The rubbish that was condemned to me in a long glass of a full -faced bartender was called romantic – "cognac punch". Cognac did not smell, smelled of bugs. At another time, I would not be afraid to throw out this lieutenant of famous organs into the face (I determined the ranks of the crustacean of the tavern) his lead swill. But that day I was happy with everything. After nine years, during which I have constantly seen only the disgusting physiognomies of my winter comrades, and periodically – penguins and white bears, I was pleased to smoke in the bones of it again among normal people, to hear a new strange music, in the beat of which according to the wallsmulti -colored lights jumped briskly.
Nine years of periodic polar expeditions crossed out my previous life, or rather, gave her a new meaning. They became a so-shaped barrier between me and the girl, thanks to which I was forced to ruffled my head from what was expensive since childhood and, thank God, this barrier could not go back.
Everyone knows that the killer is drawn to the crime scene. But why does the innocent person so uncontrollably lead to the place of trouble? After all, it was in this bar that nine years ago I…
I was eighteen years old, and Marina and I were sitting at the table that a little away from the rest. Then there was a table green lamp on it. And in the greenish light, Marina with her loose black hair, so shining with silkiness that they seemed wet, appeared in front of me with a sad mermaid. Eyes were greenly green, and her lips, which she always painted brightly, gave a slightly predatory expression in a general tender face. Only a wreath of water lily not enough… I held her by both hands and gasped silently. I resolved the question of how to cover my most important jewel that has risen under jeans when we get up from the table. To tame my younger brother was completely unthinkable, and I doused myself cold at the thought that Marina, noticing him, would think something bad about my intentions regarding her.
It was great my surprise when she, dropping her eyelashes to the Dol (their shadows immediately covered her face to the chin), spoke a deaf voice transparently:
– You know, this is always dreary always alone in the evenings…
I swallowed saliva, choked and lovingly stroked my brother under the table. Marina held out her hand with her palm up, which I began to kiss the balgly, not yet knowing what to do next.
But Marina behaved simply and at ease, as Niv, nothing happened to me in the front door, when I hesitated at the entrance, then in the elevator, and from there already in the apartment. At the same time, she enthusiastically told me about her trip to Czechoslovakia, however, slamming the door, cutting herself at half -word and turned abruptly to me. My neck was in a warm ring of smooth hands and I crazy grabbed her in a hug with the last confused thought: "After all, I am already eighteen – it’s time to try a woman for a long time". I vaguely imagined what to do, but nature and lust suggested. I picked up Marinin’s blouse and began to iron a velvety thin back, counting his fingers with sharp vertebrae and guessing the tubercles of moles. Marina caressed, meanwhile, my smaller brother, who increased almost three times with pleasure, was pressed against him with the bottom of the abdomen and led her hips.
In the meantime, I quickly got to the lace of the bra, suddenly something clicked there quickly, and he unfastened. My fingers were wet and trembled, and my cheeks burned so that I was afraid to accidentally touch them to her – suddenly I would burn! Having licked and biting my lip, I boldly launched my hands under the cups of the bra and felt two tiny rough hillocks of nipples that were just soft and suppressed under my palms. I felt an uncontrollable desire to touch them with my mouth, draw into myself, and – collapsed to my knees, and since Marina was very small in stature, I immediately reached my goal. Her breasts were tasteless, or rather, they felt in my mouth like a foreign body, but I could not force myself to come off from them. Meanwhile, my hands healed with a separate life, a wild desire that grabbed me, like a wave, made me forget all boyish scurry. Marina, also trembling and panting in the combat with moans, unfastened her skirt, and I could only tear it to the floor with panties. Then I, already completely brave and triumphant, buried my face in a thorny curly triangle under the rounded start of the abdomen, at the same time began to lick it with his tongue and revel in the smell of the female, who was ready to surrender to the male, until then. And, completely losing my head, I knocked the girl on a straw rug. Marina’s head was requested, her eyes were idiotic and intelligently faded, a thin set of a damp tongue leaned out from under the relaxed lips, and her whole mouth became similar to the ready-made admission of my younger brother with a tense crotch.
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