Dear readers, in her story 28 she decided to describe one more of her sexual adventures for you. Most are already familiar with my work, but still I will say a few words about myself. I am now 24 years old. My name is Ilona. And so I'm a simple girl from Ukraine. Slender, medium height, with dark hair, breasts of the second size. And now I will begin my story.

I studied in the second year of economics. Studying special difficulties did not cause me. I tried to carry out all my tasks whenever possible, and devote my free time to chatting with friends and having a good time. Until the day of the student had a few days left. In the hostel and in the walls of the university, everyone just talked. Who where and with whom is going to spend the holiday. Already passed our concert. He was held on the eve of the student’s day. To me as to the leading comments were not. And the leadership of the uni remained in general quite our performance.

For the holiday paid scholarships. Everyone was happy with this additional gift from the administration, or they began to be delayed. And I considered different options for how to spend the holiday. Named and guys from the hostel. And from senior courses. Artyom invited us again to the country for another meeting with his friends in the majors. I didn’t really like their company. And then in the middle of the night to get to the hostel is not so convenient, and everything was planned in the village next to our regional center. Yanka agreed to go with them and persuaded me, but I did not want to.

Most of our group decided to spend a student day at a pizzeria. And for the money is not expensive, and there should have been music. What else do poor students need? The guys from our group offered later to continue the entertainment in one apartment. I just said that I would think about their proposal, and then I would decide whether I would go with them or not.

The day of the student has come. It is a pity that the couple on this day did not cancel. The teachers congratulated us on the holiday. Tried not to particularly stress. Although the pairs were no longer half the students. But I decided to be the right student here and sit out all three couples. Although most of the group has already sold out. Yanka didn’t go to sleep at all. She stayed to sleep, and then she was going to go with Artyom. I basically spent the last couple on the phone. The teacher himself went somewhere. Viewed greetings from relatives and friends. I sat in social networks. Time somehow dragged on slowly. I chatted with classmates. I thought that I put on a holiday. I didn’t want to get out of comfortable jeans and sweaters. Yes, and the weather is not happy. The whole sky was covered with thick gray clouds. In the morning there was even fog, but then a cold autumn wind dispersed it. But I did not want to look worse than other girls from our group. Some have already arrived at the university in beautiful dresses. It was obvious that the guys were eating them with their eyes.

I sat by the window and looked at the streams of cars passing along the street. Scroll your wardrobe. The choice of clothes I was not so big. Somehow in the pants and jeans, I looked not very festive. Still, I decided to wear my burgundy dress with sleeves, it was up to my knees, not very close-fitting. I think in this I will not be cold. I will take my gray coat, although it wasn’t so warm, oh, it would perfectly fit the dress. Then the teacher returned and interrupted my thoughts about the wardrobe. He let us go earlier, until the end of the pair there were still about fifteen minutes to go. All the students were delighted. Once again they specified the place and time of the gathering and scattered about where.

I went to the hostel. We had to start preparing. There were no students on the way. It only seemed that from the clouds now it would rain or snow. And I did not want to, what would it be today. In the hostel it was already heard that some students began to celebrate. Music was thundering, there were some students shouting. My head just scrolled that sleep that night just will not work.And so already a couple of days normally not enough sleep.

On the steps I got two guys from 4 courses. Stuck, that I went to them to celebrate. From them, and so carried the smell of some alcohol. I had to lie that I needed to go to one place and then I would go to them. They just slapped me on the pope and left. Do without me, I thought. The Yankee was gone. I put the bag on the table and started to change clothes. At the top turned on the music. There were some dancing sounds. I already stood naked with flowing hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. A little twist. Smiled to herself. It is not bad thought to myself. I decided to put on a set of red thongs and bodice. Then pulled the black tights on 60 den. She took out and wore a dress. Once again looked at myself in the mirror. Well, nothing. Twisted and laid her hair. Applied makeup. I looked at myself again. It looked even very attractive. I decided to take a small black handbag. I put everything there is necessary.

So quietly passed almost an hour. I somehow did not notice that I was going for so long. Makeup took most of the time. I was about to dress, as my father called and began to congratulate me on the holiday. He promised me a small gift as I come home. We talked to him for about 10 minutes. Everything, I must get ready, I thought to myself. Put on a coat, black boots on a small heel. I thought I'd take the little shoes with a heel more, but then I decided if there was anything to be done. And so it will be convenient if not so impressive. Once again, she spun around the mirror. A little straightened hair.

I looked at the mobile, more than 20 minutes remained before the collection time. Must have time to go. This time I decided to quickly get out of the hostel, so I would not even run into guys. But it may not get lucky from them so easily get rid of and still tightened on what may be a little thing. I then heard some guys screaming, but I tried to quickly run down the stairs, knocking with my heels. Once on the street, I quickly moved to the designated place. We were going to one of the pizzerias in the city center. Seats have already been booked. And after the couple already wanted to eat decently.

I walked quickly down the street. But it turned out to be colder than I thought. A slight tremor went through the body. I wanted to quickly be in the warm hall of the pizzeria. We had to give a damn about the attractiveness and still dress in warmth, I thought again and tried to go even faster. My hands were a little cold, and I put them in my coat pockets. Noticed how passers-by men threw lustful glances at me. There were few people on the street, and I almost immediately noticed standing groupmates in the distance. Having stood for a couple of minutes at a traffic light, I again quickened my pace. Coat poorly saved from the autumn cold.

I went to my classmates. Already almost all gathered who should have come. The guys made me a couple of beautiful compliments. For which I responded with words of gratitude and a wide smile. Some girls just narrowed my eyes in my direction. Rumors most likely reached them about my sexual adventures, they considered themselves correct and modest, and I was a lecherous slut. I was not particularly friendly with them, but I never clashed. Yes, and learning they had to ask for help. So that always behaved correctly with me.

We stood. Everyone chatted on neutral subjects. It then chat well. But standing in one place was cool enough. I even began to step from one foot to the other to warm up somehow. Even a little hunched and bent her neck. Then I felt that someone put his hands on my shoulders. And he pulled me to him. I turned my head mechanically. I was Andrei.

- freezing? - He asked me quietly and began to knead a little shoulders. - You are so beautiful today.

- Yeah. - I replied, and shuddered again, although it became somehow warmer from his touch. - Thanks Andrew. She decided to be smart, but it would be better dressed warmly.

Andrei is of medium height, slim, with short dark hair. Nice round face. We had a friendly relationship. They chatted like that sometimes. He was from a local. A couple of times he invited me to visit his house.He lived with his younger brother, and his parents had been working in Italy for several years. Again ...