The story I want to tell you really happened. I will remember it for the rest of my life, as one of the most vivid impressions, and perhaps even the brightest.

Several years ago I had such a period, which probably happens in the life of every man - I broke up with a girl, long-term relationships failed, my nerves were rather exhausted by this far from the most beautiful parting, and the familiar phrase temporarily settled in my soul : “Life is shit, all the girls are whores, and the sun is a fucking flashlight.” But, as you know, I did not get fucked. But I did not smile at all in any relations at all. In short, I wanted the notorious sex without commitment. And he happened to me, but I wanted to more often.

One of the ways to catch girls, whom I thought of, was a dating site, on which I cheerfully posted a questionnaire, with a brief description of myself, with my photos, and got ready for the stream of those who wanted to meet. Well, what, I reasoned, everything is with me - a boxer, a sports figure, not a freak, not a fool, not a beggar. However, I was so naive that for the purpose of dating I honestly chose “sex for one or two times”, or something like that.

There were no responses. And those girls whom I wrote to myself, for some reason, were not eager to sleep with me, even those who had the same "one-time sex" for the purposes. What nonsense, I thought, why girls become such goodies as soon as it comes to bed. A couple of times, of course, there was a correspondence, and quite frankly, but when it came to a real meeting, the girl began to crease and eventually disappeared. As a result, I was largely disappointed in this way of dating, but still, out of habit, I regularly visited the site.

And now, a few months after the questionnaire was posted, I received a message from one girl, she wanted to meet and talk, and, with mutual sympathy, go straight to the point. It was something new. I met such an attitude for the first time. There were no photos in her profile, and the first thing I thought was: “Probably scary. Or some fuckin '. We exchanged several messages, and she sent a couple of photos by mail. To my surprise, she turned out to be a very nice girl, not a noteworthy beauty, but she wanted to look at her - big brown naughty eyes, long dark hair, a slightly upturned nose, plump lips. And she didn’t look at all like a licentious girl, rather a cute girl, with whom they walk, holding hands, and tell her how to find constellations in the sky. It was all the more surprising when she proposed the following - we meet in some cozy cafe (I had to choose), communicate, get to know each other better, if she likes me, she gives me that evening, then we part and we meet. The signal for this was to be whether she paid for herself or not. If I pay the bill in full, she is ready. It suited me one hundred percent, I suggested to rent a hotel room in advance, but it turned out that she could not stand the hotel, and she liked the car much more. Fortunately, I had a car, so the discussion of "technical issues" ended there.

And then came the hour "H" - Friday night. For the meeting, I chose a rather popular place in the city - “Tubeteika” teahouse, although the food is not of the highest class, but there is a decent hookah, and you can eat on the floor, that is, on the couch, which has to informal communication. Marina (at least as she introduced herself) asked to pick her up at such an address. It was a very decent area in the city center. I described my car to her, arrived at the appointed time, and now she opens the door and easily and gracefully takes place next to me. She looked better than in the pictures! I exhaled in my mind and, after saying hi-hi, I stretched to peck her.To my joy, she did not pull away, but gave a cheek, pleasantly smelling and tender. She was in a good mood, and we chatted about some kind of nonsense, laughed - it’s good that she got into the right car, and then how many maniacs drive around the city, how disgustingly we repair roads in the city, as she was once stopped for brick, and then released, but still all the cops are goats, and so on and so forth. A meaningless conversation for as yet strangers, but which allows you to tune in to one wave. I glanced at her cute profile, and it seemed incredible to me, then in a couple of hours I would probably fuck this carefree girl in the same car, without long courtship, gifts and confessions.

Having taken a reserved table in the teahouse, we continued to communicate also naturally. Marina turned out to be a wonderful interlocutor, there was no ostentatious arrogance and inaccessibility and neglect in her, which is inherent in many girls, especially those who are not very self-confident. She did not want to impress me, and did not expect me to conquer her. We just talked about what is interesting to us, like good old friends. From somewhere there was a rare feeling that we have known each other for a hundred years, only now we did not have time to discuss all the topics. We talked about music, about hobbies, it turned out that she was skiing, and I was snowboarding, and we have something to tell about the gurney in different places. She was in Italy and Cyprus, I was not there, but I was in England, Spain and the Czech Republic, and we exchanged impressions about these countries. We talked about music, about social networks, about childhood, about astrology, about psychology, about poetry. I even quoted her a couple of Balmont's poems, which I usually bank for romantic dates. You have no idea how strange it is to read a poem to a girl with whom you met for sex tonight, and who met you for that too. We sat, touching shoulders and knees, I sometimes hugged her, while not allowing myself too much, but eroticism and arousal were always present in this seemingly innocent communication. She was open, sincere and spontaneous, like no other girl I knew. And you know what? I fell in love with this girl, who didn’t jerk off and pretend, didn’t hide her desires, but didn’t behave vulgarly, was frank and embarrassed at the same time, expressed sincere interest in you and did not hang on you. I fell in love with her that evening almost instantly. You should have seen how her crafty eyes and dimples on her cheeks laughed when she playfully pushed me in the chest with her thin palm, after I was gruff and a little bit gone, but I was joking. In addition to ease of communication, I was attracted to her purely physically, when I looked at her flexible waist, long smooth legs, a small but clearly strong chest under a fitting blouse, tender neck, and allowed myself to imagine how I possess all this, my dick immediately stood at attention, and she seemed to notice and perceive it as a compliment. I didn’t fit in my head how such a desirable and beautiful girl might be interested in sex at once! Is she really ready to surrender to me today ?! Will I really fuck her in an hour ?! These smiling necessary lips will slide on my member, these legs will be thrown on my shoulders, and my member will be included in her inaccessible pussy? I see that she is not a dissolute girl, and certainly not a prostitute. This is the girl you’ll rather be carrying in your arms. I would not be surprised if at the end of the evening she just left, leaving the sex for "some other time."

I tried to start a conversation about her personal life, where she lives, to study or work, her last name, her telephone number, but she always turned the conversation to other topics, with a smile, but firmly stating that she did not want to talk about it, and not necessary, because we met only once.I didn’t believe in that, I didn’t want just sex, I wanted to have this girl, I wanted to meet her, I wanted to be with her, I wasn’t ready to believe that today is the only time I see her. I asked her why ...