My girlfriend name is Natasha. Together we have a year and a half and during this time I could not persuade her to experiment in sex. The maximum that I managed to achieve from her - a little oral sex literally on holidays. However, she never swallowed sperm and immediately after I finished it in my mouth, I ran to the bathroom to spit out the sperm and rinse my mouth. Her reaction, in turn, discouraged my desire to “expand” my sexual horizons for a while. From time to time we even quarreled about it. The fact is that she was just convinced that everything except vaginal sex is not worthy for a normal girl and only whores can do this. No publications in the press, articles on the Internet could convince her. For the rest, she liked to have sex, but only according to a certain “scenario”: candles, light music, beautiful lingerie, etc. I am a romantic by nature, though “mundane”, I mean moderately, but romantic sex gradually became get it. I tried to shove her articles about "game" sex, when partners play a role that is not typical of them in real life, but I didn’t achieve a result here either. Apparently, the upbringing and irrepressible love for her grandmother, from which she inherited this “inheritance”, or perhaps a bad first sexual experience, had an effect. Anyway, I was already desperate to “liberate” her at least a little and bring zest to our sex life.

Yes, a little more about her appearance: 20 years old, blue eyes, dark Russian hair that burns out in the summer, and in the winter she tints them up a little, a beautiful mouth with soft tender lips. The constitution like a model: with a small height of 165 cm, 85-57-91. In general, a picture, not a girl, is something to be proud of both for her and me. My friends just nibbled my elbows when I introduced her and introduced her to our company. Relations have developed quite easily and quickly. I fell in love with her almost at first sight. She became interested in me too, and we started dating. When I felt a “recoil” from her, I was just crazy about happiness and literally carried her in my arms. And if not for her puritanical attitude towards sex, I would have already married her.

Like all normal girls of her age, she likes discos, noisy merry companies and other entertainment. I don’t really like discos and don’t like to dance at all, although they say I dance well. Therefore, I do not mind when she is dancing with someone, leaving me at a table (I really like to watch her - dancing from the side). Sometimes I calmly let her go to the disco with her friends, provided that it is not very late to return. I am calm, because I know very well that she is with all men, except for me (and with me in bed) keeps a rigid framework and will never allow "extra" liberties. In addition, she almost does not drink alcohol. We are often "in public" and easy to move. Therefore, both her and my friends are always happy to invite us to rest in nature: kebabs, sunbathe and swim, etc.

Apparently such a “stagnation” in the intima would have remained in our relations, if not for one incident that happened not without the help of a friend of mine who has, I would say, a certain gift: a language without a bone, which was famous in cadet times . Yes, I forgot to say that most of my friends are former classmates with whom, for various reasons, good relations developed after graduating from the School. Some even managed to acquire families, which did not prevent from periodically going to rest together: when with their wives, when without them. But that's not the point. Let me turn to the very case, which somewhat turned our life over with Natasha.

The fact is that my friend, who has “a tongue without a bone” - let's call him Vanya, really liked Natasha from the very first acquaintance. He obviously did not try to pester her frankly, but there was a keen interest in his eyes, too, when he looked at her.Although a couple of times he asked in sufficient detail about her interests and reactions to that, but to this, but he didn’t touch on intimate topics. All this did not cause any suspicions to me. Until a certain point. Once we went to a sauna by a purely masculine company and very thoroughly got there. Here, as always, we started talking about women, and I did not notice how I found myself face to face with Vanka, discussing our past and present girlfriends. His friend's name was Olga. She was the same detachable and fun girl as Vanka, besides, slightly inclined to exhibitionism, which sometimes manifested itself at protracted parties. After drinking, she often arranged a striptease in front of the company; the truth is relatively harmless - the topless business did not go further. Vanka suited all this and even seemed happy in my opinion, although I did not understand what the joke was when the crowd of men stared at your girlfriend’s chest, and Natasha was frankly annoyed. So, Vanka apparently got carried away with stories about his girlfriend and told very frank things up to the number of orgasms per night, love for anal sex and the desire to participate in group sex. Then he stopped abruptly and looked at me expectantly. I felt somewhat uncomfortable in front of him and I decided to also be a little bit honest about Natasha. True, she was so far from Olga, that I even felt a little ashamed. I said that Natasha loves gentle slow sex and does not accept rudeness and experiments. And also about her crazy dream of becoming a famous actress. To which Vanka was surprised and said, it cannot be that such a beautiful girl was such a “log” in bed and hinted that apparently I just do not know what to do with her to wake up the passion that is dormant in her, as in any another woman. In response, I became very angry and offered him to share his experience, since he is so omniscient with us. Vankin answer struck me. He said that every girl needs his own approach and he can only prove if I give him complete freedom of action about Natasha and help him in some ways. I do not know what happened to me at that moment, but alcohol and Vankin's arrogance, coupled with persuasiveness and a desire to “wipe his nose” insolent insolent, did their job. I agreed on the condition that no one but us two would know anything about it and that Natasha would not be physically affected. He confidently grinned and said that he would make a real slut out of her, but he can only promise what no one knows from our mutual acquaintances. In my heart I smiled maliciously, knowing my Natasha and the fact that she would never cross the border that was so firmly seated in her head. We shook hands.

After that conversation, we have not seen for about a month. I had already forgotten about that persuasion, having decided that Vanka had gone through a lot and not a damn thing the next morning and did not remember about it when one night Natasha rushed into the room happily shaking a newspaper with ads over her head, from the threshold happily declaring that her dream could become a reality. I waited for her to calm down and talk more coherently about the reason for her delight. Taking a newspaper from her hand, I saw a rather large and bright advertisement circled in a pen about casting for the main role in the film of a famous Russian director in such a hotel on Friday. With a shrug, I waved my hand, because without any roles behind me, no one would even allow such an impressive girl to be casting. But I decided to read the announcement to the end and saw that a girl was required, who was not “spotted” on the screen earlier and the film would be made in the style of a documentary film, and therefore a non-professional actress is required. Below were the requirements, which seemed to have been written for Natasha. And here I noticed another strange feature - the paper of the newspaper was somewhat unusual and the newspaper was 3 weeks old. It puzzled me a little, and I remembered our agreement with Vanka and the fact that he knew about Natasha's dream. Favorite appreciated the expression on my face in her own way and even got a little upset when she decided that I was against her attempt to go to the casting. I had to console her and give my consent.The trouble is also in the fact that I am a man of words, for which my friends, employees and acquaintances respect me, and just to take and break a persuasion ...