Hello, dear readers.Before starting a narrative, a little preface. I have been sitting on this site for a long time and reading every story laid out by one or another author.I am writing for the first time, so be stricter) I want to express special respect and respect to the authors of the stories “Contrary to the Fifth Time of the Year” and “Love has come in unnecessarily, unreintering”.Your stories inspired me to write my.Now let’s start.
-I did so, because I love you!-He shouted at me.
-And to me to shit!-I blurted out.-I `m sick of you!Get out of here! I got to me myself, but I knew that I did not love you.
After these words, tears rolled from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and falling on the carpet.Then I realized that I blurted out a lot of superfluous and untruthful.
-R…Rum, wait.Do not Cry.No, wait, don’t leave.-I said, following him along the corridor.
Cotton is the first.The cheek began to burn.I fell into a trance, looking into his eyes.There was sadness and resentment in his eyes.Resentment of such injustice.
The second clap.And this is already the door.Everything, kapets, he left.
I ran out into the stairwell, but it has already left.Crap.
Well, I will introduce you into details.We met him in the library.I am in college at the correspondence faculty and work as a librarian.Work is not difficult, there is enough income, one live.
And now, I am sitting at my table in the library, and he comes up to me and asks:
-Sorry, where can I find the books of Alexander Dyuma?
-I’ll take you away, follow me.
Getting out of the table, I led him in the vastness of the library.
-You are interested in them?-I started the conversation.
-Yes.Really like his books.From the age of 13 he began to read.-He answered.
-And how old are you?
I looked at him, evaluating my eyes and trying to guess his age.He looked at 15.Not tall, briefly cut, pimples on the forehead.”Ha.-I grinned mentally.-transitional age, probably.”
-I am 17.-He said calmly.
I am awesome.17?!
-Yes, you are joking, guy.-I said, looking in surprise.
-Roma me. And I’m not joking. I really 17.-He said as if excuses for making excuses, looking at me.Not beautiful and not scary, as I noticed.A cute scar that walked perpendicular to the eyebrow above the eyebrow.
I did not answer.Having wrapped in one of the racks with books, I said:
-Here, choose.
He began to rummage in books, and I went to my place.Well, again boring.A few minutes passed and I heard the sound of falling books.What kind of sound is there, roar!Frightened by the fact that a whole stand with books fell there, I quickly ran to that place.Having wrapped it, I saw my new acquaintance lies, all littered with books.
-Op!Why are you standing here ?
-I hug with books.-He said maliciously.-help me.
I began to collect books from him, putting them in place.When he almost freed himself, he helped me to take them away by postponing only one book.
-You take it?-I nodded to the book I.
-Yes.
-Come on, I will write down.
When the book was already recorded, I just watched it leaves, and then the devil pulled me to shout.
-Stop.
-What?-He asked, turning around.
-By the way, to call Stas. AND..see you.
He nodded and went out, and after that we saw each other.More than once.We started talking, we had a lot in common, and soon we knew a lot about each other.
I liked him, but no more.I did not allow it to fall in love, it hurts..And here he is…
One evening he came to me.Then it was raining outside the window and he was all wet.
-Hey what are you? He walked in the rain?Well come in.-I pushed him to my apartment, and it was already taken to the kitchen, when suddenly.He hugged me tightly.
-Stas, I love you.Very much.-He whispered.
-You are sure?-I mumbled in surprise.
-Yes.I love you.
I did not know how I felt, but something pushed me and I said.
-Once, then, then.
Having decided to find out how I feel, I raised his face by the chin and kissed the lips.He answered a kiss, accele my lips to suck.And as if fertilizing, I began to kiss him more passionately, hugging him tightly, climbing to him under his jacket.
And now we are already on the bed, and I hang over him and shower his body with kisses.His fragile, young body, frequent breathing, stroking his hands and fidgeting on the bed, all this turned me on and pushed me to caress.After thinking that the caresses is enough, I decided to take the next step.
Taking the cream from the tumber from a standing bedside table and turning Romka over the stomach, I spread his buttocks and began to lubricate his hole abundantly, and then my dick..Having kissed him on the shoulder, I whisper.
-A little patience.
Putting the head of the penis to his lubricated anus, I slowly began to enter.Thanks to lubrication, the head entered immediately and I continued to enter.Soon my whole member was in him, I scored more air into the lungs and began cautious tremors.He exhaled noisily to them, squeezing the sheet.I knew that it hurt him, and therefore stroked his back, kissed her, bite her to at least relax him a little.And now I’m already moving freely in it, and he waves to me and groans quietly.I moved in it faster and soon finished abundantly, gently moaning.He finished after bending his back.I left it and fell nearby.My eyes were closed and I felt how I fell asleep..
Waking up, I saw Romka looking at me, stroking my hair.I jumped like an scalded one, moving a little from him.A picture of yesterday flashed before my eyes.Crap!
-Romka.Romka, I’m sorry.I’m sorry.-I rolled nervously, looking at him.
-What are you?Do not be afraid, it was hard to hurt me, don’t apologize.-He got up and kissed me on the cheek.
-I am not talking about that.Rom, I don’t love you.
-Then why did you do it?-He asked almost crying.
-To find out what I feel for you.But..But you know, Rom, let’s be together.Let’s?And I will try to love you, honestly.-I hugged him tightly, clinging to me.He was silent and I took it for consent.
A month of our life has passed.Everything was fine until it happened.
I was sitting at the table and then SMS came to me.I opened it and saw the content.”I love you, my sun))” . I sat in out and stared at the screen.The number was unknown to me.We made a mistake with the number, probably.But then Romka came in and, seeing my stupor, looked at the phone screen.I saw his eyes expand and filled with anger.I have already opened my mouth in order to explain everything, but then he tugged my phone and called the sender’s number.From that end of the line there was a female “Hell” and Romka yelled into the phone.
-He is mine!Hear, bitch?!He is mine, and I will not give it to you!You hear, fucking, he is mine!My!-He shook this, while the poor girl tried to make excuses.-I will not give it!-He shouted and sent my phone to the wall.
Anger surged at me, I don’t know what, and I hit him in the face.
-Why did you do that?After all, she tried to justify herself, explain, and you didn’t even bother to listen, an idiot.-I screamed.
-I did so, because I love you!-He shouted at me.
-And to me to shit!-I blurted out.-I `m sick of you!Get out of here! I got to me myself, but I knew that I did not love you.
And then you know what happened.
A few days have passed.I could not get through to him, he did not appear at home, at school too.
Then I realized that I missed it and I miss him.Already I was all over, waited.The week has passed imperceptibly, but it was not there.I rang all my eyes.It was very bad.I already regretted that I yelled on him.And I also realized that I fell in love with him.After all, he was all the time.He was gentle, and I tried to answer tenderness.He took me, and I tried to worry him less.He loved me, and I tried to love him in response.I missed him so much.Then I found his T -shirt in the closet.Inhaled her smell, fell to his knees and cried, mentally praying, so that he would come.That would forgive me.
-Romka, come back, my little one, please.
Another hell has passed a long week, I did not go to work.In this state, I could not do anything.Lying on his bed and breathing in the smell of the Romkin body, I recalled how good we were.How we watched horror films together and ate popcorn, how we walked around the park, how he prepared a hawchik, and cried again.There was a call at the door.I rushed to the door and opened it and saw Romka.
-Roma.-I whispered, smiling.I hugged him tightly, pressing him to me.
-Sorry, but what you do?-Speak a completely alien voice.
I bounced, because it was not Romka, but a completely different guy in a courier costume.I almost howled from pain and resentment, only clenching my fists.
-Ermashov Stanislav Alekseevich?-The guy continued in a slightly frightened voice.
-Yes.
-You are a package.Please sign.
He handed me paper and pen.Signing up, they handed them out a small box.I opened it and saw an earring.This is an earring that Roma always wore in the left ear.With her there was a note of this content: “Wear this earring, only on it I will find out that it is you”.Having fallen to my knees, I howled, pressing this box to my chest.
Half a year has passed, it has not yet been found.I wear this earring and still love my Romka and wait.I know that he will find me.I believe that he will return and we will be together again.Only I and He.My Romka.
Readers, my dear, talk about your feelings on time.Do not act on the principle of “you need to lose in order to start appreciate”. I beg you, tell your loved ones now that you love them.If you do not have a loved one, then tell your parents.If you do not have them, tell your friends, and if there are no friends, go out into the street and tell any person oncoming.And if you are shy, then tell this to your favorite toy.But please tell me.I beg you, because your loved ones are waiting for these words.Please do not hesitate.Fate is cunning, today your beloved person is with you, but tomorrow he is not.Talk about your feelings on time, do not wait for the extreme moment.
With respect and love your outbreak of inspiration.
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