Before her arrival, I decided not to watch the tape. So I did not know where to put my standing friend. For those who do not understand what I mean, I advise you to read my previous story “Dasha”. I literally rushed about the apartment. What are just thinking in my head climbed! So ... come, have a chat, drink tea, ... But when I remembered the action on the tape, these thoughts were abruptly interrupted. In short, I decided to act on the situation, but while it was not there, I began to prepare the table. At that moment I did not even understand why I called her ... that's what passion does for people.

When the doorbell rang, is it worth saying that my heart sank and my pants began to move. I opened the door. On the one hand, she was still the same Dasha, who, as always, giggled as she stepped over the threshold and said ... “Hello,” but on the other hand, I looked at her as a horny female who wants and can.

I helped her to undress, she immediately began to show off in front of the mirror, combing her hair. And I devoured her gaze. Damn, she even dressed as then. So!!! Do not think about it !!! She finished her occupation and turned to me, waiting for an invitation to go on. I don’t know how it looked from the outside, but I just stared at it stupidly. I woke up from her look in which I read ... "Are you all right?". Her already big eyes were even bigger, and her face was so surprised as if I was naked in front of her.

- Let's not in the kitchen, but in the room. It is more convenient there. - I suggested. Of course, I suggested a snack and not ... Although this phrase sounded significant.

- It is more convenient that ??? - Dasha joked. We used to make fun of it when talking, but in this case it was a mean joke for me.

- Whatever you want. - I joked, and Dasha responded as if modestly and shyly smiled. In short, it turned out as usual. I still not so vulgarity soaked off.

Well, then it went as usual. Dasha offered to help me move everything from the kitchen. I started asking questions ... “What are we going to do with tea?” I wanted to say something ... “With a perversion,” but as always I began to intrigue her, that you haven't eaten such things, etc. In short, the usual chatter in the kitchen is smooth passing into a conversation about the university, about our friend and about all that.

We settled on the pillows near the sofa on the floor. Dasha sat with her legs tucked under herself, leaning on the sofa with her hand. Sometimes she leaned back, while her breasts bulged forward, and the sweater gave even more volume. I sat next to exactly the same. Between us were a teapot, candy and all the other goodies. All this time I bore her eyes, trying not to give it out. Why did I never notice that she was so sexy? It seemed to me that this Dasha, who is now sucking candy next to me, and the one who was sucking dick on the tape, are completely different people.

I noticed that she was warming up (it was cold outside - winter) and relaxed, felt comfortable and comfortable. Telling me something, she leaned her head on her hand, playing with her hair and stretching herself. It's good. We had to go further. Well, how did I not immediately guess ... I had to offer something for warming. I decided to do it carefully.

- Tea finished? Maybe a cocktail?

- Which one then?

- "Fireplace", - the name came up on the go for greater mystery.

“Why is it called that?”

- But because when you drink it, you warm up and feel yourself sitting by the fire, you can imagine how the wood is splitting, you are wrapped in a warm blanket and you think about something warm. - Dashka at the same time rolled her eyes and swam in a smile. She clearly liked this idea.

- Cool!!! It's so cold outside. Just this does not hurt.

I knew that she would immediately agree, began to pester with questions ... and how to do it, from which, help me or not, etc. In short, I provoked her even more and, saying that the recipe is “ the secret of the company ", went to the kitchen alone.

Cocktail made the most ordinary ... coffee and brandy, and did not regret the brandy. The drink turned out strong, but still delicious. Well, Dasha, get ready !!!

Arriving in a room with two glasses, I found Dasha full of expectations. She sighed coquettishly, like waiting, looking at the glasses with curiosity and asking ...

- How to drink it?

- Lips.

- And I thought a straw.

- And without it tastier. This is a hot cocktail. - I still didn’t have enough for her to start sucking on a pipe. I would have pounced on her then.

At first, she just gently sipped my drink. To a greater degree he was eager, than hot. Realizing that it is tasty and having felt the alluring aroma of brandy, she took a more impressive sip. Liked. I understood this by the blissful expression of her face. She put her hands around a warm glass and began slowly, in small sips, to finish drinking a cocktail. Even this she did so provocatively sexy that I tried with all my might to hide the martial status of my friend.

I looked at her and did not lag behind myself, gradually sipping my potion. Myself, I poured less brandy, just like that, for courage. Dasha, on the other hand, didn’t need much to achieve a pleasurable state of mind and body. I knew this even earlier than I did now.

I had to dilute the lingering silence ...

- Well, how?

- Mmmm !!! - And again rolling her eyes lay back on the sofa, thus expressing her pleasure.

Interesting, I thought, how would you roll your eyes, find yourself in my caresses?

- Well, you feel the fireplace?

- Inside myself, yes. - she slowly stretched, without opening her eyes. - And you still promised something warm.

Well, she asked for it herself. After these words, I slowly sat down next to her, putting my left hand around her head on the couch. She, without opening her eyes, quite smiled and slightly moved in my direction. We sat on the floor, leaning on the sofa. She also sat on the pillow, holding her legs under herself, holding the glass with both her hands and pressing it to her chest. When once again she raised her head to take a sip, I put my hand under her neck. Sensing her, Dasha again closed her eyes and moved closer to me. I thought that I, too, need to relax and sit back. Here you go. That's better. Now it was convenient for me, especially considering that I was hugging Dasha by the neck, and she was not against it. And she completely relaxed, not enough more so that she fell asleep.

- Well, how now? - I whispered in my ear.

- Cool. - also she answered in a whisper, without even moving from the spot. She had almost finished her drink and placed the glass next to her on the floor. Her hands were released and she put them on her thighs.

In front of me was a fascinating picture. Literally twenty centimeters from me, there was this sweet face, a smile frozen on my lips, long eyelashes of closed eyes, hair scattered on the sofa and my hand. She lay with her head stretched out, exposing her pretty neck. I think no one here could restrain himself ...

First, I ran my fingers over her head, as if straightening her hair, then on the cheek to the neck. Dasha quite smiled and shifted so that it was more comfortable to sit. I went on like this for a while. Touching her lips lightly with her fingers, she frowned irritably (it was ticklish), licked her lips and smiled again as before. Without opening her eyes, she continued to get high, without taking any action herself. But after she slowly ran the tongue over her lips, I could not bear it. I leaned over and very gently kissed her lips. What are they soft and hot, I could not imagine such a thing. Dasha first enjoyed the kiss, although he was short-lived, and only then, for the sake of decency, probably or having come to herself, looked at me reproachfully. They were surprised. I ran my hand ...