Gray square building of the University stands at the edge of the vast field of market tents panel concrete monument Sovdepiia. About his crushed violent waves Street Ice Heroes. Across the road from morning to late at night, like a whirlpool, bubbling bus. Minibus rolls gently to the asphalt wharf. I try to jump out first, otherwise you'll have to close the door, and here it is inevitable terrible cry of the driver: "Not closed!" or "According to the head itself so grohnu!"- Depending on obstoyatelstvam.Nizkoe porch - goof janitor with the same morning "ausvayskontrolem" - And I was in a dark lobby of the university. Jacket swollen from the rain and put on weight, it seems, a couple of kilos. Cloakroom, an old woman in large sunglasses with displeasure takes her: - And what is it you have such a hard, son - This vest - trying to make a joke ya.Smeyas (indeed, the old, that small - all the same), it presents? I nomerok.Nad aluminum elevators - strict inscription: "no more than 4 people!". The two elevators lined up several times more people than necessary. Because I wasted no time, going up the stairs. Second floor ... third ... On the site chtevertogo in thought, did not immediately turn around for calls "Hello!" I was having fun and defiantly looking pair of brown eyes sparkling. Nastya, proforg faculty, white-toothed smiles and coyly corrects recycled forceps dark volosy.- Hello, Nastya. - I intend to continue my put.- way, Roman, today we have the environment so ...- I remember! - Really I do not remember anything, but okay. - Editorial board - No, debut! We rehearse today in the auditorium - Mahmudov us his sgodnya 3 struck. - The girl giggled softly my zabyvchivosti.- OK, I will and I ran on - call was singing-poured on the floors, and Shcherbina late for a couple (and it is -. Guaranteed scolding if empty hotelos.Lektsii not somehow seem today tediously conventional. at the end on the philosophy and I did doze off, so that my friend could barely shook me a suspicious sidelong glance teacher. Write an outline I just was not able, moreover, that was nothing to do on sick leave this topic alone. Pending call brought a pencil on the desk "There were brutally killed while". Then he thought, and ster.Dazhe boring six weeks rehearsal "freshman debut" It seemed salvation. Finally - a call! In the elevator again all - I'll run headlong, yet the crowd near the locker rooms. Cloakroom trying so hard, that breaks the loop on the jacket. My "kindly quiet word" she had never heard, though, and does so already 8th raz.Pustoy auditorium is green velvet armchairs. At the forefront of our going "creative team". Nastya, standing at the music center, laughs and sends me abusive kiss. I sit in the empty chair, slightly offended. Still, she had me in anything does not set, it's seen! And there is only one time to see our shop steward, to understand how hard experience inattention on her part. To say that Anastasia beautiful - all the same that called Rembrandt artist, and Pushkin - a poet. And he and the other would spend liters of ink and paint to describe its perfection. It began after the rise of the beauty contest for 2 course. The shop steward its proposed public Dean, immediately has eyes for beauty. Approved the candidacy of Dean normal, Makhmudov, is widely known in narrow circles of red tape. And she, confuse the two head, plenty of watching their confrontation prodinamila superiors. But they were not vindictive people, and did not chase a girl with a responsible post, the more so with the social work she coped remarkably well, even managing to miraculously learn from "excellent", Play tennis twice a week and always stay in perfect nastroenii.Segodnya I probably did not specify a day. At least half of the members of my room did not come, so the rehearsal room could not take place at all. So I broken 2:00 had to sit in the 3 series and watch as the director of the mercenary infinite kolichesstvo times makes my classmates to go out and correct "skillfully" klanyatsya.Za windows, meanwhile, went dark. The light in the room grew more yellow, less natural. He became increasingly glances at his watch, and finally stopped the rehearsal, went to Nastya and said something to her. Immediately into the microphone, we hear the voice of our shop steward: - Thank you, guys. Now Evgeny must immediately leave, so will continue tomorrow. Relax as it should, and tomorrow to 3 hours to have been obschestvennnogo dean. - Her voice loudly and cheerfully as obychno.Interesno, it is generally able to get tired Soaked cap slips in my hands?. Sickening becomes the thought that now it is necessary to leave a light, warm and dry body in the muddy street, where, it seems, the rain will not end ever. Trying to somehow pull this moment, I am pushed into a chair and try not to make noise. I hear the guys diverge as it ceases its fun. Under the ceiling buzzing fluorescent lamps. The scene is dark and pensive as if resting, waiting for the next meropriyatiya.Nakonets silence. Now it's time to leave me, and that really will not notice and will be closed for the night - then I do not dokrichishsya not dokolotishsya. I get up from the chair. Suddenly, reproachful voice makes me shudder: - And you, Roma, probably going to spend the night here Nastya stood at Silenced tape?. Her dark eyes were condescending and mocking. And I looked at her, not looking up. Very much good was bound to Nastia her striped sweater. Short, it was harmoniously composed. From slender legs to the magnificent breasts and shoulders pouobnazhennyh - all this girl was delicious. And if you stretch the imagination ... It is interesting, by the way, look at the person to whom the fantasy here to anything. Amazingly friendly and open, Anastasia still never said a word, if she had a boyfriend. Although here and one look is enough ... I guess I too succumbed to the imagination. Later it turned out that I was looking at her in silence the whole Minto, even opened his mouth. From it is, of course, it did not escape. Nastia smiled, as if nothing had happened, said: - Take a minute and the tape went, we put it in the public dekanat.Muzykalny center was not heavy public - close, and carry out the orders of the shop steward was existent udovolstviem.Obschestvenny Deanery - a long, narrow little room, furnished with old furniture. I put the tape on the bookshelf and was about to leave, when became Nastya.- way, Roma, had forgotten. I'm going to give you your tape! About the cassette with the music for a dance number which dropped in the third rehearsal, I had already zabyt.- Now that she's here, on the cabinet. - With these words Anastasia climbed a chair and looked at the dusty bookcase, which once might have graced the big boss's office, and now quietly living out his century furniture zdes.- Here it nashla.Vnezapno ... she lost her balance on the high heels and waved her hands in the air, dropping the tape on the floor. I jumped to the chair, protecting her from falling. My hands suddenly grabbed me by the hips Nastya. "It is better to be impudent than to let the girl fall!" - This thought comforted me a little, as she occupied a stable position, turned to face me and jumped down. Jumping, it obperlas hands on my shoulders. Now, standing on the floor, she was in no hurry to remove their ruki.- Excuse me, please. - I said I thought krasneya.- No, you izvini.S these words Nastia clung passionate kiss on my lips. I had no choice but to embrace it - so firmly and gently, as I have only been able to. The scent of her hair dope, gentle touch carried away far, far away, hundreds of miles away from the cramped room, stuffed with rubbish, from the University of boring, from a contaminated metropolis on the banks of shallow rivers - above the clouds ... Anastasia, his eyes closed, continued to cover the hot kisses all my face. Her fingers in this time convulsive movements unbutton my shirt. I'm the one hand stroking her pleasant roundness of her ass, the other hand has long been her way under a sweater - a disturbingly smooth skin Nastya's chest. Behind the door, they heard voices and someone's idiotic smeh.- We must close the door! - I let the girl, grabbed the key from the table and hastily turned it into zamke.Obernuvshis, I could not believe my eyes. Anastasia sat on the polished desk For some 10 seconds before I turned away, she managed to pull off his sweater and jeans, was left in the lace silk panties. My mistress was so beautiful in her nakedness, seemed so sky-air, several long moments I just enjoyed a wonderful sight, not daring to touch this unearthly beauty. Noticing my hesitation, she beckoned me with a finger: - Come on, Rommie. Make me ... Going to schastlivvoy Nastya, I again fervently kissed her on the lips, but he did not dwell on them, and slid down - a chiseled, swan neck, a smooth elastic chest. Cherry licking nipples, I caught her sweet whisper-groan. My hand was behaving much bolder, penetrating under the damp cloth of her panties. I held his hand over his lips, then carefully brought his finger in the inner sanctum of the girl, feeling swelling bugorok.Nastya leaned forward and began to rhythmically move her hips: - Come on .. Take me ... I never give a reason girl to ask me twice. Throwing clothes, grab hold of the ass Nasty and slowly get into nee.- Ah-ah-ah .. - she abruptly screamed and tried me obnyat.My began to move: slowly at first, then - faster and faster. Nastia softly moaning, gdaza closed and his head thrown back. How wonderful - to adjust the tempo! As soon as I felt heavy and warm wave moving to the lower abdomen, as immediately slowed movement. And when the feeling passed, razgoyal girl to breakneck speed as the driver, squeeze out the full power of the locomotive. It's amazing - to see how the beat strong shock shudder sharp breast girl, hear her breathing change as a moan becomes voluptuous krik.Apofeoz occurred simultaneously. Feeling like a vagina Nasty impacted my dick, I increased the speed to the limit. The groans and outcries favorite merged into a single sound. She reached her hands up to my Lecha and squeezed them with all the force that was sposobna.Cherez few seconds it was all over. I drew her to him, and she opened her eyes, tightly pressed her cheek to my scheke.- Oh, dear, what will happen now! ..- Do not worry, Nastyonka, I love you, we will now be well vmeste.Vremya found I was not mistaken. We had a good many times. But this is very, very different story ...