Why did he leave so long? Now I sit here on a bench in the dark with not even my acquaintances, but acquaintances of my acquaintances. I see that he is nothing. He smells of medicine from his thin body, he is younger than me, he has no experience, he tries his best to show off, and that makes him even more pitiful. This list of flaws can be continued to infinity, but despite the length of the list (apparently directly proportional to the size of its member), I still want it. I feel that everything is straining in me and that if I do not relax in the near future, then I will probably be torn to pieces.
- Well, so here we go through the city ..., - he says, - and that we are all about me and about me. Can you tell me something about yourself?
He looks into my eyes. He is trying to see permission there! Damn these intelligent boys, why do they always need permission? And in other matters, come to your senses, Natasha, you have a boyfriend, your boyfriend will be back soon. Calm - only calm.
- What would you like to hear? - the biggest nonsense which one could say. But the question is also not wit a brilliance. But tension reigns in the air. Is it interesting only in my air or in it too?
- Well, I do not know ... Natasha, overtook Katya, Masha and Dasha. She bypassed them on turns and here is a student-Natasha at the finish, hurray Natasha!
Wow. What a bottle of beer does to a man. However, it looks like it is not a beer ...
- Listen, have you finished your beer? Let's go to the cafe some coffee weed? Or take a walk?
Blinnnn. What am I doing next to him? I understand he is not with anyone. He is all alone in this city. I'm alone too. The result is on the face, rather not in another place.
- Almost finished. Let's go to.
I wonder if he will turn around now and make a “kissing” movement, what will I answer to this?
We walk the dark streets. I try not to go out under the light of lanterns and not to be seen by passersby. People pass by - a day off as nothing. The situation is piquant, seemingly innocent walk of two formally familiar people of the opposite sex. I catch myself thinking that it would be nice to see what wealth hide his black jeans. Women's curiosity - whether it is not okay. Somehow I restrain myself from not looking in the direction of the lightning.
- Listen, let's come to me. I need to go to the toilet.
I estimate the situation. It is eleven in the evening, dark, he lives alone, comfort is true in the corridor - the removal of one room has its drawbacks. He was already visiting him, I know the area well, and I seem to trust him.
- Come on. I need it too.
On the way, we are talking about something, I try to grasp the meaning of the conversation, but heartbeats drown out all my efforts.
And here we are near the toilet.
- Well, you go first.
- Yes, no. You probably go first.
- Aah, no, I'll wait for you in the room. Do not be afraid that there is no latch. Her Petka, my neighbor, broke off after a drunk last Sunday. So far, we can not make a new one. By the light in the glass at the top is determined.
“You have fun here,” I say and flush to the toilet.
Interesting he hears the sound? The room is opposite, although the door ... yes no, he does not hear anything. The speed of my movements probably broke all records for writing, including public toilets at train stations. I was not at all pleased with the prospect of seeing Petya a neighbor. I opened the door to call him - Alyosha. And he is right there - face to face with him.
- And you quickly. What is so scary? - ears cuts sound “sh.”
Whisper sneaks up to the bones, goosebumps crawl away from him on the back and in wet pants. I think I blushed so much that I lit up in this dark, smelly corridor like a red night light. To me, as to any decent light bulb, night butterflies fly over and cover my eyes. His body is very close. It excites, stirs ... Lips - my death, thin, probably such sweet ... Alyoshin's hands, as if by chance, touch my thighs. I shudder.I shuddered so much from the invasion of my territory, when the dressmaker touched me, still a little, taking measurements on a dress. I started when the boy's hand touched the hair between her legs for the first time.
- Do you have something to drink? - I ignore his question.
- Coca-cola, mineral water, wine, champagne?
“You live richly,” I move away from the door jamb, thereby freeing my territory.
No, he is still not the one for whom you can barter. Where am I then with such experience and remorse? I drink water, mineral. The room is a mess, but as always. Alyosha told me something about a friend who is in disbelief that his room is a mess, and “people come to him”, said that people do not come to look at the mess, but look at him. By Alesha, many came to look at the mess, so he was unique.
- Well, I have to go.
- I spend you.
Well, do something. Push me to the fridge. Kiss on the neck. Do not let me go! Get under the skirt. You also want this. Tear off the nylon pantyhose (even though they are completely new, I will forgive you). And even if I want to leave with my mind, I cannot do it with my body. Slacker ...
I get home safely.
In the morning, as always, I knock on a visit to my conscience. I'm testing it for remorse. There is no remorse. My baby is clean from treason to herself. The mood is great. The phone rings. In the tube, Aleshin’s voice says something ...