“Hi, new day. “- Lyuba opened her eyes, smiled broadly, arched, and ran her hands over her face, as if brushing off the remnants of sleep. Soft slippers rustled on the floor, and the girl still could not stop yawning, sweetly smacking on the way to the bathroom. Passing through the thin partition that separated them from the room they shared with her sister, Luba mischievously grabbed the edge of the Vera blanket, with each step more and more pulling him to the floor, and hearing a quiet murmur, she smugly fluttered to her parents. Dad was on the flight, so my mother slept alone, sitting strictly on the diagonal: “just like me” - the girl giggled and looked at the younger brother, who was sitting, practically leaning against the TV, from the screen of which, very quietly so as not to wake the sleeping parent, broadcast leading good morning.
“Filya, hello,” said Lyuba in a conspiratorial half-whisper, drawing words. The boy smiled and waved his hand cheerfully, then put his index finger to his lips.
“I am quietly, honestly, honestly” - the brother nodded, showing that he completely trusted the girl’s consciousness, and turned back to the screen.
The latch of the wooden-looking door creaked, and Lyuba, gently folding her pajamas on the washing machine, stepped into the bathtub, removing the shower from the wall.
“Hot, cold, ah, hot!” - Lyuba pulled out her hand, and with a shake of her head threw a pile of hair onto one side. She often caught herself thinking that she damned like a morning shower, and although some, such as Vera, systematically neglected this important hygienic procedure, she can easily get up early, only to be alone with warm water, detached from problems for a few minutes. and the upcoming difficulties, soaping the disobedient mane, and finally, with a bright note, drench yourself from head to toe with a prickly cold, so that the whole next day to walk charged and fresh. Of course, there were such mornings in which it was not possible at all to make time for this small, but very important ritual, but this morning was not at all one of those, it was creamy.
- Luba, are you there?
- Yes, Mom, I have almost everything, only I will remove the shampoo and leave.
Left unanswered, the girl carefully washed her hair, running her fingers into red curls, held her breath, turned off the hot water, and ... And was mentally ready for a new day.
At breakfast it was noisy. Phil waving his hands, as if conducting an invisible orchestra, and laughed when his mother, shouting over the hissing frying pan, sang along with him like a real soloist of the opera house, Vera from the bathroom shouted that they were both fake, but did it quite miserably, podzoryvaya them, and only Lyuba smiled at the corner of her mouth, lovingly buried in a telephone. During the night, nothing so important in the phone has increased, except for messages in the group's conversation, with a request to cover those who are not in a hurry to change the bed for a future nap at lectures, without pillows and a blanket, but everything important happened yesterday. She opened the correspondence again and again, running her eyes through such tender lines, and dreamily voiced them with his voice in her head. It does not matter that the rhyme was funny and childish, and some words were stretched, these were her poems, or rather the poems dedicated to her, and this, no matter what, was very pleasant.
“It was online at 4:17, it means that it is still asleep, it’s interesting that he came in so late? And in other matters it’s not important, I probably also went to re-read, ”Luba felt a rush of mischief, pushing the edge of her bath robe exposed her leg, and quietly photographed her, attaching a smiley face with a grinning imp to the photo, and wishing a good morning.
Kirill was a senior for three years, and just recently graduated from her university in economics. He began working at senior years, so he didn’t stay idle, although he didn’t linger in firms for long. They met more than a year ago, at the bottom of a freshman, although at that moment Lyuba moved to the second course. She had not been in a relationship for some time, and she herself approached this long-haired, smooth-shaven guy, who was standing aloof from the noisy crowd. After a few weeks, she was already crying before bedtime, thinking of him, and he certainly calmed her down, calling her red sun, and from that she seemed to be really glowing.
- Mom, and when will Dad come?
- Soon, Phil, soon, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, will be our folder at home.
- Love-carrot, all you dream? - Mom put in front of Any plate with hot fried, sprinkled with some herbs on top.
“I’m dreaming everything ...” The girl closed her eyes and put a phone on the table.
- Come on, your phone will not run away from you anywhere. Vera! Well march to the table, everyone is waiting for you.
- No one is waiting for me moms, do not dramatize. - Vera sat on a stool next to her sister and kicked her under the table. - This is for you a blanket.
- Mom! Faith is kicking!
- What?! Am i kicking - Philip laughed with his mouth full, making it clear that Vera’s cunning maneuver was not left without his attention.
- Well enough for both of you! Eat and wash the dishes with you, Phil, eat, do not be distracted.
Plates and cups rattled in the sink, mother and Philip in the next room were going to the store, and Vera lazily drank coffee, flipping through the channels of the TV hanging on the wall.
No less than a morning shower, Lyuba loved to put on her morning make-up, corresponding to her mood and her expectations. And now, having brushed her teeth, she returned to herself, and sat down in front of an improvised dressing table, spreading out the contents of her cosmetic bag in front of a mirror. At first, she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of combing her unruly hair with fluffy hair after the shampoo, then squeezing out a little cream protecting the skin from the harmful effects of frost on the back of her hand, it was time to rub it on the bridge of her nose, cheekbones, cheeks and chin, it was time go to the fun part. After putting on dark blue shadows, and marking the lower eyelid, Lyuba began to paint her eyelashes, framing her dark green eyes, with a soft brush, giving them a length. She knew and knew how to do it beautifully, quickly and correctly, so soon she was blinking her eyes in front of the mirror, turning her head in different directions, pleased with the result. She prepared her clothes in the evening, and now she was confused in the sleeves of a soft green sweater, worn over the bra and a gray sleeveless T-shirt. Luba pulled out warm black tights from the cabinet, and a black knee-length skirt, expanding to the bottom, fastened tiny earrings in the form of rowan berries on her lobes, and took a ring with a pattern of cold enamel from the box on the bedside table and put it on ring finger. The last thing left: a drop on the right wrist, a drop on the left, and pulling the collar of the jacket, a smooth line of ghosts between the breasts.
After removing the bag from the back of the chair, and putting the cosmetic bag and the phone in it, Lyuba went to a dark hallway, covered with jackets and crammed with shoes that no longer fit into the mezzanine. There, ridiculously puffing, and bent over, the mother struggled with the lightning on Philip's jacket, now and then spitting hair from climbing into the eyes and mouth.
- Lyuban, help me, I can not, Phil, stand still! - Mom leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly, and Lyuba sat down in front of her brother, squatting, and tugged on the jammed tongue.
- Are you today for long?
- I do not know, mom, why?
- Do not linger much, you need to clean up when your father arrives, from Faith to sense as from a black sheep.
- Maybe the girls and I will go to sushi - Lyuba zipped up her brother's jacket, and stood next to her mother.
“Go in, but then go home a bullet, otherwise I’m not hired to carry you all alone.” Should I wait for you?
- Yes, wait - Lyuba snapped Philip on the nose, from which he sneezed, and began to wear boots. After removing an old sheepskin coat and hat from a hanger, she was completely ready to plunge into the day.
In the Khrushchev there are no elevators, ...
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. especially for sexytal.com It was cheap, unpretentious, located in a nearby building, and the best thing about it was a coffe camera, near which there was a long line 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, increasingly 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 ..
answering Cyril, and tired of taking off and putting on gloves, the girl put the phone in her bag, deciding that the painful waiting for transport would benefit the next message. erotic stories of sexytales Moving from one foot to the other, she looked towards the highway, over which the already reddened sun hung, in the winter it quickly darkens. The cars passing by sometimes raised snow whirlwinds into the air, which slowly waltzed to the ground, playing in the rays of the setting sun. Thermal power plants, with their pipes, similar to tannins, cigarettes, covered the horizon above the roofs of high-rise buildings with dense clouds of steam like clouds, it was cold in the city.
Lyuba did not have time to freeze, a half-empty bus with an accordion in the middle, swaying funny on the road saved her, and she was extremely happy about it. Having paid for the salvation faster, and at the same time the passage with the conductor - a typical grandmother-dandelion, the girl sat down in a single place, taking out a precious phone from her purse. With Cyril it was not always easy, at times, he was depressed, and almost drove Luba herself into depression, at such moments she almost hated him, because she loved being joyful and carefree no matter what, and when your loved one suffers so much, and love does not help him at all, then you unwittingly ask yourself a question regarding her unlimited strength and sincerity. But today, she enthusiastically caught every word of him, smiling foolishly at the speed of light in her head with the speed of light. When she got off at her stop, she slowly walked toward the house, marveling at how the surrounding nature was changing with the mood of the person. And even the dull, bare branches of the trees, crackling from the frost, did not seem to her lifeless and dry, and the dirty snow, sloppily sprinkled with heaps of garbage did not attract any attention, as if it were not there.
In such a romantic atmosphere, Lyuba reached the entrance, stopping only to find the keys in her purse. Reaching her flight, she noted that it was almost completely dark, the key turned in the lock, and Lyuba found herself in the hallway, closing the door behind her. Sheepskin coat, it seemed, added a dozen kilograms during the walk, so getting rid of it, and heeled boots, which look good on the leg, but are not suitable for traveling along the icy paths was a real pleasure. She put on her favorite slippers and walked over the linoleum, sometimes swollen, to the kitchen to put on the kettle, and noted with surprise that neither the mother nor the brother and sister were at home. There were traces of cleaning in the apartment: the beds were made, the stove was polished to a high gloss, the massive sideboards in the parents' room, which had imported crystal sets and books from Soviet times, were carefully wiped from dust. Lyuba shrugged her shoulders and went to the bathroom to wash off her makeup.
Her hands and face, reddened by frost, almost did not feel cold water, and after a while the girl shone in the mirror with natural beauty and charm. She hung a wet towel on the dryer and went to her room to change into her home. Deciding that it is better to put things out now, she gently put them in the closet, changing her jacket to a beige T-shirt with beautiful fringe around the edges, bought by her parents when they were in the south with their whole family, denim shorts with a narrowed waist replaced the tights and skirt. After removing the jewelry, Lyuba returned to tea drinking, mentally defining the scope of work.
- Soak the floors, vacuum the carpets, it’s not long, I hope my mother will not make me beat them out, I don’t want to go back to the street, not in this weather. What else? In the bathroom and toilet, it seems to be clean, now you will not enter the balcony, well, the maximum you can still wash the windows in the kitchen, everything seems to be. An hour and a half of work, and I am free, it will be possible to return to the phone and Cyril, so you want as soon as possible. - With these thoughts, Lyuba finished her tea, and, figuratively rolling up her sleeves, started cleaning. Still, she decided to start from the window, without going far away, and turning on the TV, cleaned the inner surface and then the outer surface, tried to get rid of annoying streaks on the glass, and not miss the details of more interesting streaks in the show. After pouring out the bucket and wiping the window sill, it is time to take up the vacuum cleaner. There were three carpets in the house: one in the hallway, always dirty and dusty, one in her room, and one on the wall above the parent's bed. Leaving the dirtiest for later, she quickly vacuumed two relatively clean ones, as if catching the edge of her ear, catching the trill of the bell. Turning off the noisy device, Lyuba listened, the door did ring.
- I wonder who is there? Maybe Vera forgot the keys? Mom never calls. - The girl opened the door to the length of the chain, and saw Lesha standing in the stairwell.
- I saw you in the window, decided to go in, let it go?
- Now is not very on time, I'm tidying up.
The guy was silent, and knowing that he could be silent and stand in the door for a very long time, Lyuba still took off the chain, letting him in. He resolutely crossed the threshold, which puzzled the girl, who barely had time to move away.
- You are alone? - Lyuba nodded her head and at that moment he pounced on her, pressing into winter jackets.
- Baby. - Lesha sucked her neck, squeezing her chest through a T-shirt, not paying attention to the admonitions that her mother could come at any moment, that she was busy, on her elbows, which she tried to put between them. Carelessly taking off his shoes, and throwing his jacket on the floor, he lifted her in his arms, holding her ass and carried her to the bed. Lyuba felt how his heart was beating wildly and could respond in the same way. The sense of danger excited her, just like the way he threw it onto the parent’s bed in a businesslike manner. And now, he towered over her, already getting rid of the T-shirt, and slowly, with dignity, unbuttoning a fashionable expensive belt, which she gave him for his birthday. Lyuba arched her back, as in the morning, in order to free herself from her shorts, and Lesha noticed this and pulled them along with her panties with force.
- Lesh, I have condoms in my purse, take it, - Lyuba pointed with her finger in the direction of the chair, but the guy paid no attention to it, getting so close, at the same moment began to cover her face with kisses.
- Do you really think that I will rummage in your bag? - He could not enjoy the girl, seeming to want to embrace her all.
- Then give, I will find myself - Lyuba no longer understood what she was saying, swept away by the flow of power and caress.
- Do you really think that I will fuck you in gum? - He lifted her, pulled the T-shirt and again took up kisses.
- I want you. - Lyuba herself did not recognize her voice, he was over the chest and low, almost turning into a rattle. - My good. She went down a little lower, and returned to what she had started in the car, no longer constrained by clothes. Slowly and gently kissing the broad chest, licking and kissing again. The guy ran his hands into her hair, and leaned closer to her. Through the sweet veil, Lyuba felt something hot against her solar plexus, and not lowering her eyes, she felt so familiar with all his veins and irregularities that she felt many times in different parts of her body, practically growing in her eyes a lover. From these touches, the guy gripped her hair more strongly, and began reflexively swinging her hips, flicking his head on a soft female stomach.
Lyuba flowed frankly, dragging off the sweetest moment, but not doubting its speedy implementation. She shuddered at the thoughts swarming in her head, mingling with the verses, Ira’s cat-like eyes, the lecturer’s boring voice.
Lesha knelt and pulled her closer, touching the smooth head of the swollen labia, from which Luba was swept over by a sweet languor. He continued to play with her, covering them with his palm, squeezing and rubbing, pressing his thumb on the hole, so that the pad would penetrate. It was unbearable, Lyuba moved to meet him, showing with all her might that she wanted, that she was ready for a long time, but he was implacable, and now, finally, he seemed tired too, lying on top of her so that their cheeks touched. He was strong and heavy, and from this Luba was breathing heavily, but she clearly heard his deep breaths near the ear, accompanying the preparations for penetration.
She put her hand down, helping him, and felt how the joint forces rested against the entrance of the vagina. Alex settled down comfortably, and slowly began to press his hips, despite the fact that there was slippery, he could not immediately enter, possibly maintaining decency, and fearing to harm his beloved. Lyuba knew that these seconds, and the few who follow them are always the most difficult, they need to get used to each other, and it is important to breathe, and not to hold your breath, as your body demanded. She pressed into Leshino's shoulder, struggling with the desire to bite him, and breathed, in time with the member who was slowly entering and out of her. With each penetration, she felt him deeper, more and more relaxed, trying to imagine how the fire flared up at the usual pace, becoming more and hotter.
- And now, I fucked you like a bitch, - she heard in her ear, Lyosha squeezed her ass, and abruptly entered, stretching out a string.
How much he was inside, Lyuba spread her legs as wide as possible, tried to reach her clitoris with her free hand, but their bodies were squeezed too tight, Lyosha did not leave her for a second, only hammered deeper, squeezing her chest with pain . He devoured her, licking and nibbling on her face littered with cute freckles. She knew that it didn’t matter to him whether she would end up or not, so she caught every moment, quietly moaning, spurred on by her thoughts. It was harder for her to breathe, her breathing was constantly losing her temper, and she could not calm herself down, and even what woman could calm down at such a moment. Everything rationally, everything romantic was discarded, now only he and she existed, and the rest was not important. In the stomach, between her legs, irresistibly, whining and moaning, Lyuba heard how she began to squish and slurp her vagina, and how these sounds more and more started Lesha, who seemed to have lost her mind, and pulled her along, as if his main goal in life was fuck her to death at this moment. She liked the smell of his sweat, how strong muscles tensed, how she felt so small and protected under him, she liked to feel like his woman, female.
“Cum, cum, bitch,” he rolled over onto his side, turning her towards him, and lifting her knee bent at the knee to increase the amplitude, dumbly slapping the pope with eggs. Lyubino's consciousness floated at that moment, she lay with her eyes wide open, seeing only her face bent from tension and lust, while he selflessly fucked her on the bed of her parents.
They pressed their noses, Alex left his chest alone, and now he squeezed her cheeks, making a fish, but it didn’t matter, Lyuba gave herself to the moment, feeling electrified lightness, and each time, it seemed, breathing the whole room. Her men had the winner's eyes in life, and she was his prize. Somewhere on the border of consciousness, the phone clicked, probably with new poems, she clung to his shoulder blades, already feeling that she hadn’t bothered to pull them out on time, but he put his arms around her reddish hair and their owner over his shoulder could see her surprised sister standing in the doorway.