That evening my cousin turned 18 years old. He was already extremely independent and wanted to celebrate the holiday with his friends in neutral territory. The problem is that he had no money to rent an apartment. Then he made the only right decision - to ask to spend the holiday in my apartment.

I am 25 years old and I live in a three-room apartment myself and I could not refuse my brother. At the appointed time, guests knocked at the door: 5 guys and 4 girls. This whole company was headed by my brother Dimka, who carried the main package - with drinks. They took 2 bottles of champagne for girls, whiskey and beer for guys. "Children, children ..." - I thought, remembering my years.

"Meet, this is my brother Maxim" - so I was introduced. The youth sat down at the table and began to celebrate. Brother deftly opened the champagne and poured sparkling drink on the wine glasses. The girls were joking and having fun. No one, at first, dared to say the first toast and I had to take it upon myself. I decided to joke: “So that you never fall ... in the mood!”, The girls dramatically lowered their eyes, the guys supported the toast with a loud laugh. The fun was gaining momentum and the guests were slightly drunk joking and laughing heartily. The girls received compliments and courtship of the male part of the team. Brisk blonde Sveta was already jumping to the beat of loud music on her lap at one of the guys. Nadia, who already had the third breast size, drank champagne in one gulp and started to bend under energetic music. The guys supported the idea and put out the lights in the room. The situation has become much more intimate. Katya is a slender brunette who, according to her brother’s stories, really liked him, took off her sweater and stayed in a tight-fitting topic.

Deciding not to interfere with young people, I pushed into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Putting the kettle on, I remembered that another guest came - Irishka. This girl, with black straight hair, small breasts and breathtaking ass, I immediately liked. But, since Nadia brought her to the feast and she knew almost no one, she behaved very modestly, hardly taking part in the general fun. Irishka walked past the open door of the kitchen and seemed to me something saddened. “Well, I probably went home,” I thought, pouring aromatic coffee into a cup. A slightly muffled music sounded from behind the closed door of the hall, I tugged a pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket and headed for the stairwell to smoke with coffee.

I did not think that Irishka sat for a few minutes under the door of the apartment. I pretended not to be surprised at all by her presence. He smoked, took a sip, looked at the girl. She was sitting on the steps, clutching a mobile phone in her hand. Tears glittered under her chocolate-colored eyes. “So pretty and defenseless,” I stated mentally. Before seeing such a sweetheart, I could not resist and decided to console her a bit:

“Can I help you with something?” I said, crouching in front of her.

“No, you can't,” Irishka whispered in a voice full of despair.

“Such a pretty girl should definitely be helped,” I tried to portray my most charming smile on my face. The girl plunged into thought for a few seconds, but the wall of alienation cracked and Irishka quietly said: “I have a problem with my boyfriend. We quarreled again. ”

- Quarreled - make peace. It always happens. You should not worry so much. You need to take a good walk today and not think about problems, ”I replied, trying to distract her from sad thoughts.

- I do not really like noisy parties. She came only because Nadia asked me.

- Then we will act differently: let's go to drink coffee in a separate room. I will make you the best coffee I can cook.And I’ll tell the guests that you’ve left and no one will look for you and pester me with questions about why such a pretty little girl was sad — I really wanted to help her.

“I’ll probably go home,” Irishka got up from the steps and, trying to look behind her back, began to beat the dust out of tight jeans shorts. Silent slaps on an appetizing ass made her elastic breasts sway slightly with each blow.

“It’s very ugly to refuse the offer,” I made a little frustrated look and already wanted to turn towards the front door, but still gave the girl a couple of seconds to make a final decision — somehow uncertainly she said about returning home ...

“Actually, I don’t really want to go home, but I don’t know almost anyone here and ... I don’t know you either ... and I feel ... insecure,” in the girl’s eyes was the desire to speak out, cry, throw off off this load. I understood that she still does not trust me, but this can be fixed. You can not refuse such a cutie?

“You’ll try my coffee and, if you like, go home, I can even take you.”

- Well, - answered Irishka.

I quietly opened the door and asked my young companion not to create unnecessary sounds. We walked along a semi-dark corridor amid echoes of fun and dance music. I decided to laugh it a little and, putting my cup on the floor, I squeezed my palms imitating a pistol. I made a couple of cautious steps, I turned around and winked at the girl. Irishka, covering her pink lips with her palm, tried to restrain a fit of laughter. I was already at the bedroom door and beckoned a guest with my finger. When Irishka approached, I leaned over to her and whispered: "We will turn on the light already in the room, let's foot - I will lead." I felt that with every second of communication girl penetrated with increasing confidence. Irishka defiantly flopped her pen in my hand. The faint reflections of the lights of the night city from the large window illuminated the contours of the interior. I led the guest to a wide couch at the wall opposite the window. From here the window seemed like a huge TV showing a fascinating picture of multi-colored spots of light floating in the dark. Having led Irishka to the sofa, I said:

- Wait a second, I'll run for coffee.

- Say that I left, okay ?! - reminded me a guest, looking around in the room.

I nodded my agreement and, turning on, turned on a small lamp that filled the room with a soft reddish-yellow light, giving comfort and a pleasant twilight. It was not difficult to make coffee (I added some good French cognac to it, so that Irishka more easily threw away her mental turmoil), and on the way back looked into the hall. Blonde Sveta selflessly kissed a guy sitting on a couch, in the middle of the room, on an improvised dance floor, banging Nadya squirming to the rhythms of loud music clinging to two guys. My brother passed by, holding Katia, who had already grown drunk, around the waist.

“We smoke,” he said.

“One of the girls, like Ira, said she was going home,” I lied.

- Yeah, well, - it did not seem to bother my brother, but was completely absorbed in communication with Katya.

“Well, okay,” I thought, and hurried to my innocent victim. Going into the room in front of me, a wonderful picture appeared - leaning on the window sill and contemplating the night landscape stood Irishka by the window. Her short shorts did not hide the small folds of young skin in the place where the elastic hips turned into juicy halves of the ass. By incredible efforts, restraining the desire to immediately get a kiss in her roundness, I called the girl:

“Irisha, coffee is ready, help yourself,” I sat down on the sofa and motioned me to myself.

“It's so beautiful there ... wow ... it smells delicious,” Irishka sat down next to me and eagerly inhaled the aroma of a hot drink. While she was taking her first sips, I slyly studied this young charmer. Dark, straight, falling below the shoulders hair, expressive brown eyes, slightly upturned nose ... a white T-shirt with a simple pattern tightly wrapped the already formed breasts in a close bra ...short denim shorts with such a narrow strip between the turned legs ... It really was a tasty morsel for any guy. It's amazing that she could have problems with her boyfriend at all. Irishka's voice brought me back to the real world:

- And you did not lie, very tasty. Just tell me what you added there ...?