- Yes, I’m lingering ... I will be later ... Yes, with a man ... As you wish, - Polina is already answering someone on the phone, the last phrases sound harsh, and it’s not difficult for me to guess who. Turned off the phone and sadly looked out the window.

“Do not pay attention,” she said quietly, then turned back to me, smiled, and switched the conversation to another topic.

... We drove to her house, got out of the car and headed for the entrance. The moment of farewell came, and I knew that, most likely, I would no longer see Pauline. The moment of truth, the thing for which I actually met her. And she does not hurry home, as if she is waiting for some question or suggestion. At my age I learned to understand whether a girl wants to leave you or not.

“Polina,” I appeal to her. My throat went dry, and my brains flew somewhere far away, years back. - Answer, just be honest ... Did you give me boxing gloves then?

Polina did not have time to answer how the front door abruptly, noisily opened, as if releasing an angry genie from a bottle. It was such a genie guy that Polinin’s husband looked like, jumped up to us to sort things out.

- Who are you hanging out with? - Glancing at me, this man asks with a shriek. He looks older than Polina, and, clearly seeing us in the window, instantly went down to express his feelings.

“This is Sasha, my classmate ...” she tries to explain as calmly as possible, but she can calm her down. I guess that such a showdown in their family is not uncommon.

“I'll explain everything to you,” I say, but the man reacts in a wrong way.

- And you shut up! - he throws to me, and suddenly bitingly, with a sweep of his hand beats his wife on the cheek. Polina screams and clutches at the hit spot, and for a second I find myself between them and intercept the flying fist of the hubby who has become jealous already into me.

- Sasha, please! Don't beat him! - frightened with a cry asks Polina. I restrain anger, trying to turn off emotions. I squeeze his brush, pushing it down, and soon the man is already lying with a broken arm under my legs, pouring out threats and bleeding. In addition to pity, he does not cause any feelings for me, and not because I put him in his place. And because he brought himself and his wife to such a relationship.

“Sasha, let him go,” says Polina with tears. She cries bitterly, and I obey her request. The man rises, the evil looks at me and seems to finally recognize the guy from the sports programs. Downcast, translates the gaze to his wife. Well, how can I leave my “Othello” classmate now?

“I have to go,” I say to Polina, and after a pause I hesitate to add. - Make peace?

Polina looked hard at her husband, then - in my eyes.

“Let's go,” she told me firmly. - And you leave me alone! - She cried with a new spray of tears to her husband when he tried to dissuade her.

I didn’t say anything when we got into the car again, just drove straight ahead, until nowhere. I understood, as far as a man could understand, her condition — to be humiliated by a spouse in front of a classmate after a friendly dinner. Waited for her words. The girl was silent, wiping away tears and dripping mascara, only occasionally continuing to sob.

- Beats often? - Finally, I asked first.

“Yes,” replied Polina sadly in her voice. - Tortured by his jealousy. Before the wedding, it’s still like that, and then it began ... To each post. Not life - but ... But I’m never once with anyone ... And I don’t want to give birth to children from him because of this ... So that they all see this ...

She showered her confessions, and I did not comfort her, giving the girl to speak out. I remembered that even at school I did not see how Polinka, the first beauty in the class, was crying. In the mirror of the cabin saw her sad eyes. I myself decided where we were going, she has nothing to do at home today. A peasant just needs to come to his senses and think.

And to her too. We enter, and I open the door of the gate.

“This is my dacha,” I inform, passing Polinka forward to a small suburban house. It is already night, and the girl needs to sleep. She clarifies whether I will stay with her, and, catching the request in her voice, answered in the affirmative. I take out a bottle of wine.

“Drink with me,” she demanded, having calmed down already, and I filled the glasses. Rarely, almost never broke sport mode, but in the light of recent events ... The evening, which had grown into a deep night, continued, we silently tapped and drank. Then I applied a compress to a woman's hit cheek, not turning on the light at her request. But the darkness was cut by the candles I lit. The feeling of being alone with Polinka put pressure on her throat. She was close, at an intimate distance, while I was treating her cheek. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at her neckline on the dress, which opened the seductively bulging chest. I felt how a grateful girl's hand was stroking my hand. Hot and tender. I note how the situation fills my dick in pants with concrete. He hardens and asks from Polina the same as my hand.

- Thank you, Sasha ... - she whispered.

“I will bed you downstairs, and I will go upstairs,” I suggested, not believing what I was saying. The rational part of the brain said that the girl after stress needed to be alone, but the other ... I tried to turn it off - to take advantage of the moment and seduce my former classmate during her family squabbling seemed to me not a man. Polina quickly helped him to bed and uttered with pressure on himself:

- Good night, Polina, - and having received a response “calm”, I went up to the second floor. Lay down, but sleep is not close. I need to sleep, forcing myself to disconnect, and already falling into a nap, like a rumor, not yet turned off by a dream, catches movement over me. I open my eyes. My vision does not change me - she bent over me. Her eyes glitter in the dark. So glitters female beauty, which always changed my rules.

The moment when there is no point in asking questions. Just drop thoughts, doubts and do what you want. Polina drops the blanket thrown over herself and remains in her underwear. Smooth line of legs, turning into bare thighs, narrow waist and hillocks of poured chest - fascinated by this sexy landscape. Long, calling for affection female neck. Polina gets out on me, I rise up and in a second I catch her lips. Mutual kiss, greedy, hot, poured into each other unspent passion. Her arms are wrapped around my shoulders and piled onto the bed. She leads my lips with a tongue, tickles the torso with the tips of her hair and intensifies the rush of excitement with this tickling, and my dick is bursting with Polina's ass sitting on it. Then the girl drew away, with one click, undoing the bra behind her back. He flies to the floor along with the remnants of my hesitation, and his eyes dig into the bare, white chest. Polina's pink nipples are staring at me windingly, I sit down and alternately clasp them with my lips, caressing my tongue, and she moans and ruffles my hair. My hands are eagerly, impatiently, as in their youth, they pull off white from their classmate, the color of their body, the panties, Polina helps me, and the panties join the bra, and their owner goes to me. Her naked hole leans against my pubic, wet and open.

- Sasha ... - I hear in my ear, which immediately receives her kiss and light playful biting. I note how glad that Polina's mood has improved, albeit from the anticipation of forthcoming sex. Or maybe not only because of him, but also because I am near ... I want to think so. I stroke her gorgeous breasts and stating how her pen squeezes my tight end from below. She starts to drive them in her hand, and the body gives a “time to go” signal, until I finish prematurely.

“Come to me,” I ask, and in a second I embrace the female figure that slid under me.

- You want me?

- Madly ...

- Then take it ...

Gently, as if afraid to damage, I lay down on top of her and dive into Polinka, guided from below by her caring and tender handle. A member, languishing with impatience, finally plunges into a warm moist bosom.I start to enter it, gradually accelerating the pace, hitting between the widely spread girl's legs ....