“Okay, come on for your birthday.” Only you will not drink your murmur, let's go for a moonshine.

- Come on, - the birthday man agreed, who had to celebrate his birthday for another week.

I was not like that. I had friends like that.

Valerik rushed into the room and soon returned with two silver glasses.

“Such a noble drink should be drunk only from silverware,” he explained, and poured some brown color into glasses.

With extreme caution, I poured a strange potion. The taste was strange, but the fortress was not felt.

- What the hell is this? - I grimaced, - there are absolutely no degrees in it.

- Yes, you persecute, - the owner of the drink was indignant, - Dad said that there are about sixty there.

“I bet I'll drink a whole mug without biting.” Just let the water drink. And in fifteen minutes I will pass on the platform?

I admit, in the competition for the use of alcoholic beverages, I occupied the last place. But the previous week of drinking heavily tempered my body. Valera extended his hand for a handshake and broke it. A green mug formed on the table, filled to the brim with brown liquid. To her sat down half full or half empty glass of water. Taking a mug in my left hand and not having tasted any feelings, I drank it like it was kvass or tomato juice. Having halved half a glass of water, he didn’t even winced.

- Strong! - the former school friend did not believe his eyes, - like water. We'll see in fifteen minutes how you will crawl along the board. And what are we arguing about?

“Nothing,” I grinned. “I threw you into a moonshine mug.”

- Ha, for a friend of shit is not a pity.

At this time in the hallway the bell rang.

- This is Zhenya, - explained Valera, - only he calls like that.

Eugene lived on the floor below. He was with us the same age, but we studied in different schools, and with Valera - in the same class.

- What are we doing? - shaking hands with us one by one, asked a neighbor.

Valera told.

- A whole mug? !! - Eugene did not believe.

- Yeah, and washed down with water.

- Come to me, and then my sister forgot the key at home, and I'm waiting for her.

We quickly got together and went down to the lower floor. Zhenya also collected music records. Turning on the rollers, he called Rowling Stones group, gave us a cigarette for Camel.

Valera refused, he did not smoke. I decided to wait a bit. The smoke could provoke intoxication. And I haven’t had a headache or a pope yet. At this time Olga came - Zhenya's elder sister. She will soon knock a quarter century. But she looked like an eighth grader. Also small, tiny, almost like Light. True, Svetlana's chest was significant, Olga could hardly guess under her sweater. Suddenly, I wanted to attach it and press it to my body in order to feel the warmth and softness of the female breast. Alcohol turned off all the brakes in my brain, but the brain was not aware of this.

Rising from the stool on which I sat, he moved to his object of passion and lust. Friends were grinning at me. My legs didn’t obey my master very much, but, remembering the argument, I walked along the floor. Olga was surprised to see my body movements. Approaching her at a sufficient distance, the MCH in my face literally fell into her arms. Hugging Olga, just disappeared into it. Gently stroking her hair, I began to whisper all sorts of nonsense to her:

- Olenka, my dear, I have long dreamed of getting into your arms. Finally my dream came true!

The girl removed the guy from himself. In her eyes was read sincere surprise:

- Well, got what? She asked, grinning.

She was not bothered at all, but rather amused. Friends just rolled with laughter, holding their mouths. stories about sex I took it all seriously. The reality of what was happening did not reach my mind, heavily clouded by alcohol.If I were sober, I would not have dared like that for any treasures of the world, and even with all of them, I would attach a woman who is old enough to me from the harbor. She was half the age of my life, and simply fell out of my circle.

“Olenka, allow me to kiss you,” said the inadequate young man.

“I allow it,” said Olenka, and noticing that I, with my lips sticking out, reached out to her lips, turned my beautiful face, saying at the same time, “but only in the cheek.

I had to obey. I gently touched her sweet cheek, but the demon who entered me made me stick my tongue out and hold them from my chin to the temple of the girl.

- Ay! - shouted Olga, - Ure, are you crazy, why did you lick me ?!

Friends, no longer able to endure, laughed out loud. Valera grabbed his stomach and fell on the sofa, crying with laughter. Zhenya was also good.

- Ol, what are they? - the beginning alcoholic did not drive into the situation at all.

- Yura, are you drunk, or what? - finally understood, Olga.

- Yes! - I said firmly, - I had a birthday.

- What is a birthday? - sister Zhenkina was indignant, - at the end of October it seems to you, and now it is almost the middle of November.

Having added me to the waist, a strong woman, almost dragged away into place.

“And he is a month before and a month after the notes,” Valery said, having no strength to laugh.

I was trying to walk along the road along the route, but I could not do it anymore. Everything was spinning and spinning the wheel.

“Go on the street,” Olga advised, “it will be bad for him, ventilate.”

My friends grabbed my arms and dragged me to the top floor. Saying goodbye, I said:

- Olya I love you.

- I love you too, Yura.

- We still kiss with you ... Another time?

- Kiss, Yurochka. Certainly ... Another time.

***

Looking ahead, I want to say that a week later I met Olga on the street. She, seeing me, smiled.

- Hi, Jura.

- Hi, Olya.

- Do you even remember what you got up?

- I remember well. I never forget anything, no matter how drunk. You promised to kiss, huh?

“Another time, Yura,” Olga smiled again, and we each went our own way ...

***

Trinity of young people rose to Valerik. There I dressed somehow, went into the kitchen and for some reason took the mug from which I drank the moonshine, put it in my coat pocket ... Zhenya did not go with us.

Outside, the frosty air stuck into my lungs along with the smoke of Camel cigarettes and heightened the effect of alcohol several times. I have not yet reached the condition, but was, as they say, a little podshofe. More precisely, I thought so. In fact, I was almost drunk on the spot. Strange thoughts of a sexually erotic nature visited my head. For some reason I was sure that the entire female half of humanity in our city, eighteen years old and older, should happily fall into my arms and allow them to kiss and become familiar with the smoothness and elasticity of their breasts, which were hidden under winter clothing. Such inadequate thoughts were not inherent in a sensible person. But my sanity has disappeared along with the wine pair. Therefore, I explained to Valerik that he should not be confused under my feet, but walk a little behind. Because I should not have missed any beauty coming to meet me. A friend walked behind and grinned at his youthful mustache over the behavior of a drunk inadequate smoke, looking to me not to run into trouble. My moral attitudes did not allow me to pester a couple. It’s not because I could have wrecked the full from a fairly perturbed gentleman for such an indecent treatment with his lady, it simply didn’t fit in the brain, intoxicated with alcohol, and the moral attitudes were placed.

The first girl whom I set out to express my love was about my age. Carefully freeing herself from my arms, she did not allow to touch what was forbidden, and bypassing me, she continued on her way as if nothing had happened. The next one was older. I just ... Read more →