What the hell is going on, what the hell !? I cling tightly to the door jamb, trying not to breathe. Through the slightly open door, my view opens a wonderful view of everything that happens in the room.

The hands of an unfamiliar guy slide on Natasha Smirnova, on my Natasha! The tipsy girl readily reacts to caress and her mouth opens for sweet kisses ...

Fuck! Shit piece! I walked away from the door and leaned against the wall with force, hurt my head against the log. Why do I look at it, why? Clenching my fists tightly, I feel my nails scratching my skin. Why should I even look at it? However, extortion of hatred, bordering on envy, I turned around and continued to observe further.

It seems the couple can not hear and see nothing around! By the time the guy has already pulled off his T-shirt, exposing the embossed body and began to actively undress his girlfriend. My eyes were glazed, the one whom I idolized, appeared in the nude. Natasha was the head of the group, always in the center of attention, so pretentious and unattainable. I died from her snub nose, expressive brown eyes and pitch black hair. The sharp figure with rather large forms. She was a beautiful nymph I wanted, but could not even come close to her. And now someone fucks her at her own dacha!

I snorted and, despite all the gnawing feelings, I continued to watch. What a damn good figure! Natasha threw off the rest of her clothes and jumped onto the bed, whispering something to her boyfriend. At first I was scared that Smirnova might see me, since she was directly opposite me, but Natasha was always looking down at her beau and I had nothing to fear. The girl tucked her legs under herself and proved something to her partner. I could not hear what they were whispering about, but apparently it was a dispute. The result was that Natasha quite smiled and spread her legs, opening her eyes to the clean-shaven crotch. Blonde guy leaned his head against her pussy, completely covering the review. At first reluctantly, but then more and more actively he began to make her cunnilingus. Natasha trembled over him like a butterfly, caught in a voluptuous network. Her breasts swayed in response to the guy's caresses. The girl then leaned back, then lifted, then with moans moved forward.

Most of all at this moment I wanted to go inside and a couple of times I squeezed a guy in his face, to take his place myself. Twisted in my thoughts, I missed the moment when the guy entered her. Natasha had a rough, first in the missionary position, then cancer.

In his place should have been me, damn it!

The spectacle dragged on and, to my displeasure, I noticed that the stranger was good enough. After taking a few deep breaths, I tried to calm down and turned around, and started hastily down the stairs to the first floor. The last thing I wanted, after a good sex, a couple saw a bystander ...

Natasha's country house was a two-story building and consisted of a cozy living room, a kitchen and several rooms on the first, as well as about four to five rooms on the second. I could hardly imagine their exact number. The planning was quite complicated, but for the assembly of rave companies, which we now did, it was the most.

- To her, Max, Max, we went to the ulitza, we will leave, we need to get aired! - I heard the voice of my friend Cyril.

“If anyone needs it, it’s for you, someone pretty badly!” - I noticed. On the other hand, it didn’t hurt to go out and cool my ardor.

Kirill Goryanov - he was my institute friend, I knew him for just over a year, but we often spent time together, tusili.

“I’m only the paddocks of Vasma’s cigarettes,” Kirill answered without paying attention to my remark.

I grabbed my jacket and together we went out onto the porch. It was the end of March on the street and it was cool enough, especially considering the late night.

“You're not cold,” I asked Kirill.

- Uh, pohrenu! - Goryanov sprawled on the steps of the porch and lit a cigarette.

I walked away, never liked the smell of cigarettes.

- Bliiin, I never parted Masha, I thought that I broke off today! - Cyril complained.

- A sense that? In such a state, you would have fallen down on it and stupidly fell asleep or inadvertently spat even worse.

“Uh,” a friend tried to argue, but without finding anything to say, he began moving his lips thoughtfully, in search of a witty answer.

The front door creaked and opened, a miniature girl appeared in the world, my good friend Kristina Morozova. She frowned, looking at Cyril and carefully circling him, stood beside me.

She also could not stand the smell of smoke.

- How do you? - I asked.

- OK, just wondering what am I doing here in this noise and fun?

- I was surprised when you decided to go!

- But it is necessary, but it was necessary and right! - Cyril cast his vote. - And rightly so!

We looked at each other and did not pay any more attention to the drunk Goryanov and his drone.

- Listen, Max, you're okay, you're kind of dead!

- Yes, no, everything is fine, I just feel too odd here.

- Do not say - Morozova laughed. - I agree with you, people play poker there, but I have no desire to join them.

“Ummm,” I said thoughtfully. The recent sex scenes were still spinning in my head and I didn’t really listen to Christina.

- Listen, let's go for a walk, huh?

- What? - I came out of a stupor.

- Well, let's take a walk, I still do not want to sleep, and back, I see, you, too, are not burning with the desire to go!

“Why not,” I agreed, and in fact I wasn’t drawn back into the house. “Only Kirill must be brought in, otherwise he is quite sour,” I pointed at the sleeping friend.

Goryanov did not particularly want to change the place of sleep and reacted with disgruntled rumbling until I brought him into the house and threw him on an empty bed on the first floor. We were already going to go out with Cristina, as I noticed that blond. This freak walked down the hall with a smug smile. I gritted my teeth with force to the tight pain in the gums, I imagined how I approached him, and with a sweep I give it to his jaw. A fair-haired stranger would undoubtedly have fallen to the ground and it would have been possible for him to hit his foot in the stomach or face a couple of times ... Yes, perhaps even better in the face, it would be so much more pleasant ...

“Max, Max have already gone,” Christine asked plaintively.

“Yes, come on,” I said through my teeth, looking after the guy, a sweet smell hung in the air.

A strangely familiar scent, what could it be? I could not understand its source.

We hurried to go out into the street, where I already calmed down. Morozova wanted to walk along the forest and quickly passed a series of dachas, we went to the edge. The trees cast light shadows under the ghostly light of the full moon. I peered into the thicket and felt light morazhki on the back, how bold should one be to enter there? Yes, even just walk through the woods at night. Damn, what kind of stupid thoughts climb into my head. I turned around and looked at Christina, she was telling me something passionately, and I did not even listen to her. But all the same how pretty she is! A small sprout (about a meter of sixty), with short light brown hair and kind brown eyes. Her childishly round face with neat dimples on her cheeks, as well as plump lips and neat nose gave Christine an indescribable look of innocence. She was younger than a year, but from school we went to the same class, and then we went to the same institute together. Heh, I remember back in school, having become so good friends, I even offered her to have sex without obligations, to which she looked with frightened eyes and said that she could not do that. And to hell with him, after that I thought that we would not communicate, but no, the communication did not get worse, but rather, on the contrary, we became friends. As far as I can remember, there was a “baby” all the time with me, as I affectionately called her. Walking with her along the forest, I had completely forgotten the spied sex scene.I was amused by another thought, interesting, but if this is the way that I suggested she have sex with me, did she agree? Yes, and in general, how she perceives me, as a friend or hopes for something more? Strangers are often confused, considering us a couple, to which we only slyly smiled. It was interesting for me to communicate with her, but I could not imagine us together, but it was possible to pull her, Christinka had a neat, tiny figure and an appetizing chest of the second size.

- Hey what are you doing? - I asked Christine in surprise, she stopped rooted to the spot, looking at me in a frightened way.

At first I thought that she had noticed my wandering in the clouds and making fun, but she turned white, and her beautiful face twisted in a grimace of pain.

- Christina, Christina, what the fuck! What's the matter!? - I shouted.

Morozova’s legs gave way and she fell unconsciously on me. Although Christina was a fragile girl, I could barely keep her. Carefully putting Christina on the ground, I began to look around.

What the hell is going on here? Rare dacha lights also glow in the distance, tree trunks stand to the right with a blackening wall, but what could have happened? And again that sugary smell, as at home. Bingo! So this is chocolate, strange, where can there be chocolate? But what the fuck is going on, my girlfriend is lying under my feet, something must be done!

I looked under my feet and turned cold, the earth below us began to glow brightly, looking back, I saw that everything around me was disappearing and after a moment I was standing under the light of a thousand searchlights. And here she came, intolerable pain, it was impossible to describe. All my nature was filled with agony and suffering, as if I had fallen into hell ...

- What the fuck! - I cried a little breathing.

The last thing I remember was falling down next to Christina and thinking: “I don’t want to die ...”

P. s.
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