When the parents left

For the next two days, I avoided Kostya by every conceivable and most idiotic means possible. I spent all my time in my room, only going out to eat when he was asleep or out for a walk. The scene from the car kept playing before my eyes, his words constantly echoed in my ears. I couldn't sleep.

And Kostya didn't even try to talk to me or look me in the eye. This completely threw me off balance. Why was he acting like this? Could he really have just been playing with me?

That evening, my godmother and Uncle Sasha went to a birthday party for some family friends. Kostya went to some concert at the university, after which

a party at a nightclub was planned. I was left home alone. All evening I drank cocoa with milk and watched TV series. Then I went to take a shower. I stood under the warm streams of water for a long time, thoughts of Kostya creeping back into my head. Knowing no one was home, I stepped out of the shower wearing only a towel…

Entering my room, I fumbled to turn on the desk lamp and immediately flinched. Kostya was lying on my bed wearing only jeans. My gaze involuntarily dropped from his face down his chest to his lower abdomen… to where black hair curled.

 — Why are you home? — I asked in a trembling voice, pressing the towel tighter against my chest as if trying to shield myself.

 — And why aren't you asking why I'm in your bed? — he asked with a slightly mocking tone, his bright blue eyes piercing into me.

 — Why are you in my bed?

 — Because I want you, baby… — he slowly got up from the bed and came right up to me, — Why are you hiding from me?

 — I don't know… — I lowered my eyes and blushed.

 — Oksana, — Kostya gently lifted my face by the chin, forcing me to look into his eyes, — Don't do that anymore… baby, you know how you affect me… how I feel about you…

 — I don't know, — I said honestly and felt a sting in my nose from tears, a veil of tears clouding my eyes.

 — The same way you feel about me, — he simply leaned down and caught a tear with his lips, then another… and another…

Kostya greedily pressed his lips to mine, his tongue entered my mouth… He kissed me so passionately that it took my breath away. With his hands, Kostya squeezed my shoulders, ran his palms down my back, squeezed my butt… I, giving in to the impulse, wrapped my arms around his neck. The towel fell to the floor… Kostya ran his hands over my body and, grabbing me by the thighs, lifted me onto him…

 — Wrap your legs around me, baby… — he whispered hoarsely in my ear and ran his tongue along my neck.

I obediently wrapped my legs around him and a quiet moan escaped my lips the moment he sank his teeth into my neck with a tender kiss… on my shoulder… ran his lips along my collarbone… Kostya laid me on the bed and lay on top of me… He covered my neck, chest with kisses, bit and sucked on my nipples… I writhed beneath him, feeling desire consuming me, losing control over myself… He suddenly rose above my hips on his knees and began unbuttoning his jeans, looking into my eyes.

I involuntarily squeezed my eyes shut and blushed… my breathing became ragged. I felt him get off the bed… heard him take off his clothes… a moment later he was over me again, kissed me gently on the lips…

 — Oksana, baby… don't be shy… look at me… — he began kissing my face and neck, twisting my nipples with his fingers.

I opened my eyes… it was as if I was surrounded by fog, it was hard to breathe… I involuntarily licked my lips and immediately felt his hands on my thighs… he began breathing loudly and rapidly.

 — Baby, turn over onto your tummy… girl… — his lips pressed against the skin between my breasts.

A couple of seconds later I was already on all fours, leaning my hands against the headboard… Kostya ran his tongue from the small of my back to my neck and bit my earlobe… I moaned with pleasure… He spread my legs a little wider and began rubbing the head of his cock against my perineum, caressing my clit and labia… I began to moan and involuntarily moved my butt, rubbing against his cock…

Kostya straightened up and grabbed my thighs with his hands… The head of his cock slowly penetrated me and I tensed up completely.

 — Relax, baby… relax, my little one…

He pulled the head out of me and rubbed it against my clit… inserted his cock into me halfway again… pulled it out again… and thrust it in to the base in one sharp motion and froze.

I cried out in surprise and slight pain. Kostya began to move slowly, holding me by the hips and impaling me on his cock… his movements were so rhythmic and smooth, so sharp and tender… and how he started moaning again, impaling me on himself harder with each thrust… he kneaded my thighs and buttocks… leaned over me and squeezed my breasts with his palms… kissed my neck… his movements became faster… he moaned and breathed loudly..

I felt his cock pulsating inside me stronger and stronger… Kostya ran his palm over my stomach… pressed it against my pubis and found my clit with his finger… Now I started moaning too… he moved inside me faster and faster, caressing my clit…

For the first time in my life, I was overcome with unbearable tension, I began moaning as loudly as Kostya… I felt like I was about to lose consciousness…

And he moaned, he moaned so… and again I felt good just from the thought that he felt good with me..

He suddenly squeezed my thighs hard with both hands and straightened up… began fiercely pounding his cock into me, forcefully impaling me on himself… my breath caught from excitement and at the same time it became unbearably painful… I bit my lip to keep from screaming…

And suddenly it all ended abruptly. Kostya pulled me onto him so hard that it felt like his cock penetrated right into my womb, and came, letting out a long moan…

After pulling his cock out of me, he took off the condom and carefully placed it on the floor by the bed. Kostya fell onto his stomach next to me and pressed me to him… lightly bit my shoulder.

 — Kostya, I love you…

We were both lying on our stomachs looking at each other's faces.

 — I know, baby…

But that's not what I wanted to hear. That's not what my whole being demanded!

Kostya sat up on the bed. I fixed my gaze on the back of his head.

 — Where are you going?

 — I think we both need a shower… — he smiled and scooped me up in his arms.

In the shower, we washed each other for a long time. He tenderly and unhurriedly caressed me, paying attention to every inch… Kostya pressed me chest-first against the wall, ran his fingers over my stomach, over my pubis… gently pressed a finger against my clit… I moaned and pressed the back of my head against him. He caressed me more and more insistently, squeezing my breast with one hand and pressing on my clit with the other… after a few minutes of such manipulation I came with a long moan… feeling moisture run down my legs…

Kostya turned me to face him and devoured my lips with a passionate kiss. I immediately felt his arousal against my stomach.

 — Baby… little one… — he whispered and pressed lightly on my shoulders, — kiss it… lick it with your tongue…

 — Kostya, I don't… — I whispered fearfully.

 — I know… you'll learn… it's easy…

And now I'm kneeling before him, and the burgundy head of his cock is pointed at my face. For a few seconds I looked at the cock with wide eyes, not believing it could have fit inside me. Kostya's hand rested on my head, and I touched the tip of my tongue to the head, then circled around it a few times.

 — Wrap your little hand around it, baby… — he exhaled with a moan.

I obediently placed my palm on his cock, Kostya covered my palm with his and squeezed it slightly… began moving it along the cock… I licked and sucked the head, listening to his moans… my head began to spin… I took the cock a little deeper…

And Kostya, unexpectedly for me, came right into my mouth. I shuddered and let the cock slip from my mouth… he shot two more times onto my face…

 — My little girl… baby… — Kostya stroked my hair.

I looked up at him… How handsome he was! He had a happy, satisfied face, streams of water running down his body… I stared at him.

 — Why are you looking at me like that? — he smiled and stroked my cheek, — Mom and dad will be home soon, we need to hurry.

And again, pain squeezed my heart. Again, it seemed to me that I was just a toy for him, a stupid, infatuated teenager…