Red... an intense scarlet color, the sky It seemed to surround her in that color. The sun itself seemed bloody, staining

Red... an intense scarlet color, the sky It seemed to surround her in that color. The sun itself seemed bloody, staining no not only the sky, but everything that the eye could see was intensely reddish... and that It also included her, Azahar. His black uniform contrasted with his face, very pale, his eyes, light green, and his hair, too reddish... but in that evening, all that disappeared under the torrent of red that poured on her... although at school they had realized her exaggerated paleness. To tell the truth, it was a pale strange, since, as quickly as she was white as a paper, as she blushed to the extreme, as he lost his color again, all so abruptly, that It made me fear that he was going to faint, or that he was suffering from something serious. Therefore, the nuns from the Sacred Heart boarding school, where Azahar studied the one that already It would be her last course before university, they had sent her to the nursing. "The little girl only has weakness" - there was said the doctor - "Let her come out, let her get some air, and let her walk. A gentle exercise It will come in handy." Thus, Azahar was condemned to go out for a walk every day. the afternoons. She would have preferred to stay safe, within the walls of the school, but the same doctor sent her to her doom. Azahar knew very well What was causing him that strange agitation that he had been feeling for days... but not I could tell. It was something dirty, indecent... it was a sin. And knowing that he There was... Knowing that she had been discovered made her feel dying of shame, which Without a doubt, it was his punishment for the fault committed... for his sin. At first, in the first moment, it was not It had seemed like it... it had just been an accident, nothing more... but now I knew that she was to blame for feeling this way. Yes it is true that seeing what... what there was seen had been an accident, but it had been his fault for not turning his head and flee. It had been his fault to continue watching for the next eight minutes... the strangest, warmest and most question-filled eight minutes no response from Azahar's life. About three weeks ago, there was The Circus has arrived in the city. Azahar, along with her friends, had gone to see the function. In the opinion of all the girls, they were too old to go see a circus performance, but they were accompanying other smaller students. No However, when they saw the tamers, the magicians, and the caster of knives... They all thought it was a good decision. The knife thrower, Above all, he had made a strange reaction about Azahar. Spadus, what was it like? the thrower's name, after an astonishing display of throwing knives at a man on a board, tracing his silhouette without ever touching him, had He threw his top hat, from which he had attached a rose, into the air and threw another knife, had managed to detach it from the hat, without damaging it or the pink. Until now, everything would have remained in a magnificent performance, but, who knows why, Spadus went to notice Azahar, and with a small smile, approached her going up the stairs from the seats and offered him the rose without a word. Azahar was reflected in eyes, the intense blue of the knife thrower for an instant and a eternity. Then he touched the brim of his hat, and left amidst applause... but Azahar was too surprised to even applaud. She had not had dealings with men. It was the first gallantry he had received in his life. Azahar had no father, no brothers, much less had any friends. masculine. Locked up since she was four years old in boarding school, and spending company of his domineering mother for just a month, on vacation... That night, in the bedroom, with the rose under the pillow, Azahar felt something totally unknown, without knowing Even if it was good or not. In his head his mother's voice sounded: "Men They only want one thing... when they get it, they leave.... Never give in to a man without being married... Be careful with impure feelings.." But Azahar wasn't sure that what she felt was impure... it seemed to her well... nice... He felt good, he had dreams and desires for which not even He didn't even have a name, but he couldn't stop smiling... how could he be bad? that? Azahar was convinced it was good. But the next day, his conviction faded away. It was Saturday, and she had permission to walk, which she loved... I didn't know that soon after I wouldn't want to go out again. It was already evening, and Azahar He directed his steps towards the circus, which despite being Saturday, did not offer a performance. that day They called it the Night Circus, because all the performances were given to After sunset, there were no daytime performances. There were those who found it strange, but, whatever it was, the Night Circus did good business. Orange blossom She walked around, telling herself that she just wanted to take a look, if she could, at the horses, or some other animal... but what I really wanted was to see, even if only fleetingly, to Spadus the knife thrower. The circus grounds were not fenced at all, nor was there anything to prevent passage in the area of wagons. Azahar was scurrying around there, he passed by a cage in which There were a pair of sleeping lions, he passed by a chained dog, and when he reached Next to an empty cage, he heard the sound of water. He peeked over the edge of the cage,... and what she saw left her breathless. Spadus. It was there, but I didn't see it. from where I was. I couldn't have done it, I had my eyes closed so that Soap foam won't get into it. Spadus was showering under the stream of a miserable rubber hose... and he was completely naked. Azahar felt that his knees were shaking. He put his hands to his mouth, and felt like running away, but his feet were stuck to the ground. Spadus rubbed his black hair with soap, and then he soaped his very white-skinned body. Orange blossom, with a strange mixture of curiosity and fear, he watched the soap pass through the strong muscles of the arms, chest... under the black hair of the pectorals, the Spadus's nipples became erect, as the water and foam They slid down his sides, following the curve of his pert buttocks, and sliding down the legs. Azahar felt that fire was running through her veins, and a strange tingling ran through his entire body. I knew I shouldn't look at something like that, I knew he should leave, I knew he should have left a long time ago, but He was still there, with his eyes wide open, drinking in the scene... Spadus hummed something under his breath, He gasped under the water, which slid between his lips, his neck, and ran through his body. For a moment, Azahar had the desire to be able to be water... but what she saw next completely deprived her of the ability to think or desire. Spadus passed the soap over his lower abdomen, and rubbed it against their sex. Azahar stifled a scream, convinced that her heart was going to give way. come out of the chest, when he saw, for the first time, that member, which reacted timidly to the effect of the caress of soap and water, when its owner I cleaned it. The young woman's face was burning, and she had to hold on to the cage after the one who hid, convinced that her legs would not support her. Spadus pulled back the skin of his penis to clean it, which caused a new shock in Azahar, who hit without wanting the cage on which he was leaning. Crrreeecc! The cage wheels They made noise and moved a little. Spadus raised his head, and caught a glimpse of a young girl, who gave a small scream before jumping like a cat and running away running like lightning. Azahar didn't run, she flew, with her face red as a cherry, and crying with shame, terrified at having been discovered. Even so, In the midst of his flight, he could not help but turn, and saw Spadus, covered with a red towel, looking, half astonished, half amused, at the girl who had been spying And that night, the "illness" began from Orange Blossom. His mind brought him both the images he had seen and the recommendations from his mother and sisters. "Impure thoughts also are a mortal sin... Be ashamed of giving in to the temptation of lust..." This He mingled with Spadus, with his eyes, with his naked body, caressed by the soap, with his big hands rubbing her body, with her erect nipples... and with that strange "thing" that hung between his legs, and that, only with touching him lightly, he had already started to stir... That night, Azahar arrived at school a little late. Sister Teresa wrote her name in the arrival time, last, and warned him not to be late... but the young woman barely heard her, she ran down the hallway until she reached her room, she He locked the door and dropped to his knees on the floor. He didn't want to have dinner, he didn't have any. hunger or desire to talk to anyone... I just wanted to be alone. On the other hand, he felt that he should not left alone with her thoughts... she could commit a very serious offense if she He let himself be carried away by them, and he knew it... but his labored breathing, his body restless, they cried out for relief. A horrible fire burned the insides of the young woman, and she knew that she needed to get it out, she knew how to get it out... but he also knew that the way to get it out was a very serious sin. Azahar bit her lips and squeezed the fists. "I shouldn't... I shouldn't do it..." he thought. But it was very difficult to think with clarity, it seemed that the image of the man's body had been embedded in his mind. knife thrower, and it was impossible to get her out of there... "Maybe it would be better if I refresh myself little." The young woman thought, and opened the window of her room, located on the fifth floor of the building. The night breeze hit his face, bringing relief, only momentary. Two voices mixed inside, producing a harsh battle. One reminded him of everything he had learned about sin and its fatal consequences. consequences... and another demanded everything he wanted to learn about the pleasure and its delicious prizes... Azahar felt terribly hot inside his underwear, and decided to take it off too. He put his hands through under her skirt, and gently pulled down her panties, which grazed lightly on the inside of her thighs, torturing the young woman even more. She She couldn't help but look at her panties, and notice that they were soaked... in other words. On occasions, I had felt similar things, but never, never to such a magnitude. His Sex stung and tickled, he begged to receive the pampering he was crying out for, and of which he had always been deprived. "'Maybe if I scratched myself, just a little, and only from above... maybe he would calm down..." Azahar, in fact, didn't know anything on her own body... Her fine fingers barely touched her mons pubis, but The sensation of pleasure attacked her entire body... the young woman knew that she was lost, he knew at that moment that he had just lost the game, that he could no longer stop..... And his fingers began to gently caress the red curls of their sex. Azahar wanted to scream with pleasure when her sex overflowed with juices, but in Instead, he bit his lips once more, and sat down on the bed. It was left lie down gently, and his hand began to caress up and down her unexplored sex... - I'm looking for a girl redhead - declared the stranger. Sister Maria Teresa examined the hair black, the skin too pale and the eyes so blue of the stranger, before respond with a negative: - I'm sorry, but without the name, I won't be able to locate her. AND If you are a man, if you do not prove that you are a direct relative, you will not be able to see her. neither. - Can you give him this then? for me? - Sorry, no. - Mmmmmmmhh... I shouldn't... haahhh.... mmmmhh... I shouldn't... mmmmh.... Azahar, lying on her bed, With her thighs open, she indulged herself in all kinds of pleasures. your cheeks They were as red as his hair, while his fingers, still inexperienced, They were quickly learning how to move. The young woman squeezed and massaged the labia majora of her wet sex, played with her humidity... One of her fingers It slipped between her lips, caressed the inside, and gently brushed her clitoris. - Ah!... aaahhh... mmmmmmhhh.... what is....what is this...?mmmmmmmmmmhhhh..... Azahar wondered weakly, because I had never done that before.... the voice that whispered "sin... is sin..." sounded increasingly weaker, while the young woman explored her intimacy, caressing the entrance to her sex, savoring every tickle, every pleasant chill, discovering indescribable joys. The stranger had left the school hallway, with a small envelope in his hands, which he intended to give to the red-haired girl who had been spying on him... and whose name he knew now. The touchy nun who had blocked his way, and had refused to give him any information, he had made a small mistake: not covering the book arrival registration, the last line of which read: "Azahar de Guzmán. 20:35. Room 5 25". Thanks to that, he knew how to find the young woman's room. - Mmmmmhh..... ooh... it's... this It's.... sooooo good... aahhhhhhhh...... mmmmmmhhh......! Azahar almost laughed softly, while the pleasure increased in his body. He put one leg up on the bed, to have more room in her crotch... her other hand began to touch her breasts, which They reacted strongly, their erect nipples were so sensitive... The caresses on them seemed to also have an effect on their sex. Azahar writhed of pleasure, she could not stop still, while her sighs gathered in her chest. His hand caressed her inside more quickly, his fingers rubbed tirelessly her clitoris, completely swollen and red,... enormously sensitive, that gave him delicious cramps of pleasure, increasingly more intense, as every touch... - 23, 24,... and 25. That's it. ? Counting the windows, the stranger brushed his black hair out of his eyes. The room was on the fifth floor, but that was no difficulty for him... In fact, the only difficulty was finding something to make people think. Azahar that he had climbed up to the window, and not that he had climbed by.... other means. A row of very large trees grew next to the building. Well, that would do. Meanwhile, Azahar had to bite the pillow to suppress the fierce urge to scream with pleasure, as it grew without stopping, and faster and faster, attacking her without mercy. Her sex was boiling with joy when His fingers caressed, in circles and up and down, her clitoris, red and swollen, about to explode with pleasure... the young woman's erect nipples They seemed to want to tear her blouse, her chest rose and fell rapidly, the sweat ran between her breasts, hard, round and exuding so much heat and pleasure like the rest of your body. Azahar couldn't notice it, but her entire room It gave off an intense and pleasant smell of pleasure, of sex... a smell that escaped through the open window... Azahar caressed the entrance to her vagina with her hand. fingertips, rubbing the clitoris with the palm of the hand, and a small A scream escaped from the corner of his lips, as his fragile body She shuddered with pleasure, her hips rose of their own accord, and her entire being seemed burst into countless warm, pleasant, joyful sensations... Azahar slowly recovered her breath, while a trickle sweat ran across his forehead and down his neck, and a delicious tickling They ran through her body, in a kind of comforting caress... She didn't know what was her name, but she had just had her first orgasm. I could barely open the eyes, she gasped silently, noticing how his hand was still caressing her sex dripping. I was so sensitive that those caresses were indefinably pleasant She felt so good, so calm, so at ease... that if she had it depended, in all likelihood his hand would have continued caressing her until she reached a new orgasm, but then, she heard footsteps in the hallway. Terrified by the danger of being discovered, she practically She jumped out of bed, picked up her panties from the floor and locked herself in the bathroom to wash and put on the nightgown at full speed. He had barely gotten rid of the dressed, there was a knock at his door. Naked as she was, she ruffled her hair, stood the robe and went out to open it. - Mmmmh...? What's happening...? Azahar pretended to have been sleeping. The dark room, and the bed, sufficiently unmade, they supported. - Good evening, Miss de Guzmán greeted Sister María Teresa. dryly A man has been asking about a red-haired girl. I think it is of the Circus. Do you know who it is? Azahar tried not to let her face show the panic she felt. Was it possible that Spadus....? - A man...? No, I don't know who can... he yawned. Sister María Teresa knew that Azahar was a very shy girl, perhaps even a little "silly" to interest a man like the one who had been asking, So he said good night to the young woman, and left. Although the red of Azahar's hair was the most striking, there were other red-haired girls in school, and much smarter and more awake than her... Azahar breathed, only moderately calm when she finally closed the door. Had Spadus really asked about her? What if I told the nuns that she...? What would happen if they discovered that he had seen a man naked? Fear and shame took hold of her once more, but she didn't. as much as when he noticed what was on his window sill: An envelope white. How had he gotten there? I was very sure he wasn't there when opened the window. The thin robe slipped from her shoulders as she almost jumped. the distance that separated her from the window to pick up the envelope. The light of the The moon illuminated her naked teenage body as she tore the envelope and I read its content: "Hello, curious stranger. I hope you enjoyed the show, or rather, I know that you enjoyed it at that moment, and also more late, right...? I suppose you understand that this creates a pending account between you and me. I am sure that one day, you will be useful to me, and you will not hesitate to help me Among other things, because if you do, well, you won't be interested. Don't let anyone know what you do in the afternoons, right? But don't be afraid, I I'm not a blackmailer or anything like that, and to prove it, receive this as proof of what I want to offer you: my friendship." Next to the letter, inside the envelope, was another small envelope. little. It contained red rose seeds. A part of Azahar wanted to smile when she saw that, but another, much older woman, felt incredibly alone, alone... and dirty. there was seen. Not only did Spadus catch her while she was spying on him, but he had fish it now. He felt like tearing up the letter and throwing them out the window. seeds, but instead, his vision blurred, a convulsion attacked his shoulders, and fell to her knees, crying without consolation, feeling ashamed and guilty, thinking about how his mother, his sisters, everyone had warned against what he had done, and how he had let them all down. Far From there, on the way to the Night Circus camp, Spadus walked slowly, still savoring the aroma of sex that he had smelled in Azahar's room, and reliving the sweet scenes of the young woman's masturbation, so immersed in her pleasure, that he had not even seen him, although he had seen what had happened, and the bulge in his crotch, which was one of the reasons he walked with slowness, revealed how much he had liked it. (to be continued; warning: part two will be on the Hetero category)