“I have a big problem,” I said. - My young man wants to marry me.

I turned to Alexey, my colleague, who was sitting opposite me at a cafe table. As always, he looked very calm and good-natured: a strict business suit, hiding a bit stout figure, short-cropped dark hair, glasses in a thin frame, a slight half-smile. He knew how to find a common language with everyone, I think everyone in our office would not hesitate to call him his friend, both men and women. Including me. But while I always saw some devilry, sometimes sparkling in his big brown eyes, which is why I not only enjoyed communicating with him, but also shared the details of my personal life.

Sometimes I had the idea that Aleksey would not mind seriously flirting with me, despite the 15-year difference in age, if he had not been so afraid of his wife. I saw her a couple of times at corporate events. Yes, there was something to fear: a full, loud woman, she managed to enter into some kind of skirmish with everyone around in the first fifteen minutes. Alexey, usually so talkative, with her, behaved more quietly than water below the grass.

In a word, he seemed to me the most suitable person with whom I could share the problem associated with an unexpected proposal of the hand and heart. However, for the good reason, it was not unexpected: I had been meeting with my boyfriend for six years, from the first year of the institute. Recently, however, I was increasingly overcome by doubts about whether or not we were made for each other. And the reason for these doubts, I could not always tell my mother or girlfriends ...

“Yes, this is a serious problem,” Alexey snorted, leaning back in his chair. - So, you agreed or refused?

- Yes, neither this nor that ... - I stretched. - I said that I want a wedding in the summer, and now it is winter ... In general, I thought up a reason to pull the time.

“Marriage is a serious decision,” he said feeling, looking into my eyes. “And you don’t have to rush with him if you’re not sure.” It seems he is a good guy, what exactly is wrong with you?

I lowered my eyes, delaying the answer.

- Maybe ... I'm sorry to be climbing, but ... he doesn’t like you in bed?

“Something like that ...” I said uncertainly.

In fact, he got to the point. We started dating when we were both 18 years old, so the previous sexual experience of each of us was extremely poor. And everything seemed to be fine ... If we compare it with the stories of girlfriends, it would even seem to be quite good. At least regularly. But I stubbornly thought that I was missing something important in this life.

- I have a rather modest one ... - I didn’t know how to tell about my experiences correctly.

- Everything happens boring, in the same way, without imagination ... Probably rather quickly ... And your wishes and suggestions are not taken seriously. Something in this spirit? - suggested Alexey.

I stared at him.

- How did you guess?

- Well, this is a fairly common problem. Men, especially young, often want to have fun, not realizing that the main pleasure is to get to know a woman, to strive to understand what she likes. And what is important is not just, let's say, “to have sexual intercourse”, everyone can do it, but what happens before and after ... After all, if you connect a fantasy, you can come up with so many interesting things ...

Saying this, he took my hand and lightly stroked it. It was as if I was pierced with a current, I could not take my eyes off his deep brown eyes, devils in whom now and so were jumping. I felt that I was beginning to smile stupidly, but did not take away my hand, but enjoyed this moment.

Unfortunately, the wonderful moment had to be interrupted.

“Oh,” he glanced at his watch, releasing my hand and again becoming calm, good-natured.- I think we should go back to work, five minutes before the end of dinner.

When we were almost close to the office, he again looked at my eyes carefully and said seriously:

“I saw you with your boyfriend.” Your eyes do not shine when you are near him. Do you understand what I mean?

I understood.

A few days passed, life flowed as usual, only thoughts of Alexey constantly haunted me. Every now and then I was looking for an excuse to once again talk to him, to be alone. The skirts that I put on in the office were getting shorter, and the heels were getting higher. At the same time, I mentally constantly twitched and scolded myself ... But in the mornings I still got up an hour earlier to make the perfect styling and makeup.

Alexey clearly noticed the result of my efforts. His eyes stopped on me more and more often, from time to time he gave me compliments, but he did nothing. “Well, for the better,” I repeated myself every time. - Where I climb, it is impossible and not necessary! It would be better to figure out your own life. "

In the meantime, it was nearing the New Year, and one day my colleagues from the department left to put tinsel and toys all over the building, and I lazily checked the work mail, not finding anything interesting in it. At that moment Alexey entered the office.

“Hi,” he smiled. “But I need to find information ...” he began to show me some working papers.

“Move the chair, sit down,” I nodded into the seat next to me. - Now we will look.

I filled the search fields on the screen, but thought only that he was sitting very close. Suddenly his hand gently lay on my knee. My heart sounded beating, and the muscles between my legs involuntarily tightened. I continued to look at the screen and pretend that nothing was happening, and in the meantime his palm smoothly crept up ...

At that moment, my colleague Polina entered the office.

“Damn,” I breathed softly, but Alexey heard it and giggled.

- Lesha? - Polina raised her eyebrows in surprise. - Hello.

“Hello, hello ... Well, I will go,” he turned to me. - Thank you for helping.

- Yes, not at all ... Oh, and I need to go uh ... to the kitchen ... - I blurted out the first excuse, and we left the office together.

As soon as we turned the corner and found ourselves in an empty corridor, Alexey turned towards me, hugged him and began to kiss passionately. I wrapped my arms around him with pleasure, caressed my neck and shoulders and responded warmly to the kiss. Our tongues met and danced their stormy dance, he pressed my thighs with his hand, and I more than clearly felt the hard member under the thin wool of the office pants ... Then we heard footsteps and instantly jumped away from each other. He went further along the corridor, and I went back and practically ran into Polina.

“Are there many people in the kitchen?” She asked me.

“Uh ... yes ... no ... average," I blurted out, trying to take a breath.

All that week passed like a fog. Lesha and I did not look at each other in public, but we barely stayed alone, merged into a kiss. I could not think of anything else, except to be left alone with him for at least a little longer than ten seconds.

On December 31, I came to work in a dress in which I was going to celebrate the New Year. “It is quite decent, even without a neckline,” I urged myself, tinting my eyes in the toilet of the office. “Well, just brilliant and a bit short ... But the holiday is the same!” The problem was that I wanted to demonstrate the new dress Lesha much more than my boyfriend and his friends with whom I planned to meet the chiming clock.

- Wow, what a dress! Wow! - exclaimed at the sight of me Polina. - You're on time, we just open the champagne!

- Already? - I laughed.

As soon as we managed to go nuts by our women's team, Alexey entered the office.

- Girls, happy New Year! - He exclaimed and handed each of the same box of chocolates. We all took turns kissed him on the cheek. From his smell my head was spinning more than from champagne.

- And I have news, - declared Lesha. - The director said that after lunch today will be enough if left ...