I turned the phone in my hand. You have to be a man. I dial her number.

“Yes ...” She answers quietly.

- Hello. - With an artificial smile, I say.

- Hello. - Quiet and freshly heard in the tube.

Silence for a couple of seconds.

- Have you seen? - I said. Everything is clear already, what is there to pretend.

- Yes.

But for some reason, this her “Yes” seemed to hit my chest with a hammer. I already knew that YES. And so I knew! But “Yes”, said in a quiet, gentle voice of Julia, literally impressed me into the chair on which I was sitting.

- Do you like her? Are you dating her? - she continued quietly.

- No, I do not meet.

- Mmm ... Just like that, ordinary slut?

This word was hard to expect from Julia. Although. In fact, that's right. And then there you can not understand, if not meeting. Julia saw everything perfectly.

- Something like this.

- Okay. - On the exhale, she said, more cheered voice. “This is your business, after all.” Sorry I wrote. Just ... But no, nothing. See you tomorrow, okay?

- Um ... yes, of course. In the dining room?

- Yes. I'll go in an hour. Will you come?

- Yes of course.

- Good. Okay. Until.

- Until.

I wake up. Even without meeting her, I managed to offend her. And now, she probably sits with wet eyes and looks at the message about the completed call. The chest squeezed. Eyes lit. The moisture came out for ever, could not resist and trickled down the cheek.

I launched the phone into the wall with all my might. Plastic toy with a dull sound shattered into several large fragments.

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr,” I growled, not restraining myself.

I rushed into the kitchen, opened the top kitchen cabinet. He took out a half-empty bottle of brandy, which did not wait for any reason to be devastated. Three piles were loaded into me without too much difficulty. Having collected all the remaining internal forces, I went to the bed and fell asleep without taking off my clothes.

The next day I met Julia at work. But not in the dining room. We just crossed in the office, exchanged greetings and a couple of common phrases. She did not look depressed, answered me, as if nothing had happened. And I was already sure that she was all over. And I gave it myself, with my own hands. But this is better than a heavy parting in a year and a half. At the end of the day, she asked me to go to her on Friday evening. When I asked why, she answered something unintelligible, but, sort of like, it was about some kind of help. I felt guilty before her and could not refuse. If you pretend to be a hose, then, in general, I have nothing to be offended with. I did not give her any promises and oaths of loyalty. We have not even met. That date was more like a friendly trip to the exhibition. Therefore, formally, I was clean. And if I refused, citing the fact that we need to put an end between us, it could look silly, because there was nothing to put an end to. My personal life is my own business, and she just asked for help as a colleague. But in the case, it was clear that I was not quite right. And now what? Is it all on the brakes? Julia saw everything. I think I understood a lot. It was as if I was specifically holding myself back so that the situation would become irreparable, and I, seeing her hopelessness, calmly satisfied with this. This is an approach based on excuses for weakness and weak-willedness. But so far, everything went that way.

I knew where she lived, although I never visited her again. I was very worried, because I did not know the true reasons for which she called me. I think that if she tries to seduce me, I cannot resist her. And I will do what I want to do for a long time. I hold her tight, close to me.I will whisper in my ear gentle words and beg to forgive me. Yes! I will do it. Or maybe ... do it anyway? What am I doing? I made such an important and, in fact, fateful decision just now, having already entered the courtyard of her house. I don't even have time to weigh everything. I had two days. And everything that I did, it only scrolled in my head that very episode at the office, and so, with a thought edge, I touched plans for the weekend, thinking already to go to the club.

I think no. No clubs. No whores. Julia Sobolev, a girl who likes me, who is madly in love with me. She is now at home, in five minutes I will see her. No more thoughts. Go all to hell. No special moment is needed to break this circle. New life can not start tomorrow or the first day of the next month. It can be started only in one single moment. Now! Just now. If you do not do it now, the moment will run forward, and it will never begin. No need to prepare for it, no need to think about it. Everything is already thought out for a hundred times.

I got the phone. His old phone, which a couple of years ago threw dust on the shelf. Now, it came in handy to me after I broke my new one. Need to call, I do not know the apartment.

The display of the phone tells me that there is a new message. Old model Immediately not visible from whom the message came. You have to go to the menu, open the list. Message from Julia! “Intercom code 3432, second floor, apartment 5. The door will open, go through. ". I froze for a moment. Surprise, gradually turning into fear. Fear of the unknown. Do girls so often invited to visit, asking for a service? The door is open, come on ... It's like? Why will it be open?

I timidly dialed the code of the intercom, walked into the entrance. My whole mood for apologies and the desire to be with Julia lost his balance. But not collapsed. I'm feeling it. I also want to do all that I thought about, going to the door of the entrance. A little strange SMS should not confuse me. Otherwise, such a mood is worthless.

I run a couple of stairways, walk up to the front door. I take the handle, the blood in the body freezes. My hand presses on a curved smooth piece of metal, and the door opens. I enter the hallway. There is no one in it. I look around, to the left is a corridor leading, apparently, to the room, and right in front of me there is a view of the kitchen. I only take off my shoes, deciding to stay in my jacket for now, because without a direct visual invitation, it is embarrassing for me to take it off and hang it on a hook, as if in my home. I just want to shout out to Julia, but I hear some sounds in the room on the left. Carefully, I walk into the corridor to a sounding sound like those of someone's voice. Although, the thought visits me that it would be nice to let me know about my presence, so as not to frighten her or take her by surprise. But it occurred to me that it was too late, because I took another step and I entered the room and froze from the picture before me. A large black sofa on which there are two men, one of whom is sitting on it, the second is on top, and between them ... Julia. The bottom man roughly clasping her buttocks, who sit on a big strong cock, moves apart in different directions, the one above, puffs like a steam locomotive, hugging her by the neck and pressing her to his strong hairy body, he eats into her Anal hole its weighty member. She moans, opening her mouth. Such a spectacle as two men simultaneously penetrate the female flesh, I only saw in my porn movies. Her head turns to me, our eyes intersect. A slight squeezed smile appears on her lips. My view rolls down below myself; I can see everything perfectly from this point. Even too clearly visible, as if this is a picture deftly caught by a skilled cameraman. Wet excited squishing flesh, slapping bodies against each other, coarse male breathing blends with a gentle female moan.

- Do you like whores? - She asks me, looking with her sharp eyes directly at me. - I will be her for you. - Just a couple of her languid groans, - do you like, Seryozha ...?

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