Chapter 16 contains erotics.

  JOHN.

  Perhaps she should have consumed all that alcohol. I get to know Chris from a new side. Although I drank a little more than usual, I feel great. She put her hands on my shoulders and she is standing very close. I can look into the ocean of green eyes, a little clouded, but looking straight at me without taking my eyes off. It’s a pity that I can’t stop time. I’m looking at her lips, they are small, but so seductive. And in the spotlight she is so beautiful.

  “How could I not notice this?”

  We slowly spin. Her head rests on my chest. I gently stroke her back. Her hands intertwine in a lock on my neck, and I only press her closer to me. The song ends, and the next one begins.

  “Another one?” I asked.

  She only nodded. Then, suddenly, she uncsped her hands, pulled me to her by the colr of my shirt with one and quietly whispered: “I love you, John …”

  For a second, my breath catches. Did I imagine it? But she doesn’t say anything else and just looks at me with a long, searching gaze. I wanted to ask again, but I didn’t dare, what if it’s the whiskey in my head. However, her pupils have dited. It’s as if she’s waiting for an answer, and not finding one, she whispers barely audibly: “Forgive me.”

  Her eyes have gone dim. And she weakly puts her head on my chest. Her arms hang down. With her height, she looks so fragile and small. It looks like she’s about to fall. I squeeze her shoulders tightly and say:

  “Let’s go home, baby.”

  She doesn’t resist. I take our things, put a coat on her. The taxi arrives quickly. It’s great that I rented a cozy apartment in a residential area of ??London a week ago. I didn’t expect Chris to be in it so quickly and in such a situation, but maybe it’s for the best. Her head rests on my shoulder. She dozed off. About twenty minutes ter the driver stops. I pay the bill.

  “It’s time to wake up, Chris…”

  She opens her eyes, crawls out somehow, and closes them again. I pick her up, carry her to the apartment and y her on the bed. The cool night air has refreshed me, and I am almost sober. I will have to change her clothes myself. Well, my pants are too big for her, so I will give her only a T-shirt. It will be like a dress to her. I would give her a bath, after all, I have already had to catch a glimpse of her naked body, but it is not kind to her in this state. Although it would help calm my nerves. And I also need to let down her hair, it is pulled tight. Time to get down to business. I pull off her coat and boots. Then I unzip her jeans and unbutton her blouse. She mumbles something unintelligible, but does not wake up. I carefully take off the blouse and even more carefully the jeans.

  “And what to do with the bra?” I ask myself.

  If I leave it, she will feel uncomfortable. And if I take it off, I won’t be able to restrain my male being.

  “But what does it matter if it will make her uncomfortable? You can take a shower anyway and relieve the tension,” I tell myself.

  I take a T-shirt out of the closet. Finally, the st obstacle is passed, and a pair of snow-white small breasts open up before my eyes. My friend below reacts immediately. Trying not to touch her in the attractive areas, I lift her head and part of her body and, leaning her against myself, I put her head through the neck. The dangerous zone is finally removed from my eyes. And I almost overcame the temptation. I pull the hairpins out of her head and take off the hair roller. It scattered over her shoulders. I inhale their scent, mixing with the smell of shampoo. And why did I do this? My desire has become even stronger. I am going to fold her things and go to the shower. All that remains is to put her under the bnket. I take off my shirt and remain in only jeans.

  “You will have to sleep in the same bed tonight... But isn’t that what you wanted?” my brain asks me.

  “I want to drink...” she says, barely moving her lips.

  “I’ll get some water now,” I’m whispering to her.

  “I don’t want water. Wine would be OK…”

  “What an alcoholic,” I ughed to myself.

  Luckily, I have a bottle of good red wine in the fridge. I bought it for myself, but I can’t help but share it with my love. I open the gss and bring it to her. She opens her eyes, but still looks tired. Of course, she slept for about an hour. I can’t even call it sleep.

  “Take it. I see you enjoyed drinking it,” I tell her in my usual manner.

  But it seems she hasn’t sobered up yet. She looks at me with a sleepy look, then at the wine, drinks it slowly, puts the gss on the nightstand and says:

  “Stay with me…”

  This time I heard right.

  “You need to sleep, baby,” I tell her tenderly, looking at her.

  I’m about to cover her with a bnket, but she tugs at my hand. I lose my bance and nd so that my face is close to hers. We are separated by a few centimeters. I jerk away from her. She puts her hand on my torso and examines it. My hand reaches for her hair. I lean towards her and speak quietly in her ear:

  “I told you not to tease me. Otherwise, I can hurt you. Men and women are built differently. And if you don’t understand this, then I won’t be able to protect you from myself.”

  Why should I expin everything to her like a child?!

  She just puts her finger to my lips and puts my hand on her tits. Right under her T-shirt. And

  I give in with a stifled moan. And squeezing her tits with my hand, I kiss her a little sloppily, but now is not the time for apologies, she brought it to this herself. Chris reciprocates, and pulling away tells me:

  “I hate those beauties who slept with you. And I hate you for it too.”

  “Shut up,” I interrupt her.

  I take her hand in mine and press it to my excited friend. He can be felt through my jeans and is insistently asking to be freed.

  “Admire what you’ve done,” I pyfully curse.

  Chris looks at the bulge with interest and tries to unzip my jeans, but her hands do not obey her. Then she begins to gently stroke. And I am ready to fly into the sky like a kite.

  “You know, I could fuck you here and now, I’m excited and ready for it,” I’m not shy about expressions anymore, “but I’ll do it when you ask me about it consciously. I don’t need you to regret what you say and do. And when you’re ready to repeat to me everything you said tonight, looking into my eyes, we’ll go back to where we stopped now. So go to bed!” I want to leave already and relieve myself in proud solitude.

  “You’ll come to me, right?” she asks with some hope in her voice.

  “Of course, my little silly. Where will I go from you?” I sigh resignedly.

  “I think I need to go to the toilet,” Chris says.

  What the hell?

  “Okay,” I agree, “will you make it?”

  “I don’t know,” she shakes her head doubtfully.

  I help her up, but end up having to pick her up and carry her myself.

  “I’ll wait for you outside,” I say.

  I go and turn on the water. I should probably fill the bath. A minute ter, I start to worry and go to ask how she is, but then Chris looks out, scared.

  “John, don’t get any ideas,” she presses herself against me, as if seeking protection, “my panties are wet. I’m so embarrassed, I didn’t pee, honestly.”

  I burst into fits of ughter. I can’t catch my breath from ughing. Then, having calmed down a little, I squeeze out:“Let’s go to the bathroom. You need to take a shower.”

  “I really didn’t do anything, the bed is dry, you can check. I swear.”

  “I believe you.”

  I’m putting my arm around her shoulders and leading her to the bathroom. Looks like she’s never had a boyfriend. What a liar! I’ll have to teach her myself. I think I’m going to have some fun with her.