This story happened a few years ago, when I was studying at the institute. Despite the fact that quite a long time has passed, all the details of that evening are still preserved in my memory so clearly that sometimes, when I think about it, it seems to me that all this did not even happen yesterday, but just a few hours ago. At such moments, I return to that night, in which I experienced such excitement, which I have never experienced before or since.
My student years have always been the most fun and carefree. And it's not surprising - yesterday's schoolchildren, having escaped from the care of parents and teachers, gain independence and finally get the opportunity to do what they like (that is, partying and sex). And the burden of family and children has been absent for some time. That's how I was - on my very first evening in the college dorm, I got drunk "for getting to know" my roommates so much that after that, a liter of vodka drunk at a graduation party with four friends at school seemed like a mouse dose to me (and at graduation I passed out half an hour later). After that, there was a continuous series of drunks, parties, friends, discos and girlfriends, most of whom did not leave anything in my memory that I would like to remember. I managed to sleep with several of them, but neither I nor any of them had any special feelings.
It's been more than three years. I was already in my fourth year, and after looking at the seniors, I began to think about the future. My technical education gave me a chance to get a well-paying job at a computer company. However, it was necessary to gain experience for this. On this basis, I became close and friends with a guy from our course (let's call him Sergey). His father was the chief engineer at a refrigerator factory, and Sergey had almost unlimited access to computers even before college, and already in his first year he began to participate in the development of the software used at the factory. During his studies, he consulted with me a couple of times on issues that I understood better than others. And when he came up to me with some kind of problem again, I asked him if I could also participate in the work on the program (without payment, of course). He promised to find out, and after a couple of days he invited me to come to the factory after studying. That's how I started my production practice. My participation turned out to be useful, and, gradually becoming involved, I began to disappear into the factory all my free time from studying. Sergey worked with me, we gradually became friends and began to spend more than just working hours together. One day he invited me to his house for his birthday. That's where I met his sister Nastya, and in a very romantic way. Sergey lived alone, renting a guest house. His parents congratulated him and quickly left to get in her way, so the party became purely youth-oriented. Naturally, the youth staged erotic games. One of them was like this - the guy was blindfolded (and his hands were not loosened), and the girl who volunteered had to kiss him.
Then the eyes were untied, and the guy had to identify who was kissing him and get another kiss.
The first three "contestants" received a light kiss on the lips, and only one of them guessed. It was my turn. And so, sitting blindfolded and with my hands, I look forward to the touch of a girl's lips. Someone gently puts his hand on my right shoulder, I feel someone's breath on my cheek, and now someone's lips are gently touching mine. Of course, this isn't the first time I've kissed, but it's the first time a kiss makes such a strong impression on me that I forget where I am. I open my mouth and touch the girl's lips with my tongue. Since my mouth is busy, I breathe through my nose and feel her scent perfectly, realizing with surprise that I like it no less than touching her lips. The kiss continues and now the girl also opens her mouth, her tongue meets mine, and we are already kissing for real. Her left hand, which she uses to rest on my right shoulder, begins to move, and she wraps her arms around my neck and presses closer to me. I can already feel the touch of her breasts through my shirt and her blouse. She seems to be unable to stay on her feet anymore, gently sits on my lap, and now, in order not to fall, she hugs me with both arms. Pressed against a chair by two stunningly soft mounds, caressed by hands, lips and tongue, feeling her ass on my lap, I couldn't help but react in a natural way for a young guy. She couldn't help but feel it, but she didn't pull away.
However, it seems that we both forgot that this is not happening in an empty room. We were brought back to reality by the surprised and admiring shouts of the audience around us. However, not everyone was happy with the show. To my surprise, I distinctly heard Sergei say with obvious disapproval: "Don't get carried away." At the time, I didn't understand who his phrase was referring to, taking it personally. I was a little confused for a few seconds, and the girl opened her arms and slid off my lap. While my hands were untied and the blindfold was removed from my eyes, I was fidgeting in my chair, trying to hide and knock down my erection. Nevertheless, I think a lot of people noticed it, because I was wearing only trousers and a white shirt tucked into them. When my eyes were finally free, I started looking around, tried to get up, but then someone told me to sit down and not try to approach anyone, because the previous participant recognized the girl who kissed him by the smell of perfume. I said it wasn't fair and everyone should be on equal terms, but they told me not to worry, because I'd already been hurt a lot more than the others. Then I started looking for my girlfriend, hoping that she would give herself away in some way. However, this did not lead me anywhere - the girls either smiled mysteriously or did not react at all to my gaze. I turned my head around a few times, and then my gaze fell on Sergei. Remembering what he had said, I suddenly realized that he might not have been addressing me. I turned my head to the window, where the girl he had introduced to me earlier in the evening, his younger sister Nastya, was standing. She seemed to be looking past me, but when I saw her smile, I no longer doubted it. I held out my hand towards her and beckoned with my finger. The reaction of the audience finally convinced me - I guessed right. She came up to me with a smile, I got up from my chair, gently hugged her, and our lips joined again.
Our second kiss wasn't as long and sweet as the first, probably because my eyes were open and I could see Sergei. I felt a little uncomfortable kissing my friend's sister in front of him. However, he no longer objected.
After stopping the kiss, Nastya and I pulled away from each other. I held her hand, at a loss because I didn't even have time to think about what I should do next. Should I let her go and go to my seat to rejoin the audience? Or take her with him? What if she doesn't want to come with me? We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, until I caught myself thinking that the pause was getting longer, and I was no longer thinking about what to say, but just studying Nastya's appearance for the first time that evening. I must say that during our acquaintance at the beginning of the evening, she did not make any impression on me. I wouldn't pay attention to a girl like that on the street. She was of average height, neither thin nor overweight, pretty but not exactly beautiful, her hair was neither long nor short, her eyes were neither dark nor light, and her nose was medium-nothing remarkable.
Nastya herself distracted me from these thoughts, pulling my hand with the words:
- Let's go to the window.
"Let's go," I agreed.
Those were the first words we said to each other all evening. We have cleared the center of the room where the contest was held. It was the birthday boy's turn to take a seat on the chair. As he passed me, he jokingly punched me in the side with his fist. I realized that he wasn't mad at me, but rather pleased that his sister liked me. Putting my arm around Nastya's waist, I followed her to the window. She turned to me and asked with a smile:
- Did you like it?
- You bet! - I smiled back, - anyone would like it.
While we were chatting sweetly, I watched out of the corner of my eye what was happening in the center of the room. A girl I didn't know in a miniskirt and a semi-transparent blouse, through which the bra was clearly visible, jumped up to Sergei, without the slightest ceremony sat astride his lap, facing him, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him and bit into him with her lips. Just a couple of seconds later, she pulled away from Sergei, jumped off his lap and quickly returned to her seat. Sergey guessed it the fastest:
"Olga, are you there?", he won the applause and received a second kiss, much longer.
The party continued. I danced with Nastya, who I liked more and more, Sergei danced with Olga, whom I also looked at. I must say that outwardly, compared to Nastya, she looked much more spectacular. Slender, long-legged, with a well-defined waist and chest, with a beautiful, regular face decorated with immaculately made-up, she finally conquered with magnificent blonde hair (nothing makes a woman more beautiful than hydrogen peroxide). In one of the intervals between the dances, I asked Sergei where he had picked up such a friend. It turned out that Olga was not exactly his friend, they had never even kissed before tonight. He whispered to me in confidence that she had hinted that she would stay with him all night.
By midnight, the guests began to disperse. After seeing the last couple off to a taxi, Sergey and I smoked on the stairs. I asked:
"Do you mind if I'm with your sister?"
"Not really. By the way, if you want, stay the night at my place. The four of us are more fun.
"Isn't Nastya going home?" I was surprised.
- no. She drank, and the rodaks can't stand it. Why the hell did I invite her? I'd stay at home. Now I don't know what to do with Olga. So are you staying?
- of course. And where will I sleep?
- We'll figure it out there.
I realized that I was getting aroused. Sergei's room was small, and, as I understood it, he slept on a sofa that could be spread out.
There are not enough beds on the floor for three people, two people will have to sleep together. When we returned to the empty apartment, where only Olga and Nastya remained, we found them sitting at a table opposite each other and talking about something. Olga looked at us with a sly smile:
