The course did not work. Dima had been sitting at the computer for several hours, but had hardly moved forward. If with the explanatory note and the calculation everything was more or less simple, then in the drawing it stalled. He seemed to know how to draw a reducer in the section, he had a good idea of ​​how to build it in his mind, and he knew how to work well in Avtokad, but in reality everything turned out to be much more complicated than expected. I wanted to break the monitor with my fist. The only thing that held back was the realization of the fact that after this he would not progress at all in the development of a drawing. In addition, the monitor is not only not to blame for anything, it is also expensive. Plus, the noise design distracted terribly - the music thundered behind the wall, and every now and then a woman squeal and laughter rang out. Most likely, there was a spree in full swing, ready at any moment to grow into an orgy.

After he once again had to remove a dozen lines of mistaken lines, he decided that he could not work at all in such a noise and went to swear. After his call at the door the laughter died down, but the door was not opened. The music continued to roar. When he insistently rang the third time, the door opened slightly, and the girl's face protruded through a narrow crack. Light brown hair was scattered over bare shoulders, a few strands stuck to the sweat-covered forehead.

- Hello ... - she said, carefully looking at the guy. - Have we met before?

- Hello. We, unfortunately, are not yet familiar, but we can meet, if you do not mind, - said Dima. The girl was silent, expecting him to say more. On her face, not a shadow of a smile flashed, which could mean sympathy. The attempt to meet was clearly a failure, as was usually the case with Dima, so, slightly embarrassed, he decided to go straight to the point:

- I am your neighbor on the site - he nodded at his door. - Could you have a little quieter fun. I try to learn, only with the noise that you create, it is impossible.

- Sorry, we will reduce the volume, - the girl winked at him and slammed the door.

After a couple of seconds, the music subsided, becoming barely perceptible. Dima returned for the computer, only now his thoughts could not concentrate on the switch. He did not go out of his head this girl. She really was pretty. However, when sex happens infrequently, any girl will seem pretty. And he had sex with him only a couple of times in his life. Of course, for his nineteen years, this was only the beginning, but he was not disturbed by the exploits of his classmates, who changed the girls like gloves and were able to sleep on flat with three in turn overnight (as at least he knew from their stories). Everything was completely different with him - his glasses, intellect and high grades never attracted girls. He dared to get acquainted rarely, and if he did, it ended most often with failure. Like here and now. However, this girl winked at him. Maybe just like that, and maybe she liked her. Maybe he misses his chance?

He imagined the whole picture of this situation - he is sitting on a chair and trying to complete the coursework, while a campaign of girls is having fun behind the wall. Of course, they, most likely, with guys, but he did not hear male voices. Suddenly they are alone! Worth trying to join. Maybe he will not be happy there, but it's worth a try. Dima understood this, but at the same time he understood that he would not decide. Imagination painted pictures, starting from how it turns out to be surrounded by naked girls exhausted from desire, and ending with the scene as he was kicked by the tipsy guys of these girls, who may have fun with them behind the wall.

He saved what he managed to do to the file, and knocked out the computer - anyway, he will not advance further today. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Dima stomped open. On the threshold stood the same brown-haired girl.Thoughts with lightning speed swept through his head - wants to meet, wants to invite to the company. Then they went more prosaic - asked for money for alcohol (they say, we ran out, then we will refund), or brazenly begin to persuade to go to the store, otherwise they are too lazy, or simply ask for a match or a lighter and leave.

But the girl hesitantly smiled and said:

- Hello again. Can I come in?

- Come in, of course ... - Dima squeezed out. The girl walked past him and stopped in the corridor. She was wearing short denim shorts, of those that are slightly larger than underwear and a short topic, which left part of the abdomen and navel open. Next to the straps on the top, pink bra straps were visible on her shoulders.

- By the way, my name is Nastya.

- Me Dima, Very nice.

- Me too. Can I apply to you with one request?

“I’m listening,” Dima began to grow stronger in the conviction that this was still an ordinary dynamo, and she would ask for a day for a drink.

“Sorry we were making noises with my friends.” I am very ashamed - it means that she rests only with her friends. If there were guys, she wouldn't say that. Fine!

- It's okay, you are not so much disturbed me. So for the request?

Nastya looked up at him, but suddenly her cheeks flared, and she shyly lowered her gaze to her feet, starting to look at the carpet.

“I wanted to ask you about something,” her cheeks burned more and more, as if really from shame and awareness of their guilt. - I want to ask you to allow me as compensation for moral damage ... - she stumbled, but took a deep breath, blurted out: - As compensation for moral damage, make you a blowjob.

It seemed to Dima that he was hit on the head with a frying pan. Or something heavier. Even if the girl told him that the end of the world was about to come, he would have been less shocked. He had never heard such a thing from a girl, especially since now, from an absolutely unfamiliar person.

- WHAT? !! - only he managed to exhale.

Nastya flinched and leaned a step back into the apartment. She was about to cry.

- Can I suck you? Please, ”she said with tears from her voice.

- Why ... Why do you suddenly want this? - stammered said Dima. It seemed to him that everything that was happening was a dream. Her dream was coming true now, but he could not dare to make a step towards her.

- Let's go to the room - she grabbed his hand and pulled into the hall. Near the computer desk, at which he had just sat, was a sofa. Nastya pushed Dima in the chest with both hands, forcing her to sit down. She herself sat next to her, her hand on his knee.

- You see, we are celebrating Ani's birthday right now. We played cards first for strip and then for desire. By the time you called us, I lost all my clothes, and I had to open naked. After that, I lost the game again, and since I had nothing to take off of myself, I had to fulfill a wish. Anya told me to come to you, apologize for the inconvenience and make a blowjob.

- Do you want it yourself?

- Regardless of whether I want it or not, I must fulfill any desire. Even that.

- And often you order each other?

- Usually not. As a rule, desires are just funny. The vulgar thing that happened before was when we demanded that my girlfriend masturbate with us. I just recently stole Anya from a guy, so this creature was angry with me and invented that.

- Listen, you are not obliged at all ...

- Must! Do not refuse me, - Nastya suddenly pressed herself against him with her whole body, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed her. Her lips were very hot. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, instantly arousing. Dima clasped her hands, even more tightly pressed to him. But after a few seconds, he removed his palms from her back, taking one of them to caress her bare thigh, and the other to greedily paw the chest.

- You are so passionate, - Nastya said coming off.“But I didn’t come here for kisses, she pulled a digital camera out of the front pocket of the shorts and, having turned it on, chose the mode ...”