- Volkov, you are now looking at me with a hole ... - already finishing speaking, Olya suddenly remembered how the consequences were brought about by the similar words spoken by Sergey at their last meeting, and faltered, - ... you will burn.

Probably, the girl would have reddened with embarrassment, the problem was that it was already impossible to blush more than it is. “Damn, why look like this, it would be better to have raped ...” - the thought that came to mind did not add peace of mind, - “In general, I’m no longer a girl, so what’s going on with me?”

Even stubbornly staring at a book, Olya felt Sergey’s eyes with her skin, and could imagine his face exactly. Rough, as if carved out of granite by a talented but careless artist, a slightly detached, almost bored expression on it, but eyes ... "Do not look, do not look ... oh, mommies ..."

***

In the evening after that memorable seminar, the girl had to explain for a long time with nothing understanding, and therefore evil for the whole world, Igor.

- No, Fawn, so you tell me what it all was, huh? - strange, but worried, disheveled guy even if he lost some of his gloss, but he looked even more attractive. And from this Ole became even worse. If a girl could return to the past right now, she would definitely send Volkova far away and dismiss any thoughts about the continuation of "training." “I wondered if I would regret? Damn, I already regret ... Igorek, if you knew how I am guilty before you ... "

- Honey, why do you worry? It turned out our Neanderthal is not so stupid. Probably does not want to join the army.

- Probably, he does not want ... or wants ... - the tone of the guy made Olga look wary, but Igor seemed to have already thrown the morning incident out of his head, - Maybe we should go ... let's play?

The girl habitually clung to Igor's chest, and the couple merged into a kiss. So sweet, tender, soft ... but so unlike the madness that made you forget about everything in the world that Olya experienced today. The girl became incredibly sad: even hiding her betrayal from a guy, she did not feel as a liar as she is now. Worse, she felt deceived and herself. “Why is it wrong with Igor ... he's so good ...”

- Fawn, what's wrong with you? Everything is good? - the guy's face blurred before his eyes, and Olga realized that she herself had not noticed when her tears began to flow.

- I dont know. Something is not good for me.

- So, you need to lie down. I'm still here, damn it, more about my complaints ... - the guy looked seriously worried, - Call the doctor? I am your parents, happen that everyone pootryvayut, and they will be right.

- No, - the girl shook her head, - Just need to rest. You go okay

Already at night, lying awake, Olya tried to understand why she had chased Igor away. Perhaps sex with him would allow her to calm her suddenly awakened conscience, to gain resolve, in order to make clear to Volkov that everything that happened is a silly misunderstanding. Or maybe she had banished because she did not want this determination for herself. When the girl finally fell asleep, she dreamed of a man who was businesslike, almost roughly caressing her body. In the morning Olya could not remember his faces - only her eyes. And the stranger's eyes from the dream were black.

***

The next meeting with Volkov began ... strange. Olya was expecting anything, but not that the guy greeted politely, as if nothing had happened to get a job at the table.

- Well, Simonov, come on, tell me how the space ships plow the Bolshoi Theater.

Madness flooded with rage: “How dare he behave this way after, ... after ...”

The girl opened her mouth to tell the impudent jerk everything she thinks about him ... and said nothing. What did you expect from him? What he immediately pounce on her? Or what will blush and frown? “Yes, anything but this brazen indifference! Freak, damn it! ”

Having scorched the guy with her eyes, Olga settled herself in the next chair and began to explain the new topic, not knowing herself, she does this in order to teach her “student” something, or simply to distract herself from the thoughts that go to her head.

But the study didn’t work right away: to the things that had distracted the girl before, like a bewitching smell, memories of a very piquant quality were added. The picture was stubbornly spinning in her head: now she, without interrupting the explanation, will stretch her hand under the table, and her palm will rest on the pants of the man. Dexterous fingers will release a member from the captivity of clothes, already beginning to pour strength, slightly tickling the testicles. And then - for a short time they will leave so well-remembered part of the body alone, and move under the shirt to feel the press cubes, to spend on them with a barely perceptible touch, rather teasing than caressing ...

- I will fulfill one any desire, if you tell me what you are thinking about now.

Olga blushed. And looking up at the guy - flushed even more. Sergey looked straight at her, and looked so that for a moment the girl had confidence: her clothes either disappeared or became transparent. Sensing the treacherous humidity between the legs, Olya hurriedly stared at the book.

- I think about studying. And I recommend it to you too! - It turned out hoarsely, almost a whisper.

- La-a-bottom, - in the voice of the guy I could hear a barely restrained smile, - I will think ... about studying.

But now the girl's skin now felt his eyes, greedy, burning. Even not looking in the direction of Sergey, she felt the guy's eyes wandering around the curves of her body, confidently and unhurriedly, as if feeling. Olya usually didn’t like to be “staring at”, but now ...

- Volkov, you are now in my eyes with a look ... prozhzhёsh.

In response, the boy with a gentle movement took the book from her and set it aside.

- Played and that's enough. Go here.

All the same strong hands forced the girl to rise from the chair and put in front of the chair, in which Sergey was bossy. Without another word, the boy slowly began to rid the girl of clothes, equally stopping her attempts to both prevent and help in this intimate process. And with each piece of toilet lost, Olya felt her excitement grow.

When the queue finally reached the moisture-soaked panties, the girl could not stand it, and grabbed the guy by the palm, not knowing what she wanted: stop this arrogant, self-confident hand, depriving her of the last obstacle on the way to the innermost, or vice versa, silently but desperately asking for affection. Wishing that rough, but surprisingly skillful fingers soon touched her "pussy", stroked, penetrated inside ...

But Sergey still gently took his hand away, and slowly, as if enjoying the excitement and embarrassment of Olya, pulled off the last piece of clothing from her. And only after that he slowly got up and pressed the naked girl to himself, kissed her. Olga felt how a foreign language demanded to penetrate her mouth, nipples that had become painfully sensitive, rub against a tough guy's clothes, how moisture from an excited pussy begins to ooze on her thighs, and understood - stop Sergey now, and she will cry, beg, beg him so that this madness continues. There is no even begging, not even to make love with her, namely “to seize”, to fuck ...

Breaking the kiss, the guy began to undress himself, also slowly, gently, not for a moment taking his eyes off the trembling excited girl. He settled back in his chair, and pulled Olya to himself, to his excited member, offering to continue to act by herself. Once again, appealing to Sergey, pleadingly, she came across a glance full of burning desires and equally burning thirst for possession. The guy was waiting for Olya to ask, recognize his power over her.

Glowing eyes, the girl herself slowly planted on the penis, so unusually large for her hot, but narrow pussy, that, it seems, he fills it all without a trace, forcing to encircle the excited flesh like a glove.Burning, almost unbearable pleasure made Olya arch out, make a moan turning into a cry, and finally dropping to the end, stand still, trying to get used to the new sensations.

- Seryozhenka ... Seryozha ....