Guys, - said Dymov, stretched in satisfaction on a stove bench. After the third pile, his flushed after a good pair of faces shone. - Isn't it time for us about women?

The four of the middle-aged men, who had gathered in a separate office of the Sanduny baths, yelled with satisfaction.

Only, mind you, men, - Dymov spoke again, - let's agree. First, do not hide anything: no details, no feelings, no impressions, no consequences. Secondly, we will talk about those women with whom everything turned out like a chance, and then we terribly regretted about them. And, thirdly, their names must begin with the letter “O”. And do not lie!

“Well, you give it,” cried Marochkin, a man full and simple. - Conditions how many. I can have nothing of the kind, Come on, what is simpler: brought to the apartment, flunked, inserted, and in the morning - in the backside of my knee. That's the whole story.

- No no! Come on, as Kuzmin suggests, ”unexpectedly, Dymova supported Chentsov, who was usually reluctant to participate in such conversations. - You just put everything in and put it in. Sometimes in a life such meets, though the novel write.

Four friends gathered in Sanduny every third Friday of the month. Fate scattered them, former classmates, in different places: low and not very good. Outside the bath they were rare. Only, perhaps, on friends' birthdays, and even at the beginning of autumn, it was sometimes possible to get out together to hunt in the distant farm near Moscow. In the bath, however, went regularly. And bathing conversations were also regular: after the first pile - the health and benefits of a strong Sandunovsky park (where can any foreign sauna be there). After the second - family and work. Well, and after the third and already to the end - about women. And now the third pile brought them to the beaten track, and so that this road was not too smooth, Dymov invented its own conditions.

- Okay. Who will start?

“Yes, I think I'll start,” said Ivanteev, who was still silent, according to rumors, was a tough businessman. - I had one story in my youth, suitable for this case. And the girl's name was Olya. I don’t even know if it’s good to talk about what we had, because this Olya is still living somewhere now. Anyway. We are our people, I will tell.

I was then a very young student. When we, as you recall, came from my Tmutarakan to Moscow, my mother arranged for me to go to an apartment with one of our long-time acquaintance, Kapitolina Alexandrovna. The woman she was still not old at all, but all kind of crumpled, chewed. Her room was tiny, but in the center, with windows overlooking the house of Ivan Kozlovsky. We live with her in a room together, with bedbugs, but still. And behind the wall (the apartment is communal) - two young girls with their parents. In another room - a retired policeman. No kitchen, gas stove in the hallway. The toilet is also stuck here. And the bath is close at all - in Chernyshevsky baths.

About these girls will be my story, or rather, about the younger Ole. The eldest is Kate, my age, beautiful was a girl, but it was very healthy vymahala. I myself, you see, did not get out by the growth, and then it was completely slender. Therefore, Katya and I were just friends and did not think about anything else.

Suddenly, I began to notice that the younger Olenka was behaving in a strange way. I began to see my eyes all the time. Once, even to the toilet, she slipped past me in one combination. Only I was not up to her then. At my institute I had a sweetheart, and our affairs with her moved very quickly. I already had my man in my bosom, and by the way, under the skirt, I was admitted almost to the end. And everything was about to take place, the weather only hindered: there was a cold spring, and there was no empty apartment. Otherwise, I would have fucked her a long time ago, we both really wanted that. Where is Olya to notice me?

And, however, in vain I did not notice it.The girl she was very attractive, with a pretty attractive face, plump, and the waist is thin and thin. And the chest is also not at all small. She then went to school, in the last grade. Well, apparently, casually fell in love with me, without even noticing it. And I, that is called, neither ear nor snout.

And then suddenly there is such a story. Some rare form of asthma suddenly shows up at my college girlfriend. Parents grab her and, despite the fact that I have not had time to fuck her, they take her to the Crimea for several months. I remain, it can be said, with a member standing up, which is absolutely nowhere to stick. At that time, my finances were missing for me, and there was no mistress, even the most unhappy one. It was here that I noticed a neighbor.

Somehow I come home early, and I see her in her robe and hair curlers, covered with a kerchief.

“Oliun,” I tell her, “are you going somewhere today or do you just want to please me?”

And on curlers showing. She blushed while I continue

So after all, I like you and so with straight hair, and even now, with hair curlers on your head.

The girl faded away more and ran to her room, and I followed her. He approached and timidly embraced, hoping at heart for a serious rebuff. He, however, did not follow. Olya dutifully put her lips up for kissing, but didn’t answer them herself. Then she pulled away and in a special voice said:

- No need, someone will come here. Come better tomorrow early.

Needless to say, the next day I flew home like a scalded dog. Olya opened the door to me without a hair curler, in a pretty light blouse and a short checkered skirt. Here I first noticed the slender legs of my neighbor.

On Fridays, the inhabitants of the apartment sprawled who where. Olina's parents gathered to go to the country directly from work. The policeman and his wife for the third day stayed outside the city. My hostess Kapitolina this Friday made a traditional monthly visit to her cousin living in a huge apartment on Bashilovka, and was going to stay there until Monday. Katka was not at home either, but we did not know her plans.

I pulled Olenka to me, but she deftly twisted and said:

- Come to you, and then Katka is about to declare.

We entered my room and sat on the sofa. Olya did not break out of my arms anymore, said only:

- Why are you doing this, because you have Tanya?

I did not dedicate it to our difficulties with Tanya and preferred the traditional male explanation:

- What are you? I broke up with her a long time ago and it's all because of you. I like you so much, just no strength.

And I began to lie with inspiration, alternating words with kisses and myself believing what I was saying. How we kissed! To dizziness, not looking up from each other. I put Olya on my lap and let go of tender lips only to pay tribute to the neck, cheeks and eyes of my girl.

- Isn't it hard for you? She whispered.

It was not hard for me, with trepidation I felt the soft Olya's body, my cock hardened, resting on him, and Olya shuddered, feeling it.

Kissing the tender neck, I went down lower and lower and, when the buttons of the blouse interfered with me, I began to unfasten them. Olya did not resist. She meekly allowed me to unbutton her bra too, and her breasts with pink nipples appeared in the light of day. I immediately put my lips to them.

In general, it was moving. However, when I put my hand on Olin's knee, she abruptly dropped it and did not allow her to touch her leg.

- Do not! She said sternly. I do not want.

I don’t know how long her rigor would suffice, but the front door rattled. Olya fluttered from my lap, instantly cleaned herself up, and we went to meet Katya.

“Ah, there you are,” the tall Katya said indifferently, “I have been disaccustomed for today and am going to Lyuska to the country.” Right now. Olka, if the parents call, tell them that I will appear on Sunday.

An hour later, dressed and wearing make-up, she rode away, and Olya and I again ...