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|THE YOUNG TIGERS AND THE SUGAR LUMPS (standard:romance, 2898 words)|
|Author: siromah||Added: Oct 30 2006||Views/Reads: 1756/1164||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is real story from my yearly years.|
THE YOUNG TIGERS AND THE SUGAR LUMPS By Siromah A small resort on the Adriatic coast. The train was rolling slowly to the south, winding like a snake between the rocks. The last three coaches were filled with teenagers from the Vladimir Ilyich Lenin High School in Sarajevo. They were going on a one-week vacation on the Adriatic. There came another tunnel. The girls shrieked hysterically in the pitch-dark compartments. A couple of minutes passed. Just enough for the young tigers who were looking forward to that opportunity to reach under the girls' skirts and touch their silky white thighs. Or to get a kiss. Or perhaps a slap in the face. "I love you," Goggles whispered lustfully from the corner and his hand travelled down to the half-naked, milk-white thighs. The girl sitting next to him was a living Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Her bright blue eyes were the colour of violets. Her eyebrows were like thin snakes curving below a dignified forehead. Her lips were deep red, like flaming ruby. Her golden tresses fell in waves on her gently rounded shoulders. Her breasts - two exotic hills - were the fifth and the sixth wonders of the world. Her flat belly was like a plain stretching smoothly towards her slender thighs. Her feet were so small and delicate that Cinderella's slippers would certainly fit them. The most beautiful thing about her, however, was her voice which had the ring of chimes. There could hardly be a sweeter, more melodious voice. She was definitely a goddess of love. Wherever she went, she created a furore. All eyes followed her: men's brimming with lust, women's with envy and admiration. "You're simply awful," she protested. He ran his fingers over the thin silk dress, following gently her body's curves. "You're amazing," Goggles whispered softly in her ear. "I'm crazy about you!" His tongue flicked down her slender neck and the girl moaned. "How can you be so beautiful, my love?" "Stop it... please..." she gasped, trying to push his hands away. "Stop it... or I'll tell the supervisor." She tried to put a ring of threat into her voice. The train came out of the tunnel and the compartment was suddenly full of bright sunlight. The teens promptly sat back as if nothing had happened. Only Goggles was late and a loud smack left a red mark on his face. "Who do you think you are! Brute!" The boy gave her a sullen look but said nothing and cringed in the corner. "I hope the supervisor didn't notice," he thought to himself. He already had two transgressions on his record. Just one more and they would kick him out of the school. At that point Goggles remembered his stepfather's heavy hand. He wiped his blurred spectacles clean and looked out of the compartment. The Komsomol secretary and two female teachers were standing outside in the corridor. Goggles could hear the maths teacher's hearty laughter. She was young, she had just graduated from the university, and she was single. Some of the students swore they had seen the Komsomol secretary kiss her in his office. Goggles was sure they were telling the truth, for he knew the guy was a notorious womanizer. "Goddam tomcat," the boy thought. Can't take his eyes off girls' legs. While he was striding up and down the classroom, he would watch the girls' breasts. His favourite teaching method was to make a girl sit in his lap while he was giving the class a lecture about the Communist Party... "Is everything alright?" The Komsomol secretary opened the compartment door and gave the teenagers a suspicious look. "Ana felt faint for a moment but she is much better now," the chubby girl sitting next to Goggles put in tactfully. Goggles licked his suddenly dry lips and his eyes thanked her for her resourcefulness. "How much longer to Cervena Zvezda?" "Another three hours and we're there." The supervisor pointed a finger at them. "Behave yourselves or you'll not be getting any television tonight." The Komsomol secretary went back to the corridor and resumed his flirting with the two young teachers. "Saved your ass, didn't I," the fat girl whispered to Goggles. "I'll ask you for a favour..." She hesitated for a moment. "When the next tunnel comes... will you please remain in your seat... will you do that for me please?" "Okay." Goggles frowned and thought to himself: why wouldn't she leave me alone that fat bitch? "I'll do anything in the world for you," he whispered to her instead. "Stop kidding me," she complained. "You never pay any attention to me. I kept sending you love letters and you never responded. You didn't even come to my birthday party!" "Please forgive me. It's my poor memory. I'm such a scatterbrain." Goggles tried to talk his way out of the fix. "You never forget when you have a date with Ana, do you? I saw you running your hands all over her on a bench in the park! You..." Her Click here to read the rest of this story (173 more lines)
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