Even if below this message and was not the signature, I'd realized who it was. In principle, to be angry at him the reasons y I was not: he was a friend of a girlfriend. And the sudden appearance have become his "trick". He then disappeared for six months, then reminded myself once a week. He's a strange man. Appearance y it - frankly, not Alain Delon, but something in it is. And charming knows how to be a mother! But we must admit that to me it has its charm tried not to spread. With what joy unknown. Cunning he is. His work number is unknown to me, but at home he appears, probably closer to midnight. And don't call. - Okay, - expelled, - said firmly and I thought back to the books. The doorbell caught me at the most difficult paragraph. Thoughts ran in and I caught myself on that one sentence I reread for the fifth time. - You're really not a good time, this phrase has harvested off y of my mouth when I opened the door. He stood, casually leaning on the railing. Light green pants, white shirt... In one hand a briefcase in the other a flask of cognac. - Well, I don't want to let me in, let him in, he shook the bottle. - Don't tell me that during the session you don't drink. Anyway, I'll leave the brandy y you, and long you with textbooks not simply wasting his time. He was right. Study the history, when five meters away from you is a five-star Dagestan - it died. - Especially because there's a brandy - two hundred grams, he went into the room and put the bottle on the table. - Bring glasses and a lemon, if any. "Hy, why I didn't give him back at once?" - this thought haunted me until a light gesture he poured the brandy.
- Prozit! - he raised his glass. - That everything bad, including the session ended quickly, and all good, for example, cognac lasted longer. - Yeah... - I said and thought to myself: "Crying today my classes". - I'm sorry, but I'll get you kicked out, y I have cases of throat. - Don't be boring - he smiled. Otherwise pour the brandy directly into you. Will, so to speak, skin. And then you will lick, so as not to lose a drop of this wonderful drink. - You have a lot of chutzpah are not enough. Oh, I shouldn't have blurted out! He only also waited, when I will give in to his provocation. Dipped a finger into the glass and, leaning sharply, held it on my neck. - Listen, well, you're quite rude. - Wait, I haven't done the second part of his threat. I knew it, as he firmly held me by the shoulders. His tongue touched the skin behind my ear and slid down. At first I wanted to push, and then suddenly realized that I
nice. Even too. My throat groaned. "Hy all, now none of the books I do not Shine", - doomed, I thought, knowing what has not stand, and paulesu on the couch, and his lips, down below, while his hands unbuttoned light summer clothes. I closed my eyes and felt how gently and patiently he undresses me. Lips he acted bolder, moving in the stomach,
pubis, and then he pushed my legs and I felt his hot tongue slowly to the forbidden places of my body... - ... - Oh my God, did I do that? Oh, gone for a woman...He caressed me harder and harder, at some point I realized that if he was going to stop, I will force him to continue. - Oh, Yes, well... I never thought he was capable of such masterful control of the female body. I moved towards him, writhed, and lighted again, and his legs cramp and his tongue continued to play with me, bringing to the limit. I finished abruptly and strongly. I just arched orgasm. It
the head I reflexively hugged him tighter and wouldn't let go until, until the last spasm of delight. - Take brandy - smile, he handed me a new glass. - Helps to relax. - Undress, - I from myself did not expect such a command of voice. - Otherwise I'll just rape you. "Wait," he sharp movement knocked over a glass of brandy, sighed and took off his shirt. - Do not rush. I put my hands on his bare shoulders and closed his eyes. He again lowered his head between my knees. This time he was much greedier. He wasn't just caressing tongue, he drank me, and brought to ecstasy again and again, hands slid over my chest, thighs, legs. I came once, twice, three...
- Hold it right there! these words broke y me quite unexpectedly. - Take me! Take it!
...My hands on his buttocks. I want to guide his movements, but he teases, coming into me, not completely, but little by little, and when it seems that now I will feel it to the end, he dramatically leans back and starts to annoy me.
Hy, come on, come on! - I begin to furiously move his pelvis to meet him, approaching orgasm. But he held back. But I don't. I like spins in a giant centrifuge, throwing stars and galaxies. When the carousel stops, I open my eyes. He tenderly touches my cheek. - Do not rush... you're still hasty...
Now he enters me much sharper. I cry out and after a couple of movements float away again into space. He kisses my lips and I answer him with a wild passion. He moves faster, his hand strongly compresses my chest... I Think this time I just for a few seconds lost consciousness. His lips touch my ****Oh, and I gratefully stroked his hair. - We still have brandy?
- The brandy is still there, he hands me a flask. But... you Know, the fact that we're a little bit naughty, have. I follow his gaze and start to laugh. My notes lies an overturned glass. - Nothing... Now they will smell a romantic date. - Are you not tired? in his voice heard a boyish excitement.
- And you're still good for something? - I egged him, though, and so understand that you can do, and how! The window bursts of breeze, enveloping our bodies fresh breath. I put my feet on his shoulders and look and stare into his eyes. And once again the world begins to spin before my eyes. ...And on the floor, rustling wet leaves, lies a notebook, a fragrant cognac.