I show, like, kindness.

- Are you taking offense at me? - I restrain myself so as not to give off irritation.

Alina more strongly presses shoulders in a breast, compresses in a ball. The tension in her body is like a spring that has shrunk even more.

Nothing bad will happen if I lie down next to each other? She's under the covers. I will cuddle up to her, as a psychologist advised, hug, so to speak, from behind. Let us lie down, and go on there to do my homework.

“I will hug you and then I will go,” I warn you of intentions.

It is clear that she is not sleeping and she perfectly heard what I said, which means that she will not be shocked.

I carefully tuck in on the back, repeating the contours of her little ball. My knees penetrate the valley formed by her legs, my groin slightly touches her priests. I press my chest, and Alina’s back, her hand drops to her shoulder, stroking it. Alina's long hair is gathered in a ponytail, a magnificent bouquet breathes in my face. Alina lies with her eyes closed, her pretty face painfully stiffens, Alina frowns, smiles at the corner of her lips - expresses micro-emotions with subtle movements of her lips, eyebrows and nose.

Suddenly, she pulls her hand out from under the blanket and covers my palm from above. Touch burns, never before have I been so close with a girl. But the thought that I provide psychological assistance to a neighbor, to whom I can be said to be in debt, return me to the desire to look noble even in such a delicate situation.

“You are a beautiful girl,” Alina whispers in her ear. - The most beautiful in our area. In general, you can choose any guy with whom to meet.

“I don't want any,” she gives a voice for the first time. The ringing bell - offended, with a dimpled hoot - spreads frighteningly lonely in a small cozy room.

“We all want something,” I try to adopt a philosophical tone. - For example, I want you not to cry. You look better when you smile.

- Do you like me? - Alina asks an innocent question, which is impossible to answer "no."

- Of course, everyone likes you. Especially when you smile, for some reason I am sure that it is in such statements that the therapeutic effect of acting on a person depressed by parting is hidden.

Alina pulls my palm to her lips, I resign myself to the thought that she needs more warmth, more affection expressed by the touch of an almost intimate nature.

- Do you really think I'm beautiful? - Alina's voice sounds charming, she smiles a little, though she still lies with her eyes closed.

- Yes, you are very beautiful. Here, even the compliments to speak on.

Alina snorts, blurring in a smile.

Suddenly, her hand pulls my palm under the wrist under the covers, and the next moment I hold her right, farther tits in my hand. Hard nipple rests on the phalanx of the index finger from the inside.

- Caress me, - Alina whispers languidly.

From the unexpectedness of what is happening, my head is spinning, I am grinding the situation in a frantic rhythm. What if Aunt Nina enters the room? What if I have no desire to caress anyone? Especially the girl with whom I barely know, with whom until now everything that connected me is “hello”, “bye”. What if...

“I am not a great specialist,” I mumble, cursing myself for the uncertainty and excessive diplomacy in the affairs of everyday life.

- I will teach you, - Alina purrs. Her eyes are closed, you can even think that she is asleep and has a dream in which she controls events.

I hm. To be honest, a decent sized tit in her hand is beautiful, even too interesting to refuse a free lesson.

“Come on,” I answer, holding back my nerve laughter.

Alina takes my index finger, leads them along the tip of the nipple. Then he dives onto his finger with his mouth and wets his pads with his tongue. Returns to the nipple, leads in a circle. Slowly, as if porridge in a saucepan is stirring. I have no words to protest, excitement above any excuses. I myself drive over the nipple, compressing elastic boobs.

- Now below, - Alina coos.

From this perspective, eyes on the forehead climb. Alina has never even looked at me, but already wants me to touch her below.

- And if mom enters? - I cling to the last chance to wriggle out without a fight.

- So what? - Alina breathes excitedly, a playful smile froze on her lips.

“I’m shy,” seems to be the only feeling I’m willing to admit.

“She herself asked you to lie down with me.”

- Lie down, but do not caress.

“You think she doesn't know how this can end?”

- And how can it end? - this alignment with the planning of my actions leads me to a state of increased combat readiness.

Alina pulls my hand down, sticks it under the thin fabric of her panties, pushes her fingers over the pussy, the middle finger sinks into the wet lips of the vagina.

“This,” Alina clamps my palm with her thighs, on her lips a blissful smile stiffens in anticipation of pleasure.

I lay frozen in shock, in my virginal life, such events even theoretically always had a sacred meaning. In the first place was always spiritual love. Physical proximity seemed to be the effect, not the root cause. And here my fingers rub Alina's smooth shaven pussy, she directs me, the moisture oozes from the recording in my palm, and I get an incredible pleasure in caressing a girl I almost don't know. Although who am I kidding? Even the closest friends to me in school and university do not stand close to Alina, who suddenly takes center stage in the system of my intimate values.

Alina lets go of her palm, and then I independently explore the depth of her feelings for me. I have never done anything like this, and it seems that every touch can cause pain in a girl. That is why I choose the direction for the attack so scrupulously; the bump of the clitoris causes Alina to have a storm of emotions. I'm glad I learned to give pleasure. Still, the lesson is not in vain. Pleasing a girl is damn nice. At the same time, I am pondering over various options for our relationship with Alina. Of course, we will begin dating regularly. As a wife, she does not suit me at all, but what the hell is not joking, I like her, and I love her too. Maybe I even love her and always loved her. And the fact that he thought ill of her was because he was jealous. All these guys she met are in the past. It will be hard not to think about them. Here is my wife, in the past behaved like a whore, but all this in the past. She has changed, so the guy threw her, and now she does not walk on the side. Loves and appreciates her husband.

Alina rolls over onto her back, slips out from under the blanket. I don’t have time to think about it, as she goes down on my legs, lightning-fast unbuckles her pants on jeans, pulls out her limp, eighty percent drenched fingers, and dives into his mouth with her fingers. I only pray that Aunt Nina does not enter the room.

Resistance is futile. Alina in a T-shirt and panties sucks me as if she wants to suck my soul. So it happens: the soul goes to the heels, comes back along the legs, rises along the trunk, freezes in three centimeters of the head and the thin skin under it. Alina, for the first time, looks up at me, looks intently, like a bullfighter assassin before a sword strike. Only I am not a bull, but a sheep, or rather a ram, mentally begging for mercy. The last thing that comes out of me are words of despair:

- Alinochka, I'll finish now.

“Cum in my mouth,” she grumbles, looking up for a second.

- I'm afraid you choke.

- Do not worry, stop - she holds the trunk with a ring of thumb and forefinger at the base, firmly pulling the skin. The head rang out wide and slid off the edges of the prick. I am afraid that we will be caught unawares, terribly afraid! Alina dives on dick, giving out orgasm with wild swaying.

The body involuntarily stiffens and freezes, arcing. At this moment the door behind Alina’s back opens silently, Aunt Nina’s surprised look gives way to a satisfied shake of the head. I close my eyes with my hand, continuing to finish under the wild rumbling of a cat, which with both hands clutched at the groin, squishing a hole in her mouth, pumps the sperm out of me, swallows it. Her mother is standing still, looking out of the door.I peek out from under the palm of my hand, and a sense of shame covers me with thievish doubt. Aunt Nina brought me here to hug Alina, to make peace with her, instead I took advantage of the vulnerable position of a girl with a black wing, and now she is pumping out the lion's dose of sperm from me. Weekly abstinence rushes to the throat of a neighbor in the stomach.

Alina pretty licks dick, scrotum, loneliness and despair like a hand off. She slides her body up, hugs me, laying her head on his chest. Her mother continues to grin, looking at me through the slit.

Aunt Nina is not angry, rather, on the contrary, she wanted it all to end like this, specially set it up, put it on my inconsolable daughter. Now she does not want to leave, she shows with all her appearance that I did everything correctly, that she approves of my noble deed.

Mutual assistance. I help fight depression. Sex-psycho-therapy, I'm completely confused.

Aunt Nina leaves silently, but I have a long way to understand what love is.