Neighbor from below and, sipping pivasik from a bottle, slowly smoked. As I approached the entrance, I was once again amazed at how events unfold. Just a week and a half ago, when my heart belonged to only one and the only girl in the world, I could not imagine that I would ever dare to lead such a wild life. And about the fact that from time to time to look at this Dasha (which she probably regarded as a relationship), and besides, to get into her cot to her sister, in fact, my brain could only dream. Now, after a week and a half of metamorphosis in the sphere of my moral qualities, I realized that I was capable of even more.

Nastya, my neighbor from the bottom, was wearing some cheap evening dress. The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and already at that age many boys, boys and men had visited her. I remember once, in the distant past, when I was about sixteen, and this Nastya was about thirteen, between us there was such a little sparkle, which was not destined to grow into something more. She was terribly cute at the time, and the development of her roundness was in full swing. I had some sympathy for her, but did not even think about starting a relationship. As it turned out, her girlish heart nourished even some illusions about me. I walked everything, smiled at me, built my brown eyes. Unfortunately, I saw in her that which she was not that revealed after a short correspondence. Then I became aware of her bad habits: smoking, drinking alcohol, as well as a passion for roost and healthy Russian mate. Of course, at the time, these parameters did not fit into my feminine ideal. I wanted to find an angel, and she was a demoness. We then confronted her and stopped communicating. Subsequently, we, crossing on the landing, only greeted each other and exchanged norms of politeness. It was then, when her breasts with her ass swelled, I began to cast her hidden glances at her, constantly bumping into her fuckers. Then the boy from the next yard ran after her, the boy was older and bigger, then a man on a black car was lying next to me, then suddenly, as if wanting to postebatsya, she brought some spectacled glasses to our porch. After the bespectacled girl, I got off of the calculations of her hahales.

Now she stood alone on the porch. Judging by the appearance - after some spree. Seeing me, she smiled warmly and said hello. I did not stay in debt. My eyes automatically ran over her legs, wrapped in stockings, a dress tailored down her hips, moderately deep cleavage, bordering her bust, then it was the turn of the neck topped with a pendant, and finally her brown eyes. Admittedly, despite the slightly cheeky make-up, as well as the overworking work of beer and nicotine over the past four years, her face was not without its same good looks.

I remember, I immediately asked her for a cigarette, although I did not have a craving for tobacco. It’s just that at such moments when alcohol hit my head, and the interlocutor smokes like a steam locomotive, I sometimes sinned with nicotine inhalation. The more passive smoker, they say, goes poklesche than active. Raising her eyebrow in surprise, she handed me a cigarette and even gave me a spark. Earlier, it seems, it was fashionable to smoke. And all my classmates ran to the old woman on the corner for this excise stamp, because she sold them individually. Then, betraying the cigarette to the various traditional frills seen in the movies, they smoked it and, puffing smoke (since they were not capable of neat rings), pontovalsya before the girls. Then it looked stylish, cool. Smokers felt older, independent.Now smoking has faded away. Now, after so many ruined lungs and clouded brains, it was a means of maintaining immunity. Simply could not have otherwise.

We stood and smoked, plunging into idle chatter. I liked this ease between a man and a woman. No need to behave gallantly, try to leave a good impression. There is no need to strain, cut out parasitic words and scolding from speech. It feels like I wouldn’t be embarrassed about how much, even slightly blowing up the air with my savage farting. (Although this, of course, bust) I have always believed that friendship between different sexes is quite possible. Moreover, a friend in the face of the female was often more beneficial when analyzing various life and interpersonal situations than in the face of the male. Well, to hell with him, that women remain, in most cases, friends, but men in these situations are still inclined to the idea of ​​dragging a sexy "friend" into bed ... well, so be it friendly.

Outside, the wind rose. Noticing how my companion was slightly chilly, I took off my windbreaker and threw it over her shoulders. In return, I received a warm smile not only on the lips, but also on the eyes. I noticed how in her "cheerful" eyes flashed a kind of light - something tricky she came to mind. I will not hide the fact that in the society of her provocative figure I was also thinking about something quite low. Then the beer and her charming smile hit me in the head, and, throwing the steer toward the front garden, I put my hands on her neck and clung to her lips with my own. She leaned towards me and hugged me around the waist. Our lips intertwined in a kiss, not forgetting to give a chance to join the game and languages. We stood on the porch, two drunken young men, and licked, as shown in Brazilian TV shows. My hands crawled down, pressing her to me, sharpening her in her arms. Then, as in such situations, it was assumed that they dropped to the level of her buttocks and grabbed the last of them with a dead grip. She mumbled something (since her mouth was busy talking), and then she grabbed my ass. I felt the door handle with my hand and dragged it into the porch.

There we clung to the wall. I continued to paw her until hands reached. Lips went down her cheek, then went down the neck (not forgetting to grab the earlobe with her teeth) and were on the shoulder. Hands pulled the bottom of her dress and, past the stocking zone, touched her warm soft skin. Returning again to the buttocks, I discovered that Nastya today wore thongs (I do not know the preferences of other men, but silk and lace thongs are what I like most to find under girls' skirts and jeans). Once again, I felt my little friend pouring blood, stretching in length. Judging by the ardent kisses of the partner, Nastya felt it too. With the usual movement, I pulled the zipper on my jeans, lowered them a bit and, straightening Nastya’s thongs, and also spreading her legs, burst into her chambers. Like all the other girls in such situations, she screamed, wrapped her arms around my neck and hung on me. However, after a few seconds (it must be assumed to be oblivion), she pushed me away and whispered in my ear: “Let's not here!” In response to my questioning glance, she pulled my breasts towards her door.

While the girl was busy with the lock, I, behaving like a brainless animal, attached myself to her from behind, letting my hands roam in front. A minute later, we fell into her apartment. My dick burned with fire. He demanded flesh. Right here right now. He must have been beside himself with such an agonizing tease. Not allowing Nastya to even take off her shoes, I picked her up from the doorway - she again hung on my neck, and, sitting on the carousel, dragged her to the nearest room.

Ignoring her exclamations, they said, it was the wrong room, I crashed down with her on the bed, where I began to furiously drive my stallion to her because I don’t want to. Resigned to my stubbornness, she spread her legs wider and, clasping my waist with them, began to twitch in time with my frictions.The bed was probably old, and therefore it creaked all the beds to the envy. Continuing the excesses, we somehow moved from the edge to the center of the bed and even managed to remove some clothes. Grabbing Nastya behind the ass, I lifted her and began to insert my instrument from a new angle. Judging by her ardent moans, so she liked more. Now that her naked body has appeared before my eyes, ... Read more →