My first single trip was a few days after the entrance exam. All schedules were pre-coordinated. We were going to go to Shahrooz Villa. It was a cozy, stylish and large villa in the last point of the southern Caspian city. None of us had a car yet (I got the car from my father after I got accepted to university) and we had to take a minibus.
Khazar city was the worst town in terms of girl games among the northern settlements due to having an established committee. On the other hand, some of the confiscated villas were handed over to the revolutionary foundations. Like the villa that was in front of Shahrooz's father's villa and belonged to the Friday prayer headquarters.
For this reason, the few days we spent in the Caspian Sea were spent only on sweating (the awful sweats of the super town), motorcycling, swimming and poker. The penultimate day we decided to return to Tehran tomorrow morning (because our lungs were dead) we went to the sea for the last swim.
When he returned, I was last but not least. On the pedestrian bridge (south and north) we met a girl in a chador. Seeing a girl in a chador with a black chador in the Caspian Sea at noon was as strange as seeing a naked woman. The Caspian city did not have a chador girl at all. However, some of the children did not show mercy and, as much as they wanted, teased the girl who was with her little brother, who was 5-4 years old.
The boy's face with the girl was so attractive and salty that I decided to take a closer look at his sister's face. The girl wore large smoky glasses of the old model, so half of her face could not be seen at all. Although I could not see half of her face, I knew she must be very cute. His face was round and he was short. His eyes were fixed on me from behind his not-so-black glasses for a moment, and he stared at the ground in front of him again. As he passed me, I said softly, "Forgive them," and he replied in a soft voice, "God forgive them!" I thought to myself that the bullet had hit the target. He was one of those people who liked people with masculine classes and brigades.
Arriving at the villa, the usual fight over who should shower first resumed. By the time the kids got into a fight, I was taking a shower and drying my hair. I wanted to go to the desert in front of the bridge and collect stones for my aquarium. There was a sandy desert in front of the bridge at that time. I do not know if it has been turned into a park or a villa. But around the year 67, it was a large desert full of large lizards, sand, and beautiful sea pebbles.
As I was picking up the pebbles, a little girl said
- Good Job
I raised my head. He was returning from the northern town. I stood up and answered
- Thankful. Do not be tired of this heat and sun
- thank you.
He had a sweet Turkish accent. He wanted to continue on his way, but I tried to stop him by continuing my conversation
- Did you take your brother to the sea?
- No, I went and bought him ice cream.
- Where is your villa?
- The end of the town. In front of your villa
- Do you know where our villa is?
- Yes, good. You are in front of us. You almost do not make noise. Everyone in the town knows where you are.
- Ha ha ha you have to forgive. We probably do not sleep at night.
- No, your voice is not that loud.
- From which city did you come?
- From ……..
- I have not heard my name!
- Not a big place
- Indeed, the villa in front of us, which belongs to the Friday prayer headquarters!
- Well, my father is also the Friday Imam !!!
I asked as I swallowed in surprise
- Are you right?
He took off his glasses and showed his big green eyes and small nose and asked
- What is my lie ?!
As I was stunned, he gradually moved away from me. Twenty steps ahead, he smiled and said louder than ever:
- Goodbye. See you later
And I stared at him again like a fool. It was so beautiful. Like the girls whose pictures are on the cover of magazines. I had completely forgotten that we are leaving tomorrow morning. I got up in a hurry. I threw the pebbles on the ground. I ran after him quickly. I reached him on the walk across the boulevard.
- Can we see each other tonight?
- Have you tried it tomorrow?
If I said I would return to Tehran tomorrow, things would get worse. That's what I said
- Oh, I have a cartoon tonight.
He laughed and said:
- Good for tomorrow. I go to Fereydoun with my father in the evening and come back late. I can't go out at night either. Okay for tomorrow. God bless you now
- At least say your name
- Fatima
- منم فرشاد
- Good bye
I spent the whole afternoon tidying up the rooms. These ignorant comrades had gone to Babolsar to buy souvenirs in my absence. I also collected all the sprays of the last 8-7 days and sat at the TV. When the kids came, we ate dinner and went to bed early. The minibus was supposed to follow us at 5 in the morning.
It was 11:30 when I heard the voice of Haj Agha Benz. I was looking out the window. I saw it. I waited for everyone to go to their villa. I also jumped out quietly and went to their villa. It was a three bedroom villa. Haj Agha and Haj Khanum's room was the first room. The next room was another couple (who I later found out were Fatima's sister and sister-in-law). In the third room, even though the curtains were closed, Fatima's body could be clearly recognized. Because the window was open, I pulled back the curtain. Fatemeh was arranging her tent with a veil and without a chador. No one else was in the room. I called out softly. He returned in terror. I was afraid he would scream. Fortunately, he recognized me soon. I said softly again, "I'm here for another hour," and ran away before he could say no.
I had an hour. I walked to the sea. I calculated that he left for 20 minutes and returned for 20 minutes. So I had a maximum of 10 minutes by the sea. It was exceptionally super open. I smoked a cigarette and went up for a glass of beer. It was 5 minutes late when I reached the window of Fatima's room. Fortunately, the weather was cooler than the night before. The window was closed. The curtains are drawn and the lights are all off. A small snake quickly escaped from under my feet. I wanted everything I had heard about the venom of snakes in the north to be true.
I was horrified. Do not let anyone else open the window. I slowly opened the window a little. Just a few inches. The window opened slowly and spontaneously with another force. Akhish. It was Fatima.
- What did you have?
- I wanted to see you
- For what ?
There was no choice. I did not have much time. I should have deceived him. Now was not the time for conscience pain. I might never see the other side again.
- Because from the moment I talked to you, I became a different person.
He smiled and said:
- What kind of person?
- A man in love !!!
Half an hour later, when I held his hand in mine, he was answering me in a serious tone:
- I understood myself. As soon as I saw you, I realized that you fell in love with me.
And I, who really wanted to say "spit on the grave of the father of a liar", stopped myself and said:
- U know ? When a person falls in love, he first understands others, then himself. This is a principle. I read this in a book. At noon, when I returned home to say my prayers (Wow, I am a bitch liar!) All my friends realized that I fell in love! They said it was written in your eyes!
And he answered simply and quickly:
- Yes, you can read a lover in your eyes!
If I wanted to do something, now was the time. But our situation was still very ridiculous. I was standing in the garden and he was on the edge of the window. With coat, mask and black tent! I told him:
- Nobody comes to your room?
- No, do not be afraid. Locked in my room. When my sister's husband is home, I lock myself in the room.
- I'm scared. Can you try?
- By God, the lock ………. Okay, wait
And he went to try the door lock. I used this opportunity. I put my hand on the edge of the window and jumped into the room.
- Was it locked?
- Why did you come?
- It was so bad. Once you saw me, it would be bad for you!
- Aha. Okay
I sat on the floor next to his bed. I told him that if I sat on the bed, he would not come aside. But it came like this. Bed edge meeting. with Gap. I asked him about his family and gradually I approached him a few centimeters with each arch. In return, I told him everything I knew about my family. I spoke about a brother (whom I do not have) and his wife, the daughter of a well-known cleric. I said that I have a religious family and my father is a bazaar interested in the clergy! And finally, when I told her to be my wife? He answered in the tone of a teacher, provided that you no longer travel alone !!
I took his hand and pretended that from this moment I was his obedient servant. I kissed her hand excitedly and happily and she could not pull her hand away in time. I thanked him a thousand times for accepting my offer. He decided to keep something for his family and I would send my family as a stranger to propose.
I sat next to him on the bed with more courage and he did not stop me. My hand was gradually raised and I gently squeezed his arms. I praised her beauty, tenderness and decency. Time passed quickly to my detriment. It was raining outside. I got up and closed the window. This time I sat completely attached to it. I wrapped one hand around his body and took the other arm. I grabbed his chin with my other hand and turned to myself. His face was completely opposite my face. I said :
- Fatima ?
- Hum ?
- do you love me ?
- what about you ?
- I worship you
- Who is coming?
- where ?
- Courtship
- Whenever you say. Is Friday good this week?
- OK fine
- So I have to return to Tehran soon tomorrow
- Why ?
- Get ready to go and tell my family. By the way, you said you do not want to travel alone anymore.
- Aha. Okay
- you did not answer me. do you love me ?
He was silent. He smiled. And finally, he answered in the affirmative with his cute and flirtatious eyes. Delay was not allowed. I kissed her gently on the lips and immediately started kissing her small cheeks. He pulled himself back and that made him sleep on the bed. I continued. I knew this would excite any girl. Especially an intact young adult girl like Ono. His resistance diminished until it gradually reached zero. Then he put his hand on both sides of my face and pressed his lips to mine. What a lip. very professional. It was unbelievable that he knew this lip-smacking inherently. But I had to believe. It tasted like honey. She was the first girl to be provoked by biting her lips. His eyes sparkled. I put my hand on his chest. It was strong and small. I was pushing him hard too. Her moan was quiet. I got up from the bed and dragged his legs, which were hanging from the bed. I slept next to him and bit his lip again. With my free hand, I gradually opened the mantoux buttons. Only the top three. Now you could feel the material of her bra from under her beautiful plaid buttoned blouse. I had put one hand under his head. And I took my other hand to her belly and lifted it from under her blouse. He contracted his abdomen to resist, for example. But the resistance was ridiculous. Because he was swallowing my lips at the same time. I pulled her small, tight, girlish breasts out from under her bra. Oh, he got up from his institution. that was weird. This girl was sensitive all over her body and she was more and more aroused by my every move. I released my lips and went to her breasts. It was as hard as a pomegranate and needed to be watered down. It was very scary and sexy. I waited to see a new sign and then start new work. Soon the symptoms of this new sign appeared. As I ate her breasts, she gently lifted her waist and pressed against the mattress again.
I went to his lips again. In order not to protest, I had to cover my lips with something. So I started kissing her and she started answering. One hand, still under his neck, went down to his chest. He still had no doubts. I gently pulled my other hand out of my pants. He folded his legs and raised them. He thought I wanted to take off his pants. But I had no such intention yet. When I rubbed the top of her pants a little, she gained her trust and lowered her legs again. I also sent my fingers to more sensitive places. I finally found the sensitive point of the cache. He had spread his legs himself. I felt satisfied if I continued. So I raised my hand and went to his stomach and chest. He was greedy, but he could not ask me to continue rubbing his pussy. The situation was right. I lowered my hand again and this time I unbuttoned the button and zipper of his pants. He released his lip, which was still in mine, and begged
- Not
- Okay baby. Whatever you say
But I continued to work like innocent children. But this time too, to gain his trust, only through shorts. The wetness of her shorts showed that her sister was being fucked. But something was strange to me. His pelvis continued to the bottom. Because his legs were free, I gently pulled down his pants. Despite the language protest, he more or less cooperated. He was still wearing his mantle, mask and Arabic tent, and I did not insist on taking it off. I remembered Iraj Mirza's mysticism and the poem of his tent. My hand was still working. I finally found the hole. He was far behind the rest of the people I had seen. It was almost close to the corner. I applied a little pressure on my shorts with my finger. His shorts simply sank. I raised my hand to her belly and this time I took her under her shirt. There were no protests. It was all fun. I lowered my hand so much that my finger reached the hole. I gently took my middle finger in you. I had learned from experience that girls of this age do not tear with one finger. The insertion of my finger into her vagina made her unconscious. He was satisfied and my head was still barefoot. I saw no problem to be satisfied. I easily satisfied him by rubbing my finger inside the hole. I realized that it was satisfied when it dried. He himself could not speak. I pulled out my hand and kissed her.
- Congratulations
- Did I become a woman?
- No, you are satisfied
- what does it mean ?
- It means you enjoyed it a lot
- It was so good.
- Yes, I know it was very good for you
- Was it not for you.
- I was not satisfied.
- Why ?
- Because you did not
- What should I do now?
- What can you do?
- What should I do if I want to be you too?
- You have to be naked
-When will I marry you?
- Not. That is called a wedding. God bless our wedding night
- Go aside
I left. stand up. He took off his tent and mask. He opened the rest of the Mantoux buttons. His pants had already fallen off and he was hanging on only one leg. He unbuttoned his blouse, which looked like a man's shirt, and removed his blouse. He slipped his bra straps over his shoulders. He turned and turned to me. He pointed to his shorts
- Do I have to take this?
I nodded positively. Oh, he was naked!
- What should I do now?
I took her hand and pulled her to the bed. I got up and took off my blouse and pants. I knew it because he was probably the only one who had seen his brother Dudol and he was probably afraid to see me, so I turned my back on him and told him
- Come back now
Back to the wall. He had a small butt, but his butt was protruding from his legs due to the back of his heart. I pulled the front of my shorts under my eggs and slept softly. I sprayed it and pumped it. It got wet again with my third or fourth move. I had to satisfy him again. I pulled my waist a little higher and this time I put the tip of my back in front of her. It was a bad moment. My heart was burning. I swallowed a little. About one or two centimeters. not bad. Hot and slippery. My conscience would not allow it. I pulled out and satisfied myself by going back and forth in the same two centimeters safely. I did not know if he was satisfied or not. I poured water on his back. I got out of the way and took him in my arms. Someone was telling me a poem that I could not understand because he was asleep. I paid a little attention to what he said. He was betting that we would not do this until the wedding. I remembered Napoleon saying, "That which has no limits is foolishness," and I smiled. He thought that with this smile his words sat on a chair.
The humid air of the north and the beer I had eaten by the sea made me desperately need a toilet. I told him that because I want to go to Tehran early in the morning to satisfy Baba, I have to go now. Accepted. I wanted to go out the window when Saddam yelled
- wait. Address
- What is the address?
- Our address is ……… ..
- Aha. Aha. Write well
And he started writing. Under the little light coming from the window. She was still naked. But there was nothing left of the beautiful and noble girl I had seen at noon. It seemed to be just a means to my satisfaction!
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