1. Summer girl. Part 1: Spring to Summer
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my lips and quite painfully gnawing all five over the penis, touching the eggs. Slightly remove the pelvis from her hands and at a pace bring her to orgasm hand caress. If it is not the first time, then this is what we have (her orgasm is not from Cooney, but from my fingers) is very rare (except that in Chernomorsk there was an abundance of intima). And it is similar only in Chernomorsk and it happened that she would long masturbate a member of me, not taking it almost immediately in the mouth. And certainly for the first time in all ten months of our meetings - her suction was kneeling in front of me, and not when I was lying on the bed, taking her blowjob, or was kneeling on her pillow, fucking her mouth. And all this - being almost fully clothed, not having reached in a passionate eclipse of reason of some smallness to a tractroke on which all this could be done more comfortably.

But it turned out, and hardly consciously, but rather on instinct - unforgettable.

Because, as it turned out, this was our last intimate meeting.

A few minutes later, when, sitting on the sofa in the living room, I smoked and drank cooled coffee, and Julia just drank coffee (she did not smoke), I suddenly remembered her morning phrase.
“So what did you want to say to me in the morning?” What can be released from work early, but will you leave before? What then sms-Coy wrote?
- No ... yes ... not only, - realizing that she was confused, Julia finally smiles. Then it becomes serious again, - Disabled, promise that you will not be angry.
- Have I ever been angry with you?
- And do not be offended.
- Have I ever offended you?
- And you will not dissuade.
- Not Julia, Julia! Are you in love or something?

Repeat option Leyla, as I understand it. It seems to be written on my forehead - to come closer, make friends, almost love a girl, and then rip this feeling out of the heart with flesh and blood and present it on a silver platter to another guy with a kind smile:

PRI and m and t e, i d and t e: s and e e with t Tel o M o e ...
P i y t e o N N i s s i: s i i e t K K o f i M o i ...

Julia blushes and is embarrassed, Julia is ready for confession, but her phone rings and she answers her mother that she is already in the city (the Eurofound’s office was outside the city, so the service bus drove them back and forth) and will be home soon.
“Good, good, I'm just in the area, Mom.” Buy necessarily! - and looks at me guiltily. “I'll tell you later, okay?” Mom is waiting, and I promised.
- Well, let's go, I'll take it. Along the way, tell me.
- No I myself. I have to go to the store in the square, buy something. What can I say, you know that I’ll get home from here on any minibus in a few minutes. Before you warm up the car.
- See for yourself, as you wish.

Serving a cloak in the hallway. Somehow inexplicable impulse again weave in a passionate deep kiss passionately, and not the usual smack on the cheek before a short parting.
- My joy, Julia! Be happy!
- How lucky I am with you, DD! I'll write everything in ICQ, you will understand me! My best friend, my unforgettable man, my dear man!

You can understand it in a different way. F e p R a l.
“DD! DD! Clean! My dear and dear friend! My gentle and affectionate man! Understand me! Forgive me! I have never been so good with anyone as with you. I have never in my life been as happy as those days in Chernomorsk. I am even sure that I will never have anything like this. And I will never forget about you. You have done so much for me as you yourself do not suspect. You turned me from an ugly duckling - into a woman. You gave me the maximum that you could give. You gave me a place in your heart next to your favorite people: wife, children, parents. I am eternally grateful to you for this!

But actually I am an ungrateful monster! Because I want more. And more you can not give me.And should not! And you will not! Otherwise, you immediately fall into my eyes below all understanding.
When you told me yesterday that I fell in love with someone and your eyes were kind and kind (do you remember the anecdote about Ilyich the same? Haha, well, so that you don’t think, I’m in such a depression and I will die soon. You won’t wait !) Then for a moment I was ready to believe in the unthinkable happiness that I would throw myself on your neck now, tell you the cherished words and hear the same in response.

Yes, DD, I loved you! I love you! And you can tell jokes about women's logic as much as you like, but for this very reason we will not meet again !!! Because now I need not a lover DD, but a beloved DD, husband of DD, father of my children DD. But this will not happen! Why? Because this will never happen.

I understand that I am too self-confident when I say that we will not meet again. I understand that one of your calls is enough, one penetrating phrase in ICQ, so that I immediately change my mind and agree to one more meeting, then one last, then another last-last: I did not want to meet yesterday, but could not come.

Therefore, I ask you! If I'm a little dear to you. If all your kind and respectful words spoken to me are not an empty sound. If you really want me to be happy.

Let me cool off from you, move away from this violent tension of feelings, from constant thoughts, when you arrive, and for how long can we be alone. Give me a chance to meet another guy, to desire another man, go to bed with him, get married, have children. Give me a chance to be realized not only by your mistress, but also by your wife and mother. Yeah, you're right, and the daughter-in-law too, you always praised me as a hostess, so the mother-in-law will be happy too (a lot of smiling emoticons).

And for this I can be offended, DD (a bunch of sad emoticons)! It is absolutely impossible for me to continue to meet with you, and at the same time look for my soul mate, take signs of attention and go on dates with other men. You are a disgusting joke that you will not mind if I sleep with both you and the other. Yes, you first then spit on me, obzovish slut and quit without regret. And you will be right! And the second one too. And he will be right too! Yes, I myself will not allow this, anything I can swear to you that from that May day last year, when we met you personally, other men for me do not exist in principle.

That's why I say! Let's take a break. Pause Space. For a year, or half a year, or at least until summer. So that I can, with a clear conscience, tell myself and that guy that I don’t have anyone, that I’m ready to love and be loved.

Do you agree, DD? Well, of course, as soon as I see that there are no applicants and are not foreseen, I will immediately inform you and will not be shy at all, I will not believe that I am imposing myself on you again.

What do you decide? OK, agreed. We are now deleting each other's contacts from ICQ, so that there is no temptation to write at least “hello” and start all over again. I'll delete your phone number too. And “___” of May, on the anniversary of our meeting, you will write me a text message, remind you of the ICQ number, we will get in touch, and I will honestly tell you how I am doing.

Thank you again for all-all-all that was between us. Including for this conversation.

Love I am waiting. Julia".

May.
“Search !!! Buddy !!! You have not forgotten me! And today is exactly our anniversary day? And I was not sure for sure. Okay. Things are going great for me! Yeah, and heartfelt too! And I him and he me. Very much. Mutually. Well, here you bent and bent the stick. This is only our business with him, sorry, of course. You can ask about the wedding, I think that very soon. There is a sign that in May you cannot marry, therefore in summer. No, what are you, what a kid? A grown man, even a year older than you, in my opinion. His children from their first marriage are older than your children. Formally, he is not divorced, but does not get along with his wife and does not live. No, you do not confuse, then I had a completely different meaning. You love your wife, so I didn't want to take you away from her. And if he is indifferent to her, or she is to him too, then no one will feel bad about this, but quite the opposite.Well, thank you, and you health, and the children the very best! Another communication session? Oh, I'm blushing. Well, yes, I remember, on August 25. Yes, I still remembered today, I just said that, I don't remember. No random number generator, but female logic! Bye-bye, buddy DDishche! ”

And in g with with t.
“I’m probably happy. I love my only man, and he loves me as his only woman. And I wear under the heart of his child. My child. Our baby. I will be mom, DD !!! Oh, not soon. But I will. You know, he has some problems in the family. The eldest child goes to college. I haven’t made it through to the budget, now I have to arrange it for a fee, otherwise they will be taken to the army. His wife, he says that he is sick often, and he is ashamed to throw her. No, I did not say that he does not live with her, I said that I simply do not get along with her. Most importantly, he loves me and intends to be with me. Let not now, but when it turns out. All life ahead, hope and wait! In February - so in February, as you say! Until!"

F e p R a l.
“Did you see dur, DD? No, I remember that you taught at the institute and seen all sorts of female students, including stupid ones. But the fools are not in school, and seen in life? Here get that photo from the sea and look at me. It was some kind of nightmare. As it turned out, he never intended to marry, and with his wife, if he wasn’t good, he wasn’t going to throw her, only he hung noodles on my ears and hung them up. And when I became a little more insistent, he allegedly accidentally burned my number to my wife. And she got me, even managed to come to the antenatal clinic, and there was a scandal there; she put me apart from the family. My mother and I changed my home number, cell phone several times, and they threatened with the police, and told me to have an abortion, and I promised that I didn’t need anything, not a surname, patronymic name for the child, or alimony, just let this abnormal leave me in the rest. Yes, I understand that you have found me by ICQ search, because that number of my number is long gone. I just didn’t lose the child, and my mother was also so nervous, the pressure, the heart, I didn’t know who to worry about.

Well, I do not! I am not a masochist to continue to love such a person after such. I just got caught, DD. It seemed to me that everyone should be as decent as you. And all your plans-intentions-prospects honestly voice.

No, I will not tell you, neither his name nor his place of work. And not at all because it is just a little dear to me. I believe that you can teach this scum a lesson. But everything has already happened, not to return it back. This is just the new strains for me to begin, if you load up on him, he’s like a woman, he will set his wife on me again, but you won’t fight with her either. And I have to give birth in a month, I'm tired of everything, let me be allowed to live my life, I don't want anything from anyone! ”

You can understand it in a different way. A propulsion 2 0 1 2 g about d and.
“My boy is three years old (on such a date). Yes, of course, a smart and healthy loafer, I posted his new photos in classmates, look. Thank you, DD, God forbid the health of your children! I work in the same place, I study in absentia at the law school, it’s enough to be running errands, it's time to make a career. I really appreciate you and your support all these years, my friend! Ha-ha, someone who is, and I know you very well and I don’t agree with any cup of coffee except in a cafe. We know, we know, we passed, I will not have time to come, as I will immediately find myself in your bed! Just kidding, of course, everything was wonderful. But honestly, I haven't moved away from that story yet. I don’t want sex for fucking, but I’m not going to cheat at the call of my heart, body, soul, as then, until there is such an attraction.

I was shocked by your 8th March SMS, I still keep it in my phone, I don’t delete it. Not even the essence of congratulations and wishes, but how you approached me. “Yulenka, my short happiness!” ... DD, because so many years have passed, do you really perceive me like that? ”

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  • badTh1nk (a guest)
    December 19, 2015 1:26

    You are a whiz.
    Summer girl is a super story.
    Hooked.

    And you feel better?
    Love she often walks with pain ...
    Especially in this case.
    It seems there is a loved one ... and there is no next.
    And reopen the wound, regularly or occasionally
    your appearance ...

    But the deadlock is the original, if you love your wife.
    Therefore, treason, deepening relations
    with a decent man - a dead end.
    Treason / census is also a dead end.
    Man is not a bargaining chip and
    primitive for him - crap.
    Better to jerk off, in a pinch.

    But this is all important when the conscience is still there.
    You still have it.
    And the illusion of the development of such a relationship is still there?
    Answer yourself.

    You write stories, not stories.
    They cling. Why write?
    Can you write stories?
    Come up with a picture from A to Z?

    Do you have strength, potential and nowhere to put it?
    Or maybe you want to understand yourself
    and no one to say everything accumulated?
    Memories relish?

    I don't need to know the answers.
    Hope not to break your internal boundaries.
    All of us, on the Internet, are hidden behind "nicknames".

    You asked for comments.
    My and received, for personal stories.
    I repeat once again - hooked Girl Summer.
    Here “Ostap suffered”, i.e. me.

    Thank you for the story.

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  • December 19, 2015 9:42

    Dear badTh1nk!
    I am very grateful to you for an interesting and emotional review.
    No borders, after the invasion for which hostility begins, you have not violated.
    On the contrary. I am pleased to know that my story prompted you to respond, voice your thoughts, ask questions that interest you.

    Although you said that the answers to your questions are optional, nevertheless, I myself would like to answer them, clarify my position.

    I will start with the easiest - can I compose, invent a picture from A to Z? At the time of the rebellious youth, when the question of choosing a future profession was actualized, I seriously wondered what I should become - a writer or a mathematician. I wrote stories and stories, plays, and almost finished the novel (all in the science fiction genre). And at the same time, I felt the poetic logic and romance of rationalism inherent in the exact sciences. And in the end I was lucky. I became a programmer (I mean, an expert in applied mathematics), but at the same time, even the law considers writing computer programs as a kind of literary creativity, giving authors (no matter texts or codes) equal discounts on taxation and entitling them to work regardless of the main work.

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  • December 19, 2015 9:46

    Now - on a complex of those questions on which there is not and can not be an unambiguous true answer. Just because the truth is concrete, and for each individual it is different. Of course, Julia was for me a very close and dear friend. Of course, I received powerful impulses of pleasure from intercourse and sex with her, which I would not refuse from my own free will and initiative. But - putting her interests above her own, grudgingly and gritting her teeth, agreed with her arguments so that she could gain personal happiness. To know that she turned up scumbag, of course, would not have agreed. But alas, clairvoyance is not my fad.

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  • December 19, 2015 9:52

    Why do I need story stories? Which can not by and large be considered a great literature. Which should be hidden from the closest related and official environment. But which, in a moment of sadness or fun, pulls reread. After all, they personally come to life with those with whom I was close infinitely, In them - my life (albeit not all, but quite a significant part of it), my wealth and my self-realization as a man, friend, person.

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  • December 19, 2015 21:20

    Oh, oh, here is a straightforward philosophical debate. To be or not to be, that is the question. He stands not only in front of the princes - in front of everyone. It sounds inside everyone in different ways, and everyone gives the answer to the best of his understanding, upbringing, depravity and a lot more.The only thing to remember is that the time will come when you lie weak and weak-willed and on the threshold of another world you will again and again scroll through your life movie, judge yourself strictly and uncompromisingly for what you did and what you could have done .

    Do not crush everything that was
    Do not izgad everything that lived.
    If the heart is not cold,
    Remember everyone you loved.

    Do not betray the family so important
    How so, betray yours?
    If you took a wife once,
    Do not turn back the time.

    But what about life is different
    The one that the case presented?
    Run away, burning with shame
    Or still ... here's the question.

    If the spirit craves rebellious
    Adventure and intrigue,
    Looking for meetings simple and gentle,
    Feelings that I did not comprehend

    How can you refuse
    And betray yourself already?
    Do I need a lot for happiness?
    Believe in life, loving her!

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  • December 20, 2015 9:57

    Poets have joined philosophers?)))
    Welcome and thank you for the spiritual poems, Eugene 3!

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  • December 20, 2015 10:34

    You will not believe, I read this story very unusual: yesterday I started reading late, read two pages, and left the rest for today. And in this remained such a drama of life that it is time to go for a towel and wipe my eyes. Here you have outdone yourself.
    Your Julia in favorites.

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  • December 20, 2015 15:26

    You are right about the life drama, Eugene 3!
    On the one hand, nothing unusual. Well, he promised another scoundrel to another naive girl to marry her, seduced, reviled and abandoned. The plot, occurring in world literature for a long time and more than often. In the literature, by the way, such dramas also often turned into tragedies (praise to the creator that Yulia turned out to be strong in spirit).
    And on the other hand, when this happens, count on your eyes, at arm's length, figuratively speaking, events become particularly acute and imprinted in the very depths of human perception.

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  • December 25, 2015 19:28

    Thanks for the story. I read in one breath and tried to extend these minutes. I liked that here the freedom of relations ... not who is not who should not and should not be obliged ... everything is so pure and sincere ... without lies and deception between partners and everything was decided mutually and with the consent of both parties ... And how Eugene3 said about the towel and I, could not do without a handkerchief ... In the end, I could not hold back tears and roared with a sob. Spread the full moisture near the laptop ... Hooked the story specifically ... I put a solid 10 ... Thanks again to the author ..

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  • December 26, 2015 6:58

    Thank you, dear Xu-sha! Such reviews are the best reward for the author and the best stimulator of his creativity!

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