On day X, he went to the airport by midnight. I know that he bought a huge bunch beforehand, I know that he perfumed his most expensive perfume and put on the best jeans. It remains for him only to wish good luck, and to spend a sleepless night myself, scrolling our not too intricate dialogues with M. in the phone, looking at her single profile picture in the voip and simply thinking that they are there and just like them now — they just chat in the hotel or fly in the clouds ... I was "dumb" to ask him to send me some reports, stories, hints ... It was my defeat and I tried to pretend that the whole situation interests me little and touches me. I experienced everything inside.

From the "date" he came victorious. Vlad spent M. on the morning flight and returned triumphantly with a triumphant smile. His only comment about the events of last night (although I don’t really remember whether I asked for comment) was: I love her, she is mine! Everything was explained in these words, he received M. Although the words about the highest feelings for her, that is, about that same love, I also twisted in my head. Yes, I also loved her, now even more inaccessible to me, but at the same time even more exciting. I realized that behind an incredible jealousy of what was happening, I felt all night long before a trembling strong and unprecedented excitement. I imagined them and wondered what was there, how there, and now I knew for sure that it was there! And I did not need an answer, this mystery attracted me by itself.

And then I stopped communicating with her, but she took an even more important place in my heart, she became my goddess, my everything. I loved her, I was a fan of her. I checked her instagram, saw their selfie appeared there with Vlad, followed the new posts, but no longer wrote to her. Our communication spilled over into another form when she communicated with me without knowing it. This communication existed only for me. Her relationship with Vlad became even warmer - they called each other as soon as possible, she asked the company to put flights to our city as often as possible and, naturally, with an overnight stay. Vlad was already used to going to the hotel at the airport and spending time with M. There, he already told the whole family about it and everyone reacted very positively to such a girl and such a victory for Vlad on a personal front. For me, this was accompanied by a whole series of injections of jealousy in all parts of the body, but there remained a strong feeling that I also needed it and even liked it.

And in August, M. began to leave. It was decided that in the first week she would come to our city, Vlad would introduce her to her family and show her our magnificent summer cottage (and she is really impressive - comfortable, simple, in a wonderful natural area among forests, lakes and a river). And then they booked a trip to Goa for two weeks to warm up together at other reservoirs in a different climate and without strangers. Such an alignment raised the utterly jealous level in my blood, although the excitement did not lag behind, as evidenced by the constant tension in my pants (and in summer more shorts) at the first thoughts about the plans of this couple. And there was also a great joy because during the week M. will be in the city, we will definitely see each other again, have a word and let her have a stranger, but I can see my goddess again!

Parents offered them a week to live in our country house - the weather was excellent, M. was already sick of hotels and rented apartments, but the wonderful nature and village atmosphere were very much welcomed by her. She arrived on Friday and her parents and Vlad went to meet her at the airport, from where they immediately went to the country house, hoping to get there in the evening. My arrival at the dacha, as well as the arrival of other family members (and my grandmother really wanted to marvel at M., you know this old age curiosity for gossip) was scheduled for Saturday with the prospect of all weekends in nature. Then, all week, Vlad and M. should have been left alone at the dacha, you know with what context.

From a sense of family etiquette (you probably know and come across this), I had to share the trip in the morning commuter bus with my aunt and grandmother. I felt embarrassed and excited.Excitedly waiting to see M. again, all the more not just at work on the plane, but at the dacha, at our dacha! The embarrassment was caused by such a reason for gathering a family, which in the first place was not for the sake of my victory, and secondly it was such a reproach to me, saying “learn how to do it!”. Having retired from the city to a decent 50 kilometers, we finally got off the bus and, under the midday August sun, got to the dacha, unconsciously enjoying the fragrant nature. Upon entering the courtyard, we were the first to see parents who were cooking on a table located in the courtyard. Traditional family greetings began, and the logical question raised was, where are the young and lovers, the parents said that they were on the beach and would soon return to the general dinner. I immediately began to digest this information and found an exciting idea to inspect the house and find where they are located. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone remained in the courtyard to discuss what is being prepared today, and what other products we brought, I quickly crossed the yard and took off onto the porch, on which I immediately noticed women's M. sneakers, in which, apparently, she arrived yesterday . My heart was beating fast, and it seemed that the same pulsation to the beat was heard in my shorts. I entered the house, my eyes immediately ran through the possible rooms, trying to guess where they slept. Having walked around the entire first floor and left without a result, I logically concluded that the only remaining option is the second floor, consisting of one single bedroom, into which a spiral staircase leads. Briskly climbing on it, I was there.

First of all, I smelled her. Yes, it is she. She slept here, she stayed here, M.! The big bed was unfilled, with Vlad's underwear, M.'s black bra, and her lace panties were lying on the floor. I stared at it, parallel to my side sight, noticing her suitcase in the corner, the blue silk robe on the chair ... I could not tear myself away from this picture, as I could not touch it. I suddenly had a feeling that I was in the temple of my goddess, and here, as in a museum, there were inscriptions everywhere: “do not touch with your hands!”. In a very strange state, I went downstairs and was relieved to note that no one had yet reached the house, and therefore did not see my visit to the second floor. Having changed into country shorts and a T-shirt, I began to wait for Vlad and M. to return from the beach.

Everything was ready on the table when the cottage gate opened and they entered. She seemed even taller (she was even taller than him!), Dressed in a snow-white swimsuit, with a wide-brimmed light hat on her head and in large sunglasses - M. herself! Vlad in some shorts playing muscles led her around the waist and they greeted us. He led M. to the table in the yard to present her grandmother with an aunt. I, too, waved to her, continuing to stare at her slim and elastic body and trying to do it as imperceptibly as possible. Up to this point, I did not suspect that without an extra shape, it looks so slim and spectacular! She had incredibly slender legs, forgive me for repeating this. Muscular thighs, chiseled calves, gorgeous pop! A flat tummy and a second-sized chest also caused one delight! In the meantime, parents hurried them to quickly change into dry clothes and sit down at the table. The lovers went into the house and hiding from our view, somewhere on the porch, M. laughed playfully, obviously not at the most decent joke of Vlad. Dressing up bathing clothes for dry ones took them about 20 minutes, you yourself understand how jealous I took this, realizing that they probably didn’t manage without intimate sex, and surely they helped each other to get rid of wet things not without oral caress Then they joined the table, M. was wearing short blue shorts and a white T-shirt. For the first time I saw her with flowing hair, which quickly dried in the midday shadow, cast very much to the place located ... Read more →