It's a wonderful day filled with sunlight, and I walk along the road to my grandmother's house, which I rarely visit, but I love very much. I go, I think that I rarely come to her, I get angry with myself. “How far is it to go, well, if only any car would slow down, they would give a lift.”

I hear the sound of a braking machine nearby, turn around. The door, on the driver's side, opens slightly, and I see the brown-haired boy's head, with an amazing open smile on his lips.

- Maybe bring? - I don’t even understand why he stopped, didn’t seem to vote, but only thought.

It is strange to somehow get into a car to a stranger, to his funny and old car, and rush off somewhere, not knowing whether it is necessary to do it at all. Well, okay, I have already sat down.

He is so stately, tall, with a mischievous smile and his gray-blue eyes are looking at me with interest. Somehow it was not in my plans to meet with representatives of the opposite sex, like married, and it seems like nothing in the family. It can really ANYTHING. And here is a gift. And smiles so defiantly, and in general - I like him.

- Where to take you? - asks.

“Yes, behold, it is not far to go,” I look at him, and intercepts the spirit itself. - I still can’t get to Grandma, what day I’m going to do, and there’s no way.

- Let's go - drove off, let's go. - Only the road itself show.

The conversation is easy, simple, not annoying, just glance at each other and start both to feel that this trip will not end so easily.

- Bomb? - I ask, - or just rode by?

- Yes, in general, you're right, I'm going to the club to friends in Solntsevo, and here you are, if you are on the road, why not give a lift? - laughs in my face, but I feel with some 10m feeling that I am not just giving a lift wanted, and for a long time to visit?

- I wanted for 2-3 days while my husband was away. I miss granny, life stuck and still can not get out to her. - I say this, while the very thoughtless thoughts in my head are already spinning - there is a weekend ahead, so there is still time.

“Maybe you can make a company, otherwise all the friends are with the girls, and I have no one,” he still looks at me testifyingly, but I seem to have lost the power of speech, it’s all too wrong, and yet it’s terribly seductive.

“Well, what the hell are you carrying? As always, I’ll go somewhere else, ”says a voice in the brain,“ such is all right, well-mannered, nauseous. But the guy is cool, powerful, handsome, like Yesenin, with a vicious smile. The kind she always saw in fantasy. ”

We drove up to the house, he looks expectantly, but I can’t decide. “A fool,” I say to myself, “I would have a granny.” They say - give - take it, and beat - run. So why not take it?

“Since I promised to come, I must appear that way, so I won't be able to join you until evening, and I have to go, it seems, only my legs do not obey.”

“It's swept up,” he looks as if everything is already predetermined and I cannot get away from him anywhere, “at eight I will come here, I will wait when you get out.”

And I, nodding my head, go to the gate.

Grandma, love, how nice it is to sit next to you, leaning against your shoulder, when you caress my head and call me such a close and familiar name that I gave me as a child in my childhood - kenochka. Only you know how to love so much, care so much, worry so much. After all, I - your favorite, of all four granddaughters. The oldest and most unpredictable, forever engaging in some unimaginable situation, the one for which most fears, your loving heart. I sit and understand how little time we are together. But the treacherous hormones and my foolish character, my stupid wayward EGO, will not give us time to be around for as long as you would like to be with me. And you, the smartest, most gentle, most understanding, you know it. And do not hold me, letting go in the unknown.

Yes, of course, he was waiting near the gate, when at dusk I went out to meet him. We did not go long. They have a strange club, and not even a club, but a public recreation corner.Two rooms, one of which is a table for table tennis, and the other - a room where there are sofas and an old TV. I did not expect anything else, of course, a spree in the midst.

“Yura - just in case,” he says, but it finally comes to me that we don’t even know each other’s names.

“Well, and I am Vika,” I answer him, when I almost entered the hall.

Funny fun Friday night - drunken faces of girlfriends, admiring and excited faces of guys, sound of guitar, discordant chorus of voices, singing along with her, empty bottles, piled up in a corner of the room and the noise of voices trying to shout over each other.

“And what, not bad for the weekend, - a whisper in my head, - not as planned, but, nevertheless, not bad. Strange he is still a guy. And he plays the guitar and sings great, and his friends appreciate him. ”

“This is not our way,” a glass in his hand, “no one sober leaves here.” Drink, time has come.

There is no malice, no onslaught, no challenge, everything is very simple - feast, fun, friends and I, like the white crow, do not fit into this company. Frowned, but drank. I'm afraid to drink. Foolishly the booze acts on me. Or - I fall asleep, after the first glass, or - I go to the dressing. I drank some more - and it started ... I don't even remember how I ended up in a semi-naked form with a girl on a tennis table, showing a striptease. Wow, and I'm in his hands, pulling me off the table.

“I didn’t expect such a thing from you,” he laughs, but in the eyes of mad lights and I reach for his lips, not thinking about anything anymore. I only remember the hands wandering through my body, the tenderness and the fire of the lips, like poison poisoning the soul and paralyzing the mind ... Failure into oblivion. And then - silence. Where is she from? Where are the others? Opened my eyes, come to myself. Only the fading sounds of footsteps, and the slamming door, as a reminder that someone was here besides us.

Only these eyes, this disarming smile on sensual lips, with hot breath, chewing on my skin. Plexus hands, plexus bodies, plexus thoughts and dive into the abyss. And the wild question, the aching thorn stuck in the brain - “How can I be like that? I have a husband, ”only the body begins to boil and I already know,“ I can. I can and I want. And will".

Night. Night of love and madness nudity. When did this happen, and how did we get here, on the floor, near the tennis table. A soft blanket under my naked body. I also don’t remember how I was naked. Well, let me, I do not care. I remember only insatiable lips devouring me; strong hands that do not allow me to break out when I scream and bend with my whole body to escape the all-consuming fire; and burning, fighting flesh inside, transforming me into a wild insatiable animal, thirsting for only its member.

The heart is given by the sound of a bell in the ears, the lips are dry, burnt by a hot moan, and between the legs everything pulsates when he throws my feet on his shoulders and hammer and hammer my insides, causing pain mixed with an unbridled desire to belong to him without a trace. I do not want it to end. But neither me nor he has the strength. And there was nothing more beautiful than our woven bodies, sweltering in the last chords of orgasm.

Wild and crazy days. How quickly these days flew by. Sometimes we would break away from each other, meeting friends and quickly dropping them out of the room, and sometimes, spitting on everyone, just closed in the room. And the madness continued. By Monday, rising from the blanket, I realized that I had to take time off and think of something to say excuse, because it was already obvious that I could not walk normally.

Well, what ... We will think what to do next.

Pulling things on herself, she kissed him good-bye, and, clumsily moving her legs, headed for the exit.

- Maybe you still leave the phone? - It sounded after me. “I can’t deny myself pleasure, to repeat everything,” he smiled, looking into my eyes and his hands reached for the bag, feeling for a pen.

495 925 ...the figures froze on the door jamb, and behind the open door, I was greeted by the evening.