Tabula Rasa. White’s move. Territory of Seduction

Chapter 14

Max

Early in the morning I am awakened by the alarm on my smartphone. Polina is asleep, up and throwing her leg over me. I admire her before waking her up. She looks even more in her sleep. Suddenly, I don't even have time to realize at what exact moment, something to embarrassment overwhelms me. There is an angel sleeping next to me, a delicate creature the face of a child. Her long eyelashes twitch, her lips slightly open and beckoning for a kiss.

It's amazing that I feel such a strong desire for this little woman-child, which only grows hotter with new intimacy. I find it hard to believe that I want a woman with the appearance of a nymphet.

What a blessing that she's of legal age and I can have sex with her without remorse. I wonder if she sixteen, would I ignore that fact?

I went to the shower without waking Polina - let her rest for at least a quarter of an hour, we fallen asleep late. Tonight I was rough and unrestrained, leaving many marks on her body - and bruises from squeezing her buttocks and neck hard. While my body needed the , inside I was melting like a marshmallow on fire with tenderness for her. It wasn't my to be so bifurcated.

As the water awakens my body, images of my first sexual experience flash in my mind.

I was hardly the last virgin among my friends, I was just under seventeen , the first time it .

It happened on Christmas Day, in Miami, on my grandmother's friend's yacht, with the daughter of a close friend of hers. I had a girlfriend in college, Kimberly, who was fifteen, I couldn't decide to have sex with her, even though we had been dating for months and petting other to the point of insanity. I remembered my own self-doubt well. I didn't want to be a loser front of myself. Kim was a virgin and unlikely to make me laugh. It was my own inexperience kept me at a distance.

My grandmother's friend's daughter, Zoe, blond, tanned, with a seductive shape, was my . All the adults took the boat to shore, and the two of us stayed on the yacht. I was sunbathing on deck, and I was sure that there was no one else on board but me and some of the crew. Zoe my misconceptions by waking me up with a cold glass of Coke on the rocks, which she on my stomach. Last season, during our family reunion here in Miami, we made eyes at each . I even managed to snatch a few inept kisses off her lips. On this visit, we had seen each other the night before, with our significant others, and now we found ourselves one-on-one on a . Zoe gave me a conspiratorial look, beckoning me to follow her with a look and gestures. As as we were in her cabin, my swim trunks and her swimsuit were on the floor. She was well , she had a condom, and I didn't have to put it on, she did it all herself, demonstrating her skills. So I had lost my virginity, or I had been taken, it didn't matter. I pretended that it was not first time and tried my best to make it a pleasant memory for Zoe. She turned out to be very in sex, however, and during the rest of my time in Miami, she showed me the whole of her tricks, so by the time I got back to college, I was fully armed.

The first time I met Kimberly, I shared my newfound skills with her, introducing her to the of sexual entertainment. At first, things weren't as rosy with virgin Kim as they were with Zoe, but we soon gained experience and didn't hold back our fantasies.

Neither of them looked like Polina, except that Kimberly looked innocent as well. But she brown, with a short haircut, and Zoe was a bright blonde, a confident beauty, obsessed with and sexuality. With neither of them, as a newcomer to the delights of sexuality, I was as as I was with Polina. I still don't know the nature of this unbridled passion. Probably, if had been Kimberly, I would not give a damn about my virginity and I would have cost her half death. If now, after sixteen years of life and sixteen years without a taboo on sex, I'm next to her an Energizer battery that can spark when everyone else would have died three times over.

Thank God, just a few days and I'll be on my way home. There everything will fall into , come to normal, and I'll be able to solve the mystery of this wild lust with a cool head. She'll down, too, but that will come later. For now, I savor her ardor, scorched by her heat. I love the out of her passion, her willingness to follow me into my most sinful fantasies.

Polina wraps her arms around my waist from the back, pressing closely with her flat belly small protruding breasts, taking her hands on the Gringo.

- Why didn't you wake me up? - She whispers in a sleep-deprived voice, touching her lips to back. She kisses me and slides down to my buttocks, nibbling them and caressing them with her .

- Did you get any sleep? - I squeeze her hand over Gringo's with my palm.

- Not really. Four hours isn't long enough for me, – she laughs. - But it was so sweet that I have stayed up all night.

She caresses me from below, turning me around to face her, but I pick her up and sharply her against the wall:

- Sweet? Polina, do you like rough sex? - I squeeze her throat, kissing her lips, touching with my teeth.

- Yes, Max, sweet. I like you rough, tender, bold, assertive, playful. I like you all kinds of , – Polina looks into my eyes as she continues to caress Gringo with her hands. I pick her up my arms, pulling her away from the exciting activity, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

- Let's see what I'll be like tonight, – I smile, taking in her mouth.

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The dropzone is quite close to the city, considering the drive time from Polina's house.

While Polina is solving issues with the company organizing the jumps, I am waiting for her in the area.

I'd love to jump myself, but for me, jumping with an instructor is like putting on a diaper of underwear.

A decent group of "jumpers" has gathered. While they are being instructed, I take advantage the moment to take pictures of Polina. She is always making faces at the camera. According to results of the medical examination and weighing, Polina gets into the first three jumpers, and I just have to wait for her on the ground.

Less than an hour later, laughing, with her hair disheveled and tangled with blades of grass wildflowers, she came running to me. I hold her close to me and kiss her, and she talks nonstop.

- I was the first of the group to jump! I wasn't afraid! I jumped right in! Right away!

Honestly! That was so cool! I liked the free fall! But it's fast, it's really fast.

I laugh along with her.

- You'll see it all on video! I've been filmed! Oh, Max, that's great! I'm gonna jump again!

Maybe more than once! I want to try it on my own, without an instructor!

When the first fuse of her excitement passes, we wait for the jump disk, say goodbye to her , and walk to the parking lot.

- You and I still have time before the meeting. Let's have lunch, and you can tell me all about flight in peace, – I suggested.

At a restaurant near the planned meeting place, after ordering, we discuss parachute jumps.

Polina tells in detail about everything - from the feelings experienced before the jump to the when the wing of the parachute opened above her. She sincerely, without any attempt to describes the fear experienced on board, the exciting moment when she learned that it she who had to be the first to step into the void, the excitement of flying under the dome and little she had time to understand in free fall.

I admire her reaction. No. Not her reaction. Her mental clarity. She's still so young, but she's deep and whole.

- Tell me about the difference in feeling between BASE jumping and parachuting, – I .

- I don't really understand it yet, except that with a parachute there is a moment of free fall.

When I jump next time, I'll tell you about it. If you're interested by then, – Polina adds.

- It will be, – I nod my head and smile. - So much enthusiasm. You should see yourself.

Look! - I sit down next to her and show her the pictures I took after she landed. The shots are with spontaneity, energy, laughter, incorruptible joy and pure emotion. Her mood is to me. We flip through the photos, pressed against each other. Her thigh, her shoulder, cheek pressed against me. Her warmth makes me hard. With a jerk, pulling Polina to me, I sink lips into hers and run my hands over her body. Her energy through the kiss fills me, quenching thirst for real, pure emotion

To me, today's Polina is like Columbus discovering a new land.

In the evening, outside Arena City, where the exhibitors' dinner will be held, she says to me:

- Go. I shouldn't be here today, Max, – she turns half-turned toward me.

- Why? - I don't want to break up with her.

- It's your night. Yours. Attendees. I'm not on the list of attendees. You can come to my place you want. I'll be waiting for you, – she adds, brushing back the long bangs that fall over her face.

- Come with me.

- No, Max. You don't want to compromise me. I pay too much attention to you already. Go. I see Alexandra, and she can see us, – Polina looks in my direction. Alexandrine, standing off to side, she looks in our direction. I wave at her and nod discreetly to Polina, getting out of the car.

I want to leave the party as soon as possible, but time stretches like rubber. I've been here for hours, and it's still a long way from over, everyone is happy to socialize and share opinions.

Finally I find a completely ridiculous excuse to get the hell out of here. I go down to the Arena City and buy a bunch of colorful tulips at a flower boutique.

I want to surprise Polina and show up unannounced. But I vaguely remember her address.

The organizing committee has allocated me a car, and I try to explain to the driver where to go, the way we went to her house from "Arena City". We end up wandering around the city, for the house I need. I decide that I will find her house myself, using the route she took me the restaurant yesterday, only in the opposite direction. I show the driver the name of the on my smartphone screen.

The air smells of rain. Large, sporadic drops are already drumming on the pavement, the sky lit up by a flash of lightning, and a rumble of thunder confirms that a thunderstorm is coming. I , but the downpour is faster. It covers the city in a wall, trapping all the random passersby and . I duck under the nearest visor in my path, but it doesn't save me; in a minute I'm soaked to the .

My phone vibrates, it's a text from Polina: "Where are you?"

"Under a canopy unknown to me near the restaurant “Limp Paul’s".

"Wait for me there. I'm coming."

I'm having fun. The day has started brightly and it is obvious that its end will be no less . I run through the puddles toward Polina's house, in completely soaked clothes, and clutching tulips.

Two blocks before my destination, the dome of an imposing umbrella moves toward me, and , slender legs flicker beneath it. I think Polina notices me solely by my moccasins. She lifts the , and, appreciating what the downpour has turned me into, snorts and laughs amusedly, her mouth with the palm of her hand.

- Max! You're so funny right now! - A flash of lightning illuminates the street with white , revealing Polina's face, which I can see in great detail. I hand her a bunch of tulips, take the and close it.

- Max, what are you doing! I'm going to get soaked! - she shouts, laughing.

- I want you to get wet. I want you to be funny too!

We hold hands and run down the street, slapping through puddles, past some ajar door to an house. I pull Polina into the dark doorway, pulling her close to me. We are wet, laughing, , as my sixth sense tells me, equally happy now.

- Hush, – I whisper to Polina, pulling her against me and crushing the tulips that acted as a between us. We kiss, giving our hands free rein, unceremoniously groping, squeezing, and everything we can reach. It's a real sexual fever. Deep breathing breaks down into quiet, moans. Clothes are in disarray, exposing parts of our bodies.

The door to the entryway opens, and someone walks past, but there's no stopping us. Polina one hand under the waistband of my jeans, fumbling with my buttocks. I undo the top button make it easier for her to caress me. I rub my hips against her belly, showing her arousal.

- Let's go home, – I wheezed in her ear, my tongue snaking into it. - Otherwise, I'll fuck you here.

Picking up the tulips in a lively stream that eludes us, we run outside into the subsiding .

- You're a prankster, Max! - Polina was laughing in the apartment as I tore off our wet . I threw the squealing Polina on my shoulder and carried her to the bathroom.

- You betcha! - I'm laughing. - I'm taking after you, Baby!

Under the jets of a hot shower, we continue what we started in the entryway of someone 's house.

- What a beautiful day, – I whisper into her open lips.

- Just like you are today, – she mumbles incoherently, oohing and aahing quietly.