All normal children move out of their parents ' homes, and it was only my parents who moved out, leaving me a two-room apartment in the city center. Mom and dad always liked the southern climate better, they found a great house by the sea, and left me this housing, "for growth", so to speak. Perhaps they hoped it would make me finally get my head together at the age of twenty-five and start looking for a life partner and at least some kind of job. Yeah, well, they ran away! A life partner? With my "ability" to communicate with girls (I learned to make, back and sweat perfectly), I will be able to find a rubber friend at most, and even then it is questionable - to do this, you need to go to a sex shop or arrange a parcel for yourself on a site with intimate goods, which I definitely don't have the courage to do.
Well, as for the means of subsistence - I literally immediately began to plan how I would start renting out a second room and live without denying myself anything. I was beginning to get tired of asking my parents for money, even if they were very well off. In fact, renting out a room was hardly a living wage, but it was certainly better than calling my dad again to ask for help.
After posting the ad online, I decided to go for a walk, get some fresh air. The park near the house was sparsely populated as usual, everyone preferred to go to the newly renovated square two blocks away. After calmly reading a couple of chapters of my favorite author on a bench, I closed the book and idly watched the people strolling along the paths. My attention was drawn to a young couple who were making out near the fountain. It seems that, given my completely absent personal life, such a picture should annoy me, but on the contrary, it was very pleasant for me to watch how other people love each other. The guy gently kissed the girl, hugging her, and she, in turn, stroked his thighs and stomach. Such a cute couple! I sighed.
It was getting late, so I went home. I took the elevator to my apartment on the ninth floor, and a neighbor, a grandmother of about seventy, was just coming out of the opposite apartment. She carried a table lamp in one hand and rolled a suitcase on wheels with the other. I remembered that there was a small truck downstairs where movers were taking things. Are the neighbors moving out? I wonder who will move into the apartment across the street instead of them?
With these thoughts, I went to my room, undressed and slightly jerked off to random porn on the main page of a popular site, although usually before the process I search for a long time for my favorite queries "deep blowjob "and"facial cum". Then he flopped down on the bed, thinking again of the couple in the park... How sweetly they kissed! I wish I could do that! But even thinking about it made my stomach churn and sent shivers down my spine. I took a deep breath and fell into a dreamless sleep. And in the morning I woke up to the doorbell ringing.
"Who could it be?" I thought, rubbing my eyes and trying to find my slippers under the bed. I was definitely not expecting anyone, maybe something happened, a flood or some other trouble? Mentally attuned to dealing with problems early in the morning, I went out to the dressing room and stared through the peephole. Two pretty girls of about eighteen were standing outside the door, one of them holding a bundle of some sort. "Maybe something fell from my balcony and they brought it to them"? I thought. I hadn't seen the two of them in the entryway before, probably recently moved in.
When the door opened, the girls gave me genuine smiles.
- Hello, and we are your new neighbors across the street! My things just arrived. Here, we decided to meet you! Don't think about it, we are not empty-handed!
It turned out that they were not holding a package at all, but a box with a cake in it, and it was hard to see through the peephole.
"W - well, come on in... Only my place isn't tidy!
"It's nothing! We're awful slobs ourselves! "and the girls easily got into my bachelor quarters." Although what a bachelor, why am I kidding myself-the girls came to my virgin's den.
- By the way, my name is Lisa! - cheerfully said a red-haired neighbor with two ponytails, braided with colorful elastic bands.
- And I'm Olya! the curly-haired blonde exclaimed.
- Arkasha... I murmured, and shook the girls ' small hands. The guests were dressed more than frivolously - Olya in a loose top and short denim shorts, and Lisa in an even more revealing skirt and T-shirt with a cleavage that drowned the eye. I carefully averted my eyes, but my attention was constantly caught by the shameless girls ' bare legs, or their cute smiles. The girls sat down on the sofa-Olya took a free pose, since she was in shorts, but Lisa had to sit down carefully so as not to show me too much. The neighbors put the cake on the table next to the sofa and kept glaring at me, whispering in my ear.
- Arkady, how do you feel about neighborhood services?
"At... what?" I gasped.
-- Well, yes... Well, there, for example, we will run out of salt and we will come to you... Or sugar... Or, let's say we want to give a blowjob...
-- What??! "I couldn't believe it. This is clearly some kind of prank! The girls looked at me in silence, smiling amiably, as if I'd just heard them.
-- What are you talking about?" I whispered in sweet horror.
- what? the girls ' cheeks turned red. "We're talking about salt or sugar... If suddenly... They will end... Can I ask you?"
-- Ahh... Err... Yes, of course... "then it suddenly occurred to me that I should make some tea to go with the cake. Yes, and the confectionery product itself should be cut... I picked it up from the table with trembling hands and rushed into the kitchen, trying to convince myself that I had imagined it. Yeah, and did you see their pink cheeks? Or maybe it's all a dream?
I pinched myself sharply and winced in pain. It's not like I'm dreaming. After slicing the cake and putting the kettle on to boil, I returned to the living room. The girls sat looking bored - Liza was adjusting her skirt, and Olya was twirling her lovely blonde head. We need to entertain them somehow! But how?
Then Olga looked directly at me and suddenly whispered with her lips "Minetik..." Then she touched her index finger to her lips and licked it gently, smiling at me. What's going on here?
"P-p-listen, Olya... If this is some kind of hoax... Stop it, me... I don't...
"What do you mean, Arkady?" Olya frowned, pretending not to understand.
Gathering my strength, I muttered nervously:
-- You just mouthed the word 'blowjob'!" Literally right now! And then... then... they licked it...
