Dear readers in the next 27 stories will continue to talk about their sexual adventures in their student years. Briefly remind myself, for those who decided to first read my story. My name is Ilona. Now I am 24 years old. And so I am a simple Ukrainian girl of medium height, slim, with a breast of the second size, dark hair, an attractive figure. And now go to my story.

I was already a second year student at the Faculty of Economics. Started last month of autumn. The day was approaching student. This year it was decided by the forces of all faculties of our university to hold a general concert dedicated to the day of the student. I didn’t take part in amateur performance, but I was leading several times. I don't really know how to sing and dance. And from being the lead I did. I also practiced this at school. So I agreed to be leading from our faculty. This is nothing complicated, it was not.

The day began normally. Like many other days in the hostel. I did not want to get up so much, but I had to get out of a warm bed and start getting ready for studies. I even admired my roommate Yanka, who was reluctant to get dressed. I remembered the moments of our caresses at her home. A slight excitement passed through the body, but I just caught the words that Yanka looks lustfully at me. Although we both understood that there was no time for affection.

Something like breakfast and we started to pair up. Outside the window was clearly cold. Trees swayed under the gusts of the cold autumn wind. I decided to dress warmly. Took a black bodice and thong. Wore a gray T-shirt. Warm wool pants in a light brown color. There was an idea to take more tights, but decided that it was not yet winter, and that it should not be so cold. I looked at my sweaters. Their choice was not so big, but the choice was on a knitted sweater under the neck, it was a little out of tune with light-blue pants, I mostly wore it under jeans, but it’s better not to be cold at the lecture. Shod black boots with a small heel. Warm jacket did not take, anyway, then go a few meters to uni.

Frosty morning air immediately drove drowsiness. Students in the stream wrapped in clothes trying to quickly get to the uni buildings. Rare snowflakes fell from the sky and so beautifully circled in under the gusts of the cold western wind. All puddles froze. And many went and rolled. It looked so funny. I also wanted to take a ride myself, but I didn’t want to do so in boots with a heel. Not enough yet to fall down and break his nose. I remembered how in the lower grades I also loved to ride and how it all ended. A smile appeared on her face. I remembered my childhood tears and snow, which the teacher put on my broken nose. Now tears flowed from me completely from another ...

Nothing interesting happened on the first two pairs. At the lecture, I only had to blow my hands, that the hand was not frozen and you could write. With a smile she glanced at the girls, who were cold in their light and beautiful blouses. Then they called the elder from the dean's office and asked me to come in and another student from our group. We were also informed that the rehearsal of the concert was postponed to 4 pairs. We made an offer as one of the best students of the course to go to Poland for two weeks in December. As if for some kind of student exchange program. Everything is free, but only the visa will have to be done at its own expense, and the rest is paid by the Poles. I had a passport, and I said that I was willing to go, but I would consult with my parents, and there I would give a final answer.

The third pair passed somehow quickly. Though my thoughts were far away. I have not been abroad yet, except for Belarus where my uncle lives, but then I was 5 or 6 years old, and I didn’t remember much from that trip. And then on a visit to Krakow will obviously be interesting.I was waiting for a change, what would call the parents and boast Yanke. The call interrupted my thoughts. I immediately remembered that now go to the rehearsal. The call home had to be postponed, I decided to run off to the buffet and buy myself something to eat, and in my stomach it was already humming. I managed to have a snack, but there was no longer a drink. I didn't want to be late, and I quickly ran to the assembly hall.

There were already in the hall representatives of the faculties responsible for the event. Some students are located in the hall. I as one of the leading almost all the time had to announce numbers. Ran behind the stage. There are many rooms. Various utility rooms with props. Some cabinets of cultural workers. Several dressing room. Many students walked along the corridors. I did not particularly consider them passed to one of the dressing rooms. Left her handbag and jacket there. I looked at myself in the mirror. I painted on the lips. The view was not very representative of me, but quite for rehearsal. There were still girls from our faculty with me who were supposed to dance. Some guys sat with guitars and played something quietly on them.

I was ready, but I was very thirsty. I even asked the girls if they had a drink, but no one had anything. She noticed that two guys looked at me and broke away from their music. They wanted to tell me something, but they already called me to the stage. I had to quickly take my text and run to the rehearsal. Hunger no longer reminded myself, but thirst tormented more and more. Rehearsal generally went well. Well, there were a hitch, some words were not spoken beautifully. Accents in some names corrected. And so to me there were no comments. I admired for the beautiful sport dance of girls from our faculty, as it was not cold in the huge assembly hall.

So quietly passed two hours. We still gave a few comments. They asked to read the text well, that they should not stray and declare everything correctly and in the necessary sequence. I went to pick up my purse and jacket, and was going to go to the hostel. I didn’t want to drink so much, but still the feeling of thirst did not leave me. Most of the participants of the concert have already sold out. There was no one in the room. My purse stood alone on the table. I checked my mobile. There were no calls. Only SMS advertising from the operator. I already went to the exit.

- Ilona! Hello! - attracted my attention male voice. - Wait!

I turned mechanically. In the corridor was a little guy over 20, slim, slightly above average height, with brown hair, oblong face. He was wearing blue shabby jeans and some not very clear color jacket in his hands was holding an electric kettle. How does he know me, flashed through my head. Maybe somewhere with them intersected. Although I don’t have much memory for faces, I memorize numbers more well. It can be seen professional. I stood looking in his direction trying to remember where I could see him.

- Hello! - I answered uncertainly and quietly.

The guy smiled in my direction. As if he saw an old acquaintance. I could not remember him as I did not try. But he apparently understood my confusion, timidity and uncertainty came to me almost in dense.

- Don `t you remember me?

- Not. - I replied and shifted from foot to foot. - Do we know each other?

“You don't remember me exactly?” - asked the guy and smiled even wider in my direction. - I see you from remember.

I just shrugged. Maybe where he was in the company or at what events. How I tried could not remember this guy.

- Sorry, I do not remember. - uncertainly said and tried not to look into his eyes.

- Do you want tea? - the guy suggested to me lifted a teapot in hand. - Sit a little if you have time. Recall our acquaintance.

I didn’t really like to sit with him, but I really wanted to drink. Yes, and I wanted to warm up the same way. And it became very interesting how he knows me. Maybe about me, someone told him I thought. I did not answer right away, just caught his gaze on me.

- So what? You are walking? He asked more confidently.

- Good.- I agreed and sighed.

- Then follow me.

We went along a narrow corridor somewhere deep into ...