What to do now, Yura did not know. Zhenka, of course, is a ridiculous girl, but she will not get into the shower with him. This is a local steal and strive to slip ... As if he walks into the hall to squeeze them into secluded corners. Fools.

However, they quickly lost interest in him. Yura was a direct man and immediately said that he was thinking about such beauties. There were tears, there were insults. They even sent guys to deal with him. Funny ...

Here is Zhenya, another thing. She, of course, harmful, ungainly, looks like her younger brother, but ... You can chat with her about new techniques, jump in the ring, just laugh at a funny story. It is a pity she is so obsessed with wrestling.

No, well, is he to blame for being so petty? You can not give in - deadly hurt, you can not hit - a girl after all. What to do?

And the tension is accumulating ... Today, it’s generally shameful that I allowed myself to miss a few blows. And this brat was proud too ...

He could have just hooked it and pressed it to the ring, but ... Recently something stopped him. When he fixed his partner, held him in captivity, thoughts began to arise.

The door to the shower opened, Zhenya timidly stepped covering her small chest and lower abdomen with her hands. Quickly hid in a corner, turning his back to the guy. Yura was somewhat confused.

Zhenya silently looked at the wall, feeling the studying glance of the guy on his back, buttocks ... Well, yes, not a super model, but he knows how to fight! True, this reptile can not fill up. In the ring, in the sense, fill up. Here again, foolish thoughts climb ...

What did grandfather think?

He stands here like a fool, but he looks at her ... Ares, the god of war ... Gad.

The girl shuddered, feeling the touch.

- What are you doing ?! She hissed.

“Your muscles in your arms are not as hard as they are on your legs,” Yura thoughtfully sang with his palms on his girl's shoulders, stepped back a little, carefully studying her legs. - You're more feminine than pumped up. So conceived?

“This is all master,” the girl growled.

My grandfather personally followed her workouts, often saying that we should not forget about nature, that she is a girl. It is necessary to maintain a balance, he said, between strength and beauty.

- Have you become impudent? - was indignant when Yura squatted down and busily began to feel her hips.

“Get your buttocks on,” the guy asked calmly. Zhenya sighed, but she obeyed. Yurka is completely absorbed in the execution of orders. The master said to study, so he studies the muscles.

Maybe she should do the same? Zhenya waited until Yura straightened up, and turned resolutely towards him. It is clear that the guy does not see a girl in her at all, just a sporting interest. So ...

Well, does not see anything !!! Zhenya blushed deeply, assessing the size and strength of male attention.

“This is nature,” Yura began to make excuses, hiding behind embarrassment.

“I understood that,” Zhenya allowed herself some malice in her voice, although it was even pleasant.

She herself began to study the enemy. His dice press, cast muscles, not yet departed from training, hard as a stone. Thin girlish fingers gently touched the hard male skin, tempered with many fights and fights.

She will never achieve this. With her height, with her build ...

“Where are you going with your hands?”

- Sorry, I wanted to evaluate the chest muscles by habit ...

- Appreciated!?

- Yes ... small.

- Bastard, get me out of here!

The girl deftly kicked Yura under her knee and hurried to the exit. The limping guy followed her. A few minutes later, the dark and thoughtful students stood before the master.

- Well? - The old man arched an eyebrow.

“He is heavier than me and stronger,” began Zhenya. - It is useless to throw, to beat directly too. We need to look for pain points.

“She is petty and nimble,” Yura joined. - It is impossible to beat - I'll hit. You need to take advantage in strength and weight, just pressed to the floor.

- Who are you going to press, overgrown bull !?

- Do not buzi, snot.

- Quiet! Snapped the old man. - Is it EVERYTHING that you managed to understand?

The young people looked at each other and shrugged simultaneously.

“Zhenya,” the master turned to her granddaughter. - Give your keys to the apartment.

The girl rummaged in bewilderment in her pocket and held out a bunch of keys.

“So,” said the old man sternly. - Today spend the night together with Jura. Make love once.

The disciples silently stared at the master for more than a minute.

- Wh-what!? - the first girl could not stand it. - What are you talking about, grandfather !?

“Don't bother,” the old man snapped. - So what? I already went to college, but you still do not know how this happens between a man and a woman? This is nature! Relieve tension, no big deal. It may finally begin to think normally.

- Why with me !? - Eugene did not let up. - Let them tumble with their fans, they just whistle - they immediately spread their legs.

“It’s a whistle for them themselves,” Yura so distorted, as if with a cramp.

“I said everything,” the old man finished in an icy tone. - Go, it's too late. Yura, remember, ONCE, Got it?

- The second and I do not want ... Here at first I would like to find.

Zhenya silently looked into the eyes of the old man, did not find anything new, and hurried to the exit.

- What does he think about himself at all !? - the girl was seething while they were walking along the dark city streets. - Fuck sent! Master to him! And took the keys ... That's where I go now? Where? Hey! And where are you going?

“To the store,” Jurassic turned to a 24-hour supermarket.

- What for?

- For condoms.

Zhenya fell silent in mid-sentence, straightened her sports bag on her shoulder and hurriedly rushed to catch up with the guy.

The people at the checkout was not there, they were very late and the time was more night than evening.

- It's all? - long-haired blonde at the cashier frankly worth eyes Jura.

- Yes, - the guy calmly laid out a pack of condoms.

- Well, maybe worth taking wine? - the girl winked. - I understand that now you will take your little sister home and ...

“She is not my sister,” answered Yura coldly. - Hurry, please.

The cashier glanced incredulously at Zhenya, frowned a little and turned again to Yura:

- Sorry I messed up. Just such a girl with such a ... uh ... prominent, strong guy. I would never take you for a couple ...

Zhenya felt herself blushing under the mocking gaze of the impudent saleswoman.

“I forgive you,” answered Yura monotonously. “Now punch the goods and stop staring at me, anyway, I’ll go away with her, not with you.”

“Thank you for your purchase,” the blonde hissed through her teeth into their backs.

- Why so? - Zhenya asked. - Well, I would wait a bit, and then threw this beauty. Grandfather would say that ... would be lying.

- Since when did you start lying to the master?

- I'm not lying to him! Just for example ...

- Bad example.

Then went silently.

Yura lived alone in the most ordinary nine-story building. Zhenya had already visited him several times under various pretexts — together with his grandfather they congratulated the guy on his birthday, celebrated victory in the tournament and, once, ran when he fell down with the temperature.

- Do you want to eat? - Yura threw off his windbreaker, washed his hands and went to the kitchen.

- Why are you there? - Eugene threw off her boots and tiredly plopped down on the sofa, turned on the TV in a businesslike manner.

- Dumplings can boil, chicken breasts, pasta ...

- Is there sour cream?

- Yeah.

- Vari dumplings!

Ate from one plate, dipping in a saucer with sour cream. For dessert, a cup of tea with jam.

- Well? - Zhenya syto collapsed on the couch, scratching his tummy. She took off her jeans, left in green shorts, shorts and a gray T-shirt.

- Let's go to the bedroom.

- I want to watch telly!

- There you will look.

- Did you buy a second TV? - Zhenya hurried into the next room.

- Yeah, for the prize from the last battle.

- Cool! - the girl climbed on the bed and started clicking ... Read more →