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Subject: {ASSM} The Russian Girl (part 5) (Mf, Teen mast) By Katzmarek
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The continuing story of Lina and Eric.
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Authors Note.
This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the author's views or
attitudes. It contains scenes of sexual activities with a minor
and the author does not condone this. This work may not be
reproduced for profit without the authors express permission. If
you feel you would be offended by the content, or underage please
proceed no further. ..The Katz
The Russian Girl (Part 5)
By Katzmarek
Night and high over the Arctic. Lina is cuddled up beside 'her'
Eric who's snoozing peacefully. The first-class seat is reclined
and the airline rug is spread over their laps. Lina's thoughts
are in a spin and she cannot sleep. Her eyes are wide open and no
act of will seems to be able to close her eyelids.
Lina's thoughts are about America. She considers herself an
American girl now with a brilliant career in front of her. Eric
said she was special and had that certain 'something', an
x-factor he called it. He told her she must study hard,
particularly English.
She already knew many words in English, but sometimes they didn't
come out right and Eric tried to get her to re-pronounce them a
certain way. He told her that when he came to America his parents
spoke three languages around the home, but mostly Russian and
German. He said that when you're young you have a brain like a
sponge and take to different languages easily.
'Her' Eric, she sighed, who had made her into a 'proper' woman
and showed her how to enjoy her body. Most of all he'd showed her
that she was not 'different' or 'damaged' and could enjoy a man's
penis inside her normally, like any other woman. She would always
be grateful for that.
She would be living in a different town from Eric, with a
professor, who was Eric's father. That made her almost like
Eric's sister. He'd told her that he would see her every chance
he could, but they might not be able to have sex.
That disappointed her. She really enjoyed her 'relaxation'
sessions with Eric. It made her so hot and close to him, closer
in a way than she had never been with anyone in her life. Even
little Anya, whom she had held at night but they'd never
pleasured each other, it never occurred to them. Veronica, at the
center, had merely used her to get herself off and it had only
left confusion in her mind.
Of course she'd heard of woman who prefer woman. Before these
beautiful experiences with Eric she'd thought that maybe she'd
like a woman lover. Someone who didn't make too many demands on
her and would treat her with consideration. Above all, someone
who knew how a woman's body worked and could touch her in a good
way. Someone who didn't have a dick to stick into her and hurt
her or spurt their stuff down her throat.
Now Eric had showed her that it didn't have to hurt, that she was
the correct size to take his 'thing' inside her and that with
consideration and love they could 'arrive' beautifully together,
almost at the same time.
Last night he had taken her 'doggy' style. He had pulled her back
onto his thing and fiddled with her 'love button' at the same
time. He had held her against him, growling, as his cock had
pulsed within her, sending her over the edge. The feeling had
been intense for her and Lina was jerking and shaking and
groaning as she ground herself back against him. Afterwards she
cried for a long time and Eric had held her and kissed her.
That had been SO nice when he held her. She knew she'd babbled
out all kinds of things to him that she couldn't remember. He had
just stroked her hair, kissed her and smiled at her.
These thoughts had made Lina a little horny but she couldn't do
anything about it in the airplane. Eric was still sound asleep
and there were people across the aisle. Under the blanket, Lina
reaches between Eric's legs to feel his little pouch. He does not
stir and Lina smiles to herself. With her fingertips she traces
his balls and finds his flaccid penis, all curled up. His hand is
resting on her thigh and she tries to move it up to her crotch
but his elbow won't bend.
She decides to go for second-best and slips out of her seat and
heads back to the toilet. There is not much room, only space for
a can and little basin. She undoes her jeans and slips them down
together with her panties. She feels deliciously naughty sitting
there in an airplane toilet with her pants around her ankles and
her legs splayed open.
She conjures up images and feelings, of Eric between her legs
slowly going in and out. Her nipples ache and she runs a hand
over them, pinching them through her T-shirt and bra. She strokes
her finger in and out of her pussy wishing it was Eric's cock.
She remembers the slight discomfort when he first pushes it into
her to be replaced by those urgent little feelings she gets when
she starts on her 'journey'.
She looks down at her vagina, wide open and slippery, ready to
accept Eric's beautiful hard cock. Her finger is making squishy
noises as she rubs her little button. Her eyes squeeze shut, her
mouth opens, her breathe comes in gasps.
"Oooooooo.....oooohhh", she gasps as she reaches her destination.
She slowly continues her rubbing until she's sure the feelings
have stopped coming.
She silently slips back in the seat beside Eric, replaces his
hand back on her thigh, and reaches with her own hand to cup
Eric's balls. She falls asleep.
I wake with a start. I'm instantly aware of Lina's hand on my
balls. I open my pants and move her hand onto my bare dick. I
look at her and she is still asleep. I lift my arm to put around
her and cuddle her to me. I fall back to sleep.
The Professor meets us at LAX. He gives Lina a big hug and
welcomes her, 'officially' to the US. We all travel in his BMW,
laden down with piles of luggage. Lina wants us to take a detour
past the Foster center.
Everyone runs out of the center when we arrive and there are
squeals and yells and everyone is hugging Lina. She gives out
little dolls and toys she's bought in Russia and shows them the
photographs we took. At least some of them.
Time is moving along and I haul a reluctant Lina away from the
celebration. We are in Anaheim by that evening. Lina launches
into a huge evening meal then passes out on the sofa,
comprehensively jet-lagged. I carry her into bed then crash
myself, on the sofa.
The next morning we tuck down to a big breakfast of pancakes and
dad's strong black coffee.
Mom fusses about and we watch in amazement as Lina tucks into a
second helping. Dad mumbles something about a healthy Russian
appetite.
He announces,
"While you are in this house we will all speak English only,"
deliberately emphasizing each word for Lina's benefit. She nods
and says,
"I want.......speak...English....good.....I want.....be
....actress".
"I want to speak English well...So I can become an actress". Dad
corrects her.
Haltingly she copies word for word what Dad says.
"But not in Eric's movies...until Eric uses his god-given talent
to produce art". He asks her to repeat it while looking
suspiciously at me. "With clothes ON", he adds.
We say our goodbyes while strolling round the garden surrounds of
Furneaux College.
"(Russ) You are my only man", she says. I grip her hand tightly
and reply,
"(Russ) There will be lots of attractive young men at Furneaux,
more your own age. I love you but you need to experience a proper
life with good people."
She cries into my shoulder saying no-one can make her feel the
way I do and please don't forget her and come and visit lots. I
vow that I will, but she must find knew friends. She nods her
head, unconvinced.
I climb into the cab as Lina stands on the sidewalk with a red,
tear-stained face. I complete the ride into town in silence. The
cab driver eventually stops trying to engage me in conversation
and I'm grateful.
Back in town, I give Isabella a call.
Later, my cheek is laying against Isa's squashy left breast. Her
swollen nipple is tickling my chin. She is lightly stroking my
hair and idly talking about fate....again.
"I could make art movies," I tell her, "but there's no money in
them. Anyway, whose going to commission ME to make them"?
She chuckles, "But you DO make art films. 'Sexy First-Time Babes'
was very arty...I thought, .....all those funny camera angles".
"Do you think you'd ever see 'Sexy First Time Babes' on
Sundance"? I ask her.
"First time for....EVERYTHING", she replies with a heartylaugh.
Still later I check into the studio. 'Joey Lube' is between
shots. Some, 'barely eighteen' brunette is sitting at the little
side-table working on some college assignment, naked. Laying on
the bed a stud called; 'Steve' is idly playing with a wilting
erection. Except for the girl, we'd all worked together before.
They all greet me, except the girl who doesn't look up.
"Hey Eric, how was Russia," says Joey.
"Very Russian," I answer, "How's my movie"?
"Episode 4 in the can, just doing some wraps for 5 and 6. Meet
Jenny", he says nodding towards the brunette. The girl looks up
and gives a little wave. "Finkels have signed up some kids from
USC, I've used 5 of them, Jenny's the last one, Sociology or
something right"?
"Anthropology", answers Jenny, clearly bored.
"Whatever", says Joe. It was all the same to him anyway. "How's
that little Russian piece, Eric", he asks.
"Lina's fine, living with my father in Anaheim," I answer
irritably. I don't want her in this conversation.
"Lucky Professor," He says, "I saw her tape, whew!, what a
package".
"How old is the eighteen year old"? I ask, indicating the girl,
changing the subject.
"21". He replies grinning, "did a bit of work for Powers last
year".
"Shit!" I say, "Is that guy still working?" I ask.
"Has to, he divorced that silly bitch last year and she took him
to the cleaners. Now he's broke. Ok kiddies, we're back on".
Jenny gets up and Steve starts to stroke himself vigorously. "As
before, Jenny, you're on top this way," Joey indicates with his
hands, "and remember I want you leaning back."
I leave them to it.
I go for a walk in the park. I'm thinking of my little Lina and
the past few months. I know she will be successful out at Anaheim
and I know it's the right thing, but I feel sorry for myself.
Nothing will be the same now. They say the hardest thing about
love is the 'letting go' and I guess they must be right. She will
become less and less dependent on me as she finds a new life,
and, I've changed forever.
The studio had confirmed that. I couldn't have cared less about
the work and the gossip and the girls. It's an incestuous world
where everyone knows everyone who knows............And it's
frankly boring me to tears.
The next few days are hectic for Lina. She has but a couple of
days for orientation before she must attend her first classes.
The immersion type class in the English language is run by
Furneaux for new immigrants. She will have a month of these
before she starts at the local high-school. In the new year a
place is being set aside for her at the Furneaux School of
Performing Arts. It pays to have a Professor as a sponsor.
Lina walks around the gardens that surround Furneaux's
English-style red brick buildings. The college was built as a
result of an endowment by a rich industrialist in the 1920's.
It's lavish surrounds and pristine buildings have been maintained
by private subscription ever since.
It seems like an oasis to Lina. Set in the 'desert' of a
sprawling American suburb. He lives in the 'staff annex', a
community of faculty members and their families set in it's own
part of the grounds. Everything she would need was close at hand,
within walking distance. A suburban mall was situated just out of
the college grounds, with shops and a multi-plex cinema.
She has been given a map and a list of instructions. As part of
orientation, she is expected to find various locations within the
college.
She finds Latin script more familiar now. If she doesn't
understand an instruction she's expected to ask someone, in
English.
That night there's to be an orientation disco. It is suppose to
allow the students to interact socially. There'll be people from
all over the world, particularly Asia, attending and Lina is
looking forward to it. She's never been to any kind of dance in
her life.
In the afternoon, Helge takes Lina shopping for a suitable
costume to wear tonight. She chooses a purple outfit consisting
of a crop-top, which leaves two inches of mid-riff bare, and a
pair of hip-hugging trousers with a low waist-line. It fits like
a glove.
After having a lecture by the Professor and his wife on the
dangers of predatory teenage males, Lina arrives at the disco.
She is overwhelmed at first by the noise and the bright lights
but is caught up in the excitement being generated around her by
the throngs of young people.
On entry, Lina is given a nametag which includes the little
tricolor flag of Russia. She becomes aware of the uniqueness of
her appearance, a willowy blond girl among a sea of mostly Asian
faces. Everyone is soon dancing and Lina is quickly pulled into
the crowd. She quickly adjusts to her surroundings and is soon
gyrating and bouncing about with the other dancers.
She notices that her 'abductor' is a tall, slim good-looking
youth with 'Mischa' on his name tag, together with the flag of
the Ukraine. She immediately likes the guy. Years living on the
streets has given her keen judgement about people.
Mischa is very 'pretty', and he has a leery grin on his face
which serves to accentuate his good looks. After a while dancing
they fall-in naturally together. They walk outside ,where it is
quieter, and talk about themselves.
Mischa comes from Odessa, the son of a research Scientist who is
working for a local Chemical company. He is 17years old and hopes
to become a dancer. Lina thinks he moves like a cat, all fluid
and grace. And he smells nice too, maybe his after-shave or a dab
of Cologne.
Either it's the lovely company or the boom-boom of the music,
Lina feels like dancing some more. Outside there's a circular
rose garden that's lit with floodlights. She suddenly gets up and
prances around in time to the music. Mischa quickly gets up and
follows her. The pair are soon showing each other dance steps and
leaping around. At one point Mischa picks her up, round the
mid-riff, and lifts her high in the air as if she weighs nothing.
She shrieks, flinging her arms out like a dove in flight.
When Mischa sets her down, Lina is flushed with excitement.
Mischa holds onto her a little longer than is necessary, their
bright eyes communicating volumes to each other. Lina tenses
herself for a kiss, but it does not come. Disappointed, she
follows him inside for the closing speeches.
Misch walks Lina home to the annex. They stroll silently in the
peaceful gardens hand in hand, lost in their own thoughts.
Eventually they arrive at the house and , in the shade of the
large oak tree by the drive, Mischa kisses her. Lina thinks it's
ok, but rather chaste, more like friends. She holds Mischa by the
face and brings him down for a 'proper' kiss.
Lina opens her mouth and brushes her tongue over Mischa's lips.
Mischa responds to the intrusion and opens his own mouth. Soon
their tongues are dancing with one another. Mischa's arms
encircle her, one hand snakes it's way through her hair to caress
the back of her head. His other hand roves over her back to rest
for a brief moment, on her bottom.
Lina thinks his hands are soft and expressive. She has a rush of
feeling when she feels him brush her ass. She wants him to leave
it there. She wants him to want her. His lips are on her neck,
she is aware if his crotch against the waste-band of her
trousers.
All too soon he backs away. She is breathless as he says goodbye,
giving her one last peck on the cheek. She watches him go then
rushes inside. The Professor is still up waiting for her and asks
her questions about the evening. She answers as briefly as she
can and retreats into her bedroom.
Professor Vya'scheshev observes Lina's healthy, flushed, teenage
demeanor and goes to bed. There is something innocently erotic
about the girl, he thinks. She charges the very air around her
with electricity.
He enters the bedroom he shares with his wife, Helge.
"Ay..ay..ay.. she is not 5 minutes in the country and already she
attracts the boys like flies." He tells his wife.
"She's certainly put a spring in your step", she replies.
"Huh!.. and in my son... I'm afraid."
"I wish he would get out of that business, it's..
not...wholesome" says Helge.
"He treads his own path......".
"I know...", she interrupts, "but......". She doesn't know what
to say.
Ready for bed the Professor climbs in next to his wife.
Helge Vya'scheshev is reading as her husband settles in beside
her. She has an elegance and grace accentuated by her 58 years.
Her thick brown hair, suffused with strands of silver is tied
back from her face. Her reading glasses are balanced on her
nose.
Her husband puts his arm around her and bends for a kiss. He
lingers on her familiar lips.
"Mmm... what's got into you", asks his wife.
The Professor looks down at Helge's ample bust and smiles. He
idly slips the strap of her nightgown down her shoulder to expose
the soft white expanse of her right breast.
"They're not as young as hers", she tells her husband. Gregorii
kisses her just above the nipple.
"Aye, but much nicer.... much nicer." Says the Professor as he
closes on the thick nipple.
"Liar!" laughs Helge, as her hand presses her husband's head
against her chest.
Lina is laying on her bed, still dressed. Her head is too full of
thoughts to enable her to sleep. She listens to the barely
audible noises emanating from her Guardians room. She picks up
the cell-phone given to her by Eric and dials a pre-programmed
number.
I was in the twilight zone between sleep and consciousness when
the phone rings. I jerk awake and grab my cell-phone from the
night-table. I quickly glance at Isabella beside me, she doesn't
stir.
"Hello?" I say.
"(Russ) Eric?.. this is Lina, I'm sorry it's so late but I wanted
to talk to you.... To hear your voice."
"(Russ) Lina?, is everything alright".
"(Russ) Yes, I just.... miss you."
"(Russ) I miss you too... Lina,. .how is life with my... our
parents"?
"(Russ) They're nice to me... listen," she drops her voice, " I
have met someone.. a boy".
I try and mask my disappointment,
"(Russ) Great ..who is he"?
"(Russ) Mischa, a Ukrainian, from Odessa, he's 17, and he's a
dancer".
'Mischa the dancer', I'm thinking, 'what a clich.' But I tell
her,
"(Russ) Sounds nice Lina, where did you meet him"?
"(Russ) At the dance, ....it's was so much fun....we danced
outside by this big garden...in the moonlight.. it was so
romantic...Oh Eric ..I'm sorry.. you don't mind"? She says in a
rush.
'Of course I minded', but I tell her,
"(Russ) Sounds like a nice time".
"(Russ) Yes! and he kissed me goodnight, ....Eric .he kissed so
well... he was shy at first.. but then he opens his mouth...and I
kind of fell in..", she laughs. "And he was hard", she giggles,
"I think he likes me".
"(Russ) Sounds like it ..and do you like him"?
"(Russ) I think so... at least not like you of course... his
hands are soft.. like yours... but he doesn't know how to use
them.. like you". She gabbles. " I wish you were here now Eric..
I miss our massages".
"(Russ) So do I", I say, " and your mouth, your neck, your feet,
your hair, ..."
"(Russ) Ha ha, stop it Eric, you're getting me all hot",
"(Russ) Sounds like you're hot already," I tell her. " What are
you going to do about it"? I ask.
"(Russ) About it?...Oh.. I see.. I'll probably rub...my little
button.. before I go to sleep".
I was getting horny with the conversation,
"(Russ) Why don't you rub yourself now... I'll talk to you".
"(Russ) Do you want to .....listen while ...I rub"?
"(Russ) Sure," I answer, "I'd like that".
"(Russ) Wait a minute while I undress, I'll have to put down the
phone." There's a series of rustling sounds until Lina comes back
on.
"(Russ) There, I'm undressed,"
"(Russ) Mmm I wish I was there, babe, I would be licking those
lovely little nipples of yours".
"(Russ) Mmm, I'd like that, would you rub me with your hands"?
"(Russ) Yes, all over, on your bottom, your tits, legs, shoulders
and your beautiful face. On your hot little pussy...."
"(Russ) Oh Eric...so ..hot...is...is ...your 'thing'... hard?..
right now"?
"(Russ) Yes, babe... thinking of your sweet body.... My cock is
so hard..... my hand is on it.. thinking of you.... Your
mouth...".
I hear her ragged breathing through the phone, it makes me so
excited ..I stroke my erection, trying to imagine the scene in
Anaheim. My thigh is in contact with Isa's bare ass beside me. I
grab a tissue in preparation for the coming eruption.
"(Russ) Eric....there....nearly......I want to.......oh
Eric.....oh..oh....oooo...". Says her lilting voice.
"(Russ) Oh...Eric....thank you...must rest now.........bye". And
she was gone.
I'm left hanging, so I turn on to my side and slide my dick
between Isa's cheeks. She gives a little start but doesn't wake.
I try to get off sliding it along Isa's slippery, bald pussy but
in the end I give up. It's too awkward so I roll over and go back
to sleep.
Lina too has got into bed, still nude. She enjoyed making herself
'arrive' with Eric's help. The only thing is, she couldn't decide
whether it was Eric's face she pictured...or Mischa's.
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