The branch quivered underfoot, springing a little, but not bending down. I easily stepped from it to a wide comfortable window sill. During the four years of university, while Alex and I did not see each other, the tree under his bedroom window grew a lot and it became even more convenient to climb.

I remember the very first time we tried this path, we were eight years old. I didn’t have a personal room, he did, and that was all that was decided. Although Alex's dad did not welcome our friendship, the thought of secret gatherings naturally entered the troubled children's heads.

The two of us climbed the tree to the second floor, did our homework, chatted. And then I quietly descended, and my friend stayed at home. Now I understand that his mother was well aware of our tricks, but she did not show it and was not surprised at the sudden appearance of her son in the nursery in the evening. On the table we often found a mountain of cooked sandwiches and TWO cups of tea. Thank you for the tender heart of a mother.

Holding the sash of the window open for me and pausing on the windowsill, I smiled, peering nostalgically into the darkness of the room. Where is Alex? We met outside the mall today, hugged like crazy, couldn't stop talking, and he swore he'd give us a "night in the nursery" like the good old days. Just trying to get rid of his parents, who threw a huge pool party about his return. He will say that he is tired, say goodbye to the guests and go to "sleep" early.

Inside, it smelled of citrus detergent, my friend's caring mother was clearly preparing for the arrival of her son. I smiled broadly and moved around the room from memory. The overgrown tree completely covered the window, but I will not turn on the light, you never know who will notice a strange glow from under the door in the absence of the owner.

I'll sit quietly, let my friend get rid of the guests, at the same time I'll charge the communicator - it's quite old, it merges to zero too quickly.

While I was groping for a charging circle on the bedside table, I remembered the matured guy who was heard in the shoulders. Chestnut strands brightened from the southern sun - they used to reach the shoulders, but now they have become a little shorter, and Alex removed them behind the ears. But the eyes were all the same mischievous and cheerful, clear blue as the summer sky.

I slowly sat down on the bed and dreamily threw my hands behind my head. All four years of separation, I painfully lacked a friend, and, finally, he returned. Roll the field Alex. Reveler Lex Favorra, werewolf and visionary. My only childhood friend.

Sighing, I wanted to turn on my side, but suddenly a heavy cover fell from above and a voice hoarse from awakening said softly:

- Easily climbed the branches?

My vision is far from that of werewolves, and I perceived the sleeping guy only as a dark spot, but now the surprise turned out to be mutual.

“Easy,” I snorted, “I took off like on wings, I wanted to see you so much.

- Well, since I wanted to ...

And besides the quilted fabric, I was covered by a male body, hot from sleep. Seems to be undressed. At least the hands groped for the bare skin of the sides and the firm broad chest.

“What are you…” I started in confusion, but they didn’t let me finish the sentence.

Alex hugged me tightly and kissed me. Hotly pressing his lips, grabbing and for a moment pulling into his mouth a bewildered protruding lower lip.

I gasped in confusion, not knowing how to react to what was happening. Did Alex really think of me and as a girl, but I didn’t notice it at all? It was stuffy, weird, a little uncomfortable. I was completely lost in the greedy male kisses that became my first.

A new, yet unfamiliar spicy bitterness was woven into the familiar smell of Alex's favorite fruit tea. He has matured, changed, my childhood friend. I didn't want to push him away. There was not enough air, thoughts were confused.

At the very edge of my emotional cocoon, a tart wave of someone else's arousal slid, so strange, considering who I felt it from. And… suddenly, she found an answering flash within me. Two emotions swam towards each other, not yet touching, rather looking closely, adjusting.

No, I didn’t allow myself to “read” the people around me, but even with my weak management skills, I still couldn’t completely shut myself off from mental noise. Therefore, willy-nilly, random echoes of vivid feelings reached me.

Alex wanted me. Still cautiously, but already inflamed with every movement of the tongue.

Maybe… he is right, and our relationship should be given a new chance, open the door to possibilities?

- Sweet, so soft, - rising on his elbows, he moved a little and something disturbingly "hard" was clearly placed between my thighs. I twitched in fright, but they fixed me even harder and kissed me again, sending me to swim in a crazy long hot dance of lips. Evening, barely grown stubble prickled his chin, sending waves of goosebumps down his neck. Wow, Alex! Wow…

Lips sucked, gently squeezed, biting lightly. A smooth, hard tongue darted in and hosted, stroking the sky, colliding with my tongue, polishing, plucking lost, dazed sobs out of me.

The veil closed us from the whole world, cutting off the present and the past, throwing me into some unsteady nothingness, where I was lost, like a little girl in a fog.

The dizzying kisses and even, smooth pressure of the hips, the sliding of the naked strong male body started an uncontrollable shiver in me, it seems that I lost control of my legs, they were strangely numb.

Even though I'm not experienced, but I'm not a fool, I understood what was happening. Young werewolves are temperamental, but Alex never went beyond, often repeating about the “features” of our relationship, that we are not like everyone else, and that I am the one and only Eve for him.

It seems that in my childhood naive blindness, I did not notice what an amazing chemistry lived between us, hiding until a smart young man simply pinned me in bed. From his thirst, bright sparkling desire led as if from champagne.