A lighter clicked, a fire licked a cigarette, a sigh and smoke filled my lungs. There is a tough day behind us, a few statements and by the end of the day we leave our remarkable bukhars, who are in a small southern town a dime a dozen.
A quiet rustle near the bushes - a girl, several drives for petty theft and rowdy a couple of times, nothing serious.
“Why aren't you going home, it's too late, have you been released?”
A look from under eyebrows, a look of the hunted small animal which in impotence can only be angry.
- I have nowhere to go. Parents are thumping and I definitely won't go there, it's better on the street ...

- What are you shaking?
- In the monkey house you are damp and cold, there even the shops are wet.
The summer night was sweltering, and throwing a tunic over my shoulders was for me how to throw off the armor.
- Come with me...
- Where? ... I'm not going to the bomzhatnik!
“This place, of course, is not a five-star hotel, but I would not want you to call my apartment“ bomzhatnik. ”
- To your home?
Hope appeared in the girl's voice, but the distrust remained.

“Can I stay with you for a couple of days?”
- Parents will not look?
The adorable head bent on its side, the girl directed all her forces of thought to the solution of the problem, weighing all the pros and cons. Finally the answer was found:
- Nah, they are thumping, I told you ... uh-uh told you.
- Clear. And come on "you."

The remaining path was under slanting glances, and the hand was in the grip of small palms. Fifteen minutes and I listened to the delight of my lair:
- Four rooms? And two toilets?
- Yes.
- I heard that we have such mansions in the city, but I have never seen them. And from where such luxury? - My home was undergoing strict inspection.
- From the parents of the inheritance.
- Do you live only in the hall?

Every bachelor knows this expression explaining their whole life - “it's easier.” Do you buy semi-finished products and eggs? “It's easier that way” - don't have to cook a lot. Buy a stack of socks and holey just throw out? "It's easier" - no need to darn. Do you live in the same room? “It's easier” - the telly is always in front of your eyes and occasionally you clean up in other rooms. Some even in odnushke live. "It's easier"...
- Will you be?
- Can i?
- The pinnacle of my culinary talent is scrambled eggs.

A dozen eggs disappeared at terrifying speed.
- Slow down the speed, no one will take away anything from you. Still choking ... Tea you make? And a sandwich maker?
In both times, except for the epic "Ugu" guest could not issue.
- You will sleep in the bedroom, I have already laid ...
My old denim shirt was her time, just as a bathrobe after a shower.
The lighter clicked, spicy smoke habitually filled my lungs. Hold for a moment to clear the brain and exhale. In my head just a swarm of thoughts. Unsuccessful attempt to comprehend perfect. The extra should be thrown away, on the right focus, as it has done hundreds of times. This time in vain. Over the past ten years, since the divorce, I never got either a wife, or a Lyubonitsa, or just a friend for infrequent, but regular meetings. Everything was working. In incomplete 37 - a major, just a dizzying career for our places without a hairy paw behind his back.

Thoughts returned to the sofa, to the young, elastic body of a seventeen-year-old girl lying on it. From the lower jaws around the roundness of the ass a drop of sperm flowed, silvery in the moonlight. I did not even understand how it all began. A quiet whisper about her being cold (this is in such and such a heat). Velvet elasticity rubs against the crotch. Even the old families let me down, the fly on them spread out by itself and as soon as the head touched the delicate skin of the thigh the dream disappeared like a hand.
The stub of a small asterisk fell into the darkness of the night. The lighter clicked, this rubbish will ever kill me ... I can't concentrate, there is a swarm of thoughts in my head about what happened. A tender, inviting smile. A push, a cry of pain and a member wrapped around warm, wet taut flesh.Sharp claws scratch the back of the head and neck. A few motions and a moan escapes from the lips of my young mistress and already the sweetness moves her body to mine. Lust occupies our entire consciousness, leaving no space for anything more.

Once again tighten, hot smoke should burn out extraneous. And the brain as the biggest traitor produces pictures of my madness. Here is my body snuffing between tremulous legs, disappearing somewhere under a shaggy mound. Now, the body wriggles under me, trying to get all possible enjoyment from the alien flesh beating inside it. A new picture before the eyes and a penis begins to show signs of life: thin and flexible, like willow branches, hands clasp my neck, legs are torso, in a fit of passion the girl rises above the sofa. I am getting on my elbows, so that it does not hang on me and does not waste strength, I immediately get a hot sweet kiss. It seems that far from being a boy, but I never managed to get drunk with these lips. From the memories of the kiss member otkref and rose in full force. The traitor ... is the same as the brain.
The city covered with a thick blanket a sweltering southern night, even the poplar, the tallest and oldest in the city, stands motionless in front of the windows, the leaf will not move. Dullness and heat, the air rings from crickets and mosquitoes, whose slender ranks try to fly into a room with a fumigator.

Thoughts come back: I'm still on her, drinking her lust, enjoying her moans, tearing with lips a flexible body, full breasts, small protruding nipples. The smell of the woman, completely gone from my pins, was driving crazy. From her sweets on my shoulders red stripes. A new, but now a long moan, full of voluptuousness, her body clinging more strongly, arched into a convulsion of orgasm, the girl's vagina squeezed the man's penis for the first time, her hot breath burned her neck. A few pushes now and I twisted in a fit of ecstasy. The heels on the lower back were not allowed to come out, the flow of sperm poured into the hot depth, pouring the uterus and filling the womb to the brim. I didn’t come out right away, feeling the remnants of sperm moving along the penis and pouring into the former virgin vagina.
Tight palms slid across the chest, ruffled hair, a warm body pressed to the back. Immersed in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear the squeaks of the couch and the quiet steps, startled by surprise.

- You do not sleep ...
- I think.
- About me? ... Do you think about me?
- I think about what I have done, how I should be and what to do now. You are a minor, I am a worker of organs.
“If you were an organ worker, you were more attentive, you knew that I have a birthday in a week, and in a week no one would know.” You won't expel me, will you? In addition, the age of agreement with sixteen, and I agree. You ... you ... you ... will not expel ..., and ...? - such anguish and hope.
- Why do you need me? Old, battered by the life and moth of a chain dog?
- But mine! - now anger.
- And in a couple of months you will find yourself the same age and go to him ...
A long kiss above the shoulder blades is the level of her lips. I do not see, but I know - she again hung, bent her head to the side and ponders what is important in her opinion.

- Nah, I'm true. In the mother went. She even drank herself with her father. They are then again zabuhali something? Began to celebrate the wedding anniversary.
A turn and look into her eyes:
- Honey, you can not even imagine what you are signing up for. I only have work in my life. You doom yourself to constant waiting. Rare weekends, rare holidays, constant duty and calls in the middle of the night. I’ll go back to sleep, and I’ll come back.
“Well, the rare ones will be ... Don't expel me, please,” eyes shadowed by a guess, lit up in the twilight, “But in general, marry me.” I will be the best and loyal wife in the world. I will cook, clean, wash. I'm passionate ... Really, I'm passionate? - having received from me a nod of the head has chastened further, - I give birth to you children, I will learn to do everything, everything, everything that is necessary.

- I'll think about your offer.
- Honestly? - Her lips were drawn to mine and not responding to a kiss would be a crime against humanity, - You will never regret.
Again our lips merged, the girl was clumsy, but more than made up for with zeal.
- Let's go do it again?
- What is it"?
- Well, have sex. It turns out so nicely ...
A soft palm pulled me back into the warm mouth of the room, filled with the smell of heated bodies and excitement. The creak of the sofa, the crying smile, the sweet kiss, the push, and I filled the girl all the way to the bottom.
So many years have passed by, how much time is wasted, but it exists only here and now. Here - on the couch, now - with her, the only one that was needed. Everything else is ashes and dust. I am in her eyes, her smile, in herself. Push - her sweet moan and heavy moan of the sofa. She demands more, he screams - that's enough! Another push, I created for her, she for me. Measured movements are becoming faster, more convulsive, we rush together to a sweet discharge. The creak of the sofa probably roused the neighbors in the next house.

A flash, a deafening explosion laid the ears, the body twisted sweet cramp, I feel like streams of sperm erupt from me, a shower outside the window echoes my sensations. The body of the podomnoy shakes, I can not understand she is laughing or crying - her face is covered with her palms.
Finally, a long sigh and wild laughter again shakes her.
- Damn, I was so scared, - the glow outside the window - the maple burned, so it was not a mind game, - can you imagine, I finished this very moment.
“I, too,” they wanted to cut down an old tree for a couple of years, now they don’t have to, the maple blazed like a match. My hands began to get tired, only now I realized that I was still in it.
- Do not go out, stay still in me, so good ... Especially as I become pregnant, - in her voice such bliss and bliss.
- How do you know?
- I feel, - now also superiority.

The sky lit up with a light blush for another half an hour and the sun would rise. It's good that this day is free from problems and fuss, bliss from the coolness after the rain and her quiet soothing wheezing on her chest, but you don't want to sleep - her head is like a hive from thoughts.
He wants to be with me - okay, fine. He wants to give birth - also not bad, he will change it for the better, he will stop looking for problems. I wanted to smoke - the lighter was sadly lying on the ashtray. To hell, it's time to throw. Wants to be with me, can fall in love with me, if not already ...
Stop! So it turns out that I'm not a bachelor already?
That's good...