Her name was Kisse. George met her on one of the countless islands of the Aegean Sea, where he rested savage.

The island was small, like a thimble, and all consisted of chalk cliffs, blindingly white as glaciers. They were drowning in a deep blue sea and the same sky. The sun was burning through the blue, and from the white fire that had been turned over into the sea and sky, dizzy.

Every dawn, George asked himself if he was going crazy, and every sunset looked at the sinking sun, sitting on the rocks that were made red as bile. Three days ago, he pushed on the subway, ate pasties, worked, ran, swore, but here it was all less believable than Odysseus and sirens. Here was a world of salt, dense blue and fire, blue in the morning, white at noon, and red at sunset.

... She showed up on the third day. George was swimming naked, and she spied on him, thinking that she was not visible. Curious eyes boring him so that he suddenly became shy. The athlete, the frequenter of the gymnasium, George suddenly felt the strength of his body, and it was a strange feeling, drunk and chilly, like a sea, if you jump into it from the heat. For five minutes he decided to hail the curious eyes of the curious eyes - but instead he suddenly rushed into the waves and dived.

He swam for a long time, forcefully breaking through the water, and when he returned, the eye was no longer there. But the next day they appeared again. They insisted on looking naked George, and he finally decided:

- Hey! Go here!

“So what if I'm naked?” He urged himself. “I wonder if she speaks English? And if not? A naked man is calling to himself ... what a nightmare! ”Thought crimson George.

The girl turned out to be black-haired, black-eyed and beautiful to the improbability.

It was pure antique beauty, proportionate and subtle, as from ancient amphoras, but alive, warm, and a little bit still immature. “Nymph,” thought George, “or naiad. Damn it - three thousand years have passed, and the girls are here, as in Homer with Euripides, or whatever they are ... ”

She wore no chiton and sandals, as nymphs should wear, but a white T-shirt with Mick Jagger and blue bathing shorts. There was nothing on her feet except a crust of dried clay.

- What are you there? Hiding. Let's swim, - George told her, cursing himself for a wooden voice, for a terrible English and for everything.

- I am not hiding. I am sitting. Just like that, - answered the nymph. She was very shy, as was George.

- What are you sitting? Hot. Such good water.
- Oh yeah! So hot!
“It's always hot in Greece.” In Greece, very, very hot sun.
- Oh yes, very hot!

The conversation was getting better.

- ... Want to water? With me?
- ABOUT! Want! I really, really want! But...
- You can not swim?
- I know how. But...
- What?
“But I don't have ... how to say it?” Well ... Just a t-shirt.
- So what?
- But ...

The sight of her when she was taking off her T-shirt cannot be described: George did not see such a madman in any of his eyes. He immediately swelled down, and he crouched down.

- and all? Undress completely, do not be afraid. We will be like the Greek gods, - George told her, hiding shame.
- ABOUT! You look like a Greek god. I thought you were Greek.

She had strong, bulging nipples and small children's breasts, like those of ancient statues. She paused for a second, looking inquiringly at George and pulling off her panties.

“For the first time,” thought George, seeing the sweet horror in her eyes, “are they all so patriarchal here?”

- What's your name?
- Eeee ... Kisse. Ancient Greek name. Here, I'm naked, completely naked, like you. Will people see us?
- See - so what? Kisse Wonderful name. Like a kiss. I am George, Joe, - he distorted to something in a foreign way. - Hi, Kisse!

He was squatting in front of her, and Kise's bare farm curled right in front of his face.

- Hi, Joe! I ... I ...
- What?
- I never met naked.
- I, too. Shy?
- Shy? ... How is it? ... Ah! I understand...
- You're so beautiful. You look like a Greek goddess.
- I understand! And you! you're ugly, but strong, big. You're such a boxing!
“So we are gods.” We are ancient gods. And the gods are not shy, - answered George. Looking at her body, he squeezed his legs more tightly, frowned and thought: “Now I’ll burst. Hurry to the water ... "- And let's swim! Hot! We will burn! We will, like coal. Come on! Come on! - he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the water.

... The waves burned with coolness. There was a cold current in the bay, and the ancient gods, entering the water on the chest, suffocated and squealed, frantically threshing the water with their hands and feet.

- Aaaaaaaa! It's cold! - Kissé laughed and screamed, eyes wide. The awkwardness dissolved into the stinging blue, and the ancient gods splashed like madcaps; the lack of English words was filled with interjections, cry, groan, squeal, wheeze and meow; the blue dome of the sky, heavy and hot, piled over them, and the white sun burned them from above, warming their wet heads ...

Both of them were hoarse, drunk, stifled water, puffed, died out, and soon crawled to exhaustion on the brown stone near the shore.

- Ahhhh! - Kissé laughed again and again, - it's cold! I'm tired, like from work!

She ate on the stone, legs apart. The lilac folds of her writing, not wanting to fit in the shell, protruded forward like soft algae, carpeted the bottom and stones.

***

The next day she came again. All night George thought why she ran away, and if he had not offended her, hadn’t gone too far with her exposure, but Kisse herself got bare while walking, stretching her bare legs, and shouted to him:

- We will, like the ancient gods? I like!
- I understood: you know who? You are a Nereid, the little mistress of the sea ...
- And you, maybe, satyr? The god of this rock, such a big beautiful god, but soft, not bestial!

She owned English even worse than George - but they understood each other very well, especially in the water, more icily than ever that morning:
- Ahhhh! Wiiii! Ahhhhh! Nope breathe! I'm not at all! I can't mow! ... ”Kisse squealed, hanging on George.
- We are tempered. White and blue. Hot and cold, also with salt! It's like Damascus steel. We will be strong, stronger than steel, - George told her, choosing words with difficulty. Wet Kisse looked at him enthusiastically.

She had blue-black curls, in some strands faded to bronze, and a thin mouth, red as algae, which grew under boulders. She was already climbing to him, striving to touch, cuddle - and George understood: THIS will happen very soon.

From the first minute it was obvious what led her, why she went to him and looked at him with eyes swollen with dark salt. Georgy understood that bodies that were brought together so closely could not be separated for long, and he was ready to burst like the fruit of grass, impatient. He did not know how IT would be, did not know how long to wait ...

But everything happened quickly and unexpectedly. They were sitting on the sand - and suddenly George, having become cold, drew Kisse to himself.

"What? Just like that? Scared! offended! it is impossible !!! ”- flashed hectic thoughts; but the lips had already sucked into the warm mouth, the tongue penetrated inside, enveloped in cherished salt, and the frightened Kisse bit her like a puppy.

“Don't bite,” George told her, sliding his hand over his wet body. - You have a boyfriend? - He asked, raskoryachivaya Kisshe in the sand. She was silent, looking at him with awe.

... It was narrow, firm, dense, like an unripe fruit, and George moderated the pressure.

- Are you a girl? You have not fucked? - He whispered, gradually ripping the adhesive passage. Kisshe sobbed, shaking her head ....