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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.

I'd like to express my deepest thanks to John, who gave me much feedback and encouragement.

A small dictionary of the Russian words used is at the end of the story.

Greetz,

Keep Denver

Story codes: mf, slow

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The story so far:

1. Introduction
2. The Tale of Yuriy and Me, pt.1

Coming next:

3. The Tale of Yuriy and Me, pt.2
4. Masha's Diary
5. The Girls' Secret

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The Survivors

The Tale of Yuriy and Me

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It's been about two weeks since that awful day when the explosion in the Leninogorsk Institute took place. We have just moved to a new flat, a nicer and much bigger one, on the tenth floor of a new block of flats, near the suburbs of the city.

Yuriy insisted on that particular place, as it was near to the filter station. That way we could have drinking water quite easily - the taps weren't working. At first I wanted to live at the ground floor, but Yura insisted on moving to the top; he claimed it to be much better, due to some unrecognized reason, safety supposedly.

We somehow managed to overcome the initial shock we were in after that doomsday that came upon us. My sister was always very quiet and kept everything to herself and so it was right now. She coped quite well, maybe even best of all us. Vala, Yuriy's sissy, also managed to adapt to the new, shocking situation.

The twins, however, were quite another matter. Misha and Masha were still very much kids and they didn't comprehend our new position fully. Masha kept on weeping most of the time and both of them slept badly. It didn't change much when we moved.

I wasn't that surprised - the dead city gave creeps to all of us. At first we hoped to be rescued very soon. After all, Leninogorsk was an important institute. As it turned out, a military facility. But fifteen days passed and there were no army soldiers searching the ghost city. There were no helos in the sky, looking for survivors. There were no SAR teams, scouting the abandoned streets and flats. No signs of human presence on the perimeter.

- They won't come, will they? - I asked that morning. Everyone but Yuriy and me were still asleep. I woke up and saw his sleeping bag was empty. We didn't have time to fix some decent beds yet.

I found him on the balcony. We was sitting there, stroking the barrel of a Kalashnikov rifle and smoking a cigarette. A nasty habit he took on the next day after the disaster. 

- Nyet, Tamara. I don't suppose anybody's going to save us. Tovarishtshi in Moscow forgot about their servants in Leninogorsk. Let them rot with whatever devilish thing they invented in their underground labs.

- What now, Yuriy? - I looked at him. He puffed a cloud of gray smoke - Quit smoking that shit! - I added, angrily.

He only shrugged and threw the burning cigarette butt down, to the street.

- What are you doing? - I demanded.
- Afraid somebody will shout on me for littering the streets? - he looked down at me. He changed. It wasn't my Yuriy, the friend I've know for years. Something has clicked in his mind and changed him into a sullen fellow.

- Are the kids asleep? - he asked. I nodded.
- Leave a notice for Katarina that we're out in the city, so that they won't be afraid before when we're back. I'm gonna teach you couple things.

I found some paper in the desk in a room that must've been a den or an office not so long ago. The flat was incredibly big - there were four rooms, a huge bathroom with a window and a large kitchen. We intended to distribute our things in different rooms so that each of us had their own. But there was time for that later. I scribbled a few words and left it on the table in the main room.

We ran downstairs, all ten flights down the floors. Our footsteps echoed in the empty spaces into a terrible, frightening roar. That scared me big time and I was real happy when were finally at the pavement.

The street was clear. Very few bodies were left now, at least very few of them could be still recognized as human bodies. What mummified the citizens of our city made their corpses disintegrate, crumble into greasy, muddy piles of dust that was gradually taken away by the winds blowing in the canyons of empty streets and prospects.

Yuriy looked around nervously. It has already become a habit of all of us. We never knew what we were looking for, but for some odd reasons each of us felt as if something was hiding behind the corners, some unrecognized terror hid in the shadows, stalking that group of teenagers left alone in a cruel, mutilated world.

- All right - Yuriy sighed and pulled a box of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket. A few days before the two of us made a trip, all alone, to the army barracks on the outskirts of the city, where the last concrete gray buildings faced the vast, empty steppe. We returned after a few hours, pulling a small cart. On it were a few Kalashnikov automatic rifles, loaded clips, anti-chemical sets... We also brought a few complete uniforms of different sizes together with boots. Misha was eager to wear it and soon both the boys paraded around proudly looking like Krasnoarmeyets's. The girls weren't as eager. I only accepted a jacket - it was loose and comfortable. And I wasn't afraid it may get dirty.

Yuriy reached into a hydrant box, opened it and retrieved a rifle hidden behind the fire hose.

- Can you operate it? - he asked. I shrugged. Well, sure, I knew how a rifle works, but never tried one. He realized that.
- I insist that you learn. Let's go - he said, handing me the rifle - Don't worry, it's not loaded - he added.

We walked quietly a few blocks, he was walking a few steps in front and looking around cautiously all the time, as if he expected someone to turn up all of a sudden.

- Yuriy - I started - What do you want to do now?
- About what? - he asked, not looking at me.
- About that whole thing! - I exploded. Since that damned day he has changed so much. He seemed to be stranded in his own world, separated from us, a completely different Yuriy. As if something inside him died with all the other people in the city.

- You mean, that we are fucked, left here all alone... Da? Da?! - he exclaimed, stopping suddenly. I stepped back, slightly frightened.
- Yob tvoyu mat', girl! Everyone's dead, we are all alone in this bloody tomb, we are cast away and nobody's ever going to come! Vot, govno! - she shouted - If they were going to save us, they'd come here long ago!
- Yuriy, stop that, pozhausta! - I screamed - Ya znayu, you've been under a lot of stress recently, but we all have been. There's no reason to shout at me! - I started to cry. Cry big time, tears rushing down my cheeks.

He stared at me, surprised. Then he sighed and pulled my hand. He hugged me real tight, as he used to do before. Wrapping his hands around me, he pressed my body against his.

- Spokoyna, spokoyna, keep calm, Tamarka, everything's gonna be all right - he whispered into my ear. I still sobbed, my face on his shoulder. He took my face in his hands, looking at me carefully.


- Don't cry, Tamarka. Whatever happens, I'll be there for you. And for the others. I'll take care of you and protect you, my dear... - I looked up, into his eyes. Yuriy was strangely excited for whatever reason. I sighed and slowly closed my eyes, nodding my head.

He moved closer and I felt his breath on my lips. Just like some time ago, when he brought me some vodka from our late fathers' party, he was slow and gentle. Our lips met. His were dried and rough. I parted my lips and pushed my tongue slowly forward, ever so slowly. It touched his lips and I pushed a bit more. I felt him open his mouth.

Gospodin Bog! We have not kissed once for the last two weeks. Now we started to french like crazy. He pushed me closer, pressing against my body so hard that I had to make a step back to support my weight. Yuriy was like a maniac - I thought he's going to devour me. He kissed my lips, pushed his tongue in my mouth, kissed my eyes, my forehead, my ears; he even lightly bit the tip of my nose. I finally managed to grab his hair with my hand and we settled, french kissing. His lips were coarse but soon I stopped to notice. Out faces were all wet, especially mine. He smeared saliva almost everywhere over my face.

Finally he pulled away, reluctantly, as if he was frightened he'll lose something with that.

- Tamarka, doroga moya! I'm so sorry. It's been so damn hard on me now... - he put his hand over my shoulder.
- Remember girl, whatever happens, remember that I love you. Ya tebya lublyu, Tamarka - he whispered.

- And now - he added, making a step forward - Let's better get going - he pulled my hand and we ran, like we used to when we were younger. As if we were just two happy teenagers, as if nothing bad ever happened.

We ran a few blocks and I was happy when we stopped. Ever tried running with a Kalashnikov rifle on your back? Should try, if you didn't. It's nothing easy or pleasurable. I panted heavily, when we stopped. Yuriy, on the other hand, seemed to be untouched. He was always the sporty type. He was in the school swimming team. Right now they were supposed to have some kind of a contest... If not for the accident in the Institute...

I looked around - we were on the edge of a large square. I knew the city well, but didn't recall this place here.

- The factory's backyard - he explained, noticing my ignorance.
- See those cans? - he pointed his hand to the other side. There were some trash, standing on a little ramp. Well, I did see it.
- Shoot them - he said - I'll teach you - he took his rifle from his shoulder - Now look - he retrieved a clip from his pocket and attached it. He changed the fire type lever from "automatic" to "single" position and he cocked the rifle.

- Right now it's about one of the deadliest tings in the world. Them Americans have a similar thing, it's called M-16 - he explained - but the Kalashnikov rifle is better, cause it can shoot under water - he grinned. He lied down on the ground, pressing the butt of the rifle against his shoulder.

- Slava Soyuzu, slava tovarishtshu Kalashnikovu - he whispered and shot. The sound was deafening. On the ramp one of the cans jumped up in the air, torn apart with sudden impact.

- It can shoot through and iron railway bar - Yuriy grinned, completely unintimidated by the awful noise. I shivered a little.
- Come here, lie down beside me - he ordered. I did so. Step by step he got me through the loading phase and then explained how to set the fire type and how to cock the rifle. Then he carefully showed me how should I take aim, what does it mean "under 3" and where should I look.

- Ready? - he asked. I felt his body close by my side, his right hand rested on my back, with his left he helped me support the rifle.
- Yeah... - I whispered and pulled the trigger. The rifle shot, jumped up and we heard a clatter of glass breaking. I shot a window on the fifth floor, about ten meters over the can I aimed at. Yuriy burst into laughter. I smiled, uneasy.

- Tamarka, I told you, do it slowly. Otherwise you'll "yank" the shot. Try again - he ordered, kneeling up. I aimed again and ever so slowly pulled the trigger again. The sound deafened me for a moment but I saw a wonderful thing - a small fountain of concrete dust appeared right under the can and it rocked and fell to the ground.

- Congrats, girl! You almost hit it! Nice for a first try - he smiled and helped me get up. I was slightly dazed.
- Enough for today, lets' better get back to the rest. They'll worry if we're not there - he lowered his head and gently kissed me on the lips - You've done great. And I'm sorry I was so bad for you recently.

Yuriy unloaded my rifle, folded the steel butt and helped me put it over my shoulder, so that it hung on my back. Then he took my hand and we walked slowly along the empty streets, toward our flat. The morning sun was rising over the blocks of flats, casting long, pale shadows on everything. Slight wind played with some litter on the sidewalk and also grabbed dust and greasy powder form little dark mounds scattered here and there. I knew it used to be people, but tried not to think about it.

I was just a happy teen, walking side by side, holding hands, with my boyfriend. Nothing mattered at that moment. Even the fact that young lovers hardly ever wear military uniforms, carry automatic rifles and constitute one-third of the city's populations.

We got back to the flat quickly. I wished the lift was working, but there was not electricity and we had to climb all the way up, to the top floor.

I entered the room. Katarina was awake, staring at the ceiling. The other three were still sleeping. I greeted my sister and she smiled.

- Where've you been? - Katya asked.
- Yuriy was trying to teach me to shoot - I laughed - It didn't work out much though. Fancy for a breakfast?
- Sure - she replied. We both heard Yuriy was doing something in the kitchen. Most probably he was preparing some tea. We used a kerosene burner to cook.

Katarina yawned and she crept out of her sleeping bag. I looked at her, knowing perfectly well what will I see. After all, she was my sister for 13 years already. She was just a bit skinny and her body was still childish. Only a few months before her chest, flat so far, started to swell, forming two shy, small mounds. She had puffy nipples. I could see all that now, 'cause she slept only wearing panties, as she always used to.

- Get yourself dressed - I told her. She stretched her arms, pulling her yet-to-be-breasts forward, somewhat proudly. I smiled to myself half ironically. Mine were already quite big. And being 15, I hoped they were going to grow some more.

- What for? - she inquired - I got nothing to be ashamed of.
- If you haven't noticed - I grumbled - for the last two weeks we've been living together with two boys. So get dressed, the hell! - I got angry suddenly. Maybe I was just jealous that Yuriy would look at my sister half-naked? Most probably so, though I tried to deny it to myself.

I moved to the kitchen and helped my boyfriend prepare something to eat. I opened some cans. What killed all the people made also all the meat in the shops decay. And after two weeks without electricity anything edible that required freezing was inedible anyway. We brought food rations from the barracks. There was much enough for a few years, so we weren't worried.

Soon all the other kids woke up and joined us in the kitchen.  I had to tell Masha to go back to the room and put on some pants. She strutted in, wearing nothing but a long shirt. Every time she bent a bit lower her whole butt could be seen. Really, sometimes I thought all the girls were showing off on purpose. An idiotic idea, but it seemed so.

Our days were similar. In the mornings we practiced shooting with Yuriy. We also practiced more kissing and sometimes we would go farther, but not to far. Some gentle touching and stroking only.

One morning we lay side by side, as always. Yuriy's hand was over my back and he helped me stabilize the rifle with his other hand. I took aim and shoot. The can fell to the ground neatly pierced across the middle of it. I was getting better every day. I turned to the side and looked at the boy. I didn't put any bra on that day and I reached and readjusted my right breast. He looked at me hungrily.

- What? - I asked. He apparently stared at my breasts.
- Nothing - he murmured underneath his breath - That was a great shot - he grinned and looked sideways, but I could tell that with the corner of his eye he was still lurking at my bust.
- You like them? - I asked suddenly. It was so sweet that he stared.
- What "them"? - he asked, mildly surprised and maybe somewhat anxious. That was so nice of him - a boy who saw a whole city die suddenly becomes shy when his girl asks him if he likes her boobs.

- Well... - I started. Then, all of a sudden, I can't tell why, I just yanked my shirt from my trousers and pulled it up, uncovering my titties. Yuriy gasped. I was aroused with the whole situation and I felt my nipples start becoming rigid, just like when Yuriy touched them a few weeks before. But then he only touched my tits through my shirt and bra, and now I just suddenly showed him all of them, completely naked.

- So? - I inquired - How do you like them?
- Tamarka, that's about the prettiest thing I've ever seen - he looked up at me, beaming a smile. I smiled too, upon hearing such words.
- Can I... Maybe I... - he stuttered - You know, chort vozmi, can I touch your boobies? - he asked finally. I nodded slowly. Never before any man has touched my naked body. Well, yes, my father touched me while bathing, but I was real young back then and he didn't do that for years anyway. And never again will touch me - I though suddenly and that was a bad, sad thought.

I had no time to wonder. I felt Yuriy's fingers brush delicately over my skin. It was fair, though I managed to get some sun tan. There were tan lines and some freckles visible and that angered me.

Yuriy slowly lightly touched my rigid nipple. It pointed at him, proudly, firm and hardened.

- It's amazing - he whispered, moving closer. He lowered his head and I felt his hot, quick breath over my breast. It was very erotic and arousing. He touched me again and cupped my whole breast in his palm. I felt some twinge, a tickling that run down my spine, then across my booty and it died out somewhere deep between my legs, deep inside me. The next moment something tickled me in there, in the depths of my body and I felt I was getting damp all of a sudden.

I was not a new feeling - I already knew it since I started to play with myself when I was about 11. But this time it was something different, something more intense, more explicit. I sighed quietly.

- What's that? - Yuriy was immediately concerned - Anything wrong? - he removed his hand.
- No, no! - I opposed, pulling him closer back to me - It feels good - I added, putting his hand back on my breast. He gently caressed it, tweaking my stiff nipple between his fingers. My body jerked suddenly and I felt the tickling in my crotch intensify.

He moved closer, our legs touched now and I immediately felt that there was something big and stiff in his trousers, 'cause it pressed against my leg. He realized I found out that he got hard and somewhat reluctantly, but abruptly at the same time, he moved back.

- Let's get going - he murmured unclearly, getting up - The kids're gonna be anxious we're not back yet.

Oh, my! He got afraid, or ashamed or what? I thought to myself. I pulled my shirt down and got up, tugging it in my trousers. I shrugged and hanged my Kalashnikov on my shoulder. Then I walked back toward our flat, not waiting for him to catch up. I rocked my hips a bit more than I normally would, knowing perfectly well that this coward was now eyeing my booty. He got me angry - I bared for him and now he chickened out... Yebala sobaka!

That evening I was sitting on the balcony. We had no working electricity, so instead of watching TV I watched the sunsets every day.

Yuriy found some operating radio with working batteries, but that didn't help us much. All we found out was that there was a military coup in Moscow and we judged we aren't going to be rescued any time soon. He also tried working with some of the military equipment in the barracks, but he didn't manage to operate it.

I sat there, watching the sky turn red then purple and then crimson, when he came. He sat on the concrete floor beside me and smoked a cigarette.

- Tamarka, about this morning, znayesh... - he started - Don't get me wrong. You look so fine and so sexy I just freaked out...

He looked the other way, avoiding my eyes. I laughed and patted hi on the back.

- Don't worry, Yura! I was real scared myself. Maybe next time we should just relax more and not do anything all of a sudden?
- Yeah... I guess you're right. How about some vodka? - he asked suddenly, producing a slim, glass bottle from the pocket on his hips.
- Whew, Stolichnaya, where'd you find it?
- In the shop downstairs - he shrugged - I guess I stole it. Just broke the lock on the back door. There's whole lotta of it down there, in the magazine. Whatever you wish.

- What're you two doing here? - Yuriy's sister, Vala, poked her head through the open door.
- What's that? You two drinking? - she commented - Doorak! - she snapped at her brother and retreated back to the flat.
- Tshort vozmi! - he smiled - Sisters! I guess you know what it's like, huh?
- Sure do... - I got to my feet - Let's move. Let's be somewhere private.
- Yeah? Where to? - he asked.
- Any of the hundred flats in this block. Let's just break in, like we did in here - I was in the kitchen already and opened the non-operating fridge, that has been turned into food rations trunk now. I took a can with smoked veal with me. Yuriy looked at me, surprised.
- We'll need something for that vodka, won't we? - I looked at him expectantly.
- Yeah, sure! - he giggled nervously and took the can from me.

- Guys, we're out for some time - I shouted toward the main room, where our sisters were playing "Chinese" with the twins.
- Horosho! - Katarina shouted back. Before I closed the door behind us, I heard her whisper something about lovers. Say, sometimes even your beloved sister can get on your nerves. But on the other hand, well, she was right, to some extent.

We slowly walked down the stairs. Yuriy asked, if seventh floor was fine and that was all right with me. We walked toward the closest door. It was locked. Good, it meant there was nobody in it, when the doom came. What we hated the most was finding the greasy piles of blackened dust that only a few weeks ago were corpses and just a few days earlier - living humans. I knew that somewhere, deep in the underground laboratories of the Institute, our parent lay, exact same miserable heaps of organic powder, dried and decaying.

Yuriy took step back and kicked the look out the door, breaking the knob in half. He was apparently showing off. I bit my tongue and didn't tell him it would be better to be able to close the door. To keep some privacy from the rest of the gang.

We entered. It was a nice flat. A brand new set of wooden furniture must have just arrived from the Central Furnishing Factories in Leningrad, only a few months ago. In the hall there was a huge mirror, apparently a crystal one. And all the other things - somebody really important must have lived here. I looked around.

There it was. A diploma on a white card with golden lining, framed in glass. A diploma for the most efficient director of the Institute - an award for achieving 112% percent of efficiency norms in the year of 1990.

So, that was Griboyedov's flat. Everybody knew that grim man in his fifties with apparent Mongol traits in his facial features. He was the most prominent figure in the city, more important than the mayor was, even more important than the First Secretary of the Leninogorsk Committee of the Soviet Unions Communist Party.

- Say, nice place that old sobaka had in here, huh? - Yuriy walked around the flat, inspecting the rooms. There were five of them, altogether. Almost unbelievable there were flats that huge... We found two bedrooms, a living room with the newest model of color TV-set from abroad, most probably from Democratic Republic of Germany.

We took places in the kitchen and Yuriy opened the smoked meat, while I searched for some glasses. Real crystal glasses, oh my... My family never had anything like that, though my father was also a figure in the Institute.

I took two stakans and took the bottle of vodka from the table. I opened it, hitting the bottom with my elbow, as I've seen our fathers do. It made a quiet crack and the cap loosened. I poured us half glass each. The stakans were quite big. I wasn't that sure if we really want to drink. After all, I wasn't quite used to drinking vodka.

Yuriy apparently wasn't as anxious. He took his stakan and lifted it in the air.

- Za zdorovye, Tamarka! Za tebya! For you, my dear! - he said and drunk up the whole glass. He sighed and for a moment his face kind of wrinkled. Then he shook his head and put the glass down. I looked at him and then dried my own stakan with one quick move. The liquid poured down my throat, burning like hell, making me almost choke.

- Blah - I said, pulling a wry face. He laughed and fed me a piece of smoked meat. It was good, took away the burning taste of alcohol.

- You took it quite good - Yuriy commented - Though not as good as the first time, you know... When you waited in my room...
- Yeah, and you brought me some in your mouth... - I stopped for a moment as I remembered our fathers drinking that evening. It seemed so long ago...
- We can do it that way, if you find it more amusing - he leaned toward me over the table. Irrelevantly, I looked around.
- Why are we in the kitchen? - I demanded - Let's get to the room - I got up, taking the plate with the meat together with my stakan. Walking out the door I rocked my hips seductively. There was a static noise in my head, the effect of vodka and all the situation we were in all of a sudden.

I heard Yuriy whistle behind my back and I knew what it was all about. That boy loved my booty, I knew it. He often repeated I had the best butt he'd ever seen. I did much to achieve it. For a few years already I did some exercise every morning. And I was the member of the school's gymnast team. No wonder my buttocks were firm, hard like steel and damn shapely. I wiggled my butt some, knowing Yuriy's coming after me and his eyes are glued to my tight trousers. I thought I should rather put on a skirt, but who could know smoething like that was about to happen. It wasn't even a date, just a spontaneous something...

It made me wonder. For the last few weeks I hung around wearing trousers and heavy blouse. So un-girlish... It was about time I started to behave more like a girl again.

I sat on the floor, setting the plate on the carpet.

- I found some chocolate! - Yuriy exclaimed, looting the room in an uncontrolled manner. He opened all the cupboards and drawers.

- Now... - he said turning toward me. His eyes glistened - That's a place you should look into - he motioned me with his hand toward an open drawer. I came closer, bending over his shoulder. Well, a woman lived in this place. Or at least visited it. That was strange, for Griboyedov was a widower and nobody knew of any woman hanging around him. I looked again. Tights, bras, panties... And all of them of best kind. I shooed Yuriy away and seated myself in front of the drawer. I quickly inspected the other two in the chest. There was more of it.

- Here, let's toast - my boyfriend handed me a stakan of vodka. I swallowed it with one long gulp, sighed and spit with disgust. He laughed heartily and returned to plundering the flat. I started to take the things out of the drawer.

Panties. Lots of them, all of a kind I've not seen before. White, shiny cotton with colorful prints in Latin alphabet. Surely foreign. The soviet industry didn't produce panties with words printed on them. What for?

I found an exceptionally sweet pair - there was a panda bear printed on the back of it. I watched them closely - they seemed my size. I looked around - Yuriy was in the next room, I could heard him rustle with some papers. I quickly got up, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers, pulling them all down, to my ankles, together with my pants. I stumbled, with my legs tied by the fabrics but finally managed to get myself out of the trousers. I stretched the panda imprinted panties and stepped into it, then pulled them up, adjusting the waistband.

It felt great. Those were so new, smooth and silky-like, the cool fabric touching my cunny felt real nice. The panties made me feel real sexy. I quickly pulled my trousers up. I was just zipping them, when Yuriy returned. He cast a look at me, slightly surprised. I tried to stuff my old pants into my pocket, so that he'd not notice.

- Look what I found - he said, showing me some music tapes - That's not the best part, I found a battery operated tape player - he grinned. I clapped my hands and hugged him. That was excellent news.

- I'll put something on. This guy here has quite a collection! - he left the room. I returned to all the lingerie goodies in the drawers. I browsed through the piles of items. I found a cute, small bra that I recognized immediately. I've seen it in a magazine. Monroe used that kind of thing to make her tits look bigger.

I bit my lip and looked down at my bust. It wasn't small, though I still hoped it to grow some more. Right now it was stuck at the bigger end of level of B cup. I tried the bra over my shirt, but couldn't judge. So I quickly took my shirt of, then pulled my undershirt over my head and reached to my back, to unhook my bra. It fell to the floor and I was already hooking the new on. It fit nicely. I pulled on the straps and adjusted them, then quickly put my undershirt back on.

Yuriy came in.

- What's that, Tamarka? Getting undressed? - he grinned, coming closer.
- It's hot and stuffy in here - I lied quickly, throwing my shirt back on - Get the window opened.
- Vodka made you hot - he commented. He opened the balcony door and returned to the middle of the room, pouring another round of vodka. He gave me the glass and dried his with one quick sip. I did the same and felt a strong vertigo. Dazed, I sat on the floor.

- You got very nice breasts - Yuriy whispered, leaning toward me - And they seem to be bigger than usual... - he rubber his eyes with his fists playfully. Whew, I thought, it worked!

He looked down, directly at my firm globes. It felt good to be desired. And the fact that I was almost the proverbial "only girl in the world" didn't make it less pleasurable to receive all the attention from Yuriy. I embraced him and pulled him closer to me, face to face.

- You can have better look on them, if you wish - I said in a low, modulated voice - Just don't chicken out like then, on the shooting range, this morning...

He gulped and eyed me closely. Then he nodded slightly.

- Spokoyno, Tamarka! Worry not...

His hands reached to my titties and he stroked them gently, delicately, as if still a little anxiously. I smiled, to encourage him a bit. He caressed my bust for a few moments, then stopped and looked at me.

- Can I see them? - I grinned upon hearing that. Here he was, the brave Yuriy, protector and savior of our small group, asking for my permission. It was not the rebellious, half-savage teenager with madness in his eyes and an automatic Kalashnikov rifle on his shoulder. Once again it was my old Yuriy, my lovely boy - emotional and considerate.

- Sure - I replied and took a step back. I took off my shirt, ever so slowly, suspecting what's going on in his mind right now. One by one, I undid the buttons and pulled the shirt out, dropping it to the floor behind me. I could feel my nipples getting harder. They already poked through the soft fabrics of my new bra and my undershirt.

I also felt that familiar tickling, that started to build up deep inside my body, originating somewhere between my legs, that have suddenly become shaky. All at once I also got anxious, knowing, that this time we will not stop probably, but cross the line.

Oh, well... I loved that boy and I wanted to do it with him anyway! I pulled my undershirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

Yuriy's jaw dropped open; he stared at my bra-clad boobs. I felt so proud and womanly like never before in my life. With a slow, calm move I slid the shoulder straps down, letting them hang and reached to the back to unhook the bra. My boyfriend almost drooled at that point.

The hook let loose and the bra slid to my feet. I stood in front of his hungry eyes, topless and very aroused. The chill made my nipples erect and the aureoles wrinkled a bit, both with chill and excitement.

- That's the most awesome view I've ever seen in my whole life - Yuriy whispered - Gosh, they're so krasiviye!
- Spasiba - I winked, pulling him closer. He cupped my breasts with his shaking hands, unsure if he can.

I looked into his eyes and I was sure that this boy loved me. I unbuckleded my belt and started to unzip my trousers.

- We can do anything we want, Yuriy, dorogoy moy. Anything - I whispered quietly.
- Tamarka, I won't push on you, but I wanted you for so long - he hugged me.

- 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 juste wanted to know, if you're all right. You've been out for three hours already...

- Yob tvoyu mat', Valerka! - 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.

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To be continued in part two in a (relatively) near future.

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A small dictionary for the Russian words used. Now, I'm not a professional linguist nor do I really know Russian that well, so I can't assure all these words are transcribed correctly and the meanings given are 100% accurate. :D The words are given in order of appearance.

nyet - no
tovarishtshi - the comrades
Krasnoarmeyets - a soldier of the Red Army
da - yes
yob tvoyu mat' - fuck your mother (a curse)
govno - shit
pozhausta - please
ya znayu - I know
spokoyna - calm
Gospodin Bog - Lord God
doroga moya - my dear
ya tebya lublyu - I love you
Slava Soyuzu, slava tovarishtshu Kalashnikovu - Praise to the Union, praise to comrade Kalashnikov
chort vozmi - lit. "devil take it", means something like: "damn it", or "hell be damned"
yebala sobaka - lit. "dog fucked it", means something like "fuck that" or similar; generally a curse
znayesh - you know
Stolichnaya - a brand of prime sort Russian vodka (IMHO much better that the overadvertised Smirnoff)
doorak - dumbass
Chinese - a type of board game, I have no idea if it exists in AngloSaxon culture and if so, what might the name be
horosho - good
"for achieving 112% percent of efficiency norms" - there was something about all the socialist countries. There was a set norm of work, production etc. that was supposed to be achieved; hardly ever it was. Sometimes, though, it was possible to produce, build or do more than the plan suppsed. That was a good opportunity to celebrate ;)
Griboyedov - I borrowed that name from a famous Rusian writer. It literally means "the mushroom eater" and his prose was indeed kind of psychedelic one
sobaka - dog
stakan - a kind a a small glass, used primarily to drink vodka. About 0.1 litre volume.
spasiba - thank you

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Keep Denver July, 2004
