A strange and exhausting feeling - to be in love. Selflessly, uncontrollably, feeling this feeling and the accompanying emotions, but without having the slightest idea of ​​who is in love with. Feeling a ghostly image in the back of your mind, holding in your head some small, defining details, and peering at each counter, comparing it with this image? She is? Not she...

Oleg felt like a lover at fourteen. Perhaps this was due to the transitional age, but rather to the fact that he, tired of voluntary hermitry in the world of books, games and the Internet, went out into people. However, the unsociation has not disappeared anywhere, but the awesome intellect is quite allowed to socialize properly. Only here life experience does not fit well with naive love, very successfully dressing it in dirty armor of cynicism.

Studying in the second year of university, he wrote a program for smartphones that allows you to electronically view assignments, lecture notes, follow the schedule in the end. The program managed to be dragged in as a future graduation project, and it firmly settled on the phones of most of the students of their native university, besides the basic functionality merging a lot of personal information, including video files, onto a rented server. Oleg periodically looked through them, some found them foolish and deleted them, some kept them just out of nostalgia, and some put them off as compromising "just in case." Specifically, this video, he watched the seventh or eighth time, looping playback.

On the screen, well-groomed male fingers crushed the tender maiden flesh, caressing the clitoris, lips, and bringing the girl to orgasm. Droplets gathered on pink meat, buttocks convulsively squeezed and unclenched, movements of sweat-covered thighs were chaotic and fascinated with their enthusiastic dance, introducing into a state of contemplation. Thoughts were cleared, and along with the depraved dance of the girl's body, completely different pictures emerged from the memory of sighs, groans and sobs ...

***
He lay, hugging her with one hand, and the second is actively moving in her warm nature. Heavy breathing of both, intermittent movement of fingers, uneven candlelight on the walls. Silence destroys his hoarse, but from that even more absurd question:
- Rysyon, and this is called - to flow?
Her chuckle could destroy the whole delicate balance of the moment, but this does not happen. The girl only closes her eyes, and in a much more excited, quivering voice:
- No, flow ... It is different. But I'm excited, so better ... Speak less.
He nods, taking note of the information received. Then he had not yet learned how to be confident in his conclusions, and therefore asked questions "head on", satisfying academic interest.

His breath covered her lips, and tongues entwined in a greedy dance. Oleg, he tried as hard as he could to fully surrender to the process, but in his head there were ironic thoughts, much darker than the surrounding room. “The first kiss six months after the first sex. It is unlikely, of course, a unique achievement, but the situation is anecdotal. " However, thoughts remained connected for a short time, a kiss was too hot and passionate, finally giving the desired oblivion, forcing to turn off the brain and surrender to feelings and emotions.

His lips slid along the neck, covering her with kisses, marked their presence on the collarbone, and settled for a long time on pretty breasts, then gently caressing her nipples, then tearing so enticing mounds with her teeth, walking along the edge where real pain had not yet begun, but reached a peak pleasure ... It was interesting to taste it, but the girl resisted, and Oleg did not insist. A kiss again, and now, a very tense cock in one motion penetrates the wet bosom, causing a mutual moan.As if hypnotized, he freezes, slightly shaking his hips back and forth, and admiring her red hair spread on a pillow, in a candle flame seemingly fiery ... And then the bestial frenzy pulls out and he begins to move, sharply, impulsively. The massive male body literally hammered the girl into an old sofa, stoically carrying this kind of bullying. The girl, however, is clearly not against it, because his every movement, when he penetrated her to its full length, was accompanied by a voluptuous sob-groan, and then completely replaced by some whining whine, when Oleg, in a fit of desires, seized his teeth in the collarbone girls than, unexpectedly for himself, brought her to orgasm. The following minutes were accompanied by an inarticulate cacophony of the sounds of hot sex.

When it was over, the lovers for some time lay, breathing heavily, and looking at the ceiling. The rain outside the window subsided somewhat, and Oleg enjoyed the unusual feeling of complete devastation and lack of thoughts. What Ryska thought about at that moment remained unknown, but after a couple of minutes, she was slightly unsteady and went to the bathroom. Oleg, recovering himself, reached out to the martini bottle near the sofa, and took a few sips straight from the throat. Thinking a little, he poured the drink in glasses, diluting it with orange juice for the girl.

Returning from the bathroom, the maiden nodded with gratitude, and, having taken a sip, reached for the telephone, after which, having phoned home, she began to question the patient's state of emotion for a long time and emotionally. Oleg, absolutely irrationally, was staring at the ceiling at that moment, wishing that he did not smoke. I sharply wanted to be distracted by something ... Monotonous and reassuring with familiarity. However, his melancholy very quickly receded, when the girl who had finished the conversation took in his gentle and, it is necessary to admit, skillful captivity of her mouth to his not yet recovered member. The sex run continued, and the rest was remembered in fragments, separate fragments crashing into the subcortex. Diligent devotees, watery eyes, and a neat nose sticking out of his pubic hair. His fingerprints on her thighs. Steam rising from her back as she smoked, nude, half hanging down from the balcony. The whistle of some drunken men passing by under this very balcony, when, in the process of this very smoking, he started to fuck her in the ass ...
The sexual race continued, interspersed with talk, libations and regular “rounds” until four in the morning. The last time took place already in the hallway, when he, unable to restrain himself, just bent her forgot to put on her panties, and just fucked it off without austere, pouring the remnants of semen inside. Ryska, drunk and fucked up, did not resist, but did not show enthusiasm, only moaning slightly from the enthusiasm shown by him. When it was all over, she simply pulled her skirt up and left the apartment.
Oleg escorted her, holding her elbow, and gently tacking a bad girl on her feet past the puddles. Despite the fact that high heels did not add stability to her. Ten minutes later, they walked to the intersection, where they were already waiting.
- Oleg.
- Eugene.
They shook hands, and exchanging a few meaningless phrases. Looking at the receding spouses, Oleg noticed whitish streaks on the girl's stockings and shrugged. Will understand somehow. Judging by the fact that there were no complaints the next day, when she, together with her daughter showed him the city, did not follow, she really figured it out.

***
The girl on the looped video finished. It seems that the thirteenth time this evening, thoughtful, Oleg did not count.
Ryska, a boyfriend’s girlfriend who lived 3000 kilometers away, was the first. The first in never ending line. The irony of fate, the mockery of the universe - an infinitely in love man, dreaming of finding the one that will be worthy of his feelings, and who will accept them, giving something of equal value in return - never had his girlfriend. But he had other people, mda.
A mobile phone call brought him out of his trance.Clicking on the space bar, stopping playback, he answered the call:
- Yes, An, hello. Freed? Oh good. Yes, I'll come. And what did you say to Anton, how long are you working today? Yeah, great. All right, I'll be there in forty minutes.

Pressing the button interrupted the conversation, and Oleg rose. He threw on his jeans, put his phone and car keys in his pocket, and left the room, finally looking back at the picture frozen on the monitor. I wanted to fight, get drunk or fuck somebody. I wanted love, tenderness and affection ... I wanted to howl. Sighing heavily, he shook his head and left the room.
A strange and exhausting feeling - to be in love. Selflessly, uncontrollably, feeling this feeling and the accompanying emotions, but without having the slightest idea who it is in love with ...