Hi, my name is Lily. I would like to tell you how the most interesting things in my life began. I will tell my story gradually, from the beginning to the present day, provided that it finds a response from readers and will interest at least someone.

About me: I’m a little brunette (165cm), slim, chest 1, 5, pretty face, flat tummy, I have slim sexy legs and tight ass. Since I have small breasts, I decided that I should take care of myself and be in shape to attract guys with a slim body.

It all started in the first year. I then just started dating my boyfriend Andrew. He was 2 years older, and it was to him that I gave my virginity in just a month of a relationship. In terms of blowjob, he was not my first, but he did not know about it and I decided to keep silent so as not to upset him. In general, in sex, everything was fine with us - Andrei was an attentive and gentle lover, although sometimes I would like that he would not think about me and satisfy his desires, take me rudely. But what is not, is not; he is too afraid of hurting me.

Andrei had many friends, they all often gathered in a big company, took their girls, although many of them remained unoccupied and I often caught myself with their interested views, especially when I was wearing a mini-skirt or short shorts. Andrei never attached any importance to such views, because they were all good friends and no one would even dare to pester me. Well, at least he thought so. Especially from all his friends stood out Anton, who was handsome under 190 growth, he had a pretty face and a trim body. He considered himself an alpha male. True, he was stupid like a cork, which, however, did not prevent him from kadrit girls and they just fell in piles at his feet. True, they too were no smarter than bricks. Often looking at Anton, I had vulgar little thoughts, but I understood that the only place where such a body could be used was a bed, since prolonged communication with him could tire anyone. Andrei had many other interesting friends, but about them later.

We met for about 2 months when Anton invited us all to his birthday party. Of those that went were 3 couples, including me and Andrew, and 3 single guys including Anton. Anton was gathered in the apartment to celebrate, it’s good that he lived on his own and nobody could stop us. Having declared to him at 7 o'clock, the guy and I gave Anton a bottle of expensive whiskey, and then I went with other girls to cut salads and prepare food for the holiday, as the birthday boy otmamatsya from work so that everything puts us and everyone should contribute.

While we were preparing the male part had already managed to properly roll in the amount of 1, 5 liters of whiskey and have already begun emotional conversations. Having arranged the food, everyone sat down at the table and a real celebration began. Everyone drank, loudly pronounced toasts in honor of the birthday man and in general did what people on drunks do - they drive themselves to a degree under the pretext of health, happiness and longevity.

Somewhere in the middle of the holiday, Igor and Irka (one of the invited couples) began to show their passion very strongly - to kiss and touch each other right at the table.

- If you want, you can leave the next room, - said Anton. - It is locked with a key and we will definitely not interfere.

Irka giggled and they and Igor without thinking twice they went into that very room.

“Something ends,” Dima remarked sadly (one of the lonely guys).

“So why don't we quickly run after him?” - Andrew broke from his seat.

I tried to get up, but the drink made itself felt and I spanked onto the sofa.

“Andrew, I am not able to,” I said.

- Well, I was not going to take you, we are going with the guys, - Andrei dismissed. - Sit here and entertain the birthday.

In my head, vulgar thoughts began to play as if I could “entertain” a birthday man, especially knowing how he was staring at my body until Andrei sees. I blushed and took a quick glance at Anton, but he didn’t seem to attach meaning to Andrey’s words and continued to lean on the food.

The rest of the guys jumped up, threw on their jackets and went to refuel for everyone. At the table there were me, Anton and Lena with Maxim (second pair).

We sat and chatted about any garbage, when suddenly from the next room I heard the moans of Irka. The groans grew louder and I giggled, because the situation was really stupid - we all silently sit at the table and listen as if behind a wall Igor fucks Irka.

“Well, he is hers,” said Anton.

- Max, we go to the balcony, I need to discuss something with you, - said Lena and pulled her boyfriend along.

They left and at the table Only I stayed with Anton.

- I am for a moment, do not be bored, - said Anton and stomped to the toilet.

In order not to be bored, I decided to go to the balcony and stand with Lenka and Max, but as soon as I left the kitchen, through the glass door of the balcony I saw Max, who was leaning on the railing, and Lena sat at his feet and gave him a blowjob. Without turning on the light in the kitchen, I moved to the darkest wall, leaned against it and continued to observe. Lena sucked passionately, smeared drool over Max's face and eggs. Sometimes she took Max's dick to the ground in the mouth. I could only wonder how she did not choke - he was 20 centimeters and quite thick. More than my boyfriend, I noted with regret. Although it's probably harder to suck. And Lenka sucked everything. Max closed his eyes from pleasure and took her hair and began to fuck in his mouth growling fiercely.

I felt wet and already fantasized about how my boyfriend would return and I myself would be able to suck him off, and then he would put me on cancer, take my hair, give me full slaps on the ass and fuck me so that sparks would fly out of my eyes . But this will not happen. There will be tender sex with gentle kisses and caressing my breasts, while I would like him to bite my chest and pull my nipples so that tears in my eyes would come.

- Like? - Suddenly there was a voice from behind.

I already jumped on the spot from fright. I completely forgot that Anton is also here. Apparently he had long since returned from the toilet and stood behind me and watched not only the sucking Lenka, but also my reaction to it.

I looked away shyly and mumbled something unintelligible.

- Let's go, - said Anton.

I went after him without really understanding where I was going. From the excitement in my head, scenes were drawn of how Anton takes me with his strong hands, throws me on the bed, rips my clothes off and fucks me until I lose my pulse. But this will not happen. I have a boyfriend and I can't do that to him. But my pussy treacherously blundered when I looked at Anton, who was walking in front of me along the corridor. We returned to the room in which everyone celebrated, but it was now empty, except for me and Anton. I sat down on my seat on the couch, and Anton sat down next to me, so close that his shoulder hit mine and the waves of excitement spread treacherously over my body.

“I was thinking here,” began Anton, “you didn't give me anything like that.”

- How it is not presented, - I was indignant. - What about whiskey?

- Well, it's not you, but Andrew, I am sure that out of your money there was not a penny.

“Well, I'm a girl,” I slapped the dumbest argument.

- So what? I want a gift, - protested Anton.

“What do you want?” I asked, feeling that my panties were already wet through.

“Well, I don’t know,” Anton said slyly, blatantly examining my body.

And I had a look at what, because on his birthday I wore a light cocktail dress that exposed my legs to the middle of my hips and showed a hollow between the breasts. Under it were black lace panties and there was no bra.

- Do you know what I want? Striptease! - Anton said looking at me with his eyes full of lust.

“Well, no, I'm decent,” I said.

- What's wrong with that? - began to beg Anton. - Just undress ...