About Sasha

I'm 22 years old and in my final year of college. Student life is wonderful, but unfortunately, it's short. A little more and the carefree student fun will end. Hello, adult life.

I live alone now; my parents have gone on a business trip to the States. They work together and collaborate with some American company.

I have a younger brother, Seryozha. He's been living separately for some time now. I won't go into details now; if you're interested, read the story "My New Little Sister 2." I'll just add that his name is now Sonya. He had breast augmentation surgery, takes pills, but I digress...

I

was returning home from the store with two huge bags. Why I bought so much, I don't know myself. I'll probably have to invite Natasha over again.

I was already approaching my house, just needed to cross the courtyard, when my bag couldn't handle the weight and burst at the most inopportune moment. At the bottom of the bag were apples, which instantly rolled in all directions.

— Oh, damn! What to do?! — I put the intact bag on the asphalt and started gathering the groceries. After collecting everything, I realized I had nowhere to put it all now.

A guy approached me.

— Need help? — he asked.

I hadn't heard him approach and gasped in surprise.

— Hi. I'll help! — the guy repeated.

But I know him, the guys often hang out here. The guy from the neighboring courtyard. Not bad. Cute. Probably around 18... — a series of thoughts flashed through my head.

— Of course, but my bag ripped, — I replied with a guilty smile.

— I have one somewhere... — and the guy pulled a crumpled bag from his back pocket.

— Of course, not everything will fit, but I'll help carry the rest.

— Thank you so much. What's your name? — I asked.

— Sasha — answered my helper.

And we started putting the spilled groceries into the bag.

Not everything fit, but Sasha held the burst bag by the bottom and we headed towards my entrance.

I asked Sasha where he studies and we started talking about his school. It turned out he's finishing it this year.

Sasha also asked me about something, but I don't remember what anymore.

We took the elevator up to my floor. I invited my savior into my home.

When I put the bags down and turned around to take the bag from Sasha, I saw a stain on his shirt. Probably a juice bag burst...

— Sasha, thank you so much for your help, but I'm not letting you go anywhere... Look at yourself. I'll quickly wash it and dry it with a hairdryer; everything will be fine in 20 minutes.

Sasha resisted, but I insisted.

I went to change, and told Sasha to take off his shirt and unpack the groceries onto the table.

I clearly liked the guy and decided to be a bit naughty... I put on a very short robe. My legs were wonderfully good, so I wasn't shy about it at all...

I entered the kitchen when Sasha had already laid out everything from the bags.

— Don't stare at me like that with your eyes! — I snapped Alexander out of his stupor.

— Give me the shirt and put everything in the fridge. You'll be the host for now. Yes, and turn on the kettle. — I commanded.

I quickly washed the shirt, luckily the juice was colorless. I hung the shirt on a hanger and started drying it with a hairdryer.

— Well, here I am, — I announced, returning to the kitchen.

The groceries were put away in the fridge, cups were set on the table, tea was ready.

— Sasha, where did you disappear to? Come have tea, — I called and sat on a chair.

My gentleman appeared instantly.

— Wow, what an apartment!? Huge — Sasha admired.

At one time, my parents bought an apartment nearby, but in the neighboring entrance, and combined them. It became 4 rooms and 2 bathrooms.

We drank tea and continued our conversation. I noticed Sasha glancing at me furtively. I felt he liked me, and as I already wrote, I found him attractive.

Soon it got completely dark and it was time to say goodbye...

Sash, come over sometime... — I invited the gentleman.

— Can I come tomorrow? — asked Sasha.

— Come. Just not too early, — I permitted.

— Goodbye, — my admirer ran down the stairs.

— Thank you! — I shouted after him...

I was sitting at the table writing another part of my thesis. It was already late evening when the intercom rang.

— Who is it? — I asked.

— It's Sasha, — a voice answered, — you remember...

— Ah! Yes, yes. Come in, of course — I was happy. At least I'll take a little break, my brain is melting from studying.

I opened the door, Sasha was already standing on the threshold.

— Hi! Oh! What happened to you? — I exclaimed. — Quickly come into the bathroom and undress, — I commanded.

Sasha was covered in blood, his nose was broken, blood was flowing from it.

I led Sasha to the bathroom and went for cotton wool and hydrogen peroxide.

Quickly returning, I found Sasha without a shirt, he was very handsome. An athletic build, strong arms revealed him as an athlete. I shoved cotton wool into Sasha's hand and told him to wait for me in the kitchen.

Before the blood dried, I soaked the shirt in cold water.

— Oh damn, — I completely forgot I hadn't had time to get dressed.

I was wearing shorts-panties and a top. Of course, this outfit emphasized all my assets and was even very erotic, but not for this occasion. I dashed into the room and threw on a robe.

I returned to the kitchen saying — I undressed you again.

Sasha had already tidied up his face and was sitting at the table, where he had set out cups for tea and such.

— What happened? — I began the questioning...

— Well, I was coming to you, and two guys started bothering me in the courtyard, the guys weren't around, but I handled it myself...

— I see. Does it hurt anywhere? — I asked.

— No, nowhere. I just have a weak nose, but otherwise I'm the strongest around here, — boasted Sashka.

— Good. I'll wash the shirt now. Sit for 5 minutes.

I ran to the bathroom to wash the shirt.

When I returned, Sasha said the bleeding had stopped and he felt great.

— Then I propose we drink to your miraculous recovery. I'll be right back. — and I went to my parents' bar.

— What will you have? Something stronger or... — I shouted from the room.

— Whatever you're having, — Sasha answered diplomatically.

I chose a bottle of good port and called Sasha into the room. It seemed cozier here.

— Spread the pillows from the sofa on the floor, and look for some movie on the shelf. I'll be right there, — I said and returned to the kitchen.

I washed a large plate of fruit, grabbed a corkscrew and glasses.

We poured the wine, settled comfortably on the pillows. A movie started on the screen...

The wine went well with the fruit. My body filled with warmth and relaxation.

I happily glanced at Sasha and caught his admiring looks at me.

— Still, I'm very scantily dressed; sitting on the floor, my robe covered absolutely nothing, — I thought, touching Sasha's bare shoulder with mine.

So we sat through the whole movie, I rested my head on my gentleman's shoulder,

and he gently hugged me.

The movie ended, the shirt dried, Sasha got ready to leave...

I went into the hallway to see the guest off.

We stood facing each other. From the wine I drank, I had an unusual lightness in my head. I really wanted to kiss Sasha. I was completely sure Sasha felt the same.

I closed my eyes and leaned slightly towards the boy. Our lips met, and I pressed against him.

My tongue let his tongue inside. I threw my head back. Sasha's arms hugged me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in our closeness. His palms moved smoothly down my back. He squeezed my waist firmly and more confidently.

His warm palms slowly moved towards my butt... and again a wave of languor washed over me, I barely had the strength to stand. I imagined how he felt my underwear, that only the thin fabric of the robe separated his hand from my body.

I felt Sasha's hands, already on my butt, continue moving downwards.

The robe ended. Barely touching my bare legs, Sasha's fingers paused slightly and his hand, pressing closer to my legs, moved upwards, holding and lifting the robe with it.

Suddenly a door slammed upstairs, and footsteps were heard.

Sasha's hands released me and we finally returned to reality.

— It's time for you to go, — that's probably what all girls say when they don't want to part, but have to...

We said goodbye, I kissed Sasha farewell, and ran home.

I didn't feel like doing homework at all. I sat on the chair in front of the desk and felt that my pussy was wet.

The arousal hadn't subsided yet and, mentally waving off my homework, I spread my legs.

I threw my right leg onto the table, slightly moving the books aside. I threw my left leg onto the armrest of the chair.

My left hand immediately slid down my body to the coveted little bud. My finger felt warmth and slid over the smoothly shaved pubic area into the crevice, where it immediately became wet.

As soon as I touched my clitoris, languor spread throughout my body. I leaned back in the chair and with my other hand grasped my nipple. My finger in my panties caressed my clitoris, periodically penetrating inside me.

I worked both hands so actively that, literally within a few minutes, my consciousness blurred and the brightest orgasm washed over me.

Probably several minutes passed before I opened my eyes.

My first thought was, — This is all Sasha, it was with him I had sex in my thoughts.

Licking my fingers, I moved to the sofa and began to think.

I often pleasure myself, I have many toys, but this time I didn't want anything. I was happy.

At the first opportunity, I'll have to drag Sasha to bed, let him lick me. I'll teach him to give me pleasure and as a reward, I'll satisfy him.

The next evening Sasha called, I was completely busy and we agreed to meet on Saturday evening in the city center to take a walk.

On Saturday afternoon I went to a beauty salon to a familiar stylist and got a new hairstyle and makeup.

In the evening we met with Sasha.

At first he didn't recognize me, and when I called out to him, he gave me a gorgeous lily and showered me with compliments.

He said the new hairstyle really suited me, that I have amazing eyes, a beautiful dress...

We walked holding hands through squares and parks.

The evening was coming to an end, it