In the minds of Oleg, all the girls, regardless of the degree of acquaintance, were divided into two categories: those whom he would gladly have done with cunnilingus and those whom he would disdain. True, the criteria for this division were purely intuitive, since Oleg had no real experience of intimate communication with representatives of the opposite sex, and knowledge about oral sex was drawn solely from watching porn. One had to admit that Oleg had special reasons for that.

Alyona clearly belonged to the first group, so when he started to go home after working on a joint student project, and she said, “Wait, it's child's time” with some special intonation, he had something pleasantly jammed inside. The rest almost completely shocked me: having thrown off her dressing gown, Alena was left with what her mother had given birth to. Oleg hardly came to his senses: their brief superficial acquaintance did not promise such revelations. But the appearance of the naked female body was seriously flared up and forced to reckless action.

Meanwhile, Alena entered the open bedroom door, sat on the edge of the bed, twisted her long legs and squeezed her thighs tightly. In her eyes, as if looking, the call was read: “Try to overpower!”. Losing prudence, Oleg entered the bedroom, hung over Alyona, admiring her high girlish breasts, and then quickly stooping, grabbed her thin ankles and abruptly threw them back up. Having nodded, Alena fell on her back, without unraveling her vertically raised legs, but it was impossible to conceal what had opened from the rear. Oleg's palms slid from the ankles to the calves and tenaciously froze on the inside of the knees. Tilting her legs almost to the face (Alena’s body turned out to be extremely flexible), he crouched down and, with his head down, began to lick everything that fell on the tongue between the stretched buttocks. Sensing her powerlessness before such a treacherous maneuver, Alena gave up and, opening her hips, spread her legs wide. Now Oleg's tongue slid along the crotch, wandering into small lips, and finally transferred all his tenderness to the head of the clitoris.

Alena had finished twice, but Oleg did not even think about stopping until the girl decided to reward him for his efforts, stretching to the trouser belt. Unexpectedly, Oleg grabbed her hands, took one last look at her delicious body, silently left the bedroom, got into her shoes and left the apartment.

He walked through the night streets, still feeling the taste of girlish juice on his lips and tongue, conscious in despair that he would never find the strength to tell Alyona about the long-lasting injury that had made him impotent.