I say, - Marina, where are you there? Join us!

We see that Marina appears from behind the fence, first her arms and head, then her torso. Then she needs to put one foot on the fence. And we stand from the bottom, we look. I think - well, and how are you, I wonder, are you going to climb on the fence and not light your cowards? And the pleasant feeling covers. Feeling - that the most interesting is about to begin!

Marina has nowhere to go. She still pulls up a little, puts one knee on the fence - and of course, the skirt is bullying, and the pants are visible not in passing, but in full! I am pleased, standing, smiling. Marina already climbed the fence. Looks at me, all red. Either from exercise, or she understands that she still lit up our underpants.

- Well, what are you staring at? Turn away, I will slazit.

- Yes, please, much I need. I've already seen everything.

I defiantly turn away, a smile does not leave my face.

Marina got off the fence, came up to us and said:

- Well, okay, if you saw everything, then it will be fair for you to show us too.

I was on my guard. How many times before we looked at the girls and under the skirts and in the cut of blouses - never before had any interesting sequels. Usually, in such cases, they either gave you a scornful look, and with the words “Fool!” They changed their posture, or simply pretended that they didn’t care, and proudly continued to go about their business.

Now a new situation has arisen, and it was necessary to quickly decide how to lead oneself correctly.

- What to show? - I pretended not to understand what it was about.

- Show what you have under your pants.

Nothing yourself, I think, just take it and show it like that ?!

- What, right here?

- Well, where is it?

I continued frantically thinking about my behavior strategy. Indeed, one could get out of this situation in several ways.

You can make a joke, froze and do apples.

You can and make fun, they say, right now, now I'll be here to show you everything.

And you can show. Only here, in a prominent place, simply take off his pants and immediately put on - a hopeless and uninteresting business. There were no benefits from this.

And I decide:

- I will show, if you want (thereby involving Nastya in the game), but not here.

- And where?

- Well, somewhere, where there is no one, and no one will see us.

“So where will we find such a place?”

Great, I thought, everyone has already forgotten about apples, we need to develop the topic with the pants further.

- Listen, Marina, is there no one in your house? Mom only in the evening from work back?

- Well yes...

- Well, if you want - then we go to you, and I will show you everything. Honestly.

Marina looked at Nastya. She realized that the game goes too far, and somewhere in the wrong direction, in the forbidden, so to speak, area.

Nastya was absolutely indifferent to what is happening. With all her appearance she showed: if you want - I will go with you, no - I will not get upset either.

And Marina too hard to retreat, she brewed porridge. And here she, once again looking at Nastya, quietly says so: “Let's go.”

And we went. Again climbed over the fence. Marina was no longer worried about her shorts, and climbed as if she were among some girls, not embarrassed and absolutely natural.

We came to the door of her apartment.

Marina took out the key and opened the door. Her eyes downcast, she let out a breath: “Come in.”

Entered the room. There was a TV on the bedside table. On the contrary - folding sofa. A little to the right and to the side of it is a chair and a coffee table. Opposite the armchair is a sideboard, usual for those times, with books and crystal glasses. This room was no different from my living room, or from hundreds of the same Soviet rooms of that time.

Nastya immediately plopped down on a chair, stretching her leg over her leg.

Marina sat on the sofa.

I stood in the middle of the room.

There was an awkward silence. We had to somehow defuse the atmosphere.

- Marina, do you have a tape recorder?

It was necessary to say something. This is the first thing that occurred to me.

- There is.

- Well, turn on, what are your tapes?

- Well, different ... "Combination" here is ...

- Put "Combination"

Played the famous "American boy". Nastya began to sing the couplets quietly.

- Well, okay, we didn't come here to listen to music ...

With these words, I began to unbutton my buttons at my fly.

Standing with my fly unbuttoned, I pulled up the edge of the T-shirt, and in one motion took it off.

I looked at Marina, she sat red, but did not take her eyes off. Nastya continued to hum the couplets, but also watched my actions.

I took the edges of the pants from behind and pulled them down. Then he took out his leg from one leg, then from the other.

He took the pants in his hands and threw them on the sofa next to Marina.

I felt a sense of shame. I stood in shorts in front of two girls.

Lord, I thought, but how many times I did the same with them, but only on the beach. And there was no shame. So how does this situation differ from the beach?

But she is different. And everyone knows what. Indeed, unlike the beach, here in the apartment, erotica is just beginning. And from the possible continuations it becomes even a little uneasy.

- Want to look further?

I tried to say it as evenly as possible, but it turned out hoarsely.

The girls were silent.

- Well, so?

And then Nastya, who was silent all the time until that moment, suddenly said: “Come on.”

- Well, then you show me, is going? Everything is fair.

The girls exchanged glances. Suddenly Nastya leaned back in her chair, quickly unzipped her shorts, raised herself slightly, pulled them off herself, and again sat in the chair: leg stretched over her leg, back straight, hands clutching her knee, causing a look.

It all went so fast that no one had time to gasp.

Marina, looking at Nastya, silently stood up, unbuttoned her skirt. She fell at her feet. Stepping over the skirt, bent down, picked it up, and put it on top of my pants.

She herself sat on the sofa. Knees tightly moved, body slightly forward, hands on knees.

- No, what are you pushing in these chairs! I can't see anything! I stand before you openly!

After thinking for a second, Nastya got up. The legs are even, one foot is turned to the side. Hands folded in front of the chest. Looks at close range.

Marina sits and looks dumbfounded at all this.

I look at Nastya for a moment. She has a great figure. Beautiful legs, hips have nice roundness. The stomach is taut, but also a round one. Waist present. She is generally a spectacular girl. Blondie.

It was dressed in simple such cotton shorts. Pale pink, almost white. Along the edges at the hips, the strip is not thin, but not wide, three centimeters wide. Behind the bottom all closed. Panties sit low on the hips, below the bones. Sit tight, the bulge of the pubis is clearly visible.

By the way, this is connected with the case or not, but I still like most of all these pants for women. No thongs, no ruffles and silks make me more than simple low-set cotton panties, tightly fitting ass and pubis.

I say, “Well, what do you mean? I just want you to relax. Sit down as usual. Well, that was convenient. "

Nastya flopped back into the chair. She leaned back, spread her legs a little to the side, put her hands on the armrests.

Now I saw a strip of panties going below the pubis. It even seemed to me that I could make out a small depression exactly in the middle of this bar. Never before have I looked so shamelessly at the girls between my legs. My breathing became more frequent, a little shiver passed through my body, and the feeling was as if the floor was beginning to disappear from under my feet.

Looking at Nastya, Marina also leaned back on the couch, one leg tucked under her, the second loosely dangled.

She was wearing simple white panties, which, in fact, I have seen before ...