What U do to me

Another party my friends dragged me to. I don't know how much I wanted to chill out and forget about my ex-girlfriend, who couldn't live without me, and I was simply tired of being in a relationship (especially with her), or how much I was just trying to remember what it's like to party with people I hadn't seen since high school graduation. The club was one of those in Krakow that everyone knows about. And since my friends knew the owners, why not? The best booths, the best drinks, beer straight from the water at a discount, a DJ who knew what to play; all he had to do was see the right face smiling his way... life, not death! The whole crew was sitting on a large leather couch in the VIP section. I don't remember why we stood in our jackets for a long time, performing some kind of greeting ritual. Then I recognized her. Walking between us toward her friend, she inevitably brushed against us. Me. I smelled her perfume, something incredibly expensive, at least that's the impression I got. She stood. Between us. Between guys she didn't know at all. She turned her head and looked into my eyes.

"Real rabbits, right?" For the first few seconds, I couldn't understand what she meant. Only then did I remember the lining of my jacket.

"Yes..." I was about to introduce myself, ask my friends who she was, since she was sitting with them, but she casually brushed past Piotrek and sat down, sipping a beer.

I liked her. She wasn't tall, quite the opposite. A brunette, with big, blue eyes. She had a nice ass, at least in those pants. And her breasts... the perfect size. Or so I thought, although maybe it was the ample cleavage at the time...

It turned out she was a very good friend of one of my friends. The subject of this girl came up by accident; I really had no control over it! Rafał described her in glowing terms. No flaws. Honest, dedicated, brilliant, optimistic yet realistic, always cheerful, fond of talking, but you could trust her. Funny, she mostly jokes about herself, mainly about her small stature and clumsiness. But when necessary, she's completely serious, doesn't take offense, knows when to stop and when to start. She's always there for her friends when they need her, no matter the time, day, or event... a party is empty without her; she can dance for hours, and she even does it well... I imagined how she must move, and to find out, all I had to do was walk onto the dance floor... Only after a while did it start to seem like I'd heard something similar about someone.

"...yes, she goes to the same high school we went to..." Rafał added, sipping his beer.

"Wait a minute...isn't that Bee?" I asked uncertainly. Rafał laughed.

"I've been talking about her since the beginning..." He actually introduced her as Agnieszka. She was better known as Bee. A so-called legend. Legendary people are those who everyone has heard of, and when they meet in person, they feel like they've known each other for ages.

And I finally met Bee. The one I always laughed at, because how could a sixteen-year-old give advice to eighteen-year-old guys? How could she be friends with them normally, not have crushes on them, and know them so well? But those were the old days. We were all older now. And I still wanted to laugh, but at her friends. Because personally, I couldn't be friends with such a hot chick... ;]

"Nice jacket," she said at one of the next parties. I kept going to them for her. At least ever since. "Actually, that fur coat, it's so cute..." she winked, stroking the lining of the aforementioned jacket she held on her lap.

"Simple..." I replied in my own way, reaching for the mug.

"This might sound silly, but I'd love to take off my clothes and feel that rabbit fur on my naked body..." she said with a twinkle in her eye. Normally, I'd take it as a flirtation, but she was simply expressing her thoughts. Of course, that didn't change the fact that I used all my willpower not to choke on my beer. Her naked body in only my jacket...

Another party. She couldn't come. I'd lost the will to party. Then a series of others, either me with unrepresentative friends, or with my ex... it's hard to maintain a relationship under such circumstances.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, sitting down next to Bee and Piotrek. I'd had enough to not have to worry about the others.

"About favorite positions," she replied briefly, smiling disarmingly.

"So what did you come up with?" Silence. "Piotr, I know that, but do you prefer top or bottom?" – I thought she'd turn it all into a joke.

– The guy should be the dominant one, after all, you have to be in charge somewhere, right? – they both laughed. – But seriously, what about "top" or "bottom"… from behind is best…

– Really? – Piotrek and I both felt a sudden rush of heat. At least I think so…

– Is that bad…? – she asked uncertainly, putting on a fake, innocent face.

– No, it's just… I finish this way the fastest. Which doesn't change the fact that I also like this one the most. – Bee smiled after my comment.

– And your biggest erotic fantasy? Fulfilled or unfulfilled… – I knew she didn't like beer with juice. But always through a straw. And she doesn't smoke. Although she couldn't imagine a guy not smoking after sex. She told me too.

– All of mine… well, almost all of them I fulfilled. And I don't want to talk about it because it's between me and my ex… – I said with the utmost sincerity. Piotrek capitulated. – And yours?

- On the train... - she looked into my eyes as if it was a challenge.

"On the train...? In the restroom?

" "No, just..." Another sip of beer. Jesus, she turned me on!

"I heard you were in demand.

" "Depends on what..." I winked knowingly. Another outing together. Another one just for her.

"One of the few who supposedly says no to girls who only want sex..." I knew Piotrek had blurted something out because he was sitting next to her again. They were talking again. I felt a strange twinge in my stomach at the thought of something happening between them. He wasn't the guy for her!

"It's even true, to be honest...

" "Sure...

" "Really. Four... five girls, 'Michał, you're fucking turning me on, fuck me,' I brushed it off..." I replied truthfully.

"Mhm, but 'Michał, let's go to my place for an hour' isn't..." She burst out laughing along with Piotrek. That it was also with my best friend, who knew everything..."

"You're good." Really, okay," I said. Piotrek got up to get a beer.

"What do your parents do?" she asked, changing the subject dramatically.

"My mom stays at home, dad runs a business.

" "What business?" she looked at her with those big eyes over her drink or juice, or rather, leftovers.

"Dairy, milk products... stuff like that.

" "Jogobella?!!" She started laughing, I didn't really know why.

"Well, not really, because that... never mind, too." She fished a lemon out of her glass and ate it. Then she did the same with the ice. "And what do you want to do after graduation?"

"When I'm 'big and mature'..." I smiled, and she suddenly leaned in my direction. She touched the tip of my ear with her ice-cold tongue and whispered sensually, "...Jogobella fruit..."

It was hard to understand how we ended up in my apartment. Somehow, instead of heading towards her bus stop, we headed here. She sat on a high bar stool at the counter separating the kitchen from the living room.

We had some drinks, but I think it was just out of principle, just to keep us busy. Then she put on a CD of atmospheric music (I didn't even know I had any...), looked at the snow falling outside the window for a moment, and then asked,

"Shall we dance, bartender?"

And we danced for a while. My ex never had such ideas, even when she was hitting on me. Now I felt some magic, a pull, a fascination...

She slowly pulled me into the bedroom. Her lips brushed my neck. I closed my eyes; such things don't happen. And even if they did, they couldn't end well.

I tangled my hands in her hair, briefly surrendering to her caresses, then gently lifted her head by the chin and began to savor her lips. She smelled of alcohol and her perfume (Chanel "Chance"). I wanted to strip her of her clothes as quickly as possible, to watch her lie in my bed, completely naked and dependent on me. She, on the other hand, began to unbutton my shirt. Her fingers were cold, which, contrary to appearances, felt very pleasant. I decided not to lag behind – I slipped my hands under her blouse and felt the lace on her bra. I suspected it was black, though Bee was never one for stereotypes. I kissed her passionately, enjoying the moment, though I was probably as impatient as she was. She pushed my hands away and removed her top. The bra was red, which made me feel even hotter. Then, standing a short distance away, she unbuttoned her own jeans and pulled them down as well. A matching thong and bra.

"I can feel you devouring me with your eyes... I'm already that 'extra large Jogobella fruit'..." she whispered. I smiled. As usual, she was right.

She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I felt her breath on my chest, her long hair tickling my stomach as she stood so close. She jerked her head up and, with a suspicious smile, pushed me onto the bed. I had to submit to her, at least for a moment longer.

She knelt over me, running her hands over my torso. I reached out, too, but before I could touch her magnificent breasts, she pulled away and removed her bra herself. The sight of her almost naked body exceeded my wildest dreams. If I could, I would probably take pictures of these magnificent sights, or even make a video right away, which would play over and over again instead of TV commercials... not even commercials, all the other programs...! So I couldn't wait any longer. With a quick movement, I switched our bodies, so that now she was lying beneath me. I sucked violently into her neck, then, lower and lower, into her breasts. They were perfect, exactly as they should be – they fit in my hands, felt good, and tasted sweet. At least to me.

I felt beads of sweat on my forehead, but her body was also damp with sweat. It gleamed in the light from the streetlights outside the window. I felt her hands in my hair, heard her quickened breathing. At one point, she moaned softly, or maybe I imagined it. But at that moment, it didn't matter – encouraged, I reached lower, feeling her magnificent stomach, and then the fabric of her thong. She shivered. I lifted my head to see her face – now her eyes, which had been closed until then, were wide open. Yet, it seemed she saw nothing; her gaze was very blurry.

I ran my tongue over her flat stomach, which also seemed to me to be the most beautiful belly I'd ever licked. I reached her navel. This time I was sure she moaned. At the same time, she lifted her hips slightly, but in the position we were in, the movement was very noticeable to me. I quickly stripped her of the last article of clothing. She surprised me again. I couldn't remember any other woman tasting me so good. She smelled so good. I only knew one thing – whoever invented long foreplay hadn't dealt with a woman. Especially not one like this! I thought to myself that the night was still young, and she probably wasn't in a hurry to get home. We always have plenty of time. Our faces met again. She kissed wonderfully, as if she knew all the best tricks, as if she could read my mind!

I could feel her touching me through my boxers. She even smiled as she took in the situation. She must have liked what she found there.

"Let's get to work, master..." she said, looking me in the eye defiantly while helping me remove my underwear.

And again, she was perfect. Tight enough, like a virgin, yet she knew what to do. Of course, she could only have theoretical knowledge from Lady of the House and Cosmo, never mind. The important thing is that she was wonderful.

I don't know if she faked an orgasm. If so, she could do it every day, instead of saying "good morning" or "good night" on the phone. I tried to make it last longer. But when I felt her nails digging into my back (and, as I've never liked it, it turned me on even more), I relaxed.

"You were..." she began, catching her breath, "...you obviously drank a lot of milk..." she added, laughing at me and looking at what was between my legs. "And besides, you know how to use it." She stroked me lightly and kissed me passionately on the lips.

She fell asleep first, nestled against me as if we were a couple in love. Honestly? I couldn't tell then if I hadn't already fallen in love with her. I wasn't tired. I preferred to look at her, memorizing every detail. As if to convince myself it wasn't all a dream. The most beautiful dream of my life. I wondered why you didn't meet girls like her when you weren't dealing with your exes? Why couldn't you learn everything you needed to know about sex from girls like her?

That night was still long. Winter. The longest of the year. December 22nd. If we fell asleep, it was only for a moment. Until then, I'd thought I knew everything there was to know about bed. It turned out I didn't. She was equally good on top, from the side, from the back, from the front, at handicrafts, and her lips were warm too. Where had she learned that? After all... my God, she was only 18! Out of this world. A blast. I just wanted her to stay with me as long as possible.

"What are you doing..." I asked, looking at my watch (it was 16) and at her, standing in front of the mirror. In my jacket…

"I'm fulfilling my dream," she replied, turning and looking around. In fact, only now did I remind them both that she wanted to feel the rabbits on her naked body. I stood up and stood behind her to get a better look.

"And how?

" "Wonderful." I slowly unzipped her zipper. She was wearing nothing underneath. And she looked divine.

"You're beautiful..." I buried my face in her fragrant hair. I kissed her neck, and she surrendered completely.

"And what do you like most...?" she asked again, looking in the mirror. Standing behind her, I gently slipped off her jacket and then placed my hands on her head.

"This..." I saw her curious expression. "...too, but I think there's something better..." Now my hands cupped her breasts—they're gorgeous, but..." I carefully examined the line of her waist and hips, standing on her buttocks. "...I like this the most..."

We couldn't say anything more. This time we tested every room in the apartment. And the furniture. It's amazing what a bar can be used for...

And then it was Christmas. I spent Christmas Eve with my ex. She asked for another chance. After a while, she begged. Finally, she burst into tears, saying that Christmas is a time for miracles. I couldn't refuse her. I only hoped Bee wouldn't mind... We slept together then, in the same bed, on the same sheets. I couldn't even imagine it was Bee. Even though everything smelled of her (it was amazing that my ex-present didn't smell it. Or maybe she did, but just didn't want to?).

"Hello, Bee..." I kissed her on the cheek. Finally. After New Year's Eve, after my session, after her winter break... we saw each other again. "We haven't talked in ages. Why aren't you replying to my texts, huh?" I tried to sound casual, but I was truly furious that she ignored me.

"Because you shouldn't be writing them to me, babe," she replied. There was no sarcasm, no irony… she simply stated a fact. I was desperately craving her. I smelled her perfume. Even though my girlfriend bought herself a very similar one, it would always remind me of Bee.

"Marta begged me a lot, habit, tears… holidays… you know how…

" "Don't explain, I know." She looked into my eyes as she sipped banana juice from a glass. If she pulled out the ice now and did what she did then… I felt incredibly hot. If she really knew, then… another huge plus. For one quickie with her, here on this sofa, or in the club bathroom, I would leave my own girlfriend, who was standing at the bar buying me a beer (naive!), behind.

"What do you know?" Piotrek suddenly interjected, fortunately having only heard the last sentence of our conversation.

"That you love some girls and sleep with others." She put down her glass and walked toward the dance floor. Piotrek looked at me questioningly. He didn't understand. I, on the other hand, couldn't take my eyes off her. She was damn right about what she said. I regretted it, but I had to agree.

And then something incredible happened. She turned to us and, looking me straight in the eyes, pleaded:

"So what are you waiting for...?" "Should I love her?" I'm not saying it's impossible, but we barely knew each other... I guess she knew I didn't understand, so she looked at my girlfriend. "I'm waiting in the booth on the left."