Two years ago

Dasha

Finally, our family was able to breathe. Of course, we understood that the disease could return, but every day we lived through the last two months gave us confidence in the next day. And, in general, our whole life began to return to a rhythm we had long forgotten.

I returned to communication with my friends and girlfriends. Previously, I deliberately limited myself in this, fearing that problems might arise. But this summer I made up for lost communication. My childhood friend Kristina Usacheva and I disappeared every evening in our yard, talking with boys and girls from our school, and not only.

Overall, this summer has been a very busy one for me.

My childhood friend and classmate Timofey Terekhov suddenly decided that he was in love with me. He accompanied me through the yards to the house. True, accompanied by Christina, but this did not stop him from sometimes carrying my purse and saying cute nonsense. I really liked it, of course, but he was just my friend. Handsome, smart, an excellent student and an athlete, but a friend.

Christina did not like that Timothy was giving me signs of attention. And in general, they never found a common language with him. She refused to understand his sudden outbreak of love. I didn’t believe that I didn’t perceive him as a potential boyfriend. And, looking at his signs of attention towards me, she snorted and rolled her eyes.

One evening Timofey accompanied me home after another walk. Usually they saw me off with Christina, but today my friend freaked out at Terekhov because of some little thing. They talked for a long time a few meters from our company. And then Chris just left.

Timothy withdrew into himself, but did not refuse to see me off. All the way the friend was gloomy, silent. I tried to get him to talk, but all my attempts were unsuccessful. He answered my questions in monosyllables, and near the entrance he grabbed my hand, pulled me to him and kissed me.

His lips were wet and timid.

I froze in surprise. My body seemed to be petrified. I think I even stopped breathing, trying to understand what was happening.

Feeling no resistance, Timothy tried to stick his tongue into my mouth. From this touch, consciousness returned instantly, and I realized what had just happened. I got really angry and pushed him away with all my might. She wiped her lips automatically and screamed:

- Terekhov! You flashed, didn't you?

- Dash, damn it, what are you doing? Timofey was taken aback.

- What am I? - My indignation knew no bounds. - Is that you? Why are you sticking your tongue in my mouth?

- Actually, I kissed you!

I saw that Timothy was embarrassed. But there was no stopping me.

- Did I ask you?

- I thought you didn't mind! It seems like I'm not indifferent to you! The guy tried to explain his behavior.

- Actually, Terekhov, you could first ask if I want to! I muttered in response.

If looks could kill, I would do it without a second thought. And Terekhov understood this.

- Damn, Dash, it's just a kiss! What are you boiling?

After these words, I realized that Timothy did not know that this was my first kiss. And that he stole it. Resentment swept over my head.

"I don't want to see you, idiot!"

She turned around, silently opened the entrance door with a key, and ran inside, leaving Timofey on the street.

As soon as I was in my room, I immediately wrote a message to Christina.

Me: “Terekhov kissed me!”

Chris: "And you?"

Me: "What am I?"

Chris: "Did you kiss him?"

Me: "Chris! You know this is my first kiss!"

Chris: "I told you he was a goat"

Chris, as always, was in her repertoire. She hated everything that was connected with Terekhov. Looks like she hates me too.

With these thoughts in mind, I changed my clothes and quietly crept into the bathroom, trying not to wake my parents. I could wait until tomorrow, but I really wanted to brush my teeth, because there was still a mark from Timofey's lips on my lips.

The next evening I didn't go out with my friends. And after a day, and after three, I stayed at home. Because I did not want to see Timofey and communicate with him.

Chris brightened up all the evenings for me. Pajama parties, heart-to-heart talk.

The only thing that annoyed me was that Christina tried to change the subject every time, as soon as I mentioned Timofey in the conversation. Since Chris thought Terekhov was a jerk and a freak, I had to avoid talking about him. And get over what happened.

Usually I told my mother everything, but I didn’t want to remember this kiss at all, let alone talk about it. It was very embarrassing and there was nothing to share in fact. For myself, I decided that Terekhov did not kiss me. And my first kiss is yet to come

And after a few days, I safely began to forget about this unfortunate kiss. And we even returned to our company.

Terekhov didn't even come up to us. Just silently watched. And avoided talking to us. Maybe he and I should have talked about what happened, but we both decided to pretend that nothing happened between us.

Time passed, and we were still silent. I was even a little sorry that I had lost such a friend.

And at the end of the summer, a new guy appeared in our company. He was the brother of one of our acquaintances, Nelli Samedova. Arthur came to visit her from Vladikavkaz. The guy was a few years older than us. And also incredibly handsome and charming. In a matter of minutes, he became his own on the board in our company. The guys envied him, and the girls were delighted with him, and each secretly dreamed of him.

He immediately singled out Nika Stavrizhskaya, a girl from a neighboring yard. Blonde with long legs and high self-importance. An arrogant and arrogant person. She did not communicate with us, so we were too low from her highness, but Arthur just had what is called a hat by Senka.

Arthur spent some time with us, and then ran to Nika. Everyone thought that they had love-carrots, but a week later Arthur did not even look in her direction. Yes, and Nika bypassed our company.

And then, to the envy of everyone, Arthur became interested in me. He poured compliments, did not take his eyes off and smiled gently. He probably wanted Nika to be jealous of him.

I tried to ignore all his attention. But that didn't stop him. He continued to persistently draw my attention to himself.

And one of the evenings, one of the guys brought wine, and the whole crowd of us, hiding behind the garages, together decided to drink this drink.

It was the first time I tried alcohol and I even liked it. A pleasant warmth spread in his chest, his head was spinning a little. Arthur carefully poured wine into my glass. And I, foolishly, got drunk too quickly.

I was happy and carefree. And I wasn't afraid of anything. Therefore, when Arthur came up behind and, hugging me, hugged me, I didn’t even flinch. So what? I'm already a grown woman! I'm almost eighteen! I can already let an older guy take care of me.

Naturally, I went home with Arthur. He held my hand and we chatted cheerfully about nothing. Already at the very entrance, he came so close to me, and, looking straight into my eyes, whispered:

- You're so beautiful!

I blushed. She looked down in embarrassment.

He took my hand and pulled me into the hallway. Everything seemed so romantic to me. Like a somnambulist, I took the keys out of my skirt pocket and opened the door. Also holding hands, we climbed up several flights and stopped between floors.

Lightning fast, Arthur pushed me against the wall and kissed me. Hot, persistent. His tongue was in my mouth and imitated such movements that I was simply confused. I didn't feel the kiss itself. Because of that, I felt that I did not have enough air, and I began to suffocate. Arthur's hands gripped my chest. Strong, causing slight pain.

- I want you, - Arthur whispered and turned me back to him, continuing to press his body against the wall.

Finally, I managed to breathe. My mind cleared up a little, and I felt his arousal.

His lips kissed my neck. I must admit that this was the most pleasant of what was happening. But his hands squeezed my hips, slowly but surely, lifting my skirt up.

I tried to break free.

- Shh! It's all good, baby!

And the next moment, his hands are squeezing my buttocks. Arthur groans. I'm numb with fear as his fingers end up in my panties.

- Not! I try to break free again, but Arthur is much stronger than me.

- Hush hush! I want to fuck you baby. You'll like it! croaked Arthur.

I take in as much air as I can to scream. But Arthur unmistakably guesses my plan and closes my mouth with his hand. The other hand pulls my thong to the side, and I hear the sound of tearing fabric.

I started to panic. His eyes darkened. All the alcohol was gone from my head in a matter of seconds. I keep trying to get out but to no avail. And then I bite his hand. With all my might. Arthur screamed and jumped aside. Feeling free and without wasting a second, she rushed up the stairs. She heard footsteps behind her and ran even faster out of fear, pulling her keys from her skirt pocket as she went.

She stopped at her door and tried to insert the key into the lock. Did not work out. My hands were shaking, and, unable to withstand the nervous tension, I dropped them. At that moment, I realized that I was finished. In the silence, heartbeats were heard clearly and deafeningly.

I turned around slowly. Arthur stood in the aisle between the floors, and in the dim light of the bulb I could see his disgusting smile. His breath was ragged, but he was in no hurry, and I again took advantage of the moment. Within two seconds, the keys were in my hand. In that instant, Arthur had crossed half a flight of stairs.

There was a sound of the lock opening the apartment opposite.

We both froze.