Do you know what a corporate party is? Okay, did you go to the disco in your native institute? Well, at least for a birthday to some familiar girl?

Although everything is clear. Someone carnivorous licks his lips, remembering that very corner and that very stranger in a short skirt, who was called ... what was her name? Julia? Sveta? Lena? However, this is not important. Another sighs sadly, remembering how his one and only dancer danced with another, defiantly twirling her ass and pressing her whole body to her cavalier. The third one thinks how much he drank at that time, if he had not done anything irreparable.

However, everyone has something different after this evening.

What do you remember, Reader?

Remember how groups began to form in the corners of the hall? Girls still with fresh makeup, so sexy in their tops and trousers, tight tight ass; guys nervously pulling beer and throwing frank (as it seems to them so far) views on the fair sex. It's only the beginning...

And so it begins. The first melodies sound. Only the most courageous and groovy dance, the rest look at them, giggling and whispering. The beer is not yet finished, the hall is not fully warmed up, everyone takes up more of the stage than the neighbors on the site, although these also do not suffer from lack of attention. However, the magic cog in my head has not yet blown off the thread. Look at her, this is the very humble girl who blushed yesterday from your look at her chest! What is her, it turns out, a nice figure in these pants! And this piercing on her tummy!

Well, an hour later you turn around to a friend and see ... Yes, he is dancing with that girl in a white skirt! You try to squeeze a laugh out of yourself, and suddenly you notice that you are not heard. How loud! The eardrums will burst now!

And the melody is wow ... Gradually you are drawn into the dance. Shoulders, legs, arms, shoulders, legs, arms, slower at first, then faster, faster, even faster ...

Nobody looks at the stage anymore - the partner’s body is much more interesting. Darkness and spotlights hide flaws, surprisingly highlighting the beauty of faces and shapes. You are separated from your group towards those girls in short little black skirts. Yeah, yes they are alone - you will be the third. At first they do not notice you, but then you meet the gaze of one of them. Exchange smiles. What's your name? - you yell in her ear. Yana? And you? We will be familiar - very nice.

Twenty minutes later they are waving a pen to you and moving away towards the other group, smiling at parting.

How are you tired ... You go to the edge of the hall. Freshen up with something. Oh, what is it? Someone pulls you by the hand. Yeah, so these are two smiling girls in blue jeans and tops. What's your name? Very nice ... dancing. Music is replaced, you take one of them by the waist, directing its movements with your hands. She provocatively twists her ass, listening to your hands, laughs, looks into your eyes. Her back is wet and warm, but now you like it. Put your fingers on her spine. What is it? You feel the fingers of her pulse! Yes, yes, this is her pulse!

Another thirty minutes of endless movement. Your hands are already wet from yours and her sweat, you can smell the deodorant, though it's unclear whose smell it is, and nobody cares.

Step aside. Already quite crazy, you touch the hands of some girls, they don’t notice this in ecstasy, carried away by themselves and their partners.

Your hand connects with someone. So, you know her! Hi, hi, how are you, where do you study ... Music is replaced by the same loud, but slower. You take her by the waist, she embraces you uncertainly by the shoulders. So much you know her, and never once took the waist! So thin ... Too wet, but somehow cold ... Or was it warm when you touched it with your fingers?

The music is screaming to hear something, you are pressing your cheek against it ... Her cheek against yours ... She is also wet, and also cold for some reason ... Something is screaming in her ear, no matter what, just not to let her body go away from you, not to lose contact ... She puts her arms around your neck more tightly, you stroke her back. Looking at, smiling ...

But here, the music ends. You move away. Meet her gaze. You smile. You disperse, overflowing with feelings, with fiercely beating hearts.

Once you go to the edge of the site. And suddenly ... It's Masha, or Ale, or Vika, the one in blue jeans, the pulse of which was imprinted an hour ago on the pads of your fingers! You smile, do not hesitate at all, embrace her around the waist - it is clear that the cog is still torn off. You start to dance, shaking your hips. Both you and her don't care, you try to squeeze yourself into each other, your leg between hers, hers between yours, arms tightly embrace your partner. Suddenly you catch yourself thinking that you are constantly looking into each other’s eyes. You can see how the spotlights are reflected in her dilated pupils, I want to see everything in detail - no, this is just necessary! - leaning forward and ... Her lips are so soft, supple ... Warm, rough tongue ... Selflessly absorbed into each other, intertwining with tongues and colliding with teeth ...

But here, you notice that the song is over. Pull back, smile - and go in different directions. You wipe your lips, throw yourself on a chair, devastated.

Five minutes later, you notice that everything is dancing again. Hey! A girl with blond beautiful hair runs up to you, laughing, smacking you on the cheek and pulling you out onto the landing. You remember - you have not seen for half a year, although even then, six months ago, you did not know her name. What? Zhenya? You are great dancing!

And after half an hour, again you realize that someone else's cheek is also wet, warm ... no, now you feel something else ... Yes, it's the smell of powder, then smeared on the girl's face! You touch the tongue of her face — a salty, slightly bitter taste. Laughs Dancing, departs, giving a goodbye another kiss on the cheek.

Hour of the night The legs do not hold, hands like cotton, but in the mouth terribly dry. But you cannot stop, and you say goodbye to your friends (although, what to say, all friends are already there) - dancing, dancing, moving your torso and head. You kiss anybody, you try to catch the hand of a comrade, who also cannot slow down.

That's all. Checking things, money, documents, go to the exit. So. There is already standing there, waiting for someone, the same girl with a body suddenly cold in your hands. You even remember her name! You come up - she doesn't seem to notice you. Suddenly you bend down and kiss her on the cheek, smiling, moving on. But before that you manage to catch her gaze - not the same as on the court, but another one, in which there is something else besides the desire to dance with a nice acquaintance. Finally, you notice - she blushed! No, she did not blush - her neck was covered with a barely noticeable blush.

Leaving Minibus - subway - on foot - you're home. You take off through wet (only deodorant saved) clothes, go to the shower, eat something, throw yourself on the bed. Thirty minutes stupidly you look at the ceiling, you come to yourself, fast images, memories flash in your head ... And in the end, when the eyes are already stuck together, you remember that last kiss, and the neck covered with a blush. The picture in your head suddenly became so clear that the dream disappeared like a hand - you frantically trying to understand what happened, why such an insignificant episode was the only one that could clear your head ... Nothing. Nonsense, overworked, danced, went too far ... You fall asleep.

In two days you walk along a familiar corridor, vigorous, fresh, neat. Oh hi! This is she - with blond hair! Suits, smacking his cheek, you are talking about something, smacking again and go on yourself further. You pass by a vaguely familiar face, suddenly you remember soft lips and a rough tongue. She also remembered, you are on the go smiling at each other ... and that's it.

But here, something else ... For some reason, my heart began to beat faster (I probably went upstairs), my head was spinning a little. Hello! How are you? This is the one that you kissed just before the exit. You smile, you start talking about something - and suddenly you realize that she is the brightest image left after that party, because of her you lost control of your heart and head, because of her all the other girls seem faded and blurry ... Go somewhere, talk about something ... Look around ... Smile ...

Do you remember, Reader?