“Kostya, you are getting really crazy about something,” Zoya made a remark to her son, “go for a walk, and Rita and I need to chat about ours, about the girl's ...”

Kostya fled deep into the island along the path. I looked at Zoe inquiringly.

- Can I ask you one delicate question? - Zoya started the conversation. I nodded.

- It seems to me that you are still a girl. This is true?

I was embarrassed: “Well, it depends on what sense ...” And, after a pause, she clarified: “I had two fans whom I allowed to kiss myself. Everywhere. And she kissed them too. ”

- In fact, all girls must first go through exactly this kind of relationship. But not all guys are willing to be patient enough for this. So what are you doing, that you have found for yourself as many as two such guys. Have you been with both of them at the same time?

I just flushed with a flush: “Well, what are you. Of course not. These two lovers were with me at different times and even both were called to marry. So I caressed each of them separately. ”

“You now have the expression on your face, as if you wanted to add:“ Unfortunately, separately, ”Zoe said slyly. I lowered my head. After all, I did sometimes dream at night in bed, that those guys caress me together, and this very much turned me on, helping me to relax.

“Forgive me if I was indelicate,” Zoe apologized.

- Well, what are you. Everything is in order, - I answered, as if summing up the line under the theme.

We lay down on the sand facing the sea, watching the endless game of the surf. I listened to the rhythm of the waves and caught myself thinking that I was still a little worried about the unexpected question of Zoya and my answers. Wave like these waves, sent by the shore to the gentle sea. I was a wave-receiving shore, and Zoe was a gentle sea.

- Did you love them? - interrupted our silence Zoe.

- How to tell you not to lie to yourself? - I thought out loud to the beat of the waves, measuring out each new wave a new phrase:

- Talking about my insane passion for them just does not have to ...

- In any case, I did not want a family with any of them ...

- And they were totally in love with me ...

- I was the queen for them ...

- And I liked that they are my such obedient subjects, ready for anything for my sake ...

- I did not feel them as peers ...

- Because, loyally elevating me above themselves, they unwittingly put themselves below ...

- Below that level of relationship that I would like with the guy with whom I want to connect my whole life ...

- Yes, it happens. And this is not the worst deal for a young lady, ”said Zoe and an unexpectedly strong wave, suddenly almost reached us, as if she had confirmed her words.

A pair of gulls flew over us. Watching her, Zoe rolled onto her back and spread her arms wide. I followed her lead. We lay and looked into the boundless sky above us.

- Do you see that cloud? - Zoe showed her hand, - in my opinion, it looks like your ass. The same cozy and soft ...

- Oh you, mischievous ... The cloud is like a cloud. And ass like ass. Everything is in its place, - I laughed, but on behalf of my butt you thank you very much,

Reaching for Zoe, I smacked her to the cheek. I do not know what would have happened with Zoya and me further, but Dad and Kostya seemed very inappropriate on the shore.

Looking at slowly approaching and talking about something between our men, Zoe asked me: "And those guys were your peers?"

- Yes, one was a classmate, and the second - from my course. I only then understood my attitude towards them. When she broke up with them. And then I just lived with pleasant feelings from their care for me. I am very grateful to them for their romantic love.Although, in general, it turns out that I just used them. It must have been cruel of me. In general, I am cruel and insidious. Although so eager to be always white and fluffy.

“Don't blame yourself for that.” Do not live in the past. Live here and now. And put a little bit of the future in this “now” that you want to bring closer to yourself. This is the wisdom of life. Do you know why you still met a guy to whom you would like to give yourself all without a trace and without a backward glance?

- Why?

- You have a very high standard of requirements. Because you involuntarily compare your friends guys with your dad. And your dad is just wonderful. To a guy to be at his level in your eyes ... Such guys are very rare. You could say rarities among your generation. I understand you, because I went through it myself. I also have a wonderful dad and because of this, in my youth I was super demanding of my fans.

- And now I have a wonderful husband?

- And you, probably, will see and estimate it. Maybe even tomorrow. I need, by the way, to call him about tomorrow.

Zoe began to get a cell phone. In order not to interfere with their conversation, I got up from the sand and went to meet our men. Interrupting the conversation with Kostya, dad thoughtfully half-hugged me: “Is everything all right, baby? Did you and Zoya miss you without us? ”

- Everything is fine. Well, how did you look at the whole island?

- Yes. True, I almost scared on the other side of the ladies-sightseers with his naked look.

- They probably decided that you were a wild aboriginal-excursionist and squealed on the whole island?

- Well no. Until such passions it came. Yes, they did not see me all. I chastely did not leave because of the bushes.

We approached Zoe. She just finished the conversation on the mobile phone and said to Kostya: “Dad will not be able to come here with us tomorrow. He promised Uncle Volodya to help with the repair of the car. And then the Day of Ivan Kupala on the nose, and Uncle Volodya without a car. ”

- And when is Ivan Kupala's Day? - Dad asked.

“The day after tomorrow, July 7th,” Zoe replied to him and for some reason looked thoughtfully at me.

“I only heard about girls jumping over fires and searching for flowers of the fern,” I entered into the conversation.

“No matter what the city is, it's your temper, no matter what the village is, it's your belief,” Zoya smiled, “customs differ somewhat in different places. But the Night on Ivan Kupala in their rituals is always more important than the Day of Ivan Kupala. This night is the time of the sacrament.

- How interesting! Tell me more?

- Maybe, but now. Anyway, for you is not the time. The sacraments are not a joke. Sacraments these days are best taken seriously.

- And what does Uncle Volody's car have to do with the Day of Ivan Kupala? - Dad asked.

- Volodya and his daughter Dasha will be the main heroes of the same rite. The ceremony itself will be held on the night of July 7 in a secluded place outside the city so that there are no prying eyes. There will be about thirty people. We all go there in our cars. Volodya's car breakdown is completely inappropriate - so it’s time to fix it.

- Can we attend this rite?

- I do not know. I don't know yet. There will be a day - and there will be food. Tomorrow. There is still time before Ivan Kupala. Wait and see. Vanity of vanities here is absolutely useless.

- Sounds extremely intriguing. Well, okay, we will moderate our curiosity with Rita and wait, - the dad answered for both of us.

I took Kostya by the hand and offered him a swim. We ran into the water and started fooling around, splashing each other with blows on the water of a bent palm. Then they plopped down in the shallow water and I began to learn from Kostya: “Will you yourself be at this ceremony on the Night of Ivan Kupala?”

“A curious Barbara in the bazaar's nose was torn off,” he tried to evade the answer.

I began to stroke his ass and then tickle. He could not stand it for long:

- I will, but in a slightly different place. Not with parents, but with young people. Adults have their own Night on Ivan Kupala, and we have our own. We leave together, and there we diverge.

- How old is Dasha?

- Eighteen is fulfilled.

“Then she should be with young people, not adults.” Or I do not understand something?

- The sacrament is a mystery. I understand that ...