WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
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I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s).
All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality...
Now, if you only came here to find a story to turn you on, or help you masturbate, then, in spite of the fact that it contains some very explicit scenes, I'm afraid that it isn't going to help you reach your goal.
She's blond, blue eyed, really well designed lips, making me have very naughty thoughts, wearing a pair of glasses, but only when she reads or writes, medium height, as I've seen when she has entered the hall...
We are at the Popular University, at the classes of Polish language.
I have enrolled, since, last summer, I've met a Polish girl, who, unfortunately, knew nothing but Polish and Russian.
Unfortunately, I can only whistle in Polish or Russian, so that we have had permanently needed her friend to be with us, since she - the friend - was speaking some English...
The professor keeps on explaining to us some grammar differences between Romanian and Polish.
As an example, "what is this?", in Romanian, would sound: "what is this?", but in Polish, you should say "what this is?"...
Meanwhile, I keep on looking at this blond girl, until she, somehow, feels my prying eyes and gives me a glance...
I'm sure, by now, that she has noted my presence, but I can also sense her determination to focus on what the professor is talking about...
In my mind, I'm working hard, since I can bet that the first questions of this girl, in case she lets me talk to her, will be connected to why I have chosen to come and study Polish...
It's easy - the legend is that I have met, at the sea side, some Polish guys who have promised that they will come, again, next summer, and, since from the group, there were only two speaking anything else than Polish and Russian, I was intending to work a little, to smooth the things between us...
After two hours, the professor stops, asking us if we do have any questions.
Of course there are some people over there, asking some stupid questions, one more stupid than the other, making the audience burst into laughter, then the professor lets us go home...
The girl systematically puts her things inside the rather large purse, then looks for a flash of a second towards me, making sure that I'm still there, stands up, and leaves towards the exit...
I take care. I'm only two or three steps behind her.
After the crowd spreads away, I rush a little, reaching beside her:
"Hi, I introduce myself. How did you find this first class?"
"... Err, hi, I'm Kylie, and... why do you ask?"
So, she's somewhat passive - aggressive...
"In fact, since you've told me your name, I really don't care to know what you think about the Polish lesson"...
I can see that my very blunt answer makes her smile...
She continues:
"Then, what do you want to know?"
Since it seems that she's enjoyed my bluntness, I continue in the same style:
"I want to know if you find me as attractive as I find you, or, better said, if you can alter your schedule for this evening, so that we can go and have some coffee, or a beer, or something together"...
She stops, looks at me, somewhat measuring me from head to toe, then answers to me:
"... Yes, but only if you consider this as being a meeting between two colleagues, and, we both pay for what we drink"...
Fair enough, and, also, a good start.
We enter a nearby restaurant, where I order a brandy for me, and she orders a glass of white wine for herself.
She's an engineer, and she's supposed to go, the following summer, for some business in Poland, so that she wants to be able to understand, at least a little of what the guys over there will be discussing...
I start laughing.
"Kylie, you need to study the bloody language for at least three years before being really able to reach your goal!"
She laughs back at me:
"Well, the little secret is that I have studied, for more than eight years, Russian!"...
Since I don't have any clues about it, I just smile:
"I give up!"
She sips from her glass, after saying cheers, then, looking deep into my eyes, tells me:
"Anyway, I'm sure that you haven't invited me here, or else, due to my language skills"...
She's perfectly right!
I confirm.
She's married, with no children yet, and her husband is far away, in Moscow, sent by the enterprise where he works.
I am, of course, a bit unbalanced, so that she continues, asking me about my marital status, if I have a girlfriend, if I live alone, and so on...
After finding out that I do have my place, my music, she simply and very directly explains to me that first we need to reach her place, since she has to take off the handle of the phone from the cradle, so that if her husband calls, the telephone operator will tell him that the phone is out of order...
I insist to take a taxi, go to her place, then wait for ten minutes or so, inside the car, since I don't want her neighbors to see me, then we go at my place...
She inspects my musical catalogs, then asks me to put something that won't make us bother too often with changing the records, tapes, whatever, then excuses herself and goes to the bathroom.
She explains to me that she hasn't had sex since her hubby has gone away, three months ago, and that, anyway, she's only married him due to his connections.
