Transformation by Vodka

I felt the hardened nipples and for the first time heard her deep sigh. Touching the tongues from which sticky saliva was abundantly dripping no longer posed a problem for me. I quietly moaned as my pelvis began to arch and move uncontrollably in all directions. The increasingly violent movements of our bodies intertwined us into an inseparable knot on the soft carpet. Sanja slipped a finger between my labia and with quick, short movements teased my clitoris.

I was introduced to Sanja by my classmate, her neighbor. Since Sanja is in the fourth grade and I am in the third, we are in opposite shifts, so I only saw her in passing. The first thing I started to notice was that she liked to wear shirts without a bra; I compared my small breasts to her lush and beautifully rounded ones. I was somewhat envious, feeling that no boy looked at me because I was flat as a board. She, on the other hand, with her graceful body and open face with juicy lips, framed by shiny black hair, attracted attention wherever she appeared.

At the end of the first month of school, we met in the hallway, and she invited me to a party at her apartment the following Saturday. I was somewhat flattered that she chose me, even though we barely knew each other. It seemed really cool to be friends with her.

That evening, about ten girls and boys gathered, mostly older than me, and we slowly drank vodka and got drunk while listening to music and joking around. I quickly got tipsy, and my head started to spin. I slowly sank into darkness with nausea in my stomach.

The next thing I remember is a light touch of a hand on my forearm. The haze in my head cleared a bit, and I saw Sanja's face close by swaying along with the whole room. She gently ran her palm down to my shoulder, saying, “Little one, be careful what you do next time; I've been waiting an hour for you to come back from your coma.” That touch made my back tingle, and I didn't know how to react. My whole body trembled as her silky palm slipped into my hair. At that moment, leaning very close to my ear, she whispered, “I've noticed your glances for a long time. It's late, and we're alone in the apartment. Just be quiet.”

Suddenly coming to full consciousness, everything became clear to me. However, in the lower part of my abdomen, I felt a fierce burning and a brief, light cramp deep inside. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and my palms instantly became damp from the galloping feeling of panic. “Don't…” was all I managed to say tremulously before her palm on my neck was replaced by hot, soft lips. The burning in my stomach spread throughout my body. I trembled more intensely, feeling tears of ecstasy welling up in my eyes. Something snapped inside me, and I lost control over my body.

She quickly pulled my shirt over my head and began sucking on my swollen nipples with her wet lips. She would circle them with her tongue and then suck them hard. My hand moved on its own to her knee, which was exposed beneath her lifted skirt. I felt the velvety skin while a thousand hellish gongs and church bells echoed in my head. Very quickly, I was completely naked, surrendering with relief to her warm and affectionate hands.

She took off her shirt and skirt, took my hands, and pressed them against her perfectly round breasts. I slowly squeezed them, indescribably enjoying their supple elasticity. I felt the hardened nipples and for the first time heard her deep sigh. Touching the tongues from which sticky saliva was abundantly dripping no longer posed a problem for me. I quietly moaned as my pelvis began to arch and move uncontrollably in all directions. The increasingly violent movements of our bodies intertwined us into an inseparable knot on the soft carpet. Sanja slipped a finger between my labia and with quick, short movements teased my clitoris. I tried to do the same, astonished at the first touch, as her clitoris was completely smooth, without a single hair, protruding and exceptionally soft. A balloon of pleasure grew inside me; I was breathless and squealed increasingly loudly. Sanja withdrew her hand and smeared my face with my own wetness. I was on the verge of explosion. She pressed her palm over my mouth, lifted one leg, and pressed her slippery clitoris tightly against mine. It took just a few strong thrusts for us to reach climax with passionate convulsions throughout our bodies. Ocean waves of pure lust carried me endlessly.

Memories of that night are a month-long ban on going out due to returning at dawn, but also a strong clenching between my legs at every encounter with Sanja. Memories of that wonderful night captivate both my dreams and my waking life, and they are so strong that, not without trepidation, I can hardly wait for them to stop being just memories.