All characters are fictional, all coincidences are random, all characters are full-aged.
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- What's wrong with you today?

I looked up from the phone and looked at my friend. She was clearly outraged, because I missed the insanely interesting story about how she heroically rebuffed the history teacher at school today.

- I thought, sorry ... - I began to make excuses, trying to come up with some adequate response to her story.

- What have you got there? - she reached out and quickly tried to grab my phone.

I slapped her hand and pressed the lock button, the screen went out, and I threw the phone into my purse.

- Your father writes, calls to try out a new mattress - I jaded, remembering how I spent half an hour listening to her story about the agony of choosing beds and bedding in a new apartment - eat up and go already, otherwise I will be late for training.

When my companion finished with a salad, we paid off and left the cafe. Moved toward the house. Just a couple of weeks ago, we began to live in the same residential complex, but in different houses. On the way, I finally paid attention to her dispute with the teacher, standing on her side. Stopping at her porch, they said goodbye, embraced, and I alone moved to my house.

The head was busy deciding what lessons to do tomorrow and what to neglect. Under these thoughts, I passed the porch, the elevator and was in the apartment

- Is there anyone about? - I shouted loudly for the whole apartment, checking whether the parents were at home

Instead of answering, our cat, Suni, idly left the hall.

“Wonderful,” I smiled, and throwing off my boots, threw the jacket at the mirror on the nightstand. Catching the bag moved to her room, unbuttoning her skirt as she went. Having entered the room, she slightly rocked her hips, and the skirt slid down her legs to the floor, stepping over her, threw the bag on the sofa and pulled a turtleneck over her head and threw it next to the skirt. "Whatever I missed," I thought.

My eyes caught the reflection in the mirror, and I decided to give him more time. Came to him. I admit, among my friends I think about problems with appearance, it is sacred. But I myself was very pleased with how I looked. I am rather low, only 161 centimeters, but with my figure only one word came into my head - miniature. My weight in the worst years did not exceed 52 kilograms. Now, being actively engaged in big tennis for a year and a half, he kept around 47. And I really liked it. Slender and beautiful legs, good waist. But because of my thinness and miniature, the priest and chest were less than we would like. If the issue with the booty solved the sport a little, giving it volume and shape, then only a plastic surgeon could correct the breast. I promised myself that in the future I will definitely change my unit to the third size. But the shoulders, collarbone and neck were very elegant. My face was rather beautiful, although looking at children's photos, I honestly admit that I was a rather ugly and awkward girl. But as if by magic at 15 years old, all my flaws straightened out. Most of all it affected the face. The correct oval of the face, beautiful straight nose, gray eyes, quite large. Not once wrote to me in the comments under the photo, that my eyes were enlarged with masks in instagram or photoshop. It amuses me and flatters. My mouth was rather large, and there was a problem — rather thin lips, but after long disputes my parents allowed them to be slightly enlarged. Has increased, very in moderation. And now the mouth of the mouth is framed by beautiful lips. My hair is naturally blond, but for two years I have been dyeing my hair blond. And now my image was complemented by blond hair to the shoulder blades.

I smiled at my reflection, got up on my socks and twirled a little before him. In dark tights and dark classic bra looked good on my light skin. Under the pantyhose were visible panties that were hidden between the buttocks.

From my occupation I was distracted by the signal of the phone. I froze, remembering what I was texting with a classmate - Igor.

Igor is quite an ordinary guy, did not differ in appearance, went with a rather stupid hairdo and had a few pounds of excess weight, was not the soul of the company. But he was a wonderful interlocutor, which was once a discovery for me. At school, communication was rather mediocre, but in the evenings we often corresponded for a long time. Not rarely, our conversations went towards sex. And here Igor was great. He walked along the brink, giving quite frank, but at the same time veiled hints. I secretly loved these conversations, even though I was always indignantly indignant. It all excited me, but created intrigue, and was not reduced to frank vulgarity.

But yesterday the conversation went a little further. Igor noted that I have a rather beautiful bra under a blouse. Whether the blouse shines through if to peer, or one extra button was unzipped on it, I did not understand. But my set of linen was really beautiful. From talking about beautiful lingerie, the topic smoothly flowed into arguments that a girl should always feel sexy. Then there were thin compliments addressed to me, then there were not very thin ones that made me blush a little, and then there were some comments, after which I moved my legs and threw a blanket over myself for more comfort when I sat with my parents on the couch watching TV .

After exchanging a few dozens of similar messages, the correspondence became especially gratifying for me, that I began to fidget around on the couch and waited for the end of the series, which we watch for the whole family, wanting to go to our room as soon as possible.

By the way, my correspondence style changed when I was excited. I put more dots, sarcasm and jokes on my side almost disappear. My interlocutor understood this perfectly well and sometimes in his own way he made comments on this subject.

“It seems to me that it’s time for someone to go to bed for sweet dreams. And not only dreams. ”Another message came from him.

I had already brushed my teeth and was just going to my room, writing to him that I was already going to bed.

“Someone is very obedient,” he wrote, and then added, “How do you look at checking this statement of mine?”

At first I did not understand what statement he was talking about. It turns out that someone is obedient. I was thrown into the paint, there was a feeling that he had gone too far. Quickly informing him that he was a moron and wishing good night, I fell on the bed.

Excitement has not disappeared anywhere of course. I listened if my parents were still walking around the apartment and, making sure that she was quiet, she threw the blanket to the side and lay down comfortably. There was a hot and pulsating tangle in the lower abdomen that entangled me all with its warm threads. My hands began to gently stroke each other, barely touching the skin with my fingertips, I led up my arms. Fingers gently stroking the shoulders, eyes closed, lips slightly open, breathing deeper, fingers reaching the neck, a tangle in the stomach begins to tighten the threads straining the whole body, one hand clasps the neck, the second moves higher, strokes the back of the hand over the cheek. Nicely. Fingers are drawn to the lips. Lips clasp them and retract. I sincerely regret that these are just my fingers, because the sensations are very pleasant from the sensations of moisture in my mouth. Slightly spend on his tongue, representing what pleasure it would bring a man. I like the feeling. Feel obedient.

Thinking this, I started, remembering the words of Igor. For a second, froze. Why did I think about him and his words? I tried to distract myself by moving my hand from the neck down. But in my head I thought that I was obedient. Bringing my hand to my chest, hooking my nipple with my fingers, I sighed heavily. The mood is gone. I was suddenly frightened and worried by the idea that Igor was right. She took the phone, opened our correspondence and re-read his message several times. As a spell, I read it ten times already.

- No, he's wrong! - I whispered angrily to my phone.

And a little trembling fingers wrote to him - "How to check?". And sent. And she began to wait. He is online. Read it. Not responding

Minute.

Two.

Five.

Finally a message. I widened my eyes on what he wrote.I jumped out of bed and went to the kitchen, poured myself some juice, took a couple of sips. I realized that I did not want to drink. She leaned her booty on the table, crossed her arms over her chest. Looking towards her room. There is a telephone. It has a message. And it scares. Sune sat down in front of me and fixed her gaze on me. Like trying to tell me something. She sighed heavily.

Slowly, as if waiting for an ambush, she returned to the room. She went to the phone. Unlocked. And I started reading

“Nick, it's very simple. You say - you do. This will mean that you are an obedient girl. Get on your knees in front of the table, grab your teeth on the edge of the table. And do something nice for yourself. Like, then obedient. Good night

P. S. I would like an obedient girl to wear a black skirt with gray stripes tomorrow. ”

I put the phone down. It seemed to me that my fate was being decided. Why did it hurt me so much? Why do I think about it, although I could sleep? I need to make sure that I am not like that. That Igor was wrong. What does he even understand?

Slowly, as if in a trance, I approached my desk. Touched him. She pulled back the chair, making room for herself. And smoothly dropped to her knees.

Parquet cool knees burned. It was hard to stand.

“How can you like it?” - I think happily, and with my lips I reach for the table. Gently try it like a kiss. It was also hard and unpleasant, which convinced even more that my classmate was wrong. I open my mouth wide and bite the table. I listen to myself. Your knees hurt, the table gives you an unpleasant taste. But the experiment must be completed.

I stretch my arms down, stroking the stomach, where there was a tangle I do not feel anything. And the hand gently dives into the shorts from the pajamas. Below. And touch the finger. Heck. So glad. At least something pleasant in this torture. I cover my eyes, stabbing my teeth tighter on the table. The hand is bolder to the bottom. It's wet there. Finger caresses the clitoris. Nipples are strained, and the second hand is free. Corrected this misunderstanding. I caress myself quickly, but not enough for me. Fingers in itself, it is very wet there, stronger than usual. I squeeze my chest harder, movements in shorts reproach.

I hear wet sounds, shame and a new wave of excitement penetrate me. Tangle in the stomach again felt. He stretched to the limit. Now I hear my muffled moan. The chest is compressed to pain. I move my hips forward, towards my arm. Strained to the limit, and then the threads are torn and the ball as if melted and flows down. Vision is lost for a second, as is the ability to control oneself. Only the hand continues slow, but rough movements. The pulsation subsides, the legs do not obey, the jaw hurts.

It takes a couple of minutes, I find the strength to put myself on the bed. I fall asleep.

*****

Memories of yesterday fade. I look at the bag that holds the phone.

Looking at the clothes I threw. Turtleneck And a skirt. With gray stripes.