And now the move. The rented apartment was located at the other end of the city, next to the work of my fiance Sergey. Spacious, bright, good view, clean entrance, underground parking, it seemed, this apartment can not have flaws. However, she was not nice to me, she was not in it - my gray-haired debaucher. “Call me Nikusha” a phrase spoken to him in a weary and sweeter voice that flashed through my head again and again. Seryozha, my boyfriend, apologized to me for his cold attitude, promised to throw out his laptop, which was crammed with all sorts of monsters and other rubbish (promise he hadn’t fulfilled so far), said, supposedly, he tensed at work, could not think of anything except the fucking project. We again began to have sex, but sex was no longer the same, Seryozhka puffed as best he could (and I am grateful to him in my own way), but he was far from his grandfather’s level and every time he shared with Serge (I called him in bed) ) bed, I thought about it. But time passed, but Nicodemus did not have everything.

He did not visit, did not call, did not write. A month later, we gathered guests on the occasion of our housewarming, a lot of people came, in a crowd of smiling faces, there wasn’t the one who would have made me smile. I tried to contact him myself, calling them at the apartment, when the bridegroom was delayed: “Like, don't you have Seryozha?”, But only beeps or his mom's voice were heard on the phone. Another month passed, Nicodemus did not have everything. From boredom I tried to find something to do: I began to run in the mornings, I signed up for yoga, went shopping, I met a couple of times. Her friends asked with interest: “When will you ring around?”, “Do not miss your happiness!”. Happiness? What did they know about happiness ?!

It took a little more time. Nikusha did not appear. I began to ask myself the question: “What if he does not come?”. “What if all his words are lies, in order to separate a young girl for sex?” “Or is it just that I’m not alone with him?” I began to get used to the idea that he no longer needed me and would have to live on without Nicodemus.

Once we were invited to the cottage, to the groom's parents, on shish kebabs. Among the list of those who should have come was Serezhin grandfather. Hearing his name, I realized that here he is a chance to dot the nd. First of all, I washed, shaved my pussy, wore pink lace underwear, and a skirt from under which you could see it all.

It is Saturday and in the morning we went to the country. Approaching the house, I saw from the window that Oleg (Sergey's father) and Nicodemus came out to meet us. A slight shiver ran through her body. Three months is a long time, I did not know what to expect. Forgetting about all the fears, confidently got out of the car and said: “Hello” with a smile addressed to Petrovich. To which he, without enthusiasm, coldly, with a glass look, replied: "Hello." After standing for a couple of minutes, with a straight face and completely gone. Continued to ignore me all weekend. He did not pay attention even during the "case with the wind." What case? In short: the table where the guests were sitting was on the street, and meals were being prepared in the house, like a woman I was busy cooking. Cutting a huge vat of salad, carried it to the guests and at that moment, as luck would have it, a strong wind blew. His rush lifted my skirt and exposed my pussy, barely hidden by pink thongs. I tried to hide behind, but both hands were busy with a tray. All the men sitting at the table froze, staring at me, and let out saliva and by no means look at the salad. All but Nicodemus. Having brought the salad, all red with shame ran away and returned only thirty minutes later, wearing some old trousers that Aunt Galya gave me. Realizing that I was no longer interested in Nicodemus, I tried to spend the rest of the weekend with benefit: I went to the beach, sunbathed, made a couple of new acquaintances: on the beach, a couple of volleyball players rolled up to me (who remarkablely called Sasha).Flirting with them a little bit, she played a ball with them, and then, before leaving, gave them her number, promised to meet with them somehow.

Weekend coming to an end. The guests were leaving, Petrovich was also not visible. I also began to collect things, but here Seryozhka announced that we were staying. The reason for this was the work: the project that the boss asked him to check was half an hour from this holiday village, which is noticeably less than if he went from a rented apartment. His parents stayed with us. I loved to sleep, however, today I got up early, tried to fall asleep, but the sun's rays treacherously hit in the eyes. And then another tramp of someone's legs rang out all over the house. “Seryozha is it you?" I shouted in a sleepy voice. "No, Anya, it was me," the man’s voice answered. The voice seemed very familiar to me, but I didn’t immediately identify my mind after sleep. I repeated the voice. For no understandable reason, fear seized me, goosebumps swept through my body. A familiar figure appeared in the doorway. It was Oleg, the father of my fiancée, his stomach was not mixed up with anything. he often smelled of sweat, but he was good to me. A lamb lying next to, rose from the bed, stretched, not willingly exposing her panties, then asked him:

- Where's Seryozha?

- Seryozhka left an hour ago, Galina went to work at eight, she left even earlier - Oleg said, staring at my thong.

Realizing where he was looking, I was not embarrassed, sat down on the bed and covered my legs with a blanket.

- Oleg Nikodimovich, are you leaving too?

- Yes, Anya, I have to come to Lenin’s shop, workers can’t do anything without me (He and his wife owned several shops). So you stay for the main. Serezha will pick you up in the evening.

- Can you make coffee?

- It would be great - he answered with a smile

I got up quickly ran into the kitchen, incidentally catching his gaze on my, every now and then naked buttocks. When I welded and served coffee and cookies, I took Oleg to work. And now I have a whole house at my disposal! Head spin on the number of options. In the end, I decided to change into a swimsuit and go to sunbathe on a cot in the yard. The swimsuit, after yesterday, was dried on a hanger, on the first floor. But going down, I saw a familiar silhouette enter the house. It was Nicodemus. Slowly entering the house, he put the nets with some seedlings and sat down on a chair that stood in the hallway. Sinking with surprise for a second, I pulled myself together, went down and said confidently: “Hello, Nikodim Petrovich” and, as if nothing had happened, I continued on my way.

- Anya, are you going somewhere?

- Yes, I go to the beach to sunbathe

— (tired voice) Ufffff, Could you make me some tea before you leave? Very tired from the road.

- Ok, I'll cook now. By the way, Nicodemus drank not just tea, but with herbal supplements and always asked to make clean, freshly boiled water. Therefore, the manufacturing process took some time. In addition to a teapot with an infusion, I put two cups and a handful of chocolates on the tray. In my heart, hoping that I will find the strength to talk to him. Taking the tray in my hands, I carried it to the room where I used to eat, but it was empty.

- Tea is ready - I shouted loudly

- Anya bring the tea here - it was hardly audible.

- Where? I do not see you

- I'm on the second floor, come up here, please.

And so my legs are slowly going up the steep steps in order not to spill a drop of the drink. A slight shiver runs through the body. “How do I say this to an emu?”, “Whether to arrange a scandal or solve everything peacefully?”, “Or take the very first step?” Having reached the last step, I saw an open door, which had been tightly closed before. This was his room. In the room, or rather in the room there was a twilight, the only source of light was a small rectangular window.Immediately the bed, which at first glance seemed to be a jumble of sacks, on which Nicodemus sat on, reading what kind of newspaper, immediately caught her eye. Next to the bed was a table and an old chair. Upon entering ...