Trajko was a simple, let's say village kid.
He studied at a high school with city kids and didn't do well in all that urban hustle and bustle of boiling hormones, rapidly growing breasts and unannounced erections. In the village, everything was simpler and more appropriate for a village kid, tall and strong as only a cattle herder can be.
He had a sympathy for a girl. She wasn't overly beautiful, even less bright. But there was a certain cuteness, an attraction in her, which acted like a magnet for the village kid. Trajko didn't know how to approach her, no one had taught him how to behave with women, what he saw in the village seemed too rude to apply to her. And the cattle he was guarding weren't exactly a model of seductive abilities.
One fine day, Trajko decided to approach her anyway. He forgot what he was planning to say and just asked her if she would like to come to the schoolyard an hour and a half after classes ended. He had a vague plan to sit on the bench, and that was it.
After that, he couldn't think of what he would do. The girl agreed, further confusing Trajko who expected to be rejected. And so that class came, the opportunity for their first intimacy was very close. That fact only made Trajko even more nervous. They sat on the bench. They were silent, she expecting him to start a conversation first, he not knowing what to say. After a while, even Trajko's slow brain felt uncomfortable because of the silence, and that, combined with the strong erection, provoked him into action. He grabbed her breast.
A little harder than usual.
Although she expected something to happen, her mind was still more focused on trying to kiss her. She pushed his hand away and turned her head nervously. Trajko was in a daze, it seemed to him that it would be better to return to the village or collapse into the ground. But when will he have such an opportunity again, he thought to himself. Of course, the term `thought` is an overly optimistic assessment of his mental processes at that moment, but one should not judge too harshly.
Without much ceremony, he grabbed her vagina. She made a strange sound, previously unheard by Trajko, who could not decode what it all meant. Is it nice? Or does it cause her pain?
The girl again became defensive and roughly pushed his hand away. Trajko was already in a trance, namely, he grabbed her pussy!...literally, if not figuratively. And still not knowing what to do next, how to act, Trajko reflexively punched her hard in the face!
Not because he was a bully, but because he didn't know how to act differently. Trajko's hopes for sex and her hopes for getting a boyfriend ended in a pool of blood and a broken nasal bone. Tears were flowing uncontrollably, which is completely expected when you have a nose injury. The horrible mix of blood and mucus was flowing down her face like a faucet. Even Trajko knew this time that he had screwed up. He got angry with himself, and as we know, that anger is the most terrible of all. And he punched her a few more times, broke her from the swing and ran off somewhere in the distance...
Trajko never married and had no children. He was last seen on an Interpol wanted list.
The girl is now a government minister without portfolio.
(By Roger Mortis, 041)
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