- You are crazy, Sergei! - Svetlana leaned over the table and gently ran over the guy's cheek with thin fingers. - What “I love you”, what “marry”? No, you are a very beautiful boy, so gentle, so kind ... Bambi, in a word, - she remembered a friend's old school name.

After these words, the inevitable "but" followed:

- But I like brutal men. You will still find yourself a good girl, as intelligent as you are ...

The girl turned away boredly, leaning back in her chair in a somewhat provocative posture, showing elastic breasts under the thin fabric of her blouse and chiseled profile of the face:

- Besides, I have not walked yet, it is too early to marry me ...

Sergey, a young man with an angelic face and an immeasurably gentle character, smiled, although his lips were shaking from nervous tension after his confession:

- Well, it's not scary. If you marry me, then we will have an open relationship, you can do anything and meet with anyone.

- What?! - Svetlana turned puzzled. Her eyes seemed to be beginning to throw lightning. - You yourself understand that now I have sunk to the very sewer? ... Freak! Such men need to push in the womb.

Plump lips twisted contemptuously.

- Let's go home, Bambi ... All the mood was gone ...

Sergey and Svetlana rented a two-room apartment near the metro, so they quickly got to the house after class and had a light snack in the cafe. There was no intimacy between them, but the girl enjoyed all the advantages of the position of a beautiful woman with whom a former classmate was in love. In spite of the fact that there are quite a few girls according to Sergey, he remained loyal to his lady heart. In turn, she was a windy person, but she spared the feelings of a “neighbor” without bringing men into a small apartment.

- And what, you have not changed my mind? - Svetlana appeared on the threshold of Sergei's room, and he admired the graceful figure, tucked into a bright red stocking dress, emphasizing all the feminine bends, barely holding onto a high buzz and short so that it was not recommended to bend in it.

Lips in a bright sparkling glitter are still contemptuously curved, and in the eyes there was something ... so usually they look at a nasty insect.

- Tell me, did I understand correctly that we were hugging, kissing, waving, making love, and then I was going and leaving to fuck with another man?

The guy turned red, looked down ... but nodded:

- Understand, I love you and I want you to be happy. I will do everything for this and hope that you will finally appreciate it.

The girl grimaced:

“This is what kind of person you are, even with all this, you find such words that you don’t even look like a freak after this vile offer ... Okay,” she flicked her luxurious black hair backwards with a flick of her head. - I offer you three tests, if you pass them, I will marry you ... on the proposed conditions.

In the eyes of the guy, the jubilation was dazzling in half with pain, but then they almost got out of orbit - this girl suddenly shifted the dress to her hips. She was not wearing panties, and Sergei, blushing even more, hastily looked away from her neat, bare pubis, under which was a corner of pink tender lips.

Svetlana launched her palm between her thighs, caressingly touching the sensitive folds, and deliberately erotically licked her lips, and then said with a harsh voice with notes of contempt:

“I’m going to the club now, I’ll find the first decent guy I’d find and fuck him, and you sit in my room and wait.” When I come, we will decide what to do next ... By the way, I didn’t leave my daytime panties in the wash, you can smell them ... Or whatever perverts do to them ...

Then she came up and ran her hand over a noticeable erection in home shorts, sighed and shook her head:

- Well, at least that's all right ...

The girl turned and walked down the corridor to the door, deliberately slowly straightening the dress, confident that Sergei eagerly looked at her ass, gradually hiding under the fabric.

The wait was difficult and full of mental anguish. Sergey was sitting in a dark room, stroking a tiny triangle of fabric carelessly thrown on an unassembled bed and was tormented: Svetlana, with her appearance and sociability, could easily find a lover for an hour. If she was seriously talking about one-time sex, then it means that she is now making love with a stranger, groans and wriggles under him ... But ... let-let ... If only she was good!

But finally the door slammed, and the guy jumped into the hallway. Svetlana was sitting on the seat, leaning her back slightly on the hanger, and a dreamy smile was playing on her lips — a bit feigned: she wanted to annoy Sergei and showed exhaustion of a satisfied woman.

- tired? He asked carefully, looking at the object of adoration with tenderness.

- Still would!!! - the girl shook a shock of wavy hair. - Torn off so that I still can not reduce the legs.

A slight nod down, where the really narrow dress was tightly stretched over the hips, and the knees slightly apart. Sergey modestly looks away, afraid to look under her skirt, but then Svetlana suddenly pushes the dress higher and spreads her legs wide:

- Look, the hole probably still does not close and flows. You can check!

The guy freezes with a pillar, devouring his eyes with a beautiful girl, such an exquisitely model above the belt and such a disgusting fucking - below.

- Do not you understand? - green eyes look very strictly. - Quickly got on his knees and checked!

There is nothing left for Sergey, and he kneels down and is very close to the object of his lust. Labia really glitter wetly in the electric light, slightly diverging. He still hesitates, but the girl bends down with a contemptuous snort, takes his hand and presses against the crotch with force. A languid sigh breaks from her lips, and she hoarsely agitates:

- What kind of calf are you? Right - Bambi! No to - grab the girl by the pussy, but drag in the bedroom.

Perhaps it was a hint, but the guy, shuddering with emotion, only gently strokes Svetlana between her legs, lightly running her fingertips along the moist folds. She sighs heavily and sharply reduces her hips, so that Sergey barely manages to pull back her hand.

- Only the legs in the shoes are terribly tired, - now Svetlana is a naughty nyashka ... If only the dress was not so high up, the dress still revealed her hips and a little visible pubis ... - Take off my shoes, and kiss the legs ... Many - many times to cure them.

She appeasingly makes her eyebrows a little house, and her voice makes her sound childish, causing him almost physical pleasure from the love of this sweet, tender creature.

He does everything he does without delay, shoes fall to the floor, and his feet are covered with small feet with kisses.

- Poor fingers lick, they are so tired in narrow shoes ... And between your fingers, too, tongue walked.

Done and this. The poor young man can not resist the pleasing voice and is just happy to serve, without hiding his enthusiasm.

- And now I want to handle, and that you take me to my room.

There, Svetlana is wearing a dress, completely oblivious to the boy who has stood by, as if he is not here. Just a naked girl in her nest, now she is far away and as if she is just dreaming. It is natural and organic when it searches for a phone in a purse, checks mail, sets an alarm clock, very directly reflecting the places that Sergey could only dream of seeing recently.

“We should take a shower,” she mutters thoughtfully under her breath, waving her hand: “A little later!” - beating the pillow, located in a natural position on the bed, and only now notices on the threshold of Sergei.

- Oh, are you there? How by the way! - as if having just remembered him, the girl exclaims. “Do we think we had red wine?” Pour me a glass.

When the guy returns with a glass of wine, the girl reclines ...