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Okay, time to get out of the pool. The memory of that kiss had been haunting me for weeks. After the party, Kirill and I rarely crossed paths, but when we did, he didn't touch me. Three weeks without insults or teasing. That's not like him. It's like the calm before the storm.

Grabbing the side of the pool, I easily climbed out onto the cold tiles and adjusted my yellow, split swimsuit. Swimming really relaxes me and brings clarity to my thoughts. Too bad it didn't help today. The events of the day hadn't left me alone, even though the cold water usually frees me from them.

It was getting pretty late. I don't like to swim in the pool when there's someone else at the university. I like to be alone, enjoying the coolness of the water. Plus, you can wear your favorite swimsuit.

But only I made a couple of steps to the locker room, as I realized that my solitude someone rudely violated. Some guy was standing in the doorway of the women's locker room, leaning against the jamb with his shoulder and watching me. And the closer I got, the clearer it became who it was. Panic began to fill my mind, but I kept moving, trying to keep my expression calm. It was as if something like this happened every day. I guess the premonition hadn't deceived me. Here comes the storm.

Feeling my legs shaking, I tried to walk past him into the locker room, but he blocked my path, putting his arm out and resting it against the wall. The hallway was pretty narrow.

- What are you doing here, Shevtsov? Lost?

My voice was, as always, full of venom, but his proximity worried me. He seemed to me very dangerous and unpredictable, it was scary and exciting at the same time. Goosebumps ran down my skin. And not from the cold.

He wasn't looking at me the way he usually did, there was no contempt or coldness in his gaze. It felt like his gaze was burning my skin, making me nervous. His hair was damp, and he was only wearing jeans. His torso was bare.

I tried not to look at his well-developed pecs and knobby arm muscles and flat stomach with abs, but it was as if my gaze drifted down and back to his face only when I came across his belt. My throat was dry and hot, but I stubbornly pretended that nothing unusual was happening.

- Do you like what you see?

The voice seemed to cause vibrations from the very soul, the eyes staring intently. He's not acting like he usually does. He's not grinning, he's not insulting. I'm getting really scared. This new Cyril scares me. My whole gut is screaming at me to run. But my body stays still and fills with a strange anticipation.

- You've been in the gym for a month and you're trying to show off with pathetic results? You're second to everyone in my club. Let me pass.

- You know, I was expecting anything-- a sarcastic remark, a squeal, I wouldn't even be surprised if you slapped me. But you surprised me. I get a hard-on when I think of you moaning.

My cheeks glow in the blink of an eye. My heart threatens to jump out of my chest. Is that what he wants? To mock and humiliate me? But there's no audience here, we're all alone. It's no fun. There always has to be someone who appreciates his wit. Why is today different?

- That was a groan of disgust. You disgust me. Move over.

- "Disgusting," he said, his gaze like a wolf on a lamb, his voice enveloping me like a dope. My legs start to shake violently. His influence is too strong, it's getting hard to breathe. Goosebumps are already herding across my skin.

- It's easy to verify what you're saying.

A fleeting smile, and he presses me against the wall, pressing me hard against his body. The cold of the wall takes my breath away for a second. One hand is pressed next to my head, and I manage to rest the other against his chest. I'm scared, my body trembling, my voice faltering:

- Are you out of your mind? Let me go.

I don't have time to finish my sentence. His lips crush mine in a hard kiss. But I don't feel disgusted, no. It's just like at the party. Common sense leaves me very quickly, and I dissolve into sensation. His skillful movements make it impossible to resist, my mind foggy, a wave of heat sweeps through my body and centers between my legs. This has never happened to me before, and the new sensations overwhelm me.

But after a moment, I realize he doesn't intend to limit himself to a kiss this time. His hot hand crushes my buttock, then lifts my hips, allowing him to place his knee between my legs. His movements sober me up a little. I make an attempt to resist, but it quickly comes to naught when his lips descend to my neck.

God, what's happening to me? My thoughts are jumbled, I can barely breathe, my body is shaking and taking on a life of its own. I'm completely out of control. His lips close on my nipple and needles of pleasure pierce me. A moan escapes my lips, my body arches, and I'm short of breath. Kirill doesn't stop. His fingers reach into the panties of my swimsuit and pull my folds apart. The beginnings of panic are washed away by a new wave of pleasure. I'm not here anymore. My entire being is now centered between my legs.

- Damn, you're wet. I'm about to cum in my pants.

His heated whisper pushes into my consciousness like through a thick marshmallow, but I don't care what he says anymore. My fingers are hooked into his shoulders, keeping my body from falling, my back doesn't feel the cold from the wall, I can only feel the movements of his fingers and the rising tide of pleasure. A couple more movements and I couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure kept increasing, and I was scared. The sensations were so intense that I thought I wouldn't be able to take it.

It ended very vividly. His fingers started moving very fast and a wave of pleasure of unimaginable power traveled through my body. My loud moan was suppressed by his lips. Soon he stopped kissing me and just held me against him, and I breathed heavily into his shoulder. Slowly it began to dawn on me what had just happened. He had just...

Suddenly I felt the elastic of my panties loosen. Looking down, I was horrified to see that Kirill had untied the straps, and the panties were hanging on me like a simple piece of fabric. Then it dawned on me that he wasn't going to stop. Quickly unbuckling his belt, he released his cock. In desperation, I started to resist as hard as I could.

- Stop it! Stop it! Let go of me!

My hand swung up and slapped the guy. We both froze. I was terrified, he was furious.

- What the fuck do you think you're doing?

My heart was pounding like crazy. I saw the look in his eyes change, and I knew I wasn't leaving tonight unscathed.