That's what love is like!
Good day to everyone reading! Everything written in this story actually happened! Naturally, all names have been changed, but the city names will be real!
First, a little about myself! My name is Anton. I was born in the Republic of Uzbekistan in the city of Tashkent. By nationality, I am, of course, Russian. I graduated from the Tashkent College of Informatics and Computing Technology, and after receiving my diploma, I worked for the largest organization in Uzbekistan. In an airline, specifically the Main Agency of Air Communications of the National Airline. In 2002, I moved to Russia, to a city called Kursk. I now work for one of the major trading
companies in the Kursk region (I think you understand I won't say the name). We'll skip all the extra years and start from the end of 2005. Around November 2005.While working at the modern and only factory of its kind in the Kursk region (meaning in terms of what it produces), I met a girl. Her name was Tatyana. We became good friends. One day at the end of October, we agreed to meet and sit in a cafe. By that time, I had already transferred from the factory to another division. But during another phone call, she said to me:
— Antosh! I've arranged to meet my friend here! If you want, come over!
— Of course, I'll come! At the same place we agreed to meet?
— Yes, of course! The meeting place cannot be changed! — Tanya said with a laugh.
When I saw her friend, I didn't pay much attention to her at first. Her name was Anya. Anya wore glasses, but her figure was just right. After sitting in the cafe for a bit, we decided to move to a small restaurant not far from where we were sitting. By the end of the evening, Anya and I were already hugging and kissing fully. Closer to midnight, I put my acquaintance in a taxi and sent her home, and Anya and I got into another taxi, and I went to see her home. While we were driving, it turned out that we were born in the same year and that she had a daughter from her first marriage. At that time, due to the alcohol that had gone to my head, Anya seemed beautiful to me. After walking her to the entrance and kissing her goodbye, we agreed to meet again. A few days passed, and after finishing work, I called her and suggested we meet. We met for a decent amount of time like that. After the New Year, around the end of January 2006, we met once again. That evening, she told me she wanted to make love with me! (You'll say, what a fool. Couldn't figure out she wanted to make love! But Anya was the kind of girl who never showed her desires). I certainly didn't expect such a turn of events. Literally in a few days, my parents were supposed to go to relatives, and under the pretext of not feeling well, I stayed home. When they left, I immediately called Anya and suggested we spend some time alone at my place. Anya agreed right away and was at my place literally within half an hour. In that half hour, I managed to run to the store and set the table.
As always, we sat at the table and discussed what had happened and what was bothering each of us during the time we hadn't seen each other! I want to say that during our communication, I really liked Anya, and when she took off her glasses, she became very beautiful. From the alcohol she drank, she got a little tipsy, but we both knew we wanted each other.
When I started caressing her face with my kisses, everything was wonderful. Anya responded to my caresses. A moment later, the clasp of her bra, felt through her blouse, was undone, and my other hand gently caressed her small breasts and her cute nipples. But when my other hand went to her cherished place between her legs, Anya, blushing with embarrassment, asked me not to go there. After waiting a bit, I decided to try a different approach. We were sitting on the sofa, and starting with kisses on her lips, I gradually moved to her cute breasts and nipples. Gradually descending to her stomach, I carefully unbuttoned her jeans and began to pull off her jeans and panties, but then she blushed with embarrassment again! But now, reluctantly, she held onto the last two items on her body. Those jeans and her panties. When I managed to pull them off, without thinking long, I gently kissed her neatly shaved pubic area. Here, Anya completely gave in, and my persistence won. Anya moved closer to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs.
And, oh my God! What beauty it was! The neatly shaved pussy just beckoned. I immediately wanted to kiss her pussy. And in an instant, I pressed my lips to her pussy, from which came a pleasant and enticing smell. With my tongue, I began to explore every fold of her pussy. My bold tongue penetrated the depths of her pussy, caressing her clitoris and trying to penetrate deeper into her vagina. From all this, Anya became very aroused, and soon I felt a wave of trembling roll through her body, and her pussy began to suck in my tongue. The moisture of love flowed from her pussy, and I greedily began to lick up this moisture. After I licked up the last drop of love juice, I kissed Anya on the lips.
— I want to feel you inside me! — Anya said to me almost inaudibly.
She didn't have to make me wait long. I started undressing, and Anyuta helped me with it. When we were both naked, Anya lay on her back and spread her cute legs. My gaze was once again presented with her sweet pussy. Unable to resist, I again pressed my lips to her pussy. Everything started from the beginning. But this time, not as long as the first. Gradually, I began to move my kisses up her body, not missing a single millimeter of her tender body. Reaching her lips, I kissed her.
— Come on, darling! I want you, sunshine! — Anya murmured in my ear.
And without waiting for my actions, she took my friend and pulled him to meet her little pussy. Her pussy had long been all wet from the desire to feel my friend inside her, and so he penetrated her very easily. The walls of her vagina gently enveloped and squeezed my friend. I started with slow movements, gradually increasing the pace, periodically entering her to the limit and reaching her womb. Such pleasure lasted about five minutes. After which we came simultaneously. After lying on the sofa for a bit and thanking each other with kisses, we went to the bathroom to cool off a bit and wash away the remnants of our love. Deciding to give each other a break, we took the wine and went to the kitchen to smoke.
In the kitchen, I started caressing her again. Gently kissing her tender neck and gently sucking on the lobes of her lovely ears. Anya, in turn, gently caressed my friend with her hand. Because of which he very quickly became combat-ready. Not letting Anya finish her cigarette, I put out mine and hers and pulled her to the sofa. There, we again indulged in caresses and our love games. After about fifteen minutes, we went to the bathroom again, but this time separately. When I came out of the bathroom, Anya was standing by the computer, listening to music and switching from one track to another. I came up behind her and gently hugged her. Again caressing her lovely neck and back. From all this, my friend rose again! Anya felt it with her cute and firm butt and pulled me to the sofa. We spent about two more hours like that. Giving each other a break for only about ten minutes. And even then, just to take a shower and smoke. Afterward, we got dressed, and I went to see her home. On the way, I got into a chattering mood, and Anya couldn't calm me down. She wanted me to be quiet for a bit.
Some time later, in early February, I suggested we spend the night together in a hotel. When she told her mom that she would be spending the night with me in a hotel, her mom, to our mutual surprise, suggested that we not go to a hotel! But spend the night at their place. Anya's parents had long been divorced and lived separately. Anya has a younger brother. We met after work and, after buying wine and some food, went to Anya's home. At home, she quickly prepared dinner for us, and we had dinner together. After meeting her brother, the three of us drank to our acquaintance. Closer to 10 p.m., Anya pulled me into her room. We undressed and got into bed. That night was the most beautiful in my life. By morning, closer to five a.m., exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Soon after, Anya and I had a falling out, but by the end of July 2006, we made up again. We are both glad that we are communicating again, but our relationship will never be the same again. Now we will always only be friends.
P. S. I told this story so that young guys, and not only them, would understand that a girl's beauty is not only on the outside (i.e., physical beauty), but also on the inside (inner beauty). Inner beauty. Physical beauty comes and goes, but inner beauty remains unchanged. Girls, I would like to ask you just one thing. If you see that your boyfriend is very jealous, but he's doing it for no reason! Just tell him everything as it is. My relationship with Anya ended over a trifle. She didn't answer calls, and I started getting jealous like a fool. In the end, she didn't want to tell me where she had been. We broke up, but in the end, she did tell me where she had been. It turned out to be very simple. She went with her father to the village to her grandmother to visit her little daughter, and she left her phone at home because it doesn't work there, in the village. Now I am alone and, most likely, will always be alone. Unless, of course, Anya wants to resume our relationship. Love at first sight does exist, and fate, as always, toys with us.