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“Let them jerk,” Jenny grinned.
“Yeah, it’s so cool to watch the boy floundering helplessly,” Amanda chuckled. “Just hold him tight so that he doesn’t break out.”
It was Saturday.

May.
Hot.
All voluntarily-forcedly went on a Saturday.
Her friend distinguished herself.
She came in a white T-shirt without a bra, shorts, more like panties and buttocks opening semicircles, and (as if this is not enough) in black pantyhose in a grid.
Naturally, her success among the male part of the team allowed her not to work.
She just giggled moronly, smugly smiled and poked her finger

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at what needs to be done.
He perfectly imagined what he was expecting a girl this evening.
He even jarred a little.
No, he was not a hypocrite; moreover, he himself participated in girlfriend’s parties a couple of times, which is no secret.
But he was simply amazed how poorly she chooses clothes, sexual partners and style of behavior.
He could not understand why she was getting away with it and he sincerely hoped that the guardian angel would not be stingy and would continue to protect her from idiots, maniacs and venereal diseases, as well as the absurd death in some roadside ditch.
He painted the fence along the railway line and could not understand why she, so responsible, did not come to work for the organization.
It was completely unlike her.
Three weeks have passed since that memorable night.
He kept his mouth shut and even glimpsed no one that he saw her in tears.
She continued to pretend that she was strong and unapproachable, but one day, passing by him, she uttered “thank you” with her lips with such sensual, heartfelt and tender that his hair stood on the back of his head, and goosebumps ran through his hands.
It was like a promise, unless, of course, he thought up anything to himself.
He later made several attempts to get close, but she did not make contact.
Was polite, businesslike, nothing more.

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She continued to joke, to come to the smoking room.
On friendly booze did not appear.
In general, it was completely inaccessible, closed and mysterious.
He painted the fence, and after him a short boy in a big cap (the courier must have been) was passing the same fence with a second layer of paint.
Lustful girlfriend went to the boy-courier and began to whisper about something with him, giggling in her annoying manner.
He just got mad.
He threw the brush and quickly approached the couple, grabbed his girlfriend by the bare shoulder.
– What are you for such a woman! The boy is completely green, the mustache is not growing yet, and you glue it! What do you, the other men a little? – and stamped obscene word.
“Let us say that the mustache does not grow, I’m just glad,” came the familiar voice from under the cap.
He was taken aback.
It was her.
Without a drop of make-up, in worn jeans, a wide plaid shirt, with hair tucked under this stupid cap, but that was it! The girlfriend began to laugh, sniffing loudly and squealing (as before an orgasm – he was sorry that he knew this detail).
She looked at him straight.
In her deep eyes of obscure color (now closer to green), devils staged a party and launched fireworks one by one.
He felt embarrassed, but was very glad to see her, glad to know that she was here, nearby.
From far away came a metallic sound.
Break for lunch.
Refreshed well, he went out to stand on the porch.
A light hand touched his back.
“Thank you for defending me,” she said with a graceful chuckle, “even though I was of the wrong sex.”
He stood petrified.
Afraid to scare her with a word, gesture, intonation.
Where her hand touched him, there was a burning sensation, hair all over her body stood on end again.
She had an invisible, almost mystical power over him.
She was fascinating, attracted.
Like her body.
He overwhelmed with a great effort of will (for the umpteenth time!) To pick her up, kiss, undress.
or demanding to take her by the shoulders, gently press her back to the wall and go with the tongue all over the body, first from top to bottom, then from bottom to top – every inch of her coveted adorable body.
“You are always welcome,” the dry tongue barely twisted, the words sounded hollow, the husky voice in her voice betrayed arousal.
She smoothly removed her hand.
He even exhaled in his mind.
“We are a good team,” for the first time she was so talkative next to him, “look at how beautiful the fence is with us.”
“Yeah, that’s because I took you for a boy courier.
Now I can not work normally.
Something lower abdomen will not let me bend and crouch, ”he thought.
“That’s for sure,” he said.
– And you, it turns out, not a talker, – she laughed deeply and ran away from the porch.
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