Full of compassion, the heart of the girl was beating like a bird in the net of a hunter. Lana looked at his sorrowful face, and lovingly stroked his cheek. She felt his bristle, and this barely sensed pricking stirred her abysmal instinct up, excited her as never had happened to her, and the following kiss only increased her desire.
«Drive to my house,» she whispered intimately, and a surprised Oleg obeyed.
* * * * *
They were lying side by side in the bed in her room. Happily smiling, Lana searched him, and could not admire enough his beautiful face and his strong athletic body.
Oleg wanted to smoke, but he did not know yet how she would react to this.
«Do you always have unprotected sex?» Oleg asked, as thoughts about the chance of getting AIDS from such an emotional girl made him really worried.
«Honestly,» she murmured, quietly kissing him. «This was the first time. You made me crazy. But I trust you.»
«I don’t trust you, girl,» Oleg thought, praying for himself. «God, take mercy on me! Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.»
He saw her take a pack of cigarettes, and, sighing with relief, Oleg smoked his own.
«So, what about that girl?» asked Lana.
Oleg bewilderedly gazed at her. «Which girl?»
«The Russian girl, who had penny pincher parents.»
«Oh dear,» uttered Oleg sensually. «You made me forget about everything. Where did I stop?»
«Her parents punished her.»
«Ah, correct. You have a wonderful bright head, my love,» he drawled, massaging Lana’s arm. He saw she liked it. «So, Olga had been punished, but it didn’t change her mind. She only became more careful, and never brought stolen toys home anymore. Olga hid them and played when she had time. Her hobby became her job when she met Sergey. They had been dating about two years. Olga was just fifteen, but her boyfriend got a fake ID for her, and the girl left her home. She was ready to do anything for Sergey.»
«Mmmmmm,» Lana moaned, losing herself in this fantastically pleasant feeling. «I can understand her.»
«Sergey didn’t limit their ’work’ to burglaries,» Oleg continued, still rubbing her skin. His erotic massage became real caressing, and Lana stretched, enjoying it.
«Olga loved him very much,» said Oleg, attentively watching how Lana responded to his touch. «She never refused when he asked her to deliver ’stuff’ for his clients, and usually she did that without any problems. Minute, like a mouse, Olga was not ugly, yet so plain that even for the police it was a difficult task to remember her face. But one day their luck ran out. While the police chased her, Olga dumped the bags with the powder. Then the policemen arrested her and searched her carefully. They found nothing and had to let her go.