- Hello ... Light, hello! ... Yes, how are you ...? - Sergey said cheerfully, fiddling with the telephone wire, marveling at himself.

He had never spoken like that, never talked like that to girls, like most guys his age.

- See you ...? Yes, I know where you live ... I will meet you near your door ... I will be there soon! He finished, putting the phone down.

Humorously humming, the young man threw on his coat, thrust his legs into his shoes, and smiled broadly, popped out the door ...

Sveta flew out of the door of her porch, ridiculously stretching mittens over her hands, approaching Skvortsov with a good-natured smile. Dressed in a fluffy hat, a coat, insulated pants and boots, the girl approached the young man, taking his hand.

- Hello! Good to see you! - cheerfully spoke Sveta, happily smiling.
“Hello,” Starling ecstatically, a little embarrassed, replied the Starling, looking at the girlish, flushed face from the frost, looking at a cloud of steam escaping from Svechin's lips.

The girl stamped her feet, patting herself with her free hand.

“It's cold ...,” Sveta said, twisting her shoulders.
- Yesterday it was much warmer, - found Seryozhka, wanting to fill an unwanted pause.
- Let's go, - trying to give his voice carefree notes, said Skvortsov, dragging the girl along.

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They reached Seryozkina's house quickly. As they walked, they talked merrily, nothing specifically, just to keep the conversation going. The young man caught himself thinking that now, soon everything will happen. And what does Sveta think? Does she worry like him? Or is she the same as Lyubka Vorobyov? So he thought, casting a glance at Svetino's face, clutching a girl's mitten in his palm.

When the porch of the Starling appeared, the young people somewhat quieted down, lost in thought.

- Do you have new records? - at random, Sveta asked, passing at the entrance door ...

Having taken the girl's coat, Seryozhka handed her the same exorbitant sneakers, straightening up, not knowing what to do next. He stepped aside, letting Sveta into the room. Standing in the center, opposite the wall with posters of foreign musicians, the girl clasped herself with her hands, slightly turning the body, carefully examining the long-haired men.

Looking at Sveta from the back, standing in the doorway of the room, shifting from foot to foot, as if it was not his apartment or his room, the young man looked at the girl with interest. All the same yesterday's blouse, the same hairstyle, but that's not a skirt, but thick, somewhat pleasing girl, insulated pants. And again, funny disproportionate sneakers on girl's feet. Continuing to look at the decoration of the room, as if yesterday it was not here, Sveta turned her head to the side, trying to see the Starling behind her with side vision.

Continuing to wander through the maiden body, Skvortsov’s thoughts carried him away in an incomprehensible direction. I wonder what she did during the hours that have passed since they met yesterday. Did she take a shower and if so, how? I went to the toilet and for what ... What did I think ... No, there was nothing particularly strange in these reflections, considering the age of the young man and his position, it was strange that Seryozhka did not even think about whether the girl thought about him?

“I really want to go to their concert,” Skvortsov approached Sveta, nodding his head toward the posters.

The girl was silent, continuing to look at the pictures with interest. Carefully moving behind Sveta’s back, Sergey put his palms on his girlish shoulders. Light tense, turned her head, squinting. Deciding that he was doing everything right, the young man ran his hands over the sides of the girl, touching his fingers of Svetina's tubercles, hiding under his jacket, ending his way on the girl's buttocks. Sveta opened her eyes in surprise, intending to turn around.Not rudely, but with the confidence that he was capable of, the young man pressed his groin to the girl's buttocks, closing his palms on Svetyn's "bumps", leaning toward her ear.

- Seryozh, what are you? - frightened said Sveta, making another attempt to break free and turn around.
- We will succeed as it should, I promise ... - Sergey whispered hotly in Svetino's ear, pushing the girl to the sofa.
- It turns out that ?! - uncomprehendingly exclaimed Sveta, trying to remove the palm of a young man from her chest.

Reaching the sofa, standing against the wall, still not releasing the Light, Skvortsov cautiously, but persistently pushed the girl forward. Sveta screamed, putting her feet on the sofa seat, threw her arms forward, pressed her palms to the wall, feeling the weight of the room owner, feeling something elastic and trembling on her buttocks.

- Let me go! - the girl exclaimed angrily and frightened, shrugging her shoulders and still trying to turn around.
- Now I know how this done, you will be pleased! The young man groaned, remembering Lyubka’s face and her words that day and in that park.

Shouting, Sveta strained her arms, pressed by Seryozhkin with her weight, standing in an extremely uncomfortable position, diagonally, afraid to relax her arms and fall, breaking her back, under the weight of this just strange, until today, guy. Continuing to squeeze into the girl, Starling gripped his fingers at the gum of Sveta pants, sharply jerking his hands.

Having breathed heavier, Sergey tore off his pants with girlish buttocks, exposing Sveta's white panties. The girl screamed hysterically, pushing away from the wall with her hands. Pressing his chest into the girl's shoulder blades, Starlings, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned the pants of his pants, pulling the rebellious member out. Light continued to flutter, pressed against the wall and sofa.

Having once again pressed himself against the screaming Light, Sergey, putting his chin on the girl's shoulder, quickly pulled off her panties, touching a member of the girl's buttocks. The girl with horror felt the hot elastic penis of the Starling poking into the skin of her buttocks, trying to get between them.

Shouting heart-rendingly, Sveta jerked to the side, falling her stomach on the sofa. Now nothing prevented Sergey to see everything with his own eyes. For a moment, the young man’s gaze fixed the girl’s underpants and pants, white buttocks, the upper part of the inner parts of the thighs and a pubic hair bush, gently curled between them. Grabbing his quivering member with his palm, Starling leaned over the girl, running the fingers of the second palm between Svetina's buttocks.

The girl refused to believe in what was happening, screaming and feeling the young man’s cold fingers on her anus, tickling her labia. Shouting deafeningly, shouting curses, Sveta pushed off the sofa with all her strength ... and involuntarily helped Starling turn her backwards.

Putting his hand on the girl's chest, kneeing Sveta's legs apart, Sergey grasped the girl’s pubic hair with his free palm, pulled it off slightly, revealing a pink slit. Ignoring the cries of Sveta, even, or rather, not hearing them, believing that this is the way it was, loomed over the girl, touching the head of the penis of the sexual lye. Feeling the warmth of Sveta's flesh, with a stupid smile, he stared at the girl’s face twisted from screaming ...

Sveta waved her hand, hitting the starling in the ear with all her might. A howl, the young man let go of the girl, recoiled from the couch. Standing in the middle of the room, holding his palm to the droning ear, with the member sticking out of its pants, Sergey looked at Sveta, already standing next to him, roaring and shouting something ...

The starling looked at Svetina the crotch, at the girl's pubescent hair, which was fluffed from his hands, unable to take her eyes off. And Sveta kept screaming and screaming, rubbing tears from her eyes across her face ...

- You'll be put in jail, bastard! Cattle !!! - the heart-rending girlish cry reached consciousness Seryozhki.

Realizing what had happened, having understood the words of Sveta, Skvortsov suddenly experienced a strong emotional shock bordering on panic. His dick, still brashly sticking out of his pants, was twitching, starting to throw hot clots of semen on the floor.

With him ...