Men can be sweet too.

That day, I slept more cozily than ever. Perhaps the window opened at the right time or the bed linen changed the day before made me lounge in bed until 11 a.m. I heard my girl roommates getting ready to go somewhere, unsuccessfully trying to wake me, while I lay quietly and thought about my life, which was about to change for the better very soon.

Today, as usual, I wanted to be alone, as a crowd of acquaintances always only irritated me. It was in a crowd that no one noticed me anymore, and I so wanted to be seen. I didn't like the local hangouts with boys from our dorm, which usually ended,

as a rule, with some kind of showdowns and sighs in the corners of the dorm, so among my classmates I had a reputation as a prude, meekly waiting for her prince.

Even as an applicant, I had made up that I had a boyfriend serving in the army, and I had promised to wait for him. This version somehow quietly carried over into my first year, and practically no one bothered me, and if someone did try, they received the appropriate universal rebuff and condemnation. At first, it amused me, sometimes scared me a little, but mostly — it thrilled me with the thought that I was the best, the very best for them. Only no one knew what was really going on in my soul.

Very often, alone, I wandered through exhibitions, theaters, stadiums, looking for that one, at the sight of whom my head would spin. Sometimes a single minute was enough for me to enjoy his presence and then remember him for a long time and imagine the most diverse life situations.

Today I didn't know where I would go, but I knew exactly what I would wear. I had bought myself a very thin blouse a long time ago and hadn't dared to wear it to the university; it was too revealing for that. But today this blouse completely matched my mood. I noted to myself how good it was that everyone had left the walls of our dear dorm so early — otherwise there would have been many questions.

Unexpectedly, my brand new panties with a raspberry in the most interesting place caught my eye, and I also, slightly embarrassed, struggled to pull them over my butt.

The day was sunny, and I really wanted to be outdoors somewhere. I remembered that I hadn't been to the zoo for a long time, and the metro quickly took me to Krasnaya Presnya. I understood very well that it was difficult to meet a man from "beautiful dreams" at the zoo, but at the same time, it was all so casual and completely safe. The sunny weather was very suitable for long walks and revealing, enticing clothing. There were a lot of people at the zoo, but everyone seemed to be with their families. Soon I began to understand that my revealing outfit didn't arouse even the slightest interest in anyone, as there were too many like me. I had almost decided to leave, but suddenly I noticed a small family, or rather, its head, who had so unexpectedly appeared from around the corner.

In the fit man, one could sense some extraordinary breeding, and the tight-fitting light T-shirt and shorts only emphasized his masculine virtues. True, a tight belly stood out a bit, but it didn't spoil him at all. He was continuously filming his family with a camera and noticed nothing around him. I was completely satisfied with this situation. I could calmly walk nearby, come very close to him, and still remain completely unnoticed.

I began to imagine various situations, as if he had noticed me and even taken my hand. But all this was nothing more than dreams, as his companion, most likely his wife with three children, was nearby.

At the first moment, when I just saw this tall uncle, I stopped in my tracks, but immediately realized that one shouldn't stare so openly at a strange man, so I began to glance at him occasionally, just enough to fuel my secret emotions. I even imagined myself completely in his power. I really wanted that if anyone was to be the first, it would definitely be someone like Him. Now his bulging forms didn't scare me. And none of the people around seemed to think of paying attention to this specimen. I very much hoped that such a man would not cause me any physical pain, and if there was any, it would definitely be drowned in the joy of communicating with him.

— Well, why do such hens," I thought, looking at his companion, "get such men?

The longer I watched him, the more it ached in my lower belly. I even tried to lean a little on the railing, pressing my front tightly against them to feel the hardness and warmth of at least the wood warmed by the sun. My secret desires were somehow noticed by two slightly drunk guys, and immediately, passing by, they "clicked" their childish lips.

And then happened what I could only dream of. Kissing the smallest, probably, daughter, the man waved his hand to his brood and headed for the exit. I stopped breathing, but immediately found the strength to quickly follow him. Although he walked very leisurely, in my little heels I could barely keep up with him. To me, he alone, without his family, seemed completely different. Now he was paying attention to attractive women, even looking back after them; now they were also glancing at him furtively, which further inflamed and excited me. I was very afraid that I wouldn't be able to control my emotions if he approached someone.

Leaving the park, I almost lost sight of him, and at that time he stopped at a stall and was buying water. And only thanks to his height did he again come into my field of vision.

I saw him approaching a huge jeep. In my head

a desperate thought flashed — now or never. I rushed to the car as soon as he slightly opened the door.

 — "Sir, excuse me, are you going via the Garden Ring?" I was counting exclusively on a positive answer because there simply was no other direction.

The man looked me up and down in surprise, but didn't have time to answer because I beat him to it: "I only need to go to the nearest metro, you see, I really need to." He again didn't have time to agree or object because I was already opening the front doors and trying to get into the car. He looked at me somewhat condescendingly, glanced around, and, as if playing along with my speed of decision-making, quickly slammed the doors behind him. I immediately settled in next to him. Inserting the keys, he spoke to me for the first time: "Were wolves chasing you?... Or are you late for something?"

I, turning into an obedient lamb and thinking up an answer on the go, whispered with difficulty: "Wolves... but not a pack, just one."

— Did he see which car you got into?

The question was more than clear, and I answered yes.

— I wouldn't have passed you by either," he said with some mockery, assessing my revealing blouse. I pretended to understand everything and, unsuccessfully trying to cover my bare knees with a suddenly very shortened skirt, cooed very modestly: "Well, it's hot.

The man understood everything but, as if hearing a hint, turned the air conditioner on full blast. The stream of air was directed so powerfully in my direction that I didn't even realize what had happened, but only my light, unruly skirt, like a parachute, filled with air and flew up. I began to quickly adjust it, simultaneously feeling awkward and resentful towards my neighbor. But this was a game, and there, far, far away, behind seven seals, I forgave him everything, experiencing an extraordinary state from the fact that he was nearby. After all, just recently he had been leading his family around the zoo, filming everything, carrying huge trays in a cafe, and not paying any attention to some girl. And now, leisurely placing his huge muscular hands on the steering wheel, he was driving dashingly, paying attention not only to the road but also to me.

— Are you studying somewhere?

— Yes.

— Probably a straight-A student?

— Why are you asking me that?

— You walk alone, without girlfriends; one could disappear without a trace like that.

— But I'm not afraid of anyone, and if something happens... well, you helped me.

— I helped, but others...

— But I wouldn't have asked others. It seems to me that strong men never hurt a girl.

I noticed that he switched the air conditioner to a moderate mode.

— It seems you needed the metro?" he asked, passing another station.

— Yes, I need the metro, any one, I'm like a fish in water there.

His mobile phone rang, and I was glad that he would pass one more station, not daring, if he was talking to his wife, to provoke himself with a conversation with me.

— In about three or four hours, the traffic here is crazy," he muttered into the phone, glancing at me conspiratorially. "You'll manage on your own, you won't wilt," he continued confidently.

I, as if I had known him all my life, began to guess where he was going, but I didn't have to suffer for long because, turning off the phone, he explained everything himself: "Will you come with me to the dacha? Help water the garden. You're not in a hurry anywhere, are you?!"

Choking more from joy than from excitement, I, after a pause, looked at him in surprise.

— We'll rest a little, sit...

I grabbed my purse and, opening it slightly, began to rummage in it as if looking for keys. It wasn't particularly difficult for him to glance at the simple contents of my purse, and he, understanding my actions in his own way, said through his teeth: "Didn't find it? And you won't. You're not a prostitute, but a good girl. If you want — we'll buy a sack of that rubber rubbish for you at the first lamppost."

— I was checking where I left the keys to the room, my girls..." I didn't finish.

He braked sharply: "Want some ice cream?"

I answered as if on command: "Yes."

Opening the car door slightly, he called over a street vendor: "Two of the biggest and tastiest ice creams and good candies." The vendor quickly delivered his order.

— Do you like candies too?" — and he, casually opening the glove compartment, shoved a large box in there.

I held two ice creams in both hands in confusion, and he, paying no attention to this, drove on dashingly. My awkward situation finally got through to him, and he pulled over to the side of the road.

— Want to eat?

I nodded affirmatively and tried to return the second portion to him, to which I got: "That's for you too."

No matter how hard I tried to eat my portion quickly, the second one had thoroughly melted and was running down my hands. The man, apparently very concerned about the cleanliness of his car, immediately reacted and, reaching to the back seats, pulled out some kind of cushion from there. I understood that all this was being done to keep the expensive seat upholstery clean, and I lifted myself slightly, giving him the opportunity to place the cushion under me.

— Is that comfortable?

I nodded in agreement.

Looking at both my hands occupied with ice cream, he leaned over the particularly melted one and bit it so that half of it remained.

— Aren't you afraid I'll eat you along with the ice cream?" he asked, chewing slowly.

— No, not at all afraid," — and I offered him the remaining half.

Grabbing it with his huge mouth, he again reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a whole pack of tissues. I began to wipe my hands with them, noticing "interesting" intimate pictures on the packaging.

Sensing my slight embarrassment, he boomed: "Well, how do you like the smell? Doesn't it blow your mind?"

I cautiously took one of the tissues and brought it to my face. The smell was amazing.

Looking at him and asking with my eyes if I could wipe my face with them, I received his approving nod.

Making sure I had thoroughly refreshed myself, he turned the package over and pushed it towards me. On the package was depicted a male member being carefully wiped with a tissue with the participation of slender female fingers. From somewhere above came a rough voice: "Yes, yes, they are intended for these purposes too."

I perceived his words as a verdict not subject to appeal.

One of his hands confidently lay on the steering wheel, and the other — slowly pulled down the zipper of his tight shorts.

— Ever tried salty ice cream with cream?

I deliberately stared at him in feigned fright. I understood that his proposal now bordered on treating me like an ordinary prostitute. Moreover, I was sure that if a man made me do this, he would never kiss me on the lips. And I so wanted romance, for what I had planned — to definitely happen. I hadn't yet enjoyed the fact that I could sit next to him in this expensive car, ask for anything, but still know exactly how it would all end.

I, with all my might, rose on the seat and, grabbing his powerful neck with one hand, carefully touched his cheek with my lips: "I've never, never been with anyone before..."

My words outwardly had no effect on him, as if the man dealt with immaculate girls every day. However, after a while, he stopped the car and carefully lowered his hand onto my stomach.

— You say it's the first time?" — and his experienced hand was already on my thin panties. Seeing the red berry on them, he continued: "Did you prepare this for me too?

Pulling down my panties, he so carelessly brought them to his nose that I was overcome with excitement — today they had become wet for the umpteenth time and dried again.

— Clean!" — and his fingers reached into the very heat. "Why are you so tense, as if I'm going to swallow you, like... ice cream. Let me check." I relaxed slightly with visible fear, allowing him to touch the intimate place only a little.

I had dreamed for so long for This to happen to me, and for no one to know about it. This luxurious car with tinted windows separated me from the whole world, and next to me was the one I had chosen myself.

The man seemed to read my thoughts, especially since it didn't take much effort for him to part my legs.

— You really are a girl — a virgin, I felt you, now you get acquainted with mine. What? Don't want to?" Everything that my chosen man was so rich in tumbled out of his shorts. It was a veritable double of its owner.

— I only saw that in childhood on little boys," — not very plausible words flew out of my mouth.

Noticing this, the man, confidently holding his goods in one hand, lowered me to the ground: "What? And you've never watched porn? Sometimes pretty good specimens are found there too. Well, what? Have you watched?"

I was embarrassed and, lowering my eyes, stared again at his powerful member.

— So, you have watched, and then under the blanket you rubbed against the mattress until you got off.

I felt as if a string had snapped inside me.

I felt even more clearly the end of the celebration for myself and, forcing a smile, asked: "I need to..."

— Then let's go together, I also want to unload before this business," came the reply.

I looked at him pleadingly and asked him to let me do it alone.

— Yes, I understand, just take plenty of tissues.

I grabbed my purse and quickly headed towards the forest. As soon as I felt I was at a decent distance from the road, I kicked off my sandals and ran deep into the forest. I was afraid to look back