This is causing me and like-minded komplotanku opt out of the stewardship of the school organization, and create their own activities (Mading). We became a priori to the organization until now, because every activity the organization is often used as a dating event handler and not to run the program work. And we made Mading always eagerly awaited of all students, because they are very attractive compared to others. This is what makes me feel alone in a new environment, which mengharuskanku wear trousers (usually wear shorts without underwear). Very uncomfortable.
But there is one side that must be realized, I should be able to show themselves. After all, children are a junior high school also lost his friends are relied on to be a bouncer.
First day of inservice (keep in mind, it is still the new order) we were introduced to teachers PPL of about 9 people. There is one PPL attractive woman, Is his name. Her body for granted, not short but can not be high. His appearance was graceful. I liked her voice, clear and melodious when singing. Who do not like about the other performances, which is too menor.
The first day I was immediately put to Mrs Is (teacher PPL), for violating the order during the discussion. Crazy, made to stand in front of the class, where I do not wear underwear anymore. I have to stand beside his chair, and indirectly I am required to see a smooth thighs with a skirt that when she sat up till the knees. Especially with the position that made to stand, with a height of 170 cm will be able to clearly see her cleavage from above the line as he sat down. Ala maak .. it seems awry.
Especially when he took bollpoin his fall, after looking down and would take an upright position again, the chest flick clothing that is rather low, clearly shows her breasts beneath the fabric bra cups are thin and not so broad. So many areas that could see her breasts. Tight .. smooth .. and transparency of its peak area whose color of skin to look older than his chest. My little sister squirmed and tried to resist shocks, so as not moving anywhere.
"You tetep standing there. .. And the other, your friends do not emulate this." said Mrs. Is.Friends on a boisterous laugh to hear it. Wow .. These people are also scary. Not unexpectedly deh if someone as beautiful as she can get angry. With eyes that glared at me, I feel weird. Unlike ketakutkan usually when people get yelled at, I'm even a little daydreaming as if to squeeze her tightly and tilted his face to hers and enjoy the red eyes glaring with rage, although very beautiful.
Although I have never felt the kiss, but I can feel the pleasure as I had seen in pornographic video (In the village children play BF busy-busy if one of them who happen to have video of her parents are not there anymore. Although the village, whose name video time was not a luxury, because most parents they had a migrant worker and buy videos from there).
Suddenly realized after felt something touch my little sister. It makes me very nervous. But there is a change in attitude on Mom Is, so it is softer and greet with spoiled me as if in disbelief."You can mainin gitarya ..? Have you played the guitar while we were both singing folk songs .." he said as he shoved a guitar in front of me and knocked my little sister.The friends of the class in boisterous laughter. I became aware of my friends had mentertawaiku for groin sticks poking and moving wildly beneath my ashes gray pants. .. Ouch, my face felt hot and ashamed. Luckily, it immediately grabbed my guitar and get ready to want to play, all to suppress the movement stems growing wild groin.
But the position is very uncomfortable to play guitar, because guitar is too down position, which should be in a position to play the guitar belly with stand. I took the decision out of the front floor board which is more than 20 cm from the floor under the bench. I sat on my bench forefront. But Mom Is not see ya .. earlier. Well hopefully not see. Ahh .. EGP! And finally we were singing together, and from here I know he can vote, too.
Since that event I became very familiar with Mrs. Is that if you call outside of regular school Mbak Is. I often play to his boarding place not too far from my place, and he happened to contract a house with friends his generation. There is no such thing as maternal boarding in place, so the place where play is often so my friends, good afternoon or night. And I often go there to play guitar with the mas-mas and ya-ya PPL. Moreover, he wants to play guitar (for reasons I'll sing if you want to play guitar himself) would not diajarikan anyone but me. Though I'm not much good at.
But I like it. He was spoiled, and if the call with the call 'love' when I'm out of school. I do not think of all sorts, yet friends did not have a single rented a berpiikir all sorts at me. And I know one of his friends there are PPL who fancies him, and he (his friend who fancies it) will never be jealous of me, although for high school kids by height 170, I still look like a child, especially when I called Ms. Is the word 'ya'.
Our familiarity not only outside of school. He happened to grasp the subject of Chemistry. One of the lessons I most dislike. When I got out of class and going to the bathroom and through the teachers' room, I called."Dy .. here ..!" he said... Well, he's wearing a blouse with a neckline that short again, (shirt so many times that model) and wrapped in a jacket with buttons that open his alma mater all, still with the same skirt model.
"What ..?" I replied.I pulled into the staffroom. Quiet no one else. Dibimbingnya I walked to a table and stood against the table's edge. He stood behind me with his left hand supporting table against the left thigh, and his right hand moves to the right of my body took a sheet of paper opaque.
"Tomorrow I want ngadain replications. This is because, you see, and you learn ..!" he said.I was speechless. My position is very uncomfortable, I pressed from behind, his body tilted slightly to the right hand continues to scribble on newsprint. How big my butt is not sticking tight around her belly button area. But my back felt something warm and soft against foreign (understand, I never felt it before).
Every time he explained with a scribble of paper, his body moving to the right and left with the pressures. Makes my back feel any pressure delicious sensation of whirling. Groin rod motion. Edan ..! I'm not wearing underwear. He continued to explain with enthusiasm. Subtle perfume. I was so distraught, she continued to squeeze my back with his chest. Sometimes I also feel the butt-sliding often moved to suppress the base of the upper thigh to my butt with a little menjinjingkan feet, though he's wearing high heels. It felt warm.
I was sweating and could not think clearly. He continued to explain. Each finished explaining the subject matter, he looked at me as he pressed his body harder into my back, he feels even with one arm taped to his left hand and pressed hard into my thigh. His fingers touched the rod a little groin. Ah .., the more others just taste. One side of me was afraid that if he knew something was wrong and embarrassing to me, because very, very clear rod groin cloth pants poke up to form a mound that is not fair to the groin.
Moving again. Well I think is the rate grew louder until I can not control my feelings, my body was not stepping on the floor. Especially when she looks at me with questions arise, "I understand ..?" with little grunts toward dadaku.Terasa warm breath. And left hand are stuck tight in my thighs with the fingers that are sometimes as if to stroke the bulge in the groin behind the bars of uniform pants. Ah .. I think he knows and understands my situation changes. Alas I can not control myself anymore, I can not feel the throbbing rod groin, it felt very tense and as if to burst.
Apalagiu when with a little unintentional (maybe), the position of sticking his middle finger nail right on the bulge in my pants and sticks his head groin area. Digaruknya slowly and gently. At that time I immediately tense and as if there is a radiating on my body, the joints feel a little loose with a cold sweat soaking my back is hot, also his groin and my thighs are getting squeezed to the table's edge. Mbak Is felt mamaksa arm with his right hand which was holding the pen, removable and gripped my hand. And just pressed his left hand and quickly swiped-grit in my pants bulge. As if there is any doubt to squeeze.
I'm quiet and a bit of complaining, he was so. There was a warm and wet in my pants, it felt too sore groin rod head hole. Mbak Is tiptoe looking at his palms are wet. Semi-conscious I draw breath and move away and try out the staff room with the body was floating without turning attention again. Do not know what my feelings at that time.
"I came out first. Let me Eko to see about that .." I said."Dy .. you take it .. tonight .. back in my place!" he interrupted.
I did not notice, and the discouraged back to class to call Eko to read about that too. I'm not back into the room to take the paper problem, but directly to the restroom. I opened my pants and pull straight pubic shaft is still hard and throbbing with the rhythm. There is a thick white fluid wetting the fabric in the pants and see-through out. I immediately tried to concentrate urination. It was difficult, painful and hot. Long I tried it out, and finally out as well.
Aduuhh .. periihh .., and channel the water was hot once. Right, was on fire. Played out finished, the heat is not lost. I tried to calm down by soaking the head of the rod containing the groin into the bucket full of water. Still it was hot, but the water was cold. Kudiamkan alone, yet with a situation like this I'm not feeling to go to class. Moreover, the pubic shaft is that hard up once again, make sure deh bulge out. Actual size is smaller than mine have my friends in the village, about 14.5 cm with a circumference of 12 cm only, bent to the right again. This I know because I often play and swim with them. I waited until all was well, though until the bell breaks. It's OK, all missing work.
Not only in the eyes pelajaranya he helped. At the time of the exam even mathematics, though she taught in the classroom next door, is always a time to visit me and help him complete the task by giving answers on a sheet of tissue. And no one knows except me friends bench. Sebangkuku friend is very familiar to me. I build a plot with it anyway (We call the plot because it is always opposition to the school organization) with a child who we tuakan, Avin name. He left behind, is actually not bad (naughty I think = belligerent). Our gang was not afraid to fight, but if there are 'so', we are also not afraid to 'buy'. Later there is the story. Maybe if the language of the child now 'cool'.
From him, too, there are plans to invite gathered Saturday night at the beach with Mbak Is and other friends. While roasted corn and singing, PPL everything go. We make a campfire, talking of exploratory ngidul, singing and playing guitar. And where there is me, Ma'am Is there always there. Although there is a friend who had a crush on him, his manner casual. And we often embraced three of the Mas Itok (PPL Bhs. England). Mas Itok had never suspected me. He understands that Is it spoiled, youngest son (not have a younger dong) and she thinks I'm his brother. But if there's nothing, Ma'am Is definitely an arm around me.
To be continued. . .