The session is not conducive to a good mood. Never. Regardless of how you study. And everything is unnerving: the calls of the parents, the remarks of the sister, the attention of young people on the street. In short, ready to bark at everyone you meet. Especially when it's plus twenty-five outside the window, and instead of lying somewhere on the shore, sipping Coca-Cola, you wallow in a stuffy room and plow the boundless ocean of historical research.
Having dug into textbooks and losing the last remnants of common sense over the adventures of the ancient and not very Russians, I almost threw a suddenly screaming smartphone out the window.
- Oh, to break you! I said in my heart. - Well, who else is itching?
"People are divided into two categories," the unknown caller said thoughtfully. - "Some pass the session. Others have a habit of arriving at the wrong time, but they have cognac, which dilates blood vessels and improves mental activity. I have cognac. Well, so I will come in?"
Even if there was no signature under this message, I would have understood who it was. In principle, I had no reason to be angry with him: he was a friend and girlfriend. Moreover, sudden appearances have already become his "trick". He either disappeared for six months, then reminded of himself once a week. He is a strange man. His appearance is, frankly, not Tom Hardy, but there is something in him. And he knows how to be charming, an infection! But I must admit: he tried not to extend his charm to me. With what joy - is unknown.
He is cunning. His work number is unknown to me, and he will probably appear at home closer to midnight. And don't call.
- Okay, when he comes, I'll kick you out, - I said decisively and returned my thoughts to the textbooks.
The doorbell caught me at the most difficult paragraph. Thoughts scattered to the sides, and I caught myself rereading one phrase for the fifth time already.
- You are really at the wrong time, - this prepared phrase flew off my tongue already when I opened the door.
He stood casually leaning on the railing. Light green trousers, a white shirt... In one hand - a briefcase, in the other - a flask of cognac.
"Okay, if you don't want to let me in, let him in." He shook the bottle. - Don't tell me you don't drink during the session. Anyway, I'll leave the cognac with you, and you won't lie around with your textbooks for a long time.
He was right. Doing history when five meters from you is a Dagestan five-star is a disastrous business.
- Especially since there is that cognac - two hundred grams. He went into the room and put the flask on the table. - Bring glasses, and a lemon, if you have.
"Well, why didn't I fight him back right away?" - This thought haunted me while he poured cognac with a slight gesture.
- Prosit! He raised his glass. So that all good things, including sessions, end quickly, and all good things, for example, cognac, stretch longer.
- Yeah ... - I said and thought to myself, "My classes cried today." - Excuse me, but I'll kick you out soon, I still have things to do.
"Don't be a bore," he smiled. “Otherwise I’ll pour cognac right on you.” You will accept, so to speak, with an integument. And then I'll lick it so as not to lose a single drop of this wonderful drink.
You don't have that much arrogance.
Oh, I shouldn't have blurted it out! He was just waiting for me to succumb to his provocation. He dipped his finger into the glass and, leaning sharply, ran it along my neck.
“Listen, you’re completely out of your mind.
“Wait, I haven't carried out the second part of my threat yet.
I did not even have time to come to my senses, as he was already holding me tightly by the shoulders. His tongue touched the skin behind my ear and slid down. At first I wanted to push, and then suddenly I realized that I was pleased. Even too much.
A groan escaped my throat.
"That's it, now no textbooks will shine for me," I thought doomedly, realizing that I was no longer standing, but reclining on the sofa, and his lips descended lower, while his hands were unbuttoning light summer clothes.
Closing my eyes, I felt how gently and patiently he undressed me. With his lips he acted more and more boldly, moving along the stomach, pubis, and then he spread my legs and I felt his hot tongue slowly touching the most forbidden place of my body ...
- More, more ... - God, is it really me? Oh, the woman completely disappeared ... He caressed me more and more, at some point I realized that if he stops now, I myself will make him continue.
- Lord, how good... - I never thought that he was capable of such masterly control of the female body. I myself moved towards him, wriggled, parted and brought my legs together again, and his tongue still continued to play with me, driving me to the limit.
I finished abruptly and strongly. I was just thrown out of my orgasm. I reflexively pressed his head closer to me, and did not want to let go until the last spasm of delight had passed.
- Get some cognac. Smiling, he handed me a new glass. - Helps relax.
- Undress. - I did not expect such a commanding voice from myself. Otherwise, I'll just rape you.
- Wait. - He knocked over a glass of cognac with a sharp movement, exhaled and took off his shirt. - Do not rush.
I put my hands on his bare shoulders and closed my eyes. He lowered his head between my knees again. This time he was much greedier. He didn’t just caress with his tongue, he drank me, drove me into a frenzy again and again, his hands slid over my chest, thighs, legs. I finished once, twice, third...
- Everyone, stop! - These words escaped me completely unexpectedly. - Take me! Take it!
... My hands are on his buttocks. I myself want to direct his movements, but he teases, enters me not completely, but a little bit, and when it seems that now I will feel him to the end, he sharply moves back and starts teasing me again.
- Come on, come on, come on! - I begin to violently move the pelvis towards him, bringing the orgasm closer. But he is holding back. But here I am, no. It’s like I’m spinning in a huge centrifuge, scattering stars and galaxies to the sides. When this carousel stops, I open my eyes. He gently touches my cheek.
- Do not rush ... What a hasty you are after all ...
Now he enters me much more sharply. I scream and after a couple of movements I float away into space again. He kisses my lips, and I answer him with some kind of wild passion. He moves faster and faster, his hand tightly squeezing my chest...
It seems that this time I just lost consciousness for a couple of seconds. His lips touch my nipple and I gratefully stroke his hair.
- Do we still have cognac?
- There is still cognac, - he hands me a flask. - But ... You see, the point is that we've been a little outrageous here.
I follow his gaze and start laughing. There is an overturned glass on my notes.
- Nothing... Now they will smell like a romantic date.
- Aren't you tired? There is a boyish excitement in his voice.
- Are you still capable of something? - I encourage him, although I understand that I am capable, and how!
A light breeze rushes in through the window, bathing our bodies with fresh breath. I put my feet on his shoulders and stare into his eyes. And the world starts spinning before my eyes again.
... And on the floor, rustling with wet sheets, lies a notebook, fragrant with cognac.