A night given to me...
Every morning, I start with a run in the park with the restless dreamer Yulka; it's both a boost for the whole day and an extra reason to see each other. But today was already rolling toward sunset, and we were saying goodbye until morning:
— Yulia, tomorrow we'll start as always, at five in the morning, only now at my house, I'll be waiting! — I kissed her on the cheek and slowly wandered home. The time for night's sleep slowly creeps through the alleys of the already dark streets, blissfully settling into bed ahead of me, so the moment I lie down, Morpheus will drag me into his palace. But I'm in no hurry; tomorrow is Friday, the last workday of the week, and the long-awaited two days
of rest.Yulka is my friend; we met about a year ago. Our relationship is easy, with no reasons for quarrels; we don't share boyfriends—I have mine, she has hers, but they don't even know each other. Besides that, we have plenty of friends, and often we spend time in a group of five young guys, but nothing like that, just friends.
You can't bribe an alarm clock; it always rings at exactly the appointed time. It's 4:30 now, time to go. Yulka will be pacing the stairwell by the door at five; no need to make her wait. After a quick wash, dressing in a tracksuit and sneakers, I easily ran out of the apartment, ready to conquer a couple of kilometers in the fresh air, in pleasant company.
— Good morning, Yulenka! — I hugged her shoulders and gave her a peck on the cheek, receiving a light kiss in return.
— Friday morning is always good because the evening on this day is always long. — Yulia smiled dreamily; we both understood what she meant! Tonight, there's a get-together at Yulka's place with our circle of five friends.
— Then let's go, as always, to the store and back.
Hopping down the steps, we jogged to the park, then along the paths to the store, near which a pull-up bar served as a stretching apparatus. Ten minutes of bends and such, thankfully there are few onlookers at such an early hour, and then back.
— Well, that's lightness for the whole day, but I'll never get used to your job; you have to get up two hours earlier than me, and then I sit in the kitchen for those two hours just staring dumbly at the TV… Yulia, — my joy, quit that damn job. Anyway, I'll miss you; we'll meet in the garden tonight, figure things out there.
— See you tonight. I have this strange feeling, like before a first date. Probably the evening will be great. — Yulka was daydreaming as always.
The workday flew by so fast it was as if it never started. Rushing home, I chatted with my mom for propriety's sake, incidentally finding out that the second apartment would be empty, and warned her I'd be staying there overnight. Mom didn't object; I'm already a grown girl, I make my own decisions, and there are never any arguments about it. I drank coffee on the go, changed, and slipped out the door. The long-awaited evening… There she is, my friend Yulka. I like her; I even envy her a little, but in a good way, with white envy—I call it joyful envy. Yulka is my age, a bit shorter than me, with black hair, brown eyes, small but very beautiful breasts—God himself decreed she shouldn't wear that cursed harness called a bra.
A slender waist, a beautiful flat stomach with an appetizing and attention-grabbing navel that you just want to lick and probe with the very tip of your tongue into its hollow—any woman would envy her. Hips a bit wide, but that doesn't spoil her at all; her butt is nice. One flaw—her legs are a bit short, but that's nonsense; after all, heels were invented for a reason! This little Thumbelina was already shifting from heel to heel waiting for me, her face glowing with joy because today is Friday, meaning her aunt and niece, with whom Yulia lives, have gone to the village until Sunday evening. For Yulka, this is a real holiday.
— I decided not to stroll long today; we'll sit on the ruins and then go home; there's an interesting movie on. Are you going home tonight or?
— At your place; I told Mom I'd be at the neighbor's, luckily our apartments are in the same building, so it'll be easy to cover. Are the guys already there? And Tolik will be there, well don't blush, you like him, you said so yourself, so maybe tonight we'll pull off the seduction of innocent boys? — I teased her about Tolik every time; actually, she liked him, and among us, they were declared a couple, though everyone knew about the guy outside this group, but no one judged Yulka, especially since her relationship with Tolik was platonic.
— Oh, get out of here! — these words sounded every time, but Yulka didn't sulk; she understood it was a joke.
We slowly walked to the ruins—that's what we called the playground, but it couldn't be called anything else; it was one of the worst projects in terms of yard improvement. The guys greeted us with jokes and cheerful laughter, but that evening the conversation just wasn't clicking; one was in a hurry, another was preoccupied with matters and only thought about them, so we decided to meet in a couple of hours at Yulia's place. We sat for another ten minutes and dispersed until the appointed hour to our own affairs. Or rather, the guys dispersed, and Yulia and I, buying ice cream on the way, went to her place to prepare for the boys' visit.
We didn't watch the clock; chatting about nothing, we didn't notice how, if not night, then deep evening arrived. We weren't at all upset that no one had come yet; it seemed we both forgot about the guys, settling comfortably on a mattress spread right on the floor, watching TV. The movie ended well past midnight; we decided to go to sleep. While I was showering, Yulia spread another mattress next to the one already on the floor, covered them with a large blanket, spread a sheet on top, and stretched a gauze canopy over it—a reliable protection against mosquitoes. Summer nights are hot, so we left the balcony open and slept as our mothers bore us, i.e., naked. Ten minutes later, both of us fresh as May roses, we lay down on our shared bed and, exchanging wishes for pleasant dreams, prepared to sleep… but our plans were not to be; we were roused by a knock at the door:
— The boys decided to drop by, well no, reception is closed for today; I won't even budge, they're not fools, they'll understand I'm asleep!
The boys indeed turned out not to be fools but complete idiots, and after five minutes of continuous knocking on the door, they successfully, with swearing and curses, rolled out onto the street, chased by Yulia's neighbor—the troublemaker and drunkard Kolka.
After such a concert, sleep was licked away like a cow with its tongue. Nothing to do; we stood on the loggia, naked, stared at the stars, and lay down to chat about our own—women's things.
— Yul, come on, tell me, just the truth, do you want to do it with Tolik, you know what I mean?
— No, I don't understand, what, have tea with pastries?
— Oh, stop laughing, you understood perfectly well, come on, tell me, as a man, does he attract you, do you want him?
— Yes, we even kissed once in the stairwell, and he got hard, and he tried to come on to me, but you understand—first floor, right by the door, what if my aunt, or worse, the little one, then such a scene would start, and tomorrow I'd be back to my mom and dad with my things… but aunt or not, the desire remained… — Yulka fell into a long silence; you could see she was carried away in dreams of Tolik, drowning in his embrace, and not just drowning but getting aroused with each second, as if Tolik in the flesh had materialized beside her.
The night is bright, the moon is full, not a cloud in the sky; our eyes have grown so accustomed to this gloom that everything is visible as in daylight, even better, because it's all so close. Yulka sprawled on the bed, throwing her arms behind her head; her nipples, such tiny droplets, stand out on white mounds. Her breasts, like an apple cut in half, juicy, you just want to sink your teeth into them; she mesmerized me, my hands reached out on their own and began to caress her.
Yulia didn't give any sign, by word or look, that this was unpleasant to her; on the contrary, she moved closer herself and seemed to ask for more… I teased the nipples of her magnificent breasts with my fingers, then began to caress them with my tongue, and unable to restrain myself any longer, I pressed my lips to them and began covering her luxurious body with kisses. At that moment, I wanted to sing with pleasure, but all I could do was moan and in response hear languid sighs and a barely audible: "More." My hand slipped between Yulia's legs; coarse hairs tickled my palm; I gently squeezed the flesh of her labia; my head was spinning, how pleasant this is, it's worth not just touching, it should be kissed and caressed. My dream of that seductive navel was destined to come true today! I caressed that hollow with my tongue, while my hand continued to seek pleasure for both of us lower down.
Settling between the spread legs of my queen of the night, I parted her lips and licked along the entire slit; my girl tasted sweet with a hint of sourness, but incredibly pleasant; I wanted to taste that flavor again and again. Yulka helped me herself; she spread her legs even wider and with her hands parted her labia, exposing her clitoris; I fastened onto it, with fierce rapture I kissed and sucked it, then licked it with a firm tongue, while penetrating her vagina with two fingers; it was warm and moist, she was flowing; within a minute, my Yulka began to writhe, driven by a wave of the highest bliss; I was happy, MY Yulka, now I thought of her only that way—MINE! I watched as she thrashed on the bed in ecstasy—these are the happy moments of my life.
When the passions subsided, she tried to start caressing me, but I understood it was a gesture of gratitude, not a desire to enjoy me; at that moment, it could only spoil everything, so I took her hand, kissed the soft palm, and slightly shook my head, letting her know I didn't need that now. This night was for her, but she gifted it to me.