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NATALYA
“So, how big is it?”
I nearly choke on my iced tea. Ilya and I are lying out poolside, just steps away from the pool house on my father’s property—my new home since my graduation. The subject of the day, as per usual, is Andrei.
This is my fault. Ilya was the first person I called after I lost my virginity to him last spring. Ever since, my best friend has seemed to be champing at the bit for any intimate detail of my sexual encounters with him.
“Come on,” Ilya persists. She turns over on her side to face me. “You can’t just tell me that you’re fucking now without any follow-up at all.”
“Keep it down,” I hiss at her, glancing across the still, blue water of the pool to the back door of the main house. “You know what my father will do to me if he ever finds out, right?”
Ilya shrugs. Her cat-like blue eyes turn up slightly as she smirks at me. “Can’t be any worse than how he treats you on a normal day.”
“You have no idea how much worse it can be,” I mutter. I lean back on the lounge chair and pull my sunglasses down over my eyes. “He’s a tyrant when he’s not ignoring me completely.”
I glance down at my bathing suit. I chose my black bikini today. It’s plain and offers about as much coverage as possible and still be classified as a bikini. Lately, the only time my father even notices me is when I’m half naked in some way, shape, or form. Then, all of a sudden, he cares about my virtue and wants me to cover up. I’ve had to hide five of my other bathing suits because he’d said they were too revealing.
“At least he’s letting you stay home,” Ilya says. “Leni just got home from college break last week and found out her parents turned her room into a home gym. She had to stay in a hotel the whole time she was here.”
Leni. Our high school friend, also known as the ‘pacer’ since every time she got in trouble, the other parents in our neighborhood tightened the reins on us. I lost count of how many penances we’ve had to pay for her sins. I sigh and respond with, “I honestly don’t know what’s worse. I’m dealing with a man who owns a mansion with five bedrooms and he puts me out in the pool house.”
“I wouldn’t complain,” she says with a snicker. “I mean, if he did give you your old room back, you just know he’d be hovering over you and listening to your phone calls. At least this way, we can chat about Andrei’s dick in semi-privacy.”
I utter a short chuckle and settle in to enjoy the sun. I’m not planning to be out here long, but it’s a beautiful day and I wanted to at least get a little sun. Being a redhead, I’m usually so pale that I glow in the dark. Nice sun-kissed skin suits me better.
Also, it’s nice to hang out with Ilya. Since graduation, we’ve pretty much been inseparable. The years that I was away at school, I missed her so much. I thought with our going to different colleges, she’d find other friends and forget all about me. Now that I’m home for good, that’s all behind us. It’s like we picked up right where we left off.
“It was a good size, okay?” I say softly so that my voice doesn’t carry over the pool water and to the back door. “Not too big and not too small. Average.”
Ilya shakes her head. “Shame. Your first one had to be average.”
I laugh. “We all can’t be lucky enough to ride horse cock for our first times.”
She laughs with me and says, “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Mark was entirely too big for any human woman.” She’s speaking of her ex, Mark Linniman. He was the star basketball player in school and had to be six foot seven. He had gigantic feet… and according to Ilya, the dick of a thoroughbred.
“I don’t know what I would do if Andrei were too big for me,” I say. “I mean… what do you do, anyway? You can’t just… lie there, right?”
“I should have kicked him out,” she says listlessly. “Just not taken it. You know, I thought he broke something inside me after that. I had to wear a pad for days after.”
I snort. “Imagine if you’d gone to the hospital.”
“Oh, my God!” she exclaims. “I’d die. I’d just expire right there in the hospital bed. My parents would have to write, ‘Here lies Ilya Azarin. Her pussy was brutally murdered by a monster cock’.”
We both devolve into laughter, nearly falling out of our chairs. We finally get ourselves together, wiping tears from our eyes. Ilya asks, “So, Andrei’s the one, you think? I mean… he’s the guy you finally gave it up to after all this time.”
“I think so,” I say. “He’s intelligent, comes from a good family, has a bright future ahead of him. He’s attractive and in shape. We’ve got a lot in common.”
I’m not looking at her, but I can tell she’s staring at me with those skeptical cat’s eyes. “Why does it sound like you’re trying to sell him to me? I don’t need convincing.”
I shrug and look up at the passing clouds through the pink tint of my sunglasses. “Just practicing, I guess.”
Ilya goes quiet, then she sits up in full understanding of the thing I’m not saying. “Nat.”
“I’m going to tell him,” I tell her. “I was planning on it.”
“I know. You said after you graduate. That was almost a month ago.”
