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Just young and restless...
ANITA

WARNING: English is NOT my first language – I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.

It's a beautiful summer day, and, almost at noon, the sun is high up, shining, while a mild wind is not letting the temperature raise to unpleasant levels.
I'm taking a stroll in a very large and beautiful park, thinking that probably soon I'll be going at the sea side.
I'm on holiday, and I only have one year left before I shall graduate the high school, so I'm seventeen.

Initially, I have come here intending to run for a while, do some exercise, but, honestly, I cannot tell what laziness has fallen upon my soul, keeping me from any real physical activity...
I'm just walking on auto pilot, my thoughts wandering...
Suddenly, I can see with the corner of my eye a basketball ball approaching on the alley.

I briskly forget that I'm lazy, so that I grab the ball and start playing with it, while approaching the area where it's been coming from.
There, on the basketball field, I can see two girls and a guy.
I throw the ball at the guy, he catches, thanks me, and starts playing, while the two brunettes are desperately protesting that they should have had the ball, not him, since it's been his fault the ball got out from the field...

He keeps ignoring them, and of course, he scores, than gives one of the girls the ball...
I take a seat on the bench, just looking at them, and lighting a cigarette.
The two girls are very much looking alike. Long dark hair, nice faces, well proportioned boobs and asses, and quite long beautiful legs.
The guy is average looking, a little bit smaller than me in height.

Suddenly, one of the girls, very upset, starts protesting that I don't know what is not right, that he takes advantage of the fact that he's a guy, and so on, than comes directly at me, and forcing herself to smile, asks me if I happen to have a spare cigarette for her.
I oblige, and she just takes a seat near me, on the bench.
The others continue to play for a minute, until the girl grabs the guy from behind, and, with her knee, starts kicking his ass, repeatedly:

“Here! This is what you get for upsetting us! Here! Here!”...
The guy grabs the girl's hands, and manages to turn around, than embraces the girl and they start kissing each other with real enthusiasm...
Suddenly they stop, look at me and their friend, than laugh a little and start running in the opposite direction, towards the lake, hiding behind some bushes.
We can still see them kissing, but don't have a full clear view, like before...

The girl beside me is somewhat embarrassed, I quickly stand up and run a bit, taking the ball and bringing it at the bench, than, before sitting again, I just shake hands and introduce myself.
She's Anita.
She thanks me for bringing the ball, than, like an excuse, she explains that the other two are crazily in love with each other, and, if things will go on like this, after they finish the faculty, they will probably get married.

No, in spite of looking so much alike, the girls are not sisters, they are just colleagues at the same faculty and they share the dorm together with another girl.
They are just graduating the first year of studies at the faculty, so, theoretically, if all goes well, they still have another three years...

They, of course, are all from other towns, but are quite happy that they've discovered this wonderful park, which, before coming at the faculty, they've only seen at the TV.
Than comes the difficult moment, when I have to say that I am still in high school, and, the even more difficult moment, when I have to confess that I am only seventeen...

Anita is startled, looks at me with a certain disbelief, than just whispers:

“Don't tell my friends your real age and that you are still in high school, since they will laugh at me, a girl of nineteen, speaking to a guy of only seventeen”...

“OK! Than I am also nineteen and I'm a student at the faculty of law, but first I wait to be enrolled in the army – is this all right with you?”
“According to your looks, you can easily say that you are twenty. So, no problem!”...

Actually, there is a problem, since, while we were talking, her friends have, somewhat, disappeared...
Since I know this park so well, I know that very near from where they were hiding initially, right in the middle of some bushes, very well hidden, there is a bench.
So, I explain about it to Anita, and she makes a worried face...

I ask:
“What is it? Why do you look so worried?”
“I just hope that they won't try to do some stupid things. I don't want them to get caught!”
“If they are on that bench, they can do, with no problem, more than kissing. Actually much more, very much more”...
“Gosh! That's what I'm afraid of!”
“No worries, Anita, the militia don't come over here at this time of the day. They are safe. Really!”
“Yeah! As if you can tell their schedule! How do you know?!?”

I cannot help but laugh a little:
“Do you have any idea what age I was when I first came in this park?”
Anita looks at me, but doesn't answer, so that I just continue:
“I was barely one month old!”...

I can see some relieve on her face, than she says:
“Gosh, they love each other soooooo much and, practically, they have so very little opportunities to make it”...
“Well, they haven't really chosen the very best place to hide, but, still, it's a good place”
“You mean... there are other places around?”
“Exactly!”

We continue our conversation for almost an hour, when, finally, the two lovers appear, radiant, perspirated and with very large smiles on their faces...
When they are just a few meters close, Anita tells them:
“So! I understand that you have discovered the bench in the bushes!”...

They both blush, and the guy asks:
“How do you?...” Than he suddenly looks at me.

I just stand up from the bench, shake hands with the guy – I shall call him Ron here – and just say:
“She didn't, but I know”...

Both girls start laughing, and embrace each other.

We go at a terrace, have a beer each, than we start strolling in the park, since I have promised them to show them two more secluded places, where they can really be safe, with the special mention that they should go those places only during day time, since, in the evening, they may be visited by the militia, or, even worse, if they have the bad luck, they can be caught by some gangs that might beat the crap out of Rod and rape Sandra, his girl.

We reach the secluded area, I show them the place, where, practically, two benches are positioned face to face, so that things look as being an improvised bed.
Ron is really amazed:
“How come the people from the maintenance of the park don't know about this?!?”

I start laughing:
“Are you kidding me?!? I cannot tell for sure, but I believe that they are the ones who have arranged the place! Many times a he and a she can be observed coming these places. And I can bet that they aren't husband and wife, at least to each other!”...

My companions are amazed. Ron continues:
“And what if they come and find us?”
“No worries! It has happened to me some times – they are very discreet and will let you mind your business – as I've told you, they are more guilty than you are”...

Ron is still bewildered:
“And... what should I do, or say?”

I look at him:
“In half an hour we are gone! Or an hour, or whatever time you need the place”...

We all burst into laughter...

The third place is relatively close, so that in five minutes we are there.
Suddenly, Sandra approaches Anita and whispers something to her ear.
Anita starts laughing a little than just says:
“Oh my God! Again?!?”

Both Ron and Sandra blush, than, hand in hand, they turn and leave, in somewhat a hurry.

I look at Anita and she blushes. I don't need any additional info to realize where the two are going in a hurry...
Finally, she opens her mouth:
“I'm supposed to meet them in an hour or so, at the same terrace where we've had the beers”...

I take out the pack of cigarettes, offer one to Anita, than invite her to sit on the bench, but first I inspect the bench thoroughly.
It has happened, some times, to find some spots of sperm, and the idea of sitting with your clothes on the sperm of an unknown person isn't really attractive...

While smoking, I can see that Anita's fingers are trembling a little, her forehead is full of perspiration, and her breathing is not quite normal.
I can bet all my money that I have on me that she's got horny.
I may be young, but I'm not stupid – I know that if I try something now, she'll most probably refuse me, so that I just ask her if she's also got a boyfriend.

The answer is relative, since she has someone from her own town, but who, unfortunately, is at an university in another town...
I tell her about my huge collection of music, about my hi-fi stereo devices, about the independence given by my parents...

Anita's question comes sharp:
“But if you are so independent at home, how come that you have used places like this one?”

I simply explain that not all the girls are ready to come to a man's apartment, especially when they are virgins and we are, for example, at the first date...

“Now, Anita, why don't we just change the subject? Knowing what your friends are doing, and this secluded place, plus the conversation surely make us both horny, and I wouldn't want to be tempted to try a stupid thing and break a relation that has only started a few hours ago”...

Anita blushes and looks away...
I just stand up, take her by the hand, and prepare to get going.
Suddenly, on her feet, Anita draws me by my hand, making me face her.
Than, looking straight into my eyes:
“Kiss me! I won't mind!”...

I'm not sure if I've blushed, or not, but I embrace her and seal my lips to hers.
She's a good kisser, and so am I, as I've been told.
After five minutes, or so, with a boner that gives me shivers on my spine, I cannot stop my hand to start caressing her boob.
She just moans and kisses me more fiercely.
This encourages me, and I let the other hand fall on her ass cheek, grabbing it, massaging it...
She's surely feeling my erect dick with her belly.
We both breathe in desperation...
Suddenly she stops, pushes me a little, looking at my crotch. Than she takes a deep breathe:
“... Nnnnnno! Not here! Let's go at the terrace, than, after my friends come, we go back in town and we split. You take me at your place and show me your collection of music”...

Said and done...

The moment she says good bye to her friends, explaining that I take her to a library to look for a book is a little awkward, but, finally, Sandra gets the idea and stops insisting to come with us...

My place is deserted, since my parents aren't home yet...
I start some music, than ask Anita if she wouldn't like to take a shower – she's been playing the ball, remember?
She giggles:
“And... are you going to rub my back?”
“Only if you agree to rub mine too!”...

I start unbuttoning my shirt.
Anita is somewhat shy, I can sense it, so that I just turn my back to her, giving her some, let's say, intimacy.

When I turn toward Anita, she looks somewhat amazed at my inflated dick, than blushes, puts one hand to cover her nipples, and the other one at her crotch...
“Show me the way to the bathroom, please”

I oblige.
We enter the tub and let the warm water shower us for a minute, than I gently turn her with her back towards me, put shampoo on the sponge, and start rubbing her back.
Even with the noise made by the jet of water, I can still hear Anita purring and miaowing like a kitten.
I descend to her ass cheeks, and, when I touch them, she jumps a little.
I don't care. I insist.
Than, gently, I start rubbing the back of her feet, and then inbetween them, making her spread her legs a little.
The technique is quite simple – while the sponge is rubbing one of her inner thighs, the back of my hand is touching her other thigh.
I insist, until my thumb reaches the lips of her pussy...
She really jumps this time, turns towards me with her face, grabs my hair and starts kissing me like there is no tomorrow.
My dick is pushing real hard at her belly.

Suddenly I stop, sit on the margin of the tub, and grab Anita by her waist, drawing her towards me.
She quickly gets the idea, but she turns with her back towards me, and starts descending, until her cunt reaches my dick.
She's already wet, and it clearly isn't water...
She bends a little and stops the water:

“I want to hear you”...
“Fine with me”...
“Look, Ovid, I haven't done it in months. Many months... Another thing! Please don't make the mistake to ejaculate in me. OK?”
“Don't worry! It won't happen!”

My dick hasn't yet slided to the half in her, when Anita starts trembling:

“Oh my, my! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Waw! Huuuuuuuuuuh! Ooooooooooh! Dear me! That's so goooooood! Lord! Ohhhhhhhhh my, my, my!”

She keeps on trembling, while letting her fall on me, slowly moving her hips from left to right and vice-versa...
She's bending a little, supporting her weight also with her hands, and trying to avoid to let me all inside her.
I'm already pressing her cervix and uterus and this probably scares her a little...

I'm not forcing, nor pushing. The woman has clearly told me that she hasn't had sex such a long time...
I just let her do her thing...

After ten minutes, or so, I make her stand, I stand, and take her leg and put it on the margin of the tub, than make her bend and start digging her cunt from behind, taking care not to kick her inner parts too strong.

In five minutes she's done again.
She puts a hand between her legs and starts reaching my balls, caressing them while I pump her.
I'm not speeding, letting her feel how my dick slides in and out.

“Gosh! Ovid! It's soooooo gooooood!”
She shivers again, breathing really strong, our noises being, of course, amplified by the walls of the bath.
She turns her head towards me:
“Ovid, am I asking you too much if I ask you to stop now?”

I'm unbalanced, and she can probably read my amazement in my eyes...

“Look, I'd rather like if we continue this in bed. Do you mind?”

I just control myself, and take off my dick, than quickly start the water and clean, in a rush, the rest of shampoo from out bodies.

In bed, I make her lay on her back – I'm somewhat tired of fucking her from behind, and, also, I want to play a little with her boobs, and so on.

I start with kissing her lips. She's much more relaxed now, after at least two orgasms.
I love the way our tongues are dancing together, still, I let go and start licking her neck, her ear, her neck again, than I slowly start descending towards her erect nipples.

I bite a little each of them, making her cry a little in surprise and excitation, than suck them, bite them again, lick them again and again.

My hand makes her part her legs, so that I straddle her and slowly make my dick start it's journey back in.
She reminds me:
“You don't finish there!”
“No way” And I show her the napkin at hand.

She looks at it, and understands:
“You can finish on my belly, no problem!”
“Fine, thanks!”

Our pubes are together now, and my pelvic bone is pressing her clitoris.
I start rubbing it gently with my bone – Anita is surprised – probably her previous lovers have not done this to her.
In a minute, she starts shivering:
“Waw! Again! Lord! Goooooooood! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ovid! Ahhhhhhhhhh!”...

I'm there! I can feel it coming like a volcano, so that I just give her three rapid pumps than take it out and hold it from the base, aiming her belly.

Anita obliges, grabbing my dick and continuing what I've begun, while my jizz is spreading on her boobs, and even on her neck, than her belly, some of it falling on her pubes...

She simply says:
“Now, let's go and finish the shower!”

We do as she says, than we come back and I go and bring a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
She simply asks:
“Wine, after beer?”
“Why? Are you going to be driving a car, or something?”
“No, not that! I was just wondering”...
“If you first drink wine, than beer, it won't be good. But, wine after beer, no problem!”
“Gosh! And you say that you're only seventeen?!?”

I just giggle a little...

Anita takes her glass, we both say cheers, than we sip from the wine.
“Ovid, this really is a good wine, and I don't say it just to be polite...
And where I come from, please believe me that we do know what a good wine means”...

“I'm glad you like it!”...

We both let about ten minutes to pass, than Anita starts talking:
“I don't know if you will believe me, especially after what has just happened between us, but... you are the third man in my life”...
“What can I say? I'm honored!”
I drink some more, than ask:
“And how comes that, all of a sudden, you have decided to come with me?”
I realize that the girl isn't used with harsh vocabulary, so that I keep in mind to avoid words like dick, cunt, arse, and so on...

“Honestly, I don't know what came into me...
You have practically appeared from nowhere, so natural, so open...
Plus my two friends who have decided to do it in the park...
Maybe it is nostalgia”...

“Now it's my turn, I think, to ask you a question: did you like it?
Another question, probably connected with the first: do you regret it?”

“At your first question, my answer is yes, and... I also have to confess that I have never orgasmed so many times in only one... you know...
Regarding the second question, I only regret that you are now, most probably, considering me a slut. An easy woman... But, since you are much younger, there surely won't be anything between us, than what has just happened”...

I look at her, smile in the corner of my mouth, and simply tell her:
“You surely are not a slut! I have started my sexual activities when I was twelve, and, sorry, but you are not my third woman in my life...
Therefore, I can assure you that I've sensed your lack of experience – which is not a bad thing!”

“Twelve?!? God! Unbelievable!”...
“Yes, and my first partner was... seventeen!”

She just empties her glass of wine in one gulp...

“Now, Anita, if you don't mind, I'd like to take you to bed for... another experience”...

She instinctively looks at my dick, which is already showing signs of life.
I love the way she lays on my bed, and the look in her eyes when I just open her legs, letting my dick find the entrance of her cunt.
I help her put her legs on my chest, and slowly start entering her.
It's clear that she's never experienced this position before, so that, to add a little more to the surprise, I stop, take a pillow, and put it under her ass...

She's somewhat confused, but when I enter her again, she can clearly feel the difference of angle.
She starts breathing heavily, and somewhat hissing, she tells me:
“And I need to tell you that your... you know what, is the biggest that I've ever had”...
“No worries, you will just stretch. Just relax and let the pleasure take the lead”...

It's clear that I need to work a little with this woman...

After two minutes, Anita is already shivering, so that I take advantage and push to the max.
“Ovid! Oh my God! I'm full! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! It hurts a little! Ohhhhhhh! You are too deep! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

She's trembling and full of perspiration.
I'm not done yet. I start bending, forcing her legs to open even more, so that the pressure inside her is stronger
She starts shivering like hell, but I don't decrease the pressure. On the contrary, I start rubbing her clit with my pelvis.
“Oooooooooooooooh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Aaaaaaaaaaa! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”...

I keep treating her like that for more than twenty minutes.
She simply cannot stop from shivering.
And, to add some more to her crazy orgasms, I just put my hands on her boobs and start caressing them, gently pinching her nipples from time to time, than alternating – one boob massaged, the other with the nipple pinched, or just rubbed between my finger and the thumb.
Her cunt is flooding by now, but soon I need to do some flooding myself.

I just let her feet away from my chest, and quickly take my dick out and straddle her belly.
She gets the message and starts stroking my dick.
This time, some of my jizz accidentally reaches her face.
She looks terrified, but continues to stroke me with one hand, while with the other she's desperately wiping off the jizz on her face...

I simply look at her, and tell her:
“Anita, you don't need to act like this! The sperm is a hundred percent sterile! I cannot even tell you how many girls just love to drink it!”...

Her eyes open wide:
“Gosh! So young and already perverted!”...
I cannot say anything, but laugh...

She's clearly upset:
“Let's go and wash!”...
We just wash, keeping a deep silence, than get back into my room...

I pour some more wine, Anita lights a cigarette, than tells me:
“Now, Ovid, I need to make some things clear. I've never been, and probably never will, be, into perversions... Is that all right with you? Can you live with it?”

What can I say to her? That I have a fuck buddy who, from a virgin, has become the sluttiest woman I know?!?
“Anita, as far as I have been educated, I know that sex is supposed to please both partners, and to be... consensual. So, if you expect me to force you into something, than, that, surely, will never happen”...
“Look, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sound like that!”
“No problem! Now, if you don't mind, I'd just like to go to the kitchen and prepare some sandwiches”...

Anita suddenly looks at the clock:
“Gosh! It's so late! At ten o'clock they lock the door of the building! If I don't reach in time, I'll have to be sleeping on the streets!
She had already jumped from the arm chair, desperately looking for her clothes.
I jump too, but only to catch Anita and make her look at me:
“Now, baby, what's the rush?!? Don't you think that this bed is large enough for both of us?!?”...
“Are you crazy?!? Wwwwwhat will your parents say?!?”
“They will simply say nothing, unless they check the fridge, and my mother sees that we haven't had anything to eat. That pisses her off and I shall receive a phone call. What else?”

It's clear that Anita is unbalanced...
“But... what will my room mates say?!?”
“That's easy. Make a call and tell somebody that they don't need to expect you, and not to worry. I would call Sandra if I were you”...

Anita looks at me, simply amazed:
“Ovid, are you sure that you are seventeen and I am nineteen?!?”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that I tend to believe that you are nineteen and I am seventeen, or younger!”...

I cannot hide my cocky pride, but, still trying to be modest:
“It's just experience, dear, just experience”...

She makes the call, having a veeeeery interesting conversation with Sandra, who, I can hear, is reproaching her that she has become a slut, a whore, a cheap woman...

I make some signs, asking Anita to mute the phone a bit.
“Will you please ask your Victorian friend of yours to just remember what she's been doing in the park today?”...
“Yes, but he's her boyfriend and they are supposed to be getting married!”
“Sure! After three years! If things won't change until ten!”...

Anita unmutes the telephone, than I can hear a pissed off Anita...
It's clear that the way the conversation goes is not making Sandra happy, including the fact that, from now on, Anita won't be so happy to leave their dorm while Ron is sneaking in, like a criminal, just to let them be alone for a few hours...

Sandra is silent by now, clearly regretting saying the things she has said at the beginning of the conversation...

The conversation is over, so that I just stand up and go to the kitchen.
I come back with a tray with sandwiches and a new bottle of wine...

We eat, and drink, drink and eat...

“Anita, if you don't mind my saying... I'm not sure that Sandra is a real and reliable friend...It isn't my business, but... you should take care. Just in case!”...

Anita is silent, but drinks all the glass and asks me for a refill...

We lay in bed now, with our bellies filled, and, for a few hours, we just take a nap...

I wake up, and point my lantern to the clock on the wall.
It's almost three o'clock in the morning.

I don't know what wakes up Anita, but we both go, one by one, to take a leak.

Back in bed, Anita starts gently to caress me – on my chest, than on my belly, finally reaching my already throbbing dick.
She slightly kisses me on my lips, than, nice and easy, straddles me and, grabbing the base of my dick, gently lets it slide inside her cunt.
I'm gently caressing her hair, her face, I even try to stick a finger in her mouth.
She doesn't understand, at the beginning, but, after a few moments, she realizes what I intend to do, so that she just lets my finger in her mouth and starts licking it.
That's a progress. I can only hope that sometime, who knows when, she will also be curios to find out the taste of the dick...
After she rides me for half of an hour, I just stop her, and arching my back, I put a pillow under my ass...
Now, she's already used with my dick inside her, and the extra given by the pillow pleases her.
She's not scared, or tense, just enjoying herself...

I can feel that she's happy, and I like that!...
Her orgasms are intense, but she is very silent, since she doesn't want to disturb the sleep of my parents.
I explain in vain that they cannot hear. She's too determined.
Anyway, I like the way she hisses, whispering to me how good she feels and how lucky she's been to meet me...
Funny, but I discover myself also whispering...

From time to time, she calls me her dear little boy...
Every time she calls me like that, I just push a little, so that she almost cries, than corrects herself: “My big little boy”...

After more than two hours, we can see that the sun has already started it's journey on the sky, when suddenly, Anita stops:
“Ovid, are you sure that you haven't ejaculated inside me?”

I shortly burst into laughter:
“Anita, as long as I am laying on my back, I don't know why, but I won't”...

She looks at me, with pleading eyes:
“Can you believe that this woman from above you is tired?”

I just grab her by her hips, and make her lay on her back.
I pump her for a while, than make her turn on her fours.

I let my thumb check her arse, but she jumps like crazy. I insist a few times, but with the same result.

In ten minutes it's over.
My jizz is spraying her back, her ass cheeks, her arse, and I even let her feel my dick head at the entrance of her arse.
She jumps again, as if she wants to shout rape...

We just take a quick shower, than come back to bed and do what healthy people usually do after a sex session.
We fall asleep, embracing each other...

At around ten, we just wake up, drink a coffee, than Anita leaves, not before asking me if we can repeat the experience.

The only problem is that she needs to study, so that she will be at my place only somewhere around ten in the evening.
She wants to teach a lesson to Sandra, and show her that she can be a away, like a slut, whore, or whatever...

For me, honestly, it's perfect, since I have the whole day for myself, and a sweet woman in bed, to fuck and to sleep with, during the night...
This is, probably, the ideal woman for a seventeen years old kid...

I'm as happy as I can be, and I even postpone leaving at the sea side, until Anita takes her holiday and leaves at her parents...

In Autumn, I receive a call. It's Anita.
She comes at my place and we do what we've been doing before her departure...

Still, she doesn't suck cock, and doesn't take it up her arse...
It's just her way of being, and, no matter what, I respect that...

Yet, I've managed to teach her to speak dirty, to tell me when she's having an orgasm, to ask me to fuck her deep and thoroughly, to tell me how she wants it, where, how deep, and so on...

You should have heard her shouting:
“Ovid! Your dick is soooooo fuckingtastic! You fuck me so good with that thoroughly fucking dick of yours! Fuck my cunt! God! I'm such a slutty bitch! I loooooove your dick! Dick! Dick! Give it to me! No mercy! I'm a slut! Your Slut! Gosh! How gooooood you're fucking me!”...

We've been in touch several years, until life has parted us.

On the other hand, surprisingly or not, the great Shakespearean love between Ron and Sandra has not lasted as much as they've suspected...
The following year, they've just split, and Anita, as a good girl and friend, has brought Sandra at my place, to listen to some music and have some quality time.

It was then when Anita has confessed to her, in my presence, that I was, in fact, two years younger than them...

After just a few days, I've had the surprise to hear the door bell ring, and, when I've answered the door, I've seen Sandra, who just happened to pass by my place, and was wondering if, by any chance, Anita was at my place...

Do I need to mention that she has taken care to check my length and width?!?
But that will be a story to be told soon!...

THE END
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anonymous readerReport

2012-12-27 15:25:48
It's fantastic my dear.

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