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* Keep Denver *
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"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
					    - A.L. I. 40.

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DISCLAIMER

This story contains explicit description of sexual activities involving underage persons. If you are under the proper age (usually 18 or 21), or your religion, beliefs, morality forbid you to read such - delete this file now. Otherwise, have fun.

None of the events described herein really happened. I would never encourage anyone to commit such acts. The same is true for drinking alcohol and using illicit substances as some of my heroes do. Treat this story as pure fiction for fun. Don't get inspired.

Comments and flames welcome at keepdenver@mrdouble.com. Only constructive criticism is appreciated. If you wish, suggest a story, but I can't promise to fulfill all requests.

Thanks go to all those who encouraged me and helped, and especially to Red Rose and Aelita, who provided me with the right point of view ;)

Now, if you haven't read Introduction and part 1 - download them and read first, otherwise reading this story makes no sense.

Greetz,

Keep Denver


Story codes: f_solo, mf, pett, oral, first, rom, slow

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The Survivors

The Tale of Yuriy and Me, pt. 2

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The story so far:
1. Survivors - Introduction
2. Survivors - The Tale of Yuriy and Me, pt. 1
3. Survivors - The Tale of Yuriy and Me, pt. 2

Next chapters (in no particular order)

4. Masha's Diary
5. The Girls' Secret
6. Twincest

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Motto

Kto zhenshtshine nye lubit, u nyego dushe nyet.
A Russian proverb

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I was already hot and aroused. I felt dampness in my new panties and started to breathe faster. Yuriy was looking at me hungrily.

- Ahem... - we both heard a voice. It was Vala, his sister. I looked over Yuriy's shoulder, trying to hide the fact that I'm topless.
- I see you two are having a great time - she commented ironically - I just wanted to know if you're all right. You've been out for three hours already...

- Yob tvoyu mat', Valentina! - Yuriy exclaimed - Don't pop on us all of the sudden.
- I don't suppose anyone's gonna ever fuck her again! - she snapped back angrily and left, slamming the door. The knob, broken by Yuriy's kick, fell to the floor with a clatter.

I groaned and I so did Yuriy. Younger sisters! Damn them, sometimes at least. We had to wait with our little fun here.

With a resigned sigh I picked my new bra from the floor and put it on. Then I put on the undershirt and threw the shirt on. Yuriy was in the next room, rummaging through some stuff. He soon came back carrying a tape player and a stash of tapes.

- We'll take that with us - he said, setting all that stuff on the floor. He reached for the almost empty vodka bottle and poured the last round, emptying it.

- For better next time - he toasted and we both drunk up.
- I love you, remember - he said, kissing me on the cheek. He lifted his stuff from the floor and we left, climbing the stairs to the tenth floor.

- We're back - I said loudly, opening the door.
- Good - I heard Masha's voice from the living room. We entered. The Nazarbayev twins and my sister were still playing Chinese. Valentina was not present.
- Misha, here, make it work - Yuriy handed his load to the younger boy - It's a tape player, I think we can have some fun with it. Where's Vala?
- She left - Katarina said - Maybe she's on the street - she shrugged.
- Yebala eto sobaka! - Yuriy cursed and left the flat in a rush. Katarina, Masha and Misha looked at me with expectation.

- What? - I asked them.
- What made Vala so mad? - the younger girl asked.
- She caught Yuriy and me kissing - I pouted and turned sideways, to avoid their looks.
- Ah, all right then. No big deal - Masha commented and they returned to playing.

I went to the kitchen and lit the kerosene burner to boil some water for tea. Then I opened another can. I dreamt of bread. We had none for weeks. Almost everything went stale during the few days after the explosion and since then we had no edible occurrence. I sliced the meat and put it on the little frying pan. I found some mustard - it had a slightly more optimistic expiry date. I fried the meat and put it to the tables that I set on the table.

- Guys! - I exclaimed - The supper's ready! - It was already past midnight. Nice time for a supper, really! Reluctantly, they came in. I asked them if they washed their hands and groaning they all moved to the bathroom, where a bucket of water stood for washing. I took a seat on one of the chairs and sipped my hot, sweet tea. Damn, I still felt dazed by the vodka and the whole situation that turned sour. And just managed to think it might have been so nice that night.

The doors squeaked and I heard footsteps. Vala came into kitchen.

- Hi, guys! - she said - Tamarka, Katya, I'll sleep in your room, all right?

Soon after we moved in, we distributed our beds among the rooms. Naturally, I slept with Katya, Yuriy took the same room as his sister and the twins got their own.

- Sure - Katya replied - Why?
- I don't wanna live in the same room with Yuriy. He's such a vermin.
- Boslhoye spasiba, my dear sissy. So are you - Yuriy said, coming into the kitchen - Can I get something to eat as well?

I got up and put some meat on a plate. He took a sit and silently ate. At the same time Valentina and Katarina left and were now moving the latter girl's things into our room. I ordered the twins to wash and go to bed at once, so they left.

- What's that all about? - I asked, surprised. To say at least, someone was overreacting.

Yuriy swallowed a piece of meat, sipped some tea and only then spoke.

- I guess Valentina has some nervous breakdown. You know... We've been under a terrible stress. I suppose something inside her gave up.

- But that's not reason to react that way - I replied, looking at him. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, hands on my hips, holding a dishtowel in my hand. For a flash I though I looked just like my mother had always looked, talking to my father when he returned from work in the evening, tired, and ate his supper.

- She's mad. She thinks I should be blamed, because I allowed myself to be happy with you. And she has no one to love, now that our parents are dead - he put away the empty plate.
- She has us! And you're her brother after all, what's she expecting?

- I expect him not to say "fuck your mother" to me - Valentina came in abruptly - Will you help us carry the bed, Yuriy? - the last word sounded sharp. He gave me a "now you see?" look and shrugged. They both left without a word. I sighed and started to wash the dishes.

After I was finished in the kitchen, I went to see if the twins were in bed already. They were both sound asleep. I checked if their candle was secure and left it lit, so that they would not be afraid if one of them woke up. We had no electricity, but that was not a problem. We found plenty of candles in one of the shops.

There was generally not much problem will all the things that wouldn't rot or require electricity.

I glimpsed at my sister and Vala in our room and returned to the kitchen.

The window was wide open and Yuriy sat at the table, smoking a cigarette. I gave him a stern look, and closed the door behind me, so that we could have some privacy. He looked at me and smiled sadly. Not saying a word I came closer and put my hand on his head, stroking his hair. He leaned to me.

I don't know how long we remained silent. Maybe fifteen minutes, maybe one whole hour... I sat down and he turned toward me.

- I think it'll be OK in a few days. She just got depressed. That's all... - he looked at me, but that was an unsure look. As if he wanted me to convince him he was right. I nodded shortly.
- It's getting late, Yuriy. Let's better go to sleep - I said - We're all tired and it's been a long day. Though I'd rather it ended in a different way...
- And you're not the only one who'd wish a happy ending. Da, you're right, let's sleep - he got up and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Then he left. I heard the door in his room click while he closed it behind him. I sighed. It was not easy - both of us had to grow up all of a sudden. And we were not yet ready to act as adults. Not yet...

I went to the bathroom to wash myself. We had a small stove, where we burned wood to heat the water. I felt too tired and it was too late to do it now, so I just undressed and used the cold water from the bucket standing in the bathtub.

The water was real cold but everything was fine washing hands and feet. When I got to washing the upper body I shivered and my nipples became rigid and itchy. That reminded me what happened in the evening. The feeling of Yuriy's fingers tracing the contours of my aureoles, the soft touch of his palm all over my breasts.

I set on the edge of the bathtub, leaning against the wall. With my eyes half closed I cupped my titties, imagining it was him who did that. Slowly, gently I started to stroke them, caress the soft skin, tweak the stiff, wrinkled nips that poked forward.

I looked down at my bust. Honestly, that was a nice pair! I felt whole of them tense, tighten while I played with my nipples, stroking them hard and tweaking with my fingers. The familiar tickling appeared, emanating from my chest across my whole body. I also felt it in my crotch.

Feeling my breast with my left hand, I moved the right one to my crotch. I brushed my fingers through my pelvic hair. There wasn't much of it, but I never really had much bodily hair. I moved my hand lower, under my body, cupping my mound. I could feel my dried girl juice on the pussy lips, a leftover of the evening events. I pressed my hand stronger to my body and separated those lips with my index finder.

The insides were damp already, an effect of my fondling the breasts. The tickling was now nested somewhere just over my fingers, deeper in my body. I located the northern end of my slit and started to slowly rub the little nub hidden there. I closed my eyes and imagined it were Yuriy's hands caressing me. The image came so vivid and real I gasped, quickening my movements. Now I stroked my clit real fast and real strong.

I sighed, moving my other hand from my right breast to the left one. I tweaked the rigid poking nipple between my fingers, twisting it gently. My whole body shivered with that action. I felt I was getting more and more wet. Now I could feel the dampness creep out of my pussy and slowly dribble down my inner things. I moved my fingers deeper, to the back, they immersed between my pussy lips easily and I kept on stroking the wet, hot insides of me.

My finger slid over the leaking opening into my body. I smeared some of my girl juice over it and carefully probed with it. I could feel my finger sliding slowly inside, up my love tunnel, into the depths of my tummy. I was really aroused and breathed heavily.

I fingered myself for a few moments, gradually quickening the pace of my ministrations. I moved my other hand from my boobies to my slit, probing for the clit hidden between the folds of my pussy lips. I located it and started stroking slowly. The feeling that emerged from it kind of overwhelmed me. I quickened the tempo of my finger, spearing it in and out of my steaming, leaking cunny. I tweaked and pressed my clit with my other hand. All the time I kept my eyes closed, imagining it was Yuriy, trying to satisfy me.

The very though of it was real erotic itself and now I was excited and aroused prime time. My nips were rigid, stiff; they pointed their hard nubs like little pencil erasers. My girl juice was flowing freely, I could feel it drip down my legs. My whole inner thighs were smeared with it, together with my hands. I could feel a drop leak down as low as my knee. It was cool and the liquid dried on my blushed skin.

I could feel the climax is coming. I started playing with myself when I was only eleven and since then I've done it almost countless times. I could tell I'm on the brink right now. A few more strokes over my supersensitive clit, a few more moves of my finger probing my pussy and I felt the tension build up, strengthen, the tickling changed into an overwhelming feeling of hotness that radiated through my whole body, originating between my legs and around my nipples.

I made one more stroke and one more time my finger speared into my cunny and then my climax exploded. A wave of pleasure, hotness, excitement and joy washed over my whole body, extinguishing any other feelings and sensations. With every nerve now I was taking in the pleasure. The chilly, night air felt wonderful on my hot, blushed skin and erected nips. The coolness of the bathtub I sat on soothed my buttocks. I could exactly feel every drop of thick, translucent liquid on my legs and inner thighs and I felt it dry. My breathing was still quick and hard, but it was resting now.

As if from a haze, through a cotton wool that seemed to cover my ears I heard footsteps, dying in the distance. Slowly, reluctantly, I opened my eyes, but there was nobody around to see me. The door to the bathroom were opened just a crack, but I must've left them that way. I sighed, tired and still very much aroused. Colorful patches danced in front of my eyes. I was sleepy and still slightly drunk.

I wet the sponge and carefully washed my lower body, wiping away all the girl juice that leaked from me. There was lot of it. Since ever I first paid attention to that, I was always extremely wet. When I got excited, there was so much of it... Like a small waterfall, I smiled to my thoughts, savoring the sensation of wet, cool sponge on my pussy lips. For a brief moment I though about another climax, but I was really too tired already. In fact, when I was done with my teeth I was already on my last legs. I took a fresh nightshirt from the shelf and put it on. Barefoot, candle in my hand, I walked across the silent flat to my room. I listened under the twins' door - they were partly open and I could hear their steady, slow breathing.

There was no sound in Yuriy's room and the door was closed.

I blew the candle out and entered my room. Vala and Katya were sleeping, their breathing slow and calm. I sat on my bed, looking out the window, at the tall buildings that surrounded our block of flats. A spooky, kind of nightmarish light of the moon cast shadows over the dead city. Nothing stirred. No living creature. No sound except the whistle of the wind.

I tugged myself deep under my covers and in no time at all my mind drifted off into sleep, where I found myself once again in Griboyedov's flat, together with Yuriy. But in my dream nobody disturbed us and soon we were on the floor, on the colorful carpet, both of us stark naked and Yuriy was about to take my virginity. He lowered his body over mine, smiled to me and pushed in.

I woke up, starting to a sitting position, gasping for breath. Whew, one hell of a dream... But I wished I didn't wake up. Soon I drifted into the land of dreams again, but now I didn't dream of anything. My mind was overloaded with all the sensations of the past day and I just kind of blacked out.

The next morning was calm. The weather was still good, although it was already the end of September. How fast those days go, I thought, looking through the kitchen window, preparing breakfast for all of us. Somehow I took most of the tasks around the house. I cooked, did the laundry and paid attention if everyone was all right. Yuriy was out when I got up - he must've gone to the city, searching for something or just wandering about. The twins were asleep. Vala and Katya were still in their beds, but soon they turned up and we sat around the table, sipping some hot tea, waiting for the twins to get up so that we could eat together.

My boyfriend turned up when we were almost finished with the food. He got in, took of his boots and hanged his jacket. The boots... He found them in the barracks - made of heavy, thick leather, they seemed quite comfortable. I though I'll need to get my own pair as soon as autumn starts. An irrelevant thought, but those sometimes happened to me.

- Zdravstvuytye! - Yuriy said, taking a place. There were six of us around the table and it was quite busy and crowded in the kitchen now. Suddenly everyone stopped talking.

- Vala, I'm sorry for yesterday. I really didn't want to quarrel with you there, in the city - Yuriy stroked his sister's long hair - You are my sister and I love you, I want you to always remember that - his voice was soft and caring. The girl smiled weakly and leaned toward her brother, hugging him tightly.
- Ya znayu, Yuriy, ya znayu... It's just it's so damn hard sometimes... So hard - tears started to roll down her face. We watched the siblings reunited in solemn silence.
- Yes... - the boy said in a low voice - It is hard, for all of us. But as long as we got ourselves, nothing can endanger us. Nothing can make us break apart.

He kissed her on her forehead and gave her a friendly pat on the back.

- Now, I'm terribly hungry - he said - I hope you left something for me? - he reached for the tea jug and poured some to his empty glass.

I sighed with relief. So, the problem was fixed. That was good, for this boy was really our only guardian and protector. I was so anxious, exactly as if I was a mother of the whole gang and he was the father, who made our living possible... I smiled to myself, those were good thoughts and I felt warmth in my heart, when I watched him devour his canned meat and drink the tea. The others moved to the balcony. Misha made the tape player work and I heard them arguing about what tape are they about to play.

- Any plans for the day? - I asked Yuriy. He swallowed, sipped some tea and looked up at me.
- Yeah... I think I'll take all of you to the shooting range. I suppose it would be nice to have all of us trained with firearms. Just in case...

Just in case... He still believed something bad might happen to us. All the time, while we played and spent our time, he watched our back, he thought about the adversaries we may face and problems that should be fixed. Such a loving, caring guy. And still so young. I loved him all the more for what he was like.

Yuriy carried out what he planned for us. He locked the flat (just in case...) and we left, the whole six of us. We marched the streets, a strange cavalcade of kids, wearing military jackets and carrying unloaded Kalashnikov rifles on our shoulders.

We entered the factory backyard - our shooting range that we visited so often together with Yuriy in the past few weeks.

- Now, it'll go like this  - he said, facing us, his hand on his hips - Tamarka already knows the drill, so she'll help me take care of everything. Here are your shooting posts - he pointed to a square of ground he cleared and installed some makeshift gun supports.

- Your targets are over there - he pointed to the ramp, where empty cans stood - The objective is quite easy, shoot the cans. The ones in front of you, not the others' - he grinned.

- Come here, closer, I'll show you how this thing works - he took a Kalashnikov and crouched. We all surrounded him. Yuriy expertly disassembled the rifle into pieces, explaining the function of each. Then he put it back together, showing how the mechanisms work. He handed one to each of us.

- This is not a toy - he warned - So from now on, nobody does anything unless I tell you to, did I make myself clear? - his voice was stern. Everyone nodded.

One by one, the girls and Misha connected their clips and secured them. Yuriy checked everything once again and ordered Katarina to load and take aim. He crouched by her side, guiding her how to carry out all the actions. Finally she aimed and slowly pulled the trigger. We heard a deafening bang and the can fell to the ground, pierced.

- Great shot! - Yuriy patted her on her back - Now, secure your rifle, but don't unload.

He moved to his sister and repeated the instructions. It took her some more time to accomplish the task and she missed her first shot. The boy then repeated what he did with both the twins. For the next three or four hours only our shots echoed loudly in the dead city. By the end of the training, everyone managed to score at least once. He seemed proud and satisfied.

- So, Tamarka - he looked at me. For the whole time I helped the other operate their rifles.
- Da? - I asked.
- How about a little contest. You're pretty good in shooting by now - he grinned.
- I don't suppose I can beat you, but let's do it - I grinned as well. The kids stepped back and we took our positions. I stroked the barrel of my rifle. It was kind of private property of mine now and I grew to like it. Served well, so far at least.

- We shoot till the first miss, just like penalties in football, right? - he asked. I confirmed.

It was a prime dare and we both knew it. He was a much better shooter and I was quite sure of what the outcome may be.

- There are ten cans there right now - I said - You take the five on the left, I take the five on the right. No time limit for shots.

Yuriy nodded and took aim. Slowly, carefully, he pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang and the can jumped in the air, shot through. I inhaled, waited till the can was exactly at the crossing point of the aiming instruments and shot. My can fell to the ground as well.

Each of us shot four more times, and eight more cans altogether fell to the ground, pierced.

- Tie, so far - Yuriy commented. He secured his rifle, so did I. The boy put ten more cans on the ramp. The wall behind it was pierced with the bullets. White holes in the plaster showed where it was hit.

He returned and looked at me. There was something devilish in his eyes. He crawled a bit closer, and whispered.

- The winner may ask for anything, all right? - he grinned mischievously. I nodded. I was not sure what he might ask of from me, but whatever it was, it was worth it.

- Shoot first, this time - he said, crawling back to his post. I took aim and shot the can. My ears were already kind of sore from the whole banging noise. Yuriy shot his can without any problems. I aimed again. It was getting more and more difficult. My sight became unclear and the sun was up in the sky, it's rays poking my eyes. I took aim again, but everything was blurry. I shot and missed. Misha whistled behind my back.

Without a word Yuriy shot without aiming even and missed just as well. Sure as hell, he did it on purpose. Apparently, he was playing with me. I aimed again and this time another can fell to the ground. I glanced at my boyfriend. Casually, he pressed the butt of the rifle to his shoulder and shot. Bang. A cloud of dust rose on the ramp. He missed. He missed on purpose, again! Vot, byes!

- Yikes! Tamarka, you won! - I heard my sister exclaiming. Sure, I won... And I already knew what was that Yuriy might want me to ask for. A sly fox!

I secured my rifle and unloaded it, removing the clip and then retrieving the bullet from the chamber. So did my boyfriend. He stood up and came to me.

- A magnificent fight - he said, extending his hand - I'm pleased to lose to you, fine lady - he bowed jokingly. For a moment our eyes met and I found all my answers in his look. He grinned mischievously again. Oh sure, I was going to ask the right thing. I couldn't let him down, after all, right? Yeah, sure as hell.

I hanged the Kalashnikov rifle on my shoulder. The youngsters cheered for me, but I didn't much care. I was already preoccupied with what was about to come.

We marched back to our flat. Yuriy teased me some, saying I used tricks to beat him, 'cause I wanted him to do something terrible. We both laughed. The others seemed happy just as well. This morning that we spent together brought us much closer to each other that all the previous years...

- So? - Yuriy asked that evening. We were on the balcony, watching the sunset.
- What so? - I replied with a question. I knew what he was about, but wanted to tease him just a tiny little bit.
- Znayesz... About the dare, that you won... What's your wish? - he looked at me intently.
- Konyeshno! Ya zabyla o etom! - I exclaimed in mock surprise - Well, really, I forgot. I'll think of something soon, all right?

He nodded.

A few days went by and we proceeded with our usual life. It wasn't really very exciting. After the initial period of searching the city we now hardly ever moved too far from our flat. Only Yuriy made some longer expeditions sometimes, using his bike. The beginning of October came and the mornings became chilly.  Stronger winds blew now and at night the temperature dropped. A week later Yuriy found another stove and brought it to the flat. We used wood, mostly chopped furniture, to heat when the nights were really cold.

Yuriy waited for my wish, but I could not decide and didn't want to waste. At that time I took on reading again and was now over halfway with Bulkhakov's "Master and Margaret". Sometimes I just felt I wanted to be like her. Spend days with him not caring about anything. Just be close, watch him work, listen to him talking. I was seriously in love and that was kind of breathless and overwhelming.

Then I read about the ball at Satan's, in the Sadova 302A flat...And that gave me an idea. I knew what my wish is going to be.

- Yuriy? - I started that morning. The kids were already out, playing and I was washing the dishes, while he studied some technical book.
- Da, chto? - he asked, not lifting his gaze from his reading.
- It's about the wish. Y'know, when I beat you on the shooting range...
- Yes - his head popped up and now he was looking exactly into my eyes, grinning.
- I just though... - I said, setting aside a wet plate - We don't go out to dates, do we?

Yuriy shook his head. Well, we didn't 'cause how could we for example go to a cinema in the dead, abandoned Leninogorsk?

- So I thought I'd like at least some kind of date, like a special supper or what... Just think about it and let me know beforehand, so that I'll be prepared.
- Is today evening all right with you? - he asked. I nodded.

So, we fixed it. A date, a real date... Not just going out for a walk together, although I loved it when we walked slowly down the streets, holding hands and saying nothing, just being together. But that now was going to be something special, something extraordinary.

- And one more thing - I added - I want you to look nice, official, so that I can put on some pretty dress - I looked at him and he grinned even more at the concept.

Official! Damn, what have gotten into me, I though. Now I was in serious trouble. Of course, I had a few nice dresses but all of them were appropriate for teenagers, for little goody - goody schoolgirls and not for a young woman... Chort vozmi! I shared my problem with my sister and with Valentina.

- Let's go and search for something - Katya suggested - You know, in the other flats...
- You mean looting?
- Whatever you call it. Guys who owned all that things will not need it anymore anyway, so let's just take whatever we want. Skazhi, what's wrong with that?

She had some point and I already knew the first place we were going to visit. The chest of drawers packed with lingerie in Griboyedov's flat. There were a few nice things I wanted to take from there. We set off without further hesitation, taking Masha with us. Yuriy left some time earlier and the other twin followed him around.

I looked around Griboyedov's flat. I haven't been here since we visited it together with Yuriy. It's been some time... I started to browse the things in the familiar drawers, putting some of them aside. It was hard to decide as there was so much of it. And some were so interesting.

I found a pair of panties that had almost completely nothing in the back. Just a string and that's all. My entire butt would be bare in such a thing... On the other hand... Well, I just put them on the pile and browsed further.

I found a lacy white bra that nicely matched those strange panties. I also found tights and suspenders. That was all so great and adult and womanly. I was more and more proud of my body, for it really didn't lack anything.

- Try all that on - Katya suggested. The girls brought the gigantic mirror from the hall and put it under a wall. It was taller than I was, so I could see the whole of my figure in it. A bit dazed, a bit ashamed, a bit aroused and very excited I started to try on all kinds of lingerie. It was a cool, chilly day and I shivered a little when I removed all my clothes to try on different bras and panties. My nipples became immediately rigid and every time I accidentally brushed them with a piece of clothing they gave me shivers and the usual tickling was born again deep in my womb.

It felt great, to put on all those brand new, silky or cotton items. They felt as if they always belonged to me, especially that the previous owner must've been right the same posture as I am. It all fit just perfectly in fact.

Katya and Vala helped me, handing me new things all the times, helping me hook and unhook numerous bras, unfolded countless pairs of panties, stretched the tights I was about to put on. I felt like a princess from the fairy tale about the pike's gift. The princess, waiting for her prince... And the prince was somewhere out in the city, with Misha, looking for Bog tolko znayet chto, doing about the same thing.

I looked at myself. I had a white, lacy silky bra on that cupped my breasts and slightly lifted them and brought together, so that they looked much more sexy now. I put on those strange panties without anything in the back and had on white tights with suspenders. I was awestruck - never before in my life I ever tried such an outfit. Sure, I've seen something like that in the movies, but a proper soviet citizen hardly ever needed to be sexy. And in what a decadent way. I laughed happily. That was something. I turned around. Vala kept another smaller mirror for me, so that I could have a look at my back. My naked buttocks were round and firm. I tensed the muscles and saw them shiver. The thin string of the panties disappeared in the cleavage. Although I had goose bumps right now for it was real chilly, it looked terrific.

- Now, you look like a real woman now - Katya commented - Pravilno, kak zhenstshina...
- Spasiba, sister my dear - I hugged her. It was so exciting and I was so happy.
- Don't wanna spoil the party - Masha said - But you'll need more to it. Like a dress or whatever.

Pravilno, chort vozmi! I looked around kind of helplessly. It was time to get dressed and go look for something.

- Stay here - Valentina handed me a bathrobe she found in the bathroom. It was long, thick, warm and nice. I put it on and felt better - it was no longer so cold. I heard some noise in the kitchen and Katya came in, holding a small axe.

- What's that for? - my eyes almost popped out of my head.
- It's a key. A special key that opens all the doors around this block of flats - she grinned and the three of them left, living me alone. I just sat like that, immersed in a huge, plush armchair, wearing a velvet bathrobe and only the world's sexiest lingerie underneath. That though was really arousing and I felt I was getting slightly damp.

Damn, usually I'd just put some toilet paper in my pants, but this time... There was no place to put anything, the panties consisted of just a sting, a small lacy triangle in front and a waistband... I went to the toilet nevertheless to take a leak. Afterwards, I wiped myself carefully to be clean again. It didn't much help. I was so aroused by the whole situation and by the sexy things I wore I was getting damp more and more. I sighed and gave up, letting my emotions flow freely as they pleased.

It took some time before I heard the girls' footsteps on the corridor again. They were coming back, packed with what seemed to be tons of clothing items. Tons of them, really. They dumped all that in the middle of the room and looked at me proud.

- Now, Tamarka... Smotri - Katya said, pointing to the stash of clothes - We found some really, really, really hot stuff!

The next two hours were a great ball. I tried like thousands of different clothes: skirts, dresses, evening gowns, all sorts of them. Long, short, medium length. I put on countless pairs of shoes with high heels, flat heels, and numerous boots... It was an endless procession of clothing items; uncountable amounts of cotton, silk, wool and other fabrics. The other girls helped me put all that on and then take it all off, again and again.

I couldn't decide. I liked myself best in a short, sexy skirt, a white shirt, unbuttoned halfway through that showed just a hint of my breasts, high boots, and stiletto heels... All of that was so awesome, so great, I felt so feminine and pretty. So adorable sometimes and so luscious on the other occasions. I was unable to decide, so the girls tried to help me, advice, judge by themselves.

Finally we set it to a long, real long evening dress the color of dark wine. It had a slit on the side, so my left leg could be seen, up to the hip almost, where the tights ended. It had a deep, low neckline that showed the tops of my titties. In meantime I exchanged the suspenders to a garter belt. It looked just so sexy I couldn't resist it. The girls even found long gloves that matched the dress perfectly. I looked in the mirror and I was stunned.

That was not Tamarka I knew. It was a young, hot, sexy, luscious woman, preparing to meet her beloved man. I looked like a killer, like never before in my life. I never ever even dreamt of looking like that.

It took us some time with the make up. Never before done that - what for? And it was not generally approved to wear lipstick at school before the doomsday, so I never did that. The first try was a disaster. I washed my face clean and we tried again. It worked. I wore just a little bit lipstick of a color matching my dress and some eye shadows. I liked that. It felt so great. A real princess. And a very pretty one, I must say, abandoning any false modesty.

- So, guys, how does it look? - I spin around and the rim of the dress moved up, uncovering my long legs. I put on some shoes with medium height heels so that I could walk at all. Wasn't easy though.

- Well... - Vala eyed me carefully - You look like a Miss Universe. No kidding.
- Tamarka, you never looked better in you whole life - my sister said.

I was so happy and so emotional now I could not say a word. I just curtseyed. They started to clap, all three of them.

- Well, I think you'll have no use of Yuriy tonight - Masha said.
- Why?
- He's gonna drop dead the very moment he sets his eyes on you - the girl grinned. I hugged all of them and they all kissed me and cheered. I was ready now for my date. My first real date, unless we count the hours spent at the shooting range... Nah! Forget it. Now, I was a woman right there and then. And I was positive about what was going to happen. I wanted to feel even more like a woman. To the furthest possible extent.

- I guess you should be going - Katya said - We've seen Misha some time ago. The guys should be finished already as well.

Masha run downstairs, where Yuriy was supposed to await me in one of the empty flats. The boys were supposed to prepare it nicely for a date. A supper by the candlelight, that's what he promised if I remembered right. I was so dazed, so happy, so aroused I couldn't really regain my composure.

The twin came back and she said Yuriy was waiting for me. Once again they all kissed me and hugged me and I descended down the dark staircase. Misha met me one floor lower, offering to guide me. Here and there candles stood, scattered on the numerous flights of stairs, showing our way. Misha was wearing a white shirt and black, linen trousers. He was very official and spoke nothing. I was dumbstruck anyway.

Son I heard a quiet music. It was Tshaykovsky, I recognized the main theme from the "Nutcracker". I always loved this music and Yuriy knew it. He took care of everything.

- So, here I'm going to leave you, fine Lady Tamara - Misha bowed his head slightly and let my hand go, opening the door. I entered a dim hall. A few candles stood on the shelves, anything else was removed, just a long, fuzzy, red carpet under my feet.

The door behind me clicked - the boy left. Now the door on the opposite side of the room opened with a little creak. I say Yuriy.

He wore a formal suit, a three piece-piece one, black, with a white shirt that I could swear was starched, shining shoes. He had a red rose in his pocket and I saw a golden ring that surely was attached to a pocket watch, hid in his vest. He bowed slightly and smiled. Never before have I even imagined him wearing something like this. Once we attended a formal meeting in the Institute, but even then none of them men looked so formal and so solemn like my boyfriend did that evening when he made a date with me.

- It is the first time I eve see you so beautiful and gleaming, Tamara. You seem to be the most attractive girl in the whole wide world, not to mention our small city here - he offered me his hand and I accepted it. He led me to the following room.

A long table with white covers was the only furniture except two chairs. Couple candles were lit, casting long, dancing shadows on everything around.

He invited me with a motion of his hand and moved the chair, so that I could sit if I wanted. So I did. He helped me move closer to the table then took my hand and delicately, somewhat shyly, kissed it looking into my eyes. In his gaze I saw commitment and love.

He offered me some food on one of the numerous plates. I saw he put much effort into turning the usual military rations into something exclusive. There were a few Igristoye bottles on the table and I saw small jars with caviar. We ate some and exchanged a small talk. He complimented me again on the way I looked; he complimented my dress and my entire outfit. It felt so good - be loved and cared for.

He must've gone into terrible efforts, preparing all that. Some things were served cold, but some of them were warm, kept in steaming vases and pots. There was plenty of it; the entire table was covered with plates, dishes, saucers, and cups... I saw a few bars of chocolate as well. That was amazing.

We ate and we talked some more. What about? I can't remember. Nothing really important, apparently, as I didn't pay attention to that. I just remember it was a smooth, joyful talk. I laughed when Yuriy said something funny, I listened him carefully if he explained an important thing. It lasted -I can't tell - hours, weeks, years... We were together, wrapped with the gentle candlelight. Yuriy opened the champagne and poured it to tall, crystal glasses. When I was getting dressed, Yuriy and Misha searched the dead city for the most exclusive items. And all that was prepared especially for me... For this humble boyish Tamarka, the friend, the best pal, the buddy...

I was the queen of the world, for this one evening, I was the most important human being on the face of Earth. I got slightly drunk and was still dazed a bit by the whole situation - our outfits, the very date, the food, the candlelight... Everything was so special and extraordinary.

- Tamarka. Lubov moya, zhyzn moya... - Yuriy said, getting up and coming closer. He held a glass of champagne in his hand.

- Za tebya! Za nashu lubov! - we made a toast. I put the empty glass down.

He offered me his hand, simply devouring me with his eyes. I felt so dear although I had a feeling his gaze went through my dress, through the exclusive lingerie and touched my bare skin, my body, my soul.

We started to dance. The first steps were just to find the rhythm. Gradually, we relaxed and the distance between us shortened. We were now real close and I put my head on his shoulder. I heard his breath become quicker. We were both aware this is one of the very few opportunities to be all alone. I was not sure if it is the right time for the final step. If he was sure - I had no idea either.

He put his hand on my back, delicately brushing his fingertips on my skin. Gradually, he moved his hand lower, his fingers slid along my spine, down low to my buttocks. He hesitated a few moments before he put his whole hand and my butt and started to stroke it slowly, gently. It felt nice.

I embraced him tighter and held him closer to me. His hand became braver below my back.

- Yuriy, I... - I started to say.
- Shh, Tamarka - he put his finger across my lips - Not everything can be expressed with words, some things are better left unspoken.

It was a quotation from our great writer Dostoyevsky. I smiled and replied with another one.

- Yes. Believe what your heart tells you. Is that right, Yuriy?
- And what does your heart say?
- It is really scared - I confessed - But it says "I love you, Yuriy"...

He said nothing, just hugged me tighter. Our lips came closer and for a few seconds we searched for each other's. We found and started to kiss. Real passionately, just like lovers do. Our slow dance stopped and we just stood, in the middle of the room, wrapped in the soft, flickering light of the candles. My heart raced. So, that's how it felt when you've decided. I was seriously scared, terrified really, but I would not back out now. I knew we both wanted to make love. Finally.


Our mouths separated and Yuriy took my hand. He pulled me with him, to the other room. It was dark in there, only a dim moonlight coming in through the window somewhat illuminated the place.

There was only a bed in the room. One, huge bed. White covers, two pillows. He prepared all that only for me. He was so dear.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me.

- Want me to light some candles - he asked. I could tell he wasn't sure what to do. Apparently he was just as scared as I was. Maybe even more.

- Nyet, Yuriy. It's perfect like that - I said, quietly - Now, come here. Come to me, Yuriy.

He approached and took a seat by my side. For a few seconds we stared at the wall, avoiding each other's look. Thousands thoughts and emotions raced through my mind and heart. I took a deep breath.

- You want it, Yuriy? You want to make love to me, pravda?
- More that anything else I ever wanted. I want to be with you and for you forever.

I leaned toward him, putting my head on his shoulder. He delicately stroked my hair, smiling to me. I helped him take off his jacket and vest and started unbuttoning his shirt. It was not easy - my hands trembled some and I could not find the buttons. He helped me and then reached to my back, to unzip my dress. It fell to the floor. Now I stood in front of his hungry, awaiting gaze wearing nothing but my white, sexy lingerie. He was breathless the moment he looked.

- Say nothing, lover - I whispered, lying down on the bed. He moved by my side, tracing his fingertips along my stomach. He brushed them across my bra. My nipples were rigid; they poked through the satin fabrics. He stroked them gently, cupping my breast with his palm. We started kissing again.

I reached down, unbuttoning his trousers, trying to tug them down, take them off him. He had an erection, a massive one. His member was swollen, stiff, poked upwards, long and thick, peeking over the waistband of his pants. I looked in amazement. He followed my look, shy and ashamed. I reached with my hand, gently stroking his proud manhood through his pant. I could feel it pulsate, shiver, enlarge some more.

Yuriy reached to my back and unhooked my bra. He threw it to the floor, staring at my round, firm boobs. He gave me a questioning look and I nodded, so he lowered his face and took one of my erected, stiff nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently. A shiver came through all my body, together with the so familiar tickling somewhere along my spine. My back arched involuntarily and I moaned. HE didn't stop his ministrations. He sucked my nipple harder now, cupping my other breast with his palm, caressing it, gently stroking. It felt so great, so awesome, so hot.

I was getting more and more wet. The crotch of my white, lacy panties was all soaked through already and I could feel the thick, musky liquid ooze from my cunny and dribble down my inner thighs. He kept petting my bust. I was so aroused now I could hardly concentrate. I just gave up to this overwhelming feeling, Allowing him to take control over the situation.

He slowly moved lower, tracing a wet trail along my skin, down my stomach with his lips and tongue. He kissed his way toward the triangular patch of hair down between my legs. I shivered with every touch of his.

His lips stopped at the rim of my panties and he looked up at me uncertainly. I just closed my eyes and lifted my hips a little, to help him. Yuriy hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pulled my panties down. He struggled for a few moments with the garter belt, amazed with my exquisite outfit I put on especially for my boyfriend. He managed to complete the task and pulled my panties down, around my ankles. I kicked the off and slightly spread my legs, allowing him access.

He knelt between my legs, letting the sight sink into his eyes and mind. There was awe in his look, amazement, arousal, love for me. He moved some and did something I didn't expect. He lowered his head, sinking his face between my legs. I felt his hot, ragged breath on my pussy lips and soon I felt his kisses there. My body jerked when his lips brushed over the rigid button at the top of my cleft. He noticed that and buried his face deeper between my legs, probing with his tongue. It was so unexpected, so new and strange and amazing I become extremely aroused. A few more quick strokes of his wet, hot tongue over my clit and I grabbed his hair, pushing him deeper, closer. My juices were not dripping or oozing now. It was a massive flood that came out of my steaming cunny. He licked once more and I climaxed.

I whined quietly, holding my breath and closing my eyes so tight I saw flickering patches of light. My whole body arched, trembling. Every single nerve of mine was overloaded with the pleasure he gave me. I moaned again, letting his hair go. For a brief moment I though my heart is going to stop. Tears started to flow down my face uncontrollably.

Yuriy moved up, embracing me.

- What's that, Tamarka, what's happening to you? Why do you cry? - he was seriously concerned. I tried to catch my breath desperately, my eyes still closed.

- It's all right, dear, it's all right - I managed to whisper finally - I'm just happy... - my voice trailed off. He held me tightly in his arms, cradling me as if I was a little girl he wanted to put to sleep. He whispered something, but I didn't receive his words. I just drifted, safe, happy, fulfilled...

- Tamarka, my dear - his whisper brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes to see his face over me. He smiled. It was a smile full of love, concern, passion and joy.
- Yuriy... Yuriy, it was the best thing I ever got... From anyone... - I embraced him, hugging him tight. He kissed me gently.
- May I...? - he asked.
- Yes. Yes... Be gentle - I looked at him, tugging on his panties. He member sprang out, unrestrained and swayed sideways. I looked in awe. It was quite big and I was not sure if it'd fit. Sure, I fingered myself. But a finger is a different thing. A finger is neither as long nor as thick as his dick was.

He positioned himself between my legs, looking down. I reached and took his throbbing meat in my hand. I was hot, pulsating. He moaned. I made a few strokes - up and down the shaft, gripping it in my fist. Then I guided him toward my cleft.

My pussy lips were parted and I brushed the insides of my cunny with the head of his dick. I was so arousing, felt so good. We both panted heavily. I felt his dickhead at the opening. I looked up, catching his gaze, letting him know it's there.

Slowly, he started to push up with his tool. I felt it enter my tunnel and then slip to the side. He sighed, ashamed. I helped him, positioning his dick again. I guided it with my fingers. The head slid in, stretching my inner pussy lips to the sides. I felt him press against something inside.

He kept on pushing slowly and the pressure was stronger with every moment. It changed into a discomfort, but I just grit my teeth, not wanting to give up now. My body gave way very slowly, very reluctantly. I trembled, both with anticipation and fear. I felt hot, sweated, flushed. My breath was ragged.

Yuriy pushed stronger and his dick came in, breaking my cherry and stretching me. I felt a flash of stinging pain and whined loudly, putting my hands on his chest to push him away from me.

- Are you all right? - he was scared, as scared as I was. Tears came into my eyes but I nodded my head yes and embraced him so that he could not withdraw now.
- Give me some time to adjust... - I whispered faintly. I felt slightly dizzy for a moment, but he pain subsided and faded gradually. Soon it was just a slight discomfort that I could easily accept. My breathing steadied.

- All right, Yura... - I whispered - You can go on.

Ever so slowly, so carefully, he started to push in. I felt his swollen member stretch my insides as he inched his way into my body. I was getting more and more hot. The feeling between my legs was so intense, almost overwhelming, even stronger than what I felt when he kissed and licked me down there.

He started to withdraw now. It was a relief. I felt like stuffed, my pussy so stretched by his presence. He got almost all of his prick out, then started to push it back in. It was no longer painful now, I quickly adjusted to him. The feelings were intense, arousing, I was dripping wet again. The familiar tickling deep inside my stomach returned, much stronger now, radiating to my whole body, to every nerve of mine, every cell.

Yuriy quickened his pace, he was now humping fast and hard, I felt his member slide in and out of me, hit the end of my tunnel, sending sparks of energy through my body. I started to rock my hips, trying to adjust to his movements. He leaned over and we started to kiss. His breath was quick, ragged, just like mine.

- It... won't... be... long... - he panted, parting my lips. I just nodded, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the feeling that my body produced. He shoved in and suddenly, unexpectedly I climaxed. Hard, fast, ramming wave of pleasure rolled through my body, leaving me limp and wrecked. Patches of light flickered in front of my eyes.

At the moment I heard Yuriy groan. I felt his member inside me twitched and something warm flooded my love tunnel in pulsating waves. He came inside me.

The tidal wave of my climax withdrew and returned, washing over me again and again. My muscles contracted and relaxed uncontrollably. I fell limp on the bed, Yuriy fell atop, pinning me down.

It took us a few minutes to regain full composure. We just lay there, side by side, saying nothing, in each other's arms.

- Ya tebya lublyu, Tamarka - Yuriy whispered.
- Ya tebya tozhe, Yuriy. Ya tozhe... - I whispered back. He hugged me and we drifted into sleep, happy, fulfilled, in love.

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Keep Denver, July 2004

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The dictionary:

Words and phrases given in order of appearance.

Kto zhenshtshine nye lubit, u nyego dushe nyet - He who didn't love a woman, has no soul (a proverb)
yob tvoyu mat' - fuck your mother (a curse)
yebala eto sobaka - dog fucked that (a curse)
boslhoye spasiba - thank you very much
da - yes
zdravstvuytye - good morning
ya znayu - I know
vot, byes - that a devil (in this situation it an exclamation)
znayesz - you know
konyeshno - surely; for sure
ya zabyla o etom - I forgot about it
chto - what
chort vozmi - devil take it (a curse)
skazhi - tell me
Bog tolko znayet chto - God only knows what
pravilno - true; that's right
kak zhenstshina - like a woman
smotri - have a look
Igristoye - a Russian champagne (a real good one in fact)
Lubov moya, zhyzn moya - my love, my life
Za tebya! Za nashu lubov! - For you! For our love! (in here it is a toast)
nyet - no
pravda - truth
ya tebya lublyu - I love you
ya tebya tozhe - I [love] you too

