I walked along the winter street to my home. It was late at night. Transportation almost did not go. The full moon, unnaturally huge, hung in front of me like a street lamp. Deserted streets. Rarely met lonely passers-by.

The mood was preparshivoe. I was humiliated. Or insulted. I have not decided yet. "You do not fit me by sexual parameters." Is it necessary to hear such a thing from the mouth of a girl !? From the girl with whom I was acquainted only a week, and on the very first real night, she told me: “He’s too small for you. We should not meet more. You do not fit me by sexual parameters. " But there are some methods? Well, are there poses to change or something else? And why other girls have never told me such a thing? Although, however, they did not stay long with me. Or am I with them? BUT! does not matter! Suddenly I got angry. “Bitch she! Creature nasty! And at the very hole like a hole. You do not know which side to cuddle! "

Seems to have said it out loud? I looked around, no one heard? No, nobody was visible. A lonely figure loomed ahead in the distance. Very far - calmed down. In fact, I rarely swear, but here I am, right in my heart, feel better.

- Pra-aasti — tuka! - I said loudly and laughed.

The mood rose, and I walked home cheerfully. Already completely unsure of its usefulness.

And the fact that it did not work out with others for long-term relationships was also not very desirable. Isn't that love? What is love? I began to delve into my memory.

Well, at school it seems, there was love. Fell in love with him. I did not sleep at night. Represented how to possess her. It was then that I happened the first time, this. Even in my thoughts I hesitate to admit to myself. Why be shy? Well, it was in the bathroom, in the shower represented it. Why? Should there be any replacement? So after all, you can get off the bag!

But at the institute I had love. Or was not? Well, at night, I slept with her! So it's hard to judge. And when he learned that she was married, he immediately quit. Cried. And I hate! How can I imagine that her lips with her husbands touched, and then, sort of like with mine? Brrrr!

And if you dig further? Ugh! I spat and crawled over a cigarette.

Lighter light blinded me.

- The man. Can you help me?

I turned my head to the voice, but saw nothing. In the alley, something turned black, judging by the voice - a girl.

She took a few steps in my direction, obviously not a steady gait. The fur coat was almost unbuttoned, waved at every movement, showed the delicate whiteness of the skin of a completely naked girl. She smelled strongly of wine. "Drunk" flashed by me. “What if ...?” No if! He immediately reasoned with himself and thought: “We have heard such stories. And there the crowd is waiting for you! ”.

- to help? What, how?

- You see. I went to take out the garbage, and the door slammed ...

- And the key stayed at home! - I guessed.

Probably, my face expressed so much distrust (besides, there was a working lantern at the intersection and everything was perfectly visible), that the girl realized that she had no chance to expect help from me. And when it passes, someone by. She began to cry.

I can not stand when women cry. Well, yes, I am weak about this.

- Well, and how can I help you? I have no tools with me?

“I don’t know,” she already burst into tears!

- Well, good, good! Do not Cry! Come with me. I'll take the tools. We will return, and I will open your apartment.

He thought to himself: “If he refuses, it means that they are definitely waiting for me there! And if you agree, it is unlikely. "

She took my arm and we moved to my house.

We were silent all the way. Here at last is the house. In the hallway froze stupidity:

- Undress and hang here. I will go, I will look for tools.

- And how? I'm not dressed?

- Exactly! Now! - A robe was found in the closet - now - put it on.

- Ah ... Sorry ... Can I go to the toilet and the bathroom? I did not long, froze.

- Yes. Of course, as long as you want, I'm sorry for not offering.

I fussed, showing where the shampoo was, brought a towel.

Ha! Went to watch the tools? Yes, I have no tools at home - screwdriver and pliers. Everything is in the garage. He twisted a screwdriver in his hands, putting it in place, went to the kitchen to put the kettle.

- Smells tasty. What is it?

“Borsch, meatballs, salad,” I showed, without taking my eyes off the stranger. The robe is so short, one of my former passions, was 40 centimeters above my knees and barely covered ... And if she had bent down. I vividly imagined how she bends down, standing with my back to me. She was tall. Very high. Seems taller than me! And this is with my height 188. My chest almost did not guess under the robe. I liked much more hard-chested and short-haired beauties.

Apparently, following my gaze, the girl tried to pull the robe a little lower, but she failed.

- Sit down. There is wine in the fridge. Maybe for an acquaintance?

- No thanks. I was at my sister's birthday. Seems to have gone over a bit, ”she smiled apologetically.

- And I, perhaps, will drink a little, - taking out cognac, I poured a full glass.

We, naturally talking, absorbed borscht and burgers. Seeing that I was pouring the second glass, Irochka, that was the name of my stranger, asked:

- Yura, aren't you wild? When you drink, you are not violent?

- What makes you think? - But I did not drink.

- Our dad, how drunk ... And ... It does not matter ... passed.

She openly yawned, barely having time to hide behind her hand.

- Irish, let's go to sleep?

- And the castle? And the door?

- You see. All tools in the garage. And before it, 3 km stomp. Transport does not go. No, well, if you insist, I can go.

- Oh, what are you! You have done so much for me! You will not expel the naked girl in the cold? - she laughed.

- Of course not...

In my one-room bachelor's apartment there was only one very large ottoman. On which not that two - three could freely fit. And if you cross and knees ...

“Chur, I'm at the wall, at once resolving my doubts,” Ira said and began to lay the bed. The couch is quite low and I finally managed to admire the bent girl.

Turning her head and following my gaze, Irina grinned and said:

- Yura! Nuuu ... Shame on you! Do not peep. Go better to the bathroom. And please take my fur coat to the corridor.

I had to perform. Going into the room, and seeing my girlfriend sleeping, slowly undressed, turned off the light, lay down on the very edge.

Suddenly, straightening her hand and putting it on my chest, she made a movement, as if pulling me to her. Moving forward, I felt the heat of a heated body. No longer hiding, she threw back the blanket and pressed against my shoulder.

- I hope you are no longer a boy? She whispered.

“Boy, boy,” I laughed, “be my teacher!”

- I just want to warn you right away. I like being on top. I do not like to claw and bite. Tolerate - I hate tickling. Don't ask me to give you a blowjob. And I won't let you lick. I like the long foreplay. And when I'm ready, you'll find out. And further. I have an auspicious day today and do without protection. You're not sick, are you?

“No,” I replied briefly.

- You do not want to say anything about yourself?

“No,” I repeated.

Her long speech surprised me. Frankly, the mood immediately disappeared.

She sat on my lap, we caressed each other. Her breast was not so small. She was, for some reason, cool in contrast to the hot body.

“Please don't be silent,” she begged.

I caressed her and spoke gentle words. Where did it all come from? This flow of words ... I am usually not very talkative. At first he was afraid that her explanations would discard my hunt. So at first it happened. But the gentle hands of Ira, quickly returned me to normal. Oh, she knew what she wanted! And do not be shy about it. And very ...