like, and things escalated to a direct fight. The girls engaged in hand-to-hand combat. It started with mutual pushing and grabbing. All this was accompanied by foul language and squealing. Then the girls went to the ground: wrestling and even mutual slaps. We, the observers, to be honest, weren't in a hurry to immediately separate them and stop the catfight—well, it was interesting, after all. Even the boyfriend of the fighting girl didn't immediately orient himself and rush to save his beloved.

When the intensity of the fight increased even more, despite the already serious scuffle, we decided to pull the girls apart and started doing so. Four guys didn't manage this task immediately. In the end, we pulled them apart to different sides, but the verbal battle didn't stop. The hot-tempered girls themselves, inflamed by alcohol, had no intention of calming down; no pleas or appeals worked. Despite my immodesty in communication and expressing my emotions, at that moment I heard many new and useful swear phrases from the girls.

This continued for about 5 minutes. My friend's girlfriend was being restrained by him, and another friend stood in front of her so she wouldn't break free; Yana was held by me and another friend of mine. And if the first one only swore and tried to break free for show, we were barely holding Yana back for real. Meanwhile, other girls, who had stood up for their offended friend who had suffered from the newcomer Yana, were yapping. Only Masha sat on the bench, smoked, and looked condescendingly at this whole circus.

It became clear that this evening had been worthily concluded, as befits a Russian feast, and there was nothing more to catch, it remained to separate the opponents to different places. Finally, Yana tried to grab a branch and throw it at the girl; that was the last straw. I grabbed Yana alone, threw her over my shoulder, and dragged her to the sauna, away from the battlefield. Considering that I had always played sports and had good physical fitness, dragging the not-so-small Yana was difficult, especially since she continued to kick, swear at me now, and hit my back and butt. Clearly, she was angry and had really lost her temper, and her behavior wasn't for show.

I dragged Yana to the entrance of the sauna, put her on her feet, and pressed her against the wall with my whole body so she wouldn't break free. And she was struggling; with my free hand, I tried to get the key into the lock and open the door.

Opened the door. Pulled Yana into the vestibule. Went in myself. Locked the door with the key. Took the key out of the lock and threw it behind a shelf, while Yana couldn't see, so the heated companion wouldn't break out of captivity.

The lady's rage didn't subside one bit. She continued to threaten terrible reprisals against her victim and told me (if the word "told" even fits) what she would do to her if she saw her. To be honest, at that moment, all my sexual thoughts about Yana vanished, only anger remained—what a psycho bitch! Caused such a debacle, covered me in three-story curses, tried to raise a hand against me, and on top of that, I had to leave my friends and calm her down!

I'm not accustomed to hitting women, so I decided to calm the girl down in a more humane way. Again, I grabbed the raging one, who, by the way, had started yelling and kicking a little less, and dragged her to the shower. Shoved her into the stall, fortunately the stall was open, without doors, squeezed in myself, and turned on the cold water at full power.

Yana squealed, but that was already a consequence of the cold water, not anger. I continued to hold her hands, one behind her back, and the other pressed against the wall at shoulder level. I moved her second hand behind her back and now held both her hands with my right hand, and with my left, I felt for the tap and adjusted the water temperature to a normal state. Meanwhile, I stood close to Yana face to face, pressing her against the shower stall wall. Fortunately, the stall was sturdy. I was only wearing cotton shorts; Yana had on a swimsuit, short denim shorts, and a white t-shirt with a bright print.

And then I realized I had a very firm erection. Mechanically, I lowered my head and looked below my belt. Yana followed my gaze, but I think she already understood what was pressing against her stomach.

She was indignant:

— What is this? I thought he was calming me down, but he has... a dick standing at full attention? What do you want? Does it give you pleasure to torture and freeze me? — Her tone was rough, but it felt like this behavior was caused not by the past fight but by her general nervous state and Yana's tendency to argue, or maybe such an aggressive temperament.

— You can't argue with physiology, — I said, smiling.

— What? You want to fuck me? Won't anything get stuck?

With these words, she grabbed my dick with one freed hand and squeezed it painfully. However, this pain was mixed with pleasant sensations and caused nothing but additional arousal.

— Well, can't you see what I want and what I don't? — I answered her question with a question.

— Screw you, you won't have the strength to handle me.

Yana pulled out the second hand, which I was still holding, and, pushing my shorts aside with her left hand, grabbed my dick with her right hand and started roughly jerking it.

— Let's see how long you last, — said Yana, speeding up the jerking pace.

— What are you trying to achieve? This will only arouse me even more, and I'll have to fuck you to death, — I continued.

— You'll cum now and calm down. Do I not know you guys or what? — the girl didn't slow down the pace.

The arousal was limitless, and I turned her with her back to me and started unbuttoning her shorts with both hands. She broke my hands a couple of times, trying to interfere, but as I already understood, she didn't have the goal of stopping me. She put her hands behind her back and now grabbed my organ with both hands. Meanwhile, I managed the button and zipper, tried to take off her shorts, but she didn't let me, squeezing her legs together. I yanked the shorts down and managed to pull them below her pubic area. Along with the shorts, her swimsuit panties slid down, but not evenly. The jerking continued, but now I also grabbed her crotch with my right hand. With my finger, I tried to find her clit, and with my left hand, I reached under the water-soaked t-shirt, pulled up the bra, grabbed her left breast, and started greedily kneading it. As my right hand moved on her crotch, she began to calm down a bit; her legs first stopped squeezing, and later Yana herself spread her legs wider. Her