Sunday meeting
Irochka loved her friend Alice very much. They had known each other since childhood, studied in the same class, then went to the same institute, though it was the only one in the provincial town of Subbotinsk, but in different groups. Ira went to the veterinary faculty, and Alice to the agricultural one. There they met their boyfriends Dima and Sasha. Dima studied at the engineering faculty, and Sasha at the economics one. They became friends and became good friends. Alice and Dima had already started living together, but for some reason Sasha really didn't want that. It was Sunday morning, Ira was still lying in her bed, looking at her photos. She didn't like herself, although other people, especially
men, considered her quite attractive. Shoulder-length light brown hair, a neat butt, medium height, a second cup size and beautiful amber-colored eyes. She wrote to Sasha, but he, as often happened, didn't answer, apparently he was busy with something, and Dima was online, with whom they had already developed a strong friendship."Hi, how are you?" Ira wrote to her friend.
"Bored, Alice went to her mom's until Monday, I haven't talked to anyone for the second day now. Either laziness or lack of desire. Haven't figured it out myself yet," Dima replied almost immediately.
"Don't feel like having a drink? I'm bored too, and I'm in a kind of gloomy mood. Autumn is taking its toll," wrote Ira.
"I do, shall we go somewhere or stay in?"
"Let's stay in, I don't want to go anywhere. Shall I come to your place?"
"Sure, what shall we drink? I only have whiskey."
"I'll bring some wine, I don't want whiskey. It's too strong."
"Then I'll cook something to eat," wrote Dima.
"I'll be there in an hour." Of course, Ira could have gotten there sooner, since they lived only two blocks apart, but for some reason the girl wanted to look beautiful in front of Dima, and for that she needed to put on makeup, pick out clothes, and do her hair. In short, there was a lot of work to do.
Dima prepared a salad, fried some meat, and boiled potatoes by the time Ira was approaching the house. The young man had always liked his girlfriend's friend, very much so. Therefore, when Ira suggested having a drink, he considered several different scenarios for how the evening might continue. One of the fantastic options was to seduce the girl and fuck her thoroughly. But unfortunately, he didn't consider this plan viable.
The doorbell rang, Dima opened the door, helped Irochka take off her jacket, and they went to the kitchen. The girl was wearing jeans and a tight blue T-shirt. They sat opposite each other and opened a bottle of wine.
"To our meeting," said the girl.
"To a pleasant companion," Dima smiled.
"How are things with you and Alice?" the girl asked.
"Yeah... Slowly, nothing extraordinary, everything's fine. And how about you and Sasha?"
Ira lowered her eyes.
"Let's have another drink, and then I'll tell you, okay?"
"Okay," Dima smiled and poured more wine for her and himself.
They talked for half an hour on various topics, discussing the latest institute gossip, and when the bottle of wine was almost finished, Irochka suggested having some whiskey. Dima didn't object and quickly set up glasses for whiskey, cola, and the alcohol itself. They drank, and Dima asked again about her relationship with Sasha.
"I don't have orgasms with Sasha. At all! Not once!" said the girl, who was already quite drunk.
"Why?"
"I don't know, he comes, kisses, everything seems fine, I get aroused, but when it comes to the act, I don't get any pleasure at all. I just lie there and wait for it all to end."
Dima remembered how Sasha had once said that Ira behaved like a log in bed, and it didn't give him any pleasure. Dima, of course, didn't think the sweet and unfortunate girl was entirely to blame, and here was a chance to check. But how?
"Calm down, what about with your previous men, how was it?"
"I didn't have anyone before him in that sense," the girl said calmly.
"Why are you upset? Don't worry. Maybe Sasha is doing something wrong, maybe you should hint to him?"
"I don't know, I wish I knew what he's doing wrong. Or maybe it's my fault?" she looked at Dima.
He also felt very sorry for the good girl.
"Alright, let's distract ourselves." He stood up, went behind the girl's back, moved her hair aside to free her back, put his hands on her shoulders, and began gently massaging Ira's shoulders.
The girl felt Dima's strong hands on her fragile shoulders, and when he began to massage them quite gently, she started to feel some pleasure. She was quite drunk, and various thoughts began to creep into her head, including some very dirty ones. But this was her best friend's boyfriend, and she pushed them away, and just at the moment when the dirty thoughts seemed to have left the girl, Dima began to massage her neck. His fingers touched the delicate spots of the girl's fragile neck so gently that Ira even became aroused. She was engulfed in a flame of desire to do something pleasant for this man and then let him inside her. Ira resisted these thoughts as best she could, but each new touch of his caused a powerful surge of desire.
Dima got carried away with the process; he also enjoyed touching the girl's skin. When he finished the massage, the girl turned around and saw the bulge in his home shorts. Dima was just about to turn away, to do something, but the girl herself put her hand on his cock. She began to feel it through the shorts. The girl herself didn't quite understand what she was doing, and just as she wanted to remove her hand, to run away somewhere from shame, Dima took a serious step. He pulled down his shorts along with his underwear, exposing his erection. Ira took it in her hand, a hot, throbbing cock. It was a bit bigger than Sasha's. At least sixteen centimeters. Ira was very ashamed, but she continued to do it because it gave her some pleasure. The girl began to caress the cock, the balls, and Dima took it in his hand and brought it to her mouth.
"I've never sucked before, I don't like it," Irochka wanted to say, but couldn't say anything, just looked at the head of the cock and felt the smell of the aroused male organ, which turned her on even more. Then Dima began to run the head of his cock over her lips. Irochka opened her mouth slightly and took the head of the cock inside, tightly wrapping her lips around it. Ira wasn't thinking about anything anymore, she was only figuring out how deep she could take it and what else to do to please Dima. The young man began to stroke her head.
"Good girl, use your tongue."
The girl took the cock a little deeper into her mouth and began to run her tongue over the head, and then she realized that she also needed to suck on it, as if trying to suck up a liquid, only she imagined that hot semen was about to fill her mouth. But Dima just wouldn't cum, he went deeper, took it out, and went in again, pressing against one cheek, then the other. The girl had already gotten a taste for it; she liked feeling the throbbing cock in her mouth, she liked caressing his balls with her hand when he pressed against her cheek. Dima pulled his cock out of her tender mouth.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" said Dima and took the girl by the hand.
Ira was no longer thinking about morality, her friend, or her boyfriend; she only focused on her sensations.
"And what will we do there?" the girl smiled and got up from the chair.
Dima approached her and pressed against her. His cock pressed against her stomach, and he kissed her on the lips; she responded, and his tongue entered her mouth.
"Isn't it disgusting to kiss me after a blowjob?" the girl asked after they finished the kiss.
"No," Dima smiled and led her by the hand to the bedroom.
He had taken off his shorts in the kitchen, pulled off his T-shirt, then pulled off the girl's, unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts. He pushed her onto the bed and began kissing her nipples, then went down to her stomach, covering the girl with kisses, reached her pubic area, and began pulling down her jeans along with her panties. Throwing the jeans with wet panties aside, he spread her legs and touched her neatly shaved pubic mound with his hand, then entered the girl with two fingers. Dima lay down next to her and began kissing the girl's neck, her shoulders, while stimulating her with two fingers. The girl moaned softly; after several minutes of such caresses, he turned her onto her stomach and entered the girl as deeply as he could. At that moment, Dima lifted her up and grabbed one of her breasts with one hand, squeezing it, and with the other hand, he began stroking her back. Fucking the girl roughly and quickly, he didn't forget to pull his cock out of her, but continued to fuck her with his hand, then entered her again. Irochka moaned, arched her back like a cat under Dima's thrusts. And then, Ira came, trying with all her might to hold back the scream escaping from her.
Her body was shaken by a tremor, and the girl completely relaxed. But Dima continued to fuck, and after a few moments, he pulled his cock out of her; she turned over, guessing the guy's intentions. He sat over her and began running his cock over her lips. The girl began to jerk him off, then took him in her mouth, and he erupted in a stream of hot semen into her mouth and then onto her face. The girl swallowed the semen and licked her lips. Dima lay down next to her and handed her a tissue from the bedside table. She wiped herself off, threw the tissue away, and hugged Dima.
"Did you have an orgasm?" asked Dima.
"You're a miracle," the girl said tenderly. "And I'm a real slut. I lost my mind at the sight of a cock."
"You're not a slut, but you suck wonderfully."
"I don't even know if that's a compliment or not. Especially since I did it for the first time!"
"Really?" Dima smiled.
"You're going to get it from me now!" Ira threatened him.
Dima smiled and kissed the girl.