After the driver picked me up from school, there was absolutely nothing else to do. The parents flew to the Emirates and will return only for the weekend, and even then it's not a fact, the housekeeper Veronika Vasilievna was ill today and will send her daughter in her place in the evening. I was completely alone in a huge mansion. Someone else might have been delighted by such a prospect, but not me - it's very boring to live when you have literally everything.
I decided to swim in the pool and then think about the upcoming party for my nineteenth birthday, which I sort of volunteered to host and invite the whole class to. Well, first you need to understand who I am not going to invite under any circumstances...
Having chosen a swimsuit, I changed clothes and went into the water. The pool pleasantly cooled my body, I lay down on my back and closed my eyes. For some reason, instead of thinking about the plan for the party, I began to have my head in the clouds - thinking about my life, friends, girlfriends, dad... And then very strange thoughts came into my head. My boyfriend, Maxim, was madly in love with me, but I didn't care about it - and now, lying in the pool, I was thinking - is a person like me even capable of any feelings, affection, devotion? Such nonsense usually came into my head when visiting only when I was very drunk; I tried to drive away this nonsense, but it stubbornly made its way into my head.
Max was the captain of the football team. Of course, who else should the most popular girl in school date? The answer is obvious. I was happy to catch his happy glance when we walked hand in hand in the park, appeared together at parties, had sex... Moreover, I set a strict condition - only vaginal sex, no blowjobs, anal and other excesses. Although Maxim, the entire time we were dating, constantly begged me to please him with my mouth, and he himself was not averse to trying cunnilingus. But I was adamant, I jerked him off with my palm a maximum of a couple of times and that was it. She motivated this by the fact that as much as possible, this is the mouth, they eat with it, but this is the penis, with it... Well, in short, they don't eat at all.
And Max diligently pounded me in missionary position, with the smile of an idiot in love. And I moaned and screamed, pretending that I was fucking enjoying it, although in reality the classics almost didn't excite me - I was one of those few girls who enjoyed blowjobs rather than traditional sex. And not just for a thrill - I literally got goosebumps when I took the guy's penis into my small mouth, and if he pushed it deeper, all the way to the neck, then I completely flew away from pleasure. If Max knew what pleasure I was depriving him and myself, he would probably have killed me on the spot.
My driver, Uncle Sasha, gave it to my mouth regularly, so that every trip to and from school turned into a deep throat session. Of course, I tried my best to show the driver that I was doing this only for the bags of weed with which Uncle Sasha regularly "paid" me, but he probably began to guess something when a couple of weeks ago his supplier disappeared somewhere, and I didn't stop giving blowjobs, saying that he could repay the debt later.
However, I had my own taboos for Uncle Sasha - at first he asked me to show him my breasts, let me touch my butt, or even try to kiss him. But I immediately pulled away and even demanded to be dropped off halfway. Moreover, I forbade him to put his palms on the back of my head during a blowjob and cum in my mouth. Uncle Sasha was forced to cum into napkins or a handkerchief. He always looked like a squeezed lemon when he put it in a handkerchief. I just chuckled, looking at his tricks - after all, it was very important not to splash anything in the cabin, dad regularly checked the cleanliness.
But Uncle Sasha knew clearly that if he tried to cum in my mouth, there would be no problems. The only time he tried, my revenge was terrible - I told my father that I found someone else's girl's panties in the back seat of the car, making it look like our driver was using the car for his personal needs. Of course, dad decided to immediately fire the "scoundrel," but I begged him not to do this, but simply to deprive Uncle Sasha of his salary for a couple of months. You should have seen the driver's face when the next day, as if nothing had happened, I began to unfasten his belt on his uniform trousers...
Why was it so important to me that men constantly feel like I'm not giving them everything they want? It was as if some kind of psychological fuse had turned on in me - if someone liked me, then I definitely had to tie him to me, but in such a way that he would constantly feel dissatisfied.
For example, it gave me wild pleasure to see Max watching blowjob scenes in porn and sneaking glances at me, making a pleading look. And I just purse my lips and slap him on the shoulder... Or how Uncle Sasha, before a blowjob, pulls his hands towards my high chest, covered with a school blouse, and I hit him on the palm, shake my finger and impale myself on his pulsating penis with my mouth... And then, giggling, I watch him tear out a bunch of napkins, cum in them and wipe his penis. And to feel his lustful gaze on my butt when I get out of the car and wave goodbye to him - what could be more beautiful...
But my favorite pastime was Pasha, the nerd from the first desk, who sometimes came to do my homework for me. He was fantastically devoted to me, his puppy-dog look and almost slavish obedience literally forced me to keep him in such a strong friend zone that even the thought of even kissing or touching Pasha to me made me laugh hysterically. He'll probably cum in his ridiculous shorts if I even let myself be held by the hand!
These were the stupid thoughts that possessed me while I was rocking on my back, drinking a cocktail. Of course, non-alcoholic. My parents were very strict with this - even though I had long since turned eighteen, they set a clear condition - while I was living in their house and using their money, no cigarettes, alcohol or drugs. I had an unlimited card, I could order whatever my heart wanted - even strippers, even a circus with horses, even a helicopter to the school playground, but not these three forbidden things, dad and mom checked all the expenses. That's actually why I got weed through Uncle Sasha.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the intercom signal. I jumped up as if stung - Pashka! He was going to come help me with quadratic equations today! Well, how can I help - solve them for me. And I'm in just a swimsuit - but if Pashka sees this, his nose will bleed, like in Japanese cartoons.
Caring for the health of my classmate, I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the gate. On the screen of the surveillance camera flashed a frail, bespectacled man who waved at the camera with a happy smile when the lock clicked. Pavel, although he had visited me before, nevertheless perceived every time the gate of the mansion opened as a wondrous miracle. He valued every second spent with me above all else. A wonderful thought came to my mind - what if I tease him a little. I lowered the towel over my hips, and then completely threw it aside and went out to greet the guest just like that. The wet cups of the swimsuit impudently hugged his chest, Pasha should have simply collapsed.
Suddenly I heard dogs barking. I completely forgot - since last week we have had three huge, angry bull terriers guarding our territory! Now they will tear Pashka apart! I rushed as fast as I could to the control panel, pressed the green button and the chains that held the dogs began to slowly unwind. I was surprised to realize that I was running really fast. So what happens - I don't give a damn about Pashka?
Dismissing this wild idea, I unlocked the front door. Pasha was literally shaking. With a contorted face, he mumbled:
- Y-you... You didn't say that you have dogs now...
"Oh, well, yes... It's okay, I just forgot to turn on the green mode..." I smiled at him with my most charming smile, almost the same as I smile at Uncle Sasha before a blowjob.
Pasha, of course, immediately melted and forgot that he could have died a minute ago. He only now realized that I was in a wet swimsuit - his eyes widened with surprise and joy.
"Lisa... and you..." his trembling hand pointed to my tits.
- Oh, sorry, I was swimming in the pool, I didn't expect you to come.
- Liz, you look just great! - Pavel exhaled.
- Oh, thanks! - I said. -- Did you bring your textbooks?
- Yes, sure.
"Make yourself comfortable," I invited him to sit on the sofa, and I settled down in the chair. With pleasure, I caught Pasha's involuntary glances at my chest.
- My notebooks are on the nightstand, you can start...
Pavel was also good because, in addition to his academic success, he was an excellent artist and perfectly copied my handwriting. He took the notebooks and began solving the numbers assigned for tomorrow. The monster teacher assigned everyone an individual task, so cheating was not an option. Pavel, as usual, did it in literally ten minutes. I was already getting ready to start the performance, which was supposed to lead Pashka to an erection, and ideally to ejaculation right in his shorts.
And suddenly Pasha, instead of falling off the sofa in accordance with my plan when I bent over to pick up the fallen comb, began to rub some kind of game into me.
-- Lisa, have you ever thought about the existence of parallel worlds? Which are almost like ours, but with minor differences?
- Why are you saying this? -- I asked in bewilderment. The plan collapsed literally before our eyes.
-- There is a hypothesis that in our Universe all elementary particles vibrate with the same frequency. And in other universes the frequency is different. Therefore, we do not see them, we do not know about their existence. And they are here - you just need to extend your hand.
"I don't think I'm vibrating," I tried to joke.
- You're vibrating! We're all vibrating! But since everyone has the same frequency, we don't notice it. But there is a way to change this frequency, to find yourself in another world! Or at least take a look there.
- Oh, these are those parallel worlds where you turned right and not left, where Hitler was not born, and so on?
- Yes! - Pasha shouted triumphantly. - Exactly! And in general any that you can think of! And those that cannot be invented - too! If there is an infinite number of worlds, then absolutely anything can happen there!
- Absolutely? I clarified.
- Yeah! And I assembled one device, a resonator, I'll show you now... - Pasha reached into his bag and took out an unremarkable contraption - an iron crossbar with a fixed quartz crystal, two tops and a wire between them.
- Look - this is quartz, its crystal lattice is close to ideal. It would be even better to use a diamond, but that will do. The tops rotate, transmit torque to the molecules of the crystal, I press the button and the circuit closes. The spark causes a change in vibration frequency and the quartz moves to another Universe. But thanks to its structure, it begins to change the properties of space at the moment of movement and forms something like a portal through which you can see a parallel world!
- Portal?! Are you sure you won't blow everything up here?! -- I looked at Pavel with a smile. I suddenly started to like it all.
"No," Pavel laughed. -- The power of this device is one AA battery. Definitely not enough for an explosion. By the way, you are the first one to whom I show the resonator in action!
Suddenly I realized that all the awkwardness of the bespectacled man had disappeared somewhere. He was in his element and I, sitting in front of him in a wet swimsuit, suddenly stopped occupying all his thoughts. Something pricked me somewhere deep inside, and with horror and disgust I suspected that it was jealousy.
"Well, go ahead," I tried my best to pretend that I was completely indifferent to the opportunity to look into another world.
And Pasha started it. At first nothing happened, the tops just started spinning. And then suddenly this resonator of his made a thin squeak. A spark ran through the wire with a crack and the room smelled of ozone. I was amazed to see how the quartz crystal became transparent, dissolving into the air. And in its place something like a funnel forms.
- Look, Lisa. Now in the center of the funnel you will see a picture from another world.
I leaned closer. Yes, indeed, the funnel began to turn into something like a well, at the bottom of which vague silhouettes could be seen.
-- Now clarity will appear, we need to wait a little.
With surprise, I realized that he was whispering very close, centimeters from my face. Not noticing anything, Pavel peered into the gray darkness.
- Here! Here it is! "Pasha grabbed my hand. I gasped and wanted to break free, but he held tightly.
"Pasha!..." I whispered hotly. But he didn't hear anything. A picture was forming at the bottom of the well, becoming increasingly clear.
We saw a bench in the park. It's a bright sunny day, a couple in love passed by a bench holding hands.
