like heavy boulders. Cellular slid into the arm, I had to open my eyes to find the right name in the contact list:
- Hello, Oksan? Listen, I'm sick. Seriously, yeah. Well ... Yes, you understand correctly. Otmazhesh if anything, okay? Thank. Successes.
Oksana was his longtime friend at university, and at the same time a colleague, so it was the easiest way to cover herself up in front of her superiors. Having finished with this, Oleg rose. Toilet, for obvious reasons. Kitchen - pour more water, squeeze lemon into it, drain it in one gulp. And - back under the blanket. I wanted to sleep. Sleep came back quickly.
***
They started the massage, though not very soon. The washed body of the girl settled on the sofa, Oleg hung over her, gently and skillfully rubbing a mixture of essential oils into her dry skin. The glitter was fascinating and erotic, movements gradually shifted from the neck to the shoulder blades, from the shoulder blades to the lower back, and now the thighs and buttocks are exposed to intense impact. It is necessary to pay tribute, Oleg carefully stretched the girl, before the head of his penis slipped between the buttocks, into the butt carefully lubricated during the massage.
Alena, it seemed, almost didn’t care, she moaned in a hollow voice, in time with his movements, but that was the end of her activity. Oleg finished there, too, in the ass, and fell off on the sofa next to the girl. I did not want to talk or think.

Alain lay down for a while and, rising, wrapped herself in his bathrobe, after which she went to the balcony to smoke. The rain had stopped by that time, and the red rays of the setting sun rushed through the windows. The conversation was unhurried, a little playful, but, in general, about nothing. Slowly, the girl lay down on the bench on which they sat, but Oleg again caressed her. After some time, he got up, and raised the prix member to her lips. The girl did not oppose, having begun to caress him quite skillfully. Oleg closed his eyes, giving in to the sensations, but the evening was not destined to end well. Alena had a hysterical seizure, another one. She almost took a bite, then, as if stung, jumped, began to cry, confess her love, and incoherently ask for forgiveness for the fact that "She is such." Oleg calmed her down. Wrapping him in the same dressing gown, he grabbed her in his arms and carried her to the sofa, laying down and covering the calming down girl with a blanket.

***
This time he woke abruptly, jerked, and stared at the wall. My head did not hurt, my mouth was dry, but this is normal. The bedroom was gloomy, but it was always like this, without artificial lighting. The dream bit into the memory, forcing again to awaken the memories of that day ...
He ended disgustingly. While Oleg was running to the pharmacy for soothing, Alyona blew out her favorite dressing gown and sofa, and upon his return lay face down in this pool, either sleeping or unconscious. Quietly swearing under his breath, Oleg somehow washed her, undressed her, and carried her into the second room, where the bed of the escaped neighbor was. He covered, and, leaving to sleep, took up the cleaning. Distracted his strange, intermittent sounds from the room where his passion slept. Oleg had managed to take the bullet there in time - the girl turned over on her back while sleeping, and almost choked with her own vomit. Frowning in his voice, he dragged her to the bathroom, where the douche allowed him to somehow bring Alain to his senses, and an hour later, on a taxi ride in, he took her home, passing from hand to hand to his mother and grandmother. The remaining night was devoted to the laundering of the effects of libations and too heavy smoking, which is why the girl went wild. Simply put, he drafted the sofa and washed the blankets, sheets, bathrobe ... Nontrivial task, given that he did not have a washing machine at that time.

The next day, SMS came that there was no love, of course, no, and it was just a drunken nonsense. It hurt. Rather, it was even wounded, because Oleg tried not to say what he was not ready to answer for.After this quarrel, they did not communicate for a year and a half, somehow restoring companionship only after her return from China. She recovered from seizures. Almost, but Oleg was no longer concerned. However, to forget all this did not work.
Having scrolled through the events in his head, Oleg kicked out a chair standing nearby, out of annoyance, and sincerely, frantically, cried loudly, not much resenting something concrete, but expressing the pain from the accumulated situation as a whole:
- BOOOOGI! Well, what the fuck I always have all the ass?
The gods, of course, were silent, and Oleg, sighing heavily, trudged into the kitchen. I wanted to drink.