Day at the checkpoint usually lasts a long time. Especially if the weekend or holiday. The sun warms up the glass booth on all sides and it becomes unbearably hot inside. The head does not want to work, thoughts slow down, and, if they could, they probably would have disappeared altogether. At night, it saves coolness and a life-giving breeze through an open window, but there is almost no work and all that remains is to stare out into the street. Fence, barrier, a bunch of lanterns. Sometimes something croaks the radio, the inspector drives, arranges abnormal situations. Normal change. More precisely, it could be ordinary, but overpowered the thoughts, heavy and sad.

My name is Sergey, recently served in the army and got a job as a guard. And where else without education? I work, learn somewhere, and change jobs. But this was not what worried me and my overheated head during the day. It was Marinka, the girl who waited for me from the army. Well, as I waited ... I met with others, but I regularly wrote letters, drew hearts in them, missed and kissed them. I came back, met, rested, even kissed. After a week I found a job in security and today I received an SMS from Marina that she could not decide which of us wants to be. What I met while I was in the service, well, okay, the young one also wanted to live, but this “I need to think” hit my vanity and sent the mood towards the floor. A hand ran nervously across the smooth skin of the holster with a gas pistol, and thoughts were swarming through my head.

Those who have not slept for a long time probably know the state of the half-sleep when the sound of a humming fan becomes a familiar melody or even a song. The brain begins to sing with pleasure. The rattling of the propeller is more and more like a whole orchestra, and a pop star sings in his head. After a whole day on your feet and half the night without sleep, this is quite normal. While still standing in the army guards for the protection of some warehouses, this happened and only good rest helped. But this time the fan was buzzing just like a fan, but a voice in my head appeared. But he did not sing, but asked something. The language seemed incomprehensible to me, apparently I overheated and delirious. I almost stopped paying attention to him, concentrating on video surveillance cameras around the perimeter, when suddenly a voice with a pleasant male baritone clearly said:

- Well, do you love her so much?

If I hadn’t leaned on the table with my elbows, I’d probably already come up from the chair by surprise. He jumped, rubbed his eyes, looked around, glanced at the video surveillance and ... nothing. Maybe I sleep? He plucked his ear. Damn, it hurts. And I heard him again:

- Maybe you still get the eggs and pozhongliruesh?

It seemed to me or the voice smiled? For an early breakfast, 3 hard-boiled chicken eggs were left in the bag, and not so long ago I learned to control three objects in the air and shuffle the card deck with one hand. But he did it out of boredom on his shifts in the evenings and at night. That is, no one should know about it. I touched my forehead, it seems not hot, I do not see any hallucinations. I wrote it off for the day's hell and tiredness, sat down again on the chair. And then he shouted:

- Rooota rise !!!

I jumped up from the chair, the habits did not pass so quickly, stretched out along the chin and now I certainly heard laughter in my head. Laughing voice repeated:

- Do you love her?

I thought. Rather yes than no. Wonderful character, nice appearance. I remembered our acquaintance at a disco in school. "Autumn Ball" or something like that then passed. We even danced a couple of dances, but I studied in the tenth, and she in the seventh. Then he considered her quite petty, homely, absurdly folded, and there was nothing special, no kisses, no hugs. Everything came only in a year ...

- Listen here, now you will go and wash yourself with cold water, your brain will finally begin to think, and the language will answer my questions. All clear? - the voice in my head lost patience and spat out the last two words with a growl.

I nodded, then grunted in the affirmative and jumped out of the checkpoint. Already washing myself, I thought it was strange to run from the speaker directly into your head, but the clarity of thought was really cut from the icy water.

- So, love your Marinka? - the voice seemed to be just waiting for my awakening.

- Yes.

“What are you ready for to choose you?”

“For everything,” I said, and I really thought so at that moment.

- Well, then you will get it, but in return, - the voice subsided, thinking, - you will give me your feelings. No, not all. Just what you call positive. Negative stay with you. However, I will go to you for another concession, the feelings will disappear gradually, over time, within nine months. So it will not be particularly noticeable. I agree?

Only? Do I have to pay such a small thing for my Marinka just after nine months?

- Yes, I agree, - I could not quite believe that all this is happening to me and is not a delusion or a consequence of heat stroke, but I really wanted to be with her.

- That's fine, it remains to secure the contract. Take a pen. - the voice began to resemble a contented cat that had sour cream.

I reached for the handle, but carelessly touched the walkie-talkie and, when I caught it, with my thumb of my right hand came across a pin for impaling the coupons of passing cars. and pierced the skin. Quite a bit, but enough to make a drop of blood scarlet.

I wanted to wash it off, but my finger suddenly squeezed sharply, as if a bull bull was extinguished and the blood disappeared. There was only the smell of burnt skin and pain at the puncture site.

“I consider the contract concluded,” said a voice, laughed once more and abruptly disappeared.

In the booth, the fan was buzzing in a measured manner and casting some kind of melody. It was quiet around, suspiciously quiet.

I picked up a mobile phone. Six twenty in the morning showed the clock. Soon clean up, take a shift and go to sleep. The sound of the incoming message has broken the silence. This is Marinka: “Forgive me for everything, I just need you. Ask what you want to forget about the past. ”If it were not for a finger that was sore from a burn, I would have thought that the night adventure was a dream. Now I began to doubt everything.

- So ask what you want? - I stood at Marinka's house, right in front of her and smiled.

Really did not even sleep after the shift. It’s literally three hours to roll out, shower, coffee and run to my girlfriend now. She opened the door, blushed and stepped aside, letting me into the apartment.

“Y-yes,” replied stuttering.

“Well then, take off your clothes,” I said, and I was surprised myself, because I didn’t know exactly what to do next.

- How? I ... You ..., - began to mumble Marinka, but at the same time her hands had already tried to untie the knot on an ordinary house dressing-gown, but still could not cope with it. But now the clothes fell at the feet of the girls, only ordinary white underwear remained on her. Marinka looked inquiringly at me and, not seeing any emotions on her face, pulled her panties down and stepped over them. However, closed the secret place palms.

I admired the neat breasts, flat tummy and slender legs and asked to remove the hands, because I would like to see everything. Marinka burst into red again, but removed her palms.

- What is this overgrown? - I asked. No, I have not had so many women in my life, but I never liked the pubic thicket. With oral sex, hair climbed into the mouth, on the beaches of the swimsuits are knocked out, and this thing is an amateur after all. I liked more neat hair or no hair in the bikini zone at all.

- It is not overgrown ... I ..., - Marink seemed about to cry.

“Okay, calm down, now we'll fix everything, let's go,” I took Marinka by the hand and dragged her toward the bathroom.

The girl was supple, looked away and showed no initiative. Well, then I'll do everything myself. I put Marinka in the bath, turned on the water and set up a slightly hot stream of water. (Erotic stories) With a piece of soap, he put on the pubic hair of a modest girl, found a machine on the shelf and carefully began to shave off the hairs - strip by strip, constantly dipping the razor under a stream of water. Soon there was only a thin strip and I began to work on my lips. Gently pulling them off, slowly moving the blade of the machine through the hairs. Only small soap stains remained on the skin and shaved curls stuck here and there. Having finished with my lips, I turned Marina to my ass and slightly tilted. Littered her ass and in several movements left her completely bald.

He switched the faucet to the shower and started washing Marinkin's crotch, helping a little with his hand. Soap quickly glass in the bath, taking the jungle with a girl gap.

I liked this picture much more. Tightly compressed lips between the legs and where they end, a thin hair band begins, some five millimeters wide. Marinka, too, squinted down, habitually blushed and looked from under her eyelashes into my eyes. But I did not come to my eyes to play. I put my left hand on the girl's buttock, and put my right hand between her legs. Slightly detained a finger on the star anus and led him up. The sponges opened slightly as they passed the intruder up to the clitoris. Marinka exhaled sharply, relaxed, her legs bent. The girl swam. He didn’t enter anything, just ran his index finger over the clitoris and between the lips, but Marinka screamed slightly, bit her lower lip and sat on the side of the bath, slightly shaking from a sudden surging orgasm.

I gave the girl a couple of minutes to catch my breath, picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. “Ask for what you want?” Yes, I'll take it without asking.