It was the end of my senior year, just a few weeks before graduation, and the school was buzzing with that end-of-year chaos. I was 18, captain of the volleyball team, with a tight athletic body I knew turned heads—especially Mr. Demir’s. He was our young history teacher, 32, tall and built like he still played sports, with dark hair, a trimmed beard, and those intense hazel eyes that always lingered on me a little too long during class. I’d been teasing him all year: short skirts on dress-down days, bending over his desk to ask questions, “accidentally” brushing against him in the crowded hallways.
I’d been in the private hospital for two days after a minor surgery, bored out of my mind and stuck in a single room. The painkillers made me sleepy, but they also made me constantly horny, my yarak half-hard under the thin hospital gown every time someone walked in. On the third night, around 11 p.m., the door opened quietly and Nurse Elif slipped in to check my vitals. She was 29, long black hair tied in a ponytail, full lips, and curves that her tight white uniform couldn’t hide—big tits straining against the buttons, round ass swaying as she moved.
It was a warm Saturday night in September, and my husband had invited his old college buddy, Can, over for drinks and to watch the game. They’d been close for years Can was the best man at our wedding, always around for barbecues and holidays. He’s 36, tall, ruggedly handsome with a thick beard, broad shoulders, and that easy confidence that made me notice him more than I should have. My husband, Emre, is great, but lately our sex life had been routine, and I’d been feeling neglected, horny in ways I couldn’t shake.
Seryoga Bakhin returned home exhausted and excited. “Come on…” he said briefly from the doorway to his pet, and for the third year his legal wife, Linka Bakhina, habitually opened up, without even getting up from her chair, like a pearl-bearing sea shell.
We were sitting at a round table on the first floor and playing cards. The two-story cottage rented for the day was in a pine forest on the shore of a reservoir. And having swum to our heart's content, we were now drinking, playing and chatting. The reason for such a vacation was the long-awaited meeting of my husband Denis and his childhood friends Ilya, Andrey and Alexey.
This happened a couple of months ago. At first I was worried, my conscience was tormenting me, but then I calmed down and now I'm even glad that everything turned out this way. And so about everything in order.
Right. Also, remember, if you do better on this test than the previous one, I will drop your first test grade and count this one twice.