- Well, what are you lying like a idol ?! - exclaimed the girl, for a moment looking up from the face of a young man and licked his tongue on his lips.

She lay down on Seryozhka, clinging to the lower abdomen to his strained groin, moving her hips.

- You as you want, in front or behind? She whispered hotly, again covering the lips of the young man with her lips, sticking her tongue into the Starling's mouth.
“Well, at least hug me,” she pulled back for a moment, peering into the young man’s eyes.

Sergey lay still, feeling, perceiving and noting only the weight of the girl and some discomfort in the groin. Rolling off the body of her peer and kneeling beside him, Lyubka stretched out her hands to the belt of Seryozhkin's pants.

“Don't ...” Starling protested weakly, raising his knees and covering his groin with his palms.
- What are you, a fool or a patient? - exclaimed the girl, slapping on the hands of a young man.
- Hands off! - Vorobyov pulled the belt and unbuttoned the button, zignuv lightning.

Another moment, and the red risen member of Seryozhka was in the girl's hand, sandwiched between her fingers.

“If the patient is only in the head,” the girl chuckled, tugging at her palm, exposing the head of the penis.

Opening the mouth, the young man shivered finely and blinked.

“For now, just lie there,” uttered Lyubka, stooping and touching the head with the tongue.

Helping myself hand, tickled bridle, more tightly grabbed the penis, pressing his lips. She lowered her face below, slurred, squinting at Seryozhkino’s face. She broke off, moved her hands and again pressed her lips to the penis of her friend.

Rotating his eyes, afraid to look at Vorobyov, it is not clear why he was crawling in his groin, feeling the starling on his penis, Starling, suddenly felt a pulsation between his legs, a pleasant languor and weakness. The girl stopped pulling her head, let go of the young man’s dignity and straightened up.

“Yes, I didn’t expect this, to be honest, but oh well ...” Lyubka snapped, spitting on the grass, and got to her feet.
- You, instead of listening to your music - it would be better to learn this business, you got a little bit of a bit, it would be more and more useful, - she uttered, pulling up the pants under the skirt and straightening them between the buttocks.

Seryozhka lying on his back, looking into the darkening sky, with a wet fallen member, almost did not feel and thought.

Strange, because any guy from his group would be happy to do what Lyubka Vorobyova wanted from him, and he somehow does not want to. Maybe he is really some kind of wrong, strange and not like everyone else?

Having refueled and spitting, the girl squatted down next to the lying young man, picked a blade of grass.

“And yet you really are some kind of strange ... music lover,” the girl said condescendingly, biting off a piece of blade of grass and throwing the rest on Seryozhkin’s chest.

She got to her feet, turned and walked away, avoiding the acacia bushes ...

1979, autumn

Two years later, after returning from the army, Sergeant Skvortsov Sergey Alexandrovich had two unpleasant surprises.
The first - the elder sister returned to her father's house, and not alone, but with her roommate - with the very Vovka Strizhov. Vladimir did not get into the army because of his health, and he got into his sister's bed completely. Plus, due to the temporary absence of the young man, the couple occupied his room, reserving his place in the kitchen. Fortunately, for the time being it did not hit the frost, the parents most of the time lived in the country house, temporarily losing a large room to Sergei.

And the second, the most unpleasant - the record library disappeared. All.

* * *

- Tanya! Where are my records ?! - Sergey exclaimed, once early in the morning without knocking he broke into her sister's room, already in her sister's room.

Broke and was stunned.Tanya, completely naked, was on a crumpled bed, on her knees and elbows, and Strizhov, also naked, was bent on the floor, with the member sticking out between her legs, fingers spreading the girls buttocks to the sides.

For a moment, Starling saw all the same red and black between girl's legs and grudy, hanging down to a crumpled sheet. The couple turned their heads at the newcomer, opening his mouth in amazement.

- Durikov! Fuck you out of here! - shrieked Vovka, jumping up to Seryozhka, and with all his strength hit him on the forehead with his hand.

He pushed the guest out of the door by clicking the latch.

- Tanya! Where are my records ?! - Sergey cried with tears in his voice, knocking his fist on the closed door.
- You have all pulled up your fucking music. No, I threw them out! Got it ?! - Tatyana shouted evil through the door.
- Tanya, do you want me to break his back? - I heard a voice Strizha.
- Oh, let him, Volodya, go better to me ...

- Ah ... Yes, come on ... Oh ... - a second later, Sergey heard Tankins sighing, with wet eyes standing near the locked door, rubbing a buzzing head with his hand ...

1980 winter

Sergey got a job at the factory. Life began to improve - Vovka’s parents bought an apartment for the young, as a result of which, the couple vacated their living space, retreating back home. Soon Skvortsov found out the terrible truth: while he honestly and conscientiously repaid his motherland, Tanka squandered his entire musical collection, giving one part to his numerous hahals and simply selling the second. After that, Seryozhka did not talk to her sister for a year and did not want to see her ...

But now he could fully devote himself to his beloved work. Having bought a good import “turntable” from the first payday, the young man soon, spending almost all the money earned, restored his collection, moreover, everything on the plates, it was better and better than the reels. They say they’ll have enough time to ask questions from their colleagues and acquaintances, when they’ll find a woman, just wave it off, joking aside, have not had enough time yet. Meanwhile, the collection of records grew, gradually filling with him all the shelves in the room of a young man, in the room of a music lover ...

One year later

“Seryozh, you would have met a girl already, your sister won a child already,” the mother said, cutting bread, and beginning this uncomfortable and delicate conversation for her son.
- Mom, well enough already! I'll meet you, - Sergey answered irritably, pushing a piece of sandwich in himself.
“Son, you just don’t be angry ... I invited Claudia Zakharovna to us tonight, well, you remember her, she and her daughter will come, with Sveta,” the woman cautiously continued, going to the sink.
“Just communicate with her, well, at least listen to the music, show her your records,” she added hastily under Skvortsov’s sizzling gaze.
“Mom ... well, okay,” Starling mumbled with a full mouth, sipping from a mug ...

In the evening, after work, Sergei reluctantly went home, mentally preparing himself for the evening ordeals. I hardly survived dinner, without raising my eyes from the plate, sitting opposite Sveta, listening to my mother's endless chatter.

However, once he still looked up, glancing at the girl. Sveta, like him, did not raise her eyes in embarrassment, carefully holding her fork, now and then adjusting a lock of disobedient blond hair. She shyly smiled, sometimes inserted replicas, and again picked the fork in the plate. Sergey considered the girl better. The very thin, thin face, pure white skin, bright eyes. When the dinner was over, thanking his mother, Skvortsov rose from his chair.

Having once again looked at Sveta, noting her timidity and shyness, the young man felt more significant, more courageous. Perhaps, here she is, his girlfriend, herself found?

- Light, do you want to see my records? - Sergey said, feeling like a new person.

* * *

They sat on the couch in the music lover's room. Nearly touching their shoulders to each other, going over Seryozhkin artifacts.

“Well, this is my favorite,“ Rainbow ”, there is that dude from Deep Pimpl ... - Skvortsov spoke enthusiastically, lovingly stroking the cardboard envelope of the record.

And he stopped short, looking at the Light, as if seeing her for the first time, in general ... Read more →