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Aay, you want to build a foreign paradise... ©

both this and that. For a whole year, I was just studying boringly, and only her lessons brought me some joy. It's not that I didn't like the other subjects, and I didn't really like English in general, but in her classes, I simply admired her.

Sometimes, cunning plans spontaneously arise in my head. I don't know why it happens, but it's a fact. Sometimes I'm even surprised at how my brain can come up with such things. And so, once again, sitting in an English lesson, what I believed to be a brilliant idea came to me. I want to note right away that it wasn't the first on my list of crazy plans, and the other plans not only didn't come to fruition, but more accurately, I simply didn't dare to undertake their execution.

The idea was, in principle, clear as day. I decided to use a fake social media account to express my desire to the object of my longing. Of course, it was risky, and the probability of her agreeing was also very low. But I knew that I just had to take the first step, and then whatever happens, happens.

And yet, alcohol isn't such an evil after all. Because when we're a little drunk, we are capable of doing things we would never dare to do sober. I'm not justifying any drunkards by saying this, but the fact remains: in some situations, we simply need this potion. It sort of unties our hands, and it's a great excuse for justification, isn't it? I was drunk, and that's it, no questions asked.

Hello, dear Daria Sergeevna, an anonymous person is writing to you. I understand, of course, that I might be making one of the biggest mistakes of my life right now, or maybe this is just the only chance to tell you what I feel? I'm writing this message because I can't find any other way to offer you what I'm about to. I want to propose a certain adventure to you, which, I understand, you are unlikely to agree to, but still, try not to reject my offer immediately, because in the end, you have nothing to lose.

From the first day of my studies, I... no, I didn't fall in love with you, I'm not a schoolboy and I'm not capable of that, although who knows? The first time I saw you, I imagined giving you oral pleasure, and you, breathing heavily, moving in rhythm with my movements. That picture was so realistic that I immediately allowed for the possibility that it might happen someday. And so, two years later, as you can see, I took a long time to decide, and I decided to propose turning this imaginary picture into reality. I want to perform cunnilingus on you. I promise you that no one will find out, and such fame would hardly flatter me either. I just ask you not to shatter my wild dreams immediately, and... maybe... you'll agree. If so, then you will possibly get some of the brightest impressions (and orgasms) of your life. If you do allow for the possibility of this happening, then I ask that in two days you come to class wearing something red—a t-shirt, a dress, with red lipstick... then I'll understand and approach you after the lesson.

Until we meet, I hope you are capable of crazy actions!

So, that's the kind of half-drunk nonsense I typed out when I was, accordingly, drunk, and without even rereading it so as not to change my mind, I sent it to Her.

She was in red, in a red dress just above the knees. My heart was pounding as it probably never had in my life. I was simply at my limit. There were 30 minutes left until the end of class. Everything seemed surreal, fictional. I thought it was some kind of trick, but no, she was in front of me, which meant it was all real. For two years, I had only imagined all this, and now, when the hour had come, I... well, I got scared like... like a beast driven into a trap by an experienced hunter. Throughout the class, I changed my mind about my plan a thousand times, and then decided to go through with it again.

And her? What about her? She was calm. Her eyes didn't even dart around the students looking for the one who had proposed all this to her. I said she was calm, yes, that's true, but besides that, a kind of focused severity was reflected on Her face. Severity—that's exactly what unsettled me. She seemed as if she was angry, but angry at what? At having put on that red dress, thereby agreeing to my conditions, or not? Yeah, there are many mysteries.

And so, the last 5 minutes. Heart pounding, a nervous tic in my legs, and... the end of the lesson. "We are stop for today," Her signature phrase at the end, well, something like that. I could never quite make out how it was correctly said. And everyone starts gathering and leaving. I also moved towards the exit with everyone, but still, I decided—"Alright guys, you go ahead, I'll catch up, gotta check on some debts..."

 — Alright, go ahead, catch up if anything.

I turned around and walked towards Her. She looked at me for a couple of seconds and understood everything.

 — Go lock the door with the key. Metallic notes in her voice. On buckling legs, I shuffled to the door, came back, approached her closely.

 — So it's you? The miserable fantasizing masturbator?

 — Yes, me. I just wanted to, I wrote to you.

 — Get on your knees, she said with hardness. Silently, because I didn't know what I could say, I got on my knees. She stood up, lifted her dress, and quickly took off her lace panties and, completely unexpectedly for me, pressed them against my face and started moving them around.

 — Well, you've always dreamed of this, haven't you? Take it, and she started rubbing them against my face even harder, trying to push them into my mouth. Honestly, I hadn't anticipated this turn of events. I didn't want any roughness at all. Everything just got mixed up in my head. A cunning, serpentine smirk was reflected on Her face, but it somehow, miraculously, only made Her more beautiful. She pulled her panties away and forcefully pressed my face into her crotch. Her pussy was simply unrealistically beautiful, neatly shaved, and already slightly wet. She painfully grabbed my hair and began fiercely rubbing her pussy against my face. She was wet. I greedily licked it all up. I myself had a hard-on. My whole face was already covered in her secretions, and I kept licking and licking. Then she sped up the pace, moaning softly and breathing faster. I felt she was about to cum. — Faster, faster, aaahhh!! She let out a drawn-out moan and came intensely, pressing my face hard and instinctively squeezing her knees. She sat like that for a few more moments and

I woke up. I just fucking woke up with an unreal hard-on and all sweaty. Ugh, that was the best dream of my life, and I don't even know whether to regret that it was just a dream. But D-day is today, and I don't know if I should consider this dream a good omen, because everything didn't go according to my script.

Everyone came to class as usual, but she wasn't there yet. I, a bit nervous, wondered if she would be wearing "red" or not. After a few minutes, she entered, greeted everyone cheerfully, and sat down in her place. I looked at her and sadly noticed that she wasn't wearing anything red, although... her lipstick was a bit brighter than usual. She always preferred light shades, but now it was like this. However, I couldn't say for sure if this fact meant her agreement.

End of the lesson. I, as in the dream, am intensely thinking about dropping this idea to hell or carrying it out. — Alright guys, go ahead, I'll catch up.

 — Okay, yeah.

I approached her. She silently and curiously looked at me for some time but didn't start the conversation. Not knowing what to think, I took the key from the table and went to lock the door. Surprisingly, that nervousness I felt in the dream wasn't there. I was calm and confident. I locked the door with the key, approached her, looked into her eyes for a couple of seconds.

 — Are you ready?

No answer followed,

and I, deciding that silence is the best answer, leaned towards her, very confidently and gently kissed her, took her by the ass and moved her to the edge of the chair. I carefully lifted her skirt and, through the fabric of her white panties, began kissing her, which made her let out a soft moan. After a couple of moments, I removed this currently unnecessary item of clothing and, as in the dream, I saw a shaved pussy with a thin strip of hair on the pubis. It was insanely beautiful. The small clitoris had slightly pinkened and was invitingly calling to me. Without thinking long, I gently pressed against it and began, sometimes increasing, sometimes decreasing the pace, to lick her. She was flowing abundantly. I, wetting two fingers, slowly inserted them into her vagina, which made her exhale loudly and sharply arch her back. I began drilling her clitoris with my tongue and carefully fucking her hole with my fingers. After a couple of minutes of such manipulations, she was rapidly approaching the finish line, but finishing so quickly was not in my plans. Just as she was ready to literally burst apart from a violent orgasm, in the most brazen manner, I stopped all movement. She looked at me pleadingly in the eyes, but I didn't heed her silent request to finish. Instead, I stood up, unzipped my jeans, and took out my cock, which had been hard since the beginning of the lesson. Without any request, she slowly took it into her mouth and began sliding her hot mouth onto it. Then she began playfully running her tongue over the head, which made me tense up immediately. I realized I would cum in a few moments. I sharply pulled out my cock and lifted her to her feet.

I started kissing her neck while at the same time masturbating her clitoris with my hand. She, in turn, was jerking my cock with her hand. Realizing it was time to move to the next stage, I positioned her with her back to me and slightly bent her over so that she was leaning on the table with her hands. I slowly began inserting my cock into her vagina. How hot and tight it was there. The walls very tightly enveloped my pulsating cock, and since I was without a condom, these sensations were simply indescribable. I started slowly at first, then faster and faster, fucking her. She was all wet, and after a couple of minutes, my cock was sliding in and out smoothly as if greased. With each of my thrusts, she exhaled loudly, which aroused me even more. I covered her mouth with my palm because she had started moaning quite frankly. After several minutes of such riding, when she was ready to cum, I again didn't allow her to do it.

 — Well why, why are you doing this? Let me cum, please, and she reached her hand towards her pussy, but I quickly pulled it away.

I felt that now I was the master of the situation. And I didn't want to finish so quickly what I had wanted for 2 years. I laid her on the table and, in that position, started pounding her again. She already didn't give a damn about anything. She wanted one thing—to have an orgasm. She also wasn't concerned that she had a class starting in 5 minutes. She just moved her hips in sync with me fiercely, which caused a loud, squelching sound of my balls slapping against her in the classroom. I realized I wouldn't last long either and, increasing the pace, began fucking her wildly like a last dog fucking some stray mutt. She was sweating heavily, her eyes moistened. She understood she would finally get what she wanted. She wasn't here but somewhere in another world, and only a big explosion in her vagina could bring her back to earth, when an insane electric current would pierce thousands of nerve endings throughout her body, and she, arching wildly, would get the best orgasm of her life. I was approaching the end and began cumming abundantly right inside her. She didn't mind, not that anyone asked her. I came and pulled out of her.

But she, she didn't get an orgasm. More precisely, I deprived her of such happiness. I decided, not now. I don't know why, maybe in retaliation for the dream? When I pulled out of her, I slapped her cheek a few times. She came to her senses and couldn't believe that she hadn't gotten what I had promised her. Her eyes became very moist. It was probably the strongest resentment in her life. (Specially for .org — ) I kissed her on the lips and said, or rather, no, I ordered that she not touch herself for the next week and not let her husband near her, and I didn't give a damn what she would tell him. She agreed without a murmur and began slowly getting dressed. I, completely satisfied, went on to my next classes. It was sunny outside, a light breeze was blowing on my face, life was beautiful.

To be continued, perhaps.