attention, I did not plan, you know ...

- How can a woman not pay attention to srach? - Marinka was indignant. - It's like you say: here it is cooler, you are next to him ge, but you do not pay attention ...

- And I haven’t paid attention to this for a long time, Marink ... It hardly characterizes me well, but ... Lie down where you want - even here, even here. Unpack, and while I'm tea ...

- I can not unpack when it is! This is where it should lie? And this? And this? ..

“Right now, I regret having called you, and I will drive you back,” muttered Vasily Petrovich, dragging a heap along the shelves.

- And I think, I will cry? I have a dormitory, everything is legal ... Here is a srach that I will clean out and drive out.

Cleaning took an hour and a half.

- Here you go. Now you can decompose, - Marinka breathed. - Or you gave me a go ...

“Don't say nonsense,” muttered Vasily Petrovich. - Tea has cooled there for a hundred years like ...

They drank tea and looked at each other. As always happens, in the afternoon Marinka was a completely different Marinka than the one that Vasily Petrovich had fucked in the dim light of a night lamp. And this new Marinka pinched his nerves more and more ...

- Who are you? She asked.

- Vasya, - Vasily Petrovich answered.

- Well, I do not. Vasya, I can never ... let's, as it was, okay?

- And what am I, so old?

- You are not old, you ... in short, I did not mean that. Who are you, what are you doing, what are you doing? Let's get acquainted, or something.

- Let's! Very nice, Vasily Petrovich!

- Very nice, Marina! ..

They giggled and asked each other about life, not without pleasure playing this game ... and at the same time both of them knew that they both were much more interested in another question that no one asked.

The closer to the evening, the sharper it thickened in the dusty apartment of Vasily Petrovich. Marinka ran into the hostel, to the university (first course, everything is serious), she returned (she did come back, fucked your mother, Vasily Petrovich triumphed, although her things were in the apartment) and got into the shower. She endured, not knowing how to be. Marinka came out packed, buttoned, without any hint of, and they drank tea again.

In the end, Vasily Petrovich spent Marinka in her room, hid, wished good night - and ...

Unable to bear it, he bent down to peck at her - just peck somewhere where her lips were poking in the dark. And they stuck right in the open Marinkin mouth ...

He knew that she, too, did not want - or rather, did not intend to - and everything went out at random and at the last moment. But the more acute were these sudden failures into the abyss, when nothing was possible but now everything is possible.

The first number with Marinka flew clothes - all at the same time, like a burst skin. The second Vasily Petrovich got naked himself - and he kicked at her to kiss in order to grind the whole body out of the kiss. The kiss was immediately wet and desperate, and immediately there were screams, and the dick immediately began to wield in the sticky upper reaches, prying the clitoris, and the nipples butted the skin of Vasily Petrovich, like young horns. The kiss quietly went into sex ... that is, he didn’t go anywhere, but immediately had sex from the first second, just Vasily Petrovich fucked his woman at the same time with dick, tongue, lips, and hands that were hustling around her body from top to bottom, and it was completely incomprehensible what Vasily Petrovich relies on ...

Being a gentleman this time just did not work. When the tongue is stuck somewhere in your beloved throat, your hands are stretching your beloved body like a spacesuit, and the dick is so deep that it is scary to think about it, then there’s no need for decency. And Vasily Petrovich flooded Marinka to the ears, fucked out of her, and for the first time her bowels absorbed his moisture.

- Monthly were long? He croaked when he could speak.

- No ... the fifth day ... - whispered his own body (it seemed to him).

“It does not happen so lucky” - he thought, falling into Marinka not only with his body, but with all his emasculated nerves.

And he also slept in her, and he dreamed strange, blasphemous dreams - as if he burrowed, small and naked, in his mother, who had not been alive for a long time.And for some reason, some lights flashed outside the window, and something knocked around, and he could not understand what.

***

The game of decency ended on the third day. Marinka came out naked from the shower, for the first time savoring her shamelessness, and Vasily Petrovich fucked her (not necessarily dick, but the essence is still the same) - fucked her in the hallway, in the kitchen, in the same bathroom and even on the balcony, even from the next the house was all visible.

During the day they didn’t see each other - he was at work, she was studying, and the evenings were packed with sex and all its shades. Both the nights and the mornings were crammed with them, even though after the morning fuck, Vasily Petrovich felt like a pensioner at the races.

On Sunday they spent the first time together all day. He was not used to doing anything with her except to fuck, and was nervous, like a kid on the first date. They were in a restaurant, in a cinema, in all sorts of beautiful places, they talked about anything, and through every word Vasily Petrovich heard - “this is all nonsense that I tell you. That evening, when we return ... "

He did not wait for the evening and fucked her in a quiet corner of Sparrow Hills. It was their first fuck on the street and in clothes. Of course, it was impossible to be satisfied with fucking, and they flew, excited, home, to continue right from the doorway.

Then Marinka opened the laptop and hung VKontakte, and Vasily Petrovich delicately left. Someone called her and he brought the phone to her, and while he handed it in, he managed to hook the screen and grab it out of there with a glance:

“Mom, I have to tell everything. I met a man of 45 years old and fell in love like a fool ... ”

He had to run out into the yard and dance Kalinka-Malinka there. And then, when they were trying to fuck for the night, but there was already nothing, he stroked her and tried to say something that he wanted to say so much, but his lips had long forgotten how to say that, and so he just kept silent so as not to tell too much .. .

***

In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up.

Everything was moving and pulsing. The bed was narrow, lights flickered outside the window.

The train, suddenly realized Vasily Petrovich.

He felt cold. Marinka was not around, because the regiment ended immediately behind his body.

“Marink? ...” he called.

No one answered him, and he realized that he was alone in a compartment.

“She has not yet sat down,” he realized, “this is later, behind Sarapul ...”

And then he understood something else.

“And he will not sit down,” thought Vasily Petrovich, freezing. “I just fell asleep here in the compartment.” I was just thinking about girls and their nipples. I have not fucked anyone for a long time and got used to thinking at night looking at all the pleasant garbage. I just dreamed all this, and now I ... "

“Ahhhh,” he shouted softly (loudly ashamed).

And I felt some kind of inner lump: the main thing - do not get up. Maybe even this ... Maybe it will. Maybe it's not a dream, but ...

And he closed his eyes. He squeezed them furiously, and still crushed them with a pillow so that the lights did not interfere.

The sleepy dregs still swayed in my head, and he dived into it, dived to melt and slip out of this train, which all the time was chasing it with the sound of a wheel, a beep, a kick in the ass. The turbidity escaped from him like a shadow, and he could not manage to plunge into it, and the familiar nail that had already been drilled in the brain when it couldn't sleep was already sitting in my head ...

“Lord,” Vasily Petrovich prayed for the first time in his life. - “Bring me back there.” Return to her. And I will be good ... "

And again he fiercely squinted his eyes, which suddenly began to see through closed eyelids, and someone else suddenly turned on the light in the compartment, bright and piercing, like a draft, and it was clear that all the shelves were empty, nowhere or clothes, and only he, Vasily Petrovich Sinyagin, a fat and bald man in his underpants, pressed into the bottom one ...

- Marin! He called plaintively, turning away from himself. - Mariain! - He shouted and flew out of the compartment, leaving Vasily Petrovich there to catch up with his dream, and rushed along the carriage, which suddenly became infinite, like the corridors of the ministry. - Mariaiiiiiin! ..

***

-... What? What? Well?..

Lips that kakali in his ear and kissed him. Easy and gentle, like a child.

- Marin?

- Well, here I am. Something had a dream? Sleep already, sleep ...

He wrung his fierce face, which was not visible in the dark, and poked at her breasts, and wanted to tell everything, but she was already snorting, hugging him, and he did not dare.

“We'll have to be good,” flashed through my mind, and everything flew off to sleep.