Svetka was easier. It was her world, her element. She was in the throes of these feelings and emotions, she was fascinated and quickly learned the rules of this game. What some women study for several years, she mastered in a day. Yesterday she didn’t know how to make eyes, and already today she asked herself four from the physical instructor. Only a few days and all the guys in the class were ready to do anything for her, as soon as she approached, she could smile sweetly, make the right gesture. They say about these - "innate bitch"! Sveta adored her new role. She enjoyed her power over men, played with them, enjoyed them. And she tried to teach me, to help me find my happiness.

- Lenok! You will die somewhere in the library. In splendid isolation, among his books. You're a girl, you're beautiful, you should be happy, not smart!

Perhaps it was thanks to Svetka that I wasn’t crazy at that time. And Sveta, thanks to me, was able to finish school. When I decided to enter the journalism school, Sveta jumped for joy. Russian language and literature - probably the only items that she went well. Sveta understood that with her knowledge one should not rely on any complicated professions and she would not be able to enter the sought-after places in prestigious universities. Therefore, she could only rely on the humanitarian direction and was glad to have the opportunity to continue our close communication after school.

And I wanted to become a journalist, because I thought that it was a person of this profession that could drastically change something in society. The journalist is looking for the truth, as well as the investigator, he tells the truth, as well as the writer, he fights for the truth, as well as the lawyer or the prosecutor, he can express his opinion and it will be important, just as the judge's verdict. The journalist is communication, creativity, travel, adventures and great opportunities.

Therefore, together we entered the journalism department. When Svetka's parents learned that we would study and live together, we were very happy. They thought that I could keep their daughter from stupid things. I will help her learn and get familiar in the new city.

- Helen! You take care of our Svetochka there, she is stupid - she has run somewhere! If you go anywhere, just go together! Do not drink anything there ...

Oh, those late instructions and notations. My father was saved only by Novopassit. He ate it in packs and was therefore quite restrained. My exams, graduation and admission, took away from him half the nerve cells. Saving him from heart attack and stroke, his mother expelled him to the country, forbidding him to interfere in the process of my move to study in St. Petersburg.

We lived with Sveta in a rented apartment together. Surprisingly, we were very good at getting along. We solved all domestic problems together, did not share “my and your” food in the refrigerator, shared everything and enjoyed everything without asking. Svetka has a wonderful study. She somehow was able to understand that a journalist can do fashion. Already in the first semester Svetka got a job in some kind of publication for a part-time job as an intern. She searched for material, made appointments, did a rough job for a magazine. And she did it well. There she met Sergey.

He was a professional photographer. He worked under an agreement with popular magazines, model agencies and online publications. Svetka fell in love with him! The very next day, she ran off to meet him. Returned with burning eyes and contented - until the loss of pulse. The rest of the evening she told how they walked around Peter and how good he is! Falling asleep Sveta said that tomorrow he would come to visit them.

Sergey turned out to be a tall man, with a beautiful face, and he looked about 30 years old. He was dressed very richly. It was visible in all the details of his clothes and accessories.Even the clip on his tie was obviously golden. Fabulous man! And he talked very nicely. The voice had velvety notes, the pace of speech was slow and the tone itself was very confident. It immediately became clear to me how he hooked Svetka. Girlfriend is always the limit on men of this type. Sergey didn’t make much of an impression on me. I felt arrogance in him, and in his speech openly read superiority over all. It was clear to me that Sergey is engaged in photography for the sake of money. He probably does it well, but if he could earn more by sweeping the streets, he would have gone to the wipers. He loved himself, loved his reflection in the mirror, admired himself. He even loved his shoes more than other people.

I tried to convey this to Svetka, but she was deaf and blind from love. He looked at Sergei as a famous Hollywood actor, in advance forgiving him all the flaws. Their romance developed rapidly. Sveta was the main driving force and itself accelerated the process. Three days later, Svetka said that she wanted to spend this night with Sergey.

- Where ?! We have?!

- Yes! I do not want him in his apartment. There is such a mess, creative mess. Yes, even as I imagine how many slut to visit me - all desire disappears!

- So maybe it is not necessary with him now, since the desire disappears?

- Are you a fool ?! Do you know who he is ?! Do you know who he communicates with and what he does ?! Yes, if I miss him now, I later in life will not get anywhere! And then you can get to the top!

- Where "to the very top"? Where do you need to go? You finish the study first!

- Nafig this study? You can get up so well! Yesterday, he took me to the shooting, where the actors in the movies are selected! There were such people! And he knows everyone!

- It should hurt for you to do something! Play with you - and throw!

- Yes, and to hell with him! Let him play and throw! The main thing is to catch on!

As I did not persuade Svetka to think again, nothing helped. Her arguments were stronger than mine. At some point, I myself thought about what could be for Svetka this is really a chance to achieve something. After all, as a professional journalist, she will not be able to work, but here there is an opportunity to find something efficient. I didn’t even call her parents and ask for help. In the end, Sveta is already a big girl and should already be responsible for her actions herself.

- Pancake! And what should I wear? Lenka! Come help your friend! What to wear for the first sex?

- Barbed wire pants!

- Yes, enough for you already! True. What to wear? We need something so beautiful and simple. So that it looked erotic and easily filmed. Do you think I should undress myself or let him undress me?

- I do not know. Let your mother call and ask!

- Lenka! Well, stop whining already! I have already decided and that's it! He's cool, so cool, well, experienced in bed. Or are you jealous?

- you fool? I'm worried about you!

- Come on! What to worry about? All people fuck and nothing wrong with that!

- Everyone and let them fuck, but for you this will be for the first time! This is scary.

- Well, there is little! How can I imagine that he inserts his stake to me, he already has goosebumps running down his back and it becomes cold in his stomach. Need to drink a lot! Do we have something to drink?

- Yes, the wine remains.

- Not. It should be vodka or whiskey. So that anesthesia was!

- Give it to you on the head with a stool we will give - this is a great anesthesia! Coma!

- Fuuuu! This is not the topic, so I completely cut down and did not feel anything. What if something pleasant will be?

- He will tell you later that it was nice!

- Nah! I want to know myself! When will I lose my virginity again?

- Damn, Svetka! I'm so worried about you. You if that, shout, I will not sleep, I will take a hammer and I will wait.

- Go to the stump! Everything will be fine! I have even been trained! I'll bite my hand when it hurts.

- But I will still be with a hammer!

Sergey came in the evening. By his behavior it was clear that he did not care about the upcoming event. For him, everything was everyday and ordinary. He was going to eat another beauty. If that doesn't work, ... Read more →