I was stuck in a world of memories, as if in an interstellar abyss. Memories that sometimes sound so distant they sound like stories heard somewhere. Today, from the perspective of tangled events and human fates, some seem like they weren't mine, but these were just memory tricks.
He saw her almost every day. They went to the same school. She was a year younger than him. Every break, he searched for her in the crowds of running students. When he sometimes didn't see her, he felt like a blind man without sight. He darted through the hallways and floors, peering into the nooks and crannies of the common room and locker room. The next lesson was a trembling, wondering if he'd see her again during the next break. After a week, he knew her schedule by heart and knew where her classes were. He knew who her friends were and how she got home. Sometimes, when their eyes met as they passed, he felt his heart flutter, his pulse throb, and his breathing quicken. Her eyes said she KNEW, and they, too, rushed to these meetings, trembling and uncertain. In the afternoons, he wandered the streets around her house, hoping to see her again. He struggled in this web of adoration and love. He wrote hundreds of notes with her name, shouted it to the trees during solitary walks, and boasted to the stars on sleepless nights. After a month of hiding, of these secret encounters of gazes, everything was revealed. He sent her his first note. A few words, written with a trembling hand and thoughts racing through his mind. He said he liked her, that he wanted to go to the disco with her on Saturday. During the next break, he received a reply: "I'll try to come."
He read the little note endlessly. He savored every word, memorized the shape of each letter. And that was only Tuesday. After that day, he looked out for her more boldly among the others. He gazed into her eyes with a laughing gaze, and she lowered them seductively, smiling mysteriously. Nothing else in the world existed anymore, and the world shrank to a single figure, a single name.
Saturday at last. He took over the bathroom for two hours. Piles of clothes flew from the closets and shelves, because nothing looked good. Fifteen minutes in front of the mirror, and all was for naught. He wanted to bring her to her knees with his appearance, but there was only the fear that everything was worthless. He left an hour early so as not to wallow in the cage of his insecurities. What if she didn't come at all? What if... What if... He invented idiotic situations, torturing himself with them like a masochist. Tormented by doubt, he found himself at the apartment building where she lived. He found the windows of the apartment and crouched by them like a faithful dog.
He saw her. She emerged from the stairwell and headed toward the club. He approached her timidly.
"Hi," he said in a quiet, shy voice.
"Hi," she smiled at him.
"We have some time, maybe we could go to the park?" He asked timidly, hoping for an agreement.
"We can, if you want." He walked beside her, unable to believe it wasn't a dream. Overwhelmed by his happiness, he was completely speechless and felt he was acting foolishly. She came to his aid. "Apparently, there's a new DJ tonight, you heard." No, he didn't, because he couldn't have. He didn't go to the club, he didn't go anywhere except the streets she walked. He lived in the world that was her. He admitted his ignorance. He mumbled something in excuse, and the conversation flowed a little more freely. They were talking for the first time. For the first time, she spoke to him, only to him. She told him what she liked, what she liked, and what she didn't. For the first time, she laughed at him. For the first time, he took her hand.
She didn't pull it away. It was as delicate as silk and trembling. He squeezed it shyly, and she returned the embrace, and they knew it was THEM. He listened to her and listened, absorbing every word, every smile and frown with his whole body and soul. He absorbed her with his whole being, as if afraid that a cold breeze of awakening would soon wake him. As he spoke to her, she stared at him with her green eyes, as if trying to read his thoughts. They never made it back to the club. They wandered the deserted park paths, absorbed in each other's company. In the privacy of a large chestnut tree, they sat on a bench. He put his arm around her. She snuggled against him with trust, yet trembling with innocence. He looked into her green eyes and kissed him hesitantly on the lips. She shivered even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He felt the warmth of her tongue in his mouth, and the world swirled before his eyes. He forgot how to breathe. He choked from the lack of air and pulled away from her embrace. They looked at each other and simultaneously burst into laughter. He kissed her smiling eyes, devoured her hot lips with his, and flew away into states of unknown ecstasy. They returned intoxicated by each other like explorers of unknown lands, fascinated by the world of their experiences.
They were no longer a secret to others. They held hands, gazed tenderly into each other's eyes, and kissed in the nooks and crannies of the school hallways.
Tomorrow they were going to her friend's name day celebration. It was unseemly to refuse. And most importantly, they would have many hours to themselves. Unfortunately, she had strict parents, and late arrivals were out of the question. They had learned to live with it.
They had arrived much earlier because she had promised to help her friend with the preparations. They had found something for him to do, too, so he wasn't bored. Later, they sat him down in her friend's room, where he played some "girly" computer game.
She appeared an hour later. She paused for a moment in the doorway and threw over her shoulder, "I'm going to the shower, I'm all wet." And She was gone.
She returned wrapped in a bath towel, perched on the edge of the bed, and searched for some cosmetics in the cabinet. He stared at her, captivated. It was the first time he'd seen her in such an outfit. She rummaged through the cabinet drawers, completely ignoring him. Her bare shoulders, her wet hair, the towel wrapped around her breasts, stirred an extraordinary arousal in his body. He devoured her with the gaze of a lover and the gaze of male desire. His heart pounded wildly, and the pain of unrequited ecstasy grew in his lower abdomen. Suddenly, she stood quickly and... she was naked. The towel, pressed against the drawer, remained on the ground. She screamed softly and curled up on the bed, trying to hide her nakedness in her arms. He saw that moment clearly, and his entire body began to throb frantically.
"Turn around, please," she said, not raising her embarrassed eyes. He approached her like a stalking hunter approaching his prey, quietly and silently, so as not to frighten her. He sat down beside her and hugged her close. He wrapped his arm around her body, trembling like an aspen. She curled up even tighter, burying her marble breasts in her arms. She looked at him, and then he kissed her. Her frightened lips, only after a moment, returned the kiss. Her tense muscles gradually relaxed under his kisses. He brushed his lips against her cheeks, her ear, her neck. He whispered words he had never learned. She surrendered to his tenderness, constantly hiding behind her embarrassment. He stroked her damp hair and savored the scent of her body. His hands, as if ashamed of their own desires, dared not begin their journey. She panted louder and louder, and the warmth of her breath, like incense, intoxicated and captivated him in this rapture. And it happened. In his lust, he was captivated by the closeness of her body, shuddered, and stiffened for a moment, enclosing her in the iron grip of his arms. He closed his eyes and hid in her hair. Her swollen loins were released in his pants, and he was powerless. The released pleasure spread across his body and underwear. He breathed quickly, ashamed, afraid to look into her eyes. She knew what had happened, and a blush spread across her cheeks. And then, she threw her arms around his neck, releasing her youthful, alabaster breasts, which rose with the rhythm of her quickened breathing, and her swollen nipples looked proudly at him. She pulled him down, whispering incomprehensible words. His lips touched the curves of her breasts, gently caressing her skin, savoring their taste. She breathed faster and faster, purring in rhythm with her growing arousal. Completely lost in his bliss, he intuitively began to explore her body with his mouth. Freed from her shame, she surrendered to his caresses, and her feminine body found its fulfillment in the closeness of his. She helped him remove her shirt, and he pressed his bare chest against her quivering womb. He touched her short hairs with his cheeks, inhaling her hidden scent. He absorbed her scent, which captivated his entire mind and captivated him like a drug. He summoned courage and, with trembling hands, spread her thighs. He slipped his mouth inside and felt the taste of a woman for the first time. He savored her nectar, like a hummingbird fascinated by a flower's enormous calyx. Instinctively, she tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but pleasure took over her body. Finally, he pressed his lips against her spread petals and caressed her with the lust of his first lover. He managed to free himself from his pants and slid them, along with his underwear, to the foot of the bed. He was rid of his "humiliation," and his youthfulness came back to life. Fearing he would lose control of his body again, he wanted to stop caressing her, but at that moment, her hands tangled in his hair and pressed his head against her throbbing bosom. Accompanied by muffled moans,She lifted her hips violently, and her body shook with unleashed passion. This spurred him to even more intense caresses, and he heedless of anything, he threw himself into the vortex of her pleasure. She engulfed him completely, like a wave engulfing sand on the shore. She pulled him along, only to throw him a moment later onto the shore of her bliss. Panting heavily, she collapsed onto the bed, and he clung to her hot, still trembling body, absorbing her ecstasy and her pleasure. After a moment, she leaned over him and tenderly kissed him on the mouth. The sight of his naked body made her blush to the tip of her nose. She stared at his erect manhood, unsure what to do. He moved higher and pressed his entire naked body against hers. Only now was he touching her. Sensing his closeness, she pressed closer to him, and her hand slid to his hips. He leaned back slightly, giving her hand space between their bodies. Hesitantly and fearfully, she touched him with her fingers. She took him in her hand, and his body boiled with the pulsating pleasure of first devotion. Like a blind man, she explored him through touch, trying to memorize every detail. She knew she was giving him immense pleasure; she gave it to him submissively and proudly. He took her hand and taught him what he knew. Her caresses resulted in a hollow moan, torn from somewhere deep within, and waves of the nectar of life poured onto her belly. She caressed him constantly, kissing his sweaty chest at the same time. When he released the last drops, she pressed her belly against him, adorned with the rivulets of his rapture flowing down it. He breathed rapidly, nestling in her hair. He still felt weightless. He hovered between the state of mind and the soft sheets. They remained melted into each other, fused by a maturing love.and waves of the nectar of life poured onto her belly. She caressed him constantly, kissing his sweaty chest at the same time. When he released the last drops, she pressed her belly against him, adorned with the rivulets of his rapture flowing down it. He breathed rapidly, nestling in her hair. He still felt weightless. He hovered between the state of mind and the soft sheets. They remained melted into each other, fused by a maturing love.and waves of the nectar of life poured onto her belly. She caressed him constantly, kissing his sweaty chest at the same time. When he released the last drops, she pressed her belly against him, adorned with the rivulets of his rapture flowing down it. He breathed rapidly, nestling in her hair. He still felt weightless. He hovered between the state of mind and the soft sheets. They remained melted into each other, fused by a maturing love.
Lost in each other, they completely forgot where they were.
"Come downstairs, the guests will be here soon." Their friend's voice from downstairs startled them from their bliss. They were a little startled and jumped out of bed like thieves caught red-handed. She snatched a towel from the floor and ran into the bathroom, leaving him alone with the still-spinning world, which he couldn't even begin to grasp.
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