“Olga Andreevna,” he repeated tensely, “I can pass all the material, you can check it out right now.”
“Pechenkin,” Olga Andreevna Sinitsyna, head of the department, looked at him a little annoyed, distracting herself from filling out the papers, “well, well, what can I say.” Happy for you.
“But then why ...”
“Because it was necessary to attend all the lectures,” the teacher did not let him finish. - Do you understand? EVERYTHING. Or have a pass for a good reason. Illness and te de. And you do not have it.
- Olga Andreevna ... - Vova Pechenkin was on the verge of despair. - And what, nothing can be done?
- And what can you do? - philosophically said the head. chair, removing the ear hair strand and not looking up from work. - To be smarter in the future.
- Well, maybe you can somehow agree? - forced Vova out of himself. He never offered a bribe and now he felt like a sapper in his first minefield.
Olga Andreevna turned away from filling out the reporting for the first course and raised an interested look at him.
- This is what, Pechenkin, you offer me a bribe?
“Well ... I ..." the student hesitated. - Maybe for the department what a good thing to do ...
- For the department, it means - Olga Andreevna leaned back in her chair. - Eh, Pechenkin, just because of your head, which is not empty and actually loves chemistry, - I make an exception. On Wednesday, come by 9 am here, but not in full dress.
- Thank! - the guy smiled and almost ran away from the office.
At the appointed time, Vova found an unfamiliar girl in the office. Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, he found that she was very good-looking. Dark blond hair to shoulders with a small pigtail at the left ear, a slim figure in a pink blouse and a dark skirt to the middle of the thigh, and growth somewhere under the meter seventy. The person did not say that “to go nuts!”, But the more Vova sneaked at him, the more it seemed to him somehow beautiful and forcing him to look at him again and again. A couple of times the girl exactly noticed his eyes, but said nothing, only chuckled a little.
- Yeah, the team is complete, - said Olga Andreevna, opening the office. - Well. Come on in.
“Team?” Thought Vova, letting the ladies forward and at the same time evaluating the form of the stranger from behind. The figure behind was also very, very.
- So, - the head of the department looked at them. “I give you the chance you asked me about.” Your task is to bring the laboratory to the divine form. Deadline for you - until the day after. Cope - get admission to the exam.
Vova and the girl looked at each other, not knowing how to react to this unexpected statement. However, they did not have much choice.
- You will have the key, Safonov, as the eldest, - Olga Andreevna continued, not bothering with physiognomic exercises at all. - Responsible for the safety and integrity of the equipment. Pechenkin you have in the background, like a gentleman with a lady.
Then she smiled a little mischievously. Then she almost rhetorically asked:
- Questions? Well, nice. Cleaning tools in the laboratory.
While walking along the corridor to the laboratory, which was in the corner alley, Vova interpreted what had happened. In principle, he did not see anything particularly difficult in the future. What did he not wash the flasks, or what? Well, the floors with tables, too, probably have. Although most of the time will have to change the bucket with water, he thought.
Safonova opened the door of the laboratory - Vova had never been inside it. They went inside, looked around - and he whistled. Not that the room was gigantic - about 4 to 10, not more - but how much was there in it all!
“Mother dear,” Vova drawled.
“Here it is,” breathed his companion. sexytal.com
Most likely, the laboratory was used as a warehouse, because it was densely packed with equipment and tools. The light of the June sun that had already risen scattered a myriad of bunnies in retorts, flasks and beakers. The walls, by the way, were also far from primeval cleanliness. About the floors could not speak at all.
“A shed, just a shed,” the girl said, stunned. - Well, Olga Andreevna ...
She looked at Vova and said:
- Let's get acquainted, perhaps, comrade in misfortune. My name is Irina.
“Vova,” he said. I thought and asked: - Do you think it is humanly possible to wash it? Or is Hercules needed here?
- And we have no choice, Vova, - said Irina. - I need admission to the test of blood from the nose. And if you are not ready to work hard here ... - She carefully looked at him.
“I, too, have nowhere to go,” Pechenkin shrugged. - So - the earlier we start ...
He threw a bag on a hanger and took the bucket in the corner. Looked around and went to the sink. After a minute, I attached a small piece of rubber hose to the still old Soviet brass faucet, for this very purpose and apparently lying under the sink. And he began to draw water.
- Interestingly, is there a working clothes to change? - thoughtfully asked Irina, looking around the laboratory.
The question was far from idle, albeit rhetorical - nothing like that could be seen. Meanwhile, both students came to the institute, though not in the “front door”, as Sinitsyna requested, but it’s far from the fact that it was not a pity to anticipate cleaning. Voviny jeans and skirt Irina after cleaning, no doubt, would have lost any presentation.
- Can I go home and then come back here? He suggested.
- Not an option - Irina shook her head. - I have to go home about two hours, I live in Olkhovka. Yes, and soon dinner on the route, I’ll only be back here at 2 o'clock. Not all day down the drain. And I feel that in one day we will not get off. But you, if you want, go.
- Yes, I, too, in the Dzerzhinsky district to dangle, - Vova admitted. - Do not dipped.
“Then let's try this,” said Irina. - If possible carefully.
- Yeah, - Vova nodded.
Irina, her hands on her hips, examined the laboratory with a view of the commander on the field of the upcoming battle. And Vova looked at her from the back, allowing himself to fantasize - taking a piece of clothing from a girl behind the subject and putting it in different poses. So what? Is not he a man, or what? Oh, and you can not dream?
“I suggest here what to do,” Irina turned around, and Vova hurriedly began to think about something neutral in order to bring down the growing erection. - First you need to wash the dishes and all the equipment, make it into a corner, and then take over the walls and floor.
- Come on, - the guy nodded. - From what angle do we start?
“But from this,” Irina nodded to the left neighbor.
Pretty soon, both realized that it was impossible to do something and not get dirty. Irina has twice shaken off, and even washed up the dirty marks from the skirt; Vova had to do it more often.
“That won't do,” she bit her lip, lost in thought. - I don’t want to be like an ingot, I still have to go home.
- I, damn it, already a little bit like, - Vova looked at himself.
Irina looked at him for a minute was silent. He was about to interrupt her thoughts when she said:
- There is an offer. But mind you do not laugh, and not a moron.
-?
Apparently, on Vova’s face, a mixture of bewilderment appeared with indignation, because the girl continued:
- I offer to take off outerwear.
Under the guy’s gaze, Irina blushed and hurried to attack:
- Or is there a better offer?
“No, no,” Vova shook his head. He could not resist the temptation to look at Irina from top to bottom.
“There’s nothing to look at with your eyes,” the girl correctly interpreted his feelings.
She began to unbutton her blouse. She took it off and neatly hung it on a hanger in the corner by the door. Vova pulled his T-shirt over his head and took hold of the belt, looking at the white bra holding strong small breasts. Well, they probably are. Not yet visible. Why do you say bye? Vova could not explain. Just a feeling that suddenly appeared.
He unbuttoned his jeans and in one motion, trying not to think what Irina thinks of him and what he looks like, took them off. Irina, after a little hesitation, also took off her skirt, revealing light-colored dark blue panties.
After hanging the clothes, they both hung for a while, looking at each other. Then the girl shifted from foot to foot and said:
- Come on, all the same, let's deal with it. But I feel uneasy.
“Of course,” Vova nodded.
Trying not to earn a squint, he looked at Irina. She finished washing the table, bending over nicely. How do they do it, thought Vova. Like and bend like us, and hands as well move. And it turns out we usually, but they - do not tear his eyes. And even the muscles seemed to move differently ... He saw that Irina was looking at him mockingly, and hurried to turn away.
Together they moved the table into a corner and began to put dishes on it. Irina soaped, Vova rinsed in buckets - one in outline, the second - completely.
- Tell me, how did you rumble here? - asked Irina, with one finger soaping the inside of the tube.
“By stupidity,” Vova admitted. - I did not attend lectures.
- Here you are well done, - chuckled a girl. - Why?
- Oh well, on the sides they are whispering, asking again. That they do not understand, this ... - said the guy annoyingly. - And if I understand everything and want to have more? And you have to wait. Hurry up in any way. But how to write off - they are the first.
“You are smart, then,” said Irina half inquiringly, smiling.
“Why is it smart right away,” Vova confused. - I just like chemistry since high school, there, however, the first year was teased by Mendeleev, but then they stopped. And then what, again wait until they get bored? Reluctant already. The age is not the same, he concluded resolutely.
“Age,” the girl spat. - Look at the man.
“Well, at least you don't start,” asked Vova. - Well you understand what I mean.
- Why did you decide?
- What?
- What I understand.
“I just looked at you and realized that such a girl could not be stupid,” said Vova, blushing a little.
- Well, - Irina narrowed her eyes with interest, ceasing to rub the flask. - Justify.
“I think that everything should be harmonious in nature,” said Vova carefully. - It's like in chemistry - the reaction translates elements from one stable state to another. But both states are harmonious. They change only under the influence of something.
- While it is logical, - the girl agreed. - And what have I?
“Given that the appearance should coincide with the inner content,” said Vova, not looking at her and pretending that he was completely fascinated by rinsing chemical vessels.
- And what is my appearance? - with an incomprehensible intonation asked Irina.
“Harmonious,” Vova said after a short hitch. "It seems to get out."
- Clear. - Irina smiled. - And you, I can see, he is still a beetle. For nothing that freshman.
- Is that me a bug? - surprised Vova. - Come on, here is anyone, but not ...
“Come on, make excuses,” the girl laughed. Fervently so even threw her head. I threw up my hands ...
... and doused Vova with water from a flask.
- Oh! - she rolled her eyes, looking at the wet and a little soap guy. “Sorry, I didn’t want ...” And she giggled: “You're so funny ...”
Vova looked at himself, at her - and said:
- Well, who sows the wind - will reap ...
- Oh, No! - Irina put her hands in front of her and backed away as she could. - Vova, do not !!!
... storm! - And Vova poured it with the rest of the water from the bucket.
- Ah! - Irina threw up her hands and shut her eyes. It was heard as the water rumbles, flowing down from it.
- And now how can I go home? - She asked, looking at Vova. - All the clothes will get wet.
“I also can't teleport,” said Vova. And threw up his hands - look, they say, at me.
- And what to do? - already seriously asked Irina, trying to squeeze the water out of her bra.
Vova paused, thought, looked around. His gaze lingered on the windowsill, which seemed blindingly white from the sun. He came up, touched - hot! - and turned to Irina ...
... - No, do not even persuade! - the girl shook her head. - How did you just come to mind? Although, of course, you are the same guy, only this comes to your head ...
“Irin,” the guy patiently extended his hand to her. - Well, think for yourself. Do you think I want to ... uh-uh ... waving in front of you ... by this?
“Who knows you,” said Irina, turning half-turned towards him.
“Thank you for your trust,” Vova bowed. - Give then a better option. Am I really against?
After a while, the girl said quietly:
- Okay, you have to. Exactly dry?
“Well, it bakes nicely here,” the guy shrugged. - The hottest place in the office.
- You are the first - Irina bit her lip a bit, looking at him.
Vova, turning his back to her, pulled off the panties. Then he went to the windowsill and spread them out as widely as possible so that they would dry out faster. I thought: “It’s good that the day before yesterday the hair below was trimmed shortly, otherwise it would be like an elephant in the jungle now.” And looked at Irina.
- Turn around! - she ordered. She shoved behind his back and her underwear appeared on the windowsill.
- You can turn around? - smiling, asked Vova.
“What now, turn around,” the girl muttered.
Vova turned around and began to look at Irina. Breasts were exactly as he had supposed - small, strong, with protruding light brown nipples. A flat stomach connected them with beautiful thighs, which formed a very rare pattern of joining the legs and pubis - in the form of a shot glass. A small strip of hair on it did not completely cover the dense lips, starting almost at its very bottom.
“You are beautiful,” said Vova, looking up to Irina in the eyes.
“I couldn’t say it,” she chuckled a little, nodding at his cock sticking out with the bowsprit. - And so it is clear.
Vova confusedly spread his hands - they say, what can I do? But he didn’t look away from Irina.
“Let's continue,” the girl said, looking away. - And then you can play for a long time peepers.
They silently washed the dishes for about ten minutes, trying to quietly look at each other. The height of the tables did not give a chance to hide either Vovin Mast or Irinin Bay. At some point, both of them realized that their attempts to hide the obvious looked rather funny, and smiled.
- How did you get here? - Vova decided to change the subject.
- I something? - Irina drawled. - Yes, I fired up my studies.
Vova, rinsing the tube, eyebrows depicted: "and everything, there will be no details?"
“I met one,” said Irina reluctantly. - I fell in love, in short, deep into him. Well, he was good to me, so the brain composted. Not to study was. And then he said that I was wrong and had to leave.
It was evident that these confessions were given to her with difficulty. She paused and hung her head.
“Of course, I don’t know your whole story,” said Vova. “But such a girl would never quit if I were even Brad Pitt.”
- Thank you for your support, - Irina smiled weakly.
“Yes, there is nothing,” answered Vova. - Easy to tell the truth. You are very beautiful - at least from my point of view. Your character, as it seemed to me, is also quite normal. So either someone has excessive demands on girls, or I don’t understand something.
- Still, I was right, - Irina smiled. - You are definitely a bug! Girls fool you master. Surely not one of you dries on the course.
- None, - Vova smiled. - I'm not lying.
- Oh? - the girl narrowed her eyes. - Something does not look like. Here you are not dating with any?
- No, - Vova shook his head. - Somehow not lucky in life.
-? - Irina made her eyebrows. - You want to say…
- Yes, you understood correctly. - Now it was his turn to lower his gaze.
“Still blurted out too much. Why was it necessary, eh? You can’t keep your mouth shut, Vova! ”He reproached himself.
“Well, it means that the girls just have their eyes not looking there,” he heard. “Because everything is in order for you - both the head, and the character, and ... everything else,” Irina smiled, making it clear that she meant the instrument that Vovino had not dropped.
Vova blushed, looking at Irina and constantly sliding her eyes to her chest and below.
“So,” said the girl. - Now let's try to move this table.
Puffing - heavy, an infection! - they pushed the table into a clean corner and moved the first part of the washed dishes to it. Vova took a bottle of water from his bag, gave Irina a drink, deserving a grateful smile, drank himself.
- You do not want to have? - he asked. - I can then hit the road to the store.
“Not yet,” Irina shook her head. - I have a chocolate and an apple.
- Prepared, - Vova nodded approvingly. “Why am I never doing this?”
- The head does not think, - again pinned his girlfriend.
“Well, excuse me,” Vova spread his hands. - As it is, all food goes to the most important thing. The rest is on subsidies.
- Is he your main one? - Irina was already having a lot of fun, taking advantage of the opportunity to freely consider Vovin as a tight oud “I didn’t think you would confess.” Usually guys are always unlocked ...
- That's the way it is, - Vova smiled. - In general, yes, he is the most important. Because it is he who is entrusted with the most important thing. Sow the seeds of a new life and make a pleasant complex being.
- to you?
- to you! - Vova stuck out his tongue. - We have one toggle switch, and you have so many of them! And each need to twist in their own way and in the right order.
- Enough! - asked Irina, laughing. - Let's do things, and even so the conversations went on nowhere.
Raising her head, she looked at the shelf above the table, on which the magnetic separator stood lonely.
“We need to get him out of there and wipe the shelf,” she said.
Giving a leg up easily, she climbed onto the table. Carefully removed the separator and gave it to Vova, standing at the ready. He barely managed to look away from the attractive slices between the legs of Irina and accepted the device. The girl wiped the shelf with a rag, and he, without losing a second, carefully and with pleasure looked at her clean-shaven crotch with puffy big lips. The small ones were barely visible between the dark pink edges. The clitoris hid under a neat hood, almost hidden from this angle.
- Done! - Irina, sitting down, put the rag in a bucket. - Help me down.
Vova put his hands, the girl, holding them, jumped off easily. Then, without releasing them, she asked, smiling:
- Considered everything?
- Uh-uh? - tried to portray the misunderstanding of Vova, rapidly blushing.
- Come on, you can not pretend, - Irina squinted slyly. “I felt you were baking me with my eyes somewhere.
Vova silently nodded, not daring to say anything. Well, yes, and who in his place would not look? Such beauty is held in front of the nose ...
- And if I looked at you like that? - asked Irina, releasing her arms and slightly bowing her head to the side. - BUT?
“Look,” answered Vova, a little hoarsely.
Irina unexpectedly crouched right in front of him, looking at the rearing and already slightly sick of this pin. The guy hardly suppressed the desire to hide behind himself - that would not only be unfair, Irina didn’t close, it’s just as stupid as a little or something.
The girl attentively and curiously examined the resilient Vovin member, tilting her head to the left, then to the right, then from the bottom even a little. She reached out and touched the head with her finger. Removed - followed by a transparent sticky thread.
- What, hard? - quietly asked Irina. - I provoke you, yes, Vov?
“Yeah,” the guy replied just as quietly, struggling to not take hold of the dick. I wanted this just incredible.
- Want to help? She asked. She looked up at him, straightened.
Vova silently nodded, not believing in the charm of the moment and fearing to destroy it with an awkward word.
Irina put her arm around her dick and slowly moved from head to belly, increasing pressure. Vova closed his eyes, holding his breath. It was ... gently, very differently than he did.
“Vov,” he heard. - Can you look at me while I do?
Vova opened his eyes and saw Irina’s attentive and quivering eyes. And he began to look, plunging into it, floating up and sinking again. Everything blurred, except for this look - so beautiful and unique at this moment. He did not notice how he put his hands on Irina’s shoulders, how he slid them onto her breast, where they were stopped by protruding nipples. The whole world has shrunk to the size of this girl's look, pulsing and spreading. Pulsation was growing and Vova managed to figure out what would follow next. He tried to say something, but could only squeeze out:
- I ... Ah-ah ... Aaaaaa !!!
He was turned out to Irina, and he closed his eyes, not controlling himself and knowing little at all, except for one thing - how good-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! ...
Opening his eyes, he looked relaxedly at the girl. I saw my splashes on her stomach - plentiful, he did not hesitate! Vova smiled shyly and then realized that his hands still clasp Irina's breasts, letting her nipples between her fingers.
“Sorry,” he said, dropping his hands. - I just…
“Not scary,” the girl replied quietly. I looked at Vovina art, ran a finger, connecting two adjacent splash. - Well, you have accumulated. Have not jerked off for a long time, have you
This word - “jerking off” - suddenly broke down the embarrassment that engulfed Vova. He smiled and said:
- Yesterday. I just always have so much, no matter how many times a day I did.
- How much is usually? - smiled Ira.
- Two or three times. Although there are five.
- Wow! You are a giant!
“Well, like that,” shrugged Vova. He paused, said: - You need to wash, wash the washbasin.
Irina splashed and returned, glistening with a wet stomach.
- Feel better? She asked, smiling.
- Aha, - Vova answered with a smile. And then he took her hand, which she did well for him, and kissed her. - This is her work.
Irina held her breath, stopped smiling. Then she squeezed out:
“Oooh ... you and the bug, Vova ... Well, what kind of bug are you ...”
- What is, Ir, what is, - Vova answered quietly.
He glanced over her and noticed a shiny track on the inside of his right thigh. Which trembled a little. Having quickly compared everything in his head, he looked at the table behind the girl - cleanly - and picked up Irina from behind under the ass. Hooked to the very edge of the table, overcoming weak resistance, parted hips. He sat down and, enjoying the view of the swollen and runny pussy, clung to her mouth.
- Awww! - breathed out Irina, clasping the guy's head. The movements of his tongue were so pleasant that after a minute she, unable to hold her hands, sank back on the table. The thoughts still flashing on the periphery of the mind “so quickly ... I shouldn't have ... what am I doing ..." were literally swept away by one and only "God, how good-oh-oh-oh-oh !!!" ...
Less than five minutes, as she arched, squeezing her hips Vovinu head. Sprawled on the table, not wanting to move a muscle. Vova slowly and barely touching, tongue spent from top to bottom and back along the salty lips, leaving alone the clitoris. He kissed him gently, causing a shiver in the girl's body. Rose and leaned over Irina, peering into her face.
- How are you? He asked quietly. I stroked my nipple with my finger, still sharp.
“I don’t know,” said Ira. - I do not feel the body at all.
- I am glad - Vova smiled.
“You are a shameless liar after all,” Ira opened her eyes and focused her eyes on him. “Scrubbed me with no one, never ... But such a master, that where there ...”
“I told the truth,” said Vova through a smile. - Just a theoretical training has not been canceled. Preparing for the future, suddenly, I think, it will come in handy. And so it came in handy.
He laughed. Helped Irina to sit down. Holding his shoulder, she said:
- If this is really your premiere in Cooney, then you performed it with brilliance!
“It’s not me with shine, but you,” Vova’s finger touched the brilliant cleft between the labia majora.
- And do not say, - Irina peeked between her legs. - Like a butter dish. Itself did not expect.
- Ir, - said Vova. “You, of course, excuse me, but such a look makes me very… invigorating.”
The guy’s bowsprit was poured again in front of her.
“Yes, you didn't seem to be lying about several times a day,” said the girl. - What do you want to say - debt payment is beautiful?
- Ira, - Vova took her face in his palm. - No debts. I feel so good now. And from your efforts, and from what you feel good ... So let it be so. Do not push yourself.
Irina pulled him to her, hugged. Whispered:
“You're just fabulous ... There are no such guys already ...”
- I am the most common - said Vova quietly. - I just am what I am. I like living so much.
“You do not laugh at me,” Ira continued. - Although you can and laugh. But I seem to fall in love with you ... Like a schoolgirl ...
- This is bad?
- I did not understand myself. The head does not think. I just want it to not end. Because it's so good ...
- Well, let it not end, - Vova looked into her eyes. And kissed. - I also do not want to let you go.
- What about next? - smiling, asked Irina.
“I don’t know,” he said, “the head doesn’t think.” All the power went to the main cable.
- Now let's figure it out! - with a laugh the girl answered it ...
... Ten minutes later, she washed down the sticky Vovinas of cream from the bottle, which plentifully filled her mouth. Then, sticking out his ass and leaning on the table, substituted his wet spindle under the young man’s gentle hands, moaning and quietly commenting on his actions ...
Putting on a dried bra, Irina asked:
- Vov, fasten.
He carefully looped both hooks. I looked at the clock.
- Wow! It's six o'clock! Here we are late!
“Yeah,” the girl agreed. I looked around the lab. - Tomorrow we will finish, there are not so many. So let's finish early.
“Well, I don’t know, I don’t know,” said Vova vaguely, smiling. - If like today, it is not a fact that before.
- Chatterbox! - Irina with a smile pushed him in the shoulder. She clung to him and added quietly: - And tomorrow, take insulation to the main cable with you. We will lay it in wet rooms.
- With fever? - wink Vova.
They laughed and left the lab on their wonderful summer.