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approached Gillian and asked what it was. Gillian himself only smiled at this childish naivete of a mature-looking woman. And the strange thing is, the more he looked at her and was with her, the more he liked her. Yes, she has a gorgeous body, yes, she is a beauty with a model appearance, but if you compare her with previous girls, this one is very different from them. She was not like that. More gentle, sublime something. And her contemptuous response to Gillian's proposal to have sex in the fitting room of women's underwear! Glance ice floes as if pierced through a man. And for Gillian something inside turned upside down, as if insight had descended upon him. Here, with this woman, he wants to not only meet the New Year, but everyone else too.

“Will I disappear too?” - asked the beauty when they returned home.

Gillian tried with all his might not to think about this question, but still his thoughts returned to him. The harsh reality said that sooner or later it will return everything to its place. But how he does not want this to happen!

- I dont know. Let's not be about that.

- Okay. And tell me, they all engaged with you ... uh, well, how to say it ...

The beauty blushed deeply and was silent. Gillian caught a glimpse of her, and noted that she was very flush. She looks so childish and at the same time damn attractive!

- love? - prompted the man.

- Not. It seems to me that people make love if they love each other. How can you fall in love with a person in a couple of hours and right there he will ... get out?

Just amazing! Yes, she is a philosopher! Not a girl, but a dream.

- I understood you. No, not all. I did not have time with January, and could not with the July. That turned out to be inappropriate days.

- How is it - unsuitable? - asked the girl.

“Woo-woo,” thought Gillian, stopping at the traffic lights. - “Child, honest word. Although not. With a child is easier. He looks like a child, but an adult female child is another matter. ”

- Well, you know, women sometimes have processes in the body once a month, because of which she cannot engage in sex. With July it happened.

- And what did you do with it?

Insolent and provocative question, noted for himself Gillian. But for some reason he was pleased to answer her questions. Is this how charisma works? Some charisma?

- I told her about myself, about my work, my childhood. In general, we chatted with her.

“I see,” the girl nodded and asked a steeper question. “Do you really like me, or did you just want to be with me in the store?”

Accidentally pressing the brake, Gillian nearly created an accident. Fortunately, the car following them went quite slowly, and the driver managed to react in time. There was a strong and angry whistle. Recovering himself, Gillian moved forward again, but the sharp jump of adrenaline made itself felt. My hands were shaking, my heart was trying to jump out of my chest, my eyesight could not focus on a specific object.

- Damn, well, you have questions! We almost got into an accident because of you.

- Because of me? - the girl was amazed. “You wanted to have sex with me in the store!”

- Yes! Wanted! And now I want! Because you are beautiful. Damn beautiful and sexy. But now I not only want this. I want you to stay. Forever, understand? Yes, you don't understand a damn thing, - the driver exclaimed in hearts, banging his fist on the steering wheel, as a result of which the car signaled.

For some time they rode in silence. Suddenly the girl put her hand on the man’s hand and said with a touch of grief:

“Do you really want me to stay?”

Gillian shrugged and gulped convulsively.

- True. But I do not know how. What you need to do so that you do not disappear, like everyone else. You see, you're kind of special. I ... I feel good with you.

“And to me,” the girl removed her hand and turned away.

A tear rolled down her face.

***

These eleven and a few hours went by like eleven minutes.They chose a pine tree at the point of sale closest to the house, they threw snowballs at their feet, stabbed all the hands while they shoved it into the trunk of the car, and then when they pulled it out. Together, they decorated them with festive toys, decorated almost the whole house, and prepared snacks for the New Year's table, trying not to look at the hands of the clocks, inexorably bringing them closer to parting.

“I have a feeling that I have known you all my life,” the beautiful woman shared with Gillian, standing in the same men's shirt at the stove.

Her loose hair fell on her shoulders and shimmered with soft chestnut sheen in the dim lighting of the kitchen.

“This is something that clothes will not hide, so this is an ideal figure,” Gillian thought casually. - "She is a deity that descended from the usual male calendar."

The calendar. The idea flashed so lightning that it did not have time to imprint at least a little in memory.

- You said that the neighbors on the right bought some special fireworks.

- Yeah. We tested together. Well, in a sense, already seen them. Just a great sight! Here you see.

Gillian sighed heavily.

- Wait! Here it is!

Turning to the exclamation, the girl looked at the excited Gillian. The thought was formed, and it was necessary to urgently implement. What if...

- Where are you going? Gill?

But Gillian was already halfway to the goal. Having flown into his office, he grabbed the hanging unfortunate calendar, and rushed to the fireplace.

“I hope it works,” the man said, and threw glossy posters with photos of the models into the fire.

The flames immediately picked up the paper, and slowly began to destroy. The girl approached the standing Gillian, and hugged him from the back, leaning against him with his whole body. And he continued to watch as the calendar, which had drastically changed his life, turned into a pile of ashes. Suddenly he felt cold. And it came from the body, defenseless and tremulous. From the body that pressed against him from behind. Gillian instantly turned around.

- Are you cold? The man asked with despair in his voice, gazing intently into the girl’s bright blue eyes.

She nodded.

- It suddenly became cold.

- Heck! Heck! Heck! - From annoyance Gillian grabbed his head. - Not! Just do not go away! I beg!

Gillian grabbed the stranger with both hands and ... wept.

“Don't cry,” he heard her velvety voice. - We are not destined to be together. We met by chance. It just happened. And the calendar is just a set of bright paper. It is unfortunately not magical.

Pulling away from the girl, Gillian rubbed tears in his face, and literally shouting, said:

- Tell me! Remember something! Something special! From childhood! Only I beg - faster! Such that only you know!

The beauty looked thoughtfully at the flames in the fireplace and remembered. She strained with all her strength, but could not remember anything. The minute hand approached the mark "57". And suddenly something inside clicked.

- My father was a car mechanic and kept his car repair shop. But besides this, he was fond of astronomy. One evening, we sat with the two of us on the lakeside near our house, and he then, showing me the starry sky, said: “Look, Brie, the star is falling.” But you do not make a wish. May you not be associated with this falling star. I'll make a wish for you. And let your star, Bree, never fall, but will soar higher and higher. I was fourteen. Three years later, I became a model.

Gillian leaned over and kissed the girl on the lips. And she answered him. But what these lips were ice!

The minute hand lay on top of the hour, and the second, having counted out fifty-ninth, closed with them. The first volley of that most grandiose and fantastic firework was heard. The girl disappeared, never seeing the New Year's salute, leaving Gillian goodbye an empty shirt.

***

The shooting took place on one of the skyscrapers of Abu Dhabi.

“Ma'am, then a man towards you is pushing hard towards you.” He says that he has very important information for you, which he will say only to you personally.

Bright blue eyes looked at the assistant.

- Who is he? Journalist? - asked velvet voice.

- Not. He introduced himself as a director of a Swiss bank.

- And what is the name of this director? - in the girl's voice was read undisguised contempt.

- Some Gillian Leintsmar.

“I never heard of him,” the beauty replied, thinking. “Okay, Frankie, I'll talk to him.”

After a few minutes.

Gillian beamed. Before him stood the same beauty with the same bright blue eyes and brown hair and the same perfect figure. She stood and looked at him with the same look as she looked at him in the living room of his house when she was naked. True, now she was wearing this stupid orange dress! But it could not hide these thin bends of her body.

- And what makes you think that we are ... How did you say there?

- We lived together the most magnificent day in my life.

- Exactly. I don’t remember that I even knew you, not to mention ...

- Your dad is a car mechanic, and he has his own car repair shop. However, he was fond of astronomy besides cars. One evening, you sat with him on the lake near your house, and he then, showing you the starry sky, said: “Look, Brie, the star is falling.” But you do not make a wish. May you not be associated with this falling star. I'll make a wish for you. And let your star, Bree, never fall, but will soar higher and higher. You were fourteen. Three years later you became a model.

Gillian suddenly leaned over and kissed the girl on the lips. And a miracle happened. In the girl’s head, lightning flashed like a lightning bolt, teleporting her mind to distant and snowy Switzerland. She seemed to be in another place, continuing on the roof of a skyscraper in Abu Dhabi. And she, standing on the roof, suddenly lived that day in one second.

His lips, painted with bright scarlet lipstick, continued to respond to the kiss. But what those hot lips were!

17 comments
  • December 31, 2016 11:00

    Happy New Year!

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  • December 31, 2016 11:22

    Thanks, getera)) Mutually. Come on, post it.

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  • December 31, 2016 12:48

    no, I am very upset with the results ... well, I hoped that at least one member of the jury would notice at least for something ... I don’t know how to write, not mine

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  • December 31, 2016 13:22

    No, getera, stop it. All you can do. Come on, lay out

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  • December 31, 2016 18:01

    Beautiful Christmas story, magic and love is attached :)
    Often such stories to read, and then in most of the census and good-bye: D
    10 out of 10

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  • December 31, 2016 6:09 PM

    Thanks to DenisM for the comment. It was a story on the New Year's contest. I did my best.

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  • January 3, 2017 2:42

    ARTISTS WALL CALENDARS

    It is even surprising that the author from such a pen has come out such a vulgar thing as the “Airbus of debauchery” showed to our attention a thing that deserves, if not admiration, then close attention.

    It should be noted that the “Twelve girls before the New Year” is a self-sufficient story both by itself and as an erotic tale about the Christmas dreams of a bank manager from the French-speaking canton of Switzerland. It seemed to be easier? The uncle lives in the euro-chalet, on the road to the mountain pass, well, stupefied by loneliness, well, distracted from work on the Christmas holidays, well, he went over absinthe looking at the calendar with naked girls ...

    In such visions, a young man, on the background of good nutrition, mountain air and prolonged abstinence, is not unusual. It was possible to put a rhetorical question: - And what our boy smoked? And all the intrigues of the plot end, the clinical picture is understandable and understandable.

    However, the work turned out much deeper. And as any uncommon work, it is strong, precisely by what the author kept silent about.
    Whoever wrote in comments, but the main character is not the 12 naked girls from the calendar, and not the boy Gillian, who uses the girls for the whole story for their intended purpose. The main character of the story is the intoxicating mountain air of Switzerland and the ancient legends of these places.

    I believe that the author himself does not realize how realistic and close to life is what he called fiction and presented to the reader in the form of a Christmas fairy tale. Let me clarify that there is a saying: “Who served in the army does not laugh in a circus,” I don’t know what it means, but if you contact the owner of a small hotel at the mountain pass, with information about what you saw on the pass naked, a bearded man in a bear's skin, the owner will laugh gaily and say that all this is nonsense and fantasy, and you all saw it from fatigue ... However, gently close all the bolts, and then he rises to his wife and tells that that man, about who was told by his father and grandfather, again walking on the pass.

    For me personally, the canton of Valais is the Roclett cheese, endless passes and tunnels, mountain serpentine, the monastery of Saint Bernard, the history of the Duchy of Svoysky, and the witch trials, but more on that later, but for now let's return to the Almazovsky character Gillian.

    It should be noted that the average European man, the author is drawn simply as a textbook. They are careful, disciplined, cowardly, and do not like to make decisions. He will stare at the erotic calendar with enthusiasm and dreams and present himself as a playboy on vacation, but to meet with the cashier at the supermarket or go to a nightclub and remove the girl he has neither determination, nor will, nor cleverness. Even if the girl who stayed at his home after the party gets naked before the goal, he will not guess in her life that she wants to tr, to gasp, he will decide that she is just hot, give her a blanket and turn on the condo ...)))

    Men strangely fear their fantasies. The materialization of their own sensual ideas leads a man to a numbing horror. During my school years, a boy, with whom we played tennis in adjacent groups on the court, was caring for me for a long and timidly. He was constantly following me after training, always inviting me, now to movies, then to friendly gatherings, and I, in turn, tried to politely escape from his courtship. The boy seemed to me small, but not in the sense of growth, but in the sense of content. I still like older men, and my school years, I did not notice my peers at all. At best, she paid attention to high school students, and even if she had something to look at.

    As a result, the boy showed such wonders of ingenuity in order to lure me to visit and be alone, which, in my personal conviction, honestly earned the “Main Prize”. However, lure - lured, and what to do next was vague, eventually blushing, paled was confused in thoughts and words, and so on. And how, it is asked, to smooth awkwardness? I offered to play a bottle, but when the boy had to make a wish, he fell into such a stupor that I felt like a complete fool, but since I was already ready for everything, I suggested to guess his desire and ... took off my dress.

    While she was shooting, she was worried and blushing, but when she saw his sagging jaw and enthusiastic gaze, she got into the taste of teenage striptease and undressed to the dress of Eva. Do you think the boy's determination to act is awake? FIG you, despite my frank pose of a model from Playboy, the boy hid his eyes to the floor, but peered sideways with greed. This inspired a timid hope for a romantic adventure, but he himself did not dare to take the first step.

    True woman, I did not become that day, everything was limited to a modest school blowjob. By the way, my confidence that it is necessary to stir up with those who are older, after that incident, only got stronger ...))))

    But back to the boy Gillian and the girls from the cover. During the last twelve days of the year, the bank manager alternately (apparently so as not to interfere with each other), naked Snow Maiden deprived of memory, clothing, complexes and prejudices. By the end of the second day of the snow maiden, it is up to the uncle that a naked girl in your house needs to be entertained, including in bed. However, he came to this idea, only after repeated reminders, Miss February, that a live girl is much better than a photograph in the calendar. (God, how familiar this is.)

    Alex Almazov turned out a beautiful allegory, on the immaturity of the modern man. All that is enough for him is to stare at the calendar and dream about the girl from the cover materializing in the middle of the room naked, and when the girl gets naked, the man is speechless and forgets why she called ...))) However, for the girl's visit Martha , Gillian has already mastered communication and dawned that girls like when their fucking "t.

    Progress, as they say, is obvious, but he vigorously poked a member with a member and said compliments, but he still had to offer her herself. To visit Miss April, our hero lover, turned on his head and began to think that it would be decent to invite a girl to a restaurant before getting fucked; However, this bright thought remained a good intention. Like, why entertain, if so will give.

    “... Gillian leaned back in the seat and waited. And, having placed a hand on the heart, he was never going to want it. Banally, but he stupidly wanted to sweep it into the ass. And then thrust into the mouth and there it is to end ... "

    Of course, I am not a hypocrite, but with such an approach to a romantic relationship, it is not surprising that Uncle Gillian lives alone. I would have nailed such a monster myself. But it is, by the way.

    And then the men began the life of a full idiot. Girls all week, before the New Year, replaced one another. They appeared on time, gave themselves willingly, grimaced rarely, chatted a little, disappeared quickly. It should be noted that this is the way most men understand happiness. The author, by the way, subtly noted that even “such” life of our playboy weary for exactly one week. Still, they also, at least it was necessary to tr "hatch, and the ideal of a man is a journey lying on the stove with the girl doing blowjob between his legs.

    Well, and as the apotheosis of the narrative, the author presented us with a glimpse of romance in the soul of this animal, which was put into a bowl like a domestic cat, whisked into cats, and cats were combed out. Realizing that the calendar ends, the year ends, lafa ends. Gillian urgently falls in love with the only girl who wondered about his life, walked with him to the store, played snowballs, dressed up a Christmas tree, pretended to be jealous of others, in time and to the place started a tear:

    “... for some time they shouted more silently. Outside the girl put his goodness on the hand of the man and spoke with a note of restraint:

    - You really want me to stay?

    Gillian twitched and crippled.

    - Pravda. But I do not know how. What needs to be done, that you will not be exhausted, as all the rest. Ponimaesh, you are so special. I ... I am well with you.

    “And to me,” the girl removed her hand and turned around.

    He hid a tear in his face ... "

    ***

    Every girl knows how love is born in a man. The main secret is: to captivate, but not to give right away, but he will go mad himself ...

    It turned out briefly, vividly, strongly and with subtle morality for novice photo models:
    You do not want to fuck, talk more and turn on the fool.
    Do you want to sweat, take off your clothes right away ...
    Do you want passionate courtship, let's just the next day ...
    Want to get married, wait for the third date ...



    P. S.

    Of course there are in this text and secret signs that transform it from an ordinary Christmas tale into a real masterpiece, but about this next time.

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  • January 3, 2017 22:17

    Thank you, Anfisa T for such a detailed review review.

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  • January 9, 2017 8:25

    Alex, Happy New Year! The story is cool. Beautiful Christmas tale. I enjoyed reading.

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  • January 9, 2017 10:25

    Happy Newest, Lady! Thank. I will continue in the same vein.

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  • January 14, 2017 14:21

    Not a beautiful Christmas fairy tale, but very beautiful, very! Bright and unusual! 10 points, and definitely!

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  • January 15, 2017 9:15

    Thank you, Evgeniy77, it was a competitive story. Glad to like it.

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  • January 15, 2017 10:04

    I wish you victory in the competition! Creative success

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  • January 15, 2017 19:01

    Thank you very much! Wish the same to you.

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  • June 19, 2017 20:33

    But this story is well, very sensual and, apparently, written with a special thrill, with a soul. Straight chills ran. I feel this story will be remembered. Thank.

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  • June 20, 2017 8:55

    When a work after some time of reading is remembered, it means the author managed to write something good. Thank you, Countess.

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  • June 20, 2017 9:29

    Thats exactly what I mean))

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