Before the end of the second year, around May, natural forces oozed out of us...

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Before the end of the second year, somewhere in May, natural forces oozed out of us students, fluids of joy, and made us crazy. Any sea was knee-deep to us. If so, where should we go tonight? Where can I find prettier girls to hook up with? The city people are unlikely to give it right away, but with those who live in dorms, you can try.
And so my own nephew, a broad-shouldered, white-toothed hero, takes me to a dorm on the edge of the city. It seems like a dormitory for a trade and catering college.
On the way we buy wine, snacks, and candy. I want a holiday! I want student friendships, crushes, romance!
In a room on the fifth floor, a friend of my nephew met us. Let’s call her Sveta. She is alone, her roommate has gone somewhere. Do you know what dorm rooms look like? Ahead there is a window, a table, on the left and right there are two beds with bedside tables.
Sveta is not very kind... But she made us feel welcome. Everything just sort of turned itself around. We laid out our food on the table and took out the bottles. But there is only one girl, and there are two of us.
- “My friends live on the third floor,” the girl prompted sympathetically.
- “Now we will do this,” Vitalya was delighted.
I asked Sveta for a potato, pierced it with some kind of stick, tied a note to it, leaned out of the window, lowered the potato down on a string and started knocking on the third floor window with it.
The girls from below caught the potato and read the note with the invitation join our company, and a few minutes later they went up to our room. Olya and Natasha. Two students from a technical school of Russian trade. Two pretty girls. The two laughed.
It was time to start! Vitalik, with his charm and jokes, immediately charmed all the participants at our feast. We drank wine, got to know each other, laughed, shared news.
And little by little everyone made their choice.
As usual, the wine soon ran out, the sun went below the horizon. And it soon became clear that I would spend the night alone, but Vitale was luckier - the modest, thin-legged Natasha fell into his net, and had no intention of getting out of it.
Having whispered, her friends went to the room on the third floor, and Sveta left with them.
Filled with alcohol and a little sad, I collapsed on the bed on the left, and the lovebirds turned off the light, and both lay down on the next one on the right.
And then the most interesting thing began. I covered my head with the blanket, trying to fall asleep, but I was having trouble. Moreover, Vitalya began to persuade the girl to have sex on the bed nearby. She was embarrassed by the creaking of the bed, my presence, and her bra falling on the floor. But Vitalya was adamant. I involuntarily heard a characteristic rhythmic creaking, light moaning...
Vitala spread the girl’s legs to the sides, and beautiful eternal music flowed from everywhere...
When I woke up in the morning, Vitalya’s girlfriend was no longer in bed.
Apparently she ran away to the lecture.