Alex

I see that the girl doubts, although she pretends to be brave and uninhibited. What for? I don't understand what's going on in these idiots' heads. They themselves impose themselves on an unfamiliar peasant, and then agree to go home to him. What if a pervert had been in my place? You have to think with your brains, and then climb into bed with the first person you meet.

In general, this day did not work out in the morning. First, dad took out his brains, you see, my half-sister has a birthday soon, you must definitely come to her holiday. This is a family event, and I'm part of our castrated family. My mother left her native nest nine years ago - so I still have not seen her. She sped away with her young lover into the sunset. And a couple of times a year he sends me animated pictures with wishes of happiness and health. Fulfills his parental duty perfectly.

After talking with my father, I went to the gym, I had to lose steam. This game of a strong family annoys me. She broke up a long time ago. Everyone has their own life. Why arrange stupid meetings and come to the birthday of the so-called sister? I specifically went to another country so as not to play by my father's rules. In general, I am not a family person and far from traditions.

I thought I’d digress on Romanych’s birthday, but it didn’t work out. My ex-lover, with whom I slept from time to time five years ago, came to the restaurant. And it's obvious that Dasha didn't end up here by pure chance. She even intended to come to me abroad, but I did not allow it. I had someone to fuck with. And I never looked for a serious relationship.

- I missed you so much! Dasha squealed as soon as she saw me. She threw herself into her arms, then brazenly sat down at our table with friends. Like a leech sucked into me. And when I realized that I didn’t care, I switched to the drunk Larik. She flirted with him so frankly that it made me sick. I do not like these games, the desire to cause jealousy, stupid performances with bad acting.

My father called me again, I went outside to talk to him. And when I returned, this strange girl Christina ran into me.

- Are you in a car? she asks, hugging her shoulders.

- Yes. I drank, so the driver will take us. You can wait inside if you are cold, - I point to the right car, but the girl does not move from her place. Only bites his plump lips. I'm on them for the second time.

- What are you going to do?

— Smoking.

I take out a pack, take out a cigarette and click the lighter. I take a drag, blow thick smoke. I smoked for four years, and as soon as I returned here, I immediately remembered the bad habit.

“I’ll probably stand with you,” Christina says quietly.

- Didn't you change your mind? I appeal to her voice of reason. In any case, I won’t return for Romanych’s birthday, but she can still jump off.

- Not! the stranger declares belligerently. I like her determination.

“And how often do you take revenge on your ex in this way?” I chuckle. I inhale, I exhale.

- Today for the first time.

- And what happened? I ask. I don't care what kind of drama a stranger is going on, but I don't want to stand in silence either.

- Ex-boyfriend ... found out that I love him. And he laughed at my feelings,” the girl says in a trembling voice. He also read my diary.

“Shit,” I conclude. I throw a half-smoked cigarette into the urn and turn to the squeezed companion: - Well, let's go?

She bats her long eyelashes and looks at me as if she expected other words. Her eyes are beautiful, an unusual blue color. But most of all I like her lips. If a girl is ready to sleep with the first person she meets because of a jerk ex, well, it's not for me to judge her. But then don't expect vanilla boring sex.

Member twitches as soon as I imagine Christina on her knees. I squint. It's time to end the prelude and go to me.

- Can I have a cigarette? the girl asks timidly as soon as I take a step towards the car.

- Do you smoke too?

- Not. But I want to try. You know, those exes,” she laughs tightly and shakes her head.

OK. I hand her a cigarette, bring the lighter, and Christina takes an uncertain puff. And immediately coughs.

“Strong,” she mutters with tears in her eyes.

He inhales again and coughs again. I snatch the cigarette from her cold fingers and toss it in the trash.

- It doesn't suit you. And ruining your health because of a stupid asshole who is not capable of empathy is a crappy idea.

How caring we are! Christina snorts. And he looks accusingly, as if I should be ashamed.

But with me such a feint will not work. Decided to be mature and vindictive? Okay, let's prepare for the consequences.

I go to the car and by the sound of my heels I understand that Christina is following me. Stubborn.

- How far is your apartment? she asks, carefully slamming the car door.

- No, - I answer and say to Kostya, my driver: - Let's go.

"You're not very talkative, are you?" - the girl says indignantly.

She did not seduce me very skillfully, but at least she tried. And now he doesn't even try to flirt. And she looks scared, like she was dragged into the car by force.

Blue eyes flash brightly in the darkness of the cabin as I pull Christina by the arm and seat her on my lap. She rests her palms on my shoulders, squeaks indignantly, but I crush her resistance in a few seconds. I squeeze a thin waist and a whole girl in the neck. Christina immediately freezes, gasps in surprise and begins to tremble in my arms.

That's much better. Let him relax a little and stop remembering the former.

At home, I won't be so patient anymore.

2.2

Alex called himself a stupid asshole. At that moment, I wanted to confess everything to him. Tell about your pain and resentment, which even after five years freeze in the depths of your soul.

But I kept silent. Because I only have this night.

The night when I can finally fulfill my dream and be close to Alex. Even if all he wants is my body, okay, I'll deal with it somehow.

What if he falls in love with me?

But for this to happen, you need to behave differently.

When Alex picks me up and sits me on his lap, I gasp. From fear, from indignation, from anticipation of what will happen next. I have almost no experience. Somehow it didn't work out. I study, I earn extra money on the Internet, but I don’t hang out with guys. Nobody likes it.

Except for Alex.

He presses me against his hot chest and kisses my neck. He runs his tongue along the skin, tasting it. Resistance bursts like a soap bubble. I tremble and reach for him. I can't believe Alex is doing this. That he touches me.

He is breathing heavily, I feel that he is turned on by what is happening. I sob, digging my nails into strong male shoulders. Throwing back his head, allowing you to kiss the throat, the hollow between the collarbones, the collarbones themselves.

Alex tugs at the thin strap of her dress, exposing her shoulder. Runs her fingers over it, up and down, slowly, teasingly. And looks into my face. Inquisitively so, greedily.

“Your eyes are unusual,” he says, his voice vibrating with excitement.

“Thank you,” I whisper. And my chest is getting colder.

Alex is suspicious. The blue color is quite rare, it was necessary to buy brown lenses.

Have we met anywhere before? he suddenly asks, pulling back a little.

“N-no, I would remember you,” I lick my lips, dry from excitement.

Alex looks at them and his face changes. The jaw is tense, in the eyes - the purest lust. His palms move on my hips, pushing up my dress, sliding up unceremoniously. I stop him.

“If you want to go all the way, then you must do everything I say. It's clear? he presses intonation. - Shy doesn't interest me. So either you stop playing hard to get, or my driver will take you home.

He is still rude, cold and unbearable. I would have turned down any other guy a long time ago, but not Alex. My love for him is stronger than reason.

“I understand you,” I nod. What else is left for me?

He frowns, causing a slight crease between his brows. I give in to my desires and touch my fingertips to his forehead. I want to smooth out this fine wrinkle, destroy it forever.

I remember Alex thoughtful and serious. A little even aloof. But one day I saw how he communicates with friends. With them he laughed, joked, was carefree and happy. Why did he turn into an ice statue at home that no one can melt? Did he really hate me and my mother so much? But for what?

His father was divorced a long time ago, and my mother is a widow, so no family was affected. No lovers, betrayals and betrayals. One chance meeting changed the fate of several people. Mom found her happiness, and I knew all the delights of the first feelings.

Alex intercepts my hand. He shakes his head in displeasure. He does not like my initiative.

- What are you doing? he asks.

- You're too stressed. I want to help, - I pull my hand out of his grip and again smooth out the wrinkle between the eyebrows. At the same time, I smile. I like to touch him.

“I intend to relieve tension in another way,” he declares rudely, while pressing me into his body so that I understand exactly what he is talking about.

Oika, when I feel his readiness with my hip. What is happening is so wild and frank that it throws me into a fever. No, I'm not shy or touchy, but it's still too much.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I only kissed boys twice. Nothing more depraved in my life happened. As I said, there were other interests.

And now I intend to jump into the bed with my half-brother.

Gods, what am I doing?

“You have a beautiful forehead,” I say. “And by your actions, you will in no way forbid me from touching you.

"You're something with something," he shakes his head. But it doesn't push my hand away anymore. Watching. He squints a little, and in dim lighting his eyes appear almost black.

“You don’t know how to give compliments, Alexander,” I jokingly mutter.

He still squeezes my thighs, but at least the dress doesn't lift up anymore. The car slides into the corner smoothly and my fingers slide off his forehead. Now I feel the sharpness of the stubble. He's got a slight streak.

Drawing in air into my burning lungs, I run the edge of my hand along his cheek. I feel my chin. And gently touch the pads to closed lips. Five years ago, I dreamed of knowing their taste. I dreamed that my first kiss would happen with Alex. But time passed, and my naive desires never came true. Another guy stole a kiss from me.

- I like your lips. You know, they're not too thin, which I can't stand, and they're not puffy, like those sugary fashion models.

- What are they then?

He has a slightly hoarse voice. I hope that's how I feel about him. I make you worry, I awaken interest, and not just primitive desires that are concentrated below the belt.

“As a child, I was a curious child. She stuck her nose in something that wasn't her business. And I read a couple of romance novels. So, there it was said about the sensual bending of male lips. Yours is exactly like that. This bend.

I take a deep breath and remove my hand. For a fraction of a second. I can't suppress my desires, so I bury my hand in Alex's hair. And I lean down to run my lips down his neck. Inhale the concentrated woody scent of his perfume. Dissolve into our closeness.

He is breathing heavily. And he is tense all over, as if he was not used to being touched, kissed, studied. Alex only takes, I'm not sure that he knows how to give. Therefore, it is strange that he generally allows himself to be touched.

I run his hair through my fingers, look into his eyes. The car slows down, we're at a traffic light, I guess. I completely forgot that we are not alone, that a stranger can watch us. But none of that matters. Today I am not me at all, but a desperate girl who wants to seduce her lover.

“You smell great,” I say sincerely.

I lean into Alex and kiss his neck again. Then to the chin. I run my nose across his cheek. I squint as he lifts the hem of my dress and strokes my sensitive skin.

Enough compliments. I'm not used to them," he says irritably. But for some reason I don't believe him. If Alex did not like my words, he would have shut my mouth a long time ago.

- Still ahead. You will definitely get used to them,” I assure him.

And I bite my lip involuntarily. Because Alex is squeezing my buttocks. I'm wearing only a lace thong under the dress, and for the first time I understand that I am in the power of a man.

No matter how much I brag, I'm still scared.

But that's the way it should be the first time. No matter how many articles I read on the Internet, it does not matter, because reality is much more complicated than any educational texts.

"You're in a hurry," I say softly. And I fidget on Alex, trying to free myself a little, hinting that he should remove his paws from my buttocks.

It is impossible to be a fatal temptress. Apparently, one cannot redraw one's nature, even if circumstances require it.

Alex raises his left eyebrow. And I immediately remember his words: either I leave, or I do everything he says.

I don't like to jump right into dessert. I want to be in a moment of waiting. And anticipation. You know, if you immediately pounce on a delicious red wine, you will lose half the buzz. To begin with, you should consider it, bring it to the light to see all the shades, then shake it up a little and smell it. The aroma of wine is not immediately revealed, did you know that? And only then you can try the drink. Feel its taste with the tip of the tongue, feel the body of the drink, enjoy it by taking small sips.

I have never been a sommelier, but once I was at a wine tasting, so I remember everything that a slightly tired man in an old worn suit told me about.

The car stops at the barrier. The driver takes out a card, scans it - and we are allowed into the territory of the residential complex. I notice all this because Alex lets me go, and I have to get off him, return to a comfortable but cold seat.

Had my speech left him indifferent?

Alex gets out of the car and casually asks:

- You are walking? Or will you tell the driver about red wine?

Everything inside rejoices. In a few minutes, I'll be at Alex's apartment. And very soon I will lose my innocence.