1 comments/ 18668 views/ 1 favorites Natalia By: princepavel I'm a loser, always have been. In High school the girls laughed at me, and often picked straws who would get to make a fool of me at parties. You know, play spin the bottle and when the bottle landed on me and I'd turn to kiss the girl to the left of me... all of a sudden it's a guy, puckering his lips and making smoochy noises, and a general tittering would erupt from all the girls... haha, real funny... just cause a guy is afflicted with crummy vision and has to wear coke-bottle lenses, I was branded. Un desirable, Un loveable, and definitely UN Fuckable! A brand I wore right through university, and even now. I fell in love once. Completely, and stupidly to a girl. Cynthia. A wonderfully creative and beautiful soul. She was a writer and as an artist she wore an artists passions. She taught me how to kiss one day. I was hers. Unfortunately she couldn't give herself. Having suffered some unspeakable emotional trauma as a child, she could never entirely love anyone. I moved out west where I hoped to forget her. But I never did I forget Cynthia and her gentle "cookie kisses". I'm almost fifty now, Oh, I've been married, for 20 years. To a bitch that never really gave a shit and wouldn't even kiss me, thought it was dirty, or I was dirty. Only good thing that came from that was my two kids, or at least one of them cares. So now I live alone, in a lousy 1 bedroom apartment that's so small I have to go outside to change my mind. No regular girl friend. It seems like the only women that pay any attention to me at all are the ones that I have to pay to do so. Last month one of my little friends that I've been so kind to allow to stay at my place, "I have no place to stay, please please please can I stay with you, you're such a sweetheart" Oh this little blonde cutie knew where i lived and how much I was hurting for some affection, she ripped me off, to the tune of $150 and my DVD player. DAMN, I am so stupid. How could I ever believe that anyone as pretty as this little blondie would even think I was attractive? Then Natalia came bouncing into my life. This little honey was barely 5 feet tall. A smile that would make you stop doing anything else but look at her, and sigh. A wonderful mop of brown Red hair that frames her delicate features perfectly. A trim figure with hardly any waist at all. Ok she's a working girl. I don't care any more. I am just so damn lonesome, and she is so sweet and lovely. I met her one day while desperately searching for company on a rainy evening. "Hi, looking for company?" Oh I've heard that line before. "Maybe, It depends, You aren't out to rip me off are you? Or just sucker me for a quick $40 or so and split before I even get warmed up?" "Oh no! " She looked shocked that I even asked the question, " I know some girls do that, I don't believe in that kind of thing" "Look I'll be frank with you, I'm not your regular john. I can't just stick it in and pump like a fool and poof done good night ma'am, bang goobye. I need a more slow and gentle approach, and someone that like to kiss and make out, cuddle and get some serious foreplay going. before we get down and dirty." "I know what you mean, I'm the same way, I like a man with a warm heart, and I pick my customers for that same quality." She gently touched my chest and traced a small heart with her left index finger. "That to me is way more important that looks or anything else." I nodded and gestured her to come with me, as she walked along with me. We chatted about pets and how she liked cats and had cats all her life, and that she loved the way they purred and swayed their tail around your legs when they wanted to say hello. We talked about music, I mentioned my love of almost any kind of music, but especially Jazz. We talked about family, hers and mine, we talked about ex relationships, we talked and talked and talked. The more we talked the more I fell in love with her. Here was someone that related, maybe not the most educated woman around, you could tell from her questions about my computer that she lacked some basic twenty first century skills, but she was not stupid, she watched intently and genuinely interested as I explained about what I did in Photoshop where I work. She could be taught. After a while though when the lights dimmed and the music filled the room with soft warm sounds, and she started to kiss me, and so lovingly and gently touch me, and run her fingertips all up and down my neck and back. I held her face in my hands, like a nervous bird, barely touching her, and kissed her lips and felt her tongue slip in and slide over mine. I was filled with a thrill I had not felt in a very very long time, not since Cynthia had I felt this sensation of complete rapture. I was lost in her eyes, in her smile, her touch and now her kisses were making me woozy. Then she took my hand and pulled me to my feet melted into my arms and kissed me more slipping her tongue over my throat and neck. I was getting more than a little aroused. My pants were tenting impressively, especially interesting since I am not a very well endowed man, my penis being only 5 and half inches long but I guess I make up for it in girth being 6 inches around,. Slowly, we kissed and loved each other, she slid out of her top, letting her sweater fall to the ground as I marvelled at her small but wonderfully perky breasts. Her nipples were incredibly responsive and extended fully two inches from the dome of her breasts, I couldn't resist as I cupped one and sucked in her other in my mouth, she hissed in approval as I played gently and wetly with her alive nubbins. Hse sighed and swayed as I ran my eager hands down her flat and hardened tummy. I lowered my head and licked at her abs and navel. Her fingers intertwined in my hair and she held me close to her as I laved at her torso. "Oh Lord, Natie, I want to explore every bit of you." "Oh sweetie, You do so know how to love me, but the pants stay on this time, I'm so sorry, but you know, it's just not good now." I knew what she meant, and nodded my understanding. "I promise next time very very soon, I want you to do it all to me, believe me. but now, my sweet, it's your turn." "Natie, you gotta know, I haven't been able to get up for a long long time, you will probably find me a challenge, or get tired trying to get me off" I had heard such complaints from these girls before "Let me worry about that. Just lie back and relax, and let yourself enjoy it." She pushed me on the bed and slipped my underwear off. Once relieved of my fruit of the looms, she proceeded to lie between my legs and look me in the face as she started to lick, at first, the suck, then completely engulf me in her mouth. Now I have not gotten many blow jobs in my 49 years. The ex simply refused, I had my first one only 4 years ago, but this time, with natalia... oh man, she slurped and licked and sucked me deep into her mouth, never ever taking her eyes of mine, although I must admit my eyes surely left my sockets many times while she performed her miracle on me. I was completely ensconced into her throat, and yet she never scraped me with her teeth, or bit me accidentally, She fucked her mouth with my dick and ran her hands over my balls and crotch. She licked along the sides and hummed and moaned, she sucked it in deep the stroked me up and down and licked the tip, then took me in deep again and ever so gently ran her teeth on the base. Then repeated the process, until the inevitable came to happen. "OH my UUUUUUUUUUUnghhhhh" I exploded, I writhed and wriggled all over as I orgasmed, and Natalia never took her mouth off me, all through my ecstasy, she took me deeper and deeper in her moth and she swallowed all of it. Not one drop escaped her ministrations. I let go what felt surely like a gallon of dead baby juice into her gently humming and moaning mouth. "See, I knew there was nothing wrong with you. Impotent, my ass!" she beamed at me with that wide smile and kissed me. She went home that night, with my heart in her pocket. And $40. And her phone number in my book. And a promice to see me again soon. My dreams have since been pleasantly disturbed by visions of her in my mind. Dreams of her warm and naked in my arms. Dreams of me gently loving her, undressing her slowly and kissing every part as it became exposed to view. Dreams of my filling her with all my love, in as many positions that time would allow. But especially dreams of my lavishing her with oral affection unside her slender thighs, and the wonderful place they meet. I would watch her writhe and wiggle in my dreams, as I let my tongue enjoy its explorations of her womanhood. Inside and out. I dreamed how she would arch her back and pull my head into her crotch as I made her cum, not once or twice, but over and over again, licking and sucking and inserting a finger and gently flicking around inside her to find that elusive g spot, ooooo found it... now she's really cuming alive, she is pumping at me so intensely that we have effectively moved completely around the bed. She wrangles her way around and is about to engulf me in her special attention... and the clock warns of the approach of sunrise. Damn. Natalia AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise fiind reale, a trebuit sa schimb numele si sa modific, pe cat posibil, locatiile... NOTA: Aduc pe aceasta cale multumirile mele lui Dr_Vlad care a avut amabilitatea sa-si aloce timpul necesar citirii acestui material inainte de a fi publicat. Din cand in cand, fara vreun motiv anume, simt nevoia sa merg la teatru... E frig, e iarna, iar la Teatrul National este Zbor deasupra unui cuib de cuci... La frigul de afara, nu-mi fac probleme -- sunt sigur ca voi gasi bilete... Zis si facut! Normal, mergand la teatru, pun si eu un costum de haine pe mine, imi atarn un streang asortat de gat, iar pe deasupra imbrac un palton. Ajuns la garderoba, cu toate ca nu e prea devreme, constat ca umerasele sunt cam goale... Ce naiba?!? Chiar atat de putina lume sa se fi incumetat sa infrunte frigul de afara?!? Nu-mi fac probleme -- las paltonul la garderoba si intru in sala... Este cel putin plina pe trei sferturi, insa... lumea sta pe scaune, imbracata ca afara... Aha! Deci bibicii stiu ca in sala este frig!... Deh, eu, barbat tanar si energic, cu siguranta ca n-o sa resimt frigul... Aiurea! Vazandu-i pe actori pe scena, imbracati in pijamale, ba uneori aparand chiar la bustul gol, ma ambitionez sa raman pe scaun pana la pauza... Zambesc in sinea mea, amintindu-mi de un coleg care se vaita, zilele trecute, ca n-au inventat "astia" pijamale imblanite... In fine, la pauza, ma indrept spre garderoba si-mi recuperez paltonul... N-are rost sa infrunt frigul prosteste... Destul de aproape, cei din teatru au amenajat un fel de bufet, pe niste mese, unde servesc... cafea. Fiind aproape sigur ca este vorba de nechezol, imi vad de drum si ma indrept spre o scrumiera cu picior, asezata chiar langa imensa fereastra ce da spre... intrarea in hotelul Intercontinental... Imi aprind o tigara si ma distrez observandu-l pe portarul cel galonat palmand o tigara, in timp ce tropaie, hotarat, din picioare, sa reziste frigului si curentilor de aer ce se formeaza acolo, aproape permanent... Simt, destul de aproape, o prezenta -- nu e de mirare, ca doar suntem in holul teatrului, iar eu, in ce priveste fumatul, nu sunt vreun specimen deosebit... Observ, cu coada ochiului si ciulind urechile la zgomotul produs de tocurile inalte, ca este vorba de o tipa... Imediat mi se adreseaza: - Fiti bun, imi puteti da un foc? Gagica, femeie in toata firea, la vreo douaj' de ani, este inalta, supla, bruneta, cu un par lung, carliontat, ce-i cade pe umeri in cascada - ca sa fac pe scriitorul... Poarta, mandra, o haina de blana, care nu ma lasa sa vad cat de dezvoltati are "plamanii", in schimb se vede clar ca are un cur misto, chiar daca sunt eu un pic in lateral, iar cracii nu par sa sufere de vreo meteahna... Este inalta, crestetul ei ajungandu-mi pana la nivelul fruntii. Bun, realizez ca, de fapt, nu este chiar ATAT de inalta, intrucat cizmulitele ei au niste tocuri de cel putin doispe centimetri... Oricum, aparitia, per ansamblu, este impresionanta. Observ ca nu sunt singurul care are privirile atintite asupra ei, ci si cateva perechi de ochi ai unor barbati, la o oarecare distanta, ba chiar si ai unor... femei... Imi cam inchipui eu ce le trece cucoanelor prin cap... N-am prea inteles eu ce-o fi cu invidia asta a unora in ce priveste fizicul altora, insa, cum nici eu nu sunt vreun tip de lepadat, ma gandesc intotdeauna ca n-am dreptul sa-i judec... In timp ce ma gandesc la toate astea, scot bricheta si-i dau femeii focul de care are nevoie... Imi multumeste si-mi pune mana pe dosul mainii mele, in sensul de a ma atentiona ca gata, tigara s-a aprins, asa ca pot stinge bricheta... Nu este un gest prea obisnuit, mai ales ca vine din partea unei femei, insa n-o sa cad acum pe spate de uimire... Se uita si ea afara, pe fereastra imensa. Acuma, cum tot a ramas langa mine -- de fapt, langa scrumiera -- zic ca n-are rost sa nu incerc sa bag si eu un text, ceva, insa, sincer, nu-mi prea trece nimic care sa mi se para suficient de inteligent prin minte... Pana la coada, ma hotarasc: - Domnule, tari baietii! Pe frigul asta sa joci in pijama, nu-i de colo!... Tipa, atat astepta. Se uita la mine, direct, cu niste ochi de un albastru intens, inebunitor, mai ales in contrast cu parul negru si pielea creola, povestindu-mi ca ea de-aia s-a imbracat atat de subtire -- si spunand asta isi desface faldurile hainei de blana, aratandu-mi un decolteu mai mult decat darnic, intre niste mamele bine facute... Vrea sa fie solidara cu cei de pe scena... Cum suntem in holul teatrului iar fata face astfel de afirmatii, insotite de asemenea gesturi, imediat realizez ca am de-a face cu un caz deosebit -- nu stiu cat de plecata cu pluta este, insa, hotarat, nici nu le are pe toate acasa... In fine, ne mai rupem in figuri comentand talentul artistilor, apoi, auzind semnalul de terminare a pauzei, ne indreptam spre intrarea in sala... Imi multumeste ca i-am tinut companie, iar eu ii spun ca mi-a facut placere... O vad ca ezita, insa, apoi, brusc, se intoarce spre mine si, privindu-ma in ochi, ma intreaba: - Stii, locurile de langa mine sunt libere -- n-ai vrea sa-mi tii companie? Faptul ca a trecut de la persoana a doua plural, la a doua, singular, ma face sa realizez ca, daca stiu sa ma port, este foarte posibil ca aceasta "companie" sa se prelungeasca si in afara teatrului, dupa spectacol si, de ce nu, eventual, intre bucile ei... Fac pe nehotaratul, dar nu mai mult de o secunda -- nu vreau sa ma creada disperat, insa nici nu vreau s-o irit! Doar stiu bine cat de sensibile sunt coardele astea cand e vorba sa-ti solicite asa ceva. Profit de clipa si-i intind mana, prezentandu-ma. Tresare, surprinsa... - Vai! Cat de nepoliticoasa am putut sa fiu!... - Stai linistita! E valabil si pentru mine!... O cheama Natalia. Intram in sala si o urmez, admirandu-i discret bucile curului ce se itesc de sub haina scurta de blana... Fusta, din flanela, sau cum naiba s-o numi, se muleaza destul de bine, incitandu-mi imaginatia... In fine, apar si actorii pe scena... Lumea aplauda -- sa se mai incalzeasca... Traiesc cu sentimentul ca pauzele au fost prelungite, cu scopul de a-i mai dezmorti pe actori in culise... Intr-una dintre pauze, Natalia ma roaga sa ramanem in sala, pe scaune, intrucat nu vrea sa exagereze cu tigarile... Zis si facut -- ma sacrific... Ma intreaba daca am ceva impotriva tiganilor. Interesant... Eu, care am avut de a face cu atatea neamuri, inclusiv indieni si chiar negri, am invatat de mult ca oamenii sunt oameni -- daca sunt oameni -- indiferent de culoarea pielii... Ii spun si ei treaba asta, iar ea-mi povesteste ca tatal ei este tigan, iar mama rusoaica... Nu este prima odrasla pe care o intalnesc, rezultata dintr-o astfel de combinatie... Tatal este colonel si a facut academia la Moscova... Poate este strict o intamplare, o stranie coincidenta, insa toate fetele provenite dintr-o astfel de combinatie, pe care am avut ocazia sa le cunosc, s-au dovedit "rele de musca"... Nu vreau sa zic hop, inainte de a sari parleazul, insa, deja, ma gandesc cum sa fac sa prelungesc timpul petrecut cu fata si dupa ce se va fi terminat piesa... Ajunsi la momentul respectiv, parasim teatrul si ne indreptam, destul de agale, spre Piata Romana... Este putin trecut de ora zece, insa, ciudat, mai sunt destui trecatori... Parca e o regula -- toata lumea se holbeaza la noi... Ajunsi in dreptul Hotelului Ambasador, o intreb: - Vrei sa intram aici? Mancarea este mizerabila, insa serviciile sunt cu mare pompa... Se poticneste un pic, apoi, la randul ei, ma intreaba: - Sa inteleg, din spusele tale, ca stii un loc mai bun?... - ... Da, nu este prea departe, iar acolo, aproape sigur, vom avea parte de mancare buna si nici serviciile nu sunt de cantina... - OK! Atunci, ce mai asteptam? - Problema este ca ultima comanda se ia, in mod normal, la ora douazeci si doua, insa, cu putin noroc, daca gasesc acolo pe cine trebuie, se rezolva... - Atunci, sa ne grabim! Comentez eu un pic despre tocurile pe care le poarta, insa imi raspunde ca, din moment ce a ales sa poarte astfel de tocuri, trebuie sa-si asume tot! Ca sa-mi dovedeasca, accelereaza -- are craci lungi fata, asa ca face fata cu brio si, observ, chiar stie sa mearga pe tocuri... Ajungem, pe stradutele din spate, la Casa Universitarilor... Portarul ma cunoaste si ma saluta, iar eu, ca de obicei, il "cinstesc" cu o bancnota de cinci lei... Sala de mese este destul de libera, asa ca gasim cu usurinta un locsor in care sa fim mai "ascunsi"... Din fericire, apare o ospatarita pe care o cunosc si, ce este esential, ma cunoaste si ea pe mine, asa ca nu mai asteapta si-mi spune, la foc automat, cu ce poate sa ne serveasca. Luam cate o friptura, cu garnitura de cartofi prajiti si patru mici, eu, iar ea numai doi... Stiind ce mici buni fac cei de aici, ii atrag atentia Nataliei ca a gresit, insa... imi povesteste si ea, zambind, ca, pe langa faptul ca este seara, tarziu, mai trebuie sa se gandeasca si la silueta ei... Berea este buna si rece -- de fapt, totul este asa cum i-am povestit... Oricum, fata este destul de uimita -- habar n-avea de aceasta carciuma, mai ales ca, de afara, te poti uita muuuult si bine dupa un inscris, un insemn, ceva, care sa-ti spuna ca aici este un restaurant... Cu multi ani in urma, pe vremea cand eram elev, un coleg de-al meu, al carui tata este profesor universitar, i-a luat legitimatia si m-a adus aici, impreuna cu doua gagici. A fost suficient -- ulterior "m-am descurcat" si singur, ba chiar mai mult, cand nu avea legitimatia lui tac-su la el, daca eram impreuna, il bagam eu pe el in carciuma... Dar, sa revenim la prezent... Cand suntem aproape de final, Natalia se uita iar la mine, direct si-mi spune: - Nu ca m-as teme sa nu ma crezi vreo "fripturista", insa, cum de aici, daca vrei si ai chef, vreau sa mergem direct la tine acasa, am rugamintea sa platim nemteste -- de fapt, este o conditie sine qua non!... La asa afirmatii, nu mai gasesc vreun argument sa ma impotrivesc, doar ca nu uit sa mentionez ca, totusi, eu am fost cel care a lansat invitatia... Da din mana, a lehamite, fara sa se oboseasca sa-mi mai raspunda. In schimb, o roaga pe ospatarita sa ne mai aduca cate o bere... Nu-mi dau seama ce-i cu setea asta -- e tiganeasca, sau ruseasca?... Ii spun ca am, acasa, un whiskey bun si chiar si niste sticle cu vin, insa este Cabernet Sauvignon sec... - Oi fi eu femeie, insa sincer, nu pot sa sufar vinurile dulci... -OK! Atunci, daca n-ai nimic impotriva, hai sa terminam cu berea, sa platim si sa mergem... Este de-a dreptul uimita sa vada ca, in loc sa vina cu nota de plata, ospatarita aduce o nota si ceva de scris, lasandu-ma pe mine sa calculez ce am consumat, cat, ea avand doar grija sa-mi comunice gramajul si sa-mi confirme preturile produselor... Nu stiu cat este de religioasa, insa Natalia, imediat ce ospatarita se indeparteaza, isi face cruce. - Doaaaamne! Asa ceva chiar ca n-am mai pomenit!... Platim, multumim si plecam -- era si cazul -- in carciuma nu mai sunt decat vreo trei speriati, niste profi de-astia ruginiti, fara familii, care nu prea au ce face acasa, obligandu-i pe bietii ospatari sa ajunga sa insiste ca a trecut demult ora de inchidere... Imediat ce iesim, Natalia, destul de jenata, ma intreaba: - Auzi? Tu... esti sigur ca ai calculat corect?... Cam simt eu unde vrea sa bata: - ... De ce? Ti s-a parut totul prea ieftin? - Sincer, da! - Carciuma, dupa cum ai observat, este cu circuit inchis -- preturile nu sunt pentru marele public... Apoi, ca sa fiu sigur ca s-a linistit, ii povestesc cat de ieftin ar fi fost daca ne-am fi dus la "cantina" partidului, insa aia inchid mult prea devreme... Mi-e clar ca e bulversata, insa brusc isi revine, povestindu-mi ca maica-sa, fiind angajata la Ambasada URSS are legitimatia de serviciu cu care intra la magazinul diplomatilor, de unde achizitioneaza tot felul de chestii pe care, altfel, nu le poti obtine decat din strainatate... Cunosc magazinul, asa ca-i povestesc ca si acolo este bine, insa ca "baietii" au, pe langa preturile, din start, occidentale si un adaos substantial... - Daca vrei, cand ajungem acasa iti arat niste cataloage, ca sa poti compara preturile produselor la ei, afara si la noi... O simt cam iritata: - Mai omule! Dar ce-i cu tine? Chiar le stii pe toate?!? - In nici un caz! Imi lasa bratul si-si baga mana langa a mea, in buzunarul paltonului... Am si eu o sensibilitate -- nu suport prea bine frigul la maini, asa ca mana ei este mai mult decat bine venita... Ajunsi acasa, imi cere sa aduc o sticla de vin, insa face mentiunea ca vrea doar sa guste, sa vada cum e, intrucat... are chef de whiskey... Ii torn vin, cam o treime de pahar -- gusta, savureaza, confirma ca e bun, apoi goleste paharul dintr-o inghititura si-mi cere sa i-l umplu cu whiskey. Imi torn si eu, tot whiskey, gandindu-ma, amuzat, cat de beti o sa fim amandoi dupa combinatia asta de bere si whiskey... Ma intreaba daca ma pot invoi, a doua zi, de la servici -- ii confirm, gandindu-ma cat de amuzati si invidiosi vor fi colegii mei, stiind clar ca... eu nu ma imbolnavesc... Oricum, nu au niciodata ce-mi reprosa -- cand a fost nevoie, am stat si patruzeci si opt de ore, muncind non-stop... Stiu ei ca nu se pot pune cu mine... In plus, suntem prieteni. Parca-l aud pe Pavel, imprumutand limbajul care crede el ca este folosit pe un santier -- curiosul care se repede intotdeauna la telefon, sa fie el primul care stie cine suna: - Sefu'! Iar a cazut ala-n chizda!... Nu trebuie sa mentioneze vreun nume -- toata lumea stie ca este vorba despre mine!... Natalia goleste destul de repede paharul de whiskey si, zambindu-mi, imi cere un refill. Il dau si eu pe gat pe-al meu, apoi ii torn si ei si-mi torn si mie... Se uita la mine, un pic ciudat: - Nu trebuie sa incerci sa bei cat beau eu!... Nu uita ca am sange rusesc in mine!... - Pai da! Ca romanii or fi obisnuiti mai mult cu laptele!... Radem amandoi... Ne terminam paharele, apoi Natalia ma roaga sa-i arat unde este baia. Revenita in camera, incepe sa se dezbrace, lejer, de parca eu nu as exista. Cand ramane cum a facut-o ma-sa, imi spune: - Daca vrei, pur si simplu sa te golesti, putem sa ne futem acum, insa, crede-ma, ar fi mult mai bine daca ai avea rabdare si m-ai lasa sa dorm. N-o sa-ti para rau! Nu zic nimic. Ma ridic si ma duc la baie -- dupa atata bere si whiskey, sunt plin!... Nu stau mult, insa cand revin in camera, constat ca Natalia este deja intinsa pe patul meu, pe burta, iar dupa cum respira, am toate motivele sa cred ca deja a adormit... O acopar cu o cuvertura, apoi ma dezbrac si eu si ma strecor langa ea... In ciuda temerilor mele, ma ia somnul... Ma trezesc -- ceasul de pe perete arata putin peste ora sapte dimineata... Sunt singur in pat, insa cum usa de la camera este deschisa, pot sa aud, distinct, ca cineva face dus... Eu, in schimb, am o presiune... Ma ridic din pat, ajung la baie si... cioc-cioc la usa. -Da! Pajalosta (sau cum o fi corect, ca eu, cu rusa, deloc!)... Frate! Numai in ruseste nu fusesem poftit sa intru in propria mea baie!... Intru, spun repede si clar un sarutmana, buna dimineata, apoi ma duc la veceu. Doamne! Ce presiune aveam!... Aud cum se da la o parte perdeaua de la cada -- ma uit cum apare un cap cu par negru si carliontat si niste ochi albastri, care nu fac altceva decat sa se uite, parca uimiti, la pula mea, cum ma pis... Imi cer scuze, explicandu-i ca presiunea era prea mare... - Nu trebuie sa te scuzi! Imi face placere! Ma fascineaza sa vad cum face un barbat pipi.. asa, din picioare!... Ce naiba sa comentez? V-am spus eu, inca de cand eram la teatru! Fata nu le are pe toate bine asezate la mansarda!... Oricum, probabil ca e greu de depistat... In fine, termin, trag apa si dau sa ies din baie... - Hei, hei, unde crezi ca te duci?!? Ia vino-ncoa! Spunand asta, deschide perdeaua si-mi face loc sa intru. Acuma, deja sunt sute de ori cand am facut dus cu diverse gagici, insa, cel putin din cate-mi amintesc, nu mi s-a mai intamplat niciodata cu una pe care, in prealabil, nici macar sa nu o fi sarutat... Ia un burete si incepe sa ma frece pe spate, apoi pe tot restul corpului, mai putin pula, coaiele si curul, pe care mi le spala direct cu mana... Imi ignora erectia, de parca am fi impreuna de cel putin un secol... Tare, gagica... Clateste buretele, il samponeaza din nou, apoi mi-l da. - Hai, te rog, cu simt de raspundere!... Imi fac si eu "datoria", incercand sa fiu extrem de profesional in ceea ce fac, apoi trec la samponatul mamelelor si ale pizdei si curului... Sta cuminte, inclusiv cand, asa, un pic, ii introduc varful degetului in cur... Apoi, dam cu apa pe noi, la greu... Iesim, ne stergem si ne bagam in pat... In sfarsit! Ne sarutam, la inceput tatonandu-ne buzele si limbile, apoi, usor, lucrurile se amplifica... Nu-mi mai pierd timpul cu sanii ei, ci trec direct la lindic, mangaindu-l, presandu-l, smotocindu-l, intai usor, apoi mai tare, s-o simt cum prefera... Nu ma lasa sa-mi dau seama... Se manifesta lafel, ridicandu-si curul de pe cearceaf... Inteleg ce vrea, asa ca, usor, cobor cu degetul si i-l bag in gaura pizdei... Dupa un minut, o simt ca da drumul la robinet, lucrurile devenind mult mai alunecoase... Intre timp, renunt la gura si-i bag limba in ureche -- se infioara -- geme... Ii las pizda-n pace si-i duc degetul, ud, la buze... Mi-l ia si mi-l suge, apoi il lasa liber si mi-l linge... Brusc, se ridica si se intoarce cu gura spre pula mea, deja gata sculata si mi-o ia in gura... Nu prea am ce face, asa ca-i caut iarasi, cu mana, intrarea in pizda si-i bag, incet dar temeinic, doua degete in vagin... Ma primeste cu placere -- simt asta... Dupa vreo cinci minute de "joaca", se ridica si ma incaleca. Nu ma lasa sa-mi ghidonez pula-n pizda ei si nici ea nu-si foloseste vreo mana, ci, pur si simplu, isi unduieste bazinul pana reuseste sa-si bage pula-n pizda... Incepe nebunia! Se agita, disperata, iar in mai putin de un minut, tipa... Tremura toata, in timp ce tot mormaie, ca o incantatie: - Pula, pula, pula, pula, pula, pula... Si tot asa... Se apleaca peste mine si ma imbratiseaza, stand nemiscata, doar muschii vaginali pulsand din cand in cand, facandu-mi si mie pula sa pulseze... Ma strange in brate si ma intreaba: - ... Mai poti? Mai rezisti?... Sunt constient ca este primul numar, insa stiu si ca, daca stau intins pe spate, ca acum, sigur mai pot... - Puiule, fute-te cat ai tu chef!... Se uita la mine, cu ochii ei mari si albastri, plini de o anume pasiune... Brusc, fata ei devine extrem de serioasa: - Sa nu te prind ca te fortezi! Cand iti vine, iti dai drumul si gata!... Iata deci ca a sosit si momentul cand... trebuie s-o intreb: - Apropos de dat drumul, unde? Zambeste gales: - Ai trei variante: acolo, in pizda, in gura sau in cur -- toate sunt deschise si permisive, caci, in nici un caz, nu esti tu primul... Asteia ii place sa epateze, sau, nu stiu... De ce naiba tine sa sublinieze ce femeie experimentata este ea?!?... Dar, tineti minte ce v-am spus, inca de la teatru?... - Folosesti anticonceptionale? - Da, are maica-mea o grija!... Ce ti-e si cu mamele astea grijulii... O intorc cu rotile-n sus, iar ea-mi pune repede cracii pe umeri: - Sa ma futi tare! Fara mila! Sa dai in mine ca intr-un dusman! Deja e inundatie, asa ca penetrez, pe bune, fara nici pic de mila... Se desface si mai mult, lasandu-ma sa-i storcesc cervixul, sa-i lovesc uterul... La un moment dat, comenteaza: Natalia and Her Wolf Ok well I am actually doing this entire story over. After reading the comments, getting discouraged and quitting all together, I've decided to give it one more chance. I've took every comment, negative and positive and made changes. I figured out my problem. I know what I want to say but I'm trying to get it all out at once, making the story seem jumpy. My mistake. Now that school is over and my daughter isn't sick anymore I should have a lot of time to get the chapters out. A lot of things are changed and some are the same. Anyhow this is chapters 1-4 but everything is different. There is no sex in this chapter but it is coming. And every chacter is 18 and older. _________________ I could tell this day would be bad. I woke up 40 minutes late. Fuck. I shouldn't have studied so late last night. "Come on Tal, you have to get up and get ready for school. Today's gonna be a long day." I said out loud. I rolled over in bed and grabbed my phone. I had to check my horoscope every morning. I was a firm believer in these types of things. The horoscope for Leo was alright right. At least for me it was. I walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. Great, I looked horrible and only had 30 minutes to get ready. Did I get taller? I'm about 5'4 and 121 pounds. I turned to the side and rolled my eyes. I might be a girl but I was as flat-chested as they come. I have a perky 36 b cup, a small waist and a fat ass. I have long brown curly hair, thanks to my mixed roots, gray eyes and deep dimples. My skin tone can only be described as light brown. I was a knock out according to all my friends. Even my own step dad referred to me as a "babe". Yea right, all my former boyfriends either dumped me or cheated on me. Shaking my head I got naked and jumped into the shower. I only had time for a quick 15 minute shower and if I calculated correctly, after I brushed my teeth, threw my hair into a messy bun and got dressed I should have just enough time to grab get some juice before I had to go. I ran downstairs almost tumbling over my father. "Good morning beautiful daughter how was sleep?" asked my dad. "Hi daddy I slept alright, it's really cold in my room at night though," I replied kissing him on the cheek. "I'll take look at it princess," he said before leaving. My dad was a tall strict man from Japan. He had slits for eyes and a tone so harsh it would make you cry. Whereas my mother brought his hard side out, I was his soft spot. I was his only daughter of 5 kids. I loved my dad. He never yelled at me. He never punished me. I was his perfect princess. We weren't rich by a long shot, but we maintained. I may not have gotten everything I wanted but I had everything I needed and I was happy. Then there was mommy dearest. "Natty why didn't you blow dry your hair? It looks awful in that bun. Please let me take you to get it cut into a style. And your clothes, darling you look homeless. That is not how a woman dresses. You have an OK body and you chose to put jeans on to show it off. I'll never understand you. You choose to dress the part of a boy when you aren't that unattractive," said my mother in that deep Mexican voice that made my skin crawl. "Mother my name is Natalia. I hate being called Natty. My hair is fine and I'm 18, I don't want to wear business suits every day. AND I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A MAN!!" I shouted. We had the same argument every day whether in person or over the phone. She wanted to make me into a little mini version of her. I shuddered at the thought. Just change the subject Tal don't let it get to you. "Why are you here mom? I thought you'd be at your condo in the city getting ready for her you vacation with Victor in Brazil," I said as I took in her appearance. I got a lot of my looks from her. She was Mexican and Black with long brown hair. She had big dark gray eyes and full pink lips. Only thing she didn't have was dimples but she did have high cheek bones and smooth skin that had no flaws. She was a money hungry woman so it wasn't a shock when she left my dad for a rich white man from the city. We kind of expected it. I'll never understand why my father married her. She was so evil. She disrespected him every chance she got. She even took all his money leaving him broke, and yet he still cared for her. I had had enough of her lecturing. "Are you even listening to me Natty? I swear sometimes you get lost in that uncombed head of yours." She shouted. "Bye mom I have to go," I said. Then I turned on my foot and sped out the house just in time to avoid a lecture. I got to school 30 minutes late. Thanks mom. I hurried to my locker and grabbed my books running to my first class. I walked in and spotted my best friend, Samantha, with an open desk. Just as I was about to sit down my teacher spotted me. Shit. "Ah, so nice of you to join us Ms. Miyoko, class starts on my time, not yours. I'll see you in detention. Don't be late this time," scolded Mr. Jackson. I was so glad we graduated soon. I was so tired of Jackson and his bullshit. I walked to my seat. "Hey girl, what's new?" whispered Sam. She was beautiful, the all American white girl. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a slender body and all the money she could ever want. She dated Jake, the quarterback, and she was head cheerleader. You would think she would be horrible and stuck up. Crazy thing is she wasn't. She was the sweetest thing since cheesecake. We had been best friends since 6th grade. I saved her from an ass whooping for a bitch named Amanda. Amanda was a bitch in every definition. She only hated Sam because she had money. Sam was the only person that I could talk to without worry. "Nothing new," I shrugged. I paid attention for the rest of the class. My classes went by pretty fast after that. I only had one more class after lunch but by time lunch came I was ready to go home. I had a horrible headache and I could swear somebody had been watching me. Like somebody would actually watch me. I was practically a boy I thought quoting my mother. "Ugh, let's eat at the mall. I hate school lunch." said Sam. I was all for the idea. They were serving some meatloaf shit. Yuck. Our school's food was enough to put you in the hospital for at least a week. We were out of there. We had skipped class plenty of times but I was always scared to get caught. I saw Sam's silver Benz and got excited. Goodbye crap food, hello people food. We made it to the mall in 15 minutes. "I never know what to eat. There are so many good choices. Can't I have them all?" I asked Sam. "You certainly could eat them all. That's for sure," She said without thought. I rolled my eyes. It was kind of like a known fact that I could eat you out of house and home. I mean what did they expect? I was a growing woman for God's sake. "I'm getting Chinese," She said. "I guess I will too," I said looking at her. We were eating our Chinese food laughing when I felt somebody watching me. I looked around but I didn't see anyone looking our way. Great now I'm losing my fucking mind. I just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring me down. Turning my attention back to Sam I told her how I was I worried I would fall during graduation ceremony. "I swear Nali, with all that worrying you do I'm surprised you don't have a forehead full of wrinkles on that beautiful face. You'll do fine." She said. I stuck my tongue out at her after I flicked her off. I was genuinely worried. I was always the clumsy friend. I would fall over anything. I swear I would fall on air. I had broken my ankle a number of times. It just never failed. I was sure I would fall while walking across the stage. "I am stuffed Nali," Sam said while ruing her stomach. We got up to throw our trash away. When I turned around to walk back to our table, I was sent flying back on my ass. "What the fuck?" I screamed. I look up to deep hazel eyes that made me want to get naked right there, I believe those are called "bedroom eyes", and a very amused grin from the most beautiful man I've ever seen. I wanted to smack it off his damn face. What an asshole! Just as I was about to cuss him out in every language I could think of Sam came to my rescue. "Watch where the fuck you're going. You almost gave my friend a concussion." Sam yelled. Go Sam! I looked on and watched the scene play out. I never heard Sam raise her voice. She was always so sweet and timid. Now she's momma lion protecting her cub. She helped me up as he chuckled. Oh so he finds this amusing. "Excuse me sweetheart but your clumsy friend bumped into me!" He said with authority. His voice was intoxicating. It was deep and intimidating but strangely comforting. I could listen to it for the rest of my life. I couldn't help but stare. I swore I knew him. Maybe I did, like in a past life. I just looked at him. He was beautiful. I had to get out of here. I turned the leave. "Now she leaves without so much as an apology? Women!" he laughed. That stopped me dead in my tracks. I was never one to turn down voicing my opinion. Did this dickhead really just say I owed HIM an apology? I'll give his ass an apology alright. "Um no, I think you're mistaken. I turned around and you walked into me." I said with an attitude. "I'm not about to argue with you. I'll apologize for you being so clumsy. I'm Eric Loup, nice to meet you." He said. I took a long look at him. He was clearly a handsome man. He looked very serious yet gentle. He had to at least be 6'3. He had blonde hair and those eyes. They were entrancing. He had a cute little dimple and a perfect smile. "Fuck off asshole. You hit me. I'm outta here." I said grabbing my purse and leaving. Poor Sam was struggling to keep up with me. I was on the verge of tears. I wasn't weak by a long shot but he got me so worked up. I was steaming. How dare he hit me then give me grief? Finally after what seemed like forever, we made it to the car. "UGHHH!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I got in and listened to Sam try to calm me down. After 10 minutes I cooled off. I do not know why I was so upset. I don't know if it was because I was walking away from him or because he bumped me. But as soon as I calmed down I felt someone staring at me again. Today was not my day. "I think I'm gonna ditch the rest of the day. Fuck detention," I said. Sam being the best friend she is goes, "Well shit me too." And we burst out laughing. We decide to go to the park and walk around. It's calming and very beautiful this time of year. It gave me some time to clear my head. After an hour we decided to leave. I couldn't stop thinking about Eric. What the hell was wrong with me? "Sam I think I'm going crazy," I said. We walk to the car and just as I'm about to get in, I see Sam with a horrified expression on her face. I look in the direction she's looking and see a huge wolf. And it's coming at us. We jump in the car and lock the doors as fast as we can. The wolf runs past us into the woods, stopping to look back only once before jetting off. "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT SHIT? WAS THAT A GOTDAMN FUCKING WOLF?" I scream. I'm on the verge of a panic attack. I hate animals. Especially dogs. I had the worst experience with dogs when I was younger. Wolves are dogs right? Only bigger. Whatever. I hate all animals. Sam just looks at me and busts out laughing. What the hell? Now she's going crazy. "You have such a fucking potty mouth Nali." She says in a fit of laughter. I look at her like she's crazy. That only makes her laugh harder. I can't help it. I burst out laughing right along with her. She pulls out the parking lot and I turn on the radio. We're singing along really loud when Sam runs a red light at a busy intersection. I hear a scream. I feel my side being crushed and my head hits the window. Not hard enough to knock me out but hard enough to give me a concussion. "Sam! Sam are you ok?" I scream. Everything feels like a dream. I look over and Sam is out cold. I try to grab her but I can't move. I look down and see blood. That's all it takes for me to past out. I woke up out my coma 3 days after. What happened to me? Did I party to hard again? Omg was I murdered? Omg my mom finally killed me. Not if you woke up Tal. Stop being a dumbass. Well my memory was all jumbled. I tried to sit up and almost passed out. Oh yea, Sam almost killed us. Wait, where's Sam? "Glad to see you're woke Ms. Miyoko. That was a nasty accident. Your parents will be glad to know you're up." said the doctor as he administered the medicine in my IV's. "My parents were here? As in my mom and dad? My mom was here?" I said with a little excitement. If my mom was here that would mean everything to me. Maybe she did love me. Things were kind of looking up. As soon as I get out here I'm going to patch things up with her. "Uh uh uh--- well actually no. Just your dad," the doctor said stumbling all over his words. "Oh good. I didn't want to see her anyways. She would've just got in the way," I said irritated, "What's wrong with me? Am I going to be ok? Is Sam ok?" "Well it seems you are very lucky. You have a broken arm and a nasty concussion but you seem to be healing fine. You're a very lucky girl. It could've been much worse," The doctor said. "Wow. Well what about Sam? Is she ok? Can I see her now?" I said. "It seems Ms. Montgomery is doing just fine. She was discharged 2 days ago. The car hit your side. You are the only one that got hurt," He said. "Well if I have or had a nasty concussion, why didn't I pass out right away? And Why did Sam pass out if she didn't get hurt?" I asked. "Sometimes thing cannot be explained Ms. Miyoko. I cannot answer that but I am sure you aren't the only one that hasn't passed out after an accident. I am sure that even though no injuries came to Samantha, the shock and fear caused her to faint," He replied. Lucky ass. Oh but I was so happy she was ok. The doctor walked up to me and gave me a shot in my arm. "That's so great. I can't wait to go see her. Um, how long will I be in here?" I asked. Whatever he gave me was taking effect fast. I was already exhausted. "In the next day or 2. I should go now. I'll have them bring breakfast to you. Good day Ms. Miyoko" he said leaving. My world went black again. *** In my dream I was sitting on a cloud with my cousin Nyla. She was killed when we were 13 in a horrible accident. I still had nightmares. "I'm an angel now. Aren't I beautiful? Yes I know. I'm your guardian angel now. Protecting you from evil and-" She cut herself off. "Natalia Catalina Miyoko. You need to hush with all that crying. You are dampening my mood. I come to see you and talk and you cry. Ungrateful," She said shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I just miss you so much Ny." I said. "I miss you too. But I'm not here for me. I have a message for you. You're destiny is written Natalia. You are about to fight one of the biggest battles you have ever had to fight. It won't be easy but it's time to find out who you were really meant to be. Keep faith and remember to always be honest." she said. I shook my head ok. "Ok Nyla. Whatever it is I'm ready for it," I said tearing up. *** It had been 2 days since I was released from the hospital. The doctor told me to take it easy. Sam had told me she'd seen Eric and he asked about me. Why did he care? I didn't notice my mother come in, I was wrapped in my thoughts. When I finally noticed her, she was furious. "You are a little attention craving bitch! You may have everybody else fooled but I know the real you. I carried you for 9 months. You just want pity. Lying around here feeling bad for yourself. You think you're better than me? What kind of daughter do I have?" She whispered. What the hell was she talking about? "Get better honey. Mommy loves you." She said loudly making sure everybody heard her. What a bitch. I never did anything bad to her. She had 4 kids before me and I was the only one she hated. She was crazy in the head. I couldn't worry about her. I had to get ready to go shopping for graduation. I had already missed a week of school. "Honey Sam and Jake outside. You be safe now," My dad said before leaving. He was always on the go. When we got to the mall I was instantly annoyed. I was not a people's person. Since it was Saturday, everybody as at the mall. "See you chicks later. I gotta go," Jake said. He kissed Sam and left. In a way I was a little jealous. They were so happy and they loved each other deeply. It was obvious to anybody. I would never have that. "You know we have a dress code for graduation?" Sam asked. "Who the hell decided that?" I asked. "The principal. It has to be a solid black or blue dress that touches the knees. Hey let's go over there. That's a cute new store. Femme Fatale. Sounds sexy." she said. We walked in and we were in awe. It was like combining all our favorite stores and putting them into one. It was sexy, sport, casual, all of that. We walked to the sexy part of the store. "Sam look at this," I said. "That would look great on you. Try it on," she said. I picked up the solid black dress in my size. It was a plain but gorgeous dress. Not to fancy, not to cheap looking. The dress was a cute halter top. The back was cut up and had slits going across the back horizontally. Other than the deep V at the top of the dress it was plain in the front. "I am already in love," I said. I walked around tried to find somebody to unlock the dressing room door. I spotted Eric instead and my heart took me on a crash course. His back was to me but I knew it was him. Just as I was about to walk towards him, a sales girl blocked my path. "Need help?" She asked all cheerfully. "Yea, umm dressing room please?" I asked. "Sure this way," she said. We walked in a totally different direction away from him and she led me to a dressing room and unlocked the door. I walked in and started getting undressed. It was tricky with my broken arm but I managed to get it on. I looked good. Very good. The dress hugged me just right and made me look very sexy. I walked out the dressing room. I just wanted to show Sam and get her opinion. "Ay what's your name baby?" asked some guy with way too cologne. I turned around and smiled. I was about to give this dude a mouthful. I hate men that approach women like that. I am not anyone's baby. "She's taken," answered Eric for me. "Hey my bad dude I didn't you see you roll up in her with her. I'm out," he said walking away. I was in total shock. I didn't plan on giving that dude any play but I wasn't taken. Eric pulled me back towards the dressing room. "What was that?" he asked pissed off. I snatched my arm away. He was seriously starting to upset me playing macho man. I didn't take any vows and I damn sure wasn't entitled to him. "You tell me." I asked angrily. "You were flirting with him," he said. I could detect some hurt in his voice. "First of all I was not flirting with him, I was about to chew him out. Second, if I was flirting that is my business and not yours and lastly, I don't need you playing captain Saveahoe. I can handle myself," I said not backing down. "I'm sorry," he said small like a child and hung his head. I sighed. "It's fine. Thanks for bailing me out Eric," I said. He instantly cheered up and I saw mischievousness in his eyes. He smirked and I thought he was going to playfully hit me or something. I walked into the dressing room but didn't shut the door. "You remember my name," He said while licking his lips. I rolled my eyes and closed the door in his face. I had decided I would get the dress. It was very cute and apparently everyone else thought so. I got dressed and walked out. I half expected Eric to be gone but I knew he wasn't. He was sitting in the same place with a silly grin on his face.