The guys also pulled into the bedroom Slavik.

- And now what? I asked my Virgil, starting to dress.

- Never mind. Now it's just a party, ”Tolik calmly answered, following the others.

- And ... what about me? - I still could not believe that everything was already over. My member, excited to the limit, demanded the continuation of the banquet.

- Do not worry, the rules are the rules, today no one will refuse you.

- And the guys will not be jealous? - with bated breath, I waited for an answer, looking Tolik straight in the eye.

- Oh well, - he shook his eyes, - this is a game. Everything that happens is not treason. Just girls lost, besides everything is under control.

“By the way, you are very lucky,” he suddenly perked up, dressing at that moment. - Usually they lose extremely rarely, personally I have not had any luck yet, but here we have Hercules Vovik, somehow already three laps have passed and won! So use the moment - and he, slamming me on the shoulder, went out into the living room.

I was left alone and continued to stretch my pants, trying to attach a member who did not want to calm down. I was very worried about the question, where is Masha? I was afraid that she was completely gone, and I lost her again.

When I went into the big room, there was a lot of excitement. Both tables of the grass were shifted to the center of each other, forming one long table that covered the common large tablecloth, and chairs were arranged around it. The girls were bustling around, filling him with plates of various food brought from the kitchen, while the guys set and opened various bottles. At that time, the products were not very good, so I was struck by the abundance that arose before my eyes. There were cheeses and sausages of different varieties, including smoked ones, red fish and caviar, and fruits. Looking from today, in general, there was nothing special, but for me, the then student from the provinces ...

Among the girls, I was relieved to see Masha, already dressed. She, glaring at me, blushed and pretended not to notice. The mood immediately fell somehow. Sounds of songs from Dassin's latest album, “Si tu t'appelles Melancolie,” flowed from the speakers, adding autumn notes to my mood.

Gradually, everything was laid, and Lily invited everyone to the table. I sat down in settled pairs, Vovik sat down at the end of the table next to Masha, and they put me in the opposite end of them as the “king”. Then a couple of toasts were raised in honor of the winner, and the conversation gradually broke up into interest groups: someone was discussing student affairs, someone was arguing whether Dean Reed would come to the USSR, or was it just rumor, and how Elvis feels after hospitals. Vova also excitedly talked about something with Masha. Dassin in the player changed Celentano, the album "Nostalrok" ... I, having eaten a little, could not think of anything else but my winnings.

Finally, I could not stand it and pushed Tolik with my elbow next to him:

- Listen, what should I do to ... well ... get a win?

- So everything is simple, choose who you like, and drag it to bed.

- And who to choose? - I stupidly asked, losing the last remnants of considerations from relentless erection.

“But whoever you want, you are our king today,” smiled a friend, patting me on the shoulder encouragingly. - Lucky!

For some reason this made me angry, and I blurted out with a call:

- What, and Lariska possible ?!

“And you ask her yourself,” Tolik didn’t lose his composure. - Lahr, Sandro, won, wondered if you go with him to the bedroom.

Lariska, who had been arguing ardently about something Vika, was sitting next to me, smiled and suddenly winked:

- What, you want again?

- Well, why again ... I am ... in general ... - I was embarrassed by her mocking eyes.

- Yes, let's go, let's go, - she nodded encouragingly to me, and came out from behind the table, moved towards Lilkin’s room, looking back at her doorstep.

I, frightened by such pressure, helplessly looked at laughing Tolik.

- Go, go, come on, never make women wait.

I somehow moved on with stiff legs. It seemed that all eyes were crossed on me, although in reality no one was concerned with me.

In the room, where twilight reigned because of the closed curtains, there was a rather large wooden bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table, a desk and two chairs. In addition, next to the closet was still the newest Victoria stereo with speakers, but I discovered this much later.

Lariska without hesitation took off her dress, hanging it on a chair, and then a shirt and underpants.

- What are you standing like an idol? - she turned to me when I went after her and closed the door. - Come on, uncover.

I do not know why, but again I was shy and continued to stand silently.

“Well, the king is with us today,” my classmate grinned, walked over, and taking hold of my turtleneck from below, dragged her up.

- Do not, I myself! - for some reason I whispered in panic and began to frantically unmask. It seemed to me that it is a shame when a girl undresses you.

When I completely undressed, she came up to me, hugged me, tightly pressed, and said softly in a kind of chest voice:

“Well, calm down, everything will be fine,” after which she took my face with her hands on her cheeks and pressed her lips into a kiss.

For the first time I felt like a girl's breasts pressed against my chest, and my cock is squeezed between our bellies. Everything floated in my head. From the large room came the soft music, but instead Celentano was already Armstrong, the album "What a beautiful world." I hugged a naked girl, we kissed, and I was so pleased! ... Somehow we were on the bed, while Larissa was lying on my back and whispering gently in my ear:

- Kiss my chest.

I readily crawled lower, grabbed my swollen nipple with my lips and began to lick it, occasionally sucking in so that my whole halo appeared in my mouth. A friend began to breathe more often, pressing my head to her chest, and at the same time, ruffling her hair.

“Now kiss below ... please ...” she asked in a startling whisper.

I went downstairs, kissing her body, and gradually reached the neat navel, and then moved even further ... After a couple of minutes, my lips touched the pubis, sparsely overgrown with slightly curly hair. Oddly enough, they were much tougher than on her head. For some intuition, I jumped onto the inner thighs of the girl and continued kissing her straight satin skin in this place. But still, I was drawn up, and after another couple of minutes, my tongue felt a smooth-slippery fissure among the hair, inside which were leather folds. Some spicy aroma emanated from her body, along with the aroma of strawberry soap. At this point, a friend moaned loudly for the first time. Spreading the girl’s sexual lips with my thumbs, I ran my tongue up and down along the gap and back. At the end of my movement, I discovered that the tongue had fallen into some kind of hole, similar to the one where my cock had previously rested. “Entrance to the vagina,” I recalled the anatomical atlas with which we read in high school.

Recalling how Tolik did it, I stretched my arms upwards, and taking hold of my girlfriend’s strong breasts, I began to rhythmically squeeze them in my palms, twisting my nipples between my thumb and index fingers, simultaneously moving my tongue inside the hole that had been found, trying to penetrate deeper, opening the walls of the entrance. Larisa again moaned loudly and frantically whispered, pulling my head up:

- Go ... come to me ... Rather ...

She, like that one, for the first time, sent my boyfriend to herself, and he again slipped deep into the hot moist vagina ... Now that no one is with us ...