What can you desire from a dream? You came up with it, you found it, you achieved it with your perseverance and feeling. Now you are the chosen one, which is cool for a kid student, you can be with her, a dream, very close and even take her in your arms. Hold it tight, like a well-deserved gift for the waiting time.

But the dream still wants the smallest.

Sex

I knew that from the moment I saw Maya.

... The first day of the first year of the first university in my life. I sat down in the audience and began to look at the students scattered around the hall, those with whom I would have to meet and spend school years, I hope, cheerfully and with benefit for my body and soul. Guys and of course girls are cute and erotic. All settled down, as here, almost simultaneously with the teacher she entered.

Rather, she swum - with a light confident gait, accentuated by the grace of even, bare, bare legs. Blond bangs, brilliant as dear brunettes, blue eyes, slightly upturned nose created a portrait of this beauty. This is the place on the cover of a youth magazine. Inside, everything ached, I absorbed my eyes, devoured its brilliance. But why am I there, all the boys in the audience were staring at this girl while she was choosing a place in the front row, without even looking at the assembled team. From the girl came a halo of grace, confidence in her beauty and ...

Unavailability. So it seemed not only to me.

“You cannot approach this,” I heard a quiet comment from the side and turned to the side. A short, puny bespectacled man sat next to me and joined my impression of a newly minted classmate. In a funny plaid shirt, he looked great at the “nerd” heroes from American youth comedies. These guys are waiting for the attention of girls for a long time.

- Kostya, - this “miracle” stretches my hand, and I can only meet him. - You can simply - "Freud".

- Who? - not understanding, I ask again.

“So they called me at school, for my passion for psychology,” Kostya answers with a touch of pride, and note that my fellow student seemed to like his nickname. We shut up, the tape started. I could not focus on the topic of the lecture, constantly looking at the blonde beauty in the front row. In the shower, a start was given to him - a real feeling This is how I found Maya and met Kostya Freud.

With Kostya, the eccentric “nerd,” or rather, a psychologist (in his understanding of himself), we soon became friends. Study was incredibly easy for him, and more than once he “dragged” me on one or another subject. But with Maya ...

She did not let the guys to her, keeping a friendly distance, which all students-sues were honored with, and gently brushed aside the offerings of dating. This, despite the reputation of the first beauty of the course. According to the description of girls who spoke with her closer, Mike was very strictly brought up, perhaps even old-fashioned. My unobtrusive courtship did not find the desired response from the girl, until finally the first session came.

There were seven of us sitting in a small audience, each with a drawn out ticket, and preparing for answers to Peter Pavlovich (Palych, the most meticulous teacher of the course). The tusovaya life in the company of the latter-day comrades prevented me from regularly attending all the lectures of the bison in the economy of Palych, and even more so to learn his subject for the exam. But the lack of knowledge now, when I was preparing to go to the “frontal place,” I was compensated for by a pack of neatly folded written leaves under a sweater.

"Bombs"! Understand what it is about? Answers to all tickets. One has only to unnoticeably pull out the leaves and find one needed for a brilliantly informative answer to the teacher. I behave calmly and write something on the sheet for the sake of appearance. From behind, Freud sits and prepares - this one, unlike me, knows everything.

But I take the time to look at Maya, who is sitting in a row on the side, and note that she does not have my confidence.She confusedly reads into the questions of her ticket and writes almost nothing. Her beautiful, chiseled profile of her face (and breasts), her white bangs covering her forehead, make me admire and ... pity.

The girl has no answers to the questions he got.

It is obvious to me that Palych will “fall asleep” and send her for re-examination. Pity grows into responsibility. Maya does not look around, and I don’t have the opportunity to call a group member to find out her ticket number. Time passes quickly, I catch the moment when Palych carefully buried in some kind of "Talmud" and instantly pulled out from behind the sinus of "bomb", I run them on the floor to Maya under her chair. She hears a faint noise, looks down at her feet, not yet realizing salvation, then at me. I just pointedly show my eyes down. Maya slowly bends down, picks up a pack of sheets, puts it above her knees and pushes her skirt, showing her magnificent legs for a split second. I see how embarrassing for her, almost embarrassing, while she is sorting through, barely dropping her eyes down, answer sheets. But Maya really wants to pass this exam; she cannot upset her strict parents. Finally, find the desired sheet. Gently, imperceptibly, he puts it in front of him, taking advantage of the distraction of Palych, runs over his eyes and then turns to me.

A light, grateful smile for me, and I grin back. It cost a whole semester to study for the sake of her smile.

Soon, Maya announces that she is ready and takes an exam in five minutes. But as soon as she sat in front of Palych, I remembered. The fact that the knife hit me under the chest after the recent joy. Chill swept over the back. I have not left myself of his answer. Too in a hurry to save Maya.

I turn to Freud, I look confused, and Kostya, like my comrade, understood everything. He strains and stares at Palych.

“Smirnov,” I hear when Maya leaves the office. Palych appeals to me. - Come here.

Damn, I do not have time to get help from Freud. You need to play with dignity, I decide. I am going to the teacher’s desk, getting ready to admit that I don’t know anything, I draw Palych to me. He does not even invite me to sit down. Silently takes the record book in his hand and calmly, as if it was decided, writes me the highest score. My bewilderment, mixed with triumph, there is no limit.

“Free,” Palych firmly announces and invites the next one.

I leave the audience.

She is waiting for me.

- Well, how? - with a tone of excitement Maya asks me.

“Yeah, great,” I reply, and add fun. - And Palych told me to invite you to the cinema this evening.

Is it now and will refuse? No, I can't accept it. It was my day, the day when, finally, you touch the dream. She smiled again.

“Thanks for the help,” Maya thanks.

We started dating.

... When you fall in love, you immerse yourself in a girl completely. You share her thoughts, tastes, constantly looking for what you have in common with her, and find. In all the companies you are together. You are ready to sacrifice, ready to understand. To accept her as she is, despite the fact that in the world created by you, she is the best. Enjoy every hour you spend together. You feel sad when she goes home, and you stay downstairs at the main house. Ready to lick tears from her cheek when she cries because of the illness of her beloved kitten. Imagine how you will live with her.

And yet - constantly imagine yourself with her in bed. Naked, sex giving. Maya and I met for almost half a year, half a year in my life, but we didn’T have IT.

She said no. She wants to be completely sure that her boyfriend is not an accidental fellow traveler in her female destiny. And finally, she will give herself only to her future husband. These are her principles. Such her parents raised her, and she does not want to change.

“Sasha, it’s impossible,” she whispered in an excited voice of Maya, when, being alone in my room, I pulled up her topic and caressed my bare breasts with my mouth. As so, because she moaned a minute before, when I ran my tongue over her sharp pink nipples. The member nagged intensely, demanding his beloved female ...