with him. Walking with her, he spoke in a quiet voice about his love fiasco, about heartache and loneliness. Then they were silent for a long time, exchanging short remarks. At some point, she began to cry silently, and he took her hand. She pressed herself slightly against him, and he embraced her. Internally triumphing, he stroked the girl on the quivering back and allegedly noticed in jest that in such a situation he was drunk and took revenge, knocking the wedge out. Whether her question helped, she nodded convincingly.

- Can try!? She asked hesitantly, lifting her wet face to him.

He pulled her close to him and peered into her eyes until she lowered her eyelashes and stretched her lips to him. Amin kissed her carefully, waiting for a response. Inga opened the quivering lips ...

Until she came to her senses, he called a taxi and kissed her, sobbing, all the way. Entering his spacious apartment, she looked helplessly at him:

- You probably think of me ...?

“I was hoping to be your friend,” he said seriously. - I would be happy if this happens. So how about getting drunk and revenge? ..

“Thank you ...” She smiled weakly and hugged him.

Then they drank a little, mainly so that she calmed down. Then she allowed herself to undress, Amin put on a condom so that she saw. Not wanting to scare her, he did everything himself and was as gentle as ever. Slowly plunging into it and not leaning on his large body, so as not to crush, he did not forget for a minute and did not allow himself to be seduced. Yes, now this fragile girl with a small breast let him in his dick ready to burst, but so far only him. She hasn’t let him into her life so far, and it is up to him to decide whether she will cling to him in the future and whether she will become necessary. After a short first time sex, he hugged and caressed her until she fell asleep. In the dream, she whispered the name of the other, why he regretted that he did not order to kill him.

“You know, I feel better,” she admitted, waking up in the evening. - You're so good ... calm ...

He beamed and brought her dinner to bed. Again they talked about love relationships in general, until she decided to tell him about hers. Hiding his face on his chest, she told what he already knew, as he himself had arranged. She recalled them with Anton from the very beginning, described her emotions and sensations, recalled some episodes important to her. Grinning to herself that this novel was completed, he nevertheless marveled at the strength of her feelings and wondered if she could also love him. And Inga told everything, reproducing new details of their connection, it was clear that it was important for her to speak out, and he, stroking her hair, was vindictively smiling. Again she cried, he gave her wine, wiped away tears, kissed her and soon re-entered her. Now she was more relaxed, as if she decided to part with all the happy love to part with all the happy past. She still uncertainly, but already actively responded to his caress, sucked his tongue, threw her legs around his hips and pressed into his groin. But he was still affectionate and patient. They spent the whole night, revealing, making love, washing it down with wine. After a short nap in the morning, she again whispered in response to his kiss: “Anton” ...

In the morning, already at the door before leaving, he drew her to him:

- Are you coming today?

She smiled shyly.

- I myself was embarrassed to ask about it ...

Saying goodbye in the car, they kissed.

- You know, I ... like a new life began. Thanks to you...

When she came out, he grimaced as if in pain: he had never imagined that it would be so difficult to listen to her revelations about past love. A couple of these nights, she will also talk about sex with those, and she will start comparing them. But the beginning of their relationship is laid, and in his power to make it so that only they become real and the only for Inga.

The next few weeks he considered the happiest in his life: they were not apart, not counting her studies. He transferred his work to the deputies and devoted himself entirely to her. Of course, this could not be called a full-fledged mutual novel: she still considered him to be something like a vest for tears, a friend, he was not deceived. But Amin himself experienced a wonderful love affair with his girlfriend. Which in no case it was impossible to admit it, so as not to spoil everything. He did not confess. Okay: friend so friend, shoulder so shoulder. Everything will change, everything will be theirs.

Where they just did not visit with her, having traveled all the picturesque surroundings, dining in different cafes, dancing till you drop each time in new clubs, spending weekends in the country. She rushed headlong into a new, dear life for her, without giving up anything. Her ostentatious nonchalance filled the emptiness formed inside and could not deceive Amin. And the sex that was becoming better and more diverse each time was more of a friendly sex for her than love as for him. He noticed that sometimes Inga froze right during the frictions on him or under him, looked intently at him, looked around absent-mindedly around and, turning away, closed her eyes. Then he was especially tender with her, and she thawed, removed the doomed expression from her face and smiled sadly at him.

It was then that they talked a lot, telling each other about themselves. Once she confessed to him:

- I am with you well, as in childhood, with dad.

He shuddered from such holy simplicity, but he found out that her parents had died of illness, being not old at all. There was only a grandmother, with whom Inga and lived. I remember that he was secretly glad then that one problem would be less.

What he feared still happened: she dedicated him to the intimate details of her unhappy “eternal love,” as she called her. And carefully concealing her anger, Amin listened that he was her first man, they were both inexperienced, shy and slept occasionally when someone's room was empty in a hostel. And they were very happy. She began to cry again, but quickly calmed down in his arms, she suddenly became alarmed, as if suspicious of something:

- I'm probably talking too much? You're not interested? Are you ... not offended?

Having smiled broadly, he assured her that no, he was not offended, that yes, it was interesting, and he pressed himself closer to her. Later, putting her on his knees and entering from behind, he did not restrain the irritation and huddled hard in her, which he had previously avoided, protecting her. She screamed and tried to turn to him, but he fell on her, pinning her frail body to the bed. Not hearing her moans, being in the grip of anger, he was sharply driven into her crotch, making barking sounds and scaring her. It was not the first time that he regretted this, which had completely exhausted him, the protracted game of “friends” with all the consequences.

At night, in a dream, she was not with him, but still with the other, whose name invariably whispered.

Once, once again forgetting herself and calling him Anton, she guiltily said “sorry”. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

- So you have everything with him? ..

For the first time she did not answer him, turning away and walking away, but he was alarmed ..

Part 4

He learned the truth from Julia. Upon learning of her resignation and of Amin’s new, unexpected novel, she was not at all offended, at least she did not file a mind and hid for a while. She easily approached him, waiting at the university Inga, and smiled sweetly.

- Waiting for her? - they were silent. - Do not, she is not up to you now.

To his mocking, incredulous look, she explained:

- They reconciled. Right now after the couple. Such a circus was!

Not controlling himself, he grabbed that one by his jacket and, clenching it in his fist, pulled him to himself:

- What are you talking about !?

Julia was not offended.

- I asked everyone to linger, plopped down on my knees, shouted that he loved and could not live without her, that they were quarreled on purpose - they were jealous of them, took out flowers from the package, a small bouquet, another box with a ring ... Here! Everyone was quiet at first, then they began to persuade her to forgive, not to torture him ... There was a lot more that was there ... In general, your ro-man-o-faith, - by syllables ... Read more →