By the third year in the correspondence department of the philology department, which was called either the faculty of brides or the kingdom of women, only two boys remained. Brunette Roma was considered to be an enviable bridegroom, and blond Tolik did not use success among her mates: he was considered a “boy-girlfriend” and did not hesitate to discuss underwear in his presence. This is because the omnipresent Natasha has visited in some way that he, as a student of our institute of noble maidens, is still a virgin, from which she concluded that he was not a man at all, since he had not raped anyone in three years.

And I liked Tolik. And the fact that a virgin is like that I don’t have any news whatsoever, which also says that it’s even better: one of my previous guys showed a “gift” from a former girl in the form of a one and a half year old son, and the other had a terrible bore and He regularly said that I was probably frigid, since I don’t start looking after such his actions. You understand that neither the one nor the other did not stay long, and at the time of the described events I was a “girl in a free search”.

Tolik and I often returned home together, because we lived not far from each other. So it was today. On the way from the metro, two eight-year-old boys ran up to us and started calling me a red witch (I got used to it and didn’t react to it, since the redhead has been born since my birth). Unsportsmanlike physique and phlegmatic

Tolik, before I had time to figure something out, lifted both by the collars and demanded an apology. The guys began to blink away something unintelligible and, as soon as they were on the ground, they took off running.

We laughed and went on. Then from around the corner there was an evil childish laughter, and a small stone flew out, which shattered Tolik’s glasses and cut his eyebrow with a sharp edge.

Naturally, we went to me to at least wash the blood.

I felt nothing less than a princess healing a noble war. Without his glasses, his eyes became defenseless, and he really wanted to feel sorry for him. I could not resist and stroked Tolik on the cheek. He caught my hand and kissed it. We met our eyes and ran a spark about which the authors of love novels like to write. He rose to his full height and put his lips to my lips. Flames burst out of a spark: a few minutes later I was sitting on the kitchen table, hugging him with my feet, and his hands slid along my back. I automatically noted that it would be necessary to close the curtains: the first floor after all. Reaching for the window to do this, I heard a breaking whisper: “Do not stop! I feel so good! ”I felt good too.

We selflessly kissed for about twenty minutes, probably until we dropped a vial of iodine, which I smeared with my eyebrow. He did not crash, but he had to pick it up.

Blinking his eyes short-sightedly, Tolik bent down and began to look for him.

“Okay, forget it,” I said, “then.”

We moved to my room. Shreds sat in a folding chair (my room is very cramped, so I sleep in the chair so as not to clutter the space with a bed), and I went to his knees and we continued. After a while I felt that just kissing me was not enough. Judging by the fact that I was not very comfortable to sit, my wounded knight felt the same. I began to stroke his neck and gently scratch behind the ear. His hands squeezed me even tighter and for a second it seemed that I would suffocate now.

His hands penetrated under my jacket, and mine unbuttoned his shirt. When my hand went over his chest, he breathed more often. When his hands tightened on my nipples, I groaned with pleasure.

- Does it hurt you? - He asked frightened.

“On the contrary,” I breathed.

Soon we were already lying naked on the unfolded chair. He kissed my belly, and I stroked his back. I already wanted to continue, but for some reason he was slow.

“Take me,” I said.

As a true knight, he did not take long to beg.

Then the unforeseen happened: I haven't had anyone for a long time, so blood has gone.However, it's even better: I want to forget about the past two, as if they were not there.

He moved slowly and carefully. The pleasure was accumulated inside and at some point it seemed that I would blow up now. I myself moved towards him, and we finished together.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“And I am you,” I replied, laying my head on his chest.

It's been a few months. None of our fellow students knows about our relations, because we both do not like rumors. When Tolik is asked where the scar is on his eyebrows, he does not answer. And when they call me a red witch, I just smile.