This chapter contains erotics/sex.

  JOHN.

  “Calm down. Nothing terrible happened. Aren’t you afraid to be in the same bath with me?” I ask.

  Chris shakes her head negatively.

  “But then we’ll have to undress you.”

  This time she nods her head in agreement.

  “Raise your hands,” I command.

  She obediently raises her hands, and I pull off her T-shirt and throw it in the undry basket. I’ll have to give her a new one after the shower. Okay, I still have a couple in reserve. But now I have that same question again.

  “I’m going to do something now. Do you trust me?”

  Chris nods.

  “That’s good.”

  I stand behind her and gently pinch her nipples between my fingers and twist it lightly, then release it and touch it with my fingertips. They are hard.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” she answers shyly.

  “Do you want me to continue?”

  “Yes.”

  I move her hair aside and kiss her neck. I hold her waist with one hand, while with the other I finally unbutton the ill-fated jeans. It’s a freedom!

  “Now just rex and let your body speak for you. You are too tense. Okay? No need to be shy if you like it, and tell me if you are uncomfortable. I will take it off if you do not mind.”

  Chris seems to be starting to sober up, because all the courage has gone somewhere, only a fragile girl is left, trying to close herself in her cocoon again. No, she must feel at least some pleasure from the fact that today she is next to me. Will she be able to say again that she cares about me? Maybe someday. In any case, I will offer her to live together, so that she gets used to me.

  I remain in my underwear, and my little girl too. Only her hair slightly covers her breasts. She is so tempting. I turn off the water. The bath is ready for both of us, but the water seems a little hot. I twirl a strand of her hair in my hand. And I lean towards her a little. She looks at me with wide-open eyes. I stroke her cheek with my finger and go down to her chin. Holding it, I lift her head and gently part her lips with my tongue. She does not resist. I slowly move her against the wall and finally press her. Now she’s blocked. I hold her back with one hand, and with the other I begin to caress her breasts, kissing her all the while. Chris leans forward slightly to meet me.

  “Good girl,” I note to myself with satisfaction.

  “I’m going to push you against the wall a little now. Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist, okay?”

  She nods, not taking her eyes off me. I lift her up, and now her face is level with mine, or even a little higher.

  “Do you want to kiss me?” I ask.

  She takes my face in her thin palms and presses her lips to mine. I reach for her panties. They are definitely wet.

  “Ouch!” she pulls away.

  “Don’t fidget,” I‘m warning her, “I won’t hurt you.”

  “But it is wet,” she tries to object.

  “It means you like my body,” I try to expin in simple terms.

  While she kisses me again, I run my finger over her wet panties, and again, and again. I feel her crotch pulsating. It’s so exciting.

  “Do you want to move them aside?”

  I support her under the butt and pull the treasured strip.

  “So wet,” I purr in her ear.

  CHRISTINA.

  I don’t know when it all went wrong. We were at the club, I was drinking, and then what? I don’t know how I ended up at John’s pce, but I’m going crazy from the smell of him mixed with the smell of “Fahrenheit”. I’m terribly ashamed of my wet panties, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s incredibly gentle. And I like it so much.

  “Do you want to take them off? We don’t need them anymore.”

  “Yes,” is the only thing I can say.

  He carefully lowers me to the floor. He squats down and, looking up at me, says:

  “I’m taking it off.”

  But before he does, he runs his finger down the wet strip between my legs, back and forth. And again. I seem to like his touch. John doesn’t take his eyes off me. It’s so awkward. Finally, he takes my panties off my buttocks and grabs them with his very strong hands. He strokes them and squeezes them again.

  “There are nice feelings,” I note to myself.

  He pulls the front part down, and this piece of fabric falls to my feet. Oh, I’m completely naked. How embarrassing.

  “The st frontier is crossed,” he ughs, picking me up and pcing me right in the bathtub. A bottle of red wine appears from somewhere. It’s already started. John takes a sip straight from the bottle, and then asks in a hoarse voice:

  “Do you want more?”

  “Just a little,” I say, embarrassed. I haven’t eaten for a long time, and the wine is spreading through my body too quickly, although I’ve only taken a couple of sips.

  “Enough,” he says, “sit down. I’ll sit behind you.”

  With these words, he climbs into the bathtub after me. He hugs me again and presses me to himself. His underwear is wet, the fabric is stuck, and I feel his arousal.

  “Sorry, I might be a little rough now. I want you and I’m holding on with all my might.”

  He kisses my neck. Then my shoulder. I stroke his protruding dignity.

  “Oh yeah!”

  I turn my head. His eyes are closed, his mouth is slightly open, he seems pleased. I put my hand inside and feel the hardness of his friend. A light groan escaped his lips. But he quickly pulls himself together, and his fingers quickly slide along my body to the cherished goal. He strokes very close. Closer, closer, and his fingers touch my mound below. I’m in heaven. I try not to make sounds, although I really want to.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  There, in the lower abdomen, something is pulsating. John jumps out of the bathroom and runs away, a minute ter he comes back.

  “Where is our washcloth and shower gel? It’s time to wash you.”

  He is less excited and more banced. Then he rolls me up in a big towel and carries me to a big beautiful bed.

  “Let’s put this on. Now go to sleep, my baby.”

  ***

  It’s midmorning. The sun’s rays don’t penetrate the window, thanks to the thick curtains. John is still asleep, and his arm is around my waist. I’m wearing his T-shirt. It seems like st night something went completely wrong. I vaguely remember the events, but it seems like we had some kind of intimate contact.

  “We didn’t sleep together, I hope?” I ask myself.

  I gently push his hand away. My dream seems to have come true. The man I love is sleeping next to me with the most serene appearance. But I feel so ashamed. I try to get up, my head is splitting.

  “Oh my God, where are my panties?! How embarrassing!”

  I go to the kitchen. I need to drink something. There is something in the fridge. Yogurt - that will do for me. I drink it in one gulp, and quietly creep into the bathroom. I look in the mirror.

  “What a horror!”

  There are bruises under my eyes, my face looks tired.

  “He saw me like this. This is a real nightmare. I need to get out of here quickly, before he wakes up. Clothes, where are my clothes?”

  Yeah, everything is hanging on the radiator. grab my panties, blouse, jeans. Where is the bra? And the blouse is wrinkled. Oh, screw it! I quickly put it on. I need to run. I’ll think about it ter. I tiptoe into the hallway. John rolls over. I stop and hold my breath.

  “Phew, that was a relief.”

  I grab my coat. Luckily, my bag is in the hallway.

  “Phone, I need my phone! Yes, it’s here.”

  I try to open the door as quietly as possible and slip out. I close the door. I take the elevator down to the first floor and run as fast as I can to the next house, and the next. I trip and fall. It hurts. I think I hurt my knee. I get up and run on. At the next intersection, I stop and try to catch my breath. I order a taxi. Memories of st night are starting to come back in fragments. I’m in deep. So embarrassed…

  JOHN.

  It must be midday now. My girl is sleeping next to me. It seems… I run my hand over the bed and open my eyes. But where is she?

  “Chris?.. Chris!”

  There is silence in response. I jump up. I look into the bathroom, but it is empty.

  “Chris?! Please tell me this is not true! You are just hiding, right?”

  I go into the hallway, but her things are gone, and her bag. The door is closed, but not locked. She left after all.

  “You’re such an idiot, John. You scared her. You love her, couldn’t you control yourself? She was the only one drinking, and you could think rationally. You are an idiot!”

  I grab the phone. I call, but she’s turned off hers. I call again and again, but the voice on the other end tells me that the subscriber is unavaible. I’m angry with myself. I dial my father.

  “Is everything bad?” he asks sympathetically.

  “She left, Dad. I’ll break something, my nerves are on edge.”

  “Send me the address. And try to calm down. I’ll come as soon as I can.”

  The gss flew into the wall, it was on the nightstand nearby.

  “Cool down, son. We’ll figure out what to do next.”

  I’m hanging up and sending him the address. I need to take an ice-cold shower. It will help calm my nerves.