- Borya, - Igor's tone frankly scared. - Quickly disappeared. If once again I hear that you are insulting Oksana or spread rumors about her ... You will not get off easily. Got it?

“Got it,” Borka answered quietly. - Can I say goodbye to the guys?

“No,” said Igor firmly. - Get out from here.

Oksana hastily recoiled from the door and returned to the table.

- Well, what is it?

“I don't know,” the girl answered evasively. - They talk ...

Igor returned with a broad smile on his face:

- Borka went home, - he winked. - Went through the guy, that was all nonsense. And why is everyone so boring? Let's Dance!

The guests came to life, the offer was accepted with a bang. Music began to play, the table was pushed back to the wall, the light was muffled.

Kate immediately clung to Anton, the guys just moved side by side, and Oksana wanted to sit on the sofa, but was intercepted by Igor.

- Beautiful, and where are you? - he took her hand, hugged her waist and began to whirl in the dance.

Oksana did not know how to dance, but she didn’t need much from her. She nuzzled Igor's shoulder, felt his hand on his back and shifted from one foot to the other.

Igor pressed the girl so tightly to her that it seemed to her that she could feel the sound of his heartbeat. The guy's hand stroked her back and slowly but surely shifted lower.

- What are you doing? - whispered girl.

“I pester you,” the guy also whispered.

Oksana blushed. She did not get used to such intrusive attention from the opposite sex. And this reptile, not even trying to hide something ...

But is it all so bad? She was not averse to dancing, and her hand on the priest disturbed the imagination rather than brought inconvenience.

Anton's friends went home, but Katya and Igor remained.

Oksana tsedila wine from a glass, listening to another story of Igor, who turned out to be a good storyteller and suddenly noticed that her brother and his girlfriend were out of sight.

The girl resolutely got up, looked into her brother's room, but did not find anyone there, but in the parents' bedroom ...

- Hey! What are you doing here! - the indignant girl found young men kissing on the parent's bed. - This is impossible! To the exit!

Parents strictly strictly forbidden to go in from the room and the girl was going to fulfill the mandate. There was still not enough of these yours right on the parent's bed ...

“Well, sis,” Anton whispered. - I still remember this.

- Let's get faster! - Cried Oksana.

She kicked out the guys and straightened the bedspread on the bed, made sure that everything was in order and returned to the living room. There she found only Igor.

- Where's the sweet couple?

- It seems in your room, - Igor smiled.

- They scoff !? - began to boil Oksana.

- Wait, do not swear, - Igor took her hand and pressed a finger to his lips. Together they crept to the door.

- Anton, is it nothing that we are in Oksana's room?

- Nothing, I have such a mess ... Yes, do not worry, now she will calm down a bit and we will clean up in the bedroom of our ancestors ... There is such a bed! Well, you saw ...

“It’s not in bed,” Katya purred. There was a scuffle and the sounds of kisses.

- Oh, so, - Oksana resolutely went to her parents' bedroom and sat on the bed with an independent view. - I will watch!

Igor barely restrained laughter, he went to the living room and returned with a bottle of wine and glasses, turned off the light.

- What are you doing?

“When they sit in wait, the lights are turned off,” the guy said. - Let's move.

They sat on the bed and drank wine. The eyes were already accustomed to the darkness, and Oksana involuntarily looked at Igor.

- Do you think they will come soon? - whispered the girl.

“No,” he shook his head. - I think they will not come at all.

Oksana was silent for a while, then it dawned on her:

- So they are now, right in my bed !?

- Yeah, - Igor grabbed the jumped girl. - Calm down, Oksan. Your brother is eighteen, Katke too.They honestly waited, let them come off.

- But!

- Everything! Sit here! Think about it yourself, in the morning Anton will be so ashamed that he himself will crawl with an apology ... You take something from him.

The girl calmed down a bit.

“What are you going to be with me all night?”

- Yeah.

Silence again. Igor poured the remains of wine in glasses.

- Oksan, let's play.

- What?

In riddles-answers. Ask what you want.

- What year did Napoleon die?

“I don't know,” Igor answered after a pause.

- Ha! - smiled Oksana, but then she got worried. - What are you doing?

Igor decisively pulled off his T-shirt, exposing the embossed press.

- Are we not undressing?

- Not!

- It's too late, I already took it off, - let's take the next question.

- Who was the second president of France?

- Well, wow you have puzzles! - Igor got up and began to unbutton his jeans.

Oksana watched him spellbound. Here the guy unbuckled his belt, here's a button on his jeans, his pants and ... Igor winked at the girl with a grin and quickly pulled off his socks.

Oksana offended turned away. This reptile also mocks.

- What is Stolypin's ties?

- Easy! This is the gallows, - answered Igor.

Oksana hesitated, but the guy persistently grabbed her by her blouse and pulled up. From surprise, the girl did not even oppose.

- I did not agree! She whispered, covering her chest with her hands. Suppose she was a bra, but large white breasts so easy not to hide. She was sure that in the twilight Igor sees everything perfectly.

- Don't be shy, we're just playing, - Igor encouraged. - Come on next question.

Perhaps excitement was to blame, but the following three questions were easy and the guy answered correctly. Now Oksana was sitting in the same underwear, and her jacket shorts and socks lay on the floor.

- Everything. Enough

“Well, no,” Igor sat so close that they touched his shoulders. - Come on harder.

- Give Pi ... ten decimal places!

Igor began silently pulling off his jeans, remaining in the blue family workers.

- Are you giving up? - Oksana giggled.

“No,” said Igor brazenly. - Now the fun begins.

- Who was the first man in space? - Oksana involuntarily gasped, realizing how much she had pierced.

- Yuri Alekseevich Gagarin, - the girl clearly saw the guy smiling.

- Maybe ...

- Nope, take it off.

Oksana awkwardly put her hands behind her back to unbutton her bra, but Igor helped her gallantly and that large, slightly sagging breasts were free. The girl covered them with her palms, but it hardly helped.

- I don't play anymore!

- As you say, - Igor's voice sounded so close that Oksana started.

The guy hugged her shoulders and kissed her:

- Never been Kissed?

- Not...

Their lips touched. Igor persistently worked his tongue, bit his partner's cups, did not allow him to step back. At some point, the resistance finally fell. Oksana realized that she wants it.

Why? Maybe this is the only chance for her. Quiet student with no boyfriend and close friends. Let it happen now, at home with ... a pretty bully.

The girl sat back on the bed, the guy hung from above. He spread her arms to the sides and began to caress her breasts.

“How beautiful you are,” he whispered, crushing soft flesh.

Igor leaned on Oksana, covering her face and neck with kisses. The girl clumsily answered him, completely giving the initiative.

The guy long and tastefully caressed large breasts, crumpled and bitten, licked and pinched, carefully watching the reaction of Oksana. If the girl liked it, he repeated movements over and over again.

Fearfully compressed heart, when Igor got out of bed and took off his panties. Oksana almost did not move. While the guy helped her and get rid of the icy details of the wardrobe.

- Ready? - Igor has already managed to wear a condom.

- Not! - Oksana squeaked, ... Read more →