The part-time student life during the session is fun and intriguing. If you're a little over twenty. If the institute is in Moscow. If living for you means not to be bored.
Two guys and three ladies from twenty five. WE - did not miss.
What about the fact that she was five years older than me? My current girlfriend just shakes her head, looking at the photo of Barbara: “God, what a freak! Oh, how could you ... “And theatrically rolls his eyes to the ceiling. Girl, you don't even know how wrong you are. Your doll face and immaculate figure attract avid male looks when I lead you to walk like a pedigreed dog. But your young body leaves me indifferent as an observer of nightly performances of inept seduction. While Barbara, for all her defiant ugliness, knew how to induce fits of insatiable passion in me, and for hours I tormented her body in unsuccessful attempts to put out the fire that raged in my loins.
The memory did not preserve a clear picture of careless student years. But some moments bright flashes imprinted in my brain.
Passing the last exam, we noted more than worthy. So much so that even summoning all my mental abilities and reserves of logical thinking to help, I cannot explain to you how and why, having lost the rest of the company, Barbara and I found ourselves on Arbat. However, I did not have to wonder at this long.
Suddenly, Barbara knelt down and pulled down the zipper of my jeans. Laughing, she launched her hand into my swimming trunks, with a sharp movement she released my flaccid penis and grabbed my head with a greedy mouth. For some reason I did not stop her ...
I was standing in the center of Arbat, leaning my back on a beer stand, and quietly baldel from my own shamelessness. Passers-by were throwing glances at us: amazed, condemning, indignant, squeamish ... Barbara moved in a mechanical rhythm, from time to time throwing her palm off her forehead from her forehead. Drunk vodka made a dull noise in my head, and lead weight was felt in my legs. I still do not understand how we were not detained for violating public morality. I could not finish. After about ten minutes, I jerked Barbar with my elbow off the dirty asphalt, and dragged her to the subway station, buttoning my pants as I went. On the way, I remembered that I had no money to travel. In his pocket lay a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. I sat Varvara on the steps of the underpass, threw to her: “Wait here” and went to the exchanger to hand over the bucks. Returning, I saw that a crowd had gathered at the crossing. Having crushed the elbows of the gaggling men, I understood the reason for their noisy merriment: Barbara lay on the steps, tilting backwards, eyes closed, with a drunken grin on his stained face. She was completely blacked out. Cursing, I began to lift her weightless body from the spattered concrete, with my arms under my arms. The crowd boomed. "It's all right, guys," I said, wryly grinning, "This is my woman." Barbara opened her clouded eyes, her lips moved weakly: “Maxim ...” I caught her in my arms and carried her down the stairs, to the hollow emptiness of the transition. Soon after us, the doors of the subway train slammed shut, and the carriage rushed us to Vernadsky, to the smoky hostel.