Hunting for partridges in sleep and waking

Part 1 Poronay Allegro.

2. Intern.

Confessions of himself.

“Indeed, in the kitchen of Anya and Shura, everything was so. I amused them by talking in anticipation of Glory and Ivan, but, not waiting for them, I persuaded the lovely housewives not to drive me out into bad weather, leaving me for the night. Agreed that they will let me into his bedroom, bedding me there on the floor. Having entered their room after them, I saw one iron bed to the right of the door, an angle to it, against the wall opposite the door - another one, exactly the same, to the left - a wardrobe, and then - a window and a table in front of it. A quick glance over the whole situation, I say:

- Lay on the floor, of course, possible. But is it worth it? Imagine: now to one of you, now to the other in the dark, my curious hand climbs under the blanket; one of you, if it resists, then quietly, without further ado, and the other - on the contrary, shouting and cursing, thinking at the same time - and why is there no noise heard, what can it mean? So here and without suspicion can not do.

- And you do not put your hands where you should not! - cuts off Anya.

- Okay, I will not. You can sleep well. But you can't, you will restlessly toss and turn and think: what about Shura, is it too suspiciously quiet? The best option under these circumstances, I am sure, will be this: we put the beds together, one next to the other, put one large blanket over the mattresses, lay the sheets on top and lie down - you are on the edge, and I'm in the middle. Mutual control over my goodness is provided. You can even not extinguish the light. And in this position we will continue our lovely conversation.

- And what, An, can we do this? - asks Shura and addresses to me: - Will you behave meekly?

- I promise to do nothing like that across your will.

“Well, then come on, help us move the beds,” Anya orders. - Not this one, but both in the middle of the room ... So that you can jump off in case something happens ... Where are we, Shur, a thick blanket? Take out and stele. Well ... Now, trainee, go to the kitchen, wait there until we undress and lie down.

- I obey and obey! - without hiding my joy, I say and go out, closing the door behind me.

Behind her you hear a giggle, a loud and excited whisper, from which you can understand that Anya continues to blame her friend for her recklessness and in no way wishes to take off her clothes.

- What are you, and stockings can not even take off?

- Stockings, perhaps, take off, but I'll put on a bra!

- We will extinguish the light?

- Let him enter first, and he himself will repay. Come in, trainee!

I enter and see that both ladies are already lying wrapped in blankets up to their chins.

- You can hang a suit in the closet, the rest is hanging where you can. Especially do not expose, the blanket is left for you easy, you will freeze.

- With you, so hot, and freeze? - I say, removing the b-tinki.

Then comes the turn of the jacket, trousers and tie. I open the closet door, take out a free hanger, thread the trousers into it, throw a tie and a jacket over it and put it all back into the closet. I undo and take off my shirt.

“Hang it on the back of the chair,” Schura suggests, stretching out her bare hand out from under the blanket in this direction.

- Thanks, I'll do it.

The chair stands next to the table by the window. I sit down on him and pull off my socks, glancing sideways at the ladies. The eyes of both of them seem to be closed, and the Shura’s bare hand remains lying on top of the blanket. So the shirt is removed and hung over the shirt. Do I take off cowards?

- Oh! - I suddenly cry out loud and shrill.

Both ladies scaredly open their eyes and stare at me, standing absolutely naked before them. And I continue fun:

- Sorry, the gum from the pants broke, and they fell.

- That's crazy! Is it possible to scare so? - they speak with one voice, unwittingly looking at my masculine nature, although not rebellious, but very swollen.“We thought something bad had happened ...”

- Nothing bad will be with us already ... I promise ... You can calm down ... That's right, your eyes are closed and you can give yourself up to good thoughts ... What are they interesting about?

Still standing next to the bed, I take the hand of Shura, stretched out from under the blanket, and quietly put it to the bottom of my stomach.

- Oh! - she screams and, abruptly pulling out her hand, hides her under the blanket.

- What else? - Anya abruptly sits down, involuntarily exposing her bare arms and shoulders, but when she sees that Shura is covered with a blanket with her head, and I climb over her to the place allotted to me, she lies back and also pulls her blanket over her head, grumbling: so today and will not give. And who will turn off the light?

- Is it necessary? - I ask, settling under a light blanket between them and tossing and turning from side to side.

“I'll turn it off,” Shura readily suggests, surprisingly quickly for her build, jumps up and takes two steps to the switch at the door.

The light goes out, and she comes back and falls. Feeling my arm under my shoulder blades, twisting and pulling it out from under her, but since she stubbornly refuses to return to her starting position, she allows her to finally stay on her chest.

- Sleep! - in a low voice she says to me.

“I sleep,” I agree.

And, turning to her, I change the position of my hands: I remove my right breast from her chest and put it under my head, and I put my left one on her chest. I put my lips against the earlobes, then cover my neck, cheeks, eyes with kisses. Our lips merge. My left palm again covers one of the hemispheres under the shirt, fingers squeeze one nipple, then the other.

- Can I kiss them? - in a whisper, bending down to her ear, I ask.

Since there was no answer, I lifted a little on my elbow, lowered the straps of her shirt from my shoulders, thus freeing both objects of my interest, and, bending over them, start one of them or the other gently fiddling with teeth and sucking. My left hand continues to help me in this for some time, but then slides down, my fingers do several rotational movements around the navel, go down even lower, run over the outer and inner sides of the hips, and, turning over the fabric, pull up the hem. Raising her knees slightly, she allows me to successfully complete this operation. And now my palm touches her crotch, gropes for something soft and already wet, the tip of the index finger penetrates further, moves back and forth, and soon becomes completely wet. Buttocks and thighs Shura tremble in time with this light movement. Her breathing becomes noisy.

- Yes, sleep with you! - this is Anya’s voice again.

I turn sharply on my left side, that is, facing her. My eyes had already gotten used to the darkness, and I can see that she is sitting with her knees pressed to her chin. I reach out to her, or rather to her shins, hands, but she, abruptly dropping them, says:

- Do not go! What are you doing? Better tell me that there, in the restaurant, you still happened. ”

- And I tell you: Do not go! What are you doing? - repeats Nina. - Tell me, but without hands. So, it was a restaurant.

“Yes, about the restaurant,” Zhenya continues, leaving Nina and moving on the sofa where Lena lies.

“But before continuing my story, I turn on my back and also sit down, but so that my right hand returns to the breasts of Shura again, and the left one demonstratively stays near the ankle of Anna’s right leg, touching her a little.

- At the next table sat ...