Kostya did not immediately realize that I “burned” him. From his position it was convenient to observe the general panorama of my sofa. At a certain angle, it was almost completely visible in the doorway. But here it was difficult to consider minor details. And bylets hindered, and door slopes. In general, Kostya realized that he was revealed only when I gave him a friendly hand. The poor fellow was frightened and ran off. Even tried to pretend to be asleep.

But he immediately realized that it was useless to deny it. He folded his arms with a “house” on his chest in a silent plea, sort of apologizing. In response, I twisted my finger at my temple, they say, why are you my friend, sbrendil? Found what to apologize for. Then he put a pair of fingers to his lips, with a gesture of inviting him to go out for a smoke. He, annoyed, pointed somewhere down on the bedspread. I realized that he means an erection, which has not yet left him. Kostya asked me with gestures to wait outside, but he would calm down and immediately pull himself up.

I twisted in response to him the ring "OK" of the fingers. I asked Olya to fly over to the wall, intending to rise from the sofa. She asked in a whisper:

- Where are you going?

- To smoke.

- I also want to give something to throw.

- T-shirt go?

- Yes, she will be short to me, to the panties.

- Come on, come on! Well you are not a star of screens, and there are no heaps of reporters. No one will see you! Three in the morning, Christmas trees, everyone is sleeping!

- Anyway, I can not.

- Well, wrap up in the sheet then.

- Exactly! As I did not immediately guess.

A couple of minutes later we were blissfully tautting cigarette smoke, sitting on the bench, mentioned in the first part, at the very entrance to our home. Olya smoked silently, pensively examining a smoldering cigarette after each puff. I was silent too, enjoying the pre-dawn silence. We’ve almost finished smoking when the door creaked open and Kostya slipped out on tiptoe. He mastered the erection because narrow sports shorts were not sticking to the groin area. There was nothing more on his clothes.

My friend turned out to be a talented actor. He very naturally depicted a sleepy look, shivered from the cold, and asked me for a cigarette. Politely greeted us and asked:

- How was your walk? Where were you?

- Yes, they walked normally. On the embankment hung out, went to the sea. Now we finish the bed and go to sleep, Ole is far from the house to get there, we will spend the night.

“She'll be out of work,” the girl corrected me with a smile, carefully putting out the butt in a metal jar from under the coffee that served us as an ashtray.

“Understood,” Kostya yawned, “How many go to the beach?”

Judging by the idiotic question, my friend was not embarrassed in earnest. He is rather timid in dealing with ladies. I know his habits in such situations. If it draws yawns, it means that it does not know what to pause. While yawning - frantically thinks that such a blurt out. And, almost always, some nonsense blurt out. About the beach - he is still relatively well thought out. Sometimes, it happens, it gives out that you don’t immediately understand what it is said to, and where to put it. Tupit, in one word. Then I have to pick up this topic, and smooth corners. For the rest - the world guy.

This time I also came to his rescue:

- From the morning it would be nice to dive. Hours to eleven, while the sun is not dangerous. You, by the way, need to do? Or are you still in full charge of training? Olja, you, by the way, do not know what you are talking to the future Olympic champion in swimming? Kostyan last week in the Olympic Reserve made.

- Sanya, why are you again heading people to a champion? (Kostya was noticeably embarrassed). I just do swimming for myself.

- Oh, that okay you cry the blues! - I sincerely laughed in response, - To Holland in a month, to the competitions, are you also just going?

Olya stuck in our friendly skirmish:

- So you are a swimmer? For some reason I thought so, when I got to know each other. Because of the figure, I guess. Shoulders are wide, narrow hips, arms muscular. Straight, Apollo.

Kostya was even more embarrassed, having downcast a look.

- What are you smoking then? You can not! (Olga re-lit).

- It is impossible. But I sometimes indulge. Here I come back from the sea - and I will leave until next summer. I have been doing this for fifteen years.

- Strange somehow. You have such prospects, and you do not appreciate this chance in life.

The conversation threatened to go "to naught", and not reaching the standing chain, thanks to which it would be possible to realize its insidious plan. I'm not just pulled Kostya out of bed on the street. Therefore, we had to artificially direct the conversation in the right direction:

- Yes, let him smoke, if there are no brains. I told him the same thing said a thousand times. Forget it, in short, let it live as it knows. Let's go back to Apollo?

Olya looked puzzled at me:

- In terms of?

- I mean, do you like Kostyan? Superficially, is it like a picture in a magazine?

The girl looked uncomprehendingly at my friend, embarrassed by my question no less than hers. Then she turned back to face me:

- Well, like ... Cute. Why?

- I wonder simply, if he had asked you about something indecent, would you send him right away? Or at first thought about his request?

They both looked at me, frightened, and Olga said uncertainly:

- I do not understand ... What are you talking about ...? What do you mean... ?

- Yes, I do not drive at anything. I ask directly. Now, if he asked you for a blowjob now, would you?

The boys turned pale, as if a ghost appeared in front of them, instead of me. For a moment, it even seemed that they were now in unison, without saying a word, that they would give it to a lady. Each in its own way. But a second passed, another, and I heard another question of my resort mistress:

- Sash, are you crazy? Generally think you ask?

- Why did I ask this? The usual question. I wonder just would have done or not? Purely hypothetical.

For some time a tense pause hung in the air, electrifying with every second. Finally, Olga shook her shoulders and replied:

- Well, if hypothetically - no.

- And why? For what reason? - I did not let up.

- Even if only because he has a girlfriend.

- So what? I also have in Dnepropetrovsk, and you are not free. But half an hour ago it did not bother you.

Olya was shyly silent, afraid to look up at Kostya, who stood in a daze. The girl realized that a stranger to her boyfriend saw, and heard everything that happened on the creaky couch. She, of course, had no illusions that I would not share the details of the previous night with my friend. But that would be later, for a bottle of beer, and alone with him.

Now it was wildly inconvenient for her to discuss the details of her intimate life in his presence. I felt that I had driven her into a trap, and rushed to finish off the victim:

“So what’s the difference between his lady and mine?”

Olya answered quietly, dropping her eyes to the ground:

- The fact that I don't know your girlfriend. You didn't tell me, by the way, that you have someone, for that matter. And with his (she jerked her chin in the direction of my discouraged friend) Anya sat at one table, ate from one plate. I will not be able to look into her eyes later.

- Why should she look into her eyes? Well, this is Kostya, with her going on with love, not for you. He had already gone twenty times from her left, and nothing, no conscience hurts.

I then, of course, pretty badly. First of all, I didn’t have a standing girl at that time. And secondly, Kostya did not just keep her faithful to Anyutka. He, besides her, is elementary, there were no other girls at all. As well as Ani, the other guys. They synchronized with virginity broke up a couple of months ago. On the move, I thought of all this, so that the fall into which Olya bent, it turned out to be quick and painless for her. Like, we are all here at the same time, baby, all in one topic.

- Well, Ol, did not change your mind? Maybe it would still be taken into his mouth if he asked? (I switched ...