We leisurely walked towards Vera's home while she chatted merrily. Soon enough I was giggling together with her at her jokes. Vova was a bit on the quiet side, and I was wondering if he was listening, he did stop by every water fountain on the way saying he was parched. Vera reminisced about how they spend their youth growing up together, and he should have visited their home more often since they still owned the place.
"I didn't see you since the funeral…" Then she went quiet.
"Huh?" I looked at both of them confused, but no one was elaborating, so for about last ten minutes we walked in an awkward silence. We watched as she disappeared into her house. With one last look at the building next to her home he said:
"This was my house." And briefly turned around pulling me away while still holding my hand since earlier that evening. It's not like I was a child and was going to get lost, but his dedication was admirable. Slowly we begun quietly chatting about silly stuff as awkwardness disappeared. Half way to my house we heard laughter, and I recognized voices. I roughly pulled Vova to the side as I saw two shapes in the distance begin hugging, and what I assumed making out.
"Whaaaa?" He tried to ask something.
"Shhhh!" I vetoed any resistance.
I did not want to disturb my friend's romantic evening any more than I already had today. So, I did my best not to get noticed by them, without sparing a moment of thought about my companion. He looked over my shoulder at what I was spying at and chuckled.
"Well, we can do better…" he mused.
"What?"
And before I could get an answer, I ended up in his warm embrace slowly kissing. The tempo was gradually getting faster and faster. I could barely steal chances to breathe. Somehow, we backtracked half a street while hugging and making out and ended up on the bench we just passed by few moments before. He was strong, very strong, as his desire intensified, I could feel his fingers through my jacket with my bones.
I was confused as to why this happened, and the more time passed the less I though we shouldn't do this. A thought popped into my mind, 'I already know all about him, he's a great guy.' As soon as I thought it, it's like I took my foot off my foot the break, I stopped pushing him away even slightest bit, I wasn't even aware I was doing it before.
When he noticed my lack of resistance, I was plucked up from being next to him and ended up straddling his lap with my legs to both sides of his, it was very embracing while wearing a skirt. I couldn't even voice a complaint, since we never stopped kissing. But now it was intensifying, I felt like he will devour my soul. At this moment I didn't care, I realized that its already too late for me and I'm hopelessly lost and fell in love. I probably already loved him from all my friends praises of how awesome he was.
As his hands moved down my waist to my butt cheeks and gave them a good squeeze, I let out an unvoluntary deep moan. He pulled me roughly towards him and since my legs were spread open, I could feel his excitement through my panties. This was getting dangerous! I noticed myself getting excited a well. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, it was too dam loud, I couldn't think well. The hot chill rang through my skin at his every touch. As a thin line of reason prevailed, I did my best pushing away from him and disengaging from his soft lips. Damn, he was a good kisser!
"Do… you… have… protection?" I asked gasping for air in between of words.
"Ehh? No?" He answered slowly, with dazed look in his eyes.
"Well, we can't do it then…" I replied mournfully. Two things were hammered into my core of beliefs: don't get pregnant and don't forgive getting hit.
"It doesn't feel good with it on anyway…" He answered with a low whisper as he begun kissing my neck. My vision span around and I was almost convinced. With the last piece of resistance, I pushed him away again.
"It's still a no…" I said mournfully. For a few moments it looked like he was debating whether or not to fool around a bit more. But soon I was promptly put on my wobbly feet, and after a bit of straightening of clothing we proceeded heading back in the direction of my house.
As we were walking by Ira's house, I realized that she was no longer there. I wonder how much time has passed; it was getting suspiciously lighter on the horizon. By the time we approached my house it was getting light, a quick kiss and I dashed inside before getting spotted.
Well, I did get spotted by my sis, dreamily telling her that I fell in love somehow got me off the hook? Thankful for the lack of lecturing, I jumped into the bed and was able to catch few hours of snooze before noon.
When I woke up, I realized that it was Sunday, and I would get to see him again. Going through my rumpled clothing I found the handkerchief Vova lent me. I decided that today's priority was to get all the smudges out of it before giving it back. We didn't plan a meeting, so I was hopeful I'll see him in the club tonight when I go out with the girls. Washing the small piece of cloth, I was musing over last night with anticipating smile, and was even bold enough to consider giving him a different pet name instead of Vova in my daydreams.
While the handkerchief was drying, I was mulling over what to wear. It was not as easy as I thought. My best dress was worn yesterday, most of what I owned was old or hammy downs of my sister's that were way out of style. I settled on a black velvet skirt and a black velvet shirt. The skirt was a bit grandma's length, but cute when shortened. Sadly, I didn't have a chance to alter it since I got it recently, and because it matched pretty well with a velvet tee I already had it was time to improvise. I rolled the skirt up a little bit and it all looked decent. With a pair of thigh high boots, it was pretty stylish. I looked in a mirror, taking myself in and was pleased with the outcome. Yeah, I could lose a bit of weight, that bad habit of eating my sorrows away made me on a chubby side. But with a bonus side effect of big chest, I still had an impressive hourglass figure.
Well, there was not much I could do in a day about my weight, so I put that worry away, ironed the handkerchief and headed to my best friend's house.