... The next day, Maya did not even greet me at the university, which was to be expected. She sat on the ribbons separately, with Natasha. Case for the bones.

And he did his job.

- Kostya, can I have a moment? - Maya called him suddenly, for sure, to request some kind of synopsis or something, for study. Freud advised everyone, absolutely trouble-free, as it should be a walking Wikipedia. Now! Freud chose the moment I was watching from the side.

He explained something to her, looking into his eyes, then handed over some book and moved away. I noted that Maya listened to him fascinated.

“It should work,” Freud said quietly to me, sitting down next to the beginning of the tape. And I did not take my eyes off Maya, realizing that I had already missed her.

At the big break I decided. I'll check that Kostya wiped out Maya's memory. As if nothing had happened I approached her, I tried to look relaxed, but I myself almost shake from my nerves.

- Hello, Mayechka, - and I try to kiss her on the cheek. She abruptly pulls away, as if from an infected, and looks at me in surprise.

- Who are you? She says, as if she doesn't know me.

- It's me, Sasha, - almost stammering, I say, not understanding, is she making fun or getting angry? Maya continues to drill at me with a blank look.

- What is Sasha? We are not familiar with you.

Is she the game that started this?

“Maya, well, that's enough,” I said in a conciliatory, even pleading voice. - I'm to blame, but really ...

- Boy, you confused me with someone. “I see you for the first time,” my girlfriend quite frankly declares. Then she grabs her purse and calmly, with her light step, walks away. I stare at her in shock.

In the next three days, nothing has changed, and I realized that Kostya Freud suffered a professional failure. And in the evening my mobile phone rang. Natasha.

Sad, almost crying voice. Immediately I remembered that today she was not in the classroom.

“Sasha,” she says. - I need to talk to you. You can come?

Why did she call me? Half an hour later, I rang the doorbell of her rented apartment. Natasha was arriving, and I only wondered why I was needed if she had Dimka. She opened it to me and silently let her into the room. The girl was with disheveled hair, with a face swollen from tears, in one home robe, and on the table was an uncorked bottle of vermouth. All clear.

“Dimka left me,” she explained straight away. - Yesterday I caught him with this bitch, Tankoy with a parallel. He gave me that the end was between us - and the line of Natashkin sobs. - Well, what did he lack?

Women's tears, bitterness in the soul of the lost guy, and from me - the words of comfort that I, who had already put on the skin of a traitor, managed to pick up. But if it happened to me by chance (you know how), then in Natashkino variant it is natural. Dimon is such a type (he is still a friend, though) that he does not meet with anyone for a long time. Consumer attitude to the female sex. Go ahead and fly on like a moth on another flower. I had to say this bad truth to Natasha.

“You are a cool girl,” I assure her when we were sitting together on the sofa. She burst into tears again, and I wiped away the tears from her pretty face. - You will also find a serious, reliable guy. He will appreciate you, for real.

Natasha suddenly leaned on my shoulder, as recently Maya did. She also needed a man’s shoulder in moments when you feel you don’t need it. And mine was near. Her sadness is passed on to me, and I embrace Natasha in a friendly way.

We are already sitting in silence, I take the warmth of her figure through a thin robe and catch the beat of a woman's heart. Here Natasha takes my hand in her and lowers herself to her legs. The floor of the robe swings open and the palm touches her bare knee. Natasha's skin seems hot to me, even burning and alluring at the same time. I feel my cock gaining strength.The proximity of the female body spirals breath, and Natasha, as if catching my breath, complements it with her own and turns to me. A brilliant look of dark eyes with a spark of desire, and I understand that her thoughts are about something else. Natasha throws her disheveled, black as tar, hair (her pride) back and brings her face to mine. The smell of female excitement clogs my nostrils, and Natasha sharply digs into my mouth with her lips. I do not have time to push her away, but having accepted her thin but insistent tongue into myself, I no longer dared to do that. I could not. We kissed, and the friend below was already exhausted from arousal.

- Natasha ... Why? - I just managed to ask when she pulled off her lips. In response, the girl clung to me like a frozen kitten, and the robe flew off her narrow shoulders. Naked elastic breasts buried in mine, and I, through my shirt, appreciated the tension in her nipples. I could no longer resist lust, I hugged her tightly, Natasha leaned back and pulled me along.

- I want to? - She whispered a question in my ear, at the same time unbuttoning the trouser belt and covering her face with kisses. I dug into her lips again, they slightly nibbled me back, and wrapped my hands around her bare breasts. And then she suggested.

- So do what you want ...

I have already turned off my head, not thinking that I am changing Maya a second time, not having received forgiveness for the first. I did not want to comprehend what I found on Natasha that evening, but simply let go of my body, gave it to depressed desires. A quick approach of vaginal sex removed all the brakes that were still in the brain.

Hands with a shaking, awkward movement pulled the penis out of her panties. He was firm and ready to meet with the female vagina. I want to do everything right, do not screw it up the first time. I was nervous, I remembered the plots of pornorolikov and flustered the robe on the girl. I look around her charms, and a member zanyl even more intense when she spread her legs, showing his vagina. Alluring brownish sponge there bottom. She quickly freed me from the shirt.

- Come on, - Natasha uttered in a voice hoarse from excitement. I lean on top of her, trying to grop her way into the cherished hole, she closes the legs behind my back. Member buried in a narrow hole, tried to push through, but in vain. Why is it so narrow? ...

“Not there,” Natasha corrects me with a slight smile and closed eyes, and here I feel how she takes the initiative, or rather, my end in her own hand. Corrects his path, and in seconds he sinks into soft, moist flesh. The girl screams loudly when a member is sinking into the vagina, and I, grasping her and hugging him. Her palms are on my buttocks, Natasha is pushing from below, and I answer her from above. We begin to move, we moan almost simultaneously, when we do these simple, but tremendous pleasures. Passionate and pleasant. Everything happens very quickly when I feel the same flow start from the bottom, as then, with Yana. For seconds, I freeze like a statue, and the member, discharged by an orgasm, pours Natasha inside. His eyes dimmed, and I relaxed fall on his back. Near there is a girl lying. Damn, why so fast? I press disappointment in myself, and Natasha rises to her elbow and strokes my head. How small.

“Forgive me for being so few,” I apologize awkwardly, but she hurries to calm me down.

- Silly ... You are still a long time, as for the first time.

- You know that I? ... - but she does not let me finish.

- I know. Dimka said, in secret, that you still of this It was.

Well, that she did not remember the blowjob from Jana.

Natasha became my first woman, fully and unexpectedly.

“You can't just lower it inwards,” as she explains to the beginner what I myself know. I assure her that I will be vigilant next time.

And the next time was not long in coming. She was in no hurry to let me go. And I was in no hurry to leave, wanting to please her, and after half an hour, stroking her bulging ass, I felt a second ... Read more →