Double weekends

Friday, the last day of summer, the workday is coming to an end, what could be better? With a certain, bored detachment, I sat at the computer pretending to work, while in reality, I was clicking around in some strategy game. A message "blinked" in VKontakte. Hitting the save button, I minimized the game and opened the browser. It was my old acquaintance writing to me. I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

— What made Katyukha suddenly remember me? — I thought.

The last time we saw each other was about a year ago. Back then, I clumsily tried to court her, but nothing good came of it. I remember we walked around her city (we live in different cities), went

to the movies, where I dared to hug her, but it never came to a kiss. The most I achieved then was a walk arm-in-arm along the embankment and a goodbye kiss at the bus station. The rest of the time, we just exchanged holiday greetings, and that was the end of our communication. Until today.

— Hi, how are you? — Katyusha wrote to me simply.

— Fine, sitting at work, thinking about what to do this weekend, — I replied, simultaneously clicking through her profile.

From the photos, a pretty brunette with a slightly upturned nose and a mischievous smile looked back at me. It seemed to me she had put on a little weight over the year, but I wouldn't have called her fat. Katya was more of an average build, a bit shorter than me, but her main asset (or rather, two assets) was, of course, her breasts. In all the photos, they immediately caught the eye—size four, no less.

Another message "blinked" from her:

— You said you have a hookah? — she asked unexpectedly.

— Yeah, it's lying around somewhere, why?

— We're sitting here with the girls, seeing off the summer. We're sad and bored. Can you bring the hookah to my place?

Here I was a bit taken aback and froze for a minute. My first thought was to tell her to get lost, but I changed my mind in time and replied:

— Alright, then snacks and drinks are on you, — I somehow managed to write.

— Hurry up, or we'll drink everything without you...

— Ok, I'll be at your place in a couple of hours.

— See you.

I leaned back in my chair. Thoughts started clicking in my head: book a ticket, go home for the hookah, then go to the station, the girls are waiting, the girls are bored, and there's still a whole half hour left until the end of the workday. Gathering my thoughts, I exhaled and went to ask my boss for permission to leave.

My mom at home just shook her head at my sudden trip and wished me luck. Katya was a year older than me, so Mom thought she was a sensible and reliable girl who wouldn't let me go off the rails. Besides, she knew her parents. So, half an hour later, I was already standing at the station with the hookah in my backpack—fortunately, I live nearby. The bus was behind me, and the pharmacy was ahead. I hesitated and was afraid to scare off my luck; if I bought condoms, everything could fall apart like last time. Remembering that I had one lying around in my wallet, I waved off the pharmacy and went to the bus.

A couple of hours later, I was already standing at the doorstep of her apartment. Music was playing behind the door. I exhaled and pressed the bell. Footsteps were heard, the door opened, and the smell of wine immediately hit me. A flushed Katyukha stood in the doorway:

— Oh, hi! I wasn't sure you'd come. Did you bring the hookah?

— Hi, and if I forgot it, should I go back? — I tried to be snarky...

— Just come in already, — she smiled.

We went into the room. Two girls were sitting on the sofa. Next to them was a low table with a cake, fruit, and port wine.

— Meet Andrey, — the hostess introduced me to her friends. — He brought us the hookah. This is Sveta, — Katya pointed to the blonde, — and Zlata, — she pointed to the brunette.

Both girls were pretty in their own way. Sveta was charming with her smile, while Zlata, on the contrary, was serious, and her black, piercing eyes looked at me critically. I gave the girls a wide smile and bowed slightly (hopefully gallantly):

— Very nice to meet you. And I also brought a bottle of Muscat.

— Hooray! — Sveta exclaimed, — the party continues!

— And what are we celebrating? — I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

— We're seeing off the summer, — Zlata said meaningfully.

— Andryusha, don't just stand there like a post, pour the ladies some wine. Except for Zlata.

— She's not a lady?

The girls laughed, and Katya explained:

— No, it's just that she's driving today.

— But can you have hookah? — I asked the brunette.

— Depends on what kind, — she smiled in response.

— Strawberry, specially for the lovely ladies! — I replied with a triumphant smile.

We drank wine, smoked hookah, and talked about various topics. The girls pulled practically everything out of me: where I work, who I live with, if I have a wife, kids, and so on. I joked as best I could because there wasn't much to boast about. Svetka suggested playing "Crocodile" (the game where you have to act out a word with gestures). The girls really liked my impression of a turkey; even Zlata laughed for the first time all evening. The wine ran out, the hookah stopped smoking, and Katya suggested going to the store for more wine. The girls started getting ready, and I cleared the table of empty bottles and the foil with the burnt-out coal.

— Zlata, better turn off your phone right away. I won't let you go anywhere until we finish this bottle together.

— And the cake, — I added my two cents.

The three of us returned to Katya's apartment, but as soon as we stepped over the threshold, we immediately smelled the acrid smell of smoke. Katya immediately ran to the kitchen. It turned out the leftover coal had burned through the plastic trash can.

— Well, you're quite the terrorist, Andryusha, — Zlata scolded me, making me blush.

Katya waved her hand and said:

— I suggest we don't smoke hookah anymore, especially since we have martini. Zlatochka, you won't be driving today anyway; you'll spend the night at my place. Andryusha, fill the ladies' glasses!

We drank to the firefighters, then turned on karaoke. I flatly refused to sing, but the girls sang very well, first together, and then Zlata performed a Mylène Farmer song for us, which, it seemed to me, was better than the original. I even admired her as she sang. Her slender figure, long neck, nose with a slight bump, and black, serious eyes now gave her a special kind of charm. Katya moved close to me, put her head on my shoulder, and her hand on my thigh. I felt my dick start to swell, but I didn't show it. In the end, we rewarded Zlata with sincere applause.

We sat at the table a little longer, finished the martini, and started clearing the table. Katya whispered in my ear:

— Should I make up the sofa for you, or will you sleep with me?

I didn't hesitate and firmly said there was no need to make up the sofa!

Zlata returned from the bathroom, winked at us, wished us a restless night, and went to her room. Then Katya went to the bathroom. Returning, she said:

— Well, go on, go take a shower. I'll be waiting for you.

After the shower, I took out my sorry condom, exhaled, and headed to the bedroom. A nightlight was on in the room. Katya was lying there in sexy silk lingerie, like an Egyptian queen.

— Well, arsonist, are you ready to set me on fire?

I silently undressed in front of her, and my dick answered for me, standing at full attention. Katya stared at it as if mesmerized. I climbed

onto the bed, and we locked in a long, passionate kiss.

My hands began to struggle with the ties on her lingerie, while her hand wrapped around my dick and started moving up and down, exciting me even more. Finally, my hand managed to deal with her lacy bra, and I could fully enjoy the sight of her magnificent breasts. They were truly magnificent—firm and large, with bright scarlet nipples beckoning. I gladly buried my lips in them. With my right hand, I continued to knead her breast, while my left hand slipped under her panties. She was completely smooth and wet there. My fingers easily sank into her hot pussy. Her panties started to get in the way, and I pulled them off with one sharp movement. Katya moved toward me, and my fingers slid into her again. Tightly squeezing my dick, she continued to move her hand. To avoid coming too soon, I pulled away from her, and my head ended up between her legs. I pressed my lips to her wet vagina, found her clit with my tongue, and began working on it with fervor. Katya started moaning softly, running her fingers through my hair, pressing me closer to her. After a couple of minutes, I pulled away from her treasure and decided to tease the girl a little more. Two fingers easily slid into her, and I started moving my hand, gradually increasing the pace. Within a minute, Katya was writhing and moaning loudly. Breathing heavily, she whispered:

— Andryusha, what are you doing, stop, I'm going to come right here...

I just grinned and increased the pace even more. The girl was approaching her climax, and I felt a distinct wetness under my hand. Then I grabbed the moaning lady by the waist with my hands and put her on all fours. With a sharp thrust, I drove my dick all the way in. Katya gasped at this turn, and I, grabbing her plump ass, slowly started moving inside her, thrusting deeper and deeper into her wet depths with each push. With each of my thrusts, Katya gasped and cried out. I thought I heard some knocking, but caught up in the excitement, I paid no attention to anything. Then the bedroom door swung open, and the light turned on. Breathing heavily, I froze. Katyukha stopped moaning. We turned our heads. Zlata was standing in the doorway. She was silent for a couple of seconds, then started yelling:

— Well, you're certainly something else. Not only are you fucking without me, but you're also yelling and moaning loud enough for the whole apartment to hear. It's completely impossible to sleep! — she blurted out, turned around, and slammed the door shut as she left.

I felt like a naughty schoolboy.

— What was that? — I asked.

— I'll be right back, — said Katya, crawling off the bed.

She threw on a robe and went to Zlata's room. I sat on the bed, gradually calming down, and then Zlata's words reached me—"fucking without me"...

— How interesting, — I thought out loud.

— Andryusha, can you come here? — Katya's voice came from the next room.

Deciding not to bother looking for clothes, I went as I was. Zlata, with pursed lips, was lying on the bed, hiding under the sheet, while Katya sat next to her, smiling.

— Andryusha, she's ready to forgive us if you kiss her the same way you kissed me, — she made a theatrical pause and pulled back the sheet, revealing a naked Zlata to my gaze.

— Well, why are you frozen? — asked Katya. — Are you going to apologize to her or not?

— His dick thinks faster than he does, — Zlata dryly commented on my erection.

I tried to coax at least one moan out of the woman, but she practically didn't react to the efforts of my tongue. Then, not wanting to look bad in front of my spectator, Katyusha, who was sitting next to us, I brought out the heavy artillery—or rather, my magic fingers. Zlata let out a quiet "oh." Inside, it was hot and tight, so I carefully inserted one finger first, while my tongue didn't stop working on her clit. After loosening her hole a bit, I managed to insert my second finger. Now I could pull away from her and let my hand do the work. Zlata lay with her eyes closed, biting her lip. Her breathing quickened, and I pressed my lips to her perky nipples. Immediately, the girl let out a drawn-out moan, and I felt my fingers rapidly becoming wetter.

There it was, her erogenous zone! My lips and tongue began to make up for lost time. Continuing to kiss her nipples, my fingers began to slide easily in her wet hole. Zlata started moaning softly. Another minute later, the girl began to writhe, and she was moaning nonstop now, without any shame. My hand sharply increased the pace; it became completely wet down there. Zlata arched her back, and splashes flew from under my hand in all directions. She sprayed both me and Katyusha, who began shouting enthusiastically:

— Come on, Andryusha, fuck her good and proper so she forgets her Valera for good.

Not bothering to figure out who Valera was, I leaned over the euphoric girl and directed my dick into her wet hole. Yeah, I had loosened her up well; my dick moved in her like it was on oil. Katyusha, cheering me on, started slapping my ass. I growled and buried my face in the neck of the moaning Zlata. My hips moved, obeying the hostess's slaps, while Zlata, in a fit of passion, began scratching my back. In retaliation, I started nibbling on her long neck. This whole bacchanal lasted maybe five minutes, after which I couldn't hold back and with a wild roar, discharged my entire load into the heated body of the brunette. Breathing heavily, I gave a couple more powerful thrusts and collapsed on my back next to the limp Zlata.

But there was no time to relax; there was still an unsatisfied Katya left. She immediately pressed against my dick, which was covered in my cum and her friend's juices, and began licking it like a cat lapping up cream, then took my limp dick entirely into her mouth. After just a couple of minutes of her efforts, I noticed with surprise how my dick began to fill with strength, and a minute later, it no longer fit in her mouth. After sucking on it a bit more for good measure, Katya, with a satisfied smile, took my dick in her hand, climbed onto me with the grace of a cat, and with a deft movement of her hand, guided my dick into her hot depths.

She moved her hips, getting comfortable on top of me, then, closing her eyes, the girl began to rock smoothly, clearly enjoying this position. I tore my gaze away from my friend's breasts and turned my head toward Zlata. Immediately, our eyes met, and a moment later, our lips locked in a hot kiss. With one arm, I hugged Zlata, while the other hand squeezed the ass of Katya, who was bouncing on me. We kissed for a long time, then Katya leaned down to us, and we kissed all three simultaneously. The brunette's smooth movements weren't enough for me anymore, and I started taking active action from below. Katya's reaction wasn't long in coming. She tore her lips away from ours, rolled her