and the path from the third floor to the first, in the cold season, Luba usually occupied with applying lip balm. Philip cheerfully opened the access door, and a fresh, frosty air hit his face. Mom waved to her, and taking her son by the hand went to the side of the grocery store around the corner, seeing them off, the girl heard that she was hailed.
“Love, the carriage is filed — a tall, athletic guy, with an army bearing and an army haircut, patted the roof of the white Logan.

It was Lyosha, he lived at the end of the house, and Lyuba knew him almost as much as she knew herself. Their parents were friends long before they decided to have children, and by coincidence, Lyuba and Lyosha were born almost on the same day, so they simply had no chance not to be friends. And although Lesha studied in another school, they spent all their childhood together in the yard, and, perhaps, would become constant victims of the “tele-tele-test” offensive for most children, if Lesha were not the coolest of the same age children. Lyuba did not give him the first kiss, but gave a lot of kisses, and not only after, getting used to him too much, and on that, not considering it as a couple, but just like a friend with a sequel.
“How do you know when I will go out?” - Lyuba removed her bag from her shoulder, and sat in the front door, obligingly open in front of her. The guy walked around the car in front, and took the driver's seat.

- I saw your schedule on the site.
- And if I slept? - The girl smirked, taking off her hat.
- Then I would wait. I want you very much. - Lesha put her hand on her knee, and slowly began to lead under the skirt, up the thigh.
- Hey! - Lyuba struck, though not strongly, with his fist in the shoulder, and stopped her hand.
- Not hey. - He gently cupped her neck with his hands and kissed.
Lyuba answered, shuddering, and licking his lips, answered, putting his tongue into her mouth, covering her eyes for pleasure, touching her fingertips through the shirt of the pumped body. She felt like the morning was getting better with every second, and tightly clutching her slowly becoming wadded legs.

- Suck? I will drive off.
Lyuba shook her head and pulled away to the misted glass.
- Good. - Alex adjusted the edges of the jacket and started the car. - And when?
- I do not know, Lesh, my mother asked to be at home today, dad is returning from the flight, you need help.
- Let's go then.
- Lesh, do not be offended, because you know that everything is by mutual agreement that the circumstances. - Lyuba bit her lip and stroked the guy on the shoulder.
- I do not mind, just wanted to be together.

The girl turned to the window, smiled, and all the way to the institute drew patterns on the glass, peering at the cars passing by and the flushed faces of the passers-by, it was a delightful morning.

The lecture was as boring as it was supposed to be. Despite the fact that Lyuba slept, by the end of the couple she still felt terribly sleepy and tired, as if the whole school week had fit in for a short hour and a half. She took a sheepskin coat in the wardrobe, she hurriedly threw it over herself, and went out to the institute's yard, on the way several times having greeted her friends passing by. Having already headed along a familiar route, she rounded the building and walked into a side street, which, to the displeasure of the residents living in the neighboring houses, was a student’s smoking room.
- Irka! Tank! - Lyuba from afar envied native faces, and issuing a squeak rushed towards them, stretching out her arms for hugs. Two girls smoked and drank coffee from a plastic cup.

- Lyubanka, the light of my eyes! - The girls tightly hugged, tangled hair.
- And you brought up today.
- And I got a ride today - Lyuba slyly smiled and showed her friend her tongue.
Ira stubbed a cigarette against the wall, and having fished a gold pendant from under his clothes, put it on public display.
- Oh, she will brag again. - Tanya grunted disgustedly and threw a cigarette butt on the ground.
“How beautiful,” Lyuba gently took the pendant in the form of a rose from her friend's hands, running her fingers over the smooth cold metal. - And from whom?
Ira smugly smirked what could mean anything, and hid the jewelry back under the fur coat.

Ira and Tanya are very different. They probably say that opposites attract each other. Ira could be called dazzling, in all senses: tall, thin, neat, with pleasant features and long straw hair. The beloved daughter of rich parents and the nightly fantasy of many men and boys, in addition to this, are diligent enough to finish school with a gold medal and without any problems enter the budget place. Tanya was not at all like that. She, along with her nose potatoes and casually painted blond hair, came to us from the city even more provincial and small, where manners knew only what they were and the culture of communication had not yet originated. Despite the fact that Tanya was objectively rude and sometimes repulsive, she was a faithful friend with a heart of gold, personifying the image of a stopping horse galloping a woman.

“Girls, let's go eat, I really want to eat,” Tanya began to groan, using unbearable voice intonations.
- A couple? - Lyuba with a call looked at her friend, appealing to her consciousness.
“I want to eat,” repressing any further discussions, stated Tanya, and sticking out her chest, with a confident gait moved forward.
The girls behind them shrugged their shoulders and fell away in high spirits, for to tell the truth, none of them had any desire to go to these same couples.

In the student canteen it smelled like it should smell in the student canteen. It was cheap, unpretentious, settling down in the next building, and the best that was in it was a coffee machine, near which a long queue lined up at lunchtime. But now the dining room was empty, and the rumble of dishes came from the kitchen. Lyuba, who had already had breakfast, took only hot chocolate for herself, but Tanya seemed really hungry. Despite the fact that her parents expelled mere pennies, Tanya did not feel the need, feel free to occupy the entire dormitory, and laboring in a cell phone salon. When everyone was seated, and the fork rattled across the surface of the plate, Lyuba felt a vibration in her purse, and putting the cup with chocolate on the table took out her phone.
- Who is there with you? - Tanya leaned over her friend's shoulder and stared at the screen.

- Cyril, who else? - Lyuba gently pushed her away from the display, on which there was a smiley face with hearts instead of eyes, and “Good morning, love.”
“So romantic,” Ira raised the glass to her lips, and with her narrowed eyes she looked like a snake, now a satisfied cat. Lyuba snorted and sent a reply.
- And remember, we wanted to go to sushi today? - Tanya vigorously crunched sheets of lettuce, it seemed, having already forgotten about amorous affairs.
- Have you not had enough? - Ira sipped from the cup again, looking her friend in the eye.
- Well, and sit? - Tanya felt some kind of trick in her words, but did not fully understand.

- She means aesthetic pleasure. - Lyuba pointed a finger at the girl, and handed the phone to Ira. - Look better.
- This is yours sent to you? - Ira immediately started, forgetting about the joke that had not yet begun, and moving her lips, she began to read to herself, more and more spreading into a smile.
“Oh, you look at this leg,” Ira handed the phone to Tanya and stared at Luba, the most caustic of expressions, Tanya loudly snapped her tongue and returned the mobile owner, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

The remaining day passed in the intervals between the messages of Cyril, who absorbed all the attention.Lyuba loved to feel special, needed, so she could not resist the male charms, filed in the correct form. We decided to postpone the hike in the land for the weekend, so goodbye to her friends Lyuba started walking towards the bus stop. It was cold, which prevented ... Read more →