REUNION OVA
All the way, Snezhana shared her impressions of travels to exotic far-flung corners of the world with her well-to-do husband Viktor-Palyich with unconcealed delight, deftly maneuvering through lanes and nearly cutting off some distracted Focus, and Yulka had already thought she'd gotten away with it. Monday had indeed turned out to be unusually unlucky—the publishing house where she worked as a proofreader seemed to be on its last legs, the bosses didn't even show up at the office, no one dared mention salary anymore, afraid of jinxing the last hope, and projects had to be finished at all costs, but it seemed she was the only one who cared. And then, who would have thought,
Snezhinka, the little robber, her schoolyard comrade, whom she hadn't seen for a good seven years, since graduation, yelled across the whole store: "Yulka! Little Pot! O-hayo!" And for some reason, everyone looked at her as if she were the only candidate for that idiotic nickname.
The memory made Yulka shudder, and she suddenly realized with fright that for a moment, the silly childhood word resonated in her not with offense, not indignation, but with some perverse sweetness, completely improper for an educated twenty-five-year-old woman on the verge of looking for a new job. "No, I must fight this decisively," she ordered herself and looked sternly at her companion in the mirror. But she noticed nothing and continued cooing, describing either the Maldives, or Majorca, or Malta... And what brought her to a bookstore anyway? She should have been wandering around her Yves Rocher stores, but no, she was after knowledge too, even grabbing a couple of guidebooks on Japan. Oh, Snezhinka, if only everyone had your troubles!
— Hello, Yul, don't zone out. Is it really all about me, me, me? I heard you divorced Andryushka...
Well, that's just what was missing! Yulka was already starting to doubt whether their meeting was accidental. The thing was, in school they both liked the same boy, Andrei Koltsoy, a small, dark-haired, fidgety clown who tirelessly amused and entertained them for the last two boring school years. Though "liked" wasn't quite the right word. Snezhka openly toyed with him, played like a cat with a mouse, enticed and then shot him down. And Yulya... Yulya was drawn to his sad brown eyes and kind, open smile. And his body, tanned and flexible, like that of a mixed-race cabin boy from a pirate frigate. And she probably felt sorry for that trusting child, raised by a single grandmother—after all, any little robber could easily ruin his life. And so, when Snezhana shot him down once again, Yulka gave in. She took in the orphan. And fell in love herself, head over heels. At the graduation, which merged into one passionate kiss, Snezhana made a terrible scene, and Yulka then had to comfort her, drunk and tearful, in the school bathroom for a good two hours. Farewell to alma mater. And to the capricious childhood friend, with whom Yulka decided to break things off once and for all that day...
— I knew it wouldn't work out for you two, you're both a bit touched...
— Zhann!
In response, the motorist guffawed like a regimental horse at a parade and slapped her friend encouragingly on the thigh in a hussar-like manner, making her flinch and instinctively squeeze her legs together.
— Oh, relax, Little Pot, it's all in the past! You can see for yourself, everything's hunky-dory with me, even better than you can imagine... Oh, what fools we were back then! Well, never mind, chin up, Yulik, maybe we'll sort out your life too.
"Yeah, you'll sort it out..." Yulka smirked to herself but didn't object. What was the point? She just thought that nothing had changed since their last meeting. And if anything had changed, it certainly wasn't in her, Yulka's, favor. So, this time everything would go the same way as before—if not worse...
They turned into the courtyard of a once bright-purple five-story building where Yulya had a one-room apartment, a wedding gift from her parents. Killing the engine and sitting for a minute in weighty silence, Snezhana asked:
— Remember?
— Leave me alone.
— Inviting me up?
— Maybe another time...
And Yulka received the first slap of the evening, burning, ringing, hurtful to the point of tears, and yet long-awaited.
* * *
The first time Yulka came was right in the hallway. As soon as they entered, Snezhana pounced on her, pressed her against the front door, and, breaking the last remnants of resistance, sank into her lips with a long kiss, dry and intoxicating like field herbs on a hot August day. Button or hook? The strict office trousers easily yielded to the experienced lock-picker, and in an instant, all power over Yulka's soul and body passed to her former mistress. "Snezhka..."
The uninvited guest fucked her roughly, furiously, with her whole palm, now biting into the girl's neck, now nibbling on the unpierced earlobes without earrings, hissing in her ear: "What do you think you are, you bitch?! A hole in a donut!... A wet slit!... A sinful washbasin!... Well, why are you mooing like an unmilked heifer? Do you like it?! Are you getting off on being fucked like this?"
In response, Yulka really just mooed, biting her lip to keep from wailing and becoming the talk of the whole building. All the worries, all the hardships and disappointments of recent years, which had seemed so significant to her, suddenly melted away like smoke, settling like grains of sand at the bottom of an endless, shining ocean. Really, what did she think she was? White waves of happiness rolled in one after another, and it was unthinkable to resist the rhythmic onslaught of the unleashed elements.
With her free hand, the robber tore at Yulya's blouse, pulled up the cream-colored bra, exposing her captive's chest—two firm, moderately plump, and slightly upturned daughters, not looking straight ahead but as if timidly glancing to the sides, each to her own flank. "Well, well, who do I see! Old acquaintances," Snezhana cooed, reclaiming her toys, "how have you been without mommy? All withered without affection? Don't worry, we'll fix that! You know, little goody-goody, what always gave you away? Your shameless medical syringes! As soon as you're put in your place a bit, they stand right up, like on the first whore in the district." And continuing to unceremoniously stretch Yulka like a lady's glove, she painfully grabbed her by the traitorous nipple. Sing, little nipple, don't be shy!
And then Yulka howled like a beluga, groaned at the top of her lungs, forgetting all communal decency, arched her back, and drenched Snezhana's fingers with such a hot wave that both of them froze for a moment from the overwhelming delight. Then the little robber matter-of-factly wiped her tired hand on Yulka's helpless tit, ran her index finger over her half-open lips, admiringly, stroked her head, and suddenly kissed her, so impulsively and tenderly, as only the very closest girlfriends kiss, and only when they can no longer hold back their tears.
* * *
For a whole hour, maybe more, they didn't leave the shower, rejoicing in the rain like little children and using up a decent supply of foam, oils, balms, and gels. Not a trace remained of the former stiffness; the girls were simply unrecognizable—they chattered nonstop, laughed, kissed, teased, flirted, splashed, pinched, stroked, jerked, and spanked each other, quarreled and immediately made up, cried and hugged, and chattered again.
— It's still great to be a girl! Guys will never understand this.
— Serves them right! Now explain to me, forget the cheating, but why lie? It's stupid, cowardly, unmanly...
— Pot calling the kettle black! So you're going to suffer over your milksop all your life? You should find yourself a normal, mature man, it's that simple!
— Yeah, I'm no match for you! I don't run after mature men, I don't have time.
— Getting cheeky, huh?! Come on, lick my heel!
— Why should I?
— Why? What kind of maids are these nowadays!
— Yes, ma'am, Zhannet...
— You dummy, you almost drowned me!!
— Beg for mercy.
— Dream on! Where do you think you can handle me with your bare ass!... How about standing like a crab for a bit?
— Let go, it hurts!
— It's fine, you'll endure, you'll be nicer.
— Let go, please, I'll do anything you order! I'll be nice! Obedient! Silky!!
— You will, you will, where can you go? And don't forget to remind me about your punishment later. Now, let's see who our little slut's dear friend is... This one, the green one, guessed it?
— No-o-o!! Let go!!
— So, it's this one. Exactly! 'Orgasmic Shop'!
— 'Organic Shop'! No-o-o!!!
— You won't know until you try it, girl...
— Are you crazy! Fructis!!
— I told you it was the green one. Ugh, how cheap! Love is blind! But then again, it's just right for you...
— Not like that!!
— How delicate we are... Just you wait, I'll tell Viktor-Palyich everything, he'll whip you with his own hands like a red-headed stepchild!
— Let him whip his own goat. Ouch!!! I won't do it again! I swear!!
— That's more like it, you let your tongue loose. Stand still yourself, I'm tired of holding you.
— Listen, why do you call him by his full name? A-ah!! It's kind of old-fashioned...
— You're the old-fashioned one. Arch your back better. And wiggle your butt. Cool! Well, doesn't it turn me on, isn't it obvious? It just drives me wild! 'As you wish, Viktor Palych, I can use my mouth too. Anything you desire.' At first, he didn't get it either when we just met, thought I was mocking him, hinting at his age.
— How old is he?
— Not much, just 35, that's not the point. He's just the best, you understand? And I want him to always feel that with me. Think it's a fetish?
— You're lucky, Snezhulya...
— You have to choose men by their worth. You should see his dick! Like a horse's! I swear, Yulik, like your Orgasmic Shop, only real, a huge such schlong! I didn't even know such beauties existed in nature!
— M-m-m...
— What are you mooing about, imagining it? Remember those photos? Our erotic theater? 'Dear puppy, fetch my bra.' Viktor-Palyich was stunned when he saw...
— Zhann!!! How could you...?!
— Hush! You're not a little girl anymore. Consider it an introduction by proxy. And anyway, are you jealous or something? I'm not stingy. I'd gladly put you under him! Back in the day in China, Japan, wives gave their husbands their maids to use, and nothing, everyone was happy.
— That was in Japan and back then...
— And are we any worse? Aha, so you're not against it?... A-oo!
— M-m-m... I want Andryusha!! I hate him!!
— What a fool! I'd find you such pedigreed studs! But then again, one doesn't interfere with the other, right, Little Pot? Married sluts are in fashion now. You'll be in high demand with a crab like that! Here, have some more hot ones!
— Yes, Ma'am Zhannet!! Yes! Yes! Ye-es! God, it's easy to go crazy! I haven't come this much in a year... Snezhka, I love you...
— I love myself too. Rub my back one more time... Yulik, you have no idea how much I missed you... Sorry for ruining your graduation...
— Don't say that. It's all my fault.
— Yours? You wouldn't hurt a fly. No, it was my fiery temper acting up. Although I knew why you did it. You felt sorry for him. We both had fun, but only one paid the price. That's the way the cookie crumbles... Do you really dream of getting Andrei back?
— I do... But what's the point? How could we live on?
— What if he's changed?
— Why would he?
— Well, anything can happen...
— You... you've seen him?
— Just imagine I'm your good fairy, and wish for your deepest desire. By the way, about fairies...
— 'Fairy's Kiss under the Waterfall'? Want some?
— You bet. I'm on edge too, by the way. Start with the butt, please.
This was something new, but Yulka wasn't embarrassed. On the contrary, she herself was itching to do something special for her friend, even if humiliating, but excitingly servile. Snezhana stood under the shower, rinsing the remaining foam off her tanned back, and impatiently wiggled her buttocks. Kneeling, as the ritual required, Yulka carefully kissed each of them, hugged her Amazon by the cast bronze hips, and timidly ran her tongue along the fold between the lovely, lean buns, along the entire length, then more boldly and deeper, until she discovered the swollen bud of the anus and pressed her shyly-servile mouth to it. Whatever Viktor-Palyich's merits were, he clearly spared his little wife from behind. But who knows, would he be so ceremonious with her maid?
Yulya understood that the old friend's visit had been planned in advance, and that all their intimate games and frank conversations served only as a prelude to some business proposal. So, she didn't bring up the maid for no reason, and offered her butt to lick as if hinting. It's just unclear what Andrei has to do with it?
Just this morning, the thought of becoming a mistress-maid, and for a vulgar and capricious friend at that, would have seemed wildly outrageous to her; now, on the contrary, this thought only wildly excited her. The question is, where is the truth, what to believe? Yulka knew the answer. She had long ago decided for herself that one could only believe in one's own loneliness. It would never let you down, never deceive you, never allow empty girlish sufferings to flare up. In the first quarter-century, she had neither faithful friends nor wealthy patrons, so she had absolutely no one to rely on, and Snezhinka's appearance could be seen as a dubious and risky, but still a prospect. And if not a prospect, then at least a reason to shake things up, do a bunch of stupid things, but finally feel carefree, happy, and desperately desired. After all, what is she losing?
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