two nights

The rest of the day passed without incident until evening. The guys just stayed in the room, talking about life and trying to listen to the music playing softly on one of the phones. It was possible to try to turn on the music on two phones at the same time, but they did not have such enthusiasm for this fun as in their childhood. The internet here was extremely poor, and the music would stop playing from the smartphone speakers every now and then, leaving the room in silence. It wasn't loud, more like background music, and occasionally the guys would sing along to it. Armin loved the few moments when Annie started singing. The girl certainly did it beautifully, but sometimes held back those impulses. Arlert, on the other hand, wasn't much of a singer, but he enjoyed doing it. Especially if the song suited his inner state. It was beginning to get dark on the farm. A general banquet was scheduled for the evening, with delicious appetizers, a charismatic host, and a mass celebration. “Give me some time" Annie asked carefully, as if shy, and reached into her bag, pulling out a small cosmetic bag. It was tiny, like a school pencil case. But it held everything she needed to apply light makeup. Another song played from the speakers. Annie put powder on a lush brush and began to gently and quickly apply it to her cheeks, waving the brush and quietly singing along to the lyrics. “It hurts and I want to overdose....” “ My scrotum is a pendulum and music is hypnosis.” “Young men voluntarily give me their money…” “Young people, I don't know what the fuck they're talking about.” They sang to each other in unison, getting into the words and playing with their voices, making the timbre higher and lower. The guy was awkward enough, his voice breaking into a wheeze and an unpleasant sigh. But the girl's voice was divine: years of vocal training and tutoring, where she helped young children find the same great voice, spoke for themselves. When Leonhart had applied a light powder, she switched to eyeshadow, poking carefully with a pencil. “Will you put something under my eyes?” Annie tore her gaze away from the palette mirror and looked at the boy, assessing what would suit him. The question wasn't a surprise to her. They often dabbled like this. And usually Armin was the one who initiated it. “Pick a color.” Armin moved his gaze from one color to another. All of them were bright enough that he didn't like them. He wanted, on the contrary, to add a pinch of austerity and style to his clothes. So he settled on a color that reminded him of the bags under his eyes. Without saying anything, the companion reapplied the powder on the brush and began to tickle the guy's cheeks. “What's that for?” “To make the shadows look organic.” When she applied it, she didn't look at Arlert's eyes at all, concentrating on his skin: looking at the bumps, small scars from pimples and a small layer of stubble that had already grown. But he didn't take his eyes off her pupils, watching them run. When Armin went a little pale, Annie began to gently poke under the man's eyelids, eliciting involuntary chuckles from the tickling. “Don't laugh" Leonhart asked in a half-whisper, and the boy pulled himself together as much as possible, poking at the ceiling with a goofy grin. She finished quickly enough. Armin admired the result in the bathroom mirror. “It looks good on me.” “Yes!” The girl thought that she would makeup for at least an hour, but it took literally twenty minutes to make her face sharper, to highlight her eyes with eyeliner and shadow, and to color her lips and their contours in a dark red light. When she applied the bright shade, she immediately smacked the guy's lips, leaving a small trace on his lips. And with her own hands she carefully wiped the trace off her lips. Taking her clothes to change, Annie went into the restroom and closed herself in there, while Armin began to put on his. He threw on a black corduroy shirt, softly covering his entire torso. It was cold outside, so he had to pull a t-shirt under it. Armin started to pull the thick buttons through the narrow holes, but left the top one undone, because the makeup emphasized his neck. Then he smoothly put on a pair of wide black pants. And almost immediately Annie stepped out of the bathtub. The usual baggy style was gone. Now she wore a long silk dress of dark red on her naked body. It was the same color as the lipstick on her lips. The straps ran down her bare, sharp shoulders, which still showed acne. But the bulging collarbones looked appetizing and eerily graceful. It fitted smoothly and went all the way down to her hips. It was so unusual to see the designer pleats encircling the matchless waist and ending at the breasts. She looked very... feminine in it. Even though Armin loved her sweaters with sweatshirts, but her eyes lit up seeing it now. “Wow... that's a yes..." Armin muttered surprised, but still picked his jaw up off the floor. That one pulled his passive by the waist and squeezed her hips, crumpling her dress a little. - You don't know how it suits you. Armin kissed the girl again, and the lipstick mark imprinted anew. Leonhart gave an embarrassed and muffled laugh as she wiped away the results of her work. After some time, they exited and began walking down towards the banquet hall. Outside, snow was piling up, showering the trees and roads. They were already slippery, but now they were also difficult to walk on. Armin had to hold the girl under his arm to keep her from falling off in her small heels. It wasn't a long walk, and soon enough they found themselves in a warm room where the spirit of festivity and delicious appetizers was in the air. A bunch of people walked into the spacious room, lined with a tiled floor and many marble columns as white as the snow outside the window. Silk translucent curtains covered the view of the windows, leaving the visitors just there - in the atmosphere of the feast. As they entered, Annie caught a lot of stares from people who were clearly older than her - all thanks to her chic outfit. As Armin held her hand, they reached their table before they knew it. He pulled out a chair for her and then sat down next to her. Snacks were already waiting on it, and the table itself was decorated with artificial flowers. After sitting down, the guys waited for a while. Armin drank the morsels that were already waiting on the table, and the girl sat modestly, so as not to get drunk too soon. And yet after a while they opened the alcohol and started to drink it under the soft music in the hall. By this time even the most unpunctual guests had arrived at the party. Annie picked up a bottle of Martini, but missed a little bit.... “ Bitch, it's dry.” “Champagne?” “ Yeah...I don't like it.” “ Then don't drink it.” “ No, no, no. I want to get drunk. It wouldn't be New Year's Eve! And you should, too" she said with a sly smile and poured some champagne for the guy. The guy sipped it, and he generally liked the taste, though it left a bitterness in his throat. So they continued drinking until the hostess came out into the hall and started having interactive conversations and cracking various pranks. They might have been fun enough for the older people, but Leonhart and Arlert could only giggle a little at them. She came up to them a couple times as well, asking some questions that confused the girl, but didn't bother them anymore. The guy didn't pay attention to the host anymore, just looked at his girlfriend, who was visibly starting to get drunk. The only thing that made him concentrate again on the show was the dancers who started to entertain the hall. They looked good enough and moved beautifully. All the movements are clear, sharp and synchronized. The dancers were adorned with black tight dresses; half of them had dragon masks and the other half had translucent fabrics with lights. All of them were putting on the Dragon Dance. And despite how they looked, they couldn't compare to the harmony that Annie radiated. The dance did not last long. After finishing their number, the girls left, and the host continued the conversation, asking people for their opinions about the dance, while the couple finished their delicious appetizers. Annie was gradually drinking, but Armin paused for a while. And the girl was already visibly intoxicated, so she became more cheerful. And so the hours approached midnight. “I can't believe that in fifteen minutes it's already New Year's Eve..." Annie said. “ I know what you mean. It's going to take a long time to get used to that fact.” “ It's scary... it's been such a fucking year. But it ended well. I can't imagine what the next one will bring.” Armin put his arm around the girl's waist. “Don't be afraid. I'll be with you the whole time.” Leonhart smiled, pressing her lips together and looking deep into her companion's eyes. She trusted him. “Thank you, Armin.” “Thank you too.” The clock was definitely moving faster than usual. Or maybe the two boys had lost their sense of time. Three minutes passed in one, the hands were ahead of the sound, as if they were in a hurry to turn another chapter of the story and start writing a new one. A new year. “ Long live the new year!” shouted the presenter, and at that moment there was a lot of clapping in the hall because of opening champagne bottles. The couple had already opened theirs, so they refreshed the drinks in their glasses and drank them in a volley, having previously clinked. Five minutes after the new year was announced, the celebration began. Loud and pop music was playing throughout the hall, which could be boring for everyone, but it was hard not to sing along to it, let alone dance. After a couple of songs the girl took the guy to the dance floor. The girl had never danced, but she moved very elegantly. Her dress emphasized all her movements. Armin himself did it clumsily, but energetically enough, which amused the girl. Song after song. But they did not get tired, continuing to give themselves to the rhythm and occasionally looking into each other's eyes. Drowning in each other's gazes and gestures. They were enjoying each other too much. And only wanted more. The girl grabbed the guy under her arm and started circling with him. The pair clung to each other tightly, not letting them move far away or fall. From time to time Annie held on to the boy, and he only clung to her more. They didn't dance like that for long. Still, fatigue took its toll, and after a couple of songs, the couple sat down at their rightful table, just watching the older people partying. And some of them would stay here until morning... Where did they get so much strength? “Shall we go?” Annie asked, unexpectedly to Arlert. “What are you doing?” “ I'm exhausted” the girl answered calmly and without sadness. Not that Armin was in a hurry to go to the room, rather he wanted to be alone with his beloved from the noise and noise and to be alone. - Yes, let's go, - the blond easily threw and helped the girl to get up. The one under his arm led her out of the place of celebration. Now they were accompanied only by falling snow, and the cold wind was gripping their hands, making their fingertips tingle. The drive seemed long and somewhat tedious, but it was much better once the boys were in their warm room, where the floors seemed warmer than they really were, in contrast to the street. Annie plopped down tiredly on the bed while Armin put away her bags and laid out her things. Her view was just fine. She didn't hesitate to stretch out on the bed in the same clothes. “ You should undress" Armin said with a warm smile. “So undress me" Leonhart replied playfully. Arlert grinned. Carefully and quietly, he nestled into the bed and slowly ran his hands down the girl's leg to her thighs, teasing her and causing a tickling sensation. The drunken state heightened this effect, so the girl visibly squirmed, but kept her mouth shut. The guy carefully tugged on the pantyhose so as not to snag them with his fingernails and began to pull them down the girl's legs, and Leonhart only gave in to him and pulled part of her body towards him. The item of clothing ended up first in the guy's hands and afterward on the floor. Skinny legs, which the girl involuntarily bent from fatigue, so and beckoned the guy. And the cunning fox only looked furtively, as if beckoning him and wanted more. And with every second of the long gaze she melted in her own smile, which from sly gradually turned into a gentle. Armin didn't want to hold back. He already knew the girl well, so interrupting now was a mistake. He bent down to her thighs and began to kiss them. The skin was still cold from the frosty street, which made for an interesting sensation. The lips themselves left a small wet trail on the skin, and Arlert gradually moved lower, watching Leonhart squint her eyes, occasionally twitching her leg and exhaling intermittently in response to each of Armin's touches. When the guy was already gradually approaching her shin, the girl shuddered and stopped holding back. A quiet squeak escaped her lips, but she still covered her mouth. It was a good thing that the darkness couldn't see her face turn red. - Come on, don't hold back. No one can hear us now," Arlert said in a half-whisper and bit the girl's ankle lightly. “Only after you" the girl said with the same playful smile and stretched out her leg fully. That was the trigger for Armin. Leaning both hands on the bed, he began to gradually climb higher, but now not kissing the girl, but biting her. Annie was easy to get hot. Especially in this state. The dark marks the guy was leaving were solidified by the girl's moans. Gradually rising higher, he restrained the girl's movements a bit. And he did it deliberately. So that she couldn't squirm as easily as before. And when he was at the level of her hips, he allowed himself to lie gently on her body. His hands went down to her ribs and sides: the guy was like an animal learning something new. His fingers had time to explore every inch of her body. They memorized every mole and mark. Armin wanted to bring the girl to the same state as always. To give her goosebumps along with silent sighs. He started kissing her thighs in a flash. She adored the way her man could touch her body so tenderly and suavely. It was like a personal goddess he was afraid to offend, and when he felt trusted, he nibbled. Annie's skin was very soft, so any scratch on it was visible, let alone a bite. And when their faces were on the same level, Armin pulled Annie into another, more insistent kiss, taking the lead. The smell of lipstick, the tang of martinis and expensive tobacco mingled on the girl's lips, and those odors would likely recall this moment in the future. Her lips shifted to the skinny neck, and the boy began to run his tongue along it as if it were the tip of an air feather. Intentionally. So as to cause that burning but pleasant tickling sensation. “ Please don't pull" the girl exhaled, as calmly as possible, but her tone gave her away. Leonhart was breathing heavily. And while she was trying to get her arms around the slippery buttons of her shirt, Armin put his foot between Annie's thighs and began to gently drive his knee up and down, pressing it through the fabric. Annie covered her mouth with her hand to hold back loud moans. It was working so far. Periodically, she glanced up at him. And such a sweet face now, in the semi-darkness, looked so masculine and arousing in the drunken state even more so. His cheekbones drew out sharp and yet cute facial features. And yet Armin stopped dragging out the moment because he himself lusted for it with all his heart and body. He lay down beside her on the wide bed and pressed Annie sharply against him. Putting all his strength into it, he laid her body completely on top of his. The boy was rather weak after all. Leonhart knew that, so she helped him by leaning on his leg and pushing off slightly. The girl helped the boy to take off his pants and underwear and threw them aside on the floor. The couple had already managed to pelt him with everything they could for the day. And of course, the underwear was exactly the element that was sorely lacking. Jokes are jokes, but it would prove that the room was inhabited by ardent young people. Leonhart thoughtfully kept her dress on. Even though it was a little interfering, but the girl wanted to have sex in it. When else your body will emphasize such a gorgeous dress? And when exactly or at least approximately so fucking gorgeous she will look? Let him remember all the details of this moment as best he could. Annie sat down gently on his cock. She froze for a while, resting her hands on Arlert's chest, getting used to the new sensation so she could move further without painful sensations in her pelvis. Annie had always liked to be on top. That way she maximized the pleasure of the process and Armin maximized the intimacy with her body. The partner squirmed, but she herself gave in forward, slightly lifting her hips towards her. Gradually, the girl began to thrust herself onto the cock until Armin straddled her hips and began to enter the girl himself, resting his feet on the bed. Leonhart finally stopped holding back. Moans came out one after another. And this time they resembled a scream. But the cry was sweet, caressing the ear and arousing the guy only more. Push after push. The couple was approaching orgasm. The girl was hugging the guy, moaning in his ear and feeling the goosebumps on his skin, getting even wetter. And when the guy felt his cock throbbing more and more, he tipped his arms around the girl's waist, squeezing her and intensifying his thrusts. To penetrate deeper, Annie began to move her hips toward him, screaming right at the guy. No one. Just them and the loneliness. After a short time at this pace, they cum almost simultaneously. Armin was gulping for air because he was very exhausted. His ears ached, and there was a slight hoarseness in his throat that made it hard to speak. Annie's legs were shaking, and her whole body shook behind them. To at least pretend as if she could manage a vivid orgasm, she tightened her fingers, clawing at the guy's torso, which was now and then lifted by his breathing. Unable to hold herself back in any way, Leonhart collapsed next to the guy and gently laid her head against his shoulder, feeling a slight wetness. - How good you are..." the boy said, breathing heavily. Annie smiled contentedly and kissed the guy's shoulder lightly. He could still see the girl's legs shaking.