- We will retire to discuss something. - As gently as I could, I tried to get out (in the literal and figurative sense) of the situation.

But it came out only from Nastya. Because everyone paid attention to my excited member with the foreskin moved backwards.

We retired to the steam room. As soon as the door closed, Nastya knelt and took my dick in her mouth. She gently sucked, penetrating the tongue into the urethra, then swallowed a member to the full length, so that the head touched her throat. After a few minutes of such caresses, I finished, so vigorously that she almost choked on sperm.

- And you can make me just as nice? She asked, looking ingratiously at me.

I laid it on the shelves. He kissed a crack. Spent his tongue on top, then slightly parted her labia, and plunged his tongue there, trying to grope the clitoris. Feeling sourish salty taste of her discharge. When she started to shudder, I inserted the middle and index fingers of my right hand into her, slightly pressing down on my pubis with my left hand. And continuing to pull the clitoris with his tongue, he began to stimulate the point “G” with vibrating movements. Trying to keep silence - she bit her lower lip, dug her nails into my back, and still could not stand it, and screamed.

Surprised exclamations and exclamations in my support were immediately heard from behind the wall.

I stopped. The right hand was wet.

“You are a god,” Nastya said, breathing heavily and trembling.

I silently kissed her on the lips, and only then said:

- Let's go, before the people brag.

When we left, applause rang out overgrown into an ovation. The guys clapped me on the shoulders.

The girls whispered something to Nastya on the ear. To which she answered quite loudly:

- I don't know how he did it.

I smiled softly, lighting a cigarette.

Then everyone switched to me.

- Stas, how?

- Stand in line, - I joked, - sessions are paid.

Half an hour later, Tanya and Vitalik followed our example. The effect was not the same, and Yana went to look at the children. Roman went with her, and they returned only an hour later.

Then again, grilled kebabs. We moved into the house, sang songs, played a bottle. Having fun - as they could, but from time to time I caught the greedy glances of Yana and Tatiana upon myself.

About twelve I quietly went to bed.

Soon came Nastya.

- How are you? - She asked.

- Just went over with alcohol. It's ok.

She lay down next to me, and we fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up early, it was still dark. It was time to get ready for departure to the city. Almost everyone except me and Niklevichi needed to work on the third day.

Carefully freed his hand, got up and got dressed.

- Stas? - in a quiet sleepy voice called Nastya.

- Yes.

- Kiss Me.

I lightly touched her lips.

- New Year's Tale is over? - Without opening her eyes, she asked.

- Alas ...

I went outside, lit a cigarette, took a shovel and went to dig a car ...

09. 01. NN + 1 years

Last day at home ... A little sad, but already familiar. At lunch we will gather at a large table, relatives will come. By four o'clock, everyone will disperse, and the three of us will remain. Mother, as always, will persuade to stay, father will say: "Well, son, you do not forget us at all, call us sometimes."

But where will I go from a submarine? “The city is a fairy tale, a city of dreams, falling into its networks - you disappear forever ...” so it seems that famous rockers of the 90s had it. Therefore, at about five o'clock when my mother cried, they drank with my father at least and the situation became completely unbearable, I said:

- And let's go - take a walk? We go to the tree, to the park or shopping.

- No, son, you go - develop, and we later.

So I did. He reached the square on which stands the main "New Year's beauty" of the city. I went to my favorite cafe, drank coffee. Mood hesitated centimeters at fifteen above the floor.

He took out the phone, flipped through the notebook and randomly poked at the display.Russian roulette on the phone - whoever you get, a couple of times, I drunk and drunk up to the head a couple of times, for which I received either a fiddle or a promotion. At this time, got on a former classmate.

Fifteen minutes chatted about children, wives, about work, in general, about nothing.

Spit on everything, in the "Carousel" took the standard two bottles of brandy, snacks, and went to the well-known address.

- Who's there? - croaked speaker intercom.

- Grandfather Insanity and cockroaches. - I replied.

- Come on in! And we have a "hangover". - Clicked the door lock.

- Hi, Uncle Sas. - said Vitya, escorting me to the room.

- I'm not alone, with gifts. Hold on, - I handed him a chocolate bar. - And adults ...

- Do not torment! - Asked for Jan.

“Well, okay,” I took the bag from the bag.

- You're incorrigible. - Roman said thoughtfully. - Mother, carry the dishes.

- Alas and ah. Persistence is a sign of excellence.

We sat, watched TV, drank, the conversation did not go, and almost any topic raised by me was reduced to Anastasia by the hosts. At the end of the first bottle, I could not resist.

- What, there is no other order? Or other women?

- She is bored...

- So what? We have already talked about everything. By the way, did our biathlon run the baton? - I tried again to translate the topic of conversation in a different direction.

- Men - the first. Women - somewhere in the top ten.

“An exhaustive answer,” he thought, and continued, “Okay, let's talk about the most burning topic ...”

- You disappeared somewhere, do not call.

- I had less than a week of time, and a lot of things. And that, waste to you has arrived to note.

- Well done. - Announced Necro.

- Then pour it.

- Then tell me what you have with Nastya.

- And then you do not see? They met, slept, then everything.

- Why?

- Jan, the stupidest question. She has two years to study, I work in Moscow. She will not go with me, I will not come back here.

- And how do you feel about her?

- What do you want most? - I asked quite nervously. - She's not needed here. She did not even come out, did not say hello.

Then I realized that the views of Roman and Yana were not turned to me, but somewhere behind my back and fell silent.

Nastya’s voice with a sharp knife ripped up the silence in the room.

- From what? Hello Stanislav.

- Hello, - I did not even turn my head, - Come on. We're just talking about you here.

- I understood that. Only now I do not understand, they are so interested in what is happening in the world, or are they claiming the role of matchmakers?

- You know, now I do not know myself. At first I thought they were worried about you.

- So what guys? - In one voice, we asked a question.

- Yes, for both we are experiencing. - The beginning of Jan.

- What is old, what is young. - Roma supported her.

“We just wanted to help,” Yana looked down, “excuse us.” And sort things out among themselves.

“We figured out with you, and we'll figure it out.” - I picked up the bottle, poured it all into glasses in an empty glass, prepared for juice.

- Be good! - Say a toast to Necrof.

- This is another matter, so be it. - Nastya supported him.

After that, everyone's mood began to rise.

- Do you know the funniest advertising slogan of this new year? “Yana asked,” a sign on the Christmas tree bazaar: “Pine to every customer.”

- Yes. Last year I wrote to Santa Claus: Santa Claus, give me a new brain. He did not fulfill my wish. This year I appeal to the Finnish Yollo Pukka: Yollo Pukka - move my hands out of my ass.

Cognac is over, and the owners themselves expressed a desire to go for another one. To restrain them was useless, and Nastya and I were left alone.

- When you leave? - Nastya looked into my eyes.

“Tomorrow night.” - I got up and went to the window. - Look, there is almost no wind there, snow is falling in large flakes. My grandmother called this weather a snowy fantasy.

- Why are you?

- Just like that ... Just, I don't know what's going on. There are holiday novels, and we had New Year’s with you. - I ... Read more →