1. Freedom from ordinariness. Part 1
  2. Freedom from ordinariness. Part 2
  3. Freedom from ordinariness. Part 3

At 8:45. Heck! I'm late for a couple. But I do not worry at all. Yesterday night, we still decided that my early sexual experience will add brightness to our lives. That is why I got up early in the morning to put my body in order, put on a luxurious make-up and put on my blouse with the deepest neckline. And still late. I'm a lady!
I am already opening the door to the audience when suddenly the very same guy from whom I start to get excited almost drops out of it. And it was why! He is tall enough, almost somewhere around 185. Due to the fact that he was a member of the Institute’s basketball team, his muscles tore up every thin T-shirt in which he appeared. And the face! His constant light unshavenness gave not only manliness, but also a very charming charm. Brown eyes looked into the soul, capturing the view of almost every girl of our institute.

- Are you hurt? - snatched me from nothingness the voice of this handsome.
- I? Well, that you! Rather, I would have slammed your door. - I tried to quip.
- Ha! You, by the way, especially you can not rush, the teacher will still not be the whole pair, he has some kind of his own affairs.
- It's a pity. - tried to make a sad face.
- Yes, you do not worry, your cutout today and I can check out! - he winked at me.
- Vulgar! - with some seriousness called him, pushed into the shoulder.
- Come on, beauty! By the way, I am Bogdan! And then so much time studying nearby, and never met. - smiling, he said.
- Well, right, because here I decide who will communicate with me! - feeling my power, I replied. - I'm Kate!
- See you again, beauty! - He whispered in my ear and ran away.

After this conversation, Bogdan did not give me any more attention. Heck! You need to do something. But it was too late.
At the end of the day I stood in the locker room for a jacket. The line was large and tight, and the cloakroom attendant, as luck would have it, was slow. Unexpectedly for myself, I felt that someone from behind had wrapped my arm around my waist and pressed it closer to me.

- Here we are together again, baby. - Bogdan said in a whisper in my ear.
- It seems your hands did not climb there.
- Well then, take it and leave. Oh yeah, people pressed us on all sides. Therefore, beauty, have a little bit of my anti-stress.
- In terms of?
- Well, for the eyes - your chest, for the hands - your tummy, and for ... - he pulled me closer to me, that I felt my ass in his pants.
- Here are the people! - I'm wary.
- That is, it only bothers you, baby?
- Mhm ... - I could not answer.
- So I also think. And now especially not twitch, the gangster slightly mantled its princess. - with these words, he lowered his hand below and found himself at the level of my pussy. He began to press it through her skirt while stroking it. I could hardly restrain myself not to moan. - Hush, sweet. I understand that you never had such a buzz, but you need to be quieter. By the way, please a little bit of your Kaifamen. Rub a little about my boy.

And I rubbed. At first I was a little bent at the knees, and then, not paying attention, I began to create pendulum movements, back and forth. I felt like I was getting wet faster and faster, and his hands were ever more actively climbing under my skirt and getting closer to me.
- No, beauty, I myself will not finish now and I will not give you. Not in this place. Yes, and our turn. - whispering in my ear, he removed his hands from me and handed the tag to the dressmaker.

Need to do something. Need to drag to his home. To his bed. In addition, he is even more than ready.

After 20 minutes, I was already dressed at the exit. Suddenly, I felt the palm of my eyes.
- Guess who it is.
- Bogdan?
- Nearly. Only for beautiful I more briefly - God, and more precisely - Your God.
I removed his hands and turned to him.
- There is a desire to complete the job? - I asked him shyly.
- Invite? - He asked me a little boldly.
- Yes..
- On the telchik, beat your contact.

While I drove my number into his phone, I noticed how many girls he had among contacts. It even seemed to me that I could become one of his trophies on this list. But I did not feel humiliation. I felt a passion. And she did not die, as with Dima. She throbbed. She lived.
After I gave him the phone. He put it in his pocket, and unexpectedly for me, he leaned over my face, and put my chin to his mouth so that our lips were on the same level - and said:
- By the way, in this place I decide who will communicate with me and when. - on that note, he smiled wickedly and left the institute.

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