Story _8_ Or how hard it is to have SEX in winter ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

During my school years, I didn’t really like the cold season. Not because I didn't like winter. On the contrary, I really love it when there is snow outside, especially when there is a lot of it and my town turns into a fairy tale. The trees, instead of green foliage, are covered with fluffy flakes of snow, even the lampposts and those in the snow, which also adds to their fabulousness, especially at night, when the lanterns are lit on the posts and the snow simply sparkles and shimmers. I liked it when the roofs of houses and sidewalks were covered in snow. Somewhere, they were already cleared, and somewhere the snow lay in its “untouched virgin soil”, and I was the first to step on it, leaving my footprints on a smooth, clean, white veil, or “measured the depth”, choosing places where there was snow There was especially a lot of snow, and the snowdrifts there were “wow.” I really liked doing this when I woke up in the morning, looked out the window, and saw how much snow had accumulated overnight. On such days, I myself was the first to sit down at the table to have breakfast, because otherwise, my mother simply would not have let me into the street, and after eating, I immediately ran out into the yard to play in the snow... If it started to snow in the evening, then before going to bed, I really liked to sit for a long time by the window and look at this fairy tale. I even started to dream like a fairy tale. When there was no wind at all, and white flakes, falling from above, “sparkled” in the light of the yard lamps, or when it was cold outside and under gusts of wind, the snow covered absolutely everything on the street, at such moments I always imagined myself as some kind of princess , which in the castle, from its tower, “looks out” its prince through the window.
But this is how I perceived winter, according to a fairy tale, in elementary school, but already in the ninth or tenth grade, I had to face the harsh reality. The fact is that in winter, it was very difficult to find a “place” where you could normally “play” without fear that someone might interfere or simply notice. You understand, by the word “play” I don’t mean “measuring snow depths”; in the 10th grade I already had completely different games.
And if in early autumn, it was still possible to play even “in nature”, more precisely just on the city streets. In my yard, on the farthest bench, in the gazebo of a neighboring house, or somewhere in an “abandoned building”, if I came across one when I and my friends were “scouring the city in search of adventure... Then in winter, it was so cold that playing in the fresh air stopped by itself.
And you might think, what a trifle. You can always go “to visit” one of your girlfriends and “play” there as much as you want. Yes, that’s what my girlfriends and I did.
But what were we supposed to do with “my” Artem in winter? Where to “play”, in what places to meet? I’ll say right away that I never invited Artem to my home. I don’t know why, but he himself didn’t particularly insist on coming to “visit” me…. A boy friend, this is no longer the same as girlfriends, and my mother would no longer leave Artem alone in the room with me for a long time, but I think that I would still have time to “come up with something”... The most important thing is that Artem never invited me to his home. And there was only one reason - his parents were against it. Moreover, they objected not because their son was already dating a girl in the 11th grade, they were against me. I don’t know why I didn’t suit them, but I know for sure that they forbade Artem to be friends with me. I even know that they “introduced” him to one girl, a 10th grade student like me, who lived somewhere in the courtyards adjacent to their house and went to another school. But what’s “most important” of all is that I didn’t “have a complex” at all because of such a trifle. The fact is that I came to Artem only for sex and never considered it as my “future destiny”. Yes, I liked him, even very much, and most likely I even “loved” him in my own way, especially his “tasty” penis, so I “met” him only for sex and did not see him as my future husband. And yes, I was unpleasant, even offended in my own way, that “my” Artyom had a new “acquaintance”, but it was not jealousy. There wasn't even any rivalry. To be honest, I didn’t care at all how his parents treated me, whether he loved “his” Olya or was just pretending... The main thing was that between me and Artem there was still sex, and nothing else interested me.
I will say What’s more, I even knew this Olya, clearly knew her. She studied at a different school and “academically” I did not intersect with her at all. But sometimes, in Artyom’s yard, I met her. She didn’t come to fight me, just as I didn’t come to her, but “arguments” sometimes happened between us. It’s just that if I came to terms with the fact that Artem had a new girl, then Olya herself, I think, was very angry that “her” Artem continues to date “his ex.” Moreover, Olya knew that I was taking Artem into my mouth, I think he himself told her about it. They probably had a “conversation” because of me, and Artem, in order to justify himself, could not find anything better than to tell her that there was nothing “between us”, and that I was only sucking him off... Damn... that’s another excuse... And how do I know this? Olya herself told me this, or rather reproached me. At our next “meeting”, she could not restrain herself and in response to my remark addressed to her, she answered me that “even though she is like that, she doesn’t grab her by the cheek like I do”... Some people will probably judge me now, they will say that I am a “go-getter” if I continued to suck off a guy who has a new girl. Others will say that I needed this Olya to arrange a “dark” one, catching her “with my whole mafia”…. Only I didn’t need all this... Moreover, I could beat her myself, and not because I was physically stronger than her. I completely suppressed her even psychologically. I “saw and tried” more than she did, starting from my “games” with my girlfriends and ending with what I had already seen and sucked dick... I don’t know what Olya saw there or sucked, but even the fact that I myself easily wandered around the whole city, rode a bicycle to the “village” and was not afraid of anyone or anything speaks volumes... And Olya was just “mama’s girl.” "and nothing more. I'm not saying she was a "barbie" or just intimidated. She was simply at home, and in terms of “argument”, she was not my rival.
Of course, it was unpleasant for me that Artem took and told her such an intimate detail, and of course I could “catch” Olya with my friends, and “talk to her about life” so that she “knows her place”…. But what stopped me was not even the fact that my friends would immediately find out what I put in my mouth, and in secret from them... I just didn’t aggravate the conflict, leaving the solution to the problem for later... By the way, about “catch”….. It soon turned out that I didn’t have to catch that Olya. Saturday, around 9 pm, it’s already full night on the streets, and my friends and I are returning home from the festivities. “City Day” happens once a year, so we had every right to take a walk on this day.
It turns out that Olya also “went” to City Day, but I just don’t understand how she ended up alone at the bus stop. Most likely, she and her group stopped to wait for the bus, and after standing for some time, her friends went on foot, and she, out of stubbornness, remained waiting for the bus at the stop.
Why do I think so, well, first of all , she will tell me all this herself, only later. And secondly, my friends and I were also waiting for a trolleybus at a stop in the next block and without waiting, and for some reason the city transport was running intermittently that day, we, through the courtyards, went out onto the street along which we walked... well, there, at the bus stop I saw Olya. I won’t say that I immediately noticed some kind of “halo of danger” or “black cloud” hanging over her and visible only to me, but I immediately understood that the girl, to put it mildly, was “worried” that she was alone in the city. Moreover, when she saw me in the “crowd” of girls, she was completely scared, because I could just see the fear in her eyes... Having caught up with her, I nodded to her, and she nodded back to me... And damn... it’s not that I felt sorry for her.. It’s just that a lonely girl, such a sweetie, stands at the bus stop alone and just by her appearance “attracts trouble to herself. I stopped. I asked her, “Are you going home?” Are you waiting for the bus?”... She nodded silently..... and I invited her to come with us... Svetka, in her way, “through her lip,” asked, “Do you know her?”, and I almost blurted out, in response, “Yes, this is my girl...”, I almost said “my boy,” and finished “my friend”...
Damn... Olya walked next to us like a mouse, probably expecting “trouble” from me... But we walked around the city on foot, cheerfully and loudly discussing everything we saw today and Olya gradually thawed out.. Well, when, on the way, we went to the supermarket and bought ourselves various goodies and I treated her, Olya actually took me by the hand... So I “handed” and brought her home, and at first we “in a crowd” walked through her yard , and then we went to our place... Damn I got distracted, but that's okay. I’ll go back to “my Artem.” With the onset of cold weather, there was simply no place for us to meet, so we started doing it in the entrances. First, in the entrances of houses, his own yard. And although it was uncomfortable to “meet” in the entrance, we managed to play.
We could start on the street, well, kiss, in the yard, and only then went inside. Already there, Artem “pounced” on me and started groping me. Through clothes, and not only. Everything that he could expose in me was immediately freed from clothing. Without looking away from my mouth and continuing to kiss me, Artem unbuttoned my jacket, kneaded my breasts, first through the sweater, and then put his hands under it and kneaded my bare tits. Very often, right at the entrance, he could lift my sweater up to my chin and kiss my completely bare chest and stomach, groping me all over with his hands. Even at the entrance, he pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees and touched and kneaded my naked butt.. Artem really liked my smell, and he always knelt down in front of me, and burying his face between my legs, greedily inhaled me. It was in this, half-naked state that he led me into the “bunker”, a small room on the first floor, where a separate passage under the stairs led and where the “switchboard” was located or whatever it’s called, but there was all the “stuffing” associated with light...
Here, I was already completely undressed, well, as far as I could. I completely took off my jacket, sweater and T-shirt, but Artem pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles.
Hugs, kisses, paws. The thing is that there wasn’t much space in that “bunker,” so Artyom couldn’t put me on the floor and lie on top of me. But we could have done without it. We closed the door from the inside and Artyom either pressed me with my back to the door, greedily pounced on me, showering me all over with kisses, or turned my back to him, and I pressed my tits to the surface of the door, stuck my butt back and Artyom touched me all over and kissed me .
There was no sexual intercourse between us, as such. I either sucked him, and he was in the bunker, he always came in my mouth and I swallowed everything, or I squeezed his penis between my thighs. And it didn’t matter whether I was facing Artem at that moment, or whether he turned my back to him. He pushed his penis between my legs and I squeezed it tightly with my thighs, and so he “began”... In principle, everything was very good and fun, especially when we heard one of the neighbors entering or leaving the entrance and Artem had to “freeze” so that we would not be discovered because of the noise…. There was only one inconvenience: Artem, having finished, always “let” me lick his penis, which I did with pleasure, and only then “hid it back in his jeans. For me, with his sperm on my thighs, it was more difficult and I always had to have something at hand to wipe myself off. And the most unpleasant thing is that no matter how well I wiped myself, it was still sticky between my legs. Why am I clarifying this particular detail now, because when I returned home, I had a persistent feeling of “stickiness and dirtyness” between my legs. It even seemed to me that my panties were sticking to my body because of this. And when I entered the apartment, the first thing I did was take off my jeans and run to the bathroom to quickly “wash” my panties, and only then washed myself... But we didn’t get high like this for long. No more than a week. One of the adults noticed that the door of the “bunker” was not locked, and one “fine” day, a lock appeared on the door, and we again had to look for a place.
And we found it. They simply went up to the top floor, and there they began to make love. And I liked “up there” even more than in the bunker. It was more spacious here, and there was no need to worry about getting caught in some of the wires or switches, and most importantly, it was much warmer here, and I was even able to undress completely... literally. Artem knew very well which entrance was the safest, from the point of view of whether neighbors or uninvited guests might suddenly appear there, and we began to “play” there.
Damn... right here, on the very top floor, Artem was already lying on top of me and putting me in various positions. He especially liked to put me on my paws, well, on all fours, and he positioned himself behind me and began to “fuck” me. No, he still didn’t enter me, I, as before, tightly squeezed his penis with my thighs and he, just like that, with me between his thighs, always achieved orgasm. He also liked to “fuck” me in the mouth. I mean, it’s not like when I sucked him, he really loved that too…. And he was the one who “fucked” me.
Usually I stood in front of him on all fours or on my knees and he simply inserted his penis into my mouth and firmly grabbed my hair and even my ears with his hands, very strongly, hard, and most importantly deeply , well, as far as possible, he gave it to my mouth.
And here he no longer necessarily came in my mouth. Now he could cum on my face, lips or chest, or cum on my ass and even my back. He almost always did this when I was standing on my paws and he “had” me from behind…. But somewhere towards the end of winter, we found ourselves deprived of this meeting place. The fact is that his friends began to join us. Not in the sense that Artem began to share me with his comrades, they just somehow “magically” often found themselves next to us and on such days, of course, there was no sex at all. We didn't even kiss. It got to the point that sometimes it was completely impossible to be alone and then, bored, I simply called him and told him that in 15-20 minutes I would be at his door so that he would come out. He came out….. And we didn’t even kiss at such moments, I just knelt in front of him and sucked him off. We didn’t even go anywhere, and I took it into his mouth right in front of the door....
I admit to myself and to you that it was at these moments that I felt incredibly ashamed and at the same time very good. It’s a shame, because I understood perfectly well that now I just looked like some whore who herself persuaded the guy to give it to her mouth. There was also a feeling of danger, and of fear. The thing is that when I was sucking Artem, sometimes, especially on the floors below, we heard the door in the apartment opening or closing, we heard one of the neighbors starting to go up, or down, the stairs.....
And although We were never “caught”; the feeling of danger was always present. And precisely because of this, I really liked everything that was happening. I was excited to such an extent that I unbuttoned my jeans, sometimes even lowered them, and “made myself with my hand,” bringing myself to orgasm... Sometimes I didn’t manage to cum, or rather, I “didn’t have time,” for example, when a voice was heard outside the apartment door Artem’s mother, who, turning to his father, said, “That Artem came out into the entrance undressed, if only he had thrown on a jacket”…. So, when I heard the voice of Artem’s mother in the corridor, I ran away from his door in a matter of seconds... But I admit that if it had not been his mother, but let’s say I heard the voice of a neighbor behind the “strange” door, then I would have gone nowhere did not run away, but continued to suck. The very thought that I could be “burned” for such a shameful activity made this “activity” much more desirable and exciting for me. And then our meetings stopped completely. The fact is that Artem was a year older than me and was finishing 11th grade, so in the summer, he supposedly would go to his aunt in a neighboring town for a “week”. And it will remain there for the entire duration of my studies. Well, I myself, in a year, next summer, will also go to another city, only to the “metropolitan” one, to study at the university...
I never met Artem again. I only know that he got married and has his own family, he has children. By the way, he tied his fate not with Olya at all, but with one of his “fellow students” at the institute...
I see Olya very rarely, but I see each other during those periods when I return to my hometown. By the way, she is a doctor by training, and just last year, when my mother was in poor health, and my husband and I went to my parents’ home, it was Olya who helped me get some medicines, the “originals” of which at that time wasn't in the pharmacy... Something like this…. And I again apologize to the readers for the fact that there is practically no sex in this Story.