Brought and put Marinka on the bed. Breathes smoothly, eyes closed, fell asleep or what? Called gently by name. Well, sure asleep. Sorry, I was left unsatisfied. Masturbation is not an option, it is better in the evening I will go to my friend and there I will let off steam for all the time how much we have not had sex, and there hasn’t been it even once. I had women, before the army, during it, but somehow it didn't work out with Marinka. That she was too small, then there was no place, then the service is damned. Did Marinka have sex? I used to think that no, now I doubt. Damn, why is everything in life revolving around sex? I immediately began to imagine how my girl kisses an abstract man, puts his hands on his pants, undoes her ... No, I need to relax, unload my head. Without thinking of anything better, I went to a bar that I had known since my youth. A place where you can skip a glass of good strong drink and just sit.

Very much everything has changed here while I was absent. But a couple of years went to the institution for good. New bar counter, powerful tables and sturdy chairs. This not everyone will raise to smash the enemy in the fray. Another innovation was a small stage and a pole on it. Yes, a striptease with a pretty lady would be quite good now. I forgot when I drank in broad daylight, but now it's an unusual day.

I resolutely went to the bartender.

- Splash a hundred viscari, my friend.

The guy broke away from the world's most interesting occupation, wiping a stand, glasses, cups, glasses and glasses and focused his eyes on me.

- Cola, apple juice, ice? - he asked.

- Give a clean drink, why spoil it with filth.

“Choose a table, I will bring it,” the bartender smiled knowingly and turned away to his multi-colored bottles with liquids, many of which I did not really try, but did not know the names.

I liked the table in the corner immediately. Because of him, you can see the rack and the pylon, and the rest of the cafe, but at the same time he himself is in a corner in a pleasant twilight. Whiskey brought literally a couple of minutes. I drank it in one gulp and asked for more. Then another. And it seems more.

I woke up from the fact that the bartender was pulling me by the shoulder.

- Get up. Everything is good? Call you a taxi?

- No thanks. I kind of fell asleep. You are, sorry, even a hundred whiskey be kind - I felt not very comfortable, yet I fell asleep at the table like a drunk. Apparently affected lack of sleep and nerves.

- Well, I will bring it, but the striptease will start soon and you will have to pay extra for being on it.

- No question, - I reached into my pocket for my wallet. With the money, in general, it does not matter, but so far I did not want to go anywhere. The clock showed the beginning of the ninth and the bar was already attended by several guests. Sat one by one and companies.

In front of me on the table appeared another glass. The bartender asked about the snack, but received a negative response. As you know, "snack degree steals." This time I was sipping my temples slowly. Unobtrusively playing music suddenly became louder. I looked up and saw a girl on the stage. Yes, she was very beautiful. The black masquerade mask, though it covered almost the entire face, but the light brown hair of a gorgeous mane flowed over her shoulders. The purple corset made it possible to see a miniature navel with a piercing in the form of some kind of bling and lifted the girl's chest high. I am not strong in size, but she definitely would not have entered my hand, a sort of grapefruit. Below were wearing bright red panties and black stockings. Without any garters, stockings and all. At the expense of excellent hips, they held themselves.

The girl looked around the room and began to move gracefully to the music. Like a panther, no, rather like a wildcat. In the slits of the mask, her eyes glittered and, although it was impossible to make out the color, for some reason it seemed to me that her irises were yellow-green, and her pupils stretched from the top to the bottom with ovals. The stripper jumped, clasped her hands on the pole, pulled her legs to the top and spiraled off toward the stage itself.Here she slowly rolled up one stocking, took in one hand and ran her tongue over the delicate fabric. Again the trick on the pole and in the course went the second stocking, but the girl took it with one hand in front of her, and the second behind and several times passed through the crotch. The men in the hall fell silent, apparently they liked the action. The dancer at this time sat on the stage and began to get up some gymnastic-erotic movements with her feet. Either spreading them widely and shamelessly in different directions, then modestly pressing them against the stomach. From the corset girl got rid of on her knees. Several hooks were unbuttoned with precise movements. And here is her chest. Yes, I was not mistaken, beautiful, standing, with small, but protruding nipples. The stripper spent a couple of times on the chest, touching the halos and berries growing on them, slid her hand over the panties, pretending to be caressing herself and ... the music was over. The girl gathered her things, sent a kiss to the hall and left the stage.

Yeah, in the morning the eggs almost burst, but here I also saw enough. It is probably time to go to Marinka. We must dot the E, and damn want sex. I got up from the table, waved to the bartender, and walked unsteadily towards the exit. There was no money left for a taxi, and, in principle, it was not far to go;

It took about 20 minutes to get to Marina’s house. I didn’t find any adventures on my drunken priest, and there were very few people on the streets. Who in such a hot weekend will sit in the city, dispersed to the lakes, barbecues, fishing. Near the entrance of my girlfriend, I saw her myself, but not alone, but with some young guy with an arrogant face. Isn't that the bloke because of which she almost left me? The palms turned into fists without my participation, the step quickened a bit and I was already thinking where the first blow would be made.

- Serge, hello! - Marinka saw me, looked away - this is Anton, we work together.

The guy stretched out his hand to greet, but I ignored her, grabbed Marinka four times above the brush and pulled her behind me into the porch.

- Come on, we need to talk.

- Bye, Anton, see you tomorrow, - shouted Marinka.

What the bloke told her I did not hear, since I had already called the elevator. Without letting go of the girl, we got into the elevator and got to the required floor, entered the apartment. On the way, not a word was said. In the apartment, I ripped off Marina’s T-shirt, shorts and pulled off her sandals and panties. The erotic component is of little interest to me now, I need to rather discharge.

- Seryozha, do not, let's talk, stand ..

I saw that Marina is about to cry, but it didn’t matter. I threw it on the bed, took off his pants and shorts and fell from above. He put his knee between the legs of the girl and spread his hips wider. Put an overexcited member to the entrance to

About the vagina. I tried to get inside sharply, but it was dry and even painful. (Especially for eroticspace) Marinka was silent, only tears ran down her cheeks. I took out the member, spat on the palm and rubbed the moisture on the head and slightly dampened the entrance of the girl. The second login attempt was much better. I fucked Marinka like a wound, up, down, up and down again. Monotone movements did not bring any pleasure to me, and the girl, probably, too. But I was spit on it. The main thing is to empty your eggs, which are already beating. Marinka cried, biting her hand between her teeth. Cried silently. This sex seemed to me endlessly long, but still I was able to finish. It seems to be pulled out of Marinka, and maybe not. I was drunk and angry As soon as I got mine, I immediately rolled off the girl and fell asleep.

Awakening was hard. Dry and unpleasant smell in the mouth, headache, an attempt to restore yesterday evening from the mosaic in memory. Awareness of guilt, animality. In general, good news was clearly not. On the other side of the bed, Marinka was curled up. I felt like the last cattle, but nothing could be corrected, only to make amends. I stretched my hand to the girl, but only touched her shoulder, as I heard:

- Don't touch me, please. Don't touch while I'm not ready. I need to think.

“Sorry, Marin,” I got up, collected my scattered things, got dressed, and went out into the hallway.Marinin things, too, and so were lying here in disarray. I collected them and put them on the bedside table by the neat pile. Trying to be silent slipped into the entrance and went home. On the way, I grabbed a couple of bottles of beer, I had to tidy my head. Recently, it has become a daily necessity.

For the next almost two weeks, I tried to avoid Marinka, and indeed people. I went to work, and in my free time I locked myself at home and searched the Internet or watched TV. And now I put the film on pause and made myself a sandwich of bread with sausage and mayonnaise. From the hall I heard the sound of SMS. With a sandwich and tea came, sat down in a chair, put a mug on the table, bit a sandwich and read the message. A couple of minutes could not cough because he choked. The screen read: “I'm pregnant, we need to talk, Marina.”