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I'm back from training, tired and satisfied. My body feels a pleasant fatigue, and my soul feels the accomplishment of a heroic feat. Summer training is especially enjoyable because there's an opportunity to run and breathe in the pleasant forest aroma, swim in the clean, cool lake water, and admire the beautiful forms of the fairer sex being overtaken on the track. When you're pushing yourself with a stopwatch in hand, timing 500-meter intervals, and it feels like your lungs are about to burst your sternum, the appearance ahead of beautiful, slender, athletic legs in tiny shorts gives you much more strength than any energy drink or doping.

I want to show all my strength, power, and make an impression on the beauty running ahead. She probably doesn't care who is running, how, or what they look like, but that doesn't affect my desire to "show off." So, overcoming fatigue and fighting the urge to breathe like a steam engine, I pretend to run easily and freely, keeping my back straight and showing off beautiful running form, I sweep past the beauty, inhaling her scent and enjoying the effect I've produced on her. Although the latter is questionable. Anyway, after the run, accompanied by forced accelerations, I return home exhausted and happy. Spiritual joy comes from the awareness and practical confirmation of my health, the presence of energy and willpower, as well as from the possibility that I might have sparked interest in the beauties I overtook today. What more does a man need after work? Some go to drink beer, some to the TV, some to the internet, and I go to training. Everyone relaxes and unwinds in their own way.

I approach the entrance and see a girl sitting on the bench, with long, slender legs. No normal man could fail to notice such legs. First, the brain registers the legs, and only then does the rest of the work to identify their owner begin. The legs belonged to Katyusha. This was surprising because the girl had never aroused male interest in me, as she was still very young. She came to visit her grandmother for the summer, so I only saw her during holidays. Last summer, she was still a mischievous girl who had a lot of school left, but today, sitting on the bench is a future first-year student. "Hi!" — the girl greets me first, noticing my gaze from afar. "Hi, hi! Did you just arrive?" — I replied, trying to look her in the eyes and not let my eyes wander over her body, assessing her breast size and other charms. "Just now. I wanted to surprise grandma, but it didn't work out. She went somewhere, and now I'm sitting here, waiting," — Katya answered with a dazzling smile. "No good deed goes unpunished! How long have you been sitting?" — I inquired. "About three hours, I guess!" — the girl replied: "Were you training again?"

Katya and I have been friends for a long time. Back when I was about 12-13 and she was around 7-8, she attached herself to me, apparently experiencing her first childhood crush, which lasted throughout her childhood. On her last visit, she even wrote me a confession letter, swearing her love. I never took these feelings seriously, attributing them to childish emotions. But anyway, we had been friends for a long time, which is why we talked so freely, although now my tongue and thoughts were getting tangled. Katyushka, who until recently was a skinny, bony, plain girl, had suddenly turned into an amazing girl, a real sexy gal.

"Yeah! Knocked out a 20K today!" — I lied a little, wanting to "show off" in front of the girl. "You're all wet and smelly!" — Katya said with a laugh, which embarrassed me. Streams of sweat were running down my bare torso. "Yeah, I need to take a shower, or I'll suffocate!" — I decided to joke my way out of the situation and was about to disappear into the entrance when a thought flashed in my head: "Maybe you're hungry or thirsty?" "Well, actually, yes. I'm really thirsty. I've already finished a whole bottle of mineral water!" — Katya replied, and I made an inviting gesture towards the entrance. "Nooo! I'm not coming to your place! You'd better bring it out here!" — Katya said again with a smirk. This really surprised me, so the astonishment on my face was completely genuine. "Why not?" — I asked. "Just because!" — Katya continued smiling. "Are you afraid of me or something?" — I inquired, already understanding that the girl was positioning both herself and me as a man and a woman, between whom something could happen. "That's about right! A girl shouldn't go into a man's apartment!" — genuine concern could be heard in Katya's voice. "And what are you afraid of? Am I scary?" — I continued torturing the girl with my questions, offended that she didn't trust me. "No. You're not scary. Quite the opposite. But you're a man!" — Katya answered as if reciting a lesson. "And what about me being a man? You used to come over calmly before and didn't think about me being a man?" — I decided to test the girl's logic for strength. "Before was before, and now is now!" — the girl's logic was impenetrable. "Well, what has changed now?" — I persisted, wanting to extract the real reason for her refusal. "I don't know what changed, but I can't just go into your house like that anymore!" — the girl replied, clearly unwilling to talk about the real motive. "Well, you come into my house and what? What bad thing could happen to you in my house?" — getting very specific about the situation, I inquired, looking slyly at Katya. The girl answered me with an equally sly smile and said: "You know yourself!" "No. I don't know. Do you think I might kill you or something? Or cut you up for organs? Or iron you?" — I began listing possible dangers to her from my hands. Katya laughed and replied: "No, of course not!" "Then what? Maybe you think I'm a perverted maniac and will rape you with a vacuum cleaner?" — I continued developing my fantasy. Katya was clearly amused by my assumptions, and she shook her head negatively with a smile. I went through about twenty possible scenarios, receiving negative head shakes from the girl. "Well, then I don't know what could scare you in my apartment! You just don't want to be friends with me anymore!" — I said and made the most offended expression I could manage.

The girl looked at my sad face, thought, and said: "I'm afraid you'll start hitting on me and seducing me!" "So what? What's so scary about that? I'm hitting on and seducing you right now, and what's so dangerous about that?" — feigning surprise, I replied. "You're hitting on me right now?" — Katya's surprise was clearly genuine. "Of course! You're a beautiful, attractive, sexy girl! I'm standing next to you and, while talking, trying to make a good impression and make you want to continue communicating with me, which will later turn into something more serious!" The girl smiled and asked a tricky question: "And something more serious, what's that?" "That depends on how things go between us. To start, we can just go to my place and have some tea while waiting for your grandma!" — I replied and opened the entrance door with an inviting gesture.

Katya hesitated a little but still stood up, took her bags, and went into the entrance. I took her heaviest bag, and we started going upstairs. Letting the lady go first, I walked behind with pleasure, examining the girl's figure, admiring her legs. The short skirt allowed me to see them completely, and when the girl took a step, it also showed a small part of her butt in wonderful panties, which in the darkness of the entrance seemed gray with some pattern. They hugged her curves so beautifully and emphasized their beauty so well that I no longer doubted that Katya truly attracted me as a girl.

We entered my "bachelor's den," and I immediately went to the kitchen to put the kettle on, but Katya stopped me: "Maybe you should take a shower first, or you'll stink up the whole apartment!" "I don't stink, I have a scent! It's the smell of sports and a real man!" — I decided not to let such an insult slide. "Ewwww! You don't smell nice! I've been shaking on a train for three days, and I don't stink like that! My head just itches and my back! Grandma will come, and I'll go straight to the shower!" — the girl parried. "You can take one here, and I'll go right after you! There are towels and all sorts of shampoos, gifts!" — I suggested: "Otherwise, I'll be all clean and tasty, and you'll be a dirty little pig!" "You're the pig! Okay! I'll go, or I might have to sit here all day and scratch myself to death!" — the girl replied and started looking in her bag for shower things. Then she fluttered into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of water. While she was washing, I put the kettle on, took out various treats from the fridge and cabinets, and, after a little thought, a bottle of wine. Seduce, so seduce! I didn't have many illusions or hopes about the success of my planned event, but as a typical man, I was ready to test fate. What if I get to cuddle and caress with a beauty! The image of Katya climbing the stairs was still before my eyes. Tired after work and training, it was as if I had turned on some reserve power source, so full of energy and desire to act was I. On the way home, I dreamed of taking a shower, having tea, sprawling on the couch in front of the TV, and smoothly falling asleep. And then such a sharp change of plans.

"Some tea party!" — I heard Katya's voice, who was standing in the kitchen doorway in my long T-shirt, under which, as could be guessed from the protruding nipples, there was nothing. Well, maybe just panties. "I took your T-shirt from the drying rack, okay?" — as if maintaining an element of politeness, Katya asked and, without waiting for my invitation, sat down at the table. Just a year ago, she would calmly come over to wash at my place because her grandma didn't have a water heater. She would just as calmly take my T-shirts and put them on. But back then, it wasn't so arousing. "Here's boiling water, here are cookies, candies, and marmalade. Here's sugar, here's tea leaves, the wine is open, here's a glass. Start without me, I'm off to the shower and will be back soon!" — trying to hide my excitement, I said and disappeared into the bathroom.

It smelled like a woman there. Only a woman can wash in such a way that even men's shampoos and lotions leave such an aroma in the air after her. I happily began washing off the sweat and dust from the running track. Those who do sports know what bliss it is to stand under the shower streams and expose the body parts exhausted from the load to them. For the future, I've already planned to get a shower cabin with different types of directed jets to get maximum pleasure. Unexpectedly for myself, I noticed that my penis was in a highly erect state. Usually, after a run, due to strong blood flow to the muscles, it shrivels and shrinks as if in the cold, but now, it proudly looked upward. Coming out of the shower in such a state was quite inconvenient. Who knows how Katya would react to this. I tried to reduce the erection with cold water, and after a minute, it helped. My little friend began to calm down and subside. Satisfied, I turned off the water and, taking a towel, began to dry myself when I suddenly smelled Katya's scent. Apparently, she had also dried herself with this towel. The subtle and sensual aroma excited my loins again. Then I decided to hide my raised organ by tightly wrapping the towel around myself. My penis ended up pressed against my stomach, with its heated head reaching above the navel. Looking in the mirror, I saw no compromising evidence and left the bathroom.

Katya was already sitting on the sofa, holding a bottle of wine and a bunch of grapes. She was drinking wine straight from the bottle, pressing her lips to the neck. "Tastes better that way?" — I asked, admiring the girl sitting on the sofa. "Yeah! And hands are free!" — the girl replied, and I clearly saw a sparkle in her eyes. "Your grandma will give you hell when you come out drunk to her!" — I said, approaching Katya, and taking the bottle from her, also took a few sips. After training, I was terribly thirsty, but I really didn't want to go to the kitchen for tea. The tart, slightly sweet wine immediately went to my head. I hadn't drunk anything alcoholic for a long time, and apparently that's why it hit me so quickly. Katya didn't let me drink it all and snatched the bottle from my hands with a laugh: "I'll sober up by evening!" In just a few sips, we quickly emptied the bottle. "My head is spinning so pleasantly!" — Katya said and expressed a desire to lie down. I took a pillow from the closet and threw it to one end of the sofa, and sat down at the other end. Katya lay down with her head on the pillow and threw her legs over my thighs. With great joy, I immediately placed my palms on them. What tender and pleasant skin, smooth and so arousing.

Katya, with obvious reluctance, began stroking my legs, with strong muscles, large veins, and very hairy. Her touches were pleasant and exciting. To support the girl and give her courage, I began to moan softly, and then decided to pretend I had fallen asleep. "Maxim? Maxim, are you asleep or something?" — Katya worried, but I diligently snored. Katya stopped stroking my legs for a moment but then continued, immediately moving to my thighs. The girl's gentle and affectionate palms stroked my legs, and it took great effort not to give myself away with a sweet moan. At some point, I realized that my penis had found a loophole and was starting to slip out. The pressure from the towel weakened, and my organ, pulsating from excitement, slowly but surely made its way upward. I already felt a chill on its head, meaning it was about to come out. The girl, of course, didn't know about the ongoing processes, but taking advantage of my sleep, she began to stroke my legs more calmly and actively, apparently getting some pleasure from it. I already felt her fingers dangerously close to my crotch, which made my body twitch. This initially frightened the girl, and she would pull her hand back each time, but after making sure I was still asleep, she would return it to its place.

I could only guess what she was thinking and why she was doing this, but the main thing was that it felt good to me. After another body twitch, the towel shifted, the pressure disappeared, and my penis poked its head out. Katya didn't notice it immediately, as her stroking continued, and only after a while did she freeze. Through half-closed eyelids, I carefully watched as she stared at the exposed head of my organ. Her eyes clearly showed a mix of surprise and fear. She removed her hands and moved away from me, turning her head away, but a moment later, she was looking at it again. Pretending that I was dreaming something exciting, I moved my body, causing the towel to slide down even more, exposing more of my organ. Now the girl could see not only the head but also part of the shaft, smooth, with veins swollen from excitement. It pulsated and moved with pleasure at being examined. And then something unexpected happened. Katya carefully reached out her hand, hooked the edge of the towel, and threw it aside, completely revealing my crotch, giving her the opportunity to examine the entire penis and testicles.

I saw how attentively Katya looked at my organs, tilting her head left and right. This gave me immense pleasure. My penis filled with even more desire, and pressure built in my groin. My prostate always produced a lot of secretion, and now, the first drop of clear fluid appeared from the head of my penis. Glittering in the rays of sunlight entering the room from the window, it grew in size, and then, pulling a thin thread behind it, fell onto my stomach, spreading into a small wet spot. Katya watched this action spellbound and saw how nectar dripped from my pulsating penis, one drop after another. I saw how her pupils dilated, how her cheeks reddened, and how her nostrils flared. The girl was clearly aroused by what she saw. I wanted to know what she would do next.

After watching the wonders of the male body, Katya, looking at my face and making sure I was asleep, slowly reached out her hand and touched the shaft of my penis with her index finger, then immediately pulled her hand back and turned away. I continued diligently pretending to be asleep, not moving a muscle on my face or body. Only my penis responded with a series of strong contractions. Reassured by this, Katya touched my penis with her finger a second time, but this time didn't pull her hand back, instead carefully stroking it, then cupping it with her palm, as if measuring its thickness. She ran her hand over it several times, from base to head. My nectar got on her palm, and with subsequent strokes, the girl spread the lubricant all over the penis. This made it shine. Katya's stroking caused another series of powerful pulsations in my penis, and I couldn't hold back a moan. Katya recoiled from me in fear.

I sat up, and the towel finally fell off my body, and my penis stood vertically. Katya wanted to get up from the sofa and leave, but I took her by the shoulders, pressed her to me, and kissed her, plunging into her lips. She began to struggle and hit my shoulders, but I continued to push my tongue into her