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When you’ve got to cram for your exams, you really are having a bad time, all you think about is studying, studying and nothing more, why not take a break?

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I guess I would know who wrote the message even if he didn’t put his name at the bottom. I had no reasons for being angry with him. He was my friend. He was much like a girl, like you know, gay friends, you don’t usually take them for men, but for girls mostly. It was in the manner of his to show up out of the blue. He could disappear for six months or call me once a week. So, he was a strange guy. As for the way he looked… I can’t say he was very handsome, but he was a hunk. And he was soooo charming! But I must confess he didn’t really try to charm me, and I didn’t know why.

What else, he was sly and clever. I didn’t know his cell phone number, I could never find him home till midnight.

- “If he shows up again I will turn him down”, - I thought and got back to my cramming.

The knock on the door coincided with the most difficult paragraph in the book. It was really the most sophisticated paragraph ever, I found myself reading one and the same phrase several times just to get the meaning.

- “It’s not the right time”, - I uttered the long-before-prepared phrase when opening the door.

He was standing in a relaxed manner leaning on the door. Light green pants, a white shirt… A brief-case in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

- “OK, I understand you don’t wanna see me, but please don’t tell me you don’t drink hard stuff when you have your exams, ok?! Anyway the wine is for you, and I’m sure you need to make a break anyway.”

He was damn right. I couldn’t cram anymore history when realizing a bottle of good wine was several inches away from me.
He went in the room.

- “OK get the glasses and some fruits, if you have any”. – He said simply.

“Why didn’t I turn him down?” I thought while he was pouring wine in the glasses.

- “Cheers!” – He raised his glass.

“My cramming sucks,” I thought that very moment.

- “Sorry, but you’ll have to leave, I have a lot to read and learn before tomorrow”. – I said suddenly.

- “Don’t be such a nerd!” – He gave me a most charming smile ever. – “Or I’ll have to pour wine right over your head… And then I’ll lick it off…”

- “Stop fooling around! You won’t dare!”

I wish I didn’t say that! Seemed he was waiting for this exact answer. He dipped the finger in the glass and then passed it over my neck.

- “Hey, watch your hands, buddy…”

- “There’s something more, babe”

Hardly had I said a word as he was holding me tight. I felt his tongue behind my ear and then sliding downwards. First I wanted to push him to let me go, and then I realized I liked it. Liked it a lot. I moaned. “That’s over with the cramming,” I thought distraught realizing I was lying on the couch and his lips were sliding down my stomach, and his hands were undoing my blouse. I closed my eyes enjoying the process. He was so gentle and taking his time. But his lips were getting to be more and more vigorous. They were sliding down my pubis and then I felt them between my spread hips. I felt his hot tongue kissing the most intimate part of my body.

- “More… more…” - Did I say that?

He was fondling me faster and faster. Soon I realized I couldn’t stop it.

- “Oh, God it’s so great”. – I could never imagine he was so skilful working his tongue.

I was swaying my pelvis, impaling myself on his tongue arching my back and bucking. His frisky tongue was turning me on more and more. I came suddenly and loudly. I pressed his head to my pussy and didn’t wanna let him go till the last spasm of orgasm petered out.

- “Drink some wine”, - he told me smiling, - “it helps to relax”.

- “Get undressed or I’ll have to rape you”. – I said breathy.

- “Just a sec”. – He gulped his wine down and then took off the shirt. – “Take your time”.

I put my hands on his bare shoulders and closed my eyes. He stuck his head between my hips again. He was greedier for my juices that time. He wasn’t just kissing my pussy, he was drinking my juices making me go mad with arousal. His hands were roaming over my boobs, hips, and legs. I came one time, then the second, then the third…

- “Stop!” – I whispered. – “Take me. Now!”

My hands were resting on his buttocks. I wanted to control his thrusts but he was sort of teasing me. He didn’t enter me in full, just a bit and then when I felt it was the time to feel all of his cock in my insides he thrust out and then started everything all over again.

- “C’mon, c’mon”. – I was moving my pelvis frontward feeling on the verge of cumming again.

He was slow and taking his time. I wasn’t. I was unable to fully realize what was going on around. I opened my eyes. He touched my cheek.

- “Don’t be in a hurry. You’re so impatient…”

He was entering me faster now. I cried out and lost the sense of reality again. He kissed my lips and I responded to his kiss with some incredible lust and passion. He was thrusting faster… His hand was squeezing my boob tighter… I guess I just lost consciousness for a couple of seconds. His lips touched my nipple; my fingers were playing with his hair.

- “Is there any wine left?”

- “Yeah, but you see we turned your table into a mess.”

I looked at the table and burst into laughing. A glass of wine spilled over on my notes.

- “It’s OK, my notes will smell of a romantic date…”

- “Aren’t you tired?” – He asked playfully.

- “Are you?” – I decided to play his game. I knew he could fuck me for a long time more and more…

Summer breeze was breathing warm air on our hot nude bodies. I put my legs on his shoulders. I was looking in his eyes. I felt the smell of wine spreading in the room.

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