Kate with interest took the money, opened the door and went to the stairs. Fresh air hit in the face. As she climbed the stairs, she felt her body ache pleasantly, the dancing before her eyes had subsided. The night velvet of the sky covered the mind with relaxation. She slowly clattering through the darkness, stumbling off the path. I reached a courtyard passage, went out into the street, brightly lit by yellow lanterns. Near was a bus stop and a depot.

“What the hell are these international relations for me?” She thought sadly. Having imagined for a second all the way, how she would be examined time after time from year to year, how she would graduate as a diplomat, she immediately let go of this thought, and her eyes of enthusiasm filled blue eyes.

She herself was to blame for what happened, Katya thought. After all, no one forced to enter the stupid university. It is better to forget this shameful episode, strike it out of life once and for all and not remember it.

The money held in his hand in his pocket reminded him of himself. Katya took them out, unfolded the papers.

“Two hundred dollars,” she counted four fifty-five bills.

“Funny,” she said with surprise.

After standing for another five minutes, she smiled again, counting the dollars. The last flight of the bus was in no hurry to leave the depot.

“I'll buy myself a smartphone,” she licked her lips.

The bus driver started the engine, slowly drove out of the depot, pushing the front door to Kate, but she darted to the middle one and moved to the end of the cabin.

The excitement of the evening turned into a sluggish calm, Katino's body relaxed, her abdomen pulled and let go.

Katya suddenly felt thick sperm abundantly leaving the vagina. Thrusting her hand under her skirt, she caught bunches, gathered them in her palm and slowly moved into her mouth.

Molotov cocktail, she remembered and giggled.

She did not swallow for a long time, sucking up an interesting taste. The brackish seed played nicely on the tongue. I did not want to part with him so soon. But we have to...

At the bus stop, Timur, a tall boy, whom she had met for the last two weeks and was already a bit tired of him, was waiting for her.

- Hi, - Timur hugged Katya, pulling her ass. “I missed you so much,” he continued to knead her buns. An obsessive tongue had already penetrated into Katin’s mouth, which had been savoring a cocktail a second before.

“I want you,” Katya moaned.

- Come on, - his eyes immediately lit with greedy fire.

- cum in me?

- Everything that I have, everything is yours.

“I like a lot,” she whimsically naughty.

- Well, be patient, bunny! - Timur enthusiastically drove his eyes. - Now we will come, and I will fuck you properly.

Excitement again with a pleasant warmth attacked the mind, spreading between the legs. Katya immediately fired up with desire, her vagina was beaten with the sensation of a powerful member of Timur, who was beating out the remnants of her will.

- I adore you! She squeaked.

- And I you, - he dived under the skirt, grabbed Katya in the ass.

“Ah,” a soft, soft moan escaped from her, like a bleating lamb.

She knew how to start Timur.

Kate finished doing math when there was an uncertain knock on the door. She immediately guessed that this is a brother. Only he was delicate, his parents always broke into without knocking.

- Yes, Vitya, - she broke into a smile.

- Can I come in? - asked brother, staying outside the door. Looks like he was smiling too.

- Come in, since you are not afraid, - Katya giggled.

The door opened, and on the threshold the elder brother froze, cheerful and mysterious, as always, when the prank started.

- Do you do your homework? - He asked, coming to the table.

“Yes, I’m solving the problem,” she turned her gaze to a condition that caused a lot of questions.

- Do you need help? - Vitya bent over the textbook.

“Why did you suddenly decide to help me?” - she raised his blue eyes on him, looking for a trick in Viti's wicked look.

“The service is for the service,” he said with an air of importance.

- So-so, - Katyna's eyes lit up with excitement, her lips formed a bow. - And what do you want in return?

- Nothing, in fact, - Victor rejected a silly smile. - Lyosha Ganicheva has a birthday on Wednesday. He invites you.

“Well, it's his birthday, not you.” I have something to do with it? - Kate hatched eyes with feigned surprise, slapping her eyelashes, ready to laugh at any moment.

- Well, he wants to invite you too, so that you don’t miss home alone.

- So, and I do not miss. Why did he decide that I miss?

- Oh well. I’ll say another way: we will have three girls and four guys. Need another girl to keep the balance. Do you understand? - Vitya has already straightened up and, taking a step back, stood, folding his arms over his chest, making Katya an official offer, which is a sin to refuse.

- So, and girls are girls of those guys who will come?

- No, just learning together. No one is dating, - Victor paused. “For now,” he added, theatrically raising an eyebrow.

Katya chuckled.

- So you would find yourself another girl.

“Lyosha wants to invite you because he likes you,” Vitya raised his eyebrow again, grinning cunningly.

“And he told me — no,” Katya snapped, and with feigned anger she threw a strand of hair back onto her back. She smiled at the corner of her lips, intuitively making her way through the wilds of the game that her brother had started.

“Then I’ll say to him:“ You, Lesha, are a fat chipmunk. ” Until you lose weight, Katya won't go to your birthday party. ”

Katya laughed, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Don't, don't say that,” she said. - And then still offended.

- Then everything is swept? - Vitya again took the pretensely boorish look, backing towards the door. - On Wednesday at six, we are moving towards the cinema, then billiards, then - as it will.

- Yeah, I'll think about it, - Katya smiled, going back to the textbook.

Going to the cinema, unwinding, even in the company of unfamiliar children who were two years older than her, seemed like a very good idea. Even taking into account the fact that the birthday man himself, Lyosha Ganichev, will go out of his way to make her laugh.

Katya giggled, remembering the awkward attempts of the chubby lad to roll up to her.

Lyosha was not high, his white-haired, tightly folded, with small close-set pork eyes, an eternal boorish smile on his round, fat-faced face.

Katya recalled how he had ground all sorts of nonsense, just to attract attention to himself.

“It's something with something!” She snorted again at the cam, stretching the sleeve of her sweater.

Katya moved to the eleventh grade with the firm intention to finish school without triples. After she was going to go to university, which - it was not yet clear. All around puffing over problems in mathematics, physics. She liked more fashion, drawing, creating dresses according to her own sketches, interior design, digital photos, decorating gifts. Such a discrepancy between the general aspirations of her classmates and her down-to-earth, one might say frivolous interests constantly depressed Katya. She was afraid to be left behind, not to have time neither there nor there. Her heart told her to do what she liked. The general excitement around mathematics and physics caused melancholy. She considered herself incapable of exact sciences, but to agree with this statement would be to accept defeat, to abandon her cherished goal - to go to university on an equal basis with everyone.

Kate matured early in the female plan. Breasts began to grow in the third grade, by the tenth she had fully formed into a girl with seductive forms. Elastic spheres, crowned by often excited nipples sticking out under the bra, actively shook physical education, attracting classmates' attention. Physical instructor himself, yesterday's graduate of the school, without hesitation, stared at Molotov, shaking her boobs. Mikhail Ivanovich, Micha, as his girls were kindly styled, smirked skeptically, each time offering the wards to run around the hall.

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