When I was 23 years old, I left my hometown in the Volga region and there we formed a small company of six people involved in the sport. We constantly talked, went to watch movies, go to theaters, went to relax together at resorts.

The company had three guys and three girls. All of them were so far from the realities of life that I felt like a forty-year-old lady there. But I had fun with them and, over time, strong friendships arose between us. Two of the company were a couple, the others sometimes brought their passions for display. Of the entire company, the most incomprehensible personal life was led by me and a girl named Lena.

Everything was clear with me - I did not get hung up on a permanent relationship, but for six months I met with some handsome for sex and a pleasant stay. All this was in a very mild form, I very carefully chose lovers, but for some reason I was impatient to create for myself an image of a sort of depraved person who knew all forms of sex and now misses a bit.

Lena was an amazing person - wise beyond her age, sometimes told me in life what I didn’t notice, a fatal woman in fact who had never had any relationship and in general she was waiting for her prince. However, she was not naive romantic fool, but quite sensual and at the same time pragmatic.

Her approach to love was alien to me, but I respected her very much. But at that time I didn’t really appreciate the good human relations and therefore I constantly got into all kinds of fights, disputes and often pushed people away from myself intentionally.

With Lena everything turned out somehow strange.
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Once we met at a cafe to celebrate my birthday. Our friend, Artem, brought with him a rather adult man named Sergey, explaining that he did not find another way to meet with an old friend. I didn’t care, especially since this Sergey brought me amazingly beautiful daisies and blurted out:

- They symbolize the tenderness and purity of the female soul. Yours

All those sitting at the table were rolling with laughter, because five minutes ago I was talking about the monastery, where I had recently gone on a tour, and, of course, in the sexual aspect.
Seeing Sergey in the eyes, I made sure that he, too, had a lot of fun, a sly look in his eyes was very visible. They were brown. I have always loved brown eyes in men.

By the end of the evening turned into a battle of titans - Sergei and I competed in sarcasm and the ability to tell about something later.

Since that evening, we began to meet with Sergey almost every week, but not for love, and not for sex, as you can imagine - we philosophized and argued, it was a kind of brain fucking and a real spiritual battle.

For example, we argued about whether to physically punish children, or whether viewing of pornography is harmful to female libido. All this was reasoned, we even prepared articles for our battles, searched for information in nete.

We often rested together - he paid for our entertainment, in his behavior he was a natural dog, although he tried to hide it. Of course, things were getting closer to sex, but Sergei was not my type, not mine at all, and I understood that it was necessary to somehow retire.

We met on Sunday, as usual, walked along the embankment and suddenly for the first time switched to normal life topics - who works where and how much he gets.

I told a little bit about my work, and Serezha told me about his. He worked as an assistant to a tough businessman, the owner of factories, newspapers, steamboats, and in fact saunas and all sorts of other entertainment places.

- By the way, remember, we argued about prostitution? My old-age chef gave himself a party - he offers young girls sex for money and they are being carried on, and that’s all.

- How old is he? - I asked.

- Fifty three.

- Fu, Seryozh, I don’t know of course, I personally wouldn’t take it;Also for the money, no, I don't understand this, foo.

I was covered with a wave of disgust, the more I saw Seryozheniy Chef in one newspaper and he had such a face when you look at a person and think:
"What an old nit!"

We went and Seryozha continued to convince me:

- Believe, there is no such woman who cannot be bought!

I laughed.

“Well, tell me ... you can't buy me now, I'll go myself, but clearly not to an aging lustful goat.” If I sleep with a man, he is worth it, but the unworthy is just some sick degenerate such as your boss, who has nothing to show but money. Here, take Sean Konerri - he is already dofig, but personally I would love to sleep with him, he's an amazing man!

Serezha stopped on the spot.

- No, you are absolutely wrong, I demand a dispute!

- Well, how do you think to confirm the correctness?

Sergey thought.

- In short, we take the girl, we offer her to the chief, if she agrees, you lost.

- No problem! Offer me him and you lose!

- Well, no, I need an uninterested person, but I did not say that I want it if you lose.

I was almost sure what he wanted, but still asked.

“For one evening, when I say, you are completely mine.” In all senses.

I was already wound up, so I agreed, especially since I knew who I could rely on.

- If I win, then you give me twenty pieces, I just need money. By the way, do you know Lena S.?

- Of course.

- I suggest that you offer it. I am confident in it for one hundred percent, you will lose, Sergei.

- To each girl there is an approach, there will definitely be to Lena.

We discussed the details, namely that I will be aware of all the actions of the boss and Lena, and as evidence we will receive an audio recording of the whole process of seduction.

At parting, Sergey easily hugged me and whispered:

- Honey, you have such an elastic ass, always wanted to see her naked.

I pushed him away and hurried home. Lord, why are men so stereotyped? This phrase about the ass is so jaded that it is no longer in a position to initiate anything, but on the contrary, removes all the excitement.
On the way home I stopped by Lena. She met on the network with some boy and was in love. After talking to her about this and looking at her regal posture, I realized that the treadmill I had looked after would soon be in my apartment.
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The game has begun. It was August, the last warm days. I have never bathed anywhere in the summer, filled out reports at work and languished in the heat.

Called Sergei.

- Tomorrow, the chef meets with Lena. I will be with him, I will put the recorder on the panel, they are likely to sit there in his gelding to discuss the details.

- How did he lure her?

- As usual. Need a mistress, I guarantee material support. Ha. Not for long, he persuaded her, you just do not want to change the candidate?

- No, honey, better prepare the money.

- Better prepare a swimsuit for the sauna.

I hung up.
On weak takes, well, nonsense, could not Lena on such a story. I could not find a place for myself - the meeting was scheduled for the next morning, at 11.

At 11 I started calling Lena. She did not pick up the phone. I called two hours later myself.

- Hello. Did you call?

- Hi, Len, how are you?

- OK, but what?

I exhaled.

- Let's go to the cinema tomorrow night?

Lena coughed.

- I can not, I have things to do.

I tensed.

- What the heck?

- It is necessary to go to the university in the evening.

Then I tightened even more. Which university? In the summer, in the evening?

- Well, then, somehow. (erotic stories) Len, have I ever told you that you are a very beautiful, worthy girl and will your lucky husband be lucky?

- Uh, no, what are you?

- Yes, so simple, I wanted to say nice.

We said goodbye. I sat in a trance until the evening, in the evening I went to the bathroom to relax. Washed up, just turned on the water, the phone rings.

On the display "Sergey".

I have turned off...