I never would have thought that I would descend to this ... Never, honestly. I shook the thermometer, which showed the cool temperature for 39 (almost unbearable for me) and hardly got up to put on clothes. Andryukha waited patiently, looking at me with a smirk.

- Well, how, ready to work and defense?

“Fuck off, be so kind,” I croaked with difficulty. There was a little tick in my throat, a disgusting gurgle in my lungs, but the worst thing was in my head and ... do not believe it, roughly speaking, between my legs ...

Since I broke up with the last girl, more than six months have passed. Work, study and work again somehow distracted, until 2 weeks ago bronchitis fell off his feet ... And then it began. At first, he began to torture the penis himself ... Suddenly and inappropriately, pulsing and transmitting a strange, so familiar to anyone, probably a man, except the most inveterate impotent, a tremor of excitement up the belly and back. I thought it was because of the disease, if you don’t know where this blood comes from, it’s uncomfortable, of course, but it will come down, and it’s worse. But he was directly eager to fight, and the higher the temperature became, the more fucking became me and the member, the tension in which brought me to the quiet moans, did not believe it myself.

He gritted his teeth and put up with it, he still lacked strength. Then they began to torment the dreams ... I sleep since childhood "as if shot," especially if I get tired. All my girls were terrified of this dead dream and had the disgusting tendency to wake me in the middle of the night, in order to check whether I had thrown back the hooves or not. And then ... I woke up every hour, worn out so that it was sickening ... Dying insanely passionate caress of unknown hands and lips ... The interweaving of hot bodies, well, mine, of course, and the unknown girl ... groans full of erotic languor and pleasure ... It was a disaster. But I was attached ... As my lungs were filled with phlegm and my head was fogged, I realized the main thing: I was betrayed by my body. Everything. And the brain. I wanted to caress.

Unbearable. It was a terrifying discovery. Somehow, in a strange way, the disease twisted me, twisting my consciousness - I passionately wanted just affection ... Weasel with a capital letter, so that they are tender or not so good, I don’t have to choose, women's hands touched my inflamed body ... they stroked the burning one now painfully sensitive skin with trembling fingers ... and eyes ... for some reason, the eyes seemed to be the main ones ... so that they would be dark and look with tenderness ... And do not say that this is idiotic, I know myself. I have always been independent and free, I was proud of it, but here ... Though I howl, by God ... Besides, I generally preferred blue-eyed people. Am I mutated? When these unbearable torments reached their apogee, Andryukha, an old and not very reliable friend, suddenly came to the rescue.

After listening to my unfinished, embarrassed and confused explanations during the visit of courtesy, he slapped me on the knee so that the cotton smacked somewhere in the already ringing crown, and shouted:

- Well, everything is clear!

- What all"? - I asked rather gloomily. Honestly, did not imagine that it was possible to understand from my confused, nervous explanations, similar to paranoid delusions.

- Everything, absolutely, - he patted me on the shoulder much softer than the knee and began to dig in the notebook. He had no mobile in his life, so old-fashioned my old friend. He grabbed the phone and, quickly dialing a number, began to listen in silence to the beeps.

“Oh, damn it, not that,” he said, hearing a flirty hello at the other end of the line.

- What-what, I was going to hide me in the nuthouse? - I gave birth to a grim joke.

- Do not ... wait ... it seems this one ... - listening to the beeps, he briefly explained to me:

- In short, rumor ... I know who will definitely help you, do not flutter and hold on, everything will be normal. There is such a girl, just what you need right now.

I choked on tea without raspberry jam, for I had nowhere to get it, and weakly jerked, trying to take the pipe from this psycho.He pushed me onto the bed and threatened me with a finger.

- Druh, yes, you yourself need to check your brains. What are you doing?! Nicherta did not understand and climb!

He calmly listened to me and raised his finger, so that I would be silent. There was some kind of childish “Ale?” In the phone, and I already thought that he would drop the phone again.

- Sweetheart ... This is an old friend ... Is it possible to ponder something with you? - he mumbled, somehow very pleasantly into the phone and went into the kitchen.

I threw my body exhausted by illness, temperature and wild thirst for petting my body.

He returned from the kitchen, beaming like a polished shoe of high-quality shoe polish.

- Get ready, commander. It would not be late.

After the senseless disputes that have completely weakened me, we crawled out of the house. Sitting in a taxi, I looked at Andrew evilly. He had a strange face ... Very strange.

- What have you done, freak? - hissed, more precisely, I grunted. - So I thought that you NON-CHER-TA did not understand ... I can not with ... ask ... with ... a girl of easy virtue, it is ... it's disgusting, it's dirty, Druh .. .

He looked at me strangely. Very strange. Somewhere through me.

- Who said I did not understand, commander? BUT? Do you think ... - he paused and continued somehow hoarsely, with longing. - Do you think that if I am always so cool Meng, who always have everything super, then I, damn, never want to, that women’s eyes would look at least with the participation and fingers touched tenderly? Never, you think, I have such that you wake up at night and you want to shout from the pain inside, because you dream so tender that cheekbones reduce? Do you think ... Brother ... sometimes so little is needed, but this "little" is nowhere to get ...

I lowered my head. Now I needed a lot, awesome a lot.

The violet-painted door blurred before my shooting eyes. I closed my eyes to relieve the tension.

- Andrey, you? - asked a child's voice from behind the door.

- Honey, we, we, open, here sick.

The door swung open quickly, but purple, colors of the door, circles, ovals, diamonds and other geometric figures were floating before my eyes.

- Yes, yes, I remember, I remember. Come on. Put him in a chair, there it is, it is more convenient.

I was seated, and I finally closed my eyes and relaxed a aching, tired body, torn by pain and desire. Amazing combination.

The children's voice came from the next room, its owner talked with Andrey. Something was in her intonations that I almost had a tiny tear in my eyes, before I became weak and sensitive. Damn bronchitis ...

The door slammed shut and everything was quiet around, only the wind outside the window was rustling, but I was not interested. I was not interested in anything at all, I firmly decided to collect the remnants of strength, pride and ... mmmm ... patience and get out of here as quickly as possible, until the owner returned and began to annoy me.

Despite the excitement of the penis and the body in general, I was ready to fight for my cleanliness and integrity, even with my teeth and nails, which also ached in my own way. I did not even try to open my eyes, saving my strength.

Time flowed silently. I tried to get up, but collapsed back, feeling the blood in my temples pulsing in unison with the member, causing me to sigh frantically.

A cool hand fell on my forehead by itself, it even seemed to me to be too cold, probably because of the temperature. I froze. In place of the hand put a wet, slightly warm towel, and a sigh of relief escaped by itself. The towel absorbed the heat of the forehead and the inflamed eyelids, and the blood drained from the head ... If it were possible to cool me between my legs ...

But there was too hot and intense. I didn’t even notice how and when the soft, equally cool lips touched my blinded eyelids. Cheek pressed for a second ...