As I said, after what I saw, I only managed to fall asleep around five in the morning. Still would! Sheets and a thin blanket were literally saturated with the smell of sex. Mostly the blanket was even wet from the female secretions. To the familiar smell of Vali’s pussy, Valentina’s slightly sweetish and musky scent mixed in. Nevertheless, drunk brandy and fatigue did their job, and in the morning I fell asleep. And I woke up exactly two hours later, because there is no better alarm clock in the world than the bladder. He worked right on schedule. Trying not to wake Valya, I slid off the couch and went to the toilet. Valentina was lying on an unfolded armchair, with her face buried in a pillow and covered to the waist with a sheet. Returning from the toilet, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there were some changes in her disposition. She was still lying on her stomach, only bent one leg, which caused the sheet to ride up with her shirt, opening for viewing the edges of her white priests. She did not have time or did not want to wear her panties and slept without them. I hesitated for a second, but then lust took over.

I quietly went to the chair and squatted down. A magical view opened before me: my guess about the fact that she was shaving pubic hair turned out to be true (at that time it was not as common as now). Neat little plump labia covered the entrance to the vagina. They looked a little wet in appearance. The dark hole of the anus surprisingly looked quite tiny and resembled an asterisk sprawling its rays. She stood out sharply on Valentina's snow-white pope. From her pussy came the same musky smell, which did not let me fall asleep until the morning. With great difficulty, I overcame my desire to touch her pink lips. Pulling the edge of the sheets, I covered her ass Valentina and went to the side of his Vale. Immediately I could not fall asleep, of course. Only this time, it was not the erotic pictures that flashed before my eyes that were to blame, but thoughts about how to act. The hops have almost disappeared, and I perceived what had happened soberly. Surprisingly, I did not feel any jealousy towards Vale and did not think that she had cheated on me. This, let it be known to you, is characteristic of many men.

They do not perceive a woman who has sex with their friends as a competitor. I suspect that this is due to the fact that women do not have a member as such (we are not talking about trances and the like), which in the eyes of a man at the subconscious level makes her inferior and uncompetitive. How wrong are the men! I understood this with my mind, but I felt about the same feelings, being in the darkness of all-male delusion. At that time, I was worried about two main questions from which, I will not deny, several sub-questions flowed. So, firstly, can what happened between Valya and Valentina have any continuation? From this question flowed not just a sub-question, but a sub-question — can I somehow be drawn into this sequel? Secondly, should I tell Vale that I saw something tonight? And if it is, then how best to do it? To admit that I have been spying on them almost all the time? Or to pretend that I believe that I just had such a strange dream?

Having not found an answer to any question, I dozed off. I woke up because Valya, climbing over me, accidentally poked me with my knee in the side. Kissing me on the cheek as an apology and doused with a faint odor of fume, she hobbled into the kitchen. Valentina was not in the room.The chair had already been assembled, and bed linen lay on it in a neat stack. Judging by the sounds coming from the bath, she was there. When she appeared in the kitchen about five minutes later, she couldn’t have guessed from her fresh face that the day before she had drunk a bottle of dry wine with the consequences that you already knew. She was in the same nightie in which she slept, but a light beige silk robe was worn over her. Valya put a cup of coffee in front of her, while I specifically followed this, she looked away not to meet with Valentina's eyes. With my yesterday's “awakening,” I deprived them of the opportunity to discuss what had happened between them and, apparently, this worried Val.

I'll go wash my teeth and brush my teeth, ”I said, rising to give them that chance.

In the bathroom, I did not turn on the water and even left the door ajar, but my friends spoke very quietly, and only incomprehensible muttering came to me. I quickly rinsed my face and brushed my teeth a couple of times, I hurried back to the kitchen. I managed to fly a fragment of the phrase turned to Vale.

Keep calm you. It's okay Nothing terrible happened, - Valentina said quietly, but convincingly.

What are you so terrible talking about? What happened here?

They clearly did not expect me to appear in the kitchen so quickly and for a few seconds lost their head. Valentine first came to her senses.

Why, Valya is worried that we are yesterday, how to say this ... - she paused, my heart began to beat feverishly, and Vali’s cheeks began to punch. - A little bit over with wine.

AND? - I asked with bated breath, waiting for the continuation.

Well, and got drunk as a result.

And then what? - I still did not lose hope.

Never mind. You just wake up with a heavy head, you feel frustrated, and Valya is also tormented by remorse that she allowed herself too much. So we do not drink every day. True, Alex?

Of course, - I realized that confessions would not follow, and decided to play along with her. - I also went over yesterday, and how! In the chair fell asleep sleep. I woke up and did not immediately understand where I was.

You see, Valya! No need to worry about it. Just think! What happened, happened! Alexey went over, he doesn’t remember how he fell asleep, he doesn’t remember how he woke up and does not suffer from it. Anything can happen. Throw these silly thoughts out of your head! - Valentina uttered her tirade, looking directly into Vale’s eyes and purposely slowly stretching the words, thereby giving them more convincing.

Here I give my head to the clipping, that he was not talking about the two bottles of wine they had drunk.

Whatever it was, but Valya really calmed down, did not hide her gaze, and soon she and Valentina chatted merrily about all sorts of nonsense. At the weekend, the three of us got to the center so that Valentine saw what had changed in Moscow during her absence, and then everyday work came. The girls behaved as if there was nothing between them, well, I wisely kept silence. The workers at the cottage at Valentina did not deceive and really managed to repair the heating in three days. So on Thursday it was, despite the weekday, it was decided to arrange her farewell. On the way home, I sketched dry wine and brandy, took a few bars of chocolate and a small cake. On the eve of Valya baked her crown meat pie, so the dinner turned out to be a success. Unlike last Friday evening, girlfriends behaved much more modest in terms of drinking, only occasionally making small sips from their glasses.

What I really did not invent, I just did not say toast, but all my efforts were in vain. In my heart I was hoping for a repetition of the Friday story and was even ready to be a simple spectator again, only all in vain. They were both in nightgowns and robes worn over them. Sometimes I involuntarily stared at Valentina's legs, which were open well above her knees, and the question arose in my head, did she put on her panties after a shower? The girls are drunk, but just a little bit.I just pretended to drain a glass after a glass, quietly pouring cognac into a coffee cup when the opportunity presented itself. The girls take turns, and sometimes together, dumped them into the kitchen, either for boiling water or for clean saucers. At some point, Valentine went there again ...