- do not rush. The first time is the hottest, and let it be like this ...

She took his cock in her mouth, and after a minute, Vitalik was screaming, his eyes bulging.

- Wow. I almost burst, - said Lyuba, when she swallowed everything. - Now go to bed - and do with me whatever you want. I'm all yours.

Acne enjoyed this pink happiness for an hour and a half. He licked him when he stopped being shy, in all places - even where Luba had never been licked before. He plunged her into such a whirl of seething puppy caresses that she got really excited and wheezed, throwing her head back:

- I have the impression ... that I ordered you ... and not you me ...

He slew the poor priestess of love so much that she finished off the fucking ass and fell asleep in his bed.

Acne for a long time admiring Anyone, smiling in a dream, like a child.

He wanted to cry. It was midnight, the New Year ... He drank a full wine glass, and did not dare to wake Lyuba. Several times he tried to kiss her, but he did not kiss her. Then he took her shoes and carefully washed them in the bathroom. Then he grabbed her laundry and sniffed it for a long time, like a drug addict. Then...

Then Lyuba left.

Before that Acne confessed her love.

He spoke to her for a long time, stammering about the fact that she herself did not understand how amazing she was, that he was ready for anything, and ...

“That's funny,” Lyuba answered him. “You slept with a girl for the first time in your life and decided that you fell in love, right?” Do you think that now you will convince me to fuck for money, and we will live with you happily ever after? Well, let's talk. Do you know why I became a whore? To earn on study. I wanted to become a psychologist. I stuck it like a horse, but I couldn't pick it up. And a friend persuaded ... "Try it a couple of times, if you don’t like it, stop it." I tried. I did not like. If you knew how much I didn’t like it ... But it hasn’t stopped so far. Nobody forces me, Vitalichka, my good one. I do it myself, of my own will. I earned my studies, entered the university, studied for a year and quit. And now I do just that. Inconsistent, yes? I can not throw it, Acne. I can not live without it. And what you think ... you didn't fall in love with me. These are just hormones. I really liked you, but ... well, goodbye to you, - she kissed him deeply with a suction cup.

Acne begged, begged her, thumped on his knees ... and begged the telephone.

“I promise nothing,” said Luba. “I don't know why I gave it to you.”

... For three days she did not pick up the phone. On the fourth she took:

- Well, I know that it is you, I know. Why so much to call?

Three days later Vitalik walked with her around the Summer Garden.

They began to meet - at the beginning once a week (“well, I have no time, believe me, Vitalka”), then more and more often.

Their meetings were like school dates - prim, arm in arm, and not a word about the forbidden. They had endless conversations about everything. Soon Acne did not know what was more precious to him: these conversations or the hope of sex.

Hope, by the way, soon came true. Once Vitalik's mom was not at home. Acne turned away to find and put Luba favorite music, and when turned around - dropped discs.

“I can't do that,” said Luba, who was naked. - You see a guy every day, you touch him, you talk to him - and you don't fuck. Have you had anyone since then?

This time everything was different (excluding Vitalkin cold sweat).

- Do you think I invited you to entertain? - Lyuba told him, laying under him. - I will teach you real sex. Free, do not be afraid. Lesson one: how to excite a girl, if she ... But no, right now, I myself was already excited ...

These lessons were more and more often - first at home with Vitalik, and then with Lyuba.

- Accept the fact that I fuck, except for you, even with a whole crowd of men, - she told him. - Humble once and for all. If you can accept it, I will be with you.

Acne reconciled, even though it was not easy. At night, he dreamed of how her clients fucked Luba, and he looked and did not dare to go.

It was humiliating, but for some reason sweet, insanely sweet and forbidden.

Time passed, and dreams did not go away. They pressed on him all the more than ...the smaller customers were Lyuba.

“You know, it’s so good with you that it makes me more disgusting and disgusting to do this,” Lyuba said six months later. - I never thought it would be like that. It is interesting that we will eat you, eh?

Dreams did not let go of Vitalik, and once he confessed everything.

- I haven't had anyone for a month. Well, well, - surprised Luba. - So ... So, you want me to ... so we ...

***

- So, stop, - said Serega. - Hey, in kind, what a fairy tale?

- A young man in love ... a noble prostitute ... love-carrot ... Who would believe in it? - supported him Yurik.

- A burden. I almost fell asleep ...

- Guys, do not you believe me? - cried Mishan.

- What is there to believe? What are we, kids, eh?

- Yes, and where are the kids? ... Yes, you ... yes, I ...

- What are you"?

- And then! This Acad, for your information ... in short, there is no Acad. It's all me.

- What are you"?

- And then !!! All this was with me. I told myself about myself, okay?

- About you, me?

Yurik, standing up from the couch, noisily flopped back. Seryoga did the same.

- You're not lying, eh?

- Yes, I tell you! Mom swear! ..

- Mdaaa ... - Yurik stretched out on the couch. “You see, Mishan, what the matter is,” he said, looking into the glass. - You understand how it is ... But I also told myself about myself. All this was with me. Anya is my wife.

“And I ...” said Seryoga.

- What? And you?

Mishan and Yurik turned to him.

- Yeah ... And what's wrong with that? Gulka and I have been together for ten years.

- Ohreneeeeee ...

Mishan poured himself and drank in one gulp.

- Well, guys, we give with you ... Well, the company got close, your mother is in a point! ..

- Yeah. Vicious we folk. Lost

- So we change wives ...

“But the truth is - we are done for bitches,” said Seryoga with feeling. - Here you are, Yurik. Why are you changing yours, huh?

- How what? Anya, though such, and ... how old is she, and how old is Jeanne? ... And you?

- Well ... My gnaw though and ... but I want to fucking normal, with arms and legs, but to expose her with cancer, fucking humanly ... Mishan, and you? ... Stop.

- What is "stop"?

- Stop. Listen up And Jeanne is ... Is that her?

- Who is she"?

- Well ... yours?

“Mine,” Mishan chuckled. - She's the one. Mate

Seryoga and Yurik, dumbfounded, looked at him.

- Only, in truth, her name is not Zhanna, but Lyubka ... Well, why are you staring at something?

“Oh, you bitch,” Seryoga finally said. - His wife fucking bargains, and even grandmother pulls us off?

- Guys, what are you? ..

- Listen to me! Maaalchat! Rrruki for the head! Do not moveaaaa! Drive six hundred bucks we gave you! Bystraa! ..

- How will I drive if I have hands behind my head?

- Bystraa ..!

***

When the door slammed behind Mishan, frightened to a death, Seryoga collapsed into a chair:

- Uffff. In the padla, eh?

“Yeah,” Yurik answered uncertainly.

- What kind of people are still there, huh? And as I did not immediately see through it ...

- Indeed ...

- Eh. Well, poor Yurik? At last, and - is the ball over?

- Come on ...

We drank. We sat-silent.

Then Serega left.

Yurik left alone.

He sat a little, looking out the window.

Got a mobile phone. He turned it in his hands. Turned on.

Found a contact Lubimaya - and began scribbling SMS:

"Do not sleep? I miss..."

... He would be surprised to learn that at the same moment, besides him, two more are typing SMS with the same text.