Characters

Nastya - future godfather Peter

Oleg is Nastya's friend, her last favorite

Yuri - Nastya's old friend

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Fortune has the property to end its action before the alcohol from the deodorant evaporates. It happened with Nastya, who just started playing and did not understand what was happening. Awareness of the act comes only when everything ends.

As usual, having drunk enough light dope from the bottle, Nastya began to laugh. She had fun, because Yury and Oleg were next, who in the future could become a distant relative. In the present tense, Oleg was Nastya's neighbor and friend.

Looking around, Nastya realized that she was at home with Yuri. She was not able to get scared. I only had enough strength to gain impudence and ask Yuri to give him a bed with Oleg because he wanted sex and to drink intoxicating liquid.

With Yuri Nastya already could not be, because its size did not meet the standard of entry. She did not understand why Yuri had a small and thin member, and to understand why he did not stand up - she had no time. Nastya wasted no time in deciding to try to find out how things were going with Oleg.

Yuri did not even lay down the sheet. He looked with disgust at Nastya and at her drunken movements bordering on absurdity. Oleg trudged into the bedroom, where he lay down on the bed and waited for an erotic session ...

Nastya stayed in the big room, at the table with Yuri. She began to ask him not to be offended by her deed. In response, Yuri strained through clenched teeth so that she went to the bedroom and did not come across to him more ...

The creaking of the bed and the rattle with sighs strained. Yury in an angry voice asked the guests to be quieter and turn up the volume on the TV. This cooled the heat a little, but for a long time there was not enough patience - after half an hour loud groans and cries were heard from the bedroom.

After some time, Oleg left the room and, without looking into Yuri’s eyes, moved to the exit. Yuri went into the room and turned on the light. On the bed, casually wrapped in a blanket, sat a drunken and disheveled creature.

Nastya asked Yuri to turn away so that she could get dressed. Yuriy called Nastya a fucking fool, and added, laughing in her face, that she was not in herself, because he had already seen her naked. The second time it will not make the weather, and there is nothing to look at ...

After sitting for 5 minutes in complete surprise - Nastya clumsily covering herself with a blanket, got up, turned her back on Yuri and began to dress. She was very stormy, Nastya fell several times, but got dressed quickly. The pants were turned inside out, but she could not fasten her bra. She was afraid to ask for help from Yuri because he was angry - he was sitting on a chair and was silent.

Guilty hiding her eyes to the floor, Nastya knelt and began to ask for forgiveness. Yury did not ask for this, he only asked Nastya to leave as soon as possible and never to appear on his eyes again. He barely restrained himself not to hit Nastya in the face with his fist, promising to beat her to the blood, if he saw her close to her home.

Nastya was frightened and swore that he would never see her again in her life, and that she would remember only the good things about him. There was nothing to regret, there was nothing to cry - the spirits evaporated quickly. Nastya went to the door to put on shoes, muttering endlessly and asking about something. Then she asked Yuri for money for the journey ... Yuri did not care anymore - he grabbed future godfather Peter by the collar and dragged ...

Yuri told Nastya that she was finished scum and that he will always now consider her below himself for such an act. Nastya did not understand anything, she was on the porch. The door was closed, there was no going back. The world she saw the opposite - upside down ... And then a shoe flew past, which hit the asphalt with a bang. Nastya got up, put a black shoe on her left leg and went to a stop ...

My head was noisy, she did not understand anything ... I also really wanted to eat and drink in the village house, but it was impossible. It was morning, Nastya was walking towards the sunrise, people were walking by and very few people paid attention to the half-drunk young girl. Everyone had their own problems, someone hurried to work, someone to the store, and drunk Nastya was walking home on foot. She had no money, and the way was not far short ...