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freedom. He needs Marinka, here and now. I kiss her neck when I feel her bitten nails on her back. I try to do it well, as I have not tried with anyone and never. The most unusual and amazing sex in my life. It ended when she, lying on my stomach under my thrusts from above, trembled and screamed, and I, having delayed the orgasm as best I could, squeezed her bare breasts in her palms and poured it inside. I freeze, falling into a blissful languor with a kiss on her lips ...
Marina thoughtfully strokes my cheek when I lie beside me, exhausted from the pleasure I received. Somewhere below friends rustled. Here Marinka rises abruptly, puts on her panties, and dresses and quickly goes down the stairs.
- Where are you going? - only I have time to ask. Why does she leave so fast? I haven't told her anything yet. In turn, I dress, go out after Marina, and notice her already sipping glass in the guys' computers.
- Oh, our fiance has appeared! - Seryoga proclaims. Pours me a whiskey. - I got everything as I wanted? Marinka - just super!
I get annoyed. The fact that sex with Marinka was literally behind the wall, in the presence of a number of friends, seemed disgusting to me. The girl looks absolutely calm, even fun.
- How do you like it? - suddenly asked her Seryoga. Everyone looked at Marina with curiosity in anticipation of my sexual results.
- Yes, he was good. I tried. It is necessary to keep the form in front of the future wife, she says with a chuckle, and immediately turns to Seryoga. - Would you try too?
- Marisha, - smiling, Seryoga answers, - With you - forever. I would give you an unforgettable pleasure.
- Right? - Marinka asks with a doubt. I see that it is made. For what? Salt me? And so sad.
“Well then let's go,” Marina says unexpectedly. He was taken aback by the invitation. Marinka pulls Seregu by the arm, and he quickly orientates, hugging her around the waist. I almost fell off my feet, looking at this picture. Friends clapped approvingly. These drunken deer are now ready to support any topic. The door behind Marinka and Sergey slammed shut. The boys are laughing. I can't stand it anymore. I take off the stairs and bang on the door.
- Well, stop! - I shouted. I do not recognize my voice or myself. - Leave her, Seryoga !.
The door is locked from the inside, and I hear only some fuss. Began. And really, what do I demand? I stop pounding, give up. Frustrated back down.
- Come on, Vlad, - Andryukha moaned in a drunken, barely twisting tongue. - Today we will all be with her. Drink ka better - and he pours me a whiskey, do not understand what the account is. I can't take this bloody bachelor party anymore. Going to another room. My heart is sad. The hand itself pulls out a mobile phone and dials the number. Drunk head does not bother her.
She picks up the phone despite the deep night. Still, the groom calls.
- Helen ... I feel bad. Very ... I am guilty before you ... Forgive me, - these phrases let out my phrases that did not understand Lena. She confusedly asked what happened, what trouble I got, and where I am. I mumbled something else in return and hung up. Night of events and repressed feelings. They occur and find you, no matter how much you avoid them. So everything is arranged. I can only accept them today.
Returning to the room. I drink with boys. Soon the door on the second floor opens and goes Marinka. Undressed, wrapped in a huge towel!
- Well? - I declare loudly. Almost scream. I am angry in my humiliation. I continue to fence all nonsense. “First with me, then with him?” Who else are you going to fuck with? Or let's go, the second time?
It was at the moment of my drunken and frank cries that Lena appeared behind her back. She entered the unlocked door, which we did not close when we met Marinka. That's it.
- What happened here? - I hear her surprised voice. Lena stared at the half-naked Marina on the stairs. And she, Lena, heard me. Everyone would have gasped if they were not boohies. And so, they took the appearance of the bride at the bachelor party for granted. Lenochka never had to see a similar picture.But she knew how to act in such a situation. As if preparing for her life. Everything is clear, according to the rules. She screamed, jumped to me and slapped me in the face. Well, in my condition it is even good.
- Gad! She shouts. I burst into tears, waving from the confused excuses of the boys. I can't explain anything to her. Everything happens in fast film frames. Helen is removed. Marina, I and the others only see her off. Where did she come from? Oh yeah, I told myself where I was an hour ago. So she rushed. Why did I call? I felt bad, I wanted warmth, support, idiot. Everything floats around like a fog. I drink a full to the edge of a glass of whiskey, served by Dimon "from stress." The head leaves me completely. Marina, already dressed, commanded Sergei, who plunges me into a taxi. Home. Sleep. The bachelor party is over.
. The next morning I came to myself in my apartment. The head that left yesterday came back with a huge crack inside. The events of the ill-fated night quickly lined up in the past order, with its disgusting finale. Lena ... I did not want to.
Apologizing to Lena was useless. The parents left us alone in her room, preferring not to interfere, but she no longer cried, coldly explaining to me that everything was over between us. There will be no wedding, and she, Lena, will deal with her few guests herself. The rigidity and categoricalness of her decision to disrupt the wedding struck me. Killed finally. I tried to explain everything to her for a long time, but the longer I explained it, the more I lost my temper. Why can't she forgive me for my mistake? How would we live if we got married? Shouldn't close people forgive? In the end, I just broke, and she put me out the door. I had to go up the stairs, but I would prefer to fall headfirst.
The explanation with dad was even worse. He was aware of our nightly adventure, that for a city prosecutor and a father so gouging as I was not at all strange.
- I told you that this is a family with rules. You didn’t have enough brains to believe it, ”he said sternly and upset, looking somewhere out the window.
But I did not know that everything would turn out that way. I was crazy. Dad, and you don't understand me ...
But dad understood me. Or accepted. The way I am. Still, I'm his son.
“Stay at home, I'll settle everything,” he finally said. He dressed his prosecutor's suit and instantly left.
Time, while it was not, stretched painfully slowly. I realized that my father went to Lena and her family. Everything is solved. If dad does not persuade them, then everything is completely destroyed.
He appeared two hours later, and from his facial expression I determined that nothing had happened. To say that Dad was upset, to say nothing. He silently entered, drank two glasses of brandy and allowed himself to break in his turn.
- Cattle! Sucker! He shouted at me. “Tomorrow is the wedding of the only son we don't have a bride for!” Serious reputable people will come. There is no time to cancel it. What a shit you gave me ...
And in that spirit. I am ready to cry, realizing how I am letting down my own father. Dad, I want to fix it! I am ready for anything, but I do not know what to do. I seem to be small in my confusion, and my father seemed to have aged by ten years. At stake is his reputation in the city - the most important thing he has. He finally stopped telling me off and stared out of the window with a depressed look. So he did when he was really bad.
When thoughts of suicide were already getting into my head, the doorbell rang. Dad literally flew to the door. The door opens and she stands on the threshold.
Marina? I catch myself thinking that I am glad, really glad to see her.
- Alexander G., - she says from the doorway. - Vlad is not guilty. Can I explain everything to you? ...
Dad pushes me into the next room and is left alone with Marinka. I count the minutes of their conversation with a frozen heart.What is she trying to explain to her father? Finally, I hear the door slam. Marinka is gone. A father appeared in the room. He was thoughtful.
- This is with her you there ... he was small? He asked calmly. In response, my nodding. Dad thought even more, poured two glasses of brandy. He took one for himself, another handed me. His gaze changed, he came to life, seemed to have calmed down a little.
“Drink,” and drank his own gulp.
I poured a brandy, waiting for what will happen next. Dad appreciated the time, especially now. Because blurted outright.
“Now listen carefully, dear son.” You have an evening and a whole night to persuade this redhead to marry you. Tomorrow there will be a wedding, and she will be the bride instead of that professorial steal. I am not going to blush and turn pale before weighty people. This girl, it seems, in you, fool, do not mind. So you have chances.
What? Change the bride? In my argument, Dad just laughed, cheerfully noticing.
- Boy! I changed the district prosecutors, and here - some kind of bride. - And already shouted. - Well, march after her!
... I flew out of the apartment after Marinka. She was not at home. Where could she go? A shot of intuition or, quite simply, a chuika drove me to one place.
She stood on a cliff and looked at her feet when I ran back. Marina turned around, and I saw her crying face, glittering in the darkness. Freckles, wet with tears, I was now absolutely not enraged.
- Do you want to save me again? She demanded mockingly and bitterly in her voice.
I want to save myself, Marinochka.
And you, too, suddenly I understand. Us. From stupid and meaningless actions. That would be the marriage to Lena. Good girl, but absolutely stranger, not mine. This thought flashed through my mind.
And this thought I believe.
- Marina ... Marry me. You are welcome.
... In the afternoon of the next day I saw my bride in all its glory. Marina came out in a gorgeous white dress (my dad tried at night), she had a deep make-up on her face, which completely covered the rods, and her red hair was packed into a gorgeous wedding hairstyle. (Especially for eroticspace.info) I was ready to open my mouth. I couldn’t even imagine Marina so beautiful.
After painting the wedding table and the first shouts of the guests. Our first family kiss passionately. He is not at all bitter despite the screams. Much sweeter than all of our history, which, I want to believe, will only continue to be sweet.
My wife takes care of me at the table, the evening is in full swing.
- Did you really believe that I slept with your friend? - suddenly laughing, asked quietly Marina.
- So nothing ...? - but she doesn't let me finish.
- Did not have. I just got angry at you and decided to piss off in response. And Seryoga, when he entered the room, said that I would pick my foot in the balls if he touched me. He understood me and agreed to play along. - And added with a smile. - You have a good friend.
The stone, incredibly heavy, fell from the soul. I admire Marinka. She is really beautiful. And smart. A woman who can change me. How did I not know this before?
- Are you mad at me? She asked.
- For what?
“For EVERYTHING,” Marina said quietly. This ALL lasted for years, until now, finally, did not get the outcome. Suddenly I realize that I have to fall in love with this persistent and sincere girl. I note how her red freckles shine through the makeup. I feel incredibly happy.
“You did everything right,” I say, and gently kiss my wife on the lips.
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Well done. Very good story
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Not bad, sincerely say so
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Thank you for your feedback, dear!))
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And why is everything so modest? Awesome! Not less.
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Thank you, colleague!)
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Of course 10, no 10 +. Very touching and lively story. The hero for marriage is too young and too childish. This is a concern.But the heroine was incredibly pleased - loving, proud and accessible at the same time. This is not Lena with her professorial arrogance. This is a real loving woman, ready to do a lot for the sake of a loved one. This will go to Siberia, it will be a real support, it will be in trouble and joy, in health and poverty. Whether the hero really appreciates this is a big question for me.
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Thank you, colleague.)
Will the hero appreciate, time will tell)
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Excellent written)
Only 10 ...
Such a life story, catching, thank you!
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Colleague, thank you!
And your last story is good.
Listen to the comments of our colleagues, and you will write just fine!)
Success in creative work!
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The story turned out to be heterogeneous. The preface was not quite clear, the plot was not a shine either. I was completely tuned in a critical way, but the development of the plot, the climax and the denouement ruined my plans. According to the preface. After all, this is the quintessence of the future narrative, the idea of the author, the purpose of the future story, and therefore should be utterly understandable. And the task is not very simple, to highlight the process of growing up a boy, a young man. And most clearly manifested our male "I" in the relationship with the girls. It immediately highlights the failures of upbringing, weaknesses of character, lack or lack of sexual education, and, simply, the inability to communicate with the opposite sex ... The author with his vivid history, as he could, revealed this question and, in my opinion, coped with the task.
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Thank you, dear Critic!))
By preface did you mean the first paragraph? If it is, then yes, I didn’t want to make it completely understandable, so as not to drive the story straight off into a far-fetched tendency. And the plot came out correctly, longish, but without this description the further plot would not have turned out.
In general, I could)).
Thank!
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As always - great! Vital and true. Thank!
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You, Yura, from those readers who are valuable to any author))).
Read all my row!). Thank you for not disappointing you now.
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Yes, the story of the formation of a man is written quite brightly. Redheads are such vital “landmarks” and at first hated freckles brought the guy to the right path. The image of a purposeful loving girl is quite clearly written out. And without any intrigue at the very beginning it was clear that she would succeed. A bit not reliably looks like a blowjob from a virgin. But the author apparently used this violence against female psychology to emphasize the power of love and sacrifice of the heroine.
And, I can not help but note the peculiarity of the statement: after all, the eye stumbles so often when reading about your stylistically torn sentences. It's a pity...
Nevertheless, success to you!
P. S. However, your extraordinary works always stand out among others.
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Thank you, Iris, as always informative!))
About the style ... perhaps just looking for your style. That's why I allow myself that. I am sure that I will change it, perhaps more than once)).
Thank you.
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I must say that stylistically torn sentences are a kind of artistic device. As, for example, Hemingway was present, the so-called "telegraph" style.
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It is well written, I must say that you are the 2 author, whose stories can really like to read, and not do something else. Thank you for such works.
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If I could put 11 ... for the sake of this story, I read all kinds of persimmon about otbebannyh wives and waited ... megakrutyak
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Thanks for the comments)).
I will try)..
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Oh, I would have such a girl ... Every man dreams of such a woman. The author wrote another story on 10, talent)
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Great story !!! Got a real pleasure ... There are very few such stories ... There is an interesting plot, a literate, understandable and easily readable text ... And the most favorite is emotions and feelings ... Thank you very much for your creativity! ... As a sentence - a little more attention to important trifles, the description of the external manifestations of emotions and feelings (facial expressions, gestures, postures, etc.) ...
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Thanks for the feedback)). I will try to write more ..
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More please! Great Rassk
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10+
Such as Marina - does not happen :)
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As always, great ... not without drawbacks, but still behind all the flaws there is some kind of inner content in the story, something more than just a story with sex scenes ...
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Thank you, friends!))).
Minuses correct, but in the next story))).
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THANK!!!
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Che-t some soap, philistine vanilla with geraniums. Bachelor parties, wedding generals, prosecutors of the city, a solid conversation between father and son, “wedding to be” ... In short, this should please the planted fathers. And there is no “growing up character” here, again the classic “alternate aerodrome”. That is, the hero does not make any conscious choice, but goes on about the circumstances. So where is growing up? And all because the thoughts and feelings in the story are only depicted, described by the author, and do not follow from the action itself.
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I agree completely. Brazil / Mexico with India :)
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Finally, at least one humanly finished story, without distortions. I didn’t want to believe my eyes, so everything ended well!
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Very interesting. The hero is really a bit rag. But the story was not about him at all.
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Gypsies on watching this movie would be overwhelmed. “Jimmy, Jimmy, ha, ha!”
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Sumptuously! Loved it!
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Just a bomb! I discovered the author, read all the works in a night) Create more!
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