This story will be painted by a man and his girlfriend.

- Stas!

- Yes Nastya, what is it?

- When will we start looking for a tenant for the second room?

- Oh, yes ... today I will place in "VK"

- Just let's agree to no agencies! Why shouldn't someone overpay, so we need money.

- Yes, I remember, okay. Leave it to me, finish all the breakfast and run to work.

My name is Stas, my bride - Nastya. We are both 23 years old, together already 1, 5 years and we are planning a wedding this year, but unfortunately, our budget does not allow the wedding that Nastya wants. Give her a luxurious, with all the friends and relatives.

My parents died in a car accident and I got a two-room apartment. I worked as a football coach, and Nastya was a restaurant manager and worked until 6 o'clock in the evening, and my classes were the opposite since morning from 10 to 12 and in the evening from 7 to 21, therefore it often happened that we stupidly did not see her every week except in bed.

Nastya and I got acquainted at a nightclub, although none of us were particularly walking at night, after that evening we met several times in cafes and cinemas and a month later she moved in with me with things.

We needed money for the wedding, but since I had a loan for a car of 500 thousand, which I paid monthly, I brought about 10 thousand home, and Nastya earned 50, and one could say that they lived more at her expense. Because we decided that we need to pass the room, moreover, it is a man. Nastya decided that she did not want to settle a couple or two people so that the bath did not form a queue in the mornings, and she did not want a girl, because we would embarrass her with her homely outfit (I liked to walk in shorts and shorts and a light peignoir or a t-shirt) and again there was a question with a queue in the bath in the morning.

I began to write a search for a person in the room. We lived in Marina Grove, which is not far from the center of Moscow, and this allowed me to rent a room for 20 thousand to a light one. According to the criteria of the tenant indicated that we are looking for a man who leads an active lifestyle, neat, sociable, without bad habits, Slavic roots.

Half an hour later, about 15 messages came to my announcements in “Contact”, and about 80 by the end of the day.

In the evening Nastya and I sat down and began to read all the messages. More precisely, Nastya sat down, since I was already tired and I was too lazy. I ate in the kitchen and looked at the box while Nastya was lying in bed behind the laptop.

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My name is Nastya, I will tell you briefly about Stas and me. Stas is not a special activist, he is a little lazy, but very kind and pleasant little man, without youthful problems. Often likes to stay in yourself, relax at home. Stas is my short stature, like me. Stas is somewhere 172cm and a little thickened after my move to him, and I am 164cm, a miniature dark blond hopping with a magnificent breast, which never sits in place)))

As usual I came home in the evening, Stasa isn’t there, I quickly threw things in the laundry and put the kettle on. Turned on the TV and washed quickly. Having made myself a tea, I went to bed and began to watch messages in VK, but I saw that there were a lot of them there and decided that I would not watch the candidates without Stas, but I would watch TV and start preparing dinner a little later.

Stas returned, as always, not in the mood, even though he likes his coaching job, but he gets very tired there. I sat down at the laptop and started watching the candidates without him. Rummaging through a bunch of messages came across an interesting offer.

A young man, 28 years old, works in marketing. But this is not the most interesting, I was smiled at the point where he is looking for as a tenant a young couple with whom it will be possible sometimes to spend time together on weekends, as well as his photo. A pleasant man, light bristles, blond hair, he has a tall (about 190 cm) height, a strong build of moderate build, you can see that he is involved in sports.Semyon (as his name is) caused me positive emotions.

- Stas!

- What?

- Found us a tenant!

- OK!

- You do not want to see?

- Shamm-mn-nom ... I eat!

In the meantime, I signed with Sema and we agreed that tomorrow he would come to look around. Stas was taken aback by my impudence that I didn’t even agree with him, but then I calmed down quickly, because we are a couple and trust each other.

The next day I returned from work and decided to cook a small dinner waiting for the seeds. He was supposed to come to us after work and somewhere at 7:20 pm he rang the intercom, I opened it. Semyon was really tall and strong, even about 194-195 cm tall. We met, he immediately on a small rug (he didn’t understand how he fit there), took off his shoes, took off his leather jacket (it was autumn outside) and stepped into the bath to wash his hands. The first pleasant impression he left is gallant and neat. I showed him Stas's room and documents to the apartment. We then went to the kitchen, I brewed tea for us and stood overlaying dinner and noticed his glance at the bottom of my sweater and remembered that I had forgotten to change the thongs for home panties or shorts! I pretended not to see this look, it was too late to go change clothes and leave him alone. Although he inspired confidence in me, he constantly smiled and created a certain aura of positive things, not like Stas, who always frowns. We talked, I told him about us, he is a little about himself. He asked if there was a rocking chair nearby and if parking in the winter is not clogged up a lot (who knows, he will understand). He also said that he is looking for friends in spirit, with whom he will be comfortable to live, socialize and perhaps have a rest together. He also asked about the possibility of bringing some girls, I said I did not mind, but it was better on the weekend.

The time passed so quickly, he told funny stories, I even slapped him on a friendly leg, as Stas imperceptibly entered and was a little surprised ..

- Wow, you're still sitting! I am Stas

- Semyon, nice to meet you!

- Mutually! - They shook hands and Stas addressed me - how long have you been sitting like that?

- I don’t know, somewhere an hour can - everyone turned around for the clock, and Stas usually returns at 21:40, and the clock was already 22:10, that is, he even lingered.

- Wow! It seems you wanted to come after 6, Sam - Sam quickly picked up my mistake and said that he decided to go to the gym and forgot to warn.

Following the conversation and subsequent correspondence after the meeting, after 15 minutes, everyone decided that Sema would move in with us tomorrow.

During the move, I was absent, and in general the first couple of weeks flew by so quickly and unnoticed that they did not immediately realize that he was living with us. A couple of times I dined with him, waiting for Stas, watching TV in the kitchen. Once the whole company sat on Friday with brandy and drank wine in our room, playing the fool and discussing the program Voice, which was played on TV.

I then drank decently =) Playing the fool, we played for the truth or action and basically was always true until I hit the alcohol in the head and I did not lose =). I Semyon, with the permission of Stas, instructed to dance a dance some sort of erotic. I got up on a laid out sofa on which we lay and swirled slowly between the guys, and at some point I wanted to go a little further for some reason and I shook my ass, but I remembered that I was a short peignoir and thong, I realized that I was actually shaking bare ass before Sema, and I was shaking than.

Stas did not stop me and I took his reaction as an approval of my crazy dance and with one foot I pushed him in the chest so that he lay down, then tried to joke Sem comically, but instead he grasped dexterously by the leg, which I even liked this gesture, gently somehow it was, and then kissed her and also lay down. I noticed that both of them had a bulge in their shorts, but Semyon's “cucumber” was clearly of a more decent size, Stasovsky 14-15cm A little more circling under the clapping of the palms of the seeds and half asleep ...