Учительница первая моя

Детский рассказ

I pulled upward her dress over the thighs, then the hips, then the stomach and over the head. She was standing completely nude before me.

No, this was not the first lesson from my first teacher. The first one was less spectacular. I was eight years old at that time. She was two years my senior. Both of us had classes in the afternoon. In the morning we were left to ourselves, as the parents were busy at work. Ours was a great flat with ten rooms. Each room was occupied by a family. Vera asked me to visit her as she promised to show me something. I hoped the visit would not take long, as my friend and I were going to play in the courtyard. When I entered her room, she really showed my some pictures or toys, I forget exactly, what it was. Then I told her I should go and pulled the door-knob. The door would not open. I looked at her inquiringly. Vera showed the key in her hand and smiled.

‘What does it mean?’, I asked. ‘Catch me and I’ll give you the key!’, she said. I rushed to her. Vera tried to run away from me, but the room was not very large, and shortly I caught up with her and took her by her left arm. ‘I made it. Give me the key!’ But instead of giving the key she quickly slipped her right hand under her dress and soon after pulled out the empty hand, which she triumphantly showed to me.

‘Where is the key?’, I said with a threat in my voice. ‘Guess where it is!’, she answered. I turned her around, so that she was standing with her back before me. I stretched my left hand in front of her body and pulled upward the bottom edge of her dress. With my right hand I reached the upper edge of her knickers and slid my hand inside. The key was found at the very bottom of the knickers (blue flannel they were, if the curious reader would like to learn the details) near the crotch. I grabbed the key and was going to take it out of the knickers, but Vera did not allow me to do it, as she seized my right arm with both hands and was pressing it to her lower tummy. She was stronger that me and I could not stop her from acting as she pleased. She began rubbing her lower body against my fist in the knickers. I could not understand what the matter was and let her do what she wished. Several minutes passed and I felt that my fist had become wet. Vera stopped rubbing and let go my hand with a deep sigh.

I headed for to the door, opened it and came out.

‘Hay!’ called me Vera. I turned back and looked at her.

‘Come back tomorrow!’