“Good to you,” Sonya exhaled after a long silence. And then she added languidly, in a tone of a mature and sophisticated lady, for some reason incredibly walking this self-confident 19-year-old nymphet with a doll face, who wasn’t even peeking at the most short-sighted spring passerby:

- Only you don't understand anything ...

In response, Artem just timidly looked at her friend. Look like a man who understands everything perfectly, he clearly could not. Just because he was hopelessly in love. And although there were neither antique statues nor girls with a paddle in the park, they were successfully replaced by these two young deities on a green bench. Diana and Apollo. A gray-eyed brunette with a chiseled figure and a tanned, pox-haired blond, as if discharged into our lands from some Italian film studio.

Silent tortures of Artyom did not cause any sympathy in Sony. On the contrary, they infuriated her, and moreover. Yes, they knew each other for more than two years, they studied together and often were in some companies. Sonya was the first to feel the approach of that extraterrestrial thrust that had killed, I suppose, more than one pair of promising third-year students. But she knew how to counter this burden, she had her own reliable methods, and she succeeded. With difficulty, but succeeded. So it seemed to her. And now ... no, you just look at this calf!

- Listen, you're not at all indifferent to me. And therefore I do not want to break your life, I don’t want to, you know?

Well, at least moaned in response.

“I ... I really am not what you imagined.” You absolutely do not know anything about me. You just idealized me. Believe me, you need a completely different girl ... Well, do you want me to pick her up for you? I'm already looking, really ...

- Don't, - Artem cut off her inwardly.

Yes, it would be better not moaned. The damn two is not necessary! Yes, in such a state, any shrew will twirl in two steps!

“No, you really want me to tell you everything?” You ... do you want to hurt me?

And then Artem remembered how, in such cases, men say that everyone understands:

“I don't want to know anything.” I love you the way you are ...

Oh, hold my poor lid!

- And believe me, I know better what you really are!

Oops. Everything. It seems to be torn off ...

- So, you see better? - hissed Sonia. - Do you even know how old I have been fucking ?! Do you know that I had an abortion? Do you know that I have a few ... Nes-kol-ko ebary - cool, by the way, guys - and they all consider me a complete slut? You see it better? !!! Yes, you're just a jerk compared to any of them! You are just a complete sad zadrot! Tell you something? A friend of mine recently found your stupid letters. And you know what he did ?! He put me across his knees and slapped his ass while he read them out loud with an expression !! I finished twenty times, it was something !!! Super!!!

And she gave him a loud slap in the face.

“Sorry,” Artem murmured in a murdered voice.

In response, Sonya only squinted, looking at him point-blank, and in her eyes mischievous imps danced.

- Yes, not at all, because you know better ... You are now like a bosom friend of mine! You and you can cry. Listen, maybe you want me to make a company, admit it? My lustful dogs would not have been so naughty!

And Sonia giggled like a spoiled little girl. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) However, this also went surprisingly to her.

Artem stared at the pond, was silent for a bit, and then answered completely indifferently:

- You know, I will do everything you ask ...

- Even this?

- Even this ...

The young goddess of love and hunting was not surprised by his answer. She always correctly defined men by some kind of sixth sense. Well, time to celebrate triumph!

- Mmmmm! - Sonya stuck her lips to the dark ear, and he seemed to be shocked.Sensing that the victim was temporarily immobilized, the girl touched his lips with her fingertips, then began to play with them, bolder and bolder, and then unceremoniously plunged her index finger into his mouth and made several translational movements there.

- You know, you are doing quite well ... for a virgin - the insidious nymphet whispered, but then she jumped the cat to his lap and, taking her timid admirer with both hands behind her head, merged with him in a long first kiss.

“Happy ...” thought the passing loners.

- Now take me by the tummy ...

Artem obeyed, as if reluctant at first. But the hand was masculine, strong and caring, and the feeling - the feeling was somehow completely new, special, and Sonya suddenly froze for half a minute, and then she dug the boy into her lip, biting her to the blood. Even the virgin was clear that the girl orgasm. And here Tyoma felt inside himself such a collapse of the universes, what a man experiences only once in his life, and then, probably, not every ...

“Hello,” a dark-haired boy said amiably, stealthily approaching their bench. And Artem felt his girlfriend a little shudder. But I did not file a mind.

- Hello, Slavik, - she answered cheerfully, continuing to sit on those knees.

Slavik, it seemed, was also a little embarrassed, and therefore blurted out the first thing that came to mind:

- Having fun?

- Did not guess. We are discussing our future wedding with Temya, - Sonya sang just as cheerfully and carelessly. - to invite you?

- I have to go to the wedding with my girlfriend ... - Slavik objected slightly, but not losing his dignity, exchanging a firm handshake with Tema.

- Oh, and who would say! Can't you find something ?! Do you want me to pick you up?

And Sonechka slyly smiled at Artem.

“Well, happily,” Slavik hurried.

- Wait, are you home? I gotta go too, do you?

“See you tomorrow, dear,” the young goddess whispered to her chosen one who was wary of the experience, sneaked a lick at his ear, fluttered it, confidently took the hand of the new gentleman and carried him away along the alley.