My Wet Girl in the Compartment, Not Only Mine. Part 1.

It was a hot July, so hot that the asphalt melted before our eyes. My girlfriend Alice and I are going on a short vacation to visit my parents by the sea, in a coastal town. We took the train at the last moment, there were seats only in the general compartment, and, of course, top and bottom.

I helped her carry the backpack, although she always says that she can handle it herself. Stubborn, just like me. We were after a quarrel - little things, as usual, but everything was still hanging in the air.

We came in after standing at the station - a smelly platform, sticky hands, a headache from the heat and the crowd. She has short shorts, a light light T-shirt, glasses on her head, and a bottle of water in her hands. Of course

she was without a bra, she took it off after only 5 minutes of riding in a stuffy minibus, so her nipples and the piercings on them were clearly visible through her T-shirt.

When we entered the compartment, I already realized that it was in vain that I didn’t get tickets to the suite. There were two people sitting on the lower shelves. One is tanned, has a short haircut, a T-shirt with strange stains, looks like he’s from a market, where he’ll first sell you game and then lend you a cigarette. The second one is calmer but with that type of face where everything is clear even without words. Black T-shirt, tattoo up to the elbow, arms like a butcher's.

- Well, my dears, will you come with us? - muttered the first one, without even looking at me.

— Oh, a normal little girl, such a beauty is rare on the train,” added the second one, winking vulgarly. I saw her displeasure, but only a little. She was silent, but something was already itching inside me. I clenched my teeth. She didn't say anything, just looked at me and sat down.

She sat opposite, pale, like porcelain, such is genetics, even in the summer under the scorching sun, her skin was very light. With the same short shorts, which for some reason she wore very high, through which the outline of her buttocks was clearly visible. Her hair was dark, brown, a little disheveled, her lips were swollen after the heat, and her eyes looked somewhere past everyone, as if she didn’t care that the two idiots below were undressing her with their gaze. And I didn’t know who I was more angry at, the guys who look at other people’s things, or my girlfriend who, as always, says with her outfit: “stare at me.”

He ​​was silent. But something was already boiling inside me. Not because of them. Because of her. Why is she silent? Why doesn't he put them in their place? She's always so harsh. And here there is zero reaction. He just looks out the window and sometimes squeezes my hand. It’s as if he’s asking: “No need for a scene.”

— Well, friends, we’ve been traveling together for a long time, let’s at least get acquainted,” said the one in the T-shirt. – I’m Damir, this is Grisha. We are from Zaporozhye.

— Andrey,” I muttered, not in the mood.

— What’s the baby’s name? — Grisha leaned closer to her, pointedly ignoring me.

She didn’t have time to answer - I already said:

- This is my girlfriend. She.

— Yeah, yours,” Damir chuckled, “she’s such a beauty that I would sell my mother to sit next to her.”

I looked at him. Not hostile. Just smooth. But everything was boiling inside.

— Well, beauty, why are you angry, brother,” Grisha continued, “don’t be jealous, we’re just playing around.” We are wondering how such a sweet candy left with such a... modest guy.

She looked at me. It was as if she was saying with her eyes, “No need, everything is fine.” But it wasn't normal. They undressed her with words, gestures, and they didn’t care that I was nearby.

- You stare so much, brother, as if you forget that people sometimes have teeth not for eating.

I leaned back. I didn’t want to conflict, but I also wanted to stand up for myself, while the two guys were looking at Alice as if she were a new dish on the menu.

She just took the bottle and took a sip, a drop dripping down her wet lips. And I noticed how they both saw it.

And at that moment, when the train was just picking up speed, when the heat had melted every standard of politeness, I realized that this would either be a night of silent rage, or a very loud scene.

Two hours passed, maybe three. The train thundered somewhere near Vinnitsa. The sun no longer hit the windows, but the stuffiness did not subside - the T-shirt stuck to my back, and my patience stuck to my teeth. We had already talked (or rather, they had talked, I only occasionally inserted a couple of words) about everything: music, cities, army stories, some stupid stories “about life” that those two exchanged, as if they were trying to impress Alice.

And, fuck, she laughed. For real. Not politely, but with that very real smile of yours, where all your teeth are visible. But the limit of this evening was the following dialogue:

— Well, tell me, Alice,” Grisha said, wiping sweat from his neck, “you don’t like these... strict, silent guys?” Well, honestly.

- Who loves them? - Damir picked up. - Mortal boredom.

Alice nodded and took a sip from a plastic cup. They took out a cloudy bottle - either burnt wine or moonshine. It stank of alcohol and heat. At first she refused. Then - “okay, a little bit.” Then another sip. Then she started laughing. Everything seemed to become softer, stickier, closer to the edge.

— Well, boredom is a strong word. It’s just... sometimes you want someone not to whine, but to just be a man. And sometimes I also want me to sweat and be wet, not only from the heat...

Her gaze slid over me. Silently, coldly. Top down.

— What do you say, Andryush? Are you the main jealous person here, or are you just listening and pretending that everything is under control?

I was silent. I was disarmed, I didn’t know how to behave. A person close to me suddenly started making fun of me, now we are not on the same team. Cold sweat ran down me.

— It’s going to explode right now,” Damir whispered in her ear, deliberately loudly. - Do you see how his jaw moves? I know such people are tolerated at first, and then... bam! and nothing.. - Grisha burst out laughing throughout the compartment.

She laughed.

Really laughed. And she leaned closer to him, as if she wanted to answer something.

I again felt the air in the compartment become thick, like overheated tar.

- Maybe, Andryusha, you’ll go out for a smoke? - she said, seemingly joking, but her voice was real. “We’ll chat with the guys some more, otherwise you’re kind of serious, you’d better go and breathe in the vestibule.”

- Are you serious? - I whispered.

- What? They are interested in me. But it seems like you don’t.

This was no longer a game. It was a blow. And I didn’t know what to do with myself: run away, knock out my teeth, or just accept it.

And they sat as if at home. Lounging. With half smiles. We are sure that a little more and she will be sitting on someone’s lap.

I went out. The last thing I saw was Alice moving onto their bed. The compartment door slammed shut behind him. It became quiet for a second. Only the roar of the train, the smell of sleepers, dried rubber on the threshold of the vestibule.

I took out a cigarette, not even remembering where I got it from. I don't smoke. But for now, fuck it.

The lighter trembled in my hand.

I stood and smoked. My hands were shaking. I was throwing up. Jealousy pulsed in my temples like a flashing light of anxiety.

She laughs with them. Leans over. Drinks from their hands.

She who used to get angry if anyone even looked at her on the subway.

And now eye to eye with some cattle.

I clenched my fists.

I wanted to fly in there and knock out my teeth. Just for the laugh. For the look. For the way she said “Andryusha”. How sweet, what a mockery..

And then... something clicked inside.

Somewhere at the bottom of the rage, in the midst of shaking, evil and shame, a strange... Excitement flared up?

I didn't understand at first. Was this a glitch?

But I imagined her sitting between them. The way they look at her.

Like one of them, perhaps, hugging. How her leg touches someone else's. The way she kisses. Or allows himself to be kissed. And I realized that something was wrong with me.

I... liked it?

What the hell?..

I put out my cigarette on the iron.

My heart was beating like a driven dog. I returned to the compartment doors. He put his hand to the handle and heard a sound.

Not a word. Not a voice. And something... wet. Soft.

Smacking. Laughter. Another smack.

I froze. I was paralyzed.

I jerked the door open.

Inside, Alice was sitting on the bottom shelf. Her leg was thrown over Damir's knee.

She laughed and he leaned towards her face. Grisha sat opposite, holding a cigarette near the window and a wild expression of amusement on his face.

I didn't see any obvious kissing. But I saw those eyes, her eyes, her red lips, wet lipstick, and Damir’s hand on her thigh. And I didn't know if she was afraid that I was coming in or if she didn't care.

I stood.

I watched it.

And I didn’t know whether to scream, hit, or just go out again and jerk off in the toilet, like a moron, turned on by someone else’s hands on his girlfriend.

I came in. The door slammed behind him. It was quiet inside, but not really, tension hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Damir looked at me and calmly said:

- Listen, Andryukh, maybe you can leave us for fifteen minutes? Well, you can see for yourself that you are disturbing things a little.

He ​​grinned, and Grisha chuckled.

Alice did not object. She didn't frown. She didn't say a word.

I just sat with the same leg on his knee and looked as if it was normal.

I silently turned around and left. My heart was pounding. I didn’t even understand how I ended up in the vestibule. He took out a cigarette. The lighter trembled in his fingers. Smoke filled my nose again, my hands were icy, although the carriage was hot from the summer sun.

My head was empty, but at the same time a complete mess. Anger, resentment, shame. And excitement. Strange, disgusting, animal. I thought I was going crazy.

A minute later, the door behind me clicked quietly. Grisha came out. He stood next to me and lit a cigarette.

— You’re a normal kid,” he said, looking forward. - It’s immediately obvious that he’s not a fool. Only you must understand: this happens. This is not treason. This is a game. She just wants to try to be different, to be real.

I didn’t answer anything. He took a drag and continued:

- If you want my advice, don’t interfere. Let him feel that anything is possible. And then decide whether it’s yours or not.

He ​​exhaled smoke and walked back as if nothing had happened.

And I stayed. He stood there without moving. It was spinning in my head: “let him feel everything.”

I knew what was happening there now. I didn't hear it exactly, but I knew it.

And for some reason I didn’t go there.

Not because I was afraid.

Because I wanted to know how far she would go without me.

I stood, already near the compartment, as if nailed down. The vestibule was stuffy, the lamp above the door flickered as if mocking. I leaned against the partition again, and then froze.

A sound came from the compartment. Dull, wet. Click. And one more. It was as if someone had moved abruptly and not very carefully. Then a short feminine exhalation. My brain immediately recognized this sound. I've heard it before, but not like this. Not outside.

- No no, little one, this won’t do, I feel how wet you are, but I want to enjoy something else.. - Damir seemed to be in charge of his own, - Get on your knees, slut..

I couldn’t believe what was happening, I heard Alice obediently kneel down, I clearly heard the trousers stretching. And then wet sobs, as if someone was furiously eating ice cream. But this was not enough for Damir, judging by the fact that Alisa began to choke, he took control into his own hands. She coughed, choked, spat, I was sure saliva was running down her T-shirt.

— That’s it, bitch, that’s what you wanted,” followed by a clear slap in the face.

Then Grisha’s voice. Muffled, but distinct:

- Hush, hush, he might come back.

— Yes, let it be,” her voice. Hoarse, drunk, impudent, aspirated. - Fuck him.

— You’re definitely his girl, huh? - someone chuckled. - I already doubt it. Okay.. come on, lie down, otherwise I can already see how it’s breaking you.

Laughter again.

Then another sound. Soft, like the movement of the body on the seat. I heard a short sob. Not from pain. From something else.

My heart stopped.

I stood pressed against the door, holding my breath. Pictures popped into my head. I didn’t want to see them, but my brain drew it itself. He drew her in their hands. He pictured her throwing her head back. How she moans, trying not to scream. How they press her, how he enters her. How she allows it.

— Fuck, how narrow it is here, it’s like you never had a dick in you...” Damir continued, and I heard him spit in order to lubricate his dick more.

- Be quiet, that idiot is probably standing near the door. - Grisha’s quiet voice.

— Go take him somewhere, otherwise I can’t relax,” Alice continued.

- Well, you’re a slut... you want it yourself..

Everything was shrinking tightly inside. How excitement flares up stronger than rage. I don’t know anymore whether I want to take it away, or... Watch to the end. But I didn’t want to just leave, I wanted to at least hear.

Within a minute, Grisha carefully slipped through the doors, saw me and smiled. I didn’t understand right away, but I looked really pitiful, while others were taking advantage of my girl, I was standing rubbing my erect penis through my pants, and Grisha understood this.

- Come on, brother, let's go away and have a smoke.

And we moved away, but I didn’t want to.

— Listen, I’ll tell you honestly,” Grisha leaned his back against the wall and lit a cigarette. “Your woman, of course... is like that.” Apparently, he wants everything at once. You know that yourself.

— If she respected you, she wouldn’t be lying there now with her legs spread in front of someone else.

He ​​took a drag.

— But I don’t blame her. People like her are not made for one thing. They are tottering through life. Today you, tomorrow someone more insolent. Nothing personal, brother, just a fact.

- Yes, I understand, even if she doesn’t have fun with me, at least she can have fun with you. - I can’t believe what I’m saying, I’m now voluntarily giving my girlfriend into the hands of others.

— Well, you see, it’s another matter,” Grisha smiled, “then I promise that we will fuck your baby all night,” patting me on the shoulder.

I let go of the situation, I accepted what was happening, I felt better. We stood like that for another 10 minutes, talking about everything, he talked about the women they met on the train, said that I was not the first like this.

— Well, shall we go back? You have no choice anyway. What if they are already pouring tea there?

He ​​patted me, put out the cigarette and went into the compartment. I stood there for a few seconds, then followed him silently.