.. and both understood that they wanted this meeting ... both understood that it was a bloody pool, dangerous and treacherous, which could absorb them, dragging them deeper and deeper into their quagmire, and destroy them ... but they could not live without it. .. at least try ... at least to touch the come true fantasy.

The morning met a pale gray sky from which small drops of rain were splashing. In this weather, you want to sit at home, or in a warm cozy half-empty cafe, with a mug of hot tea or coffee by the window, look outside and enjoy the contrast of internal comfort and dank weather outside. And, perhaps, Sergey had a chance to get all these feelings, because he woke up, as he had planned, at seven in the morning and began to gather in such a cozy half-empty cafe, with large windows facing the cobblestone street. Could ... but apparently under other circumstances. The excitement of the upcoming meeting did not allow paying attention to such nuances. He carefully smoothed his light-colored jeans, his blue shirt ... he stood in front of the mirror for a long time, in order to accurately assess his appearance. For half an hour he left the house. He wanted to arrive at the place for about fifteen minutes early, in order to have a reserve in time and in no case be late for this meeting.

Masha began her morning like Sergei, even her awakening took place at a similar time. With the choice of clothes she has not decided on the evening. After all, she wanted her appearance and behavior from this meeting to correspond to the nature of their emerging relationships. She chose black tight leggings, a white short, tight-fitting shirt and a black strict waistcoat, wearing a light dark gray cloth raincoat. She wanted to look stern but sexy. She understood that the black leggings, who sat tightly on her legs, obscenely and frankly emphasized her flawless leg shapes, and her short shirt vulgarly left her buttocks uncovered. She loved these pants, but she didn’t wear them often, because her innate modesty still affected and sometimes made people feel ashamed of burning men’s and envious women’s views. Today, she wanted to be desired for Sergey. Desired and inaccessible. She certainly needs to be sexy, and he will not have the slightest doubt in his desires, which he is afraid and ashamed.

Sergey went to the cafe for twenty minutes. Fifty meters to the entrance, he unwittingly slowed his pace. His hands, holding an umbrella, trembled a little. Whether the weather was damp, or the feeling of fear before a woman, unprecedented to this day, made him literally shudder, a shiver went from inside, shaking all his gut, and then his hands. A condition similar to fever, as if his body is infected with a virus. Going to the door, he grabbed the wet handle, which gave a cool light in his warm hands. He hesitated for a couple of seconds. Only now he realized that he had not come up with the introductory word. For all this time, he did not think about the first words that he would say to Masha. From this thought, his heart pounded even harder, from the inside to the surface of the body the blood brought acid-burning heat, as happens just before passing the difficult and responsible exam.

“Rather, it is not yet ... I did come in advance. Or maybe, well, it's ... It's not too late ... “He looked around. There was no one else on the street. He let go of the doorknob and took a step back.

“But what am I doing this? Like a schoolboy of some kind. Well, let's talk, well, no one is forcing now to give a decision. We will talk and disperse, there will still be time to refuse. After all ... after, there will be the fulfillment of my dream. I wanted it this way, imagined it in my deepest fantasies, and now I'm gone? What am I losing? ” These thoughts gave him confidence.He tried to imagine as clearly as possible all the disappointment that he would get if he just left now. And he tried to push himself inside this cafe.

He again, but tightly and confidently, took the handle and opened the door.

Inside it was warm, soft yellowish light flat on the tables and walls. Played quiet calm music. Somewhere at the end of the hall at the table sat a guy with a girl and talked about something sluggishly. The waiters and the bartender warmly greeted him. Sergey nodded to them with a tense smile and walked to a table at the corner farthest from the bar, near the window itself. Along the way, he looked around the room again to make sure that Masha was no longer sitting at a table somewhere. It became easier for him because she was not there yet.

"Maybe it will not come." Sergey caught himself thinking that he would not even be offended by her if she did not come. From this thought he felt somehow sad. What is this? Doesn't he want Masha to come? Of course she does. Only here the situation in which he will sit for half an hour and leave, and not waiting for his “Madam”, pleases him no less than the desire to meet with her. He didn't like it. This meant that he was still afraid that those inner mantras that he vigorously pronounced in his head did not help much.

“So, okay. I say hello, and then you just need to have a calm conversation. This is not difficult. " Here the waiter approached him. Sergey immediately ordered coffee with milk and simple shortbread cookies. He did not want to look at the menu now. His attention was riveted on the front door.

The waiter quickly brought the order and left. Sergei touched a mug of coffee, from which there was a pleasant warm aroma. He tried a little and put the mug in place. Coffee seemed somehow bland. As if the body was now refusing to take any sensations, as if all the nerve endings were compressed into a lump located in the middle of the chest.

Side view of Sergei snatched the silhouette, which seemed outside the window. It was Maria. She was wearing a gray coat, holding an umbrella in her hands. Her loose straight blonde hair swayed slightly to the beat of her confident steps.

"Oh, Lord ...". Sergey took a deep breath. "The main thing is to behave normally and not do any nonsense."

The door was boiled and Masha entered the cafe. She smiled at the waiters who greeted her and said that they should wait for her here. I took a step into the hall and found Sergei looking at him, who timidly gave her a wave of his hand.

She walked over to him, clattering on her heels, then turned her back and face to the hanger to take off her raincoat. Sergey's eyes immediately fell on her excellent buttocks, covered with leggings. A soft and pleasant excitement immediately ran inside him. Masha sat down in front of Sergei, took the menu, flipped through and also ordered a cup of coffee from a quickly arriving waiter.

Masha looked at him. To Sergei, she seemed somehow fresh and light as opposed to his severe inner turmoil. She had never seen him so embarrassed. Even today, she realized that it didn’t even matter to her that Sergey was with her and loved her and adored, it was more important for her that he wasn’t with the other, so that he didn’t embrace her, neither he kissed, nor spent time with her. And now this opportunity is there. And Masha should take the initiative in their hands, so that their relationship took place.

- Look, Serge. Since we both came here, it turns out that you and I both would like to try exactly this kind of relationship with each other. Is that right? Otherwise, someone from us was not here. - Masha was the first to start a conversation, breaking the established short silence.

- Yes, right. - Sergey answered. He tried to overcome the constraint.

“She already knows everything about me. And once I came here, I am ready for anything, and this does not contradict her inner convictions and desires. So everything is good ... didn’t I want to? ”- Sergey tried to calm himself. Self-conviction had a little effect on him, helping him to calm down and more openly and freely talk about the topic for which they met here today.

- We also understand that we have a little constraint ...Since the topic is a bit delicate and not quite normal. But nonetheless. We have already corresponded so much, so much have told each other that, I think, we should be more relaxed and open. This first stage of lapping will not go anywhere, it will be, but I hope it is fast ... Read more →