He ran his fingers over her face, erasing traces of saliva and his seed, and Olga again involuntarily wondered how these hands, like the legs of a fairytale beast, can be so neat, even gentle. In silence, the girl watched as Sergey tidied up her clothes, and then, going up to the table, in one motion she looked like all her textbooks and lectures in a bag.

“I’ll take this away,” he didn’t ask, but simply informed, as if something had been decided, “I’m supposed to have an exciting night.” See you tomorrow, baby.

Watching Sergei heading for the door, Olya noticed with surprise that despite the fact that he had just finished, the guy was still excited, and in such a way that it was noticeable even through his clothes. For a moment, she wanted him to come back, walk up to her, demand something more, maybe even ... make him. “After all, he is so strong, he would have easily coped with me ...” - the crack of the door lock put an end to her fantasies. But again opened the way to panic. “Igor! He must come ... damn, very soon! He will immediately understand everything ... Calmly, he will not understand. Urgently in the shower, wash off the smell ... ". In the shower for some reason, desperately did not want to. “It’s his smell ... Damn, what am I thinking about?” Time was running out.

And already basking under the warm streams, Olya again remembered what happened today ... the incident, as she decided to call it for herself. She remembered Sergey's pupils, which had expanded from excitement, a member that was as coarse and powerful as its owner, the bitter taste of a man’s seed for lips, the delightful feeling that came to her today from one thought, that she gives another real pleasure, satisfaction from that even discharged, the guy did not cease to desire her ...

The girl herself did not notice at what point her fingers began to stroke the wetted "pussy." And only when the pictures of what happened today before her eyes scattered bright fireworks from millions of sparks, Olya finally realized that she had long been sitting, leaning against a wall, completely devastated and exhausted from her own caresses.

Igor appeared exactly on time, with a verified and graceful gesture, stretched out a scarlet rose, embraced ... Olya was the first to fail to respond to his caress with all the passion, and only allowed herself to be kissed.

- What is it, Fawn? - Igor moved away a little and carefully examined the frowning girl, - You are some sad ...

- No, not at all, - the guy again pulled the girl to him. His fingers gently stroked the neck, habitually finding the most sensitive places, and Olya was relieved to feel the desire wake up in her. Yes, recently a clouding has been found on her, but Igor, so gentle, so close, he knows her all, knows how to bring to the top.

“Okay, yes.” Only not sad, but angry. Got it.

- Who? Your little animals? - for some reason, the disregard in the guy's voice unpleasantly scratched, - And it is worthwhile to get upset about him. There is no need a mentor, and the trainer. What, is everything really bad?

“... growing heat in the whole body, ... elastic flesh sliding between the lips, ... a wide palm caressing rather than washing the lips of the traces of what happened ... But he did not say a word. No, she did not want to hear anything at that moment, but he could ... Although what could he say to her? Thank you for sucking, baby? ”

- Not that word! - Olga hid her face on Igor's chest, hoping that the treacherous blush of shame and excitement would be less noticeable, - As you said, this freak, in principle, does not teach.

- Well, do not worry, - the guy gently sat Olga on the bed, and sat next to the floor. The girl felt Igor's lips slide over the inner thigh, and with a familiar movement she ran her fingers into his blond hair.

- Will you stay tonight?

- And your parents? - Igor has already partitioned Olya and now he himself got rid of clothes.The girl for a moment presented on the spot his moderately pumped figure another, rough and strong, like an ancient war, but decisively shook her head, driving away the vision.

- In Germany. Whether they sell something there, or they buy it. In general, I have a couple of months without custody.

“Then of course I will.” I can't leave my girl completely alone, especially if monsters are roaming around.

The guy pulled her to him. Light, teasing kisses and painfully slow caress, forced the girl to wet herself and look forward to the continuation. How do you want to Igor was a little more rude, overbearing. But the guy was as always, gentle, unhurried, attentive ... When, almost bringing her to madness, the guy finally entered her, Olya arched forward and braided his legs, wanting him to wilted as deep as possible. Igor's lips caressed the girl's chest, playing with her nipples, forcing her to forget about everything, except for a leisurely rhythm that carried her somewhere to heaven. When together they reached an orgasm, Olya felt an incredible gratitude to Igor, because he, without knowing it, dispelled the doubt that had settled in her.

***

- Well, all got the options, we start to write.

Olga stared at the test sheet in front of her and sighed heavily.

This morning she, giving in to a sudden impulse, began with a blowjob, very impressed with her desire for the still sleepy Igor. He said that for the sake of such a "Good Morning" is ready to live here forever, even if for the sake of this it is necessary to hide from her family in the closet. The girl dragged the contented guy into the shower, where they continued their “wake-up”, but only in their eyes, reflected in the mirror, Olya saw a slight sadness. Caressing a member of Igor, to her disappointment, she did not feel a bit of that insane delusion that she experienced yesterday with Volkov. Yes, and sex with an old friend was pleasant, even magical ... but, I wonder, how would he be with Sergey? Perhaps, the flame that with Igor simply warmed, in the case of Volkov, it would have turned into something more, all-consuming ...

At the same time, the girl understood more clearly the horror of what happened yesterday. She cheated on Igor. Worse (though what could be worse ?!), she did it with their classmate, who now probably considers her a girl ... hmm ... very lightweight behavior. And if Sergey starts to chat? No, they probably won't believe him, but - Igor ... If he asks? Can she lie right in his eyes ...

Olga pushed the sheet away in irritation: the damned questions stubbornly refused to form into something meaningful. Looks like today is her day of unanswered questions. Maybe when she fails today's test, Moray will release her from mentoring? It would be great. And she will retake the test later.

The girl imperceptibly glanced at Sergey’s massive figure. The guy looked at the list of questions with such a view, as if he hardly understood what it all was. So he took a pencil and began quickly, obviously at random, to mark the options. “Did you seriously think that he would at least try to learn something? Well, do not be so naive fool - for him it probably was nothing more than a funny episode of the evening. It’s good if he didn’t share fresh hochma with friends. ” But it still became a shame to tears.

It took about ten minutes for Volkov to complete the two-hour test, after which the guy got up and went to the teacher. Involuntarily, Olya was surprised how he, healthy and seemingly slow, managed to move with such grace. "Like a sneaking cat ..."

- All the same in the same place, - Moray met the guy with her signature shark smile, and defiantly ignored the outstretched sheet, - Volkov, well, you should have at least once tried to show enthusiasm in school. Do you want me to give you another option for another try?

- No, thank you meekly, - Sergey just put the sheet on the table and turned around, - And I will definitely show enthusiasm. Just look in the dictionary what it is - and immediately.

The audience was filled with stifled giggles. Marina O. irritably pulled to her test, and delved into the test.Olga tried again to proceed to the decision, but realizing ... Read more →