I didn’t even write about this girl in the near future. There was no surprise in sex with her, no pale, a fiasco, a funny or unpleasant situation, no information that would retroactively put everything that happened in a completely different light. But life sometimes throws such a caper, just hold on ...

Unexpected call

Not early in the morning of that Sunday, which was after Saturday, I sit quietly, I don’t touch anyone, “I’m repairing the stove,” a bell suddenly rings on my mobile. By the number you can see that they are calling from a landline, but not Emsk or Ensk, but another district of our region. I have friends and business acquaintances there, so for now the fact of the call doesn’t foretell anything special. Pick up the phone.

- Hello! They talk to you from the interior department of such a district, lieutenant of a mile ... that is, the police, Takoytov. Are you DD?
- Yes.
- Do you know this ... (the most common name and surname are called, let the name be Ira, the name, naturally, I will not speak)?

Do I know Ira?

I have a dozen different acquaintances with the name Ira, I also know at least three people with a name, but I don't just know this name, I know her very well. And with superluminal speed in my thoughts the picture of our initial acquaintance, meeting, rapprochement and subsequent relations is clearly recreated ...

I met her two years ago, on a dating site. She almost did not write any information about herself, there was no photo, but the age was 15 years younger than me and the place of residence was Ems, where I am often on official and personal matters. And the most important thing was that having written “hello”, I received a reply “hello”, which did not happen very often. Say, DD is such a disgusting person that they don’t want to say hello to him? Everything is much simpler and more thoughtful - the information in my then questionnaire read something like the following: “don’t answer me anything, I don’t even need a reciprocal“ hello ”if you don’t have intimate intentions.”

Ira answered. But if someone thinks that my second remark is “well, then let's have sex soon,” then he is mistaken. It just starts talking, talking, recognizing a person, his interests, his views on the world, environment and himself, in general, mental defloration typical for DD.

Our real meeting took place approximately one and a half or two months from the moment of virtual acquaintance, but in order not to constantly jump from one to another and back, I will now state everything that I learned about it before the meeting, during the meeting and already after it, during continue communication on the Internet.

Works in Emsk, and in two places. One place of work - a schedule a day after two at the gas station; the other is a waitress in a cafe, when there is an influx there and there is a need for it and she is not at her first job, they call and call, or they inform her in advance. No need to wrinkle noses, refined aesthetics! Life circumstances are different, and people, including women who have the right to love, sex and happiness no less than others, also work in the lowest positions of pistol workers and kitchen workers.

And what should she do if she lives alone with an elderly person, I would even say to my old mother (Ira 26, and my mother is more than 40 years older)? And although they live in a village quite close to Emsku, in a private house with a plot of land, my mother no longer has the strength to keep cattle and work on the plot, and Ira herself prefers to work, if not prestigious, but still at least occasionally. from home, people to see and show yourself.

I know that it is considered not comical to put forth all misfortunes and illnesses that cause pity for the heroes of the stories.But you cannot throw out the words from the song, and who wants to really see the image of this girl, imagine her hard life and a lot of problems, appreciate the efforts she gets to her infrequent pleasures and rare joys, let them not be forced to learn about the troubles that unfairly often fell out to her share.

Alone with an old mom? Why one and dad? Dad died a long time ago when she was 2-3 years old, she doesn't even remember him, only from photographs.

Why did her mother suddenly decide to give birth in 40 years? Because her elder sister, also with the name Ira, died in an accident, and the parents decided not to lose her mind from grief, from the death of her only 17-year-old daughter, a clever and beautiful woman, to have another baby, and Ira was born.

But if the elder Ira was a good girl and a beauty, and their house was entirely in her photographs and letters received at various competitions and competitions, the younger Ira, from the point of view of her mother, was an unsuccessful child. She didn’t shine with beauty even in her childhood, she finished the 9th class barely, she studied at a school as a pastry chef, but she didn’t work in her specialty. She was at home submissive and inert, and silently demolished all the reproaches of a rather imperious mother, who sometimes stabbed her for any trifle, then wept and complained about the fate that took her good daughter, and in return gave a bad one.

Her dad died too early to change the fate of the younger Ira with his male presence and fatherly influence ...

A local route passes through the village in which Ira lived, and often minibuses and buses carrying passengers from Emsk and Ems pass through it. The village is quite large, the school was on the other end, and the benefit of the drivers from the children did not demand to pay the fare, she sometimes went home after the school on the bus, looking at the strangers sitting and thinking what their own life, family favorite and unloved children.

And what happened to her is what they are now shouting at all corners, warning victims and punishing them at the slightest suspicion. For some reason, poor fellows, 19-year-old boys who fuck girls a month before the 16th birthday, come across as the millstones of justice. And not real maniac pedophiles.

An adult man called a 12-year-old girl on the bus, sat next to him, spoke kindly, promised sweets and ice cream, and she awoke from “hypnosis”, already leaving her apartment in Emsk, holding several notes in her fist, tossing with her thoughts between now she will buy herself at a nearby stall, when will the passing bus go to their village, and will she have time to wash her panties before her mother comes home from work? About the aching pain between her legs, she tried not to think, because he said that it should be, you are still a girl, but they all go through it when you grow up, you will be a girl, you will like it, and you yourself will want guys to be with you so did.

You can laugh, and you can cry! But when Ira after some time became a girl (the first menstrual periods started and ended), she got on the bus of the same route near the school, did not get out near her house, but reached Emsk and knocked on the same apartment with the same monster.

Freak was happy, though not much. Apparently, his mania was precisely the defloration of little girls, and not the permanent estate of a minor lover. He gave her money for sweets, but he said he was going to leave and did not know when he would return. But Ira herself already knew that she wouldn’t come to him anymore, that she was a very unhappy person: her father died, her mother doesn’t love her, her older sister looks at her from heaven and is upset about her helplessness, her classmates are avoiding and mocking, and now even the man at the first meeting so charming and cheerful, today he made her understand that she would not come again. The pain between the legs will disappear, they do not die of it, she’s already an adult girl (or a girl? Or, is a woman funny?), She understands so much, but why does the soul also hurt?

With great doubt, at the age of 18-19, Ira decided on her first sex after coming of age. I was afraid of pain, I was afraid of ridicule, I was afraid of publicity.No, the body no longer hurt (and even the soul somehow became accustomed to being in an indifferent dismissal from everything), no one recognized, no one became interested. No one in FIG needed it, that there is such a girl Ira, albeit indifferent, if not with a higher education, even if she does not have an idea about the masterpieces of human genius in the field of music, literature, painting, but kind and good, trustful and faithful, undemanding and modest. Neither this guy nor the couple of others for the next five or six years became interested in the regular continuation of relations.

I tried with rare intimate encounters to do with a blowjob. She felt pleasant excitement just the same as during the vaginal act. The male orgasm was given easier and was visible evidence of her skills, and not his puffing on her. And about the fact that even the most to get an orgasm during sex with a man, Ira did not even dream, considering it an ordinary dirty trick of fate-villains.

Then Love penetrated into her life with a blinding ray. Exactly, with a capital letter. He was so beautiful and imposing, he was so cool and businesslike. He was the owner of the very gas station (and several others), he could punish and pardon, he could award and fine, he became for her the ideal of a man and the limit of all kinds of desires.

And then she even had Happiness. 10, or 15, or even as much as 20 minutes. How much time is needed for the petty bourgeoisie, having taken a dull contingent with a dull and drunken look, pulled out the one in whose eyes it was not servility, but delight, as if seeing the eighth wonder of the world? He called her into the office of the local director, without kissing her lips, pawed at her boobs, put her on her knees, put her in her mouth, put her on cancer, fucked her with lowered but not removed jeans, unwrapped her again and let it go.

She melted from the love for him, for herself and for the whole world. She did not dare to imagine himself as his wife, but she very vividly imagined herself, sitting in the driver’s right hand, in his well-known cool jeep staff, drove up to her gas station, and quite a little lowering the window, stretched a large bill to a nasty changemaker, saying: "Full tank! Keep the change! And hurry, we have no time! ”.

Then the happiness ended. When her next shift coincided with another round of the host, she went to the director's office at her own risk. She timidly knocked and entered. Raising his cold indifferent eyes on Ira, the owner calmly (didn’t he recognize, was he so drunk that he didn’t remember?) Asked:
- Who do you want?

No, I remembered. Because when I apologized, closed the door behind me, I heard him mumble through clenched teeth: “Well, ugly! Well, it was necessary to gain so ... "

And Love remained, because you cannot command the heart, because love is evil - you will love a goat, because you can endure - love, well, a lot of all sorts of nonsense and nonsense, invented by peoples and individuals, to explain this fundamentally inexplicable phenomenon .. .