The Professor's Confession
(story recorded in carriage No. 9 of the Vladivostok - Moscow fast train).
- Whatever you want, my friends, any of us (don’t be offended!) is a pervert to one degree or another! - “Bald” said thoughtfully - a large man of powerful build with a completely hairless head and a lush gray mustache.
Holding an empty glass in his large palms, which seemed like a shot glass in them, he, having listened to “Shnyr’s” story along with everyone else, laughed sadly and now shook his shiny head in time with the movement of the train. Everyone heard his quiet remark. The laughter somehow immediately died down, and those present turned to “Bald.” “Crucian carp” with a serious face,
asked, scratching the back of his head with concern.-What are you talking about? Do you really think everyone is a pervert, or did you just blurt out “professor” for the sake of expression? Excuse me, of course, but why call everyone that? You may be a hell of a scientist for our simple company, but we are “not only foolish”! For example, I don’t consider either myself or “Shnyry”, who ripped off the goat, to be perverts. Eh, bro? — he turned to his team.
— Yes, that’s how you count, you know,” responded “Kuzmich,” the oldest in age in the fishermen’s artel, in a conciliatory tone.
— Bald” met this company of simple men, “like three rubles,” only because, as always, he had to “get” a ticket from Khabarovsk to Moscow, snatch it with a fight: threaten and humiliate himself; pouting is important or humiliatingly handing the cashier a chocolate bar with rum. So he ended up, as he wanted, in the compartment car of the Vladivostok-Moscow train, where he was immediately named “Baldy” or “Professor” by the drunken, cheerful fishermen returning home after the fishing season.
— This, you know, means,” Kuzmich continued to argue slurring his tongue, “well, it doesn’t seem like it’s a dirty word!” Among them,” he shook his head in the direction of “Bald,” “among scientists, this means that this is not a curse at all. Here! - He solemnly finished his speech, proudly looking around the silent brigade with a dull gaze.
He paused in the ensuing silence, chewed his lips thoughtfully and raised his eyes to “Bald.”
- That’s right, I say, what about the nice man? Are they wrong? — Kuzmich looked around the company again, adding, “maybe the person has what happened in his life?” And you immediately get offended. Instead of asking to tell you clearly: what and how? Listen, “Professor”, won’t you tell us your thoughts? I’m already tired of listening to “Shnyr’s” stories! All you hear is: stuck it in, pulled it out, stuck it in, and sucked it off!
— And, really, “Professor,” tell me some story,” the huge “Abrek” patted his fellow traveler on the knee, “a person of Caucasian nationality,” it is unknown how he got into the fishermen’s artel, “and at the same time you will explain why you consider all people to be perverts.
Everyone started laughing at once and became animated. Some pour vodka into glasses, some light a cigarette, and “Tyukha” and “Matyukha” on the top shelves almost came to blows, starting to argue about how to perceive “Pervert” to their own person. The “Professor” tried to answer, but no one heard him in the general hubbub, until “Karas” barked in an ataman’s voice: “Sha!”
- Hey, bro, I think you need to listen to a smart person! When else will you have the opportunity to communicate with a candidate of sciences like this, easily, live, so to speak?! If you're not interested, I'll ask you to leave! The dining car has already opened! And there’s plenty of room for anyone to sleep in the other compartments. "Abrek", why don't you keep order?
Everyone fell silent instantly, knowing perfectly well the characters of their chieftain and his “deputy for political and educational work.” Voices rang out: “Yes, we, what? Yes, we have nothing against that. Let him speak! It’s even interesting.”
- Well, “Professor”? The audience is ready. We’ll build you a pulpit in no time,” said “Crucian”, placing a small suitcase on “Bald”’s lap and placing a glass of vodka and a plastic plate with a simple snack on top, “begin!”
- Yes, what can I tell you? - he muttered in confusion in response, taking off his glasses, wiping them and squinting myopically at his interlocutor.
- Oh, whatever you want! What do you think is interesting, maestro? Well, first of all, of course, about human depravity and perversity! — “Crucian carp” answered, smiling, who, obviously, was not always a simple fisherman.
— Honestly, I don’t even know,” “Bald” muttered again, putting on his glasses and rubbing his high forehead, “unless...
— Don’t blame me, dear man,” Kuzmich encouraged him, “confess to ordinary people!” It will become easier for you. I feel that some doubts are overwhelming you, which you can only tell strangers about...
- Doubts. Strangers,” said “Bald,” taking the glass in his hand, “well, you’re right, Kuzmich!” — He downed the contents of the glass in one gulp, causing a surprised roar from the audience, “I’ll tell you!” I’ll tell you everything that tormented and tormented me! But,” he raised his hand with an empty glass, sticking out his index finger, “on one condition!”
Looking at everyone present with clear eyes, “Bald” grinned.
- Firstly: I ask everyone to take my word for it that everything I tell you is the true truth, although, I admit, it very much looks like “not science fiction at all”! The specific events that I decided to tell you about, friends, even have a certain mystic feel to them. Let each of you judge for yourself whether these are symptoms of delirium tremens, the intervention of supernatural forces, or outright fiction! After I finish my story, each of you, in turn, will evaluate me and my behavior with all frankness! Using profanity, without restraining yourself, without being shy in your assessments. I won't be offended by anything! On the contrary, I am happy to listen to everyone in order to make a decision. The decision on how to behave further with my unexpected love, which amazed me, at the age of forty-five, with my happiness and misfortune, with my pride and shame...
The audience was silent, captivated by such an introduction. Only Kuzmich, clanking the bottle, poured a new portion into the empty glasses.
- So, - began “Bald” or “Professor”, as one likes...
***
- So, there lived an ordinary teenager...
I was born into an ordinary Soviet family, of which there are hundreds thousands in our country. She was neither poor nor rich, neither academic nor illiterate. Mother, father, me - the eldest child and two sisters, the same age as Masha and Katya. Well, everything is like everyone else. School, there were October pioneers, and later Komsomol members. Sports, various clubs, pioneer camps... Yes... And the year I turned 18, my father suddenly left us. He left quietly, without scandals (in any case, my sisters and I didn’t see them). He left and that's it! Another year or so we saw him in our town with a young blonde - happy and rejuvenated - looking like a young man. Our mother, on the contrary, began to look several years older. Of course, my mother and sisters were worried, but it seemed to me that I suffered the most. Probably, it was then that a special attitude towards the female sex appeared in me - I certainly had to feel sorry for every girl, girl, woman. Sincerely, I assure you. Well, oh well! In general, a year later, my father completely disappeared from our lives along with his blonde. I still don’t know what happened to him, where he is, or whether he’s even alive. Creaking, with difficulty, to be honest, we continued to live. Well, naturally, everything went according to the established rut, usual for millions! Graduated from school. I entered the correspondence department of a technical university and went to work at a factory in order to somehow support my mother and sisters. Then the army. I'm out of luck here! I was with the first wave in Afghanistan and could not demobilize on time in this chaos. I rattled off a whole year beyond the deadline!
Eh, I’m not talking about the point. Why the hell do you need my biography?! In general, my sisters got married and moved away in different directions, and my mother... we soon buried her. Yes... she couldn’t stand it! As soon as she “brought us into the public eye,” she left quietly.
Well, I lived on my own. He worked at the same plant as a foreman, then as an engineer, and later became chief engineer. Everything seems fine. There was only one thing I was missing - a stable connection with some woman. Moreover, I wanted to find one that would be mine and, at the same time, would remain independent. I know that this doesn’t happen, but I’m telling you what I really felt. In terms of sex, I was always unsatisfied. — The narrator chuckled and looked in the direction of “Shnyr,” “I live in the city, I have no place to keep a goat!” - Well, you drag someone to your house after some party, well, you fuck - you let off steam, so to speak, and in the morning you wait - you can’t wait for her to get away as quickly as possible. There were times when I was without a woman for weeks and I was climbing the wall with desire. Well, I managed it alone, of course. I had a lot of videotapes and other “devices” for having sex myself! And, I confess to you, not a single woman from those who was with me satisfied my desires! As soon as I tried to start some of my fantasies, each of them began to wander: “What are you doing?!” “How could you think such things about me?!” “What are you allowing yourself to do?!” Well, in general, from the series: “I’m not like that!” I think this is familiar and close to any man!
Here I want to dwell on the “perversions” that caused a heated debate among our company. And, as Kuzmich correctly noted, the main thing is what to call perversion! I want to ask questions that don't require an answer! Who among those present has never wanted to get into a woman’s anus?! Who among those present has never wanted to fuck a boy in their life?! Which of you has never dreamed of screwing a young girl in all holes, if it were not punishable by law?! Moreover, I'm not talking about violence! There are enough “voluntary”, so to speak, youngsters for this case! And, then, I always wanted to “taste” a woman! And not even once! You understand, I have never been able to do this with my partners: either because of disgust, or because of fear for the unreliability of women’s tongues. I remember how one guy in our brigade was contemptuously called a “cunt-sucker” behind his back because he knew how to please a woman! You have to come up with: “cunt sucker”! So, “cocksucker” is normal, natural, so to speak, but “cuntsucker” is a perversion?! Yes, sometimes, it’s better to kiss a pussy, excuse me, than someone’s lips! In any case, it is more pleasant and, moreover, more hygienic, since a normal woman often keeps her genitals cleaner than her oral cavity. And then, when kissing a woman on the lips, who can guarantee that there, as well as in the vagina, someone’s penis hasn’t just been there and, perhaps, it’s not clean at all?! That's it. And, as for me, I slept and saw in my dreams how I love, with endless carnal love, some little girl, kissing her until she fainted in all imaginable places, ah! How I caress her, kiss her, lick her, touch her, doing whatever comes into my head and hers, my imaginary partner, my ghostly lover...
In short, I began to take the “sedative” more and more often and in larger doses. Drinking vodka without a snack is disgusting! But drinking vodka alone is scary. I stopped sleeping normally. I think I stopped sleeping altogether! A heavy slumber rolled over me after a couple of glasses, accompanied by strange and sometimes scary dreams!
I confess to you with some shame that I began to sink, or rather, it seemed to me that I had sank. Not having the opportunity to “break away” in sex and not feeling any particular desire to communicate with women for the reason already mentioned earlier, I began to drink openly and a lot! Moreover, unlike his drinking companions, he did not get drunk at all, pouring huge quantities of alcohol into himself. That is, of course, the body reacted to the libations! I, like everyone else, lost orientation in my movements, swayed, vomited, had a hangover and all that. But my brain did not want to become foggy! My consciousness always remained clear. And if it weren’t for this circumstance, I would have been kicked out of work long ago, where they were already looking rather askance at the always hungover chief mechanic. But, no matter what question or task the management posed to me, with or without the smell of fumes, with or without a hangover, I followed the instructions on time and, without undue modesty I would add, I did it brilliantly! So they put up with me, thanks to them, making only comments about my appearance, so to speak...
***
— Bald” fell silent for a while, thoughtfully staring at one point. Then, perking up, he handed the glass to the cupbearer.
- Pour it up, Kuzmich! I’ll grab another one, maybe the tongue will loosen, otherwise, I feel, my audience is depressed. They want “strawberries”, like in the stories from “Shnyr”, but I’m snotty here, I’m pushing them “for life”. But nothing! You'll also have strawberries! With raspberries! For there is no greater happiness in this life than “uninhibited sex,” which is rightly called love! Even with the addition: “carnal”, but I think that without it, this very carnal love, the concept of Love does not exist at all!
— Drink, dear man, drink and tell me further,” said the touched Kuzmich, “I, my dear, in your story, really, sometimes I see myself!”
- “Don’t think about us, “Professor”, just tell me,” “Tyukha” said from above, “for example, it’s as if I’m in the theater and everything you tell is right before my eyes!”
- You need to write a book! - “Abrek” slashed the air with a huge palm with a serious face, “if you need money for the printing house, we will become your whole artel’s sponsor!” That's right, I say, bro?! - He looked around the brigade.
Shouts were heard from all sides:
- Don’t doubt it!
- Of course!
- Will our names be there?
— Thank you, friends,” the “Professor” responded touched, “but I don’t dare tell my story to anyone.” That is, except for you of course. Kuzmich said it right! I would never have told you in my life if it weren’t for the certainty that I would never meet you again! For some reason I'm embarrassed to share this with my friends. Or maybe I have friends like that, I don’t know. Well, we will!
He raised his glass and touched the glasses of “Karas”, “Kuzmich” and “Abrek”.
— Crucian carp,” who had been silent until now, raised his eyes to the professor.
- Come on, honey! Don't delay! I want to hear about the redhead!
They drank and the “Professor,” smiling again with a sad smile, continued:
- Yes. That evening I was returning home in the morning...
***
- That evening I was returning home in the morning when the first technical trams thundered along the rails. Writing pretzels with my legs, complaining about myself with a clearly working brain, I could not force myself to walk straight, without swaying from side to side and without clutching the walls of houses with my hands, grateful to Fate that there was a day off ahead. Once again, I vowed to myself not to drink and to pull myself together. I have everything! — I convinced myself. Everything a person my age needs to have. No family?! So starting a family is not a problem for me either! There, Claudia from the assembly shop, there, Madina—the director’s secretary—who can’t take her eyes off me, there, Tamara... there are a lot of them! But you fool, you need that girl from your dreams! Idiot! What a child you are! I cursed myself, what the world is worth, and, can you imagine, honestly, I’m not talking to myself, but as if someone’s voice is heard inside me. Well, I think I've finished drinking! He shook his head, washed himself in a ditch, but his voice did not disappear! And he says, this voice, that your deadline is this weekend! If, he says, you don’t find your redhead, on Monday, whether you want it or not, you will choose a mate from the listed girls! That's all! And no, they say, excuses! Do you really want to have children at a time when all normal people are already babysitting grandchildren? Idiot! The unfamiliar voice called me again and disappeared.
Then I heard a scream from the gateway I was passing by. Or rather, not even a scream, but a squeaking sound, some kind of strangled sound, and someone’s breathing was hoarse with swearing interspersed. I stopped dead in my tracks, looked into the arch and saw something squirming in the depths, a ball of some kind, it seemed. I took a step, took another, and it was still dark around - I couldn’t see anything. Dogs, I think, are bickering, or what? And just as I wanted to leave, the fuss stopped. Someone's silhouette straightens, and a voice addresses me.
- Well, what happened, fag? Get out of here before you take off your pants! Pshel! - He says this contemptuously and spits with relish.
And again the bastard leans down. I’ll tell you frankly, my friends, I’ve never heard such an appeal to myself in my life. But in life, I admit, I have always been a greyhound guy. Don't look at the glasses! It was I who burned my eyes with “chemical smoke” in Afghanistan before demobilization, and I became more sedate. I used to rush into any fight without a second’s hesitation, but here, can you imagine, I swallowed it! Swallowed, drunk, filthy, as drunks who have drunk themselves to death should swallow, where is there any respect for honor, for pride! He lowered his head and turned back, it was. And I would have left, having completely lost all self-respect, but apparently fate had other plans for me. Because that voice suddenly squeaked again - like a nail to the heart.
- Uncle! - with a sob, with anguish, like this - don’t leave me! Help, he says, he’ll kill me.
Then a dull sound of impact and silence. It was like this very sound and plaintive voice doused me like cold water! I already swayed from the sound of the blow, as if someone had given me a slap! I turned again to this shadow—can you imagine, not a trace of my intoxication remained! My arms and legs stopped shaking. I straightened up, as before, when I was completely healthy and “correct” and said:
-Who are you, you shameful scum, calling a fag?! Who the hell are you going to take off your pants from?! — and slowly I come closer.
And “this one” stood up straight again and hissed:
- Oh, you fucking goat! The dog is filthy! If you don’t understand a normal relationship, I’ll put you on a knife, you bitch! — he says and pulls something out from under his elevator from behind.
Took it out. The blade flashed terribly in the twilight, and he moved towards me on his legs slightly bent at the knees. What worked for me here was that I “worked” for three years on the “business trip” that I told you about. My breathing evened out, my body filled with strength, as if... I stepped to the right with a sliding gait, then to the left half a step and when he swung, I automatically (thanks to Ensign Gaponov, may his soul rest in peace!) sat down under him, intercepting his hand with the knife and, automatically, pointed his own knife at his solar plexus. Well, he lay down there in the gateway with his knife in his stomach, wheezed and calmed down immediately. I stepped into the corner, and there was some girl in a jacket with a hood. The hood is pulled over his face. He lies and does not move. As for the girl, I only guessed from her legs.
- Hey, what are you doing? - I say, - alive, or what?!
She doesn’t answer. Well, I think I probably managed to strangle him. He put his hand under the hood and put his fingers on the thin neck - there was a pulse. My heart was relieved. I picked her up in my arms and rushed home. It was just a stone's throw away when I heard a noise. He flew up to the second floor, choking from such a “cross” with such a “layout”, somehow got out the keys, somehow unlocked the door and, having tumbled inside, lowered his burden to the floor and sat down right there, closing the door with his back. The only thing I was afraid of was the police. Well, how would they have taken me in that place?! Then go and prove that it was he who came at you with a knife, like you were attacking a bear, and not you who came at him with your bare hands. Well, I remembered once again the kind words of the kind commanders and, I won’t lie, I was happy for myself, of course. And then I promised myself that I wouldn’t drink anymore and, in general... My thoughts were interrupted by the stirring and weak groan of my “trophy”. Damn, I completely forgot about her. Now we need to quickly bring her to her senses, find out her address or phone number, and notify her parents. It’s good that she passed out “on time,” I suddenly thought. Thus, not a single living soul knows that I “stitched” the one in the gateway. As I stood up, I felt a nasty weakness throughout my body. Yes, everything happened on an emotional high! The energy that fed me five minutes ago was concentrated, of course, on time and in the right organs, but it left the drunk as unexpectedly as it came. Feeling like a frail old man, I once again vowed to myself to start a new life and, groaning, rose to my feet. Turning on the light, I bent over the girl, unbuttoning my dirty Bolognese jacket and throwing it open. And then... Then I saw... her. My red-haired girl from endless dreams. I cannot convey to you the feelings that overwhelmed me at that moment! Frost on my skin - I remember, the hair on my head was moving - I remember. My heart was pounding loudly - I remember, but more about the first minutes - I don’t remember anything. It seemed to me that I was going or had already gone crazy and even that I had died! She, meanwhile, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me, and tried to say something.
- What? — I asked and, unable to resist, added, “my little one.” What do you want?
— Drink,” I read his lips rather than heard, “drink.”
Having come to my senses, I picked her up again and carried her into the living room, where I laid her on the sofa, pulling off her ugly jacket. Then he rushed into the kitchen, opened a bottle of mineral water with his teeth and, grabbing a glass, returned to the red-haired girl. After giving her a drink, I began to rummage through my first aid kit. Having dripped Corvalol into a glass, he returned to her, but she was already fast asleep. Having taken off my outerwear and dirty shoes, I moved a chair to the sofa, sat down in it, constantly looking at my “find”. She didn't look exactly like in my dreams, of course. An exhausted face, smeared with either soot or dirt, hair that had not been washed for a long time, an abrasion on the cheekbone, a small bruise under the eye, but it was her! The same one! I couldn't be more wrong! I was overcome by an inexplicable feeling of tenderness for this dirty little thing and, if not for the fear of waking up and frightening her, I would definitely have touched her face, I would have touched at least with the tip of my finger the plump and pink (!) lips, the thin neck with the blue vein pulsating under the white skin. And, suddenly, I was overcome by thoughts of the inevitable loss of my dream. After all, there is someone who is looking for this girl now! It cannot be that no one is looking for such beauty! So, with these thoughts, I fell into sleep, which suddenly and uncontrollably fell on me...
***
And in a dream, Claudia, Madina, and Tamara showed up at my house at once. They entered somehow, although I remember for sure that the door was locked with two locks. They stand above me with their arms crossed under their chests and strictly look down on me. They stare for a long time, intently and are silent so much that their silence gives me chills all over my body! I feel like something bad is going to happen!
- What do you need? - I ask and want to get up, but I can’t get up - my body feels like it’s filled with lead, it’s too heavy to lift! And I’m asking a completely unnecessary question: how did you get in?
They don’t answer. They look like witches - their eyes are burning. Finally, Claudia, like the most predatory of them, opened her thin lips (it seemed to me for a moment that her mouth was like that of a reptile!) and said:
- Well, Gavroche (my name is Gabriel, actually, but my friends and relatives call me Gavroche from childhood), - how are we going to decide? By honor or by justice?
- This is nonsense! - I’m indignant, - what’s the difference?! Did you understand what you said?! Both in honor and in fairness, I do not want to resolve anything with you! What should I decide? And, most importantly, why?
— We’ll have to decide, dear,” Tamara enters into the conversation, “I now agree to everything!” Whatever you wish, I will fulfill it! You wanted to have anal sex with me, right? - and lifting her skirt, she turns to me with her huge butt. I turned around and bent over so that the halves moved apart and that hole loomed right in front of my face.
At this point I laughed and answered with disdain:
- Get your ass out! I don’t need anything from you now! And, in general, get the hell out!
- How can it be, Gavroche! Who told me that I have the most beautiful pussy in the world?! What, did you find something better? Look again!
And with his fingers, getting into the thick of the thickets, he pushes them apart, releasing the clitoris even more outward.
- Screw you to the devil! - I yell, and I understand that I can only whisper, although I strain my vocal cords to the limit. And I have no strength to get up - it’s like I’m stuck to the chair!
— Girls,” Claudia grins unkindly, “it seems we have a rival!” Isn’t this the dead thing that is snoring on “our” favorite sofa?! - and nods, bitch at the redhead.
— Yes,” Madina responds, “we should try it too, huh, girlfriends?”
Then they all shouted in terrible voices: “Yes, yes! Definitely! Whose pussy tastes better? and rushed to the sofa. I mustered all my will, or what was left of it, and still stood up and waved my fists.
— I won’t let you,” I say, “touch her.” Go away! Perish! Don’t touch me, - for some reason, choking from sobs, I can’t get into one, - No! No! Kira, Kira, Kirochka...
And I woke up. I'm lying in my bed. I'm lying naked. Tears flow from my eyes like a stream down my cheeks, and “my vision” bends over me. She’s standing in my robe, with a towel turban on her head, smelling of shampoo. He shakes me by the shoulder and looks at me anxiously in the face.
- Wake up, please wake up! — he says plaintively.
She saw that I had opened my eyes, sighed in relief, sitting down on the edge of the bed, but did not remove my hand from my shoulder.
- Did you dream about something bad? - she asks and, waiting for an affirmative nod, she put her palm on my forehead, - “nothing, it happens.” And it always passes. How do you know my name?
I look at her in surprise and shake my head, not understanding, but she suddenly laughed.
- Well, you just repeated my name several times in a dream! Kira, Kira! I came running. I thought you were calling.
Here, my friends, I really burst into tears! Now I am ashamed of these tears, and even then I did not know where to hide. And Kira wipes the tears from my face with her palm and looks at me in surprise. Well, I told her everything! All! How I suffer without her, how I dream about her. How I know it all.
— This doesn’t happen,” she said then, “but... for some reason I believe you,” and there seems to be apprehension in her eyes.
— Kira,” I whisper, “don’t think, I’m not crazy!” If you don't believe me, I'll prove it!
- How? - She also asks in a whisper, looking at me strangely.
-You have a birthmark under your left breast! It looks like a comma!
She hatched at me, then blushed, like all redheads blush - so crimson. He sits, picking at the edge of his robe with his finger.
— You probably... saw me,” he mumbles, “maybe my blouse was unbuttoned.”
- What kind of blouse is that?! — I couldn’t stand it and even screamed, “You were wearing a sweater!” And if you don’t believe this either...
- So, what? - he asks, raising his eyes to me, - just don’t shout, please, okay? I'm afraid when they scream.
— Then,” I say, sitting up in bed and leaning towards her ear, “just don’t be offended!” - She nodded her head, and I whispered right in her ear, - there is one more thing. It's right... at the top, at the very top of the thigh. On the inner surface,” I blurted out, blushing like an eighteen-year-old boy, can you imagine?
I blurted out the “secret” information and am waiting for a reaction. Will he be offended? Won't he be offended? If he is offended, how seriously? And she suddenly turns her face to me and we sit with her, eye to eye. Our faces are ten centimeters apart from each other, at most. She smiled.
— And there,” he asks, “what shape is it?”
- So that’s the point, it resembles a heart! You and I often joked about this! — I was embarrassed and completely confused. I can’t distinguish reality from dreams, - that is, they were joking there in my dreams... I was joking, that is... Ugh! I'm completely confused.
Then she laughed quietly and put her hands on my shoulders.
— Probably, I’ve been thinking about you all my life,” he says, “Gavroche!”
- And... you, where are you from?... - My jaw dropped.
- Yes, some woman called, even two. And immediately into the phone: “Hello, Gavroush,” she very much imitated Claudia.
- Well?
- What?
-What did you answer her?
- I told her that I put Mr. Gavroche to bed and he couldn’t answer the phone yet.
- And she?
- She asked who I was.
- And you?
— And I,” she smiled again, “answered her that I am your new secretary!” She said that the HR department had no information about new secretaries. Then I explained to her that I am a home secretary.
- So?
- Yes, what? For some reason, she cursed me as a little whore and hung up or hung up, I don’t know, but it seems that she was calling from a pay phone.
Talking with Kira and listening to her answers, I enjoyed the girl’s smell, her voice, the dimples on her cheeks and even the sight of her moving lips. I looked at her without stopping and, it seems, bringing my face closer and closer to her face. When she finished the last phrase, I could not stand it and, placing my hands on Kira’s waist, I touched her lips with my lips. She answered. Her hands moved forward, clasping my neck. She pressed her whole body against me and we merged for a long time in the sweetest kiss of my life.
To the displeasure of “strawberry” lovers, I must report that I did not immediately rush at Kira, although in my dreams this is exactly what I did. I did not irrigate her womb with “continuous streams of sperm”, although in my dreams it was like that! True, I got out of bed without waiting for her to come out or even turn away.
He stood up, not at all embarrassed by his penis standing under his shorts, and, as if in response to this, she, proprietiously opening the wardrobe door, threw off her robe and nakedly chose a flannelette checkered shirt from my clothes, which she threw on herself. Turning around, she came close to me and, again pressing her whole body against me, asked.
- You didn’t undress me, did you? Did you really know about my spots in advance?
- You have another mole between your big and second toe on your right foot, honey! — I whispered barely audibly. “You don’t think that the “maniac” who undressed you and dressed you again would begin to examine your legs.
- But this is...
- This is a miracle sent from above! I can't imagine any other explanation! I love you girl. I loved you and waited for a long time. And now I will not let you out of my destiny for anything! Even if you don't agree.
- But you don’t know me! Who am I, what am I, where do I come from. You have no idea what I was doing!
- No need! I don’t want to know anything except one thing: how old are you and do you have a passport! If you are of age and have a passport, then we will immediately, you hear, immediately become husband and wife!
- What if...
- We will still become husband and wife!
— Gavroche, I want you,” Kira suddenly whispered, turning into “Kira from dreams,” “I want you so much that you can’t even imagine!”
For the third time during these blessed days, I picked Kira up in my arms, kissing her face, neck, going down to her breasts and touching them with my lips. I put her back into bed and sat down next to her. And everything was like in a dream! Our bodies were intertwined in a hot embrace, our lips merged in kisses not only with lips! I kissed every cell of the beautiful body, feeling how every centimeter of my own skin accepted the caresses of Kira’s hands and lips, how it arched when I touched her belly with my penis swollen with desire. As I descended lower and lower in my explorations of her body, I finally came to the area that I passionately wanted to taste! Standing on all fours in front of Kira’s vagina, I touched it with my fingers, opening the pearly lips, inhaling the tart smell and moving my face ever closer to them. Kira, strangely bending her whole body, made some unimaginably complex movement and slid over me, leaving in front of me what I watched with such interest, placing her face under my swinging “weapon”! Then, wrapping her legs around my neck, she pulled her pelvis towards my face, as if inviting me to cast aside my doubts and finally kiss what I had always wanted to kiss in reality. Having grabbed the small ass with my palms, I pressed my lips to the pink bud of flesh, drawing it into me, moving my tongue and lips. My tongue penetrated inside the vagina, exploring its walls. And Kira, grabbing my lower back, pulled my penis towards her and wrapped her lips around the head with a tight ring. Oh, she sucked and licked it like a wonderful sweetness, like a sweet tooth sucks a lollipop, like a baby sucks at its mother’s breast! She sucked her buzz out of me, the juices of voluptuousness known only to her, just as I at that moment absorbed the ambrosia of passion from her vagina!
After some time, the little red-haired witch, releasing her penis from her mouth, again made a cat-like movement with her whole body, slipping out of my hands. Kneeling in front of me, she placed her hands on my shoulders and pressed on them, laying me on my back. With my brain foggy, I submitted completely to my long-awaited lover. Lying on my back, I watched from under closed eyelids as she moved her leg across me, positioning her crotch over the protruding stake. As soon as the head entered her, Kira squeezed the strong vaginal muscles, making me moan hoarsely. Having done this several times, as if trying it on before jumping into the water, she suddenly lowered herself onto the penis, allowing it to enter her entirely. Kira’s vagina, contracting and unclenching, “snapped” my penis! She began to rise and fall on her knees, pushing the penis in and out to its full length! Several times she moved my hands away, trying to grab her breasts, until, at some moment, known to her alone, she took my palms and placed them on the wonderful hemispheres, decorated with protruding pink-red nipples. After another moment, Kira put my fingers on her nipples and made it clear that I needed to play with them. Сжав соски пальцами, я стал пожимать и покручивать их, чувствуя, как нарастает во мне желание выстрелить внутрь Киры, как неудержимо подкатывает это извержение и ничто, и никто в мире не может остановить его! Как никто и ничто в мире не может отрезвить меня в эти мгновения, помешать мне, кричать и стонать, содрогаясь в чудных судорогах, чувствуя, как сотрясается в оргазме тело Киры, как сокращается сладострастно её влагалище! И два пересохших друг без друга широко раскрытых рта, кричат вечную славу «богу по имени Любовь»! И нет в такие моменты ничего запретного для отдавшихся друг другу без остатка людей! Всё дозволено таким людям, всё становится возможным для них. И стонут они от счастья и, если плачут они в эти мгновения — от счастья! От счастья же любят они друг друга ещё крепче! И единственное, что может убить их, так это какая-либо сила, способная оторвать в такой момент любовников друг от друга но, нет такой силы! Нет в мире силы, способной победить Любовь!
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«Профессор» замолк. Молчали и слушатели, пока мудрый Кузьмич, снова не звякнул посудой, наполняя стаканы.
Теперь заговорили все разом.
— Так я не понял, — заорал сверху «Матюха», — что ж ты кручинишься?!
— Тут радоваться надо, — вторил ему «Тюха».
— И я не понял, — говорил громко «Профессору» «Карась», — где ж тут мучения и о каком извращении ты говорил.
— Чо ж тут непонятного, — неожиданно заставило всех замолчать, тихое замечание Кузьмича, — по всему видно, что ребенок она.
Лица слушателей повернулись к «Профессору» с немым вопросом в глазах.
— Я же говорил, что Кузьмич самый мудрый из нас, — тихо проговорил тот, — Кире в тот момент было четырнадцать с половиной лет. Сейчас ей восемнадцать с небольшим. Вот я и ездил в Хабаровск за документами для неё.
— И как? — осведомился «Абрек».
— Забрал! Все, правда, отобрали, с-с-собаки! — Радостно улыбнулся «Профессор» и пояснил, — Чиновнички гребаные! Еле-еле наскреб по бильярдным деньги на обратный билет, но забрал! Восемь тысяч брал с собой, а сейчас в кармане полтинник, но, забрал! Никаких документов о том, что родилась и жила она в этом городе там не осталось! Так что, начинается новая жизнь у моей девочки, и у меня, конечно, — «Профессор» сиял, как медный таз, — спасибо вам ребята за то, что выслушали. Спасибо и тебе, Кузьмич за добрый совет и вовремя налитый допинг! Без тебя я бы не решился на рассказ…
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Обсуждение отмени своей властью «Карась».
— Нечего тут обсуждать! Нет здесь никакого извращения, а есть только любовь бескрайняя. И за ту любовь твою, за рассказ душевный, прими от нас — не побрезгуй!
Он порылся в куче одежды и достал пакет.
— Держи от всей артели! Тут тыща, — выставив перед собою ладонь, видя намерение «Профессора» возразить, — и не вздумай отказываться! Если тебе не нужны, так купишь гостинец для Киры своей и передашь его от нас с поклоном.
— Да, — задумчиво протянул «Абрек», — а книжка хорошая получилась бы, а, старшой?
— Сейчас такие книги не читают, да и не выпускают, — пробормотал Кузьмич, а жаль! Я бы её много раз перечитывал, будь она у меня.
— Нет-нет, друзья! Нельзя писать о таком личном! Невозможно, пожалуй, правдиво описать. Это я вам, как на духу все выложил, а в книге, — он махнул рукой и рассмеялся чему-то, — вот если кто из вас решится, так я согласен! Претензий на авторство предъявлять не стану!
— Тогда, значит, можно? — раздался голос с багажной полки, облюбованной «Студентом», молчаливым парнишкой, — я Вас верно понял?
— О чем ты? — удивился «Профессор».
— Я хочу написать рассказ о Вас с Кирой! Я вот даже законспектировал кое-что, — показал он блокнот и добавил смущенно, — если Вы, конечно, не против того.
— Я же сказал — валяй!
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Ну и написал «Студент» рассказ о «Профессоре» и Кире.
Pаrаkhаn.
03.10.2005.