After graduation, I went to study in another city, and did not see the class after that. No, there was, of course, a couple of friends with whom relations were maintained, one was studying with me in one city, and with the second one - I sat all at the same school. But so, to get to the meeting of classmates, to see everyone, to communicate - there was not a single time.

After graduation, I returned home, but I still did not have the habit of meeting a class.

Now I am 27 years old, I have a small business, but I have enough life. Besides, I'm not married, and in general.

And then at work the checks were frequent, I even spent two nights at the office. But everything ends sooner or later, and my check is over. The truth is late in the evening.

I released the assistant long ago. He will be alone before lunch tomorrow, and I will sleep.

Until brought order, it was almost midnight. Grabbed a bottle of brandy from the safe (today you can, there is a reason). Put the office on guard. I decided to go home after all in my car, although there were thoughts about a taxi.

In the middle of the route "on the machine" I turned from the avenue to a parallel street, I usually go around traffic jams, extending the route by several kilometers. At night this may not be done, but today such a maneuver determined the further development of events.

At the stop a dark shadow was voting. While I was thinking of giving a lift, not giving a lift, my leg pressed the brake itself, and the car stopped in front of the girl.

- Where? - I asked, opening the window.

- Before the "Comintern", how much?

- Sit down, agree on the way - I reached out and pulled the door handle, opening it from the inside.

The hot June air burst into the air-conditioned cabin air with a light scent of my female traveling companion perfume.

It was, in general, not too late, especially for Friday, but something was felt in her movements, nervous or something.

I turned on the light in the cabin, threw a passing glance at the girl, and ... There was something painfully familiar in her, but what? She looked at me, smiled, then a thought flashed through her eyes.

- Glory? Motenko? - She asked, peering into my face.

- Yes, - I started to slow down the car. - Tanya Pivneva.

So I stopped the car in the middle of the road, turning on the emergency stop.

Tanya was my classmate, once I was even in love with her and even admitted it. But received a refusal. And at the graduation party we danced with her a waltz, like the best couple of the class (just no one else could do this).

After that I did not see her.

- My God, Tan, after ten years have passed.

- In-in-de-xia, - she said protractedly. - and, you, today, did not even appear.

- As today?

- So, Glory. - She looked down. - Yes, eat off, you, to the side.

I slowly drove to the parking lot of the hypermarket.

- I didn't even know. Was there a lot of people?

“Almost all Rylova's earrings, he died in the army,” Tatyana lowered her gaze. - Svetka Levchin, she gave birth the day before yesterday, we stopped by her, and you and Dima Filonov.

- And Nikita Shpilevsky was?

- was.

- He has our coordinates and could call and call.

We were silent, and looked at each other. The first I could not resist.

- Are you in a hurry?

- No, but what.

- Come to me, let's sit, talk. - I said. - Only now we will go to Auchan. I was not at home for three days, the mouse hung herself in the fridge.

- Come on. - She easily agreed.

While we were driving home, I told about checking that I was tired as hell. Therefore, Tanya immediately began to disassemble the bags and cook, and I was almost forcibly pushed into the bathroom and locked there.

After the shower, I was born, strength reappeared, but everything was ready. On the table were wine, brandy, cheese, candy, fruit, a few simple salads, red caviar with caviar. The table was full of food.

- Me twenty minutes, but not three days? When did you have time? - I grinned and kissed her on the cheek. - Hostess.

- Come on. - She reluctantly pulled away.

We sat, talked, I talked about myself, about studying in another city, she talking about herself, about classmates I hadn’t seen for ten years. They remembered school jokes.

- Do you remember, in the tenth grade, did you confess to me of love? ¬ - Suddenly she was somehow embarrassed.

I was embarrassed and nodded.

- And in the eleventh - I fell in love with you. Especially for graduation, I learned to dance a waltz ... - She paused, took a big sip of wine. - I thought something would work out ...

- And I out of spite everyone with Katka from “B”. - I looked into her eyes. - Not that I didn’t like her at all ... But there was no love.

Tanya moved closer to me, I hugged her.

And then - we seem crazy.

She eagerly dug into my lips. I held her tightly to me, licked my tongue into her mouth.

She deftly jumped into my lap, wrapping her legs around her waist, and began to unbutton my shirt.

My hands were already under her sweater and tried to unbutton her bra. When this happened, I pulled away, lounging on my back, and took off her jacket, which flew somewhere in the corner, a second later, the bra went there, and after another couple my shirt.

We kissed again, passionately, eagerly, as if trying to catch up on everything that hadn't happened many years ago.

I squeezed her breasts, elastic, well fit in my palms.

Then she pushed me away, once again threw me on my back, unbuttoned the belt, button and pants fly, gently took hold of my genitals, jerked my “pump”, took it in my mouth. She sucked superbly, deeply and strongly pulling the penis in her mouth and quickly moving his tongue. Then with a pressure she spat it out, passed around the head, put her tongue under the bridle in the hole, went down to the eggs, rose up again.

- Enough! - Panting, I almost growled.

She leaned into my face, lightly touching the chest of my penis.

Smacking her lips, I threw her on her back, and began to go down, strewing her breasts and stomach with kisses. Unbuttoning his skirt, he began to slowly lower her legs along with her panties. Kissing her feet. Taking off her and socks, I also slowly climbed up and dug my tongue into her bosom, slightly parted labia. I found the clitoris, and began to pull it with quick, language movements.

A shiver passed through Tanya’s body. She clutched my hair with her hands.

I threw her legs on his shoulders. The clitoris swelled and stretched out so much that I could even suck a little bit of it, bringing the moaning Tanya to orgasm. Slowly introduced her "pussy" index finger, while continuing to caress her tongue.

My legs squeezed my head, my nails clung to my shoulders, my tongue dipped into a sour-salty, menstrual fluid.

Tanya finished, bleeding juices.

I got up and sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, gave Tatiana a glass of wine, and he himself took a small sip of brandy.

At this time, Tanya caught her breath. Pull up, clinging to my hand, and clung to my neck, leaving a hickey on it.

After a few minutes of rest, I was on top of her, penetrating my phallus into her vagina. We made love until dawn.

What did she craft? Why not? At school she did gymnastics ...

... I woke up around one in the afternoon, her head was on my shoulder. Freed his hand as accurately as possible, afraid to wake this tender creature. He got up and went to fry eggs with bacon and make coffee.

And I thought everything to myself: “It does not happen, or does it still happen? And how will it end? ”...