Full Moon

The last school bell had rung, and the former schoolchildren shouted "Hooray!" in unison. The graduation party was in full swing—loud music, shouts, laughter, and lively dancing. Rima felt a slight nausea from the alcohol she had drunk and quietly slipped outside. The moon shone brightly in the sky, resembling a large saucer. It was warm outside, and a gentle breeze pleasantly cooled the girl's flushed cheeks.

Rima was petite, slender, with small breasts and a narrow waist. She had hair of a slightly coppery-golden hue, for which she was often teased at school as "Copperhead," but she had long since learned not to react to that silly nickname. Now her hair was

styled in a beautiful braid, which had become slightly disheveled from dancing.

 — "There you are, Copperhead!" exclaimed Kostik, who had come out for a smoke. He was from a parallel class, and many girls competed with each other for his attention.

 — "What, am I wanted or something?!" Rima joked back.

 — "Well, I was just thinking about that... Listen, today might be the last time we see each other, and I thought, maybe you'd give it to me today?"

Rima stared at the tipsy guy, then laughed.

 — "Kostya, you're joking! Oh, I can't, what about Nastena? Aren't you hanging out with her right now?"

 — "Ah, forget her, she's a well-known easy lay, but you..." — he moved closer to her and stroked her breast through her evening dress. Rima pushed his hand away, but he grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against a low parapet, located just in a darkened corner. His mouth sought her lips, and with his hands, he frantically began lifting her dress, trying to reach her untouched flower of femininity.

The girl pounded her little fists against his chest, trying to stop such a sudden onslaught. She realized she couldn't overpower him, as he was a champion in no-rules wrestling and possessed considerable strength. Rima desperately tried to break free and was about to scream, but his mouth covered hers in a fierce kiss, muffling her cry, which turned into a stifled moan when one of his hands slipped under the dress's corset and squeezed her breast. The girl was frightened by Kostya's behavior, who had turned into a beast attacking his defenseless victim.

 — "You're still a virgin, aren't you? Right, Rimochka?" he whispered in her ear and slipped his tongue into her ear canal, licking it, while his left hand slipped between her thighs and he began stroking her most intimate place.

Rima gasped from the sensations she experienced, as no one had ever touched her there before. The girl had always imagined her first time in romantic fantasies: flowers, champagne, a wide bed, music, and a gentle loved one... But now there was none of that; they were standing in the backyard of the restaurant where the graduation party was being held, he was forcefully pressing her against some parapet and touching her entire body with his hands. Rima gasped when Kostik pulled aside the edge of her lace panties and his middle finger stroked her slit. He smirked, discovering that the good girl had neatly shaved her pussy, leaving only a thin strip of hair. The guy began stroking her clitoris, while he again pressed his lips to her tender, swollen lips. With his knee, he spread her legs wider and began thrusting his finger into her crevice until he encountered the barrier that proved she was still a virgin. This excited him even more, and he could no longer restrain himself. Growling softly, Kostya pulled on her clitoris, teased it, pinched it, and his lips found one of her nipples and began tormenting it. Rima burned with shame and embarrassment—what he was doing to her was madness! She tried again to break free and squeeze her thighs together, but he merely snorted and unzipped his pants.

 — "Come here, girl! Now I'll make you a woman, and you'll even thank me!" — he lifted her legs, spreading them wider, and guiding his aroused member to her entrance, thrust sharply into the girl with one push. Rima cried out, feeling a burning pain fill her womb. She moaned when Kostya thrust into her again, tearing through her virgin hymen completely.

 — "Yeah, you're so hot... come on, girl, it's going to feel really good now..." — and the guy began to speed up the pace. Rima heard the sounds of their coupling, felt the stickiness between her thighs, suspecting it was her virgin blood.

 — "Enough..." she groaned, gasping and feeling sweat cover her sore body, but he only accelerated further, completely overpowering her. His hands began kneading her breasts, squeezing her nipples, teasing them. Rima's dress became wrinkled and bunched up, hanging in crumpled folds; her hair was scattered messily over her shoulders and the parapet. Somehow, he managed to tear off his shirt, and his bare chest burned her with its heat. She closed her eyes to avoid seeing his face, his wild eyes, and smirking mouth. Kostya continued his torture of her unfortunate body: biting, teasing, pinching, stroking, then gently caressing, while his hips never ceased their powerful movement for a second.

She didn't know how much time had passed since he thrust his member into her; it seemed like an eternity. But then, groaning, he somehow went limp on her and shuddered. The girl was afraid to move, lest she draw attention to herself. Suddenly, she felt his spear swelling inside her again and was terribly afraid that this torture would repeat. Kostya raised his head and looked at her with clearer eyes.

 — "Sorry, girl... couldn't hold back... calm down..." — and he gently kissed her swollen lips, surprising Rima with such unexpected tenderness. He slowly slipped out of her, and the girl quietly moaned. His fingers began to soothingly stroke the inside of her thigh, then lightly brushed over her burning crevice. She opened her eyes wide when he slowly descended and his lips began to caress her cave. Rima couldn't hold back a moan when his tongue penetrated deeply inside, and his fingers found her secret spot and pressed on it, making the girl lift her hips to meet him. She trembled in his hands, surrendering to his caresses and lips.

Kostya lifted her from the hard parapet, pressed her to himself, and kissed her deeply. Rima tasted a mixed flavor on his lips and felt a certain delight from it. The guy quickly glanced around and thanked the unknown person who had placed an old armchair in the farthest corner. Scooping the girl into his arms, he decisively headed toward the armchair, sat down on it, and placed Rima facing him, penetrating her cave with his finger. She breathed heavily near his ear as he mimicked the rhythm of their previous coupling, and she hesitantly moved her hips to meet his caressing fingers.

 — "You're already getting a taste for it, my girl!" he encouraged her and, lifting her by the hips, impaled her on his member. Rima jerked, feeling pain for the first second, but then an unexpected volcano ignited within her, and she let out a moan of bliss.

 — "Kostya... ahhh... oooh... mmmmm..." she moaned, arching to meet him, running her hands through his hair and pressing his head to her chest, and he immediately rewarded her with a passionate kiss.

 — "Oh, how good, my little one, that's it, faster, ride... there... I'm almost..." — and he burst into her, groaning loudly, burying his forehead in her chest and breathing heavily as he came to his senses.

 — "What was that?!" whispered Rima, hugging his shoulders.

 — "Hm..." he smiled at her, — "you just became an adult woman, baby! And it seems you've acquired a taste for it! I want to see you tomorrow, let's go for a walk and..."

 — "I'll come!" whispered Rima, realizing that despite the not-so-successful first time, she had still experienced pleasure and wanted to repeat it.

The girl sighed contentedly and smiled, watching as the full moon shyly hid behind the clouds...