Session does not have a good mood. Never. Regardless of how you study. And everything is unnerving: the calls of parents, the comments of the sister, the attention of young people on the street. In short, ready to bark at each oncoming. Especially when, outside the window, plus twenty-five, and instead of lying somewhere on the shore, sipping Coca-Cola, you are lying in a stuffy room and plowing the vast ocean of historical research.

Having dug in the textbooks and losing the last remnants of common sense over the adventures of the ancients and not very Rus, I almost threw a sudden pager out of the window.

- Oh, to tear you! - In the hearts I said. - Well, who else does it love?

"People are divided into two categories," the unknown subscriber thoughtfully informed. - “Some pass the session. Others have the habit of appearing at the wrong time, but they have brandy that dilates blood vessels and improves mental activity. I have cognac. Well, will I come in? ”

Even if there was no signature under this message, I would understand who it is. In principle, I had no reason to be angry with him: he was a friend and girlfriend. Moreover, the sudden appearance has become his "chip." He then disappeared for six months, then reminded of himself once a week. Strange he is a man. Appearance from him - frankly, not Alain Delon, but something in it. And he knows how to be charming, an infection! But I must admit: he tried not to spread his charm to me. With what joy - is unknown.

Sly he. His work number is unknown to me, and at home he will appear, probably, closer to midnight. And do not call.

“Okay, I’ll come and drive out,” I said resolutely, and returned my thoughts to the textbooks.

The doorbell caught me in the most difficult paragraph. Thoughts ran to the side, and I caught myself on the fact that I re-read one phrase already once in the fifth.

“You really are not on time,” this prepared phrase flew off my tongue when I opened the door.

He stood casually leaning on the railing. Light green trousers, white shirt ... In one hand - a case, in the other - a flask of brandy.

“Well, you don't want to let me in, let him in,” he shook the bottle. - Just do not tell me that during the session you do not drink. Anyway, I will leave the cognac with you, and for a long time you with textbooks do not linger.

He was right. To make history when there is a five-star Dagestan five-star away from you is a rotten affair.

- Especially since there is that brandy - two hundred grams. - He went into the room and put the flask on the table. - Bring wine glasses, and lemon, if you have one.

“Why did I not fight him off right away?” - This thought haunted me while he poured brandy with a slight gesture.

- Prozit! - He raised a glass. So that all good, including the session, ended quickly, and all good, such as brandy - stretched a little longer.

- Yeah ... - I said and thought to myself "Today my classes were crying." “Excuse me, but I will drive you out soon, I still have my cases.”

“Don't be a bore,” he smiled. - Otherwise, I will pour brandy directly on you. Take, so to speak, skin. And then lick, so as not to lose a drop of this wonderful drink.

- You have so much insolence is not enough.

Oh, in vain I blurted out! He was just waiting for me to give in to his provocation. He dipped his finger in a glass and, sharply stooping, held it along my neck.

- Listen, well, you're quite ohamel.

- Wait, I have not fulfilled the second part of my threat.

I did not even come to my senses, as he was already holding me tightly by the shoulders. His tongue touched the area of ​​skin behind my ear and slid down. At first I wanted to push aside, and then I suddenly realized that I was pleased. Even too much.

A moan escaped my throat.

“Well, that's all, now no textbooks shine on me,” I thought doomed, realizing that I was no longer standing, but was reclining on the couch, and his lips went down below, while his hands were unfastening light summer clothes.

Closing my eyes, I felt how gently and patiently he undresses me. With his lips he acted ever bolder, moving along his stomach, pubic hair, and then he spread my legs and I felt his hot tongue slowly touching the most forbidden place of my body ..

- More, more ... - God, is it really me? Oh, the woman has completely disappeared ... He caressed me more and more, at some point I realized that if he stopped now, I would force him to continue.

- Lord, how good ... - I never thought that he was capable of such a virtuoso control of the female body. I myself moved towards him, squirmed, parted and kept my legs together again, and his tongue continued to play with me, driving me to the limit.

I finished abruptly and hard. I just turned out from an orgasm. I reflexively pressed his head closer to my head, and did not want to let go until the last spasm of delight passed.

- Take the cognac. - Smiling, he handed me a new glass. - Helps relax.

- Get undressed. - I myself did not expect such a commanding voice. “Otherwise, I'll just rape you.”

- Wait. - He with a sharp movement overturned a glass of brandy, exhaled and took off his shirt. - Do not rush.

I put my hands on his bare shoulders and closed my eyes. He again lowered his head between my knees. This time he was much more greedy. He did not just caress his tongue, he drank me, brought me to a frenzy again and again, his hands slid over my chest, thighs, legs. I finished time, another, third ...

- That's it, stop! - These words burst from me completely unexpectedly. - Take me! Take it

... My hands are on his buttocks. I myself want to direct his movements, but he teases, enters me not completely, but little by little, and when it seems that now I will feel him to the end, he abruptly turns back and begins to tease me again.

- Well, come on, come on! - I begin to violently move my pelvis towards him, bringing the orgasm closer. But he is holding back. But I - no. It seems that it rotates me in a huge centrifuge, scattering stars and galaxies to the sides. When this carousel stops, I open my eyes. He gently touches my cheek.

- Do not rush ... What are you still hurrying ...

Now he enters me much sharper. I scream and after a couple of movements I float back into space. He kisses my lips, and I respond to him with some wild passion. He is moving faster, his hand squeezes my chest ...

It seems that this time I just lost consciousness for a couple of seconds. His lips touch my nipple, and I gratefully stroked his hair.

- We still have brandy?

“I still have cognac,” he hands me a flask. - But ... You see, the fact is that we were here a little bit.

I follow his gaze and start laughing. On my notes is an overturned glass.

- Nothing ... Now they will smell like a romantic date.

- Are you not tired? - In his voice some boyish excitement is heard.

- Are you still capable of something? - I encourage him, although I understand that he is capable, and how!

A light breeze bursts through the window, giving our bodies a fresh breath. I lay my feet on his shoulders and without looking up I look into his eyes. And the world begins to spin again before my eyes.

... And on the floor, rustling wet sheets, is a notebook, fragrant cognac.