Note

"To love and be wise is scarcely granted even to the gods." — Publilius Syrus.

The ten-minute break ended and people headed to the lecture hall. Sitting down in my seat, I pulled my notebook closer.

— So, is everyone here? — asked our instructor, a department assistant. — Then write down the topic: "Structure of the Shoulder. The Shoulder Joint, Anatomical and Topographical Features."

I opened my notebook and prepared to take notes, but something foreign was protruding under the pages; something had been placed inside the notebook between the written pages. I turned the notebook upside down and shook it. A piece of paper folded several times fell out onto the desk. The assistant

droned on monotonously, explaining the topic, and I, unfolding the note, rustled loudly.

— Milevskaya, if you're busy with something, go out into the hallway and continue there — the assistant addressed me.

After receiving the reprimand, I mechanically stuffed the note into my pocket. After the practical session ended, according to the schedule, the last class was another lecture. Having gone to the lecture hall and sat down at a desk, I remembered the note folded several times. Taking it out of my pocket, I unfolded it and read it. In beautiful and clearly feminine handwriting, the following lines were written: "Kristina, I've been watching you for a long time, I don't have the courage to come up and confess to you face to face. But I also can't hide it from you any longer, I simply have no strength left. I want you to know, I'm crazy about you, I love you and often masturbate thinking of you. I constantly imagine us making love and I lose my mind from it, this feeling for you arose a long time ago and only grows stronger with time. Know that I love you and want you. Always at your feet, loving you, O." Wow. Shocked to the core, I reread this love letter and didn't even notice when the lecture began.

That the note was addressed specifically to me left no doubt. Yes, I am Kristina, and as it happened, there were no other girls with exactly the same name in our year. At least, I was one hundred percent sure of that. So, these lines were addressed to me, and whoever wrote it clearly knew what they were doing. During those very ten minutes of the break when I was absent, my notebook was lying on the desk, and slipping a note in there unnoticed wouldn't have been difficult. And a girl wrote it. Moreover, in an emotional outburst, and it didn't look like a simple prank at all. Such a frank message was unlikely to be thought up by some joker. Real passion lived in the written lines, and I felt myself blushing deeply. Who could it be? Anyone, really. Maybe someone from our group, or maybe from the entire year, someone who sees me all the time. Without a doubt, it was written by a fellow female student just like me, and simply guessing the author of the love letter seemed impossible. It was clear that the writer remained anonymous, afraid that I would just laugh at them, and God forbid, read it aloud in front of everyone.

I suddenly stood up a little and began looking around. Some were sitting and writing, some were chatting in whispers, and some were giggling and pinching their neighbor. But absolutely no one paid any attention to me. I unfolded the note and read it again. Damn it, a simple written sheet stirred up a whole storm in my soul. I could no longer concentrate on the lecture and, slowly rising, I tiptoed out of the hall. Hiding the note deep in my bag, I left the university building and headed towards the dormitory. The whole way I thought about that damn note and couldn't get these thoughts out of my head. It seemed to me now that someone was constantly following on my heels, and the invisible presence of a girl loving me was constantly felt.

I was studying at the medical university in my third year of the pediatric faculty and preparing to become a doctor. And before that, well, right after school I went to sell all sorts of junk at the market. Finally realizing the futility of that occupation, I applied to law school and failed the entrance exams; the following year I applied again and successfully failed once more. Another year later, having decided on a profession, I went to another city to apply to economics, and failed again, missing the admission by just one point. There, I accidentally met a man who was eight years older than me and married him. Our marriage turned out to be unsuccessful and I lived with him for a year and a half. I couldn't get pregnant by him and he found himself a mistress on the side.

My husband was a civil airline pilot and was often away on his flights. Then I found out that behind my back he had gotten together with a member of his crew — a young flight attendant who immediately got pregnant by him, and I had to file for divorce. He immediately brought her into his house and kicked me out, throwing my things onto the stairwell. After spending the night at the train station, in tears, I returned home on the first train. My shock lasted another six months. But life went on and I had to keep living. I got tired of working as a simple salesperson in a store, and I left again to apply, this time to medical school. Having prepared thoroughly, I finally successfully passed the entrance exams and got in through the competition. At that moment, I was already in my third year. I hadn't let any guys near me for two years, but the weight of the failed marriage gradually faded into the background and I met a guy from a senior year. We went out together, went to clubs and discos, and even kissed, but I wasn't ready to let him into my bed yet.

— Why did you stop, Kristina. Go on, I won't tell anyone, no one will know. Come on.

— No, I won't, I'm already ashamed, you shouldn't have seen this — I replied.

— But it's perfectly natural. You haven't had anyone for a long time, your body demands it. I'll help you.

With these words, Olesya, slowly clicking her heels, approached me. Her hand moved forward and I felt gentle girlish fingers under my bra. I don't know how it happened, but a surge of passionate bliss suddenly swept me up and I arched towards her, pressing her hand to me. Olesya leaned towards me and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues met and intertwined. I was kissing my friend and getting aroused by her frank touches. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, wrapping her knees around my hips from both sides so that my face ended up right between her legs. Throwing the hem of her skirt right over my head, she with one hand

embraced my neck, and with the other grabbed my breast again. Submitting to a sudden impulse, I moved the strip of thin panties aside and prepared for caresses.

— Come on, start — the girl whispered hotly, and I pressed my lips to her moistened crotch.

Olesya began breathing heavily and pressed my head to her. I penetrated her little cave with my tongue and slowly circled her clitoris. The girl shuddered and moaned, generously lubricating my lips with her secretions. Moving one leg forward, she threw it over my thigh and the toes of her foot ended up between my legs. I embraced her leg and pressed it to me. I caressed and licked her clitoris and cave, and she stimulated me with her toes. We moved towards each other and moaned softly. This was my first full-fledged sex during all my studies, and indeed since my divorce. We fucked and the bed creaked. No one disturbed us. Finally, the girl shuddered one last time and came into my mouth and on my face with a viscous fluid, and right after her, I came too, generously smearing her leg.

For some time we sat silently on my bed. Then Olesya got up and tidied herself up.

— Let this be our little secret — she said — actually, I have a boyfriend, but sometimes I want intimacy with a girl.

— Tell me — I addressed her — was it you who wrote me the note?

— A note? What are you talking about, friend, why would I write you anything if we live in the same room and I can always talk to you without any notes. I didn't write you anything. Or maybe I did, but I won't admit it for anything. What was in the note?

— Oh, nothing, just some nonsense — I replied and concluded: if she doesn't know the content, then she didn't write it.

— Well, if you get the desire, well, for this — and she ran a finger between her legs — always turn to me, it's not shameful for me.

— I'm kind of ashamed — I answered, blushing again.

— Well then, masturbate in my presence, and I'll understand everything right away, I'm for free love and without any complexes — she said with a lewd giggle — I'll go wash my foot, you came all over it.

So, it wasn't her. Then who? After sex with Olesya, I felt relieved. I went to wash up and sat down to cram. The next day, as usual, I came to classes. Sitting in the lecture hall, I turned my head and peered into the faces of the female students. However, no one paid any attention to me and I buried myself in my notebooks. The day passed and classes ended. Today I decided to catch up and retake the failing grade in histology. I went to the department and spent another two hours on the make-up work. It was starting to get dark outside and suddenly a heavy downpour began. Naturally, I didn't have an umbrella with me, and the path to the dormitory was not short. I stood under the awning at the entrance to the academic building and couldn't go out. When would this rain end? But the bad weather had really picked up and the rain poured down harder, just like from a bucket. Suddenly someone approached from behind.

— It got so cold all of a sudden — a female voice said, and I turned around.

It was Olga, a girl from my group. Just like me, she was retaking the histology topic and came out under the awning after me.

— Kristina, do you have an umbrella? — she asked.

— No — I sighed — and I don't even know how I'll get to the dorm, and it's getting dark already.

— I have a suggestion. I live nearby, just a block away, and I have an umbrella. Together under the umbrella we can run to my place and you can spend the night with me. And tomorrow you can go to the dormitory, if the rain doesn't stop, I'll give you another umbrella.

— Olya, thank you, but it's kind of awkward.

— It's fine, you won't be a bother, I live alone and it'll even be more fun for me.

— Okay then, let's run.

And we, fitting under one umbrella, ran to her place. Nevertheless, when we found ourselves in Olga's cramped apartment, we were soaked from head to toe. Olya gave me one of her bathrobes and I hung my clothes in the bathroom. We drank hot tea and warmed up. I was shivering and couldn't get warm.

— I have one big warm blanket — said Olga — and we can both snuggle under it. The bed is wide, there's enough room for two, and we'll be warm and cozy.

— Okay, let's do that — I agreed — otherwise we really might catch a cold.

Olya made the bed and I dove under the warm blanket. She lay down next to me and turned off the light, leaving a dim nightlight on. Under the warm and fluffy cover, I gradually warmed up and my eyelids grew heavy. But I didn't get to fall asleep. A soft girlish hand wrapped around my waist and lay between my legs. Gentle fingers slipped under my panties and stroked my lips. A pleasant heaviness stirred in my lower abdomen and I immediately perked up. I removed her hand from me and turned to face her.

— Olya, what are you doing, are you hitting on me?

— Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

She suddenly turned on the floor lamp and spoke:

— Kristina, remember that note, well, during the practical, on the break, I wrote it, and slipped it into your notebook when you weren't there.

And that's when it dawned on me. After all, the note was signed with the initial letter of her name.

— So it was you who wrote me the love letter?

— Yes, I wrote it — she said quietly and blushed.

Then suddenly the girl spoke passionately:

— Kristina, I've been deeply and hopelessly in love with you for a long time. I tried to cope with it, to fight it somehow, but I can't do anything about myself. No matter what I do, no matter what I'm busy with, you're always before my eyes, and I have this feeling that you're somewhere nearby, very close and about to caress me. I've loved you for over a year but it seems to me like I've loved you forever. Why am I being punished like this. I would never have confessed to you, but providence itself brought us together in one bed and I couldn't hold back. Forgive me.

I looked at the girl and was deeply shocked by her tender and passionate confession. Her face was flushed with feeling and tears streamed from her eyes.

— Will you leave now? Please, I beg you, don't go, don't leave me without an answer.

Oh hell, her confession completely robbed me of my peace of mind. Such a sweet, still very young girl suddenly unexpectedly confessed her love to someone much older than her and who certainly wasn't worthy of her feelings and hot tears. And I was completely at a loss.

— Olya, why are you wasting your love on me, I'm too old for you, and I'm not worthy of you, I don't even know, well, find someone younger for yourself, or get yourself a boyfriend. They circle around you.

— No, I won't look for anyone, I only need you, I only love you, I don't know why this is happening to me, but I don't need anyone else.

I lay there, biting my lip and thinking. How strangely fate deals with us. She's younger than me by about six years, if not more, and looks like a complete child still, and with my lewd lesbian touches I'll ruin her completely. And what if her feelings for me weaken over time and fade away? Then she'll soberly assess her situation and hate me. And yet, she's a full adult and should be accountable for her actions. Well, and finally, as they say, you can't command the heart. Of course, she's not at all like the vulgar and lewd Olesya, there's a whole chasm between them, but still...

On the other hand, with her note and her confession, she had stirred my soul for good and now I felt drawn to this girl. Why not? After all, I can give her what she dreams of, and she's right here, in such tempting closeness.

I felt her hot breath on me and the scent of her aroused body attracted me more and more strongly, and finally I said:

— Calm down, I won't leave. You're a pure soul and I like you too. It's just that I got burned once in life and I don't want to step on the same rake again. Can I touch you?

— Has it really come true? — Olga whispered passionately — of course, I'm yours now, touch me and love me — and she leaned forward, offering me her young and smooth body.

I reached out my hand and with my fingertips slowly traced her cheek, descending down her neck, and placed my palm on her breast. The girl shuddered, responding with her whole body to my caress. She took a deep breath, her eyes sparkled, and her lips parted.

— Well, kiss me then — she whispered pleadingly and embraced my neck.

I pressed my lips to hers and penetrated with my tongue. Olga met it with hers and pressed against me. I placed my hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her little cave. I began moving them around her clitoris and a strong tremor began to shake her young body. The girl broke away from my lips and moaned passionately.

— Oh God! — she whispered — what happiness, come on, don't stop.

— Kristina, thank you. I haven't had anyone before you and I've never felt so good.