Incredible memories of my youth
The episodes of our lives are most vividly remembered precisely in those moments when the pages of our personal history turn and we choose our new path. That's how I remember the episodes of our lives from our youth and coming of age, starting from the last year of school, when the guys from my 11th "B" class dreamed of their adult, independent lives. We considered ourselves completely grown-up then, after all, many had already turned 18, and me too — 18 years old. And so, I had the brightest period of my turbulent youth.
We lived as a family in the city of Balakovo at the time. My dad was the head of construction for the cooling complex
of ponds for the Balakovo Nuclear Power Plant. It was a large and complex structure, quite a lot of money was allocated, they said the future was in atomic energy, as we were assured, and there were many jobs. Well, and my mom, being a rather pragmatic and practical person, unlike my careless dad, managed to secure us a fairly large apartment — dad was completely indifferent to comforts.She also dragged along her relatives — Uncle Kolya and Aunt Lida. And since my mom worked as a senior inspector in the personnel department at the time and was accordingly held in high regard, she arranged for them to be called up, and they received good money, so-called "relocation allowances," and well-paid jobs. Uncle Kolya soon bought a house in a village and always invited my parents to visit, which I was very happy about. And since the apartment was free, I would call my childhood friend and partner in our turbulent youth, Vanya, and he would fly over to me with his sister — a free apartment and no parents, what more could young people need? Only "understanding" girls! And the girls for us were replaced by Vanya's sister, the appetizing Natasha, though clearly not a beauty; she didn't get much attention from guys, so we were her suitors and even just a light in the window.
And our story began on March 1st, a bright sunny day at the beginning of spring. Everything was melting, and accordingly, there were problems on the power lines, and after short circuits, three houses on the outskirts, old buildings with, naturally, lousy wiring, caught fire. The houses were wooden inside, and of course, once ignited, they burned down very quickly. And the city party committee and the regional executive committee, which was natural for those times, took upon themselves the care of the fire victims; people were resettled wherever possible, and a new five-story building with four entrances was hastily completed.
And for me and Ivan, young guys — what's 18 years, it's nothing! — it was hard to understand people's suffering. Although we worried for them, collecting money to help right in class, during that period, my best friend Vanya and I were much more and very strongly excited and interested in the fact that his sister Natasha, or Natka, as we called her after Gaidar's books, decided to "help" us, seeing how her brother and I were suffering from sperm toxicity. We went to the movies with her, walked in the park, and gorged on ice cream at a cafe. And most importantly — the previous year, after celebrating the New Year at her technical school, Natashka successfully lost her virginity right in a classroom, which was very romantic but not very pleasant for her, especially since there were three guys. At the same time, they also relieved a very drunk classmate of her anal virginity — go big or go home!
And since after that her hapless fiancé dumped Natasha and became infatuated with a beauty from a younger course, she, outraged and frustrated, decided to "get revenge" on him. Vanya and I were only happy and even somewhat delighted about this, cursing that traitor and scoundrel with the worst words and nestling between Natalya's full legs. And she allowed us, even insisted, to finish — in her plump butt, being very afraid of "getting knocked up." And we did so with pleasure! Well, and when we sort of accidentally ran into Natasha's ex-fiancé in the park and gave him a bit of a beating, then there was absolutely no refusal for us — Natasha even sometimes "took it in the cheek," as oral sex was called back then. That was just an out-of-this-world pleasure! Although "riding" between the legs of Vanya's sister and, after finishing, lying on her, blissing out from her silky plump butt — that was also a sea of pleasure.
Well, and so that Vanya and I wouldn't get distracted and constantly crawl under her skirt and stroke her butt, Natasha made, as she joked, a commander's decision to "calm" me and her brother down. First, her dissolute brother settled between her legs on my bed, soon finishing with moans and sweet cries of delight into her wonderful butt. And then, literally dragging Ivan, a hefty 18-year-old guy, off his sister's firm body and sending him to the kitchen, I quickly replaced him at the "combat post," as we constantly joked. And after, completely "calmed down," we started cooking, and Natasha, with a very satisfied face and shining eyes, helped. The aroma in the kitchen was incredible — a well-fed tongue would swallow itself!
And as soon as we finished and decided to try our culinary creation, my parents arrived, but they refused to have lunch. Dad was practically stomping his hooves — they were urgently going to the village to Uncle Kolya, he has several beehives there, he extracted a sea of honey last year. And most importantly — after the traditional "fishing," a wonderful feast is planned, naturally, in honor of the beautiful half of humanity in our country, which men are especially happy about, having the legal right to drink. And Uncle Kolya's mead is much better than all the "state-issued" drinks! He's been waiting since last year!
So I'm left home alone, and mom put a bunch of beefsteaks and cutlets, store-bought semi-finished products, in the fridge — so her beloved little son wouldn't go hungry these three days. But here's a new problem — as soon as we sat back down at the table after their departure to finally eat and have Natasha again, especially since she was clearly not against it, the phone rang!
The brother and sister's parents urgently call them home — they are leaving for a factory resort for these three days, the money is already paid. Well, and they need to leave a little money for their, albeit adult, but still young children, and most importantly — give a bunch of valuable instructions! And that's a long story — Vanyatka's mom loves to command and show off — she's the party bureau secretary! I even lost my appetite — such a "deal" is falling through! erotic stories We kissed goodbye near the entrance, and I was left to mope, lying on the bed and remembering Natasha's sweet lips, firm breasts, tender vagina, and lush, awesome butt. She's already 18, so it's understandable… How lucky we were with her, no doubt about it… And it's especially good, as Vanya always told me, that her fiancé dumped her. Mercenary, but that's how it is!
I'm lying there, dreaming, remembering, even dozed off for half an hour, and then a knock at the door, so quiet, modest, unsure. Why knock, there's a doorbell, such a cool one, a "frog," and its light bulb immediately blinks. Reluctantly, I got up and went to open it, though I didn't want to — it was clearly not Vanya and his sister. And on the threshold stands a still young woman, very nice-looking, even
one could say beautiful, but how she's dressed — in some kind of grubby long skirt and a man's jacket, just like in war movies. That's how many women dressed back then — husbands at the front, they don't need civilian clothes, and women's clothing wasn't made until the end of the war. As they say — everything for the front, everything for victory! Amazing, and what a hunted look she has, a bit scared and from under her brows. But I've definitely seen her somewhere, such a familiar face…
— Excuse me, tell me, is your name Pavlik, are you from the fifth school, — she froze, hesitating.
And she hugged me and, putting her head on my shoulder, unexpectedly burst into tears. I had to, as a man and the master of the apartment, hug her and calm her down, at the same time boldly stroking this gorgeous and very attractive, despite everything, awesome woman on her round butt, and she didn't object. And when she calmed down, she told me that her family were those very fire victims, the whole house burned down and so quickly that she only managed to grab some clothes from the hanger and her husband's jacket with documents.
— Look for yourself, dear Pavlik, completely naked, Karolinka and I were freezing at the station. And everything is worn out or burned, or gone, lost. And people are different, some give food, some are rude, some shove a ruble and push you out. And you know how offensive it is. And I didn't go to work, I can't go looking like this, it's shameful, you understand. And you so tenderly, "dear lady," my heart even skipped a beat. What kind of lady am I, — and she started crying again, my shoulder got all wet.
And having calmed down, she introduced herself — Veresova, Irina Anatolyevna. So you're the mom of Karolinka Veresova, from class "A"? She just turned 18 recently! So that's why your face is familiar, I saw you at school, and you're also on the parent committee with my mom. Well, everything's clear now! I handed her a clean handkerchief — to wipe her tears, and the jacket just opened again, and I, being in a semi-stupor from what I saw, didn't understand how my hands ended up on her wonderful secondary female characteristics by themselves. Yes, these aren't the young, firm breasts of Natalka — tender, silky, hot, still firm and standing from the cold hills of her large breasts just drove me crazy!
And I boldly, but very gently and tenderly kneaded them, quietly blissing out and enjoying such unexpected pleasure. And Irina, as she asked me to call her, was either also in a stupor or simply didn't want to ruin my pleasure and the thin thread of mutual understanding that had been established between us. And I was almost in nirvana, how her full, tender breasts crumpled under my impatient fingers, how wonderful it felt.
A woman's breast is simply a work of art, one can enjoy it endlessly, and how this woman likes the caresses of her wonderful hills, and what sweetness from kissing the breast both often experience — both the man and the woman. But since Irina is silent and only holds the flaps of her jacket with her hands, I unexpectedly for myself bent down and began to tenderly kiss her sweet breasts, taking her nipples into my mouth, Irina even moaned quietly, but so sweetly. And when the hot veil of incredible pleasure subsided a bit, I began to feel something else — Irina hadn't washed for a long time, the sweetish smell of female sweat made my nostrils tremble.
And tearing myself away from these wonderful hills, by Irina's face I understood that she also felt pleased. That's when it dawned on me — since I am now the man and the master of the house, I must offer the lady to wash up and eat. And then bathe — the boiler is full of hot water! She quietly gasped — I understood that the woman yearns for the caress of hot water, so tenderly and pleasantly flowing over the body along all its curves, and the gentle lather of toilet soap, making the skin so clean and deliciously smelling. And then I finally remembered, having gotten carried away with the half-naked charms of this gorgeous woman: "And where is our Lina-Karolina?"
As it turned out, our shapely beauty-charm from class 11"A" is sitting on the steps and quietly crying — it's so humiliating to go from apartment to apartment and, burning with shame, ask for food. But seeing me seeing off Vanya and his sister, she recognized me and told her mom that it was Pasha Todorov from class "B," an excellent, polite guy. That's why Irina decided to come to us, to ask for food. Pardon, dear lady Irina, but you don't need to ask me, we're from the same school, and I can simply invite Lina and her beautiful mom to visit us. Simply invite you to visit, understand? After all, you understood me correctly now, it's not you and Lina asking, but I am inviting both of you! Irina nodded, blushed, and even smiled — realizing the situation this way is much more pleasant for her. My parents won't be back until Monday morning or late Sunday evening, so we'll now take care of the most important thing!
Sending Irina to the toilet — look how she's fidgeting with her feet — and then to the bathroom, opening hot water for her, just to wash her hands and face for now, I rushed out to the staircase and, firmly grabbing Lina, who was stunned by my pressure and crying, threw her over my shoulder and carried this beauty to our apartment, she only managed to squeak. On the way, I, naturally, slipped my hands under the hem of her school dress and with pleasure kneaded her firm butt — how her buttocks bounced! And putting the slightly frightened but now not crying girl on the floor, I commanded in a voice, imitating my dad, barked:
— Everyone wash your hands and to the table! We won't wait for anyone! Imperialists all over the world are not sleeping. Therefore, we urgently need to eat. Death to world capital! Everyone to the table!
Lina was even more taken aback, not quite grasping the situation, and began to quickly carry out my orders, and Irina only laughed quietly, understanding my humor. A minute later, they were eating hearty fish soup with appetite, trying of course to eat slowly and carefully, but it was clear that both were hungry. I poured them a little — you can't eat a lot and to your fill right away after such a "diet," and you can't get completely full, otherwise your stomach will immediately hurt from the sudden load. Then a shot of cognac for mom and half a shot for Lina — to relieve stress, as Uncle Kolya often loves to say, pouring of course a couple of full ones for himself and my dad right away.
And literally five minutes later, a completely relaxed Lina was fast asleep on my bed, curled up in a ball. I boldly pulled off her warm tights and the panties underneath and, seeing Irina's stunned face — as she constantly asked me to call her, saying she's still a young woman — I said that she would bathe now, I would help her, and she could also wash Lina's and her own underwear. And after bathing, I would dress her completely, just like that! How completely? You'll find out soon — a hare doesn't like to chatter. Irina laughed and tenderly kissed me, saying that she trusted me and agreed to everything. Well, if that's the case, then we'll soon proceed to the water procedures! And especially since the lady agrees to everything! Let's remember that!