Polina

To those around her, Polina was a strange girl. Of course, some noticed a rather pretty face with delicate, doll-like features beneath her faded, though clean, hair... But only if they could see them behind the monstrous frame of her horn-rimmed glasses. And her clothes? She wore to classes the same dress she had arrived in from her remote backwater—her grandmother's washed-out dress, its striped pattern and fadedness reminiscent of an equally ancient mattress... And her shoes? Even 5-year-old girls would throw a tantrum if their mothers tried to buy them such a pair. Polina herself, though not embarrassed by her appearance, was sure that others could only perceive

her as a pile of old junk from a storage room that had somehow ended up in the lecture hall... In one thing only was Polina mistaken: when she showered, soaping her fragile, slender body, which nevertheless possessed very large breasts—high, firm, clinging to her chest like two rather appetizing, weighty spheres—as well as feminine hips, widening in smooth, soft curves from her tiny waist, well, when she showered after gym class, she presented a very enticing sight for any man. There were no men nearby, however, two fellow students (those who, by Polina's standards, were goddesses), who had gym class at the same time, were watching the showering Polya with great interest.

And so, one fine day, in a cafe near the institute, both fellow students sat down next to Polina. The girl, flustered, buried herself in her plate, not understanding what she had done to deserve such high favor. Both classmates chattered cheerfully, gradually drawing the stunned Polina into the conversation. And they didn't even react to "Polina Evgrafovna Zhmets," which earned them, if not love, then certainly trust. But of course, Nadya and Lyuda didn't transition from the category of goddesses to friends; the gap between them was too great, in Polina's opinion. Nevertheless, she raised her head. The girls were very attractive. Most guys passing by bestowed such looks upon Nadya and Lyuda that Polina shivered, herself stealing glances at their deep necklines with neatly arranged breasts, at the strip of golden skin between their blouses and jeans... And the men's gazes... Polina also wanted men to look at her like that! For their eyes, turned to her, to hold the same admiration or to gleam with a predatory spark... A strange, nerve-wracking heaviness arose in her lower abdomen, and Polina answered out of turn a couple of times, blushing and stumbling from her own awkwardness.

Polina was pulled from her bitter reflections on her own inadequacy and awkwardness by Nadya's voice:

"Don't you want to earn a little? Two rich uncles are taking a break from business and family..."

Polina wanted to say, "Just no intimacy!", but looking at her friends and remembering herself, she realized that if Nadya and Lyuda were likely to have intimacy (Polina wasn't a fool and understood how these "uncles" wanted to relax), then she needn't fear it.

"...just need to serve them (Nadya and Lyuda exchanged sly glances)—mix cocktails or make coffee, clear the dirty dishes. The boys have been asking us to bring a third girl for a long time. Shall we go?"

"What? Right now?"

"Let's go, let's go." The friends pulled Polina from the table and practically dragged her to the exit, continuing to chatter:

"We have a car parked here, we'll be there in a flash. By the way, the boys gave it to us! So be a good girl, pay close attention to their wishes—you'll make good money! Oh, and we need to stop by—get you some contact lenses..."

...

The car with the three girls turned off Nevsky into an archway, passed a barrier, and parked in a tight courtyard well... The girls climbed a recently renovated staircase and entered unremarkable doors. And inside was paradise! At least, that's how it seemed to the girl: a spacious hallway filled with exotic plants, huge mirrored wardrobes reflected two luxurious, slender girls and a plain Jane in a faded dress...

Apparently, the men had also just arrived: when the girls entered a huge room covered with a black carpet, with an extra-wide sofa, one was sitting casually on the sofa, and the second was standing, loosening his tie.

Nadya and Lyuda immediately rushed to the seated one, kissed his cheek: "Hi, Volodya, we missed you so much!", and then with squeals hung onto the standing one: "We missed you, Zhenya!"

Polina, feeling like a third wheel, froze in the doorway. To her horror, she noticed Yevgeny's hands stroking the jeans-clad bottoms. The girl hastily averted her eyes from those hands, confidently groping the girls, and immediately met Vladimir's interested gaze.

"And what is this wonder?" Vladimir's voice held undisguised surprise.

"Everything will be fine now!" Nadya laughed, throwing up her hands. "I'll fix everything now!"

Yevgeny, also becoming interested, turned around. His gaze was more attentive; nothing escaped him—the small mouth with full lips, the neat, finely shaped nose, the black eyebrows sweeping apart. The man snorted, slapped the two girls lower on their backs with visible pleasure:

"Okay, Nadya—whip up some light snacks, and you, Lyuda, 'fix' her!"

Lyuda dragged Polina along and pushed her into a bathroom that possessed the same spaciousness and splendor as the rest of the apartment. It even had a small pool level with the floor.

"Undress," ordered Lyuda, and began pulling off her own jeans.

Polina, hesitating a little, also began to undress. She was a bit shy, but Lyuda, stripped down to tiny white panties, paid no attention to her undressing. Turning on the shower, simply attached to one wall, she took shampoo from a large built-in cabinet and nodded to Polina:

"Wash your hair, we'll think about your hairstyle... Oh, and by the way, we'll remove all this vegetation," a finger with colorful nail polish accusatorily pointed at the overgrown pubic area.

...

"And the final touch!" Lyuda took lenses from a case and, making Polina tilt her head back, implanted them into her eyes.

Polina saw how Lyuda dressed—very brightly and sexily—the new friend wore a deeply plunging short red dress with a huge back cutout. So large that tiny panties were visible, converging on her tanned bottom with three not even ribbons, but threads. Moreover, the dress fabric was transparent, and through it in front one could clearly see both nipples and the same panties, practically exposing the pubic area. Polina was even afraid to look at herself, though she realized she was wearing something resembling harem pants, sitting very low on her waist—almost like the cutout on Lyuda's bottom. Her breasts were covered by a tiny top, which Polina felt, as if from a chill, didn't even hide her breasts from below. Polina's awful panties Lyuda tossed somewhere into a corner and didn't give her others.

...

"I'm not going!" Polina whispered tragically, catching her reflection in one of the mirrors at one point. "I can't! I'm afraid I could be raped looking like this!"

"No one's going to rape you!" Lyuda grumbled, impatiently nudging the girl.

Polina looked at the goddess—she seemed strange—her cheeks were flushed, her high chest heaving as if after a run, her mouth half-open, and her eyes sparkling. What was wrong with her?

Be that as it may, her friend's words calmed Polina a little, and she allowed herself to be led into the room. However, barely crossing the threshold, the girl froze again. Her eyes immediately caught the pair—Vladimir and Nadya. The modest girl would have gladly looked away, but, frozen in shock, couldn't do it—such a perversely awful act was happening between them: her classmate was sitting on Volodya's lap. Perhaps that could be endured, but... The girl's blouse was unbuttoned, her strapless bra pulled down, and her bare breast with strangely swollen nipples was trembling slightly! And the most nightmarish part—why it was trembling! The man's hand was working between her widely spread legs in unbuttoned jeans! And each rather sharp movement resonated so that her rounded breasts trembled resiliently. Nadya's lips were half-open, while her eyes—on the contrary—were closed with long lashes, and from her mouth came chesty sighs, bordering on moans.

In addition, the modest girl felt strange tightening sensations in her nipple tips. New frantic thoughts swirled like a blizzard: "Am I sick? What are these symptoms? Why now?" but immediately evaporated, leaving a complete vacuum in her head—Yevgeny was beside her. His gaze seemed even worse than the ugly scene that had first attracted her attention. Polina remembered what she looked like on display, and moreover, only now realized she wasn't wearing panties, and under the thin fabric was a smoothly shaved, now incredibly lewd-looking pubic area, and next to her a man!!! Her cheeks immediately flushed with a deep blush of embarrassment, and what followed plunged her into complete stupor—Yevgeny suddenly put his arm around her waist, pulling her to his strong body with some authoritative movement, and kissed her! His lips were hard and demanding, as if wanting to claim what was rightfully his, his tongue effortlessly parted her even white teeth and began to explore inside her mouth.

This was beyond all limits! Polina recoiled, pushing the man away:

"What are you doing?" she squeaked, feeling like a defenseless victim before the rather smirking assailant. To top it off, the pulling hardening in her nipples was joined by a strange heaviness in her lower abdomen. These sensations could hardly be explained by illness; rather, they were pleasant, and this completely threw her off—how could one feel, albeit strange, but definite pleasure in such a situation?

"Oh-oh, touch-me-not!" Yevgeny smiled, showing white teeth. "Where did you dig her up?"

Lyuda, who had pressed herself against the man's thigh after the modest girl jumped away, laughed:

"We warned you! You yourselves asked to see this wonder."

"And what will you do now, boys?"

Yevgeny shrugged his broad shoulders and smiled again, suddenly taking Polina's hand and kissing it, bowing:

"Forgive me, madam, I won't be so rude again, you just look dazzling!"

The girl was struck by the gallantry and, most importantly, the meaning of the phrase; she suddenly realized that Yevgeny and Vladimir, who had finally distracted himself from Nadya, were looking at her the same way all those guys in the cafe looked at the goddesses. If only it weren't for the reflection in one of the mirrors: Zhenya's hand, sliding over Lyuda's bottom as she clung to him! And it didn't just slide but went inside the cutout on her back, casually passing the panty strings, and squeezed her classmate's buttocks. Probably it was unpleasant for her, because her whole slender body shuddered, and her fluffy lashes lowered, covering the unhealthy gleam in her eyes.

"You're great, Lyudka! Didn't expect you to 'fix' things so well..." His hand went even further and did something there that made her classmate shudder and moan softly, pressing even closer to the man. "Well then, Polina, come in, sit down, and make yourself at home! And you, Nadya, go change quickly!"

"Oh, come on! I'm past that now!"

And Nadya, jumping up, quickly pulled off her jeans and threw off her blouse, and a moment later unclasped her bra, which anyway wasn't hiding her perkily upturned charms with surprisingly swollen nipples, then spun around, playfully sticking out her bottom and arching in a particularly inviting way.

"Voilà!... Did you like it?" Nadya exclaimed, blushing under the men's gazes, and settled back on Volodya's lap, gracefully arching, pressing against his chest and kissing his manly chin.

The men hummed approvingly ("That's better!", "Why hide such beauty?!"), and Polina, who had been moved to the middle of the wide sofa, sat there neither alive nor dead. On one hand, she was displeased that her classmate was sitting naked on a man's lap, kissing him passionately, and his hand was traveling over her charms, completely uncovered by such boldness. On the other hand, the predatory and greedy looks with which the men caressed Nadya's naked, slender body struck her to the core. She suddenly desperately wanted to be looked at the same way, to be devoured with their eyes, and she would proudly display her own charms. But, alas, who were they, these goddesses, and who was she, a frump... However, remembering the men's gazes at the very beginning, Polina blushed again, whether from embarrassment or pleasure. After all, those gazes held both greed and predatoriness, making her heart beat so thrillingly...

...

The party was gaining momentum. Polina felt that events were only beginning to unfold, though she tried to deceive herself, repeating like a mantra: "They'll drink, fool around a bit with the girls, and we'll go back to the dorm."

And though the modest girl felt like an outsider at this feast of life, the others were having fun to the fullest. And even though at first, when the men wanted to have a snack and drink, the classmates pouted their lips with feigned offense, when they were told that Volodya and Zhenya were staying until evening, they muttered something mysterious like, "Well, then we'll endure a little longer"...

Everyone drank, snacked, the classmates occasionally disappeared to bring this or that, everyone talked about something... The girls were made to dance a fiery dance, during which Lyuda erotically stripped, appearing before interested eyes in the same state as her friend... Periodically, the classmates ended up on the men's laps, kissed them, and moaned when male hands caressed their charms, or even ended up between obligingly spread thighs... And once, when the protesting Nadya was proving something to those present, Yevgeny gave her a resounding slap on the bottom: "Come on, you were going to cook!" Polina almost died, thinking a scandal would erupt: what an insult to a woman, to be slapped on the bottom!

But instead of taking offense, her classmate squealed: "Oh, yes, darling! I love it when you do that! More!" and with the last words, Nadya turned to Zhenya, bent over, resting her hands on her knees, and lifted her bottom high, almost poking him in the face. The modest girl thought he would insult her again with a slap, but instead, Yevgeny pressed his mouth to the girl's crotch. Her eyes nearly popped out: "Is he kissing her THERE?" The girl was shocked by the indecency of what was happening, but what plunged her into even greater horror was that suddenly a pulsation began between her thighs, giving delightful bliss, and moisture seeped between her lower lips, immediately making her uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Nadya began to moan aloud, slightly rocking her hips, as if (it was impossible to believe!) she wanted to get the man's tongue as deep as possible. "But it can't hurt from a tongue and lips! Why is she moaning? Could it be from pleasure?" thought Polina, somewhat sobered by the strange pulsating sensations in her lower abdomen. "What kind of pleasure must it be to moan from it?" The girl remembered how she herself had breathed heavily during sweet inner convulsions, just like Nadya had at first, when the man's hand had gone into her jeans...

She was pulled from the depths of self-reflection by a slap, which Yevgeny finally bestowed upon the satisfied classmate:

"That's enough, go on now."

...

The small orgasm (and one had to admit that's exactly what had happened to her, as soon as she saw the man's lips sinking into her classmate's delicate folds) calmed Polina only briefly. She began to feel nauseous again from fear, excitement, and anticipation of something sweetly forbidden. From fear, because she was now sure of what the men would like to do with her. Of course, hope dies last, and she still wanted to believe they would be satisfied with her classmates and leave her alone... From excitement, because the men's gazes increasingly pierced her charms, caressing them