pushing harder, went deep inside. Irina Sergeyevna just groaned and dug her nails into my back. I began to push, pushing her ass, she clasped my legs behind me, accepted me and made counter movements. Time after time, push by push, I had sex with her as if something familiar, which is strange for the second time, but no less pleasant for that.

- Deeper ... more ... - Her requests came to me, and I piled on with new energy. The dick pulsed with a vengeance when she screamed and fell silent again - I had already learned to recognize her orgasm. No longer wanting to restrain myself, I let go of patience, and a hot wave rolled down there. Sharply pulled the end, and a jet of seed rolled onto the belly of a woman. Blurred eyes in one room mixed with bliss.

- Umnichka ... - Irina Sergeyevna said, smiling and hugging me tighter. She kissed me on the top of my head when I pressed my cheek against her chest. Nipples, sticking out sharp, brownish, like her daughter, looked at me from his height ...

... We did not hear her enter the apartment, opening with her key. I was relaxed, overwhelmed by the sex that took place, and Irina Sergeyevna just didn’t want to hear. But Alain we saw when she was already in the bedroom, and we only had to pose in this picture. Without clothes, the mother and the boy looked expressively unnatural. Alenkino face at this moment I tried to never remember.

I stupidly knocked into the room Alenkin, in response to hearing a bitter and unrestrained crying behind the closed door. I shouted all sorts of words soothing and justifying my meanness, in my heart realizing how useless they are. What can justify a sexual impulse that has grown into a betrayal, apart from the absence of inhibition in the brain, immaturity and something else that I had to understand? Irina Sergeyevna coolly smoked in the kitchen, already dressed in her favorite robe. Finally, she came up to me, who was knocking on the door to her daughter, and said, absolutely calmly and even dryly:

- Enough, Vlad. Go home.

At home I didn’t find a place for myself, and I didn’t lock up my father’s questions, explaining everything with just one phrase.

- Dad, I changed Alenka.

I could say no more, and my father stopped torturing me, but I saw how upset he was. Like they cheated on him. So I summed up my father, how ugly. I didn’t really sleep all night, and in the morning I made a decision to talk with Alenka at the graduation party, the day after tomorrow. I need to let it cool down, give it time, but I myself understood that I need time. Need to find the right words. What kind? The brain was empty, as in a drought-scorched desert. My heart ached in search of answers. It seemed to me ridiculous to ask Irina Sergeyevna to reconcile us, as if he had hit the head.

I went to my graduation party with my father, knowing that Alain would be there, and of course, with Irina Sergeyevna. I was looking for her eyes, but Alenka turned away every time when I was clinging to him. Music, classmates' fun, awarding a “red diploma” to me as an excellent student who completed - nothing could please or alleviate sadness. I kept waiting for the opportunity to be alone with her. And this opportunity has fallen.

They announced a slow dance, and I, pushing other aspirants to dance with her, turned out to be in front of Alena. In a white dress, incredibly beautiful, let me know how much I missed her. She silently accepted my offer, responding with a cold, now like her mother's, look. How are they now similar. Music burst out and we began to move slowly.

- Forgive me, Alain, - I said. - I can not understand how this happened. Some kind of obsession. I never...

“Stop making excuses,” the girl abruptly interrupted my trained, but no less ridiculous speech. - Do not waste your strength, they will still be useful to you. You have already shown yourself in all man’s beauty. It's all over between us.

- Alain ... - in the throat was a lump from this hard answer, but I had to do something. Alenka jerked and quickly left the dance floor. I caught up with her behind the floor when she was about to leave prom.There was no one around, and I just shouted something, trying to stop it. She asked to be left behind her, and in the eyes of my beloved I noticed tears. Alyona ran away, and I heard a voice, now behind my back.

- Vlad, leave her. She asked.

Irina Sergeyevna, who accompanied her daughter at the graduation party, looked even younger and brighter. Only now I looked at her without any excitement. Although a couple of days ago I enjoyed the sight of her naked body in bed. How long has it been.

“She is leaving for Moscow tomorrow, preparing for admission,” coldly, as the sentence pronounced Irina Sergeyevna.

- Did you achieve this? - I ask. I am so disgusted by the loss of my girlfriend that I seem to be ready to cry.

She is silent.

- Did you set this up? - we heard another voice from the side.

Dad walked slowly towards us. He could not leave me. How glad I was to see him now.

“Of course you are,” he said, answering his own question. The guess of the father put an end to my thoughts about why my girlfriend's mother needed to drag her boyfriend to bed. Just in time for her arrival.

- Yes I! - sharply answered, almost shouted Irina Sergeyevna. - My only daughter will not be with a provincial loser. Your son to her is not a couple! In Moscow, she will make a party for herself, will marry a successful rich man, and she will have a completely different future.

“You remained the same intelligent fool as you were,” my father said calmly. - Do not spoil the life of at least our children. They are just starting to live.

- “At least our children”? - Irina Sergeyevna sarcastically repeated the words of the Pope. - Maybe you think that I ruined my life when I left you?

“When you learn to understand anything,” his father replied coolly. He was serious, and looked more confident Irina Sergeyevna. She already lost her temper. - A lot of fans all my life - and still one.

- Come on, son, - he turned to me. The prom was over for me and everything was over. I had to ease the loss by myself. I was ready to fall completely.

* * * * *

... I am standing on the edge of the window sill, in front of the wide-open window of the ninth floor. The sun seemed very close, and I did not look down, watching the birds circling in the sky, free from all sorts of problems. Soon I will join them. “I am ready to fly,” a stupid thought flashed through my head, as stupid as all that I had done in recent days. Was sex with an attractive but already middle-aged woman worth the loss of Alena? And for the loss of life?

But I confess that I wanted her. Yes, I wanted to Irina Sergeyevna, because I wanted her daughter. Suddenly I realized that they were for me something whole, inseparable, for good reason they are so similar. And for the fact that I had to exchange a young copy for an older one, thanks can only be said to myself. And orgasms with Irina Sergeyevna will be my last sexual experience. I have to pay for them right now. I am already pushing off, and I feel my knees buckling. I close my eyes and fall.

To the room.

Dad, grabbed my legs, put on the floor.

“It's too early for you to fly up, son,” I heard his comment. - Not all things on earth are you finished.

He seemed even cheerful, although a minute ago he was watching his son in a suicide attempt.

- The project is agreed with investors. We are starting construction, - announced the father. - It will be the largest igroland in the area. I will need your help. Soon we will become rich.

Well, they want to bring me back to life. So, indeed, it is not yet time to leave it.

- How do I live on, Dad?

- How to live? Happily, - seriously answered father.

- What for? - I asked sadly.

“Not why, but for whom,” Dad corrected me. He cheered up again. - For my own sake and for Her.

I need comforting words. Teenagers are not ready to rely only on themselves.

“Do you think she can come back to me?” - I ask.

“By all means,” father rubs my hair like a little one and invites me to dinner.

The mood immediately changes. Well, it remains to fix it. Just figure out to start with their debts. Jumping from the window I changed my mind. I grab one thing and leave the apartment.

The guys gathered in the same place. Hera smiled wickedly, everyone else looked at me with interest, as if I was returning from the dead.

- Well, what, hero, when we consider? - Borzo clarifies Hera, looking around the crowd. He expects humiliation from me. Of course, everyone knows that I broke up with Alena, not having a lonely meal. And certainly without sex. - When will we see the flight?

- Come on, Hera, because of such a garbage him to die, or what? - Someone is trying to stand up for me.

“The word is the word,” Gerashchenko parries toughly.

I look up at the windows of Alenka. She is no longer at home, yesterday she left for Moscow, without saying goodbye to me. In the window I notice Irina Sergeyevna. She looks back at me, and of course, from the sixth floor she does not hear what we are talking about here. But for some reason I am glad to see her, as if she is standing nearby.

“Toch,” I appeal to the “senior.” - Turn on ka, please, record a bet.

“Without a bazaar,” Toha agrees vividly, looking for the right cassette. He is not happy that I lost the argument to Gera, and now he is worried about how I will get out.

“- If Vlad has sex with Somova at the time, the latest one at the graduation party, I give him my mobile phone ...” - we hear from the cassette player.

- What do you mean? - Hera puzzled again.

“It’s me that you lost,” I reply with firm calm, and again I look at the windows of Irina Sergeyevna. Everyone turns, as if on cue, glance there, and it seems they are starting to think, because they scream with one laugh after another. Hera turned pale, and even confused. Did he learn from Marinka, and that from Alenka, that I slept “with Somova”? As I have promised.

“Well, hammer, Vlad,” Tokha approves. (Especially for eroticspace.info) The boys applaud, as in children in the circus. Well, where is the way it is. - I believe him, Vlad won't whistle about it. Beautiful woman - voiced already with admiration. - Hera, give it back.

The mobile phone turned out to be with me, and I mentally promise myself that I will buy the same one. For Alena. We should always be together - even five hundred kilometers away.

Ten minutes later I ring the familiar door. She opens, as if not surprised at my visit. Without explaining anything, I pass inside. She is standing, just as bright and attractive, and she is waiting for something from me.

“This is for you,” I say, I come very close, and, taking out of my pocket, I myself cling to her little amulet. A wooden heart swaying on a thin thread adorns the beautiful neck of Irina Sergeyevna. Years later, it returned to her again. But already from another man.

She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. For a fraction of a second, all my future slips before my eyes - a trip to Alenka, love at a distance, a wedding, the laughter of our children in my father's igroland, my wife and I are visiting her mother, all that is waiting for me. Obsession or deferred fact. So be it, this is the most important thing. But at this moment I am standing, alone with my first woman, as if reliving the impressions of the first passion.

- Will you stay? - She offers, easily, unobtrusively, but with a familiar glitter in my eyes.

I remembered that I forgot to close the door behind me. Turning, clicked the lock ...