Many of you have probably rented an apartment from friends. It seems comfortable, humane, and not like living with strangers. That's exactly what happened to us. The apartment was rented to us by Lyokha, an old acquaintance of mine from college. We weren't exactly best friends, but we were on good terms, occasionally bumped into each other and had a drink. When my wife and I were looking for a place to rent, he just vacated his one-room apartment and offered it to us. The price was reasonable, no realtors involved, everything was reasonable. We agreed. Everything went smoothly for the first few months. We paid on time, Lyokha would stop by occasionally to pick up money, and we'd drink tea and talk. He'd just broken up with his girlfriend and was living alone in the house next door, in the same courtyard. It was even convenient for us; if anything happened, he was nearby. Then I started having delays at work. A month, then two. At first, we managed, but then we ran out of money. We wrote to Lyokha and explained. He seemed to understand and said, "Okay, we'll figure it out, just don't drag it out." We tried, but by the third month, the debt had piled up considerably. Not critically, but noticeably. One evening, my wife said to me, "Lyokha called today while you were at work. He asked how we were doing financially. I told him honestly that we were tight." I asked him what his answer was. She hesitated, then said, "Well, he was just joking, I think, but he said there was another way to settle the matter. At least partially. If I agreed." At first, I didn't get it. Then it dawned on me. We sat down and talked. Honestly, neither of us is the type to jump into things like that right away, but the debt was already pressing, and Lyokha was no stranger. My wife said that if I didn't mind, she could agree, but she wanted me to know and for it to be a one-time, mutually agreed-upon deal. I thought for a long time. Then I said, "Okay. Just no surprises later." She called him back. I was sitting next to her, not on speaker, but I could hear her. Lyokha was delighted and started asking when it was convenient, what she liked and disliked. My wife gave short answers. Then he said he had a friend, Nastya, who lived next door and could invite her over so the evening wouldn't be just the three of us. My wife looked at me, and I nodded. We agreed on Friday. Lyokha said he'd stop by, we'd discuss everything there, and Nastya would come over later. On Friday morning, my wife started getting ready. She went to the store and bought some lingerie—I can't remember the name, some kind of fishnet set, dark. She tried it on and showed it to me. It looked good, I didn't even expect it. Then she took a long shower and shaved. I was nervous too, even though everything seemed to be settled. That evening, Lyokha came over, as agreed. We sat in the kitchen and had a drink. He spoke calmly, without pressure. He said they would pay off part of the debt, the rest later. Then he called Nastya, and she said she'd be there soon. I asked who she was. Lyokha said, "Oh, just a friend. She lives in the next building, we sometimes run into each other. She's a normal girl, sociable." We sat for a while longer. My wife barely drank, mostly listening. Lyokha suggested, "Seryoga, why don't you go to the store for now, get some beer and some snacks. Nastya and I will wait here for you." I agreed. I took my money and my jacket. On the way out, Lyokha also said to me, "Don't rush too much. We're not going anywhere." I nodded and went out. It was already getting dark outside, the store was a ten-minute walk away. My head was spinning with thoughts of what was about to happen. I thought I'd have time to turn around quickly, but then I remembered Nastya and how Lyokha had specifically invited her. I decided not to rush. I bought beer, chips, and some cheese. Then I stopped by the store next door for cigarettes, even though I hardly smoke. Time passed. I stood by the display window, looking out onto the street, and thought that it was probably time to go back. But I still put it off. I didn't know how to get back in or what was already happening there. I stood by the store for a while, smoking a cigarette. I thought it must have been twenty minutes, maybe more. I finally decided to go back. I was walking back through the courtyard, almost to our entrance, when I saw a girl sitting on a bench next to the house. Smoking, looking at her phone. I would have passed by, but she called out to me: - Seryozha? You're Lyokhin, right? I stopped. She stood up and came over. About twenty-five, maybe a little older. She was wearing jeans and a short jacket, her hair was dark and pulled back. Her face was ordinary, but her eyes were so lively. "Nastya," she says. "Lyokha said you went out for beer. I just went out, thinking maybe I'd meet you." He asked me not to rush back. I nodded, not knowing what to answer. She smiled: "Let's go sit for ten minutes. I have a decent bench nearby, out of sight. Do you have any beer? We can have one." I looked at the bag. I took two cans and sat down. She opened hers and took a sip. I did too. We were silent at first. Then she said: "Lyokha told me what was going on there. You know, about the debt and all that. Don't worry, I'm not one to gossip later. He just asked you not to come back right away. He says your wife is worried, let them talk calmly first." I asked how long she had known Lyokha. She shrugged. "About three months. He helps me out with little things sometimes, and I help him too. Nothing serious. Today she just asked him to invite me over so the evening wouldn't be boring. How are you? Are you okay with it?" I honestly said I didn't know myself. We seemed to have come to an agreement, but inside I still felt uneasy. She nodded, as if she understood. Then suddenly she put her hand on my knee. Not hard, just like that. I didn't remove it. She looked at me: "Want me to show you something too? So you don't think you're sitting here alone, waiting." I didn't understand right away. She stood up and said, "Let's go to my place for a minute. I live on the second floor." I looked at my house. The windows of our apartment were lit up. I thought it was probably time. But Nastya took my hand and pulled me. I went. In the entryway, she quickly opened the door, and we walked in. The apartment was small, like ours. She took off her jacket, remaining in a T-shirt. She came closer, took my hand, and placed it on her chest. Her breasts were small but firm, and her nipples immediately showed through the fabric. I stood there, unsure what to do. She kissed me herself. Not deeply, just with her lips. Then she pulled away and said: "I'll text Lyokha now that you're at my place. I'll tell him we talked and you'll stay a little longer. In the meantime, sit down. Do you want me to give you a blow job?" I sat down on the couch. She knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans. My cock was already semi-hard from all this. She took it in her hand, looked at it, then licked the head. I closed my eyes. She sucked slowly, but confidently, helping with her hand. I felt my legs tremble. After about five minutes, she stopped, wiped her mouth, and said: "That's enough for now. Otherwise, you'll finish quickly, and we'll still have to sit here. Let's go out on the balcony and have a smoke; we can see your house from here." We went outside. She lit a cigarette, and so did I. The lights were on in our apartment, the curtains were drawn. I watched, wondering what was going on. Nastya stood next to me, her shoulder touching mine, and was silent. Then she said quietly: "Lyokha's not angry. He's just been eyeing your wife for a while. He told me so a month ago. So everything will be fine. Just take your time." We stood on the balcony for a while. Nastya finished her cigarette and threw the butt down. Then she turned to me and said: - Let's go inside. It's already cold. In the room, she immediately took off her T-shirt. She was wearing nothing underneath. Her breasts were indeed small, her nipples dark and protruding. She came over and sat on my lap, face to face. I held her by the hips. She rubbed herself against me through my jeans, then unzipped my fly completely and pulled out my penis. It was already hard. Nastya grabbed it with her hand, moved it up and down a few times, and said: — Take off your pants. I want you to fuck me. Quickly, before Lyokha pees. I stood up and took off my jeans and underwear. She pulled hers down too, leaving her naked. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, not completely shaved. She lay down on the couch and spread her legs. I stood between them, bukvoeb.org, and she took my penis and guided it inside her. I entered easily; she was already wet. Nastya immediately wrapped her legs around me and said: - Come on, don't drag it out. Just don't cum inside. I started moving. Slowly at first, then faster. She was breathing loudly, occasionally moaning softly. I looked at her face—her eyes closed, her lips parted. After three or four minutes, I felt I was getting close. I pulled out, and she immediately took my cock into her mouth and finished sucking. I came in her mouth, she swallowed, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and sat up. “Well then,” she said. “Now it will be easier.” We got dressed. She looked at her phone. "Lyokha wrote. He says you can come back in half an hour. They're drinking tea there for now." I asked if it was really tea. She smiled: - Well, maybe tea. Or maybe not. What difference does it make to you now? I didn't answer. We sat for a while, drinking beer from the cans I'd bought. Nastya was telling me something about her work, but I barely listened. I kept looking at my watch. After about half an hour, she stood up and said: — Go ahead already. They're already waiting there. I'll come by later, as we agreed. I walked out of her building and crossed the yard. I stopped at our house and looked at the windows. The light was still on. I went into the building and went up. The door was unlocked. I opened it and went in. The light was on in the kitchen and in the room too. My wife was sitting on the sofa in a robe, Lyokha opposite in a chair. There were two mugs on the table. They both looked at me when I entered. My wife smiled as usual, Lyokha nodded. "So, did you go?" he asked. "Did you bring the beer?" I put the bag on the table. My wife stood up, came over to me, and kissed me on the cheek. She smelled of perfume, which she usually doesn't wear in the evenings. I said nothing. I sat down. Lyokha poured me a beer and said: "Nastya will be here in a moment. We just sat here and talked. Everything's fine." My wife looked at me and said nothing. I drank my beer and thought that maybe it was already over. Or maybe not yet. Lyokha sat calmly, as if nothing had happened. He only occasionally glanced at his wife. She wrapped her robe tighter and also took a mug. The three of us sat and waited for Nastya. The room was quiet, only the hum of the refrigerator.