How hot it is. It seemed even the walls of the hall were soaked with the smell of dozens of sweaty bodies, with an admixture of sweet and spicy colognes. The situation was more than disgusting, but the last drop was poured by vanilla candles, placed throughout the room on small coffee tables.

Ted was already the hundredth time mentally cursing the moment when he agreed to come to this party. But he could not do otherwise, because his refusal to attend any party, in whose house it was not held, would not have gone unnoticed. It was the 17th collection of the elite for the season, and the blond, to his chagrin, did not miss a single one. He fixed his weary, doomed gaze through the open window. A good attempt to move away from all that is happening in this chaos, wriggling, like worms, bodies, but not very effective. From the window there was a breath of evening city, the noise of cars, the acrid smell of gasoline unnoticeably raised a bitter lump to the young man's throat. He is 19, he is young and handsome, but it’s not for long and he understands it, but he is forced to kill his youth in such places without any pleasure ... Although wait, what is this wonderful creature standing at the window? He had never seen her and it seemed unreal, he knew all the young ladies coming in search of adventure and not only ... But he saw her for the first time, so he took a quick step, not noticing the indignant cries, headed towards the refined figure.

Mira stood at the window and enjoyed the lights of the night city, she felt uncomfortable, she had never been to such events before and she felt a certain discomfort, just at that moment a silhouette of our hero appeared behind her and he distracted her from thoughts.

- Good evening! Do not disturb? - standing behind her Ted smiled.

- No, you are. - a smile began to play on the plump lips of the brunette.

And he stood and could not look away from the stranger, only coming closer he could properly consider her. Long hair the color of strong coffee, big honey eyes and scarlet plump lips. The girl was so tiny and fragile, and he looked at her spellbound. There was silence, she looked at him, he-at her.

- Let's go? - they said it at the same time and both immediately smiled, without spending more time on empty talk, he squeezed her hand and seemed to be shocked by the current.

Such a narrow, soft and warm palm, he squeezed it harder and quicker plunged into the crowd, secretly asking himself what the hell is he doing. Getting out into the street, the couple slowed down and walked further along the path, moving further and further away from the place of their escape, they soon wandered into a small park. The shop on which the fugitives sat lit up the light every now and then with a flashing lantern. Mira, breathing deeply, closed her eyes, but Ted, who had been walking to the sports section for years, sat quietly and breathed evenly.

The young people looked at each other and suddenly Mira burst out with a ringing laugh, the guy looked at her in bewilderment and she smoothed his disheveled hair, explaining this to her laugh. And again the discharge running through the veins and the warmth of the lower abdomen. She laughed and he looked at her, it made Myra stop.

- something is wrong? - the girl looked at him with concern.

- you are very beautiful. - without a hint of embarrassment, the fact was stated by the guy in an even voice.

The answer to his compliment was a bright pink blush on the brunette's cheeks, but the blond did not even think about stopping there, he was attracted by this chiseled figure, his narrow palms, curls on his temples. He stopped fighting with himself and hugged the girl by the waist, hugging himself. Mira inadvertently touched his palm to his chest and shuddered, under the thin fabric of his shirt, there was a relief of a strong male body. The guy immediately caught this shiver, which became a signal for action, and having covered his ruddy cheek with his powerful broad palm, he approached his lips with the lips of the girl, and, slightly pressing on the velvet softness, they dutifully opened up, letting the brisk sliding tongue of the guy into his den .From that moment on, they no longer belonged to themselves, as if two demons had taken possession of their bodies, violently tearing the clothes of their hungry bodies. His hands eagerly rummaged through the naked body of Mira, studying every inch of delicate skin, as if they wanted to forever imprint on her warmth and tenderness. The girl felt her back pressed into the rough boards and the warm, powerful body of the young man pressed against her from the other side. This striking difference caused a shiver in her body.

Mira was imprisoned, chilled by the cold from the damp bench, and then she was burnt from the hot body of Ted, who was eager to merge with her, wrap herself up, absorb every inch of her body. She did not notice when the fortress was broken. Having regained consciousness and gaining control of herself, she found herself in the arms of an unfamiliar man and only now realized the whole provocativeness of the situation.

The broad shoulders of a stranger leaped above her, and her breathing was confused and she clearly felt the unequivocal movements from below and was afraid to lower her gaze so that her fears would not be confirmed. She herself knew that her beliefs would not change reality. She gave herself to a stranger, making him his first lover, as recklessly, but she was not allowed to think out, the tremors intensified and her body trembled and began to convulse. Mira was burning, arching and wheezing from the final. That's all. He left her torn body and she felt empty, gutted, abandoned. But at this moment a strong hand pressed her body to a powerful chest and the girl felt like at home. From the moment of clarification, she did not see his face and now, turning, she saw the glitter in his mischievous eyes and caught herself thinking that she was admiring the guy. She looked away in embarrassment.

They lay on a damp bench, in the remnants of clothes, still hot after intercourse. Tad spoke first:

- You are ... I'm sorry if I was too rude, I do not know what came over me.

- he tried to defuse the situation with a casual laugh, but did not.

He hesitated and the laughter was not at all unforced, but rather nervous. She missed his phrase and said in a calm tone:

- What's your name? - her voice was cold and aloof.

Tad felt how tense she was. Are you sorry? If he had been wrong, he would not survive it. After a pause, the guy said:

- Ted.

She continued to speak, but something changed in her voice. Lost that lightness, playfulness. That's right, the game is over, has gone too far.

- Listen, Ted ..

. He was waiting for a sentence. Anything, just not ...

- Go to you? I was cold and terribly hungry. Ted was surprised, but there was no time to think, he was afraid that Mira would change his mind. He helped her get dressed, a couple of buttons on her blouse were torn off, but she was holding onto the strap under Mira's bosom. He called a taxi and they went to him. She stayed with him for a day. Then for a week, a month ... Years went by and she was near. Yes, they are not just cursing, but ka otherwise, two strong character.