Martini
Marika.
Martini.
My sweetheart canceled our date, citing some friend's problems. Well, too bad... I'll have to spend the evening with a book and a glass of martini. I bought the martini exclusively for myself, darling, since my salary doesn't allow me to splurge. I took a shower, threw on a light robe, filled a glass to the brim, curled up on the sofa with my feet tucked under me, and opened the book. It's nice... — quiet evenings don't come around that often. The unexpected doorbell almost made me spill the entire glass on myself. Who the hell brought themselves here!? Lenka — my longtime friend, always on the verge of tears. So, yet another guy has given her the brush-off.
Well, come in. Lenka, in her pursuit of a husband, sometimes reaches the point of idiocy. After the first date with a guy, she already declares that he's her soulmate and the love of her life... and that they're made for each other... And then, of course, tears. And I have to comfort her and keep her entertained for a while, until the next potential husband appears.Luckily for me, Lenka is very pretty, slim, and cheerful, and she dresses in a way that makes your mouth water. And now my favorite miracle is already sitting on the sofa, bitter tears streaming from her blue eyes. Damn! I'll have to share the martini.
— Well, tell me, what happened to you again, — I hand her the glass and sit down next to her.
— I don't even know where to start... My boyfriend... well, we've been dating for a while now, I love him so much, we're just made for each other, we have so much in common, I feel like I've known him for a hundred years..
— And how long have you actually known each other? And where did you even find him?
— Online. We chatted for a week or less, and then decided to meet. He's just lovely! We walked in the park, went to the movies, and today he invited me to his place. — And Lenka burst into tears again.
I had to pour her some more martini.
— Well, and? — I can't hold back.
— His apartment is small, but tidy and has a convenient wide sofa. We poured some wine, drank, I went to take a shower. As if by accident, I left the bathroom door slightly ajar. Standing behind the curtain and soaping my body, I kept glancing at the door — YES! — he's peeking! Well, then I made an effort and showed my body in all its glory: ran my hands over my breasts, teased my nipples, then lifted my leg onto the edge of the bathtub and my hand slid into my crotch and lingered there a bit, arched my back, tossed my hair... (From Lenka's story, my breath caught and a dull ache started low in my belly) In short, the full program. When I came out wearing his shirt, which he kindly offered me — he was already on edge. The sofa was unfolded and covered with a fresh sheet, the fruit was washed, and a glass was filled. While he was showering, I sipped wine and watched some light erotic film on TV, lightly stroking myself through my panties.
He approached me so quietly that I shuddered from surprise. His lips pressed into a passionate kiss, he picked me up and laid me on the sofa. You should have seen his torso! Muscles like an athlete's, and no hair at all! I reached for the ties of his robe, but he stopped me: "Don't rush, close your eyes, relax, I want to take care of you."
I closed my eyes, a shiver of excitement ran through my body... He began kissing me tenderly, starting from my neck and moving lower and lower... a moan escaped my lips... my whole body responded to his caresses, come on, put it in already! And suddenly I felt something cool and hard between my legs. I opened my eyes a bit and wanted to look, but he pressed me into the sofa, not letting me get up: "Don't be afraid, you'll like it." And then this something started entering me. I was already so wound up that I didn't care what it was, as long as it was big and deep. He moved it from side to side, going deeper and deeper. I started helping to impale myself on it, experiencing both pleasure and curiosity.
— So why were you crying, you fool? — I couldn't hold back, — and skip the details, or I'll go rape someone myself.
— But I'm telling you the main point! — Lenka pouted her lips offendedly. — And just when I was close to orgasm, he pulled out that thing, which turned out to be a simple banana. Then he stood up, handed me a glass of wine, and took some tangerines from the table and started threading them onto a special string. He threaded about four or five. In horror, I drained the entire glass, closed my eyes, and waited for the continuation...
— Why didn't you leave? — barely holding back laughter, I asked.
— Leave? How could I leave? I hadn't come yet! And he's such a sweetheart... And the adrenaline was so off the charts that I just couldn't think straight! His hands are so gentle... he put a cushion from the sofa under my butt, played with my protruding clit, then slowly started inserting the tangerines into my vagina... one after another... (Now I understand why he was picking the smallest tangerines at the store). I don't know if he pushed them all in, but then he started pulling them back out one by one by the string... then back into me... My vision darkened from excitement. All I could do was whisper: "More! More!... Don't stop!".
His thumb started creeping into my ass. I just lifted my legs even higher. And then, joining the tangerines, was the banana, which he slowly started pushing into my rear. He's such a sweetheart! He did it so gently and decisively that I felt no pain, only pleasure. My strength was already fading. And just as he made a couple more movements, an orgasm washed over me like a wave. You should have heard that guttural howl that erupted from my throat! I've never had sex like that before!
— So why were you crying?!
— I've never been raped by VEGETABLES-E-E... — Lenka started sobbing again.
— Well, first of all, not vegetables, but fruit. And secondly, you liked it, didn't you?
— Well, yes... It's just the tangerine juice stings a bit, and my butt hurts afterwards, — Lenka sniffled and reached for the martini bottle.
— Come on, don't worry, — I put my arm around Lenka's shoulders and she buried her face in my shoulder, the martini in our glasses noticeably diminishing. I lightly stroked her back, her chest. I've always liked Lenka's body, wanted to touch her nipples, her butt... Lenka pressed even closer to me. And we melted into a kiss.
The doorbell made us both jump.
— Don't let anyone in, I look terrible — Lenka pleaded.
Alright, let's see who's been brought here this time. I closed the door to the room and went to open it.
And it brought Leshka — the neighbor's son. About four years ago (while his mother was in the hospital) I was his "real mother" for a whole week. Since then, we've been friends. I'm 6 years older than him, which gives me the right to teach him sense, including in relationships with girls. He periodically drops by to chat, share his victories, or cry on my shoulder. Judging by his upset look, this was the latter case. He's a young guy, moderately good-looking, and still inexperienced in personal matters.
— Something happened? Come into the bedroom, the living room is a mess — I hurried to direct him in the right direction so he wouldn't run into Lenka.
— Katya is a bitch! She did it on purpose, to spite me! — Leshka unceremoniously plopped down on my (thank God, still unmade) bed and stared at the ceiling.
— But everything was going smoothly for you? Well, tell me what happened.
— That's just it, everything was great... was! — Leshka said resentfully.
— Okay.
.. wait, I need a drink, — I went to the room for my glass.
— Me too! — I heard behind my back.
— You'll manage without!
Lenka had cozily settled into the corner of the sofa, sipping martini and watching some nonsense on TV. To her questioning look, I just shrugged, smiled guiltily, gave her a peck on the cheek, took my glass, the bottle with the remaining martini, and... a clean glass.
— Start, — I handed him a bit of martini, and I myself almost downed half a glass in one gulp.
— What's there to start... We were at her place, doing homework. Parents at work. Well, as usual, we started pinching each other, tickling, roughhousing... I managed to bite her ear. She squealed and lunged at me with her fists... I pulled her close, and then everything just went from there. Well, it's not our first time together... I mean... well...
— Well, I get it — you've already fucked her.
— Yeah. Only that was at a party and we were a bit drunk, and there were a bunch of people around... and we were on the stairwell, like we went out to smoke, I pressed her against the wall, her leg wrapped around my hips, and I, moving her panties aside, stuck my dick in (I mentally groaned and again felt a pleasant ache low in my belly). I thought we had something real. I feel so good with her! And then she invited me over herself. Of course, I assumed it wasn't just for homework! I even took a shower before coming! And she's a bitch! — he nervously bit his lip.
— She didn't let you?
— What does that have to do with it?! We kissed, then started undressing each other... I pushed her onto the sofa, took off her panties... She's so beautiful! You should see her breasts! I just couldn't take my eyes off her body... I thought I'd come just from the thought of her... I started kissing her. She was so responsive to caresses... And when I wanted to... well... start, she says to me: "Maybe a minuet first?" — and smiles so slyly! Bitch! I've been this way and that for her, and now I have to dance too! She found herself a ballet dancer! — Leshka angrily drained his glass!
— What did she say to you?
— That I should dance a minuet for her! I got dressed and ran out of there!
— Probably "menuet"? — I clarified?
— What difference does it make!
And then a fit of laughter knocked me onto the bed. I laughed until I cried, and couldn't help myself. Leshka looked at me offendedly and couldn't understand the reason for such merriment. Somehow calming down, through tears I had to explain to the young Casanova that he was offered a blowjob, and he, the blockhead, refused. As his eyes widened and he realized what he had missed and all the consequences of his behavior, I started hysterically laughing again.
— Well, I've never... I mean, I've never had... — he stammered, blushing, which only worsened my hysteria.
About 15 minutes of healthy laughter later, I came to my senses. Leshka started looking at me strangely. And only then did I realize that my light robe couldn't withstand my hysterics on the bed and treacherously flew open wide, putting my charms on full display. I had to quickly put myself in order. But Leshka had managed to calm down, and his pants were noticeably bulging.
The doorbell! A real "open house day"! Damn! My sweetheart has arrived! Unbelievable: in the room, a victim of a fruit maniac; in the bedroom, on the bed, a young man with a protruding dick; on the floor, an empty martini bottle... in a word—"a picture worthy of an oil painting"! I quickly push Leshka out to Lenka, open the door, and joyfully throw myself around my sweetheart's neck.
— I managed to get away to you after all, and so you wouldn't be mad, I bought you a bottle of martini.
— You're just lovely! And I was just about to have some coffee. Let's go straight to the kitchen, — I purr into his ear.
I have to make coffee and sandwiches for the man. He's looking at me somewhat suspiciously. Well, of course! So many events in one evening! Naturally, my face clearly shows traces of the martini I drank and constant arousal (Oh, these storytellers of mine!) To distract him (or maybe I just needed to let off steam), I sit on his lap and we kiss. How do I get my guests out? I need to send my sweetheart to the shower, and kick these two out! Well, we drank coffee, ate the sandwiches, I hint about the shower...
— You go first, and I'll smoke for now, — and he practically shoved me into the bathroom!
I had a bad feeling, I quickly rinsed off and jumped out of the bathroom. And what do I see: my sweetheart is peeking into the room. Seeing me, he made a warning gesture to keep quiet and motioned me over. I also peeked into the room.
Yes... A picture... Leshka, without pants, is sitting on the sofa, and Lenka is on her knees in front of him, giving him a blowjob! Moreover, Lenka's dress was pulled up to her waist and her white buttocks were clearly visible in the semi-darkness. For several minutes we watched this spectacle spellbound. Honestly, I'd been on edge all evening and this sight just finished me off! I decisively dragged my sweetheart into the bedroom, tearing off my robe on the way. I must give him credit, he didn't resist!
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