Locked in Together
It was a warm June day, and the sun wasn't hiding behind clouds but simply stood at its zenith, delighting everyone with its warmth. The flowers were fragrant, and the birds, as always, were chirping, hiding in the treetops. The weather was perfect for strolling, especially on City Day, when you don't want to think about studies or the problems of finding a summer job.
Today, he had clearly decided to relax and simply spend time with his girlfriend in the company of friends. Still lying in bed and thinking about what exactly to do, he didn't immediately hear his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Then he came to his senses, was slightly surprised, but immediately remembered that he had set the phone to vibrate himself,
to get some sleep. Picking up the phone, he saw the distorted face of his friend and smiled once again, remembering the circumstances under which that photo was taken."Hey, Kolyan," he answered into the phone. "Why are you calling so early?"
"Hi, Lekha, have you gone completely crazy? It's already noon on the clock, stop sleeping, you can catch up on sleep during lectures at the university later," he quipped.
Alexey finally glanced at the clock, and indeed it was noon: "Wow, I slept a lot," he thought. At that moment, Kolya continued.
"Lekh, let's go to the park today. I met a girl here, wanted to introduce her to my best friend, and also introduce her to your Mashka."
Lekha remembered his Mashka. She was a somewhat shy girl and didn't really like excessive, unexpected outings or adventurous gatherings with the guys. So, in Alexey's opinion, the received offer was a great chance to spend a calm time with her, and also with his friend, whom Mashka knew and was the only one of all Lekha's friends for whom she felt any respect. And, of course, Kolya's new acquaintance piqued his interest because if he decided to introduce her to a friend, it meant the girl was something special and he was showing her off.
"Ah, sorry, I was lost in thought. Yeah, let's go to the park, show me your new, or rather, your latest doll," joked Lekha, though he understood there was a lot of truth in that joke. "Let's meet at 5 near the park entrance, you know, on our lucky bench."
Both laughed, remembering how much had been drunk on that bench and how many girls had been discussed.
"I thought you'd forgotten about it with your love," replied Kolya. "Maybe earlier?"
"Nooo, earlier is no good, you understand that 'WE' will need to get ready," Lekha emphasized the pronoun as clearly as possible, knowing how Mashka disliked sudden suggestions to go out.
"Okay, five it is, don't be late. See you."
Hanging up, Lekha got out of bed, looked down, and once again realized it was time to live with his girlfriend because the morning erection was bothering him. He went, took a shower, returned to the room, took his phone, called Mashka, and outlined the whole situation. Maria, without hesitation, agreed because, firstly, she was fine with the proposed company of Nikolai and his girl, combined with a walk in the park; secondly, she was still a girl, and female curiosity to see and later discuss Nikolai's girl also appealed to her.
Lekha went to have breakfast and sat down at the computer. He had a couple of hours and immersed himself in the virtual world of online games. After completing another mission, he glanced at the clock and realized it was time to leave. He knew he would still have to wait for Mashka for at least another 10 minutes at the entrance, but... "C'est la vie." He pulled on his jeans and put on a stretchy T-shirt. Fortunately, he had been accustomed to sports since childhood and looked athletic. Lesha wasn't overly muscular, just kept himself in shape, exercising now for himself, maintaining his form.
He approached her house exactly at 16:30, rang the intercom, and her mom answered. Lesha said it was him and he was waiting for Masha, to which he received the expected reply that she was just about to come out. Lyubov Sergeevna offered him to come in, but he understood that would mean about 10 minutes of answering various questions about studies, where they were going and with whom, and he didn't want that, so he politely declined, saying he would get some fresh air and wait for Masha outside.
After scrolling through all the news on his VKontakte and scoring 4 unanswered goals against Real Madrid on his phone, he glanced at the clock—15 minutes had passed. Lekha cursed, realizing they would definitely be late now. He was about to call when Maria fluttered out onto the street. He stood up and kissed her on the lips; she pressed against him, returning the kiss. Lesha couldn't even answer himself what attracted him to her. No, she was a beautiful girl with a slender figure, long hair down to the dimples above her butt (though only he knew about them because "WE" didn't dress like that in public), with perky breasts. Undoubtedly, she was beautiful and he liked her, but her modest character slightly irritated him. Despite this, seeing her each time and feeling her press against him, he melted again from that charm. The charm that every woman possesses, the charm passed down from "mythical sirens," because it's impossible to explain otherwise.
She took his arm, and they headed to the bus stop, chatting about studies, plans for the holidays. A couple of times, Mashka asked about Nikolai's girl, but Lesha couldn't answer because it was a surprise for him too. Approaching the stop, they jumped on the arriving bus. Lesha leaned against the window, and Mashka pressed against him, chattering in his ear. He didn't hear what she was saying because at that second, all his thoughts were down below, as feeling Mashka with his body, he also felt his cock swelling with desire.
They got off near the park entrance and headed towards the central alley. Letting Mashka go ahead, Lesha slightly adjusted his cock with his hand so it wouldn't create such a visible bulge on his jeans, glanced at his watch—they were 15 minutes late. Approaching the meeting spot, Lekha saw his friend and a girl standing with her back turned.
"Hey, Lesh," Kolya extended his hand and shook it firmly, greeted Masha, and added, "This is Nastya."
Nastya turned around just then. She embodied the desire of many men; while they were waiting for Lesha and Masha, at least a dozen guys had mentally undressed and pleasured her in their fantasies. Nastya was a gorgeous brunette, not tall, with tanned skin, bottomless green eyes, and a stunning smile.
"Hi everyone," she said with a smile, kissed Masha on the cheek, which made her even blush, and extended her little hand to Lesha.
"Well, shall we go?" uttered Nastya, once again triumphing over a conquered man. "We've been waiting for you here already."
"Yeah, of course, let's go," replied Lekha, slightly letting the girls go ahead. He turned to Kolya and gave a thumbs up.
Nastya immediately started chattering with Mashka about some nonsense, distracting her from jealousy towards Lesha, which the latter was clearly glad about. Lekha and Kolya walked slightly behind, and Kolya quietly let his friend know that the girl he brought was simply a bombshell, describing it with a few gestures and explicit words, and that he regretted Lekha was now a family man. They both subconsciously remembered their hangouts with friends, which often ended in orgies or at least mass paired sex that filled the entire apartment with a unified cry and moan, sometimes even the neighboring one, to the point that once they had to explain themselves to the police.
They diluted the female gossip with their presence and simply strolled, enjoying the beautiful summer day, the smell of greenery, the cool ice cream. Seeing a shooting gallery, the guys decided to show off in front of the girls. It worked out, though, only for Lesha; he won a big toy for Masha, then shot enough for a small one and, so no one would be offended, gave it to Nastya. Masha was slightly jealous but didn't show it, while Nastya was flattered by such attention.
They walked further along the row of attractions. Kolya apologized to his friends and said he needed to step away for a moment. The guys sat on a free bench, quite surprised it wasn't taken. After about 5 minutes, Nastya had an idea; she suggested riding the Ferris wheel. Lekha, always up for anything, agreed and headed to the ticket booth, but Masha stopped him, saying she didn't really like that ride and that she was a bit tired already and just wanted to sit. She asked Lesha to buy her a drink in the meantime. Lesha went to the café and returned about three minutes later with a bottle of cold tea and two ride tickets. He handed the bottle to Masha and the tickets to Nastya, saying there was no line and he got them for her and Kolyan.
Nikolai, who had returned, apologized for being gone so long, but nobody really minded. Nastya gave him the tickets, but Kolya was stunned. Nastya furrowed her brows and put her hands on her hips: "Yeah, what's wrong with you?" she asked questioningly and offendedly.
"Nast, I'm afraid of heights." This revelation was a shock even for Alexey, his best friend, though there's nothing particularly surprising about it; they hadn't climbed mountains or ridden the Ferris wheel together before, so this issue simply hadn't come up.
Nastya was terribly upset and ready to tear up both tickets, but Masha took pity, in a womanly way, remembering how something had upset her in life.
"Lesh, go for a ride with Nastya, I feel sorry for her," chirped Masha.
"Sorry? I'll show you sorry, you insecure bitch," thought Nastya, only flashing her eyes.
The guys headed to the Ferris wheel. Nastya walked, swaying her ass in front of Lesha, and understood that besides Lekha devouring her with his eyes, Mashka also saw how she was behaving somewhat lustfully with her boyfriend. Getting into the cabin, they started going around. Nastya flirted with Lesha; she saw his interest in her person, and she wasn't against it herself, especially knowing that Lesha was the same as Kolya and that what connected her with Kolya was just quality sex, though for cover they presented themselves as a couple.
Nastya took out her phone and asked Lesha to take some photos of her. Lesha was only too happy; firstly, it promised pleasant views of her face and body, which he could even choose himself, and secondly, he needed to distract himself because his cock was clearly itching and barely fit in his underwear.
Oooh, what wonderful shots they were. Nastya showed herself from the best side, demonstrating all the "bad girl" that lived within her. She propped up her breasts with her elbows to make them stand out more; she licked and bit her lower lip, looking straight into Alexey's eyes; like a naive girl, she licked her finger while pointing into the distance with another, as if surprised by something. Alexey endured like a true gentleman, though he was ready to just rape her right there, despite his girlfriend below, though what restrained him more was that Nastya was his friend's girl.
The wheel had gone a little over halfway and was at the very top, starting to descend slightly. Lesha stood up to take a shot from above to capture the city panorama. Focusing the image, he pressed the button. At that moment, the cabin jerked sharply, and by the laws of physics, Lesha flew forward, only at the last moment bracing against the glass with his palm and immediately feeling Nastya's hand press against his swollen cock. Nastya didn't even have time to understand what happened because her consciousness was distracted by what her delicate hand had touched. Lesha stepped back from the glass, looked at Nastya:
"Are you okay?" He smiled at her and handed her phone back. "Seems we're stuck."
A few seconds later, Nastya's phone rang; it was Kolya. He asked how they were, saying he was going to find out what happened. Nastya assured him everything was fine.
Lesha sat back in his seat and called Mashka. She was almost crying with worry for him; he laughed, saying everything was fine and not to worry.
Hanging up, he smirked and looked at Nastya.
"Didn't think I'd ever get stuck in a Ferris wheel like this, but it'll be something to remember, a bit extreme." She flashed her eyes at Lesha and, as if by chance, adjusted her top.
Lekha looked around; they were only visible from the cabin above. He glanced down; it was amusing to watch the panic below. Nastya moved closer to him and also looked down, placing her hand on his knee. Lesha didn't react at all; he understood and saw everything perfectly, and he himself was thinking the same thing. A bunch of thoughts raced through his head: girlfriend, friend, debauchery, honor, loyalty, debauchery. Lekha cursed to himself; he understood that the debauchery and lust emanating from Nastya overpowered all arguments. The last thing that finished him off was Nastya's hand on his knee and the light, hot breath near his ear and her words: "And can you and Kolya take care of one girl?"
She could only know that phrase from one person, from Kolya, which meant she knew about their debauched days. He turned his head towards her; they caught each other's gaze; their lips were already very close. An instant, and they plunged into each other with a hot, passionate kiss; immediately their tongues intertwined in her mouth, no, it was his mouth; they no longer understood who was kissing whom; they simply enjoyed each other's passion. Nastya, again, but now purposefully, placed her hand on his cock: "Mmm, it's still hard, God, how I want it." Lesha, with his hand, squeezed her breast through her top, feeling even through the fabric how tense her nipples were and how she exhaled into his mouth, feeling his strong, rough palm.
Nastyanka began to unbutton his belt, then his jeans, and took out his swollen, hard "bolt." She pulled away from his lips to look at this handsome thing; it was definitely to her taste—a firm 18 cm cock with prominent veins, slightly curved to the side. Without thinking long, she stood up and crouched in front of Lesha, starting to stroke his cock with her hand. She exposed the head, then hid it again behind the skin. Nastya looked into his eyes, remembering Masha and her pity. Nastyanka gloated inwardly, but at that moment, she wasn't concerned with revenge but with this beautiful shaft in front of her face.
And then Lesha's phone rang. He stood up to get it from his back pocket; it was Mashka. He looked at Nastya; the latter understood everything without words.
"Answer," she said, lightly jerking his shaft and starting to lightly tickle his balls with her nails with her other hand.
"Yes, Mashul," he answered, holding back a moan deep inside. "Just sitting here, what else can you do."
With these words, Nastya enveloped the crimson head of his cock and greedily sucked it into her mouth, biting the cock with her teeth, holding the head entirely in her mouth. At that moment, she transformed from an ordinary girl into a devil ready to take a soul, though literally speaking, to suck it out.
"Fuuuck," escaped from Lesha. "Yeah, just hit my hand on the armrest," he lied to his beloved.
Nastya raised her eyes to him and smiled, not releasing his cock. She understood he was in her power; she loved this feeling when a male, the one who always dominates and loves power, is subjugated only to her and doesn't even realize it. Lesha looked at her with desire and delight, restraining his emotions. He ran his hand through her hair, listening to what Masha was saying in his ear, though he no longer heard her. Meanwhile, the "she-devil" wrapped her tongue around his head and began licking it in her mouth, playing with the frenulum and the slit on the cock, sometimes releasing the head and sucking it back in.
"Fuck my face," she just managed to say.
Lekha immediately pressed on the back of her head and drove his cock straight into her throat, feeling the head hit, slightly loosened his grip, letting the cock come out a bit, and then pressed again. He simply started fucking her mouth; saliva began to stream from the corners of her mouth and flowed down her