Chapter 27: Everything

September 16, 1983, McKinley, Ohio

The week had flown by, which surprised me. I had thought the anticipation of Tasha's visit would make things drag, but given how busy I was with school, studying, homework, working in the lab, church, and karate, and making time for friends, the time had passed very quickly. Deacon Vasily had called Doctor Blahnik on Tuesday evening and was obviously satisfied because Tasha had called afterwards to tell me everything was still on.

The only minor glitch was what to say to Kimiko. The situation was a bit tricky because having expressed interest, there was some kind of relationship, but we also weren't officially dating. That would be the next step if it ever came. The best word I could think of for the current situation was 'pre-dating', and the obligations it imposed, if I understood correctly, were minimal. I didn't want to offend her or create a potentially serious rift, so I simply told her I'd be away from Friday afternoon until Sunday evening.

I had no real concerns about Kristin, as our relationship was about as casual as a relationship involving sex could possibly be. I told her I would be spending the weekend with a friend, and she'd accepted a date for Friday night with a Senior. I knew at some point she'd find someone she'd want to date regularly, and that would be the end of our regular thrice-weekly dances. They were something I enjoyed, but Kristin was so adamantly opposed to going to church that our relationship could never be anything more than physical.

"What's your plan?" Clarissa asked as I packed a bag with clothes and toiletries.

"We'll go out to dinner and then get ice cream. Then we'll head back to Doctor Blahnik's house."

"And?" she asked with a silly smile.

I stopped packing and turned to stare directly at Clarissa.

"Want me to show you?" I asked.

She breathed in sharply, "Now?"

"If you want," I replied. "I can't tell you, but I will show you if you really want me to."

"You know it's not time for that!" she exclaimed.

"That's true, but it's nice to know I can wind YOU up!"

"I've created a monster!" Clarissa laughed. "Finish packing so you can be there when Tasha arrives and drags you straight to the bedroom!"

"I believe she'll have more willpower than that," I grinned.

Clarissa started laughing and shaking her head, "Yeah, right! She's been thinking about this for two weeks, and I bet she's ready to explode!"

"And I say she shows proper restraint."

"What's the wager, Petrovich?"

I smiled evilly, "I can think of a few things!"

"Go on," she said, shaking her head.

"Remember the Coke bottle?" I smirked.

"Oh, right, the lesbian is going to give you a blowjob on a bet! And what could YOU offer as YOUR side? You'd get WAY too much pleasure from doing that to me!"

"Can we be serious for a moment?" I asked.

"Sure. What?"

"That's a topic we'll need to discuss. I don't mean just that specific thing, but what is, and what isn't, acceptable if we get to that point."

"Petrovich, if I can't give myself completely to you, and you to me, in that way, then it'll never work. I promise I'll tell you before it gets that far."

I nodded, "Good. And thanks."

"We both know this is a serious longshot. And we both want to be careful."

"I agree. I'd rather not do it than have it mess things up."

"Same here."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"The same thing YOU are!" Clarissa laughed. "Only without a penis involved!"

"I could sacrifice..." I smirked.

"Sacrifice?! Riiiight!" Clarissa exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

I finished packing, we exchanged a hug and then left my room. I put up the note I'd written, which said I was away and that either Teri on our floor or Norm on the seventh floor would handle anything which arose while I was away. Clarissa and I hugged again, and when the elevator arrived, she went down the hall, and I rode down to the lobby. I walked to my car, tossed my bag in the passenger seat, then got in and headed to Doctor Blahnik's house.

"Hi, Mike!" Milena gushed when she opened the door.

We exchanged a hug, and she gave me a quick peck on the lips, then led me to the guest room, where I put my bag on the bed.

"There are three sets of clean sheets in the bottom dresser drawer, four sets of fresh towels in the bathroom, along with apple blossom bubble bath. There's a bottle of red wine, a corkscrew, and two glasses on the desk. Tomorrow, my mom, Derek, and I will leave early and not come back until late, so you'll have the entire house to yourself. Mom said you could use the whirlpool if you wanted."

"Thanks. I really appreciate it. How are things with Joel?"

"You know he talked to your friend Mr. Malenkov, and that led to two possible positions, one of which is with the bank. He had that phone interview today and told me it went well. He has the other one, which is with a CPA firm in Columbus, on Monday. He also heard from a manufacturing company where he sent his résumé."

"Cool!"

"You're still planning on going out to dinner?"

"Yes."

"OK. Mom and Derek will probably be here when you get back, but I'll be out with Deb and some other friends. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen, and if you want to use the music room, it's available for you."

"I owe you and your mom a lot!"

Milena smiled, "Make it great for Tasha, Mike. I know you can!"

"I'll do my best!"

She winked, gave me a quick peck on the lips, then left the room. I unpacked my bag, then went to wait in the living room. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I hopped up to answer it.

"Mishka!" Tasha squealed.

I extended my arms, and she dropped her bag and melted into my arms. We exchanged a soft kiss, then I released her and picked up her bag. I led her into the house, where we kicked off our shoes and went into the guest room.

"Do you want to unpack?" I asked.

"You think I brought clothes?"

"If not, then what's in your bag?" I smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?!"

"My plan was to take you to dinner at a nice restaurant, buy you some ice cream, and then we'll come back here."

"To do what, Mikhail Petrovich?"

"Relieve you of your terrible burden!"

Tasha laughed, "The one I have wanted to be relieved of ever since I was fourteen?"

"That's the one!"

"And what is it you intend to do?" she asked demurely.

"Anything you want!"

"Everything, Mishka," she breathed. "Everything."

She quickly unpacked her bag, then asked to use the phone so that she could call home to let her mom know she'd arrived safely. I had to guess the questions her mom was asking, but with the conversation in Russian and the need to decline nouns, pronouns, and adjectives, it was much easier to figure out what her mom had said.

"She made you promise to behave and promise you wouldn't do anything inappropriate, didn't she?" I asked when Tasha hung up.

"Of course! But if you think my mom doesn't know EXACTLY what is going to happen this weekend, you are probably too clueless to know how to do what she knows we're going to do!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you think my mom is clueless, Mishka?"

"But knowing about this weekend?"

"Mike," Tasha said with a soft smile, "how difficult do you think it is for a mother who had the same feelings as a teenager to figure it out?"

"But your dad didn't?"

"Because he trusts YOU! He doesn't trust me or Sasha!"

"Obviously!" I chuckled. "And I'm worried about what Sasha might do. She was VERY jealous of the car. You being able to visit for the weekend only made it worse."

"She really can't do anything to me at this point. Once she made the false accusation and it failed, it meant she wouldn't be able to make it again. If she did, she wouldn't be believed. You know my dad thought we had done it, and once it turned out we hadn't, Sasha's accusations could never be a problem. So even if she goes to him and tells him that you and I spent the entire weekend making love, he won't believe her!"

"Well played," I chuckled. "Worthy of the best «бабушка» (babushka)!"

"Thank you! Let's go to dinner now! The sooner we go, the sooner we can be back here!"

"And do what, Natalya Vasilyevna?" I asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Everything!"

We left the bedroom and then left the house. We got into my Mustang, and I drove to the steakhouse. We had a very nice dinner, then went to Verner's for ice cream. When we finished our ice cream, we headed back to Doctor Blahnik's house. I parked on the street, and then Tasha and I walked into the house, then into the bedroom. I turned on the compact stereo and tuned to a soft rock station.

"Mishka?" Tasha said softly.

"What?"

"Undress for me; I want to see you."

I turned and locked the door, then turned back to face Tasha, who had sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked expectantly at me, waiting for me to act. I smiled at her, then unbuttoned the three buttons of my polo and pulled it over my head. I dropped it on the chair, then unbuckled my belt and pulled it from the loops. I rolled it up and set it on top of the polo. I unbuttoned my khakis, drew down the zipper, then pushed them down and stepped out of them. I folded my pants, put them on a chair, removed my socks, then, without missing a beat, simply stripped off my briefs, allowing my erection to spring free. I put the socks and briefs on the chair and then stood straight, facing Tasha.

"Wow," Tasha breathed in amazement.

"Will you let me see you?" I asked.

She stood up and spoke softly, "Yes, but you have to undress me."

I nodded and walked over to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I took her hand and drew her up. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pushed it off her shoulders, then gently slid it off one arm, then the other. I turned and put it on the loveseat, then turned back to Tasha and reached behind her to unhook her bra. I slid the straps from her shoulders, and the bra fell away. I barely caught it before it fell to the floor because my eyes were focused on Tasha's breasts.

"Perfect," I inhaled, awestruck.

I was so tempted to touch them or kiss them, but that wasn't what Tasha had asked for, and I was determined to fulfill her every request. I found the zipper on her skirt, drew it down, and held the waist as I lowered it. Tasha stepped out of the skirt, and I placed it on the loveseat. Without pause, I turned and carefully pushed her pantyhose down and helped her step out of them, revealing a tangle of soft, blonde pubic hair and glistening, blood-engorged labia. I put the pantyhose with the rest of her clothes, then turned back to face her.

"You're beautiful, Tasha."

"Make love to me, Mike. Then we'll do everything!"

I moved to the side of the bed and pulled down the comforter and top sheet, then took Tasha's hand and helped her into the bed. I climbed in after her, and we lay side-by-side, facing each other. I leaned forward slightly and touched my lips to Tasha's. Her lips parted, and we exchanged a soft French kiss. I gently pushed Tasha onto her back and moved on top of her. She spread her legs, and I nestled my glans against her labia.

"Make love to me, Mishka," she whispered, pushing her hips up slightly. "Make me a woman."

I grasped my shaft and rubbed it along her slick labia, then gently pressed forward. Tasha gasped as I penetrated her, the tip of my glans blocked by her maidenhead. Tasha whimpered softly and moved her legs around my thighs. Her hands found my butt and encouraged me, urging me forward. A quick flex of my hips and a shift of my weight and I felt the barrier give way. Tasha sucked in her breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and then let her breath out.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered, flexing her hips and pulling on my butt.

I drew back a bit, then pushed forward again until I was halfway in. Tasha took another deep breath and let it out, then encouraged me once again. I drew back and, this time pushed forward firmly and buried myself inside the girl of my dreams, her silky, virginal tunnel grasping me tightly, her muscles rippling along my entire shaft.

"Mishka?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"Love me."

I moved my lips to hers, and as our tongues met, I pulled back, then slid forward to completely fill her, grinding against her. Tasha moaned into my mouth, and I drew back once again. When I pushed forward, she rolled her hips to meet me. I ground against her, pulled back again, then slid forward as she thrust her hips upward, searching for the motion that provided the most pleasure. After a few more thrusts, we developed a slow, loving rhythm.

As we made love, Tasha moaned continuously into my mouth, and when we broke our French kisses, she gasped for breath. Without warning, she tightened her legs around my thighs, thrust her hips up firmly, and groaned loudly. Her vaginal muscles squeezed my shaft tightly, but she was so slick that I slid completely into her. I ground against her, and she gasped and held me tightly with her arms and legs.

"Oh my!" she gasped. "Oh my!"

I kissed her again, and we resumed our gentle thrusts, though there was more urgency to Tasha's movements. That first orgasm had shown her what was possible, and she was obviously determined to have another one. It came quicker than the first and was stronger and longer. This time, I continued moving and prolonged her pleasure.

"Oh, Mishka," she moaned. "Love me!"

Tasha's third and fourth orgasms came in quick succession, and her fifth one followed almost as quickly. Her movements became frantic as her pleasure built towards her sixth, and when it crashed over her, I pushed in deeply and joined her in pleasure, exploding deep inside her and filling her with warm, sticky fluid.

We lay together for several minutes until I softened and slipped from her, causing her to whimper. I moved from on top of her and lay on my back, pulling her close to cuddle me. She put her head on my shoulder and threw one leg over me. It took a few minutes before her ragged breathing normalized.

"I should never have made you promise!" she said dreamily.

"Yes, you should have. This was the right time, Tasha. The perfect time."

"And it was perfect!" she sighed.

I felt Tasha shift and look down.

"There's blood," she said. "Just a bit, but you have proof I was untouched."

"I didn't need proof, Tasha. I was sure."

"Perhaps you should wash," she said.

"You don't want to do it again?"

"I said everything, Mishka. Go wash, and you can have a special reward!"

"You don't have to, Tasha."

"Everything, Mishka. I want to do it. For you. All of it. Go wash so I can take you in my mouth."

She moved away a bit, and I got out of bed. I went into the bathroom and used a washcloth to remove our combined fluids, including a trace of Tasha's virginal blood. When I finished, I went back to the bedroom and saw Tasha sitting up. She patted the bed next to her, and I got in, leaning against the pillows just as she was.

"I've never done this before," she whispered. "I hope you like it."

She slid down a bit and put her hand on my flaccid shaft. She began exploring, tracing her fingers along my shaft. She giggled, squeezed my shaft, blew gently on my glans, then planted a soft kiss on it. Blood quickly flowed, and I became hard, growing in her hand. She kissed me again, then tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked along the slit of my glans. I groaned softly at the pleasure I felt, as well as the thrill of watching her do it.

"You liked that?" she asked without looking up.

"Yes," I whispered.

She licked again, running her tongue along the slit, then planting another kiss on my glans. I groaned softly again and breathed in sharply when she opened her mouth and gently sucked on the tip of my shaft. I felt and watched her lips move, ever so slowly, down my shaft until she had about two inches in her mouth. She sucked softly and ran her fingers along my shaft. About a minute later, she released me and looked up.

"OK?"

I nodded, "Yes."

She lowered her head, and I watched and felt her take me into her mouth again, this time taking about four inches. Despite her complete inexperience, watching her teach herself how to pleasure me was so erotic that I'd have no problem having an orgasm simply from her gently sucking me and stroking my shaft with her hand.

Tasha slowly lifted up and released me, then took me into her mouth again. As had happened when we made love, she experimented, slowly developing a rhythm — sucking and stroking as she bobbed her head. My pleasure quickly built, and my shaft twitched. Tasha didn't stop her motions, and thirty seconds later, I groaned, and the first spurt of cum shot into her mouth. She didn't stop moving, accepting each spurt as it came, filling her mouth. When she sensed I was done, she slowly released me, and I watched her throat move as she swallowed.

"Fantastic," I breathed, pulling her gently to me to kiss.

"Mishka, I need to rinse," she protested.

I ignored her and pulled her close, and when our lips touched, I pressed my tongue into her mouth. We French kissed for a couple of minutes before I broke the kiss.