the eye does not take off, - adds Yana with a laugh. - Sanya, this is not normal. Where is the attack of jealousy? - and she laughs, thus showing how ridiculous it is to be jealous of someone like Kostya. She did not consider him an option for a girl and, especially for herself.

It seemed that Freud was being pulled out of the other world, the words he heard, he started up and looked at the girls with justified eyes, first at Yanka, then at Natasha.

- Yes, what is there ... - my friend murmured. - So, just thinking.

“I did,” adds Dimon, and Kostya justifies himself before him.

- Well, you know ... - and falls silent, afraid to blurt out too much. Dimon looks meaningfully at Kostya, and they already meet with his eyes.

Nothing happened, I note.

Soon the girls offered to play "in the crocodile." Do you know this game, when one silently, without sound, shows, and others guess what or whom he wanted to show? Student game, followed by stretching from school. But we had fun. We agreed to show only our mutual friends, and of course the teachers. I was the first of the guys to guess from Yana, and it was time for her to set me a task. To do this, we with her (so that the others could not overhear) followed Dimkina into the room.

I note how dark it is. Twilight, further emphasizing the sharpness of the Yanina spirits and the proximity of tête-à-tête with my girlfriend's girlfriend. She closes the door with a warning “do not eavesdrop!” And we are left alone. Yana suddenly comes very close, and in addition to the perfume, I catch the smell of champagne. In the dark, her green eyes glitter like those of a cat. I catch myself thinking that cats are famously oriented in the dark. A minute later, I am convinced of this and regarding the Yankees.

- Well, come up with? - I whisper to her, and I myself get lost from the rolled feeling of closeness to our solitude. As if there is nobody behind the door.

“She came up with it,” she replies just as quietly, and then with a sharp movement, absolutely suddenly for me, she pushes my relaxed body into a chair. I flop ass, not even having time to oyknut.

Then comes the amazing. Yana brings a finger to her lips, showing me an order of silence. I froze, trying to figure out what she had in mind, and it was not long to wait - the girl was kneeling in front of me. Dumbfoundedly trying to figure out what is happening, I do not believe in what is happening. Yanka in front of me on my knees? And then even more striking and exciting. She stretches her graceful fingers to my fly, jerks to unzip the snake and runs her palm into my underpants. Hot and demanding.

Everything described took a dozen seconds.

- Yana ... What are you doing? - only I said, feeling how tense, filled with desire, my end. Trying to get up, but she keeps me in the chair.

“Calmly,” she whispers with a slight, ironic smile. - Shouting is not necessary ... - and adds, flashing excitedly with cat eyes. - You'll like it.

I calmed down before her, like a mouse, and would lie if I say that I didn’t want to go on. And then she bends over to the fly with plump lips, with a hand releases my penis from her underpants and puts her mouth on her. The end, hard and aching, partly disappears behind the line of her lips, and goosebumps from this sudden ... contact pass through her body. I take a deep breath when a member sinks even deeper, and the girl holds her sharp tongue over him. Sharply, impatiently, Jana begins to suck. Damn, I've never had anything like it. I try to suppress moans escaping from within, biting my lip and covering my eyes. What are we doing, I think? The thought of Maya behind the door and of stopping it breaks into a storm of excitement. Below, the flesh is firmly enveloped, the wet sensual mouth is sunk, in the silence the friction of the Yankin lips is barely audible. I feel very well. Yana sucks a member gently, then accelerating, then slowing down the pace, and I can not say how much time has passed, how the hails are heard from behind the door.

- Hey, are you long there? - this is Dimka.

- Come out, it's time, we wait - this is Maya.

Still, we, about their opinion, were delayed.

Yana's fingers are pulling the testicles, making me arch in the chair. The girl's hair is loose, and I don’t see her face anymore, but I feel the wet heat on my phallus, which received so unexpectedly my first blowjob in my life. I touch the palms of Janina neck, I pull to me. Yana suddenly swallows as deeply as possible and freezes, as if hearing steps approaching the bedroom. Then sharply pushes him out and swallows him again, tightly wrapped his lips. I do not hold back and scream, a wave of buzz flushes the body, and the flow of semen soars upwards, straight into Yanino's throat ...

- Do not disturb? - I catch a piece of hearing, still remaining in reality, the disgruntled voice of Maya. The door to the room (kapets!) Swings open and I open my eyes.

Maya stands at the door and tries to assess the veracity of the picture - her boyfriend with her pants open, and her friend with her dick in her mouth. Yana immediately releases the already dropped phallus, but calmly, slowly, as if with a sense of accomplishment, and is lifted from the floor. I get a scornful look at Mayin. It would be better if it was a blow to the head with a brick.

What have I done?

“You ...,” she could only say, looking into my eyes. The once tender look blew cold. Rejection. Treason with a friend at the door, this is the result of our game.

- Maya ... - I try to find words, I mess around with my fly, but I don’t have time to explain anything about how Maya flies out of the room, and in a minute from the apartment. At the door, a concrete fact has not yet arrived, but understanding that something wrong has happened, the rest of the company.

- O-pa, exclaims experienced Dimon, noticing how Yana wipes her mouth with a napkin. She swallowed all the sperm, I realized, and now removes the last traces of her antics. Natasha asks a childish question: “what happened here?”, And only Freud is bewildered and even depressedly silent. It seems that he understood something for himself.

My brains are about to burst, and they ache in my chest. I don't want to see anyone. I close this scene ...

* * * *

- Well, what have you got? - I practically screamed at Freud when we were three again, after a couple of hours. Dimon spent Natasha and Yana while we waited in the apartment. The feeling of satisfaction after the blowjob was replaced by shock and anger, reinforced by three cans drunk to relieve the stress of beer. Angry at myself and for Freud.

- What about Kostyan? - Dimon did not understand.

- What have you not realized? Why would Yanke do this to me? Freud confused! - I state my suspicion to Dimona.

“Sasha is right,” Freud agreed dryly and upsetly. - It's my fault. I focused on Maya, turned on the telepathic transmission of the impulse, and then Janka distracted me. And the suggestion about Sanya got to her.

And Yana very quickly realized the order inspired by Freud. This is how a little bespectacled genius of hypnosis spoiled my personal life. Himself to blame when he agreed to this.

But something else gnawed Kostya, he was depressed no less than me.

- Was it hard to focus on Maya? - I asked sadly.

“I was constantly thinking about Jan,” Kostya confessed in the same sad way.

Dimka and I didn’t even clarify. Both knew that Freud had long and hopelessly sunk in Yana, which she did not even know. And then Yanka, with the help of the boy who fell for her, also distinguished herself with me ... Paradox.

“You and I will come to Maya tomorrow, and I will explain everything to her.” And you will confirm - I said resolutely to Freud.

“Sanya, don't be wise,” Dimon interfered. - So she will believe you.

“If Freud demonstrates her abilities to her at once, she will believe,” I insisted.

- And do you admit that Freud got confused, and instead of Yankee, should Maia have to give blowjob? - skeptical asked Dima. Damn, but he's right.

“Let's make it easier,” suggested Dima. - Let Freud choose the moment tomorrow and telepatnet Maya, that there was no suction. Just erase her memory, as Palych on that exam.

Dimka came up with a super idea. My mood immediately rose. Mike will come back to me, and Freud got the psycho-telepathic task again. Any mistake can be fixed .... Read more →