At six in the morning, Sveta, like yesterday, burrows into the blanket. But to raise the night workaholic she fails. Only sluggish stirring despite all the efforts. A little disappointed, she first goes into the shower. Svetka thinks about the future, washing away the dried-up paths of yesterday's love comforts from her body: “What awaits me, how can I continue to live, how many days will such a connection last?” Having decided nothing, she returns to bed. The restless nymphet makes another attempt. Svetlana wants to please herself and her new lover. Her wet hair pleasantly tickles the skin of the abdomen, lips caress the trunk, tongue - anus and testicles. This time she succeeds. Having received a morning portion of protein, the girl climbs to kiss. But Gregory has no desire to kiss his mouth, just swallowed sperm. He quickly rises and goes to take water treatments.

***

More than a week Svetlana lives in a hotel, being in a state of erotic bliss and idleness. It is good as in a fairy tale. Rooftop, plentiful food and sex. A sea of ​​sex ... In the afternoon, she fucks Anton, who, the next morning, confesses her love. And he spends nights in bed with Grigory Adamovich. True, he does not always share a bed with her, a family man, after all. But this has little effect on her mood. She got used to comfort, and thinks less and less about the future. Has she ever been dressed? Of course. Svetlana goes out, walks through the park, admires the sunsets, listens to the sounds of nature. Sometimes comes to the river. Long standing by the water, watching the small ripples of waves and the dim shadows of river fish, silently swimming at her feet. All the benefits of this world are revealed to a twenty-year-old girl. It was probably the most serene time in the last year. Sveta likes everything, it seems to her that she is in demand in this huge, hostile city, and gradually the feeling of loneliness and uselessness that so depressed her in her childhood and youth is dulled. Life has changed, and it seemed like forever. But the event that occurred on Friday, returns Svetlana from the girls' dreams to the sinful earth, puts the girl in place.

While Svetka basks in bed, thinking what to do with the rest of the evening, at the other end of the capital, in a small restaurant, the rector of the Technological Institute, Pyotr Alekseevich Podbelsky celebrates his fiftieth anniversary. People, music, greetings, toasts ... Guests drink, smoke, communicate. Gregory Adamovich is trying to give a certain balzakovskiy lady to drink. He is an honored guest, who has known the hero of the day since his youth. The lady listens to his jokes, drinks and smiles wickedly ... He is already looking forward to a quick success, wondering where to plant her: right here in the men's room or in the nearest hotel. But all his plans are ruined by a man in a dented suit, who turned out to be her husband. This Gregory does not upset, rather the opposite. He becomes ridiculous for his actions, it is ridiculous that he, as an aging lady, continues to look for adventures for himself, just like a twenty-year-old boy. He is a little drunk, he punches the philosophy. But to think alone he does not give a cry:

- Oh, there you are, Grisha, and we are looking for you all over the restaurant, - he hears a drunken voice. A heavy hand rests on his shoulder, - We here with Sёmoy decided to smoke in the bathhouse, to recall the youth. You must keep us company. Petr Alekseevich is standing in front of him, leaning on a drunken gentleman in a white shirt, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. These two support each other, it gives them greater stability, and, somehow in a special way, brings them together.

- Sing, I pass. I'm going to leave, I have to family- Grigory is lying, he is tired of the noise, and wants to quickly see Svetlana, who is waiting for him in the hotel.

- Oh, come on, you still have time. Not every day half a century is performed. You just have to go with us, right, Semen?

- Yes, come with us, - assesses the second.

Semyon Gregory knew, though not as well as Podbelsky. He studied with him at the university, and long ago left the borders of Russia, emigrating to Germany.

- Syoma, are you here too ?! Well done that came! - Gregory smiles, he has not seen an old friend for many years. The meeting is pleasant to both.

- Arrived specifically for the anniversary of Pete. Tomorrow I'm flying back. And today we have a bath, no objections are accepted. - Semen grabs Gregory by the sleeve and pulls up to him. Swinging and bumping into chairs and dancing, the trinity heads for the bar.

It is the second hour of the night. Friends are sitting on wooden benches in the waiting room and, interrupting each other, they say, they say, they say ... Only in a drunken stupor can you throw out everything that has accumulated in your soul, especially if you are heard by close people. The theme of sexual adventures does not stand aside. On the table, besides empty bottles and dirty plates, there is an untouched bottle of champagne, which Semen Anatolyevich for some reason snatched from the restaurant.

- And let's take the girls. Have fun. Remember the youth - flushed with the stories of his comrades, he offers the restless Semyon, - We also have champagne for this occasion - he grabs the bottle and shakes it in a space enveloped in steam.

- What are the girls in the third hour of the night. Awoke, - Peter is more practical in this matter, - Prostitutes have long been dismantled, today is Friday, the end of the working week.

- What a pity, what a pity, - Semyon rests his chin on his fist, - and what student can call, you should have pretty pupils, I I know you, old ladies' man, - he turns to Peter Alekseevich.

- What are you, what are you, what kind of students at such an hour, aksty, pervert, let's have a drink, and go home. There is silence. And then Grigory Adamovich makes a fatal mistake, he does not stand up, he wants to wipe the nose of his old friends, put before the fact, to show what a successful hunter he is:

- Wait, I have one cool girl. Gregory got drunk, he can't wait to show his friends a new toy. After hearing about the sexual exploits of friends, he also wants to excel, to boast.

- What kind of girl, talk, call, let him come, - Semyon grabs this thread with both hands.

- I took it off at the club, lives in a hotel, fucks like a tigress, and beautiful, just die when you see. Gregory suffered, he praises Svetlana as a slave in the eastern market, filling her and her worth.

- So call us, we are waiting! - Semyon gives a friend a phone.

- No, she will not go, if you want to see her, you need to go to her hotel.

- Go? - Semyon jumps up and frantically collects scattered things.

Svetlana wakes up from knocking on the door. Deaf blows are heard with some kind of incomprehensible sequence. "This is it, finally!" She slides off the bed and turns the latch. Before it stands Gregory and two more. A smile slips from the girl's face, she covers her chest with her hands and retreats deep into the room, letting in uninvited guests.

- And this is us! - drunken voice of Gregory breaks the silence. Svetka quickly throws a dressing gown and moves to the far corner of the room, never taking her eyes off the visitors. The guests are silent, admiring the perfection of her figure, not knowing how to behave in the presence of such a beauty. The impression made by the naked nymphet on men exceeds all expectations. Gregory Adamovich did not deceive friends. The body of the girl, facial features, smile - everything speaks about the thoroughbredness of the specimen he represents. The natural beauty of Svetlana attracts men, excitement, lust, admiration as if enveloping her surrounding space. And only the indefinite status of this female keeps men within the bounds of decency. But Svetlana feels the danger: "Not without reason these guests came here, oh, not without reason!" Three pairs of greedy eyes, without stopping, look at her, as if ... Read more →