This was last winter, during my first session. I did not want to take an exam in economics, and agreed with the teacher that I would write a paper. When the essay was ready, and I began to print it, the printer ran out of ink. I called friend Yulia and asked if I could go to her and print on her printer.

“Of course, come,” she said, “only I will leave in half an hour, but Lesha will be at home, he will help you.”

This arrangement suited me even more: Lyosha, Yulin's elder brother, I liked for a long time, and obviously not without reciprocity.

Knowing that I might be alone with Lesha I liked, I tried to dress better. That is, put on the most beautiful underwear - maybe it will not come to his demonstration, but I read that beautiful underwear changes self-perception, and a special shine appears in his eyes - tight jeans and a sweater that shows a figure in the most favorable light

The door was opened to me by Julia, who stood at the threshold in a jacket and tied shoelaces on her shoes, about to leave.

“Well, good luck with my brother's ohmrenie,” she smiled, closing the door behind her.

I had been sitting in a chair for half an hour, and Lesha was conjuring over a computer: first, my abstract could not be read from diskette, then the printer reported an error. In the end the deed was done.

“If you kiss, I will give it,” declared Lesha, lifting up the printed sheets above his head.

I got up from the chair and smacked him on the cheek.

“I thought you liked me ...”

- Like.

“Then you have to do wrong,” he said, kissing me on the lips.

I didn’t have much experience in kissing, but I felt the difference between Lesha and my former inept gentlemen at once: before, my knees didn’t tremble from anyone's kisses and didn’t cause anyone to touch my current wave. He firmly pressed me to him with both hands, and I stroked his hair, the back of his head, his neck.

“Wait,” he whispered, pushing away from me. I did not immediately realize that the door of the room was not closed.

Lyosha slammed the door, locking it with a stick from the mop so that it was impossible to open it outside, turned off the light and sat in the chair, gesturing that I should sit on his lap:

- Well, let's continue?

Leaflets with essay lay on the table ...

His language worked wonders: I was very excited.

While his lips were examining my neck, I stroked his head, shoulders, back - as far as the unbuttoned shirt would allow. When he reached a particularly erogenous point, I could not restrain myself and dug my nails in his back. He sighed violently.

- Does it hurt you? - I got worried

- I feel good.

His hands penetrated under my sweater. God, how good! I took off his shirt and stroked his chest, back and stomach. He was breathing heavily and moaning. Fortunately, neither Julia nor his parents were at home.

He took off my sweater, took me in his arms and laid him on the bed, but he himself knelt beside me and began to kiss my stomach. I was just choking on pleasure. My nipples tightened, and the bra now only interfered. I stood up and unzipped it. Lyosha pulled off an unnecessary wardrobe item from my chest and took it up. When his tongue touched my left nipple, I experienced an orgasm, such a violent one I could never achieve on my own.

Suddenly his face twisted. I realized what was the matter: his cock stood like a baton and the zipper of jeans hurt. I unbuttoned and pulled off his jeans with his underpants, freeing the prisoner. I first saw the male member, as they say, in reality, but instinct suggested what to do. I took it in my hand and began to cheat. He also divided me to the end. His hand parted my labia, my finger slipped into the wet vagina.

- I'll be the first?

I nodded silently.

- You're scared?

Lesha promised that he would do everything as carefully as possible, and buried his head in my legs. He kissed the inner parts of my thighs, licked the vagina and clitoris ...

I was already looking forward to when he would take me all, but Lyosha was in no hurry. When I was exhausted from desire, he got a little higher and started kissing me in the stomach again ... I’d have a little bit of crazy, but then he reached for the jeans hanging on his chair and pulled a condom out of his pocket, put it on He lay down on top and, having kissed me on the lips, entered me. In the eyes darkened. It was a very unusual feeling: it hurt a little, but it was very nice.

- Does it hurt you?

- I feel good.

He, without stopping to kiss me, began to move carefully. Now it was not painful. It was only very nice. I began to move my hips towards him, he sped up a bit ... Then he sped up again ... He fucked me with all his might, like the last bitch and I loved it so much. I stroked his back, sometimes, in moments of particularly acute pleasure, slightly scratching her. The next orgasm was not long in coming. When he finished, we kissed for a long time, unable to tear ourselves apart.

- Sorry, I was too excited and could not hold out longer, but if you want, we can continue, he whispered.

- Let's continue, but first we will change the sheet - I replied, nodding at the little speck of blood on the sheet.

- What for? So even more romantic ...