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Once upon a time at a train station in some communist country

It has been building up to this on my two previous lessons and I knew he wanted to talk to me from the poignant expression on his face as soon as I arrived today.

"Viola is a special instrument and you are so gifted." He concludes his speech and I look at the tips on my black ankle high Converse sneakers with appropriately ashamed expression.

"See you next week." I bolt out of there and mentally kick myself for signing up for advanced lessons while at university. What was I thinking?

I run down the stairs in front of respectable pre-communist era building that houses the Music Academy to the small train station connecting this sleepy Prague subburb, once a village, now a relaxed countryside resort with new cottages cropping up every year to the metropolis.

It is late. At least 25 minutes late and I know this as soon as I arrive to the station and the side platform is devoid of people. It is a warm early summer day and the atmosphere is sleepy and calm, with pigeons cooing on the small station's roof and I can hear the clerk in the ticket boot laughing on the phone. I will have to wait for two hours for next small local train.

I wish I had a book.

I walk up and down the platform to release the tension from my muscles, then sit on the large curved bench, my viola in her black case next to me.

I hear someone humming and there are two guys leaning on the wall of the station. They are skinheads, tall young guys in tight jeans, rolled up cuffs and lace-up Doc Martens boots. Their hair is earnestly sheared with size 2 clipper like my friend Mark's whom I dated briefly and left for Valerie, the redhead from hell and the first girl to break my heart.

I realize I am staring at them and turn around to face the other way. I am wearing a bouncy cotton skirt, cropped t-shirt and my ankle sneakers and I stretch my long, thin legs out to get comfortable.

They hop over the train tracks, ignoring the cemented walkway and approach the bench. "Hey." says the dark haired one to me. "Hey." I reply. The taller one with blonde fuzz on his head and blue eyes pulls out a hand rolled cigarette and smokes it. The one with dark hair sits down next to me and eyes the case. "You play this?" he asks. "Little bit. Not as often as I should." I say truthfully.

He tells me about his band and how he hates to practice. His eyes are brown and aloof and I look at his wide shoulders and muscled thighs as he sits at the bench leaning forward towards me.

These guys work in one of the factories around here, I think. The brick one, most likely. Skinheads in my country are mostly blue collar workers and I remember to look at their shoe laces, someting about the color of the laces from my punk rock days, red laces for Red Skins, black for the Nazis or something like that. Not that it matters, these guys are notorious about getting into fights but I am just a geeky skinny girl waiting for the train.

"You have great hair." he interrupts my thoughts and reaches out and strokes my hair and my back. I am startled and burst laughing, it feels like I'm a dog he just wanted to pet and they laugh with me.

"Your hair is nice too." I say back to him and stroke the top of his stubble covered head and the back of his neck and it feels like there's electricity in the air and sun is in my eyes and the prickly touch of his skin gives me goosebumps.

He now sits really close to me, casually placing his arm around my shoulders and he turns to his friend and talk about some concert, they have to go to to see someone play and I should move away or walk away but I don't.

He smells nice and warm and he turns from his friend and and gives me a little nibble kiss on the temple and pushes his face into my hair and turns my head and kisses me. He kisses well and there's a focused energy and warmth in that kiss and I let him and close my eyes and hope no people will walk by and interrupt us.

I put my hands on the back of his neck and think how amazing it is that guys who work manually have such sexy strong necks and then I think how he fills his jeans and if I'll ever see him naked.

His hands are down my back and inside my shirt and he scoops me up by the waist and I am sitting in his lap and feel him through the layer of my panties and skirt and the fabric of jeans and I can feel his cock underneath me and I forget about his friend and the train station and kiss him back.

When I come out for air his hand is on my nipple and his thumb is pressing it agains his palm and I look around and it is still quiet empty and I now really want him.

I reach down and pull off my panties and straddle him and his zipper is open and with my knees on the smooth wood of the bench I sit on his cock and take it inside and slowly bounce up and down as he presses his hand into my breast beneath the shirt.

I briefly try to think about the forgotten blue eyed buddy of his when I feel hands slide underneath my ass and caress it.

He is standing right behind me and I ride the guy on the bench and think that if someone walks out of the station we could be arrested, but I am beyond caring and the swollen cock is sliding in and out of my pussy and I try to go slow and not shudder.

The blonde one behind me takes my chin and turns my head sideways to look at me and he has blue eyes and cruel mouth and he kisses me and I see him putting my viola case on the ground and he pulls me off his friend and turns me around and pushes me down adain facing him and I sit back on his buddy's wet cock and the bench's curve cradles us and he watches how my lips slide up and down the length of it and I don't know if it has been five minutes or an hour and I'm hot and my back musles are starting to pull me and make me arch backwards.

The blue eyed one unzips his pants and pulls down his suspenders and knees down with one knee on my viola case and I want to stop him, his friend is still inside me and I am wet and feel like a long legged doll sitting on hot throbbing shaft.

His dick is long and he spits into his hand and strokes it and leans into me and I am shaking and the guy behind me is holding my waist and supports me and we tilt and I feel the second cock slide agains the first one and I feel fullness, I'm full to bursting and he grunts and I there are tears on my cheeks.

I moan and they slide agains each other and I feel everything they do inside me and at first it hurts and the heads of their dicks move agains each other, but soon they find their rhythm and we slide and I am slipping with red burning pleasure inside me and I moan and buckle and arch my back and cum and cum again.

It had to feel amazing when I squeezed them inside me because the blue eyed one moans and kisses me hard and I think why big men always kiss like they want to choke you with their tongues and my mouth is full of him and so is my cunt and I cum again.

I can feel the one begind me shake and his cock trembles as he comes and I free my mouth of the blue eyes one's tongue and push my face against his shoulder and bite him, hard like an animal and he comes and squeezes my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a red finger prints for days.

They slide out of me and I wipe with my panties but there is still a wet stain on my skirt and I look away from them tucking their junk back into their pants.

There' s still no one around and now I feel heat creeping up my cheeks and blush blood red and the blue eyed one has another cigarette.

It's quiet and things are as if nothing happened but I know everything is different now and I am different and things will not be the same after this.

I listen to them talking about work and reply to their questions about what part of the city i am from and the brown haired one writes a phone number on my palm with a greasy pencil.

Now a couple of people stand near the platform and we get on the train and I am in a daze and before they get off at their stop they both kiss me and the brown eyed one closes his eyes and I know he does because mine are opened and they stay opened when the blue eyed one kisses me and we look at each other and kiss and we know.