That one.

And what the hell possessed me to listen to my friend and come on this fucking blind date. Now how can I get out of here and get out of here as quickly as possible?

- You know, Olya, you remind me of my mother.

- What? – his comparison stunned me.

— Similar smile, eyes. My mother makes delicious pies... Not like in this restaurant.

- I really like the pie here.

— This is nothing compared to my mother’s. You should definitely try mom's pie.

— Are you rushing things too much?

- No. I will be happy to introduce you. Well, at this stage, I would like to get to know

you even better first.

— In what sense does this mean? – I widened my eyes in surprise.

— I can just imagine how my tongue gets to know your crotch.

After his words, I almost choked, but I didn’t answer him. He began to stretch his hand towards mine, and I carefully moved away and stood up from the table.

— Sorry, I’ll go to the toilet.

In the restaurant lobby, I hastily took my phone out of my purse and began dialing my friend’s number. The answering machine informed me that I could leave a message.

- Pick up the phone! Immediately! Why the hell did I listen to you? Rita, please. I can no longer stand his impudence, his conversations about his beloved mother, his pestering. If I stay with him even for five minutes, I will kill him, and then you! Call me back immediately and ask me to come urgently - I said into the phone.

- Cough, cough - a man's cough was heard behind him.

I turned around and saw a guy standing against the wall.

- You won’t put him off with such little things. A call from a friend? Hmm... This is outdated, it won't work. We need to come up with something more convincing.

- What, excuse me? For example?

— Isn’t it better to give him a chance? Perhaps the guy is just nervous and worried in front of such an arrogant girl?

— Arrogant? What? You overheard my conversation and are giving advice. Who are you then?

— I didn’t mean anything bad.

- Okay, good. But I don’t want to give him a chance.

— Is everything so sad?

- More than you think.

- Then I can help if you want.

I thought for a long time and agreed - Okay. Because I won’t get rid of this type on my own.

- Then return to him, and I will give a signal.

I returned to Igor and apologized for my absence.

- I already miss you. I wanted to follow you.

He ​​reached for my hands again and took them in his own. I smiled falsely and looked away. The guy from the hall appeared in the doorway. He raised his glass of whiskey, and I realized that this was a sign. The guy walked slowly and confidently towards us, and it was so sexy. Approaching our table, he cleared his throat and began the game.

- Olya, is that you? Oh, damn, how many years, how many winters. I'm so glad to see you.

— Hello, I’m glad to meet you too. What destinies? – I joined the game.

— I recently returned, I was on a long business trip. I see you are not alone. Can you introduce us?

- Yes, of course. This is Igor. Igor, and this... - I didn’t know how to introduce the guy, because I didn’t know his name.

- My name is Vladimir - he quickly took the situation further into his own hands - But for you it can just be Vova. Olechka, is this charming young man your boyfriend?

- No, we just...

- I hope that from this meeting I will become one - Igor interrupted me, which made me even more surprised.

- Um, even so? May I join you? I haven’t seen Olya for so long, I haven’t spoken to her for so long. I really want to plunge into memories.

- Of course, have a seat. What memories do you have with her?

- The hottest.

— In what sense? – Igor was curious.

— Yes, in every sense.

— How are you related to each other? How did you meet?

- This is my favorite story. Olya, will you tell me or should I do it? – Vova looked at me defiantly.

- Oh, no. Better you. You tell stories better than anyone in the world.

- Okay. We met many years ago in the same club. There was a guy pestering her. I just saved her from the consequences.

- Interesting... So who are you all to each other?

— We are friends,” I answered hastily.

- Friends? Olechka, you shouldn’t keep the guy quiet. We are more than friends.

— In what way? – Igor got excited and almost demanded an answer.

- Wow, how hot she was with me - Vova savored the situation. My surprise knew no bounds, and I quietly nudged him with my foot under the table.

- Yes, it was an amazing time. To be honest, I hope that we will restore our relationship, since I’m back,” Vova winked at me. I liked his performance, I especially liked Igor’s reaction. He fell into a stupor and did not know how to react to Vova’s unceremonious statements about his intentions.

- I would like to upset you, Vova, but my intentions towards Olya are the most serious. I'm taking her to meet her mother.

- Seriously? How long have you known each other?

- Today is our first date.

- Pfft... And are you already dragging yourself to your mother? Sorry, I'm on first-name terms.

- Nothing. I will repeat... My intentions are serious. If I take her to her mother, there will be no turning back.

— Now I understand why you were so categorical,” Vova turned to me. I shrugged. What to do next, what to play. How to finally make it clear to Igor that he has no place next to me.

- What are you thinking about, Olya? – Igor asked – Do you want to leave with me?

- She won’t go with you. I also told you about my intentions. If you are satisfied that I will periodically appear in her life. Think for yourself 10 times.

- Why will you appear in her life?

— I will fuck her like before. Every time we will remember our romance and plunge into these memories headlong - Vova said this, looking me straight in the eyes.

- Why are you silent? He says such things, and you...

- What about me?

- Will you fuck with him?

- If only I wouldn’t be in the same room with you for even a minute - I decided and put an end to today’s date - Oh, by the way, hello to mom!

I quickly left the restaurant and went to the locker room to get my coat. When I went outside and started calling a taxi, Vova came up to me.

— You somehow finished the game quickly.

- Oh, God. Scared me. I'm just tired of looking at him and listening to his nonsense.

— It’s a pity, I would like to savor our fictional romance longer.

— Thanks for your help.

- Would you like to thank me?

— I said “thank you.”

- No. As it should.

- What are you allowing yourself to do?!

- You're definitely arrogant. I'm not talking about what you're thinking. I want to invite you to dinner.

— I can’t stand another failure on a date. Now it will take me a long time to recover morally from this.

- Do you think that with me you will be just as uninterested?

- No, what are you talking about? It definitely won’t get boring with you and your stories.

While we were laughing at the situation, Igor also came out into the street, I didn’t notice this, unlike Vova. While I continued to amuse myself, Vova suddenly grabbed me with both hands and began to kiss me. I didn't understand what was happening. Igor snorted something at us, quietly said that I was a whore and walked away. I tried to break free to stand up for myself, but Vova held me tightly.

- Let him go, don’t pay attention.

- Why did you kiss me?

— Got into character again.

— Don’t do this again, please.

- Okay, until you ask.

- I won’t ask. Clear?

- Clear, clear. So will you come to dinner with me?

- Okay. Only dinner and no continuation.

- I promise. Everything is done only with your permission and requests. Today?

- Better yet, tomorrow. I've had enough adventures today.

- Then tomorrow at 8 in this very place. Thank you.

- See you tomorrow.

Vova put me in a taxi and looked after me. I was tormented by thoughts about him for a long time before going to bed. His image stood in my mind... His gait, look, voice, especially his sense of humor captivated me.

My friend called me back only the next day. I scolded her and shared what happened. In turn, she apologized, said that she was very busy and promised me not to insist on such dates anymore. I couldn’t sulk at her for long, and within five minutes she was advising me about clothes for dinner. Then I spent a long time going through my wardrobe and settled on a red knee-length dress. The top of the dress is made to look like a corset, and the bottom is made of flying satin material. Black suede shoes and a clutch bag. She styled her hair and applied makeup to her face, not brightly, but at the same time emphasizing her beauty. Exactly at 8 I arrived at the meeting place, he was not there yet. I walked back and forth and looked at the watch on my hand.

— Are you punctual?” a voice was heard behind me.

- But you don’t. I've been standing here for 5 minutes already.

— I arrived much earlier. He took care of a table for the two of us. And for these 5 minutes I stood over there and watched you.

— And I came to meet this maniac.

— I’m not a maniac. I just loved watching you.

- This is exactly how maniacs behave.

- Trust me and you will be convinced of my good intentions.

— The word “intentions” has been scaring me ever since.

Vova burst into laughter. I also remembered yesterday in detail and laughed.

- You're funny. I love girls with a sense of humor. Don't worry, I'm not going to tell you about mom and her cooking. But I still have something in common with him.

- What is this?

— I won’t be able to take my eyes off you. You're charming.

- Thank you very much.

Vova invited me to enter the restaurant and sat me down at a table. We placed an order and plunged into carefree communication. It was so easy and pleasant to talk about everything with him.

- You know, Vov, I have a feeling that we have known each other for a very long time.

— Don’t forget, we are old friends and lovers,” he said, which made us laugh again.

We drank champagne and told each other about ourselves. Vova didn’t take his eyes off me, and I didn’t take my eyes off him. Real chemical processes were seething between us.

— Something is boring here. Would you like to go somewhere else?

- What is the hint?

— This is not an excuse for something more.

- Where?

— Take a walk in the park.

- Great idea.

Vova paid for dinner, and we went for a walk. We walked side by side slowly and continued the conversation. Vova told various interesting stories from his life, then he took my hand as if it were an everyday detail. I tried to calm down my excitement, although my heart was pounding so hard. Vova behaved so naturally and at ease, continuing his monologue, I could not squeeze out another word.

- What's wrong with you? You suddenly fell silent.

— Eh, everything’s fine.

- Are you confused by my hand? Oh, she's a naughty girl. Are you against it?

— I don’t know how to react. Sorry.

— Just relax. It's just your hand in mine.

- Okay.

I got used to it, and we continued our walk, holding hands. Late in the evening he walked me home, kissed me on the cheek and, without hinting at anything, said goodbye and left. I was confused. On the one hand, everything went as it should... But this other side put me in an awkward position and made me think... What did I do wrong? He didn't even hint at sex or ask for tea. What could this mean? Didn't even ask for a phone number. Perhaps he didn’t like something and put an end to me. These thoughts kept me awake for a long time.

After work, I met my friend in a cafe and shared everything with her. She was also puzzled by the situation, but she asked not to draw hasty conclusions. In the evening I took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and sat down in front of the TV. The horn of someone's car began to bother me under the windows, over time it did not stop, and I decided to look at this crazy person. When I looked out the window, I was stunned by what I saw. A smart man in a smart suit stood near a beautiful car with a large bouquet of flowers and called me by name. Some neighbors have already cursed him and threatened to call the police.

- Vova, are you crazy? He raised all the neighbors' ears.

— I don’t care. And for your beautiful personality to stand in front of me now. We're going to my friends' club.

— Do I have to be there?

— I won’t go there without you. Moreover, we are invited together.

- Do your friends already know about me?

- What about that? I couldn't keep silent about a girl like you. They want to get to know you.

- Okay. Give me 15 minutes.

I closed the window and exhaled. I tried to get rid of all the excitement and went to get ready. For the final touch, I stood in front of a large mirror in the hallway in a floor-length dress with a thin strap over one shoulder in a beige pearl shade, beige shoes, a black handbag on a long chain over the shoulder and a short black sheepskin coat. I let my hair down, anointed myself with my favorite perfume, applied evening makeup and painted my lips with light gloss. I went down to the street, Vova was wandering back and forth along the sidewalk. When he saw me, he just shook his head and sighed languidly.

— Hello,” I said quietly.

- Um... Sorry. Now, I'm just coming to my senses.

- Is something wrong?

- Of course not! Can you imagine what will happen at the club in your presence?

- What?

— I should take a bat with me to fight off your suitors.

- Everything will be fine.

— They haven’t yet come up with a suitable adjective to describe you. You are incredibly amazing and stunning. “I’m all at your feet,” he sat down on one knee and held out a bouquet of red roses.

— Thank you very much both for the kit and for the flowers.

Vova opened the car door for me in the back seat and sat down next to me. The car was driven by a hired driver. We sat in silence, only occasionally looking at each other and smiling. When we entered the club, Vova’s friends immediately ran towards us... Three girls and five guys. They introduced themselves to me and kindly invited me into their company. Everything was great, they were all great. We drank cocktails, had fun, talked and danced. The girls pulled me away from the guys and began asking me about our acquaintance and about myself. Vova was in a company of guys and did not take his enthusiastic eyes off me. Then he came up to me and pulled me by the hand away from the girls and took me to the dance floor. We danced to slow music and hugged, then sat down at a table. Vova took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, without taking his eyes off mine. Just as he wanted to kiss my hand, one of his friends suddenly sat down next to him and patted him on the shoulders - Well, don’t you miss me, lovebirds? Take a break from Olechka, even for a second. You'll soon burn a hole in her with your gaze.

- I can’t, Dim. I’m afraid that she will slip away from me,” Vova smiled.

— You’re afraid that such a beauty might be taken away. Olya, aren't you bored with us? – Dima sat down next to me.

- No, everything is fine. You are all very nice, I enjoy being in your company.

- Thank you. And we are pleased that you appeared in the life of our Vovka. Mmm... And you smell great - Dima hugged me by the shoulders, and I was embarrassed - Don’t be offended, I was just giving a compliment. You're awesome. Vova was lucky.

- Thank you very much.

Dima left, and Vova sat down next to me.

- Did he offend you?

- No, no... What are you talking about.

- He didn’t do it with any intent. He always says what he thinks.

- Everything is fine.

Vova took my hand again and brought it to his lips, put his arm around my waist, sitting close to me. I watched with bated breath as he kissed my hand tenderly, looking into my eyes. Then he put my hand on my lap and slowly tucked my hair behind my ear and very gently touched my neck with his lips. Goosebumps ran across my skin like an electric shock. I closed my eyes and felt his minty breath mixed with the smell of cocktail on my lips. He froze and did nothing else. I opened my eyes and met his gaze, his lips were very close to mine.

- I am not violating our agreement. You have to ask for a kiss yourself, remember?

- I thought you weren’t serious.

- Very seriously. I respect your space and desire. And then you asked not to do that again.

- Okay.

For a minute we continued to sit in an embrace, intertwining each other's clubs on ours, and our lips were still close.

- All you have to do is ask, honey. Если ты этого хочешь. Иначе, я сам наброшусь на тебя – говорил он это и его скулы уже начали напрягаться. Я медленно провела кончиком языка по его верхней губе, а Вова облизнул после этого свои губы и прикусил нижнюю губу. Мне нравилось смотреть, как он изводится, нравилось играть с ним, хотя сама уже изнемогала от желания утонуть в его ласках. Вова держал при себе свои губы и руки из самых последних сил, и ему давалось это очень тяжело. Потом я внезапно встала из-за столика и протянула к нему руку.

— Что? Куда ты меня зовёшь?

— Просто иди за мной.

— Я не могу сейчас встать.

— Почему?

— Я не в том положении, чтобы шагать через весь зал в перевозбуждённом состоянии. Sorry.

Я села за столик напротив него, чтобы дать ему остыть, и к нам присоединились его друзья. Они громко что-то обсуждали и смеялись. Мы же с Вовой не сводили друг с друга глаз. Позже Вова встал из-за стола, сообщил друзьям, что мы их покинем, подошёл ко мне, взял за руку и повёл на выход. На машине с водителем мы приехали к нему. Только входная дверь его квартиры закрылась за нами, как он подошёл ко мне вплотную в прихожей и снова обжигал мои губы своим горячим дыханием.

— Теперь ты попросишь меня? Мы одни – шёпотом произнёс он.

— Нет – так же шептала я.

— Почему?

— Я не прошу, я просто молю о поцелуе – пожирала я его губы взглядом. Тогда Вова прижал меня к стене так резко, что я тихо простонала, и впился в мои губы жадным поцелуем, а руками в моё тело. Потом он подхватил меня на руки, отнёс в спальню и бросил на свою большую кровать. Сам залез на меня верхом и продолжил целовать, расстёгивая и снимая с меня платье.

— Не забудь, об дальнейшем ты тоже должна меня попросить – возбуждённым голосом предупредил он меня и стал целовать мою шею и верх груди. Моё белое шёлковое нижнее бельё оставалось на мне, Вова целовал лишь видимые части моего тела. Когда он целовал мои бёдра, я извивалась и тихо постанывала. Это было так нежно и блаженно, я едва не теряла рассудок. Вова провёл язычком по ложбинке моей киски поверх трусиков, я ахнула и закусил нижнюю губу.

— Помнишь правила?

— Я думала, что мы забыли про все правила.

Он стал дразнить меня, водя по ложбинке моей киски своим членом. Я попыталась сесть на него, но Вова мне не дал этого сделать.

— Хочешь этого? Попроси – томно и сексуально прошептал он мне это на ухо, облизнув мочку.

Это было слишком невыносимо терпеть, я обняла его за голову и стала целовать и стонать, пока тот дразнил меня членом.

— Я хочу этого – шептала я.

— Чего именно ты хочешь, кисонька?

— Хочу почувствовать тебя полностью.

— Ох, как я хочу. Мне трудно держать себя в руках, когда я нахожусь рядом с тобой.

— Прекрати издеваться.

Вова в сидячем положении насадил меня на свой член, от этого ощущения я громко простонала и прижалась к нему всем телом. Вова обнял меня и целовал в шею и плечи. Я стала медленно насаживаться на член, держась рукой о кровать. Вова гладил и целовал мою грудь, облизывая сосочки нежно и аккуратно. Потом он уложил меня на кровать и вошёл сверху, положа мою ногу себе на плечо, и стал быстро и властно трахать меня. Я вцепилась руками в спинку кровати и громко стонала. Затем он повернул меня задом, поставил раком и продолжил трахать, обхватив мою грудь одной рукой, а попу второй. Мы стонали и двигались в такт друг другу. Моя попка билась о его лобок и подпрыгивала с шлепками. Его это дико завело, и он стал трахать меня ещё быстрее и жёстче. Я почувствовала приближающийся оргазм, он тоже, его член затвердел ещё больше и запульсировал во мне. Я кончила первой, едва не теряя сознание, позже сделал это и он мне на спинку. После пятиминутной передышки, мы приняли душ и легли в постель.

— Ты самая необычайная девочка – нарушил он тишину.

— А ты самый сексуальный и нежный.

— Только для тебя, моя сладкая.

Мы крепко уснули в обнимку. И с этих пор мы были вместе.