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The Warrior's Daughter, or Cadets Don't Surrender

Story one, hangover

This day has been uneventful since morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I did not successfully pass the test, and then, out of grief, we got drunk in zyuzyu. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya, about which it is very, very shameful to remember on the second day.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, stumbled into the apartment of Mikaella's older brother, because it would be stupid to stumble into a hostel in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is out of town, they are in field practice, will return at the end of the week.” And I believed! And so, giggling, we began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me in the residence of her eldest.

And everything would be fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower from the fifth time, and even started to wash, when suddenly somewhere very close it sounded:

– Defective navigator, last time when I saw this breast, it was much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my eyes on Michaela's own and only brother. It was difficult to focus the gaze, and the reason was not so much in the zuze, but in the fact that Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in some sports trousers and with a naked torso, he was a completely amazing picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. And Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, blond hair that is burnt out and from that, and incredible Blue eyes... Needless to say - I have been almost in love with him since the age of eleven. Since the first time I saw Mika at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling from the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him ... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let's do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in about six years. Is it going? By the way, I only last week turned eighteen.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, reached out and held the door open, preventing the visitor from entering.

An unhappy voice was heard behind the door:

- Who?! Mika, isn't she the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

- No, - Edward still continued to look at me, - with a girlfriend.

- Yeah. Mika's brother's smile became frankly frivolous.

– Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn't reply to that, but with a meaningful chuckle, he locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by the darkened look, was going to realize quite adult fantasies. Slowly, unhurried somehow, Edward came up to me and ... held out his hand.

- Can you stand up on your own? he asked, holding back a smile.

As if spellbound, I continue to look frightened at Ed, trying to cover myself with my hands.

“Kiran,” he smiled broadly, “Kieran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously. I stood there for ten minutes before I could say a word.

Despite the vapors of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

“Baby,” he gently took my hand, pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, I held it by the waist, as my legs, it seems, decided to take a timeout. - Everything, everything, I'm holding. Now let's wash you, otherwise the cilia on the cheeks for a long time, and lipstick on the chin. By the way, will we wash the head?

I froze in embarrassment, unable to say anything.

- Okay, - his gentle lips touched mine lightly and gently, - we will wash you all.

And the water immediately became warmer.

Everything else seemed like a strange unreal dream, in which they washed me carefully and carefully, barely touching my intimate places, but showering kisses on my shoulders, back, hair ... And at some point I just passed out, either under the influence of alcohol, or because that the shampoo had already been washed off the hair and I was persuaded to open my eyes.

“Kir, I’m dying…” groaned Mika’s hoarse voice.

Considering that her groan had pulled me out of a wonderful dream in which I indulged in hygienic procedures in the company of her older brother, the only answer to Mika's remark was a pillow thrown at her.

“Missed,” my friend replied melancholy, who had long been accustomed to my morning artillery exercises.

The failure was distressing, but not to the point of waking up. Resolutely turning on the other side, I closed my eyes, hoping that the dream with an erotic bias would take pity and return.

But the dream did not return. Even when, groaning and cursing yesterday's twelfth cocktail, which was obviously superfluous, Mika got up and left the room. Moreover, just when she came out, I suddenly felt very unwell ... Because the door in our room creaks so disgustingly, but now there was no creaking!

And that could only mean one thing - we're not in a hostel!

Further worse. A quiet sound of footsteps, someone sat down next to my bed, after which the T-shirt was slightly pulled down from my shoulder, pulling the fabric, and the lips that I so shamelessly dreamed of all night began to gently kiss, and then Ed's voice rang out:

- Baby, how are you? No headache? Would you like some coffee?

The events of last night began to gain clarity, bringing an incredible realization - it seems that the erotic dream was not a dream at all. This was confirmed by a cheerful laugh, and then an affectionate:

- Kieran, you are not sleeping - when they sleep, they do not blush with embarrassment. Get up, I'm alone in the apartment, so you can walk around in a T-shirt. By the way, does your head hurt?

“No…” I moaned, burying my head in the sheet with that very head.

“That’s good,” they patted me on the back, “get up, it’s already late.”

And he left.

“Oh, mom…” I moaned, feeling myself starting to burn with shame.

I remember with horror that there, in the bathroom on the floor, my stockings, panties and bra were left at the same time ... What a nightmare!

Kirk, are you getting up? - Mika's cry was heard from somewhere deep in this far from small apartment.

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Elena Star
The Warrior's Daughter, or Cadets Don't Surrender

Story one, hangover

This day has been uneventful since morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I did not successfully pass the test, and then, out of grief, we got drunk in zyuzyu. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya, about which it is very, very shameful to remember on the second day.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, stumbled into the apartment of Mikaella's older brother, because it would be stupid to stumble into a hostel in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is out of town, they are in field practice, will return at the end of the week.” And I believed! And so, giggling, we began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me in the residence of her eldest.

And everything would be fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower from the fifth time, and even started to wash, when suddenly somewhere very close it sounded:

“Faulty navigator, the last time I saw those breasts, they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my eyes on Michaela's own and only brother. It was difficult to focus the gaze, and the reason was not so much in the zuze, but in the fact that Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in some sports trousers and with a naked torso, he was a completely amazing picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, blond hair and incredible blue eyes that are burnt out and from that ... Needless to say, I have been almost in love with him since I was eleven years old. Since the first time I saw Mika at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling from the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him ... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let's do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in about six years. Is it going? By the way, I just turned eighteen last week.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, reached out and held the door open, preventing the visitor from entering.

An unhappy voice was heard behind the door:

- Who?! Mika, isn't she the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

- No, - Edward still continued to look at me, - with a girlfriend.

- Yeah. Mika's brother's smile became frankly frivolous.

– Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn't reply to that, but with a meaningful chuckle, he locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by the darkened look, was going to realize quite adult fantasies. Slowly, unhurried somehow, Edward came up to me and ... held out his hand.

- Can you stand up on your own? he asked, holding back a smile.

As if spellbound, I continue to look frightened at Ed, trying to cover myself with my hands.

“Kiran,” he smiled broadly, “Kieran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously. I stood there for ten minutes before I could say a word.

Despite the vapors of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

“Baby,” he gently took my hand, pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, I held it by the waist, as my legs, it seems, decided to take a timeout. - Everything, everything, I'm holding. Now let's wash you, otherwise the cilia on the cheeks for a long time, and lipstick on the chin. By the way, will we wash the head?

I froze in embarrassment, unable to say anything.

- Okay, - his gentle lips touched mine lightly and gently, - we will wash you all.

And the water immediately became warmer.

Everything else seemed like a strange unreal dream, in which they washed me carefully and carefully, barely touching my intimate places, but showering kisses on my shoulders, back, hair ... And at some point I just passed out, either under the influence of alcohol, or because that the shampoo had already been washed off the hair and I was persuaded to open my eyes.

* * *

“Kir, I’m dying…” groaned Mika’s hoarse voice.

Considering that her groan had pulled me out of a wonderful dream in which I indulged in hygienic procedures in the company of her older brother, the only answer to Mika's remark was a pillow thrown at her.

“Missed,” my friend replied melancholy, who had long been accustomed to my morning artillery exercises.

The failure was distressing, but not to the point of waking up. Resolutely turning on the other side, I closed my eyes, hoping that the dream with an erotic bias would take pity and return.

But the dream did not return. Even when, groaning and cursing yesterday's twelfth cocktail, which was obviously superfluous, Mika got up and left the room. Moreover, just when she came out, I suddenly felt very unwell ... Because the door in our room creaks so disgustingly, but now there was no creaking!

And that could only mean one thing - we're not in a hostel!

Further worse. A quiet sound of footsteps, someone sat down next to my bed, after which the T-shirt was slightly pulled down from my shoulder, pulling the fabric, and the lips that I so shamelessly dreamed of all night began to gently kiss, and then Ed's voice rang out:

- Baby, how are you? No headache? Would you like some coffee?

The events of last night began to gain clarity, bringing an incredible realization - it seems that the erotic dream was not a dream at all. This was confirmed by a cheerful laugh, and then an affectionate:

- Kieran, you are not sleeping - when they sleep, they do not blush with embarrassment. Get up, I'm alone in the apartment, so you can walk around in a T-shirt. By the way, does your head hurt?

“No…” I moaned, burying my head in the sheet with that very head.

“That’s good,” they patted me on the back, “get up, it’s already late.”

And he left.

“Oh, mom…” I moaned, feeling myself starting to burn with shame.

I remember with horror that there, in the bathroom on the floor, my stockings, panties and bra were left at the same time ... What a nightmare!

Kirk, are you getting up? - Mika's cry was heard from somewhere deep in this far from small apartment.

“No,” I muttered, staying down.

They didn't give me time to be selfish. Mikaella showed up, pulled off my blanket, and then began to complain:

- Kir, well, Kir, get up, otherwise he will kill me.

- Who is he? I keep covering my face with my hands.

"Edward," Micah sat down on the bed with a mournful groan. “They were here yesterday—Ed, Vic, and some others from their senior year, I don’t know them. And then we burst in, you even went to the bathroom, and I, undressing, stomped into the kitchen, and they were there ... everything.

Painfully straining her memory, she tried to remember to what extent Mika managed to undress ... she remembered that her skirt had slipped off in the hallway.

Shaking her head, she looked at her frustrated friend. Michaela gave me a remorseful look, after which she said in a whisper:

“At first they were taken aback, and then Ed jumped up, in a second pulled off his T-shirt, and in the next second he put on me ...

I felt sorry for Miku. It’s a pity, but even sympathy did not stop me from giggling quietly, imagining this picture! That's why he stumbled into the bathroom in his trousers!

“She’s funny,” the friend said indignantly, but she also began to laugh. Then she shared the details: - It’s good that I only managed to unbutton the bodice, but I haven’t taken it off yet. But stockings, garters and our black lace panties...

“Poor men,” I moaned, continuing to make a titanic effort to not laugh too loudly. - How many were there?

- Ten people. Mika suddenly smiled. - You know, Ed is not very angry for some reason, I thought it would be worse.

I just tried not to think about Edward. I have never been so ashamed.

- Let's go have breakfast. - Mika got up, dragged me by the hand. “Let’s go, I’m afraid to go there alone.”

“I’m afraid to go there with you,” I admitted. “Maybe we can get dressed quietly and go back to the dorm, huh?”

– Good idea, but who will let me go without reading notations? Michaela glanced sadly at the door. Kirk, let's go...

I shake my head stubbornly and negatively. Something, but there is no desire to see Edward.

“Well, please, please,” the friend pleaded, and her blue eyes became so pleading.

It always affects me, which Mika shamelessly uses.

I had to get up and stomp after her, most of all dreaming of failing at least somewhere. I didn’t have any underwear, but the T-shirt reached almost to my knees, but this did not stop me from reflexively trying to pull it even lower.

Edward Ddraig's apartment was huge - four bedrooms, two bathrooms, the second had a jacuzzi the size of a small pool, a large living room and a kitchen combined with a dining room. I ended up here for the second time in my life, for the first time, when Mika and I came to the capital at the age of fourteen for a concert of a trendy band and Ed was our nanny for a day. By the way, then, as far as I remember, there was ...

– Good morning, girls, - the same housekeeper joyfully greeted us. Oh, how you have grown!

And while we were embarrassedly answering about our studies and plans for the future, we heard from the kitchen:

- Mika, Kira, have a lively breakfast!

I had to trudge to the kitchen with a view of those doomed to execution.

Without raising my head and looking at the floor with the enthusiasm of an admirer of my own fingers, I went to the table, and sat down in the same way, continuing to study the marble drawing in front of my own nose. Mika, diligently sharing my interest in admiring the floor, also silently sat next to me.

“Question number one,” a cup of coffee was carefully placed in front of each of us, “where did you drink?”

We exchange glances with Mika, but we are stubbornly silent.

- You have two options - either speak for yourself, or I check in which institution money was debited from your cards yesterday.

Mikusey and I looked at each other again, that's something, but we were not going to give Ed access to our cards - as if the money on them was left, however, like the cards.

“The bar by the pier,” Michaela resigned doomedly, “I don’t even remember the name myself, really, Ed.

“Sea Sirens,” I remembered.

It's just that we were just dabbling in beer there, but we were drinking in another institution, where we, minors, were allowed in thanks to fake authorization cards bought for two scholarships from a local database hacking genius. Yes, Mika and I have never been good girls.

A plate sat down on the table in front of me, where an omelet with raisins and cottage cheese pleased the eye, cereals with orange juice were placed in front of Mika. But unlike my friend, I didn’t rush into breakfast.

- I do not like? You loved him as a child. Ed bent down, picked up a fork, picked up a piece of omelette and brought it to my lips. - Try.

With one hand he held the cutlery, with the other he carefully grabbed my chin and turned me to face him. The frightened look of the conscientious alcoholic began to rush about everywhere, diligently avoiding the blue whirlpools opposite. But as soon as I noticed the same sky-blue eyes of Mika, I blushed embarrassedly, because my friend's eyes doubled, demonstrating an extreme degree of surprise.

“Kira,” Ed called affectionately, “Kieran, stop being embarrassed, nothing terrible happened yesterday.

And then Mika fell to the floor. Literally. I reacted to this roar with a frightened cry, but Edward calmly:

“Michaella, regarding your behavior, we will discuss it later!” - And again he turned to me, and again very affectionately: - Cyrus, do I have to wait a long time?

And that's when I ventured to look at Ed. Our eyes met. He smiled, and his eyes warmed, after which they told me sacramentally:

- Hello.

“Hi.” I instantly lower my eyes.

- Shall we have breakfast? Edward asked.

“I can do it myself,” I muttered.

- I had no doubts, - they told me and began to feed corny with a fork.

Having already managed to perch on a chair, Micah crashed again, watching me obediently eat everything that Edward feeds. But this time we both paid no attention to this incident. Exactly until the moment when a gaping void remains on the plate ...

- Liked? Ed sighed, looking at me with a smile.

- Yes ... - True, I hardly caught the taste of the omelet.

“Coffee,” Edward reminded him, and straightened up.

The phone rang. Picking up the intercom, Ed hurried out of the kitchen. As soon as he disappeared into the doorway, Michaela leaned forward with the greed of a starving boa constrictor and hissed:

- What was that now?

Shrugging my shoulders in embarrassment, I decided that the most reasonable thing to do in this situation was to say the following:

- Don't know…

- What? - Mika almost perched on the table. "What's between you two?!" I can see the way he looks at you!

It’s not good for friends to lie, but here it’s such a thing that telling such a thing is even more ugly, and I lied:

– I don’t remember… I don’t remember anything…

And everything would be fine, but then I heard from the door:

- Oh really?

Blushing, I tried to take a sip of my coffee. She burned herself, almost spilling, almost dropped the cup on the table. Edward, swift and fast, managed to catch it, and the coffee did not spill on me. But it would be better if it spilled, even though there would be a reason to escape from the close attention of the blue-eyed family.

“Kir,” Edward squatted down, and his hand moved smoothly from the cup to my hand, “do you remember anything at all?”

- No. But she withdrew her hand.

I jumped up, the chair behind me would have crashed, but Ed intercepted it. Smiling slyly, he slowly got up, returned the chair to its place, and all this without taking his mocking gaze from me.

“Well, well,” he said mysteriously, and again left Mika and me alone.

We listened to the receding steps exactly as long as they were still audible, and after that Mikaella went on the offensive:

“The last thing I remember is you asking for a towel!”

“Instead, for some reason, you went to the kitchen,” I reminded him.

- I wanted to drink. Mika frowned.

– And what happened then?

The friend blushed and whispered:

- Ed put on his T-shirt, threw it over his shoulder and took it to the bedroom ... And as soon as my head touched the pillow, I passed out ... What do you remember?

– Me?.. Ed came… put on a T-shirt… took me to bed… – as if she wasn’t completely lying.

But Mika suspected something. The gaze is fixed, there is a sly expression on the face, and the question is this, with a horseshoe:

“Ki-i-ir, did you really tell me everything?”

I nod silently, but to make it look authentic, I decided to add:

All I remember...

We stood for a while, then Mika suggested:

You are just reading my mind!

- Yeah, let's go look for our clothes.

We found clothes quickly...everything except my underwear. True, I didn’t say anything about Mika’s panties, and we seemed to be looking only for the bodice. Even the housekeeper was attached to the search, but in vain. They found all of Mika's clothes, but mine ... and there weren't even stockings!

- So! Michaela stood in the middle of the corridor. - I'm going to look in the guest room, and you, Cyrus, stomp into Ed's room. If he gave you his T-shirt, maybe you changed there.

- Go there yourself! – I was indignant.

"I can't," the friend admitted ruefully.

- And why is that?

- There for my priests is a very traumatic situation. Come on, we still need to go to the university.

She disappeared into the next room, and I had to knock on Edward's door...

“Ed, can I come in?” I knocked on the door again.

There was a quiet laugh and a calm voice sounded:

- Well, come in.

And I immediately got sick of participating in the search for the lost. I stand in front of the door, remember yesterday and realize that it’s better for me to get out of here like that.

- Kieran, stop standing at the door, I have your panties.

After these words, I resolutely took a step back and generally decided to quietly and peacefully leave, but ... where am I going to go in such attire ?! Deciding to pretend that I didn’t remember anything about yesterday, she carefully opened the door, again looking at her own toes, and timidly entered ...

This morning I had already studied the appearance of my bare feet in every detail and, trying to think of a nail on a small toe, which should have been better tinted, stutteringly asked:

“G-g-give me back my clothes, please… here.

hilarious answer:

- Close the doors.

I closed. As soon as she let go of the handle, something clicked in the mechanism. Forgetting about admiring the floor, she quickly turned to the door, tried to open it, and as a result realized that ...

- Locked!

“Yeah,” Edward agreed enthusiastically, “I set it to internal constipation.

- And how to open it? – without turning to the interlocutor, I asked.

- It's very simple, - quiet laughter, - you need to politely ask the owner of the apartment about it.

Turning around, she looked at the landlord. As soon as our eyes met, Ed said again:

- Hello.

I feel like I'm blushing deeply, and with conversations it somehow didn't work out again.

- Shall we talk? Edward suggested and… took out my own black fishnet panties from his pocket.

And it seemed to me that there was nowhere else to blush!

- Are you silent? - An incredibly attractive guy, in blue jeans and a black T-shirt fitting his muscular torso, with a completely hooligan expression on his face, also pulled out a bra from the desk drawer, and then even stockings. And he folded it all up, but continued to hold the panties in his hand.

It was strange and somehow exciting to see your underwear in his hands. I blushed again.

“Ki-i-ir,” Ed looked at me with a smile, “stop being embarrassed.

I wasn't embarrassed! I turned to the door and began to make frantic attempts to open it ... I did not hear the sound of footsteps, and the realization of what was happening came as soon as Edward's hands slipped to his waist.

“Kieran,” he whispered, “Kira… I liked you for a very long time, Kira.

The heart began to rapidly increase its pace.

“Baby, look at me.

The poor heart muscle, having barely taken acceleration, instantly slowed down ... the feeling that I hear the creaking of tires on asphalt.

- Kieran, my Panterenok, you are so brave ... but now what, are you afraid?

Who's afraid?! I'm afraid?!

She quickly turned around in the ring of his arms and glared at Ed with anger.

“Gotcha,” they told me cheerfully, after which the hero of my childhood fantasies quickly leaned over and took possession of my lips.

The legs decisively took another time-out, because of which the hands had to cling to the only support available - Edward. The heart muscle, cursing its own mistress, again took low start, thoughts rushed after, carried away somewhere into the distance ...

And then there was a dissatisfied voice outside the door:

– Ki-i-ira, where are you?

Ed chuckled, not breaking the kiss, and whispered:

- Will we dedicate a small one? - Since I kept silent, he also made a decision. - All right, let him suffer in obscurity for now. Get dressed, baby.

And they let me go, and Edward, having opened the door, went out into the corridor, and soon they heard a conversation with Mikaella in raised tones.

Hurrying up to the table, I took my things and slipped into my room with Mika. There I discovered that the panties were never returned to me! Finally, pulling short skirt as low as possible, gave herself a vow never to appear on this living space again.

By the time I was dressed, assembled and even had time to make up, I heard how the Entrance door. Then it became quiet again in the apartment, and no one cursed anymore. Stepping carefully, she went out into the corridor and stood. Mikey was not heard. Fearing to run into Edward, I softly called out to her... there was silence in response. She called again, and again with the same success.

With a heavy sigh, I unfasten my sandals on a breathtaking stiletto heels, because only in such shoes we rushed to the next race in the clubs, and, trying to step silently, I go to look for Michaela.

And so I’m walking, cautiously looking into the rooms, I got to the room with Ed’s simulators, carefully look in and suddenly I hear over my ear:

- Gotcha!

One arm wrapped around Edward's waist, the other... the other was under her skirt.

“Ki-i-ir,” the guy drawled, as soon as I began to angrily break out, “the housekeeper had already left, and Mika ran away to the university.

- What?! - I intercepted his other hand, the one that encroached on the most secret, and, continuing to hold the palm of the unresisting Edward, turned to him.

Frankly laughing, he pushed me away from the door, pressed me against the wall and, bending down so that we were almost kissing, whispered:

- Your test ... I contacted the dean, you will be given it. You automatically, Michaela, when she was given a test, which, unlike you, she did not pass. Mika has three hours to retake.

And everything would be fine, but his hands ...

- Ed ... - I was already breathing with difficulty from the surging sensations.

- What? he breathed, taking my pliable lips into sweet captivity.

"Edward, please," I moaned, trying to grab at least one of his overbearing hands. And it seems there are only two of them, but it seems that he has at least six arms.

- What Please"? he sighed, slowly placing his hands on my waist.

“Let me go,” the moan turned out to be somehow uncertain.

- "Let go"? He repeated this after me, grinned and knelt down.

The top flew up, revealing his belly, against which his lips were pressed. And it was so touching and so... wrong. After all, I clearly understood that he put Mika and the housekeeper on purpose, and who else, if not me, would know about the numerous girls of Edward Ddraig.

- Still let go? Ed asked with a laugh. "Do you really think I can do this?"

At that moment, I didn't think about anything. Although, of course, surrendering to a guy like this, from his first attempt, is not what my mother taught ... On the other hand, I definitely was not able to stop him.

“Kieran,” Edward whispered, kissing everything he could reach from a kneeling position, “Kira…

And he reached out successfully, and his lips kissed his thighs for a long time, reaching the edge of the skirt ... But if someone here was against this, it was clearly not me ...

The sharp knock at the door interrupted my long-drawn-out groan and caused Edward to curse quite viciously. But no call could distract us from such an exciting moment as the first sharing of pleasure.

But then the door opened, confident steps were heard, and a cry was heard throughout the apartment:

“Ddraig, we have a flight in an hour!”

In the next second, my skirt returned to its proper place, the topic as well, the bodice was buttoned up, and Ed turned to an overly arrogant visitor, covering himself with himself temporarily insane - me.

- Uh-uh, you're not alone? - mockingly asked the one whom I did not see, being behind the imposing figure of Ed.

“Dame, get in the kitchen and make yourself…tea,” Ed said candidly.

“Maybe I should make myself some coffee?” the visitor mockingly suggested. - It will take a little longer.

“Good idea,” my hero growled.

In response - loud and very mocking laughter and cheerful:

- I'm sorry, I don't want to. And show your sweetheart already, I'm curious who you are hiding so carefully there.

What happened next shocked me!

“Nothing special, Dame. Just… rented a girl for the night,” Edward replied calmly.

And my breath hitched again. This time from resentment, anger, rage and misunderstanding. But there was more anger.

“Mmm,” the intruder drawled, “the baby is obviously good, since you don’t want to let her go in the morning.” Of the expensive ones? Although what I'm talking about, you do not choose others. I'm in the kitchen, you have three minutes.

“An hour until departure,” Ed growled.

- You work with me in pairs, - the stranger calmly objected to him, - it is in my rules to check the ship before starting. Three minutes, Ddraig.

And this same Dame slowly retired. And Edward slowly turned to me. But the words had already been said, and even his guilty look did not change anything.

- Look for whores somewhere else! I hissed furiously.

“Kir…” Ed looked confused.

And there were angry tears in my eyes.

“But now I understand why we won’t tell Michaela anything!” I hissed and tried to leave.

Edward tried to stop him, for which he received - with the edge of his hand on the Adam's apple and a punch in the solar plexus. They called me a panther not only for my green eyes and black hair - I am one of the best in the group in hand-to-hand combat.

When I quickly left the apartment, Ed wheezed on the floor. But as soon as she picked up her sandals and opened the doors, she heard a mocking:

- Not bad.

Turning around, I saw a tall, dark-haired, swarthy "intruder", who was sipping coffee, smiling mockingly and leaning his shoulder against the wall. In response to my angry look, Ed's partner winked cheekily, but, fortunately, didn't say anything. Or to mine. Strange type - too muscular for a local, too smart look for his age and too understanding smirk. There was something… strange about him.

And so I left, pursued by that impudent mocking grin! On that very day, I made two major life decisions:

1. No more zyuzi!

2. No more Edward!

Story one, hangover

This day has been uneventful since morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I did not successfully pass the test, and then, out of grief, we got drunk in zyuzyu. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya, about which it is very, very shameful to remember on the second day.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, stumbled into the apartment of Mikaella's older brother, because it would be stupid to stumble into a hostel in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is out of town, they are in field practice, will return at the end of the week.” And I believed! And so, giggling, we began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me in the residence of her eldest.

And everything would be fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower from the fifth time, and even started to wash, when suddenly somewhere very close it sounded:

“Faulty navigator, the last time I saw those breasts, they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my eyes on Michaela's own and only brother. It was difficult to focus the gaze, and the reason was not so much in the zuze, but in the fact that Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in some sports trousers and with a naked torso, he was a completely amazing picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, blond hair and incredible blue eyes that are burnt out and from that ... Needless to say, I have been almost in love with him since I was eleven years old. Since the first time I saw Mika at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling from the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him ... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let's do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in about six years. Is it going? By the way, I just turned eighteen last week.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, reached out and held the door open, preventing the visitor from entering.

An unhappy voice was heard behind the door:

- Who?! Mika, isn't she the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

- No, - Edward still continued to look at me, - with a girlfriend.

- Yeah. Mika's brother's smile became frankly frivolous.

– Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn't reply to that, but with a meaningful chuckle, he locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by the darkened look, was going to realize quite adult fantasies. Slowly, unhurried somehow, Edward came up to me and ... held out his hand.

- Can you stand up on your own? he asked, holding back a smile.

As if spellbound, I continue to look frightened at Ed, trying to cover myself with my hands.

“Kiran,” he smiled broadly, “Kieran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously. I stood there for ten minutes before I could say a word.

Despite the vapors of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

“Baby,” he gently took my hand, pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, I held it by the waist, as my legs, it seems, decided to take a timeout. - Everything, everything, I'm holding. Now let's wash you, otherwise the cilia on the cheeks for a long time, and lipstick on the chin. By the way, will we wash the head?

I froze in embarrassment, unable to say anything.

- Okay, - his gentle lips touched mine lightly and gently, - we will wash you all.

And the water immediately became warmer.

Everything else seemed like a strange unreal dream, in which they washed me carefully and carefully, barely touching my intimate places, but showering kisses on my shoulders, back, hair ... And at some point I just passed out, either under the influence of alcohol, or because that the shampoo had already been washed off the hair and I was persuaded to open my eyes.

“Kir, I’m dying…” groaned Mika’s hoarse voice.

Considering that her groan had pulled me out of a wonderful dream in which I indulged in hygienic procedures in the company of her older brother, the only answer to Mika's remark was a pillow thrown at her.

“Missed,” my friend replied melancholy, who had long been accustomed to my morning artillery exercises.

The failure was distressing, but not to the point of waking up. Resolutely turning on the other side, I closed my eyes, hoping that the dream with an erotic bias would take pity and return.

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The right of the strongest. Warrior's daughter. Warrior Bride

DAUGHTER OF A WARRIOR, OR CADETS DO NOT GIVE UP

Story one, hangover

This day has been uneventful since morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I did not successfully pass the test, and then, out of grief, we got drunk in zyuzyu. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya, about which it is very, very shameful to remember on the second day.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, stumbled into the apartment of Mikaella's older brother, because it would be stupid to stumble into a hostel in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is out of town, they are in field practice, will return at the end of the week.” And I believed! And so, giggling, we began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me in the residence of her eldest.

And everything would be fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower from the fifth time, and even started to wash, when suddenly somewhere very close it sounded:

A defective navigator, the last time I saw those breasts, they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my eyes on Michaela's own and only brother. It was difficult to focus the gaze, and the reason was not so much in the zuze, but in the fact that Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in some sports trousers and with a naked torso, he was a completely amazing picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, blond hair and incredible blue eyes that are burnt out from that ... Needless to say, I have been almost in love with him since I was eleven years old. Since the first time I saw Mika at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling from the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him ... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let's do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in about six years. Is it going? By the way, I just turned eighteen last week.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, reached out and held the door open, preventing the visitor from entering.

An unhappy voice was heard behind the door:

Who?! Mika, isn't she the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

Nope, - Edward still continued to look at me, - with a girlfriend.

Yeah. - Mika's brother's smile became frankly frivolous.

Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn't reply to that, but with a meaningful chuckle, he locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by the darkened look, was going to realize quite adult fantasies. Slowly, unhurried somehow, Edward came up to me and ... held out his hand.

Can you stand up by yourself? - holding back a smile, he asked.

As if spellbound, I continue to look frightened at Ed, trying to cover myself with my hands.

Kiran, - he smiled broadly, - Kieran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously. I stood there for ten minutes before I could say a word.

Despite the vapors of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

Baby, - he carefully took my hand, pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, I held it by the waist, as my legs, it seems, decided to take a timeout. - Everything, everything, I'm holding. Now let's wash you, otherwise the cilia on the cheeks for a long time, and lipstick on the chin. By the way, will we wash the head?

I froze in embarrassment, unable to say anything.

Okay, - his gentle lips gently and gently touched mine, - we will wash you all.

And the water immediately became warmer.

Everything else seemed like a strange unreal dream, in which they washed me carefully and carefully, barely touching my intimate places, but showering kisses on my shoulders, back, hair ... And at some point I just passed out, either under the influence of alcohol, or because that the shampoo had already been washed off the hair and I was persuaded to open my eyes.

Cyrus, I'm dying ... - groaned Mikin's hoarse voice.

Considering that her groan had pulled me out of a wonderful dream in which I indulged in hygienic procedures in the company of her older brother, the only answer to Mika's remark was a pillow thrown at her.

I missed, - melancholy answered a friend who had long been accustomed to my morning exercises in artillery art.

The failure was distressing, but not to the point of waking up. Resolutely turning on the other side, I closed my eyes, hoping that the dream with an erotic bias would take pity and return.

But the dream did not return. Even when, groaning and cursing yesterday's twelfth cocktail, which was obviously superfluous, Mika got up and left the room. Moreover, just when she came out, I suddenly felt very unwell ... Because the door in our room creaks so disgustingly, but now there was no creaking!

And that could only mean one thing - we're not in a hostel!

Further worse. A quiet sound of footsteps, someone sat down next to my bed, after which the T-shirt was slightly pulled down from my shoulder, pulling the fabric, and the lips that I so shamelessly dreamed of all night began to gently kiss, and then Ed's voice rang out:

Baby, how are you? No headache? Would you like some coffee?

The events of last night began to gain clarity, bringing an incredible realization - it seems that the erotic dream was not a dream at all. This was confirmed by a cheerful laugh, and then an affectionate:

Kieran, you don't sleep - when you sleep, you don't blush with embarrassment. Get up, I'm alone in the apartment, so you can walk around in a T-shirt. By the way, does your head hurt?

No ... - I moaned, with this very head buried in the sheet.

That's good, - they patted me on the back, - get up, it's already late.

And he left.

Oh, mom ... - I moaned, feeling myself starting to burn with shame.

I remember with horror that there, in the bathroom on the floor, my stockings, panties and bra were left at the same time ... What a nightmare!

Cyrus, are you getting up? - there was a cry from Miki from somewhere deep in this far from small apartment.

No, - I muttered, remaining lying down.

They didn't give me time to be selfish. Mikaella showed up, pulled off my blanket, and then began to complain:

Kir, well, Kir, get up, otherwise he will kill me.

Who is he? I keep covering my face with my hands.

Edward, - Mika sat down on the bed with a sorrowful groan. - They were here yesterday - Ed, Vic and some others from their senior year, I don't know them. And then we burst in, you even went to the bathroom, and I, undressing, stomped into the kitchen, and they were there ... everything.

Painfully straining her memory, she tried to remember to what extent Mika managed to undress ... she remembered that her skirt had slipped off in the hallway.

Shaking her head, she looked at her frustrated friend. Michaela gave me a remorseful look, after which she said in a whisper:

At first they were taken aback, and then Ed jumped up, in a second pulled off his shirt, and in the next second he put it on me ...

I felt sorry for Miku. It’s a pity, but even sympathy did not stop me from giggling quietly, imagining this picture! That's why he stumbled into the bathroom in his trousers!

It's funny to her, - the friend was indignant, but she also began to laugh. Then she shared the details: - It's good that I only managed to unbutton the bodice, but I haven't taken it off yet. But stockings, garters and our black lace panties...

Poor men,” I moaned, continuing to make a titanic effort to not laugh too loudly. - How many were there?