It was a sultry, sultry, melted and dried into dust June. The session ended ... Already the sixth in a row. I studied with Irochka for three years in the same university group, we were always friends, but we never met as a guy with a girl. I always liked her, but we are too different to have any kind of relationship. Ira is a very attractive, tall brunette with gray eyes and a goddess figure. All the free time she spends in discos and in the company to match her. And I ... Well, not to say that quite a nerd, however, tried to avoid companies like Irishkina. Most likely, the cause of such alienation was my indecision, I was timid and lost in the society of attractive confident girls. However, everything was different with Irochka, she knew how to treat me in such a way that I was comfortable with her.

Of course, I dreamed about her as a woman, dreamed so boldly and frankly, just as if they were dreaming that they would always remain a dream ... At the control and tests we always sat down together, I was happy to help her. The highest award was her tender grateful look, which feeds so many frank fantasies about another tenderness and affection ...

For the last exam this year, Irina came in an unusual outfit, even for her. She was wearing a short black dress with a deep cut on her chest, captivating her eyes, and she had high-heeled boots and black tights on her legs. She has perfectly folded, strong, but at the same time very feminine legs. How many times have I dreamed of cuddling up to them, feeling the synthetic smoothness of her tights, sliding my hands up to where the nylon will give way to living flesh, with its magical aroma of a blooming female body ... When I left the audience with the crushed once she answered the teacher, she sat sideways to me, and I was able to once again absorb her gaze ...

“Wait for me,” she whispered. Irishka came out in a minute and, unexpectedly for me, threw herself on my neck with words of delight from the assessment received. Hair whipped across my face, and I instantly plunged into its subtlest flavors, I felt as if filled with these smells. I felt a fragile body pressed against me and tried to cuddle up to her even more, I felt her small elastic breasts, felt the hips of her hips, felt her soft stomach. All lurking desires at once woke up and swept the body with a sweet convulsion. It seems that Ira felt my tension, smiled playfully and kissed her cheek. Pulling away from me, she asked:

- Are you free now?

- Why?

- I have something strange with a computer, will you not see?

I knew that now her neighbor from the hostel had gone home. So, I was waiting for the opportunity to be with her in her room alone ... No! Stop! She just broke the computer, between us nothing can be. Of course, I agreed to help her, hoping for something impossible.

We went all the way from the hull to the hostel under the burning sun, from the heat and frank fantasies I began to feel dizzy and from somewhere under the belly began to rise a sticky chill, I took off my jacket. When she pressed her back to me in a crowded elevator, and I felt her buttocks with the lower abdomen, I barely restrained myself from wanting to hug her smooth hips ... When we entered her room and she turned on the light, I was probably pale, because that Irochka looked at me very carefully, ran her hand over my forehead and asked:

- Do you feel good?

My God, her caring, gentle look, it seemed to me, he envelops me, and now I’ll drown, drown in it ... Irochkin’s room smelled of chocolates, on the wall above the bed hung a rather frank poster of Sharon Stone and some more funny pictures, a window sill, covered with airy tulle, bristling with cacti in miniature pots. The computer was in a cozy corner on the desk.

- What about him? - trembling, walking somewhere on the back and got to the voice. Irisha briefly told what happened, and I began to disassemble the body. I did it almost to the touch, admiring Irishkin reflection in the glass of the monitor. After standing a little behind me, the girl turned on a tape recorder with solemn gothic music ... I almost recovered myself and could concentrate on my work, under a cool rain of sounds. Irisha went to the closet and, after making sure that I was busy with the computer, began to undress ... I almost cried when the dress fell at her feet. She gracefully stepped over him, bent down and lifted. I saw her back, stately thighs, covered with black nylon stockings, felt her captivating smell very close. She was wearing a black bra of lace patterns, Ira gracefully bent, unbuttoning the golden clasp ... I guess I gave out my observation with something, because the girl suddenly looked around in fright, looked at me and mysteriously smiled. Then she fastened her bra, threw on a robe, and went out into the kitchen. I sighed with some relief and focused on the disassembled computer.

By that moment, as I finished with the repair, Irinka had not returned yet, and I called her.

- Wait for me. Now let's see what you did there.

A minute later she returned to the room, carrying two cups of aromatic coffee. I showed her the result of my work and again earned her tender, grateful look.

- Let's see something. I have a collection of erotic films, - in her voice sounded some kind of playful note.

- Are we going to watch it together? ...

- Are you afraid of me, or are you just shy? !! - Irinka grabbed my arm and pulled me to her, falling backwards on the bed.

I lost my balance by surprise and complete dismay and fell on top of her, pointing my face at the exposed shoulder. The girl firmly pressed me to her hands, not allowing me to step back ... Her skin smelled like apricots ... I dug into her with a passionate kiss ... Having lost all control over myself, I revel in her sweet neck and bare shoulder. The girl was breathing more and more often ... Her hands were pulling my hair harder and harder, and my hips were tightening my hips more and more ... Suddenly she jerked my head back. There was something like rage in her eyes. She very deftly turned me onto my back, and she sat on top of me and leaned over to my very face:

- Well! ... Do you want me? ...

I was completely taken aback ...

- Have you ever fucked?

In fact, I read a lot about it and thought that I knew how to properly caress a woman, but did not lie:

- Not...

- Then I will teach you ... - she lay on my chest and very gently began to kiss. At first, I felt only her hot lips, then a sweet tongue ... I stroked her back with one hand, and dipped the other into silk of aromatic hair. Irina kissed me more and more intensively, then allowing me to bite her moving juicy tongue, then biting my lips. I pulled her back by the hair, from which the girl bent, throwing her head back, and sighed convulsively. Then she smiled and opened her robe ... Gently took my hand with both hands and pressed it to her bra. My second hand did not have to be persuaded for a long time ... I enjoyed her elastic breasts, felt the nipples harden under my hands ... Ira took off her robe, and for a while sat motionless.

I undid her bra and, without removing it at all, penetrated under it ... The skin on her breasts was very smooth. The girl slowly took off her bra and threw it on my face ... The smell of her breasts ... The next moment the buttons on my shirt scattered ... Irisha greedily dug her lips into my neck, chest, bit my nipples ... I was very close to exploding with an orgasm ... I ran my hands over her hot thighs and squeezed juicy buttocks, trying to press my pants with her bulging trousers closer. The girl understood my condition and froze for a moment, ...