He did not want to get up. Already several times he moved his body, but the low winter Sun found him through the gap between the old faded curtains.
- No, I don't want to get up positively! He said loudly.
- What? ... Did you say something? - came from the kitchen girlish voice.
“Good morning, I said,” Karmazin grumbled to himself.
A beautiful girl of twenty-six, a girl with a good figure, lush blond hair and no makeup on her face, entered the room.
- Well, Lesh! Come quickly, get up! I am already late! She said, curling her childish lips in a childish way.
- Maybe we should not? - Karmazin covered his eyes with his hand so as not to blinded the sun. - Maybe not today? He said softly.
- If not today, then it is again for a long time. Things I collected yours, - the girl took from a chair a men's shirt and straightened in a waiting pose.
Reluctantly, Karmazin climbed out from under the blanket and began to look around for panties.
- In the bathroom. I washed them. And socks there, - the girl solved his problems.
She looked at Karmazin with that strange expression on her face, which always gave her the look of his naked body. This body awoke in her the usual feeling of desire, which she was not going to hide.
Karmazin walked past his former Love, accompanied by her deep sigh.
They rode on its old, broken Zhiguli, and were silent. Several times he turned his head in her direction, but She did not look at him.
The memory constantly took him almost a year ago, when they met with mutual friends.
She then invited him to dance.
She chose him among many others and then dragged him to the "cup of coffee". When they came to her home, he immediately noticed traces of being in her one-room apartment of another man. But he didn't care who she was with him. The main thing is that they are together today. Everything else does not matter.
He never had women like She.
From their first night, more precisely, for several days in a row, he has fragmentary memories of something turbulent, beautiful, and all-consuming. At that time, he only woke up on Monday, sitting at work.
She called him on Wednesday and said she was waiting for him at home in the evening.
On the way, he bought flowers.
From the threshold, she threw herself on his neck.
When after half an hour Karmazin came to his senses from the first onslaught, he noted with satisfaction that there were no signs of the presence of another man around. The next day he moved in with her.
She was a strange woman.
At first he thought that for her sex is a sport. She could have sex anywhere, anytime and, most importantly, as long as she wanted. Any hint from his side was always understood by her unequivocally.
- I love you Love! - He whispered in her ear, but she did not hear him.
Their stormy, daily long hours of swimming seemed to leave no room for her words. And why should she have words, if it is so good without them.
And yet, somewhere there, deep in her beautiful eyes, he heard, heard her.
“You are here, near, in me. Dissolve in my body, my love. I am all yours, ”her eyes said:“ Why are the words, do you feel bad with me? Will the words make me better, closer, more desirable? Look into my eyes. There is music, poetry. I sing you a song. Love song Watch it. Read me. Love me".
So they fell asleep every day deep in the night. And every morning terribly did not want to get up.
But one day he suddenly realized that he was drifting, and this current was IT.
The realization that he no longer belongs to himself has stunned him.
It all started from that day.
From the day when Julia came to her, a friend from Theodosia. Julia had no relatives in Moscow and, naturally, stayed with them.
That evening, they sat in the kitchen for a long time, talked and drank the wine brought by Julia.
Girlfriends almost a year have not seen.
Julia studied in Moscow in the correspondence department of a university and came to Moscow only during the session.
Karmazin was then completely uninteresting to sit in the kitchen and listen to the steady chirping of her friends, but he sat. He even pretended that he was participating in a conversation about their mutual acquaintances, about whose existence he had not heard anything at all before tonight. He suddenly thought: “Her friend appeared in our house, and it turned out I don’t know anything about Her. It is strange why it did not occur to me before. It turns out that there are people to whom she also shows interest. He suddenly realized that he talked with Her only in her bed and in her car. They never even went together to the cinema or to the theater. ”
Karmazin suddenly suddenly startled and woke up. He looked at the girls talking and said cheerfully:
- Seems to be asleep.
- Leshka, go lie down. We still sit, okay? She leaned over the table, smacked him on the cheek and returned to the interrupted conversation.
He got up and walked uncertainly to the room. Whether the wine worked, or was very tired, but he walked like in a dream.
Karmazin was already asleep when he suddenly felt a light touch on his body with a cold hand. He lay wrapped in a sheet, and someone aggressively tried to stick his hand to his body through this kind of protection. Karmazin opened his eyes. In the pitch darkness, he nevertheless was able to see two naked girls' bodies lying at the edge of the bed in position 69. The stubborn hand finally made its way through the artificial barrier and squeezed Karmazin's member. Another, incomprehensibly whose, hand tried to pull the sheet from him, which she quickly enough managed, and both bodies crawled over him, filling all the space around.
Karmazin still tried to resist, but gradually began to fall into the power of long ecstasy. His arms, legs, face, chest, back became a solid erogenous zone, which felt on her elastic breasts, then slippery girlish crotch, then wet lips.
When the first rays of the morning summer sun, as usual, slashed him over his closed eyes, he woke abruptly. From the bathroom rang out the murmur of water and girlish laughter.
Karmazin got up and, staggering, walked over to the open door.
“Mermaids,” he thought as he woke up, looking at the girls washing in the bathroom, and remembered everything that had happened.
"What is it? How could I? ”He thought almost out loud. "I love her!"
Karmazin returned to the room and sat on the bed: “And she? Why did she do it? Maybe she? ... ". He suddenly felt deceived, used and crushed.
- Lesha. Lesh. Come to us, he heard from the bathroom. - We are waiting.
- I ... I now! - shouted Karmazin, but did not move.
Then, as if making a decision, he quickly got up, got hastily dressed and ran out into the street.
The whole day passed in some kind of fog. At work did not work. Strange thoughts climbed into his head.
She did not call. Neither at lunch or in the evening before the end of work, as usual.
Her home phone was also silent, but Karmazin did not know the worker.
When he returned in the evening, her car at the entrance was not there, and she was not at home either.
He stayed all night near the phone, waited. But it was all in vain. She did not come the next day. Only three days later in the evening, sitting in the kitchen, he heard the sound of a turning key in the corridor.
Karmazin jumped up and saw Her, Julia and some unfamiliar guy.
- Leshka, this is Sergey. Sergey, this is Lesha! - She chirped, as if nothing had happened. - Do we have something to eat? - I want to eat awfully.
He suddenly, unexpectedly for himself, ... immediately forgave her. He shook Sergei’s outstretched hand, kissed her cheek, and smiled in response to Julia’s smile, and reached into the refrigerator.
The evening went on as usual. Again they sat in the kitchen, drank wine and talked merrily about mutual acquaintances whom he had never seen before. And again he almost fell asleep at the table, but he caught himself in time.
“I am going to sleep,” said Karmazin languidly, getting up.
- In! - Sergey was surprised, having looked at hours, - Yes, already two hours. And we also have to go.
With these words, he got up, grabbed Yulya in his arms and went with her to the room.
Karmazin ...
in disbelief looked at his beloved.
- Are they left with us? He asked with a silly expression.
“Where are they going now, at two in the morning?”
She sat and gazed at him with her unlined blue eyes.
From the room I heard some kind of scuffling and rhythmic sounds.
- Are you going to sleep, or will you be sitting here? She asked, standing up.
- I? Now. I will come now. I will only wash the dishes, - he began to fuss.
“Well, well,” She smiled for some reason, and, running her hand through his hair, left the kitchen.
Karmazin continued to sit on the chair. He heard how She went into the room, how the fuss stopped for a while, but then resumed again. He sat and listened. Through the open doors one could well hear deep intermittent breathing, moans and sobs.
“What did she lose with them there?” Karmazin asked himself and moved into the room.
There was a mess in the room. Things were scattered on the floor, and on the bed with the lights on, Sergey and Julia fucked Her.
Karmazin froze in the doorway.
She stood on all fours. Her head was buried between the legs of Julia, and Sergei was attached to her from behind. Karmazin could not budge. He watched and understood that everything he had dreamed about a week ago was crumbling. She does not belong to him. She alone. She only does what she likes, takes what she wants and uses it.
She did not call him to her, but occasionally she glanced at him, squinting her eyes. Did She play any game, he did not know.
He spent the night on the chair, and fell asleep to the sounds of this orgy.
From that evening she began to have a habit of telling him who she was and where, by all means describing all the details in colors. He suffered, and She dragged her sexual experiences to him as a girlfriend. One day he thought that he had really turned into Her girlfriend and ... resigned himself to it. They also slept together. She brought no one else, but the betrayals and subsequent stories became more frequent. Gradually, Karmazin even became interested in Her with new connections, noting to himself that he was already waiting for them, that without this his life would become boring and uninteresting.
She did not despise him. Not. It was just Her normal condition. She told him about all previous connections with men. With whom and how long she lived.
So half a year has passed.
And so it was his turn to go. She probably met the other, but could not bring him while he, Karmazin, was near.
Karmazin interrupted memories.
Appeared office in which she worked.
Karmazin gently parked the car and turned off the engine. For a minute they sat in silence.
- Well, everything. I went, - Karmazin sighed and opened the door.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deep on the lips.
- Well, everything. Go, ”she said softly, and let him go.
“Tanya, I'm sorry, I forgot to congratulate you,” Karmazin tried to make time.
- Since Tatyana's day? Thank you for remembering - for a moment She thought, - And, you know, you come tonight.
She rummaged in her bag and took out the key, which she had unhooked in the morning from his bundle.
“Here, take it,” She said, somehow smiling slyly, “And come ...” At eight o'clock, come. If you want, buy something.
She kissed him again and pushed him away.
Karmazin got out, walked around the car, and leaned over to Her open window.
“I ... I will come,” he said, as doomed.
- Come and come, I will wait.
Several times Karmazin looked around. He saw She get out of the car, click the alarm button and disappear into the office door.
"Well, to hell with it," thought Karmazin: "We will survive."
He went down the subway. Morning passengers, wrapped in scarves, shapeless mass moving in the directions given by the escalators. Karmazin joined the necessary flow and again plunged into the memories.
And what actually happened, he asked himself. She did not give me promises, I did to her too. Do I have any rights on Her? ... And if I had. What then? Man is not a thing. Man is free. I am free too and do what I want, he thought. All you need to calm down and pull yourself together. And then dismissed snot.
Karmazin suddenly presented himself from the outside and smiled to himself.
I'm young, beautiful and funny. And it became such a bore. What happened with me? You have to be yourself. Everything. Solved. I buy flowers in the evening, wine and to Her. She will still see who she has lost.
“Taganskaya station, the transition to the ring line and the Marxist station,” he heard the phrase in his memory.
“Damn,” he screamed, and jumped up. “Sorry, let me go.” Citizens, the road ...
Pushing people away, Karmazin fell out of the already closing doors and took a breath. He suddenly burst out laughing. Just. Over yourself.
Two girls passing by jumped from him like from a madman.
“Girls, order,” he shouted after them.
One of them turned and looked at him with a smile.
Karmazin took a deep breath and smiled too. Life goes on, he thought, and rushed out.
Karmazin spent the rest of the day, frantically inventing how he would behave with Her, that he would say what to do.
“She will still know who she lost. I will show her, ”he mentally repeated to himself for the umpteenth time.
The end of the working day took him by surprise.
Karmazin looked at his watch and was surprised.
- Is it already six? He said aloud.
“It's already twenty minutes, like six,” he heard from the back of a spiteful voice of his chief. - Alex, what's wrong with you?
- Sorry, Alexander Sergeevich.
- For what? So you come at eleven, then you apologize for being late. What? Have a fight with a friend?
- Not. Everything is good, - Karmazin began to fuss.
“Well, well,” said Aleksandr Sergeevich, and, throwing an incredulous glance at Karmazin, headed for the door.
Karmazin flew like on wings.
“Everything is fine, everything is fine,” he almost shouted to himself.
A large bouquet of scarlet roses, which Karmazin bought at a flower shop, struggled through the elevator door. Karmazin intercepted a bottle of Chardonnay and pressed the button of the fourth floor. He suddenly became agitated, like a boy, first going on a date. An old joke about candy - a bouquet stage of relations suddenly surfaced in my head.
The elevator stopped gently and the doors opened.
Karmazin smiled to himself and headed for her door. Behind the door was heard some kind of rhythmic music.
“Why did she give me the key?” He thought, opening the lock with his habitual movement, “If it’s still at home itself?”
He squeezed into the corridor with a bouquet, turned around and was dumbfounded. Some tall guy came out of the bathroom to meet him. The guy was completely naked.
“Ah, hello, come in and close the door,” he blurted out naked with a patter.
- I don't understand, but ...
- Do you speak English? - fun mocked naked.
- What does it mean? Who are you? - Karmazin moved to the naked.
- Well, well, calmer, - back naked in the direction of the kitchen.
Karmazin wanted to rush at him, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed some movement in the room. With a stone face, Karmazin walked to the open door and stopped.
She was lying on the bed on her stomach with her back up among the sheets and pillows, almost crushed by a hefty, pumped-up man who furiously fucked her from behind. Her head with eyes closed in bliss was held in the hands of another member of the orgy, who gently inserted his wet member into her limp open mouth. Karmazin noticed that She was still lying on someone hidden by sheets, who also moved under it in the general rhythm.
“Let's go talk,” he heard a naked voice at his shoulder.
With a limp hand, with his bouquet and wine, Karmazin trudged over to the naked kitchen.
- Sit down ... Do you smoke? - naked sat down at the fridge and stretched his legs.
Karmazin shook his head negatively. Naked took out a pack of cigarettes on a table and lit a cigarette. Karmazin sat at the table.
- Let's get acquainted. Alexey, - naked stretched his hand across the table.
- What? - did not understand Karmazin.
- What are you, do not speak Russian at all? - fake surprised naked ..
- G ... I say.
- Then let's start again. My name is Alex, and you? - naked stared expectantly at Karmazin.
“Alexey, too,” Karmazin said dryly, finally recovering himself.
- Is that so? You are already the third Lech in our ... company.
- Why the third? What does all this mean? - Karmazin suddenly came to his senses.
- Come on, I'll explain everything to you, just do not bother to fight. Good?
- Well? - Karmazin stared at the naked.
- Well, - continued naked, - Listen. I met her first of us, or rather the second, but he was the first to just go away with her, so we think that I am the first.
- Who are we?
- Do not interrupt. We are us. There were four of us before you came to her, Tanya. Each was with her no more than a year, then left. When I left, she invited me, as you did to a farewell dinner tonight. She always does this on Tatiana's day. Got it?
“Not yet,” said Karmazin, almost calming down.
- Listen again. She lives with each of us no more than a year. She came up with that for herself. She decided so, understand? - naked questioningly looked at Karmazin.
Karmazin did not answer and naked continued.
- You know, she decides everything herself. She meets herself, she leads herself, she expels herself. And with Tatyana's day she came up with herself. But there is one "BUT"! - naked significantly dragged on a cigarette and made a long pause.
- Well? What? What is "BUT"? - asked Karmazin.
- It is. This day belongs to us. On this day, we can do with it anything and anything.
- In what sense?
- In the very, that neither is direct. Have you ever fucked her in the ass?
“No,” Karmazin went limp.
- Then there is a chance to try. Take off your clothes, - naked got up.
- What for? - stupidly asked Karmazin and also got up.
- What are you, in a sheepskin coat love more? - laughed naked, putting out a cigarette in the ashtray.
In the corridor suddenly appeared a big guy with a huge member standing.
- Lech, where are you? - he asked, on the move opening the bathroom door, - Bah, our regiment arrived, - he suddenly exclaimed joyfully, noticing Karmazin, and entered the kitchen, stretching out his hand, - Misha.
“Alexey,” answered Karmazin, instinctively shaking the hand of the big man.
- Ha, the third is interesting. I'm alone here Misha, all the other Leshi and Pasha. What are you hanging around here, huh?
“I'm trying to explain to my new friend what's what,” the first naked intervened.
- Explained? - Misha asked.
- In outline.
- Oh, "Kay, then, Alex, my dear, throw your flowers to Lyuda and go ahead, the girl is waiting."
The big man hid in the bathroom.
Karmazin remained standing in the corridor, not knowing what to do. Be offended and leave? Who offended, for what?
He hesitated toward the front door.
- Well, be brave, Lech. What's the matter? - stopped his voice of the first naked, Karmazin stopped and listened without turning around. “Do you think now that the world is crumbling, that she deceived you, that you loved her, and she trampled on your love?” Yes? ... I thought so too at first, and then I understood. She does not belong to anyone. No one do you understand? Not to you, not to me, not Mishka with Pasha. She alone. This is her life. And we play in it the roles that it gives us. But today you have the right to it. So what if you are not alone? BUT?
“You don't understand,” Karmazin cried out and turned around.
She stood in the doorway of the room.
Karmazin immediately tensed at the sight of her naked body.
On her plump belly were visible traces of semen. Elastic breasts with unnaturally swollen, protruding nipples shamelessly looked at Karmazin.
She silently looked into his eyes with a kind of wet look, from which Karmazin immediately went limp.
- Why are you ...? - He tried sluggishly to resist, but She took the hand and pulled into the room.
Karmazin obeyed limply. Misha, who came out of the bathroom, picked up the flowers and a bottle from his hanging hands and pulled the sheepskin coat off his shoulder, making a sign with his lips to naked Alexey standing in the aisle.
Karmazin stood rooted to the spot in the middle of the room with naked men, and She frantically pulled off his shirt and jeans, throwing everything on the floor. Here she pulled off his pants, and his cock sadly hung in front of her face. She gently took it in her hand, bared the head and sent it into her mouth, slowly sucking it whole.
Karmazin felt some new strong feeling filling his whole body. My head pounded.
She, without letting his cock out of her mouth, slowly pushed him onto the bed and began to rhythmically suck, from which Karmazin felt his cock become wooden. After a minute of this frantic attack, Karmazin, almost delirious, began to violently cum in Her mouth. She slowed down and, without releasing the penis from her mouth, began to swallow what came out of him. So much and violently Karmazin never finished.
He lay on the bed devastated, crushed, smeared by her.
At that moment, he realized that he was ready to forgive her everything. And Her past betrayals and those former friends who fuck Her once in a year. He wanted to shout: “But I love You, I love,” but he did not shout. He felt something fall upon Her from above.
Karmazin opened his eyes.
Michael lifted Her over his waist and carefully laid back on Karmazin. Karmazin felt her belly wet from someone else's sperm stuck to his body. She opened his mouth, seized his lips, not allowing him to come to his senses. Someone's hand sent him an unexpectedly re-rising member between her legs, and She sighed down on him, her ass sticking out.
Karmazin saw Michael with an unnaturally large, protruding member squeezing the cream onto his hand and began to massage her crotch. She moved her booty, leaning on Karmazin and kissing him on the lips. Finally, Michael smeared the rest of his cream with his cock, massaged it a bit and gently inserted it into it. She froze. A wave of convulsions ran through her body. Michael began to slowly fuck her. Karmazin realized that he fucks her in the ass. She, at first frozen, suddenly released his lips and began to move over him faster and faster. A long, drawn-out moan suddenly burst from her lips, turning into a howl. Michael, breathing heavily, closed his eyes and just sat down and slid it onto his dick, choking on a gasp.
Karmazin, smeared on the bed, sweaty, in a strange sperm suddenly felt a rush of infinite tenderness. To her, to these guys.
He closed his eyes and surrendered to the power of a long all-consuming orgasm.
PS A year later, on the eve of Tatiana's Day, Karmazin, having overpowered himself, called Her. An unfamiliar female voice told him that She had married three months ago and had left for Australia with her husband for permanent residence.