Karmazin was lying on the bed.
He did not want to get up. Already several times he moved his body, but the low winter Sun found him through the gap between the old faded curtains.
- No, I don't want to get up positively! He said loudly.
- What? ... Did you say something? - came from the kitchen girlish voice.
“Good morning, I said,” Karmazin grumbled to himself.
A beautiful girl of twenty-six, a girl with a good figure, lush blond hair and no makeup on her face, entered the room.
- Well, Lesh! Come quickly, get up! I am already late! She said, curling her childish lips in a childish way.
- Maybe we should not? - Karmazin covered his eyes with his hand so as not to blinded the sun. - Maybe not today? He said softly.
- If not today, then it is again for a long time. Things I collected yours, - the girl took from a chair a men's shirt and straightened in a waiting pose.

Reluctantly, Karmazin climbed out from under the blanket and began to look around for panties.
- In the bathroom. I washed them. And socks there, - the girl solved his problems.
She looked at Karmazin with that strange expression on her face, which always gave her the look of his naked body. This body awoke in her the usual feeling of desire, which she was not going to hide.
Karmazin walked past his former Love, accompanied by her deep sigh.

They rode on its old, broken Zhiguli, and were silent. Several times he turned his head in her direction, but She did not look at him.
The memory constantly took him almost a year ago, when they met with mutual friends.
She then invited him to dance.
She chose him among many others and then dragged him to the "cup of coffee". When they came to her home, he immediately noticed traces of being in her one-room apartment of another man. But he didn't care who she was with him. The main thing is that they are together today. Everything else does not matter.

He never had women like She.
From their first night, more precisely, for several days in a row, he has fragmentary memories of something turbulent, beautiful, and all-consuming. At that time, he only woke up on Monday, sitting at work.

She called him on Wednesday and said she was waiting for him at home in the evening.
On the way, he bought flowers.
From the threshold, she threw herself on his neck.
When after half an hour Karmazin came to his senses from the first onslaught, he noted with satisfaction that there were no signs of the presence of another man around. The next day he moved in with her.

She was a strange woman.
At first he thought that for her sex is a sport. She could have sex anywhere, anytime and, most importantly, as long as she wanted. Any hint from his side was always understood by her unequivocally.
- I love you Love! - He whispered in her ear, but she did not hear him.
Their stormy, daily long hours of swimming seemed to leave no room for her words. And why should she have words, if it is so good without them.
And yet, somewhere there, deep in her beautiful eyes, he heard, heard her.
“You are here, near, in me. Dissolve in my body, my love. I am all yours, ”her eyes said:“ Why are the words, do you feel bad with me? Will the words make me better, closer, more desirable? Look into my eyes. There is music, poetry. I sing you a song. Love song Watch it. Read me. Love me".
So they fell asleep every day deep in the night. And every morning terribly did not want to get up.
But one day he suddenly realized that he was drifting, and this current was IT.
The realization that he no longer belongs to himself has stunned him.

It all started from that day.
From the day when Julia came to her, a friend from Theodosia. Julia had no relatives in Moscow and, naturally, stayed with them.
That evening, they sat in the kitchen for a long time, talked and drank the wine brought by Julia.
Girlfriends almost a year have not seen.
Julia studied in Moscow in the correspondence department of a university and came to Moscow only during the session.
Karmazin was then completely uninteresting to sit in the kitchen and listen to the steady chirping of her friends, but he sat. He even pretended that he was participating in a conversation about their mutual acquaintances, about whose existence he had not heard anything at all before tonight. He suddenly thought: “Her friend appeared in our house, and it turned out I don’t know anything about Her. It is strange why it did not occur to me before. It turns out that there are people to whom she also shows interest. He suddenly realized that he talked with Her only in her bed and in her car. They never even went together to the cinema or to the theater. ”

Karmazin suddenly suddenly startled and woke up. He looked at the girls talking and said cheerfully:
- Seems to be asleep.
- Leshka, go lie down. We still sit, okay? She leaned over the table, smacked him on the cheek and returned to the interrupted conversation.
He got up and walked uncertainly to the room. Whether the wine worked, or was very tired, but he walked like in a dream.
Karmazin was already asleep when he suddenly felt a light touch on his body with a cold hand. He lay wrapped in a sheet, and someone aggressively tried to stick his hand to his body through this kind of protection. Karmazin opened his eyes. In the pitch darkness, he nevertheless was able to see two naked girls' bodies lying at the edge of the bed in position 69. The stubborn hand finally made its way through the artificial barrier and squeezed Karmazin's member. Another, incomprehensibly whose, hand tried to pull the sheet from him, which she quickly enough managed, and both bodies crawled over him, filling all the space around.

Karmazin still tried to resist, but gradually began to fall into the power of long ecstasy. His arms, legs, face, chest, back became a solid erogenous zone, which felt on her elastic breasts, then slippery girlish crotch, then wet lips.
When the first rays of the morning summer sun, as usual, slashed him over his closed eyes, he woke abruptly. From the bathroom rang out the murmur of water and girlish laughter.
Karmazin got up and, staggering, walked over to the open door.
“Mermaids,” he thought as he woke up, looking at the girls washing in the bathroom, and remembered everything that had happened.
"What is it? How could I? ”He thought almost out loud. "I love her!"
Karmazin returned to the room and sat on the bed: “And she? Why did she do it? Maybe she? ... ". He suddenly felt deceived, used and crushed.

- Lesha. Lesh. Come to us, he heard from the bathroom. - We are waiting.
- I ... I now! - shouted Karmazin, but did not move.
Then, as if making a decision, he quickly got up, got hastily dressed and ran out into the street.

The whole day passed in some kind of fog. At work did not work. Strange thoughts climbed into his head.
She did not call. Neither at lunch or in the evening before the end of work, as usual.
Her home phone was also silent, but Karmazin did not know the worker.
When he returned in the evening, her car at the entrance was not there, and she was not at home either.
He stayed all night near the phone, waited. But it was all in vain. She did not come the next day. Only three days later in the evening, sitting in the kitchen, he heard the sound of a turning key in the corridor.
Karmazin jumped up and saw Her, Julia and some unfamiliar guy.
- Leshka, this is Sergey. Sergey, this is Lesha! - She chirped, as if nothing had happened. - Do we have something to eat? - I want to eat awfully.

He suddenly, unexpectedly for himself, ... immediately forgave her. He shook Sergei’s outstretched hand, kissed her cheek, and smiled in response to Julia’s smile, and reached into the refrigerator.
The evening went on as usual. Again they sat in the kitchen, drank wine and talked merrily about mutual acquaintances whom he had never seen before. And again he almost fell asleep at the table, but he caught himself in time.
“I am going to sleep,” said Karmazin languidly, getting up.
- In! - Sergey was surprised, having looked at hours, - Yes, already two hours. And we also have to go.
With these words, he got up, grabbed Yulya in his arms and went with her to the room.
Karmazin ...