I am your fifth element. Sergey Strelyaev
without knowing how to hide already obviously arisen rivalry.
“The silly woman, – reproached about herself Volkova, pouring out rage, tried to give thoughts by a look. – Unless you do not see: he is rather clever and will notice all our primitive flirtation. As a result a game will cause only laughter”.
– Even it is pleasant, – Sergey rose from a chair.
The distance remaining between them disappeared and before the guy overtook a girl’s face, already managed to touch the Yuliny breast the, hardly considerably proshurshat fingers on her leg and a skirt. The body of the girl was saturated by a pleasant shiver. She once again the estimating look examined the guy and did not find in his appearance anything outstanding, anything, capable to cause an inexplicable pricking in heart. Stvorov seemed to one of millions of high, thin guys. Therefore his appearance did not give the answer, did not explain from what the girl felt all strength of the person who touched it from what in a second rush felt the mass of the hidden energy which is not given by the nature, and received in an award to strenuous efforts. It never liked guys of a similar constitution, and she preferred to sinewy, hardly noticeable muscles seen superiority like huge hillocks and massive congestions on a body even if received by means of medical supplies. Anyway, it looked effectively as well as she. So, Kireeva could not fall in love average, conceding though in something to others, the person. And let everything accepted so, now after minute acquaintance, she wanted to be with the guy, to kiss him and to kiss wildly, passionately, thoughtlessly. And obstacles to proximity were not, they were divided by only several centimeters: both felt reciprocal hot breath. Uchashchenno having begun to breathe, Kireeva slightly opened a mouth. A second more and it would cling to thin lips, but the impatient girlfriend brought out of the captivated state.
– Well you hesitate? Go!
Having begun to creak a chair, Alignments removed it back, cleared the way. As ill luck would have it, it was hooked for the table edge: it was necessary to bend, push aside an obstacle. Thanks to the same narrowness, again casually concerned it is speeded up the rising girl’s breasts. Through captured it frays, Yulya realized the absurdity of the events. At the same time desire to nestle on the guy’s breast only increased.
Nobody ever mentioned Yuli as about the corrupted person. She lived not in the fifteenth century: long ago there was behind an observance of a strict framework of decency, various grimaces in manifestation of the feelings dictated by etiquette. Now the situation was differently: it was strange to it to be influenced by receptions which got used to apply to others, trying to obtain their sympathies. Now consciously or unconsciously Sergey owned a situation, but not it. Especially the first option frightened. If Stvorov knew and used tricks of girls, then how ridiculous were its efforts fitted to other guys earlier? What if they perfectly realized an ultimate goal of light touches, views and smiles? In that case guys guessed her desires, and they needed to accompany a little that any more not it, but they achieved the desirable. And it, undoubtedly, shame. It is much more honest and simpler not to hint, and to speak openly. But how? She forgot to put into words for a long time that for it explained the refined cunnings and gentle subtleties which are imperceptibly kindling fire in the planned victim.
Having taken courage, Yulya defiantly looked in eyes to Sergey: letting know that he is revealed, and therefore it is despised. But right there stopped short: did not find in eyes of the expected smile or insidiousness – any coquetry. Stvorov paraded the interest: the girl without effort read sympathy for herself in its stare.
And still habitual did not release: being the fight accustomed to absolutely other methods, Yulya did not believe in sincerity of his eyes, and carried feelings shining in them in the category of a new way of conquest similar, perhaps even, invented by Stvorov that, undoubtedly, did it credit.
“At least, it is original: the truth still nobody made advances to me”.
And though as it seemed to it, she solved artful tactics, intolerable desire to feel strong hands on the shoulders, to feel his body, to get into skillfully placed trap did not grow cold. Thirst to share itself, the growing pleasure, caused by it, but not someone else, became obsession.
During those moments while thoughts rushed in Yulia’s head, Sergey did not cease to study her face. Did not understand Kireev yet that he already asked.
– Whether it is possible?
And her eyes answered: “Yes, of course!”
…And only much later she happened to understand that the guy did not build any strategy, and just was oneself, did not try to hide presented by the nature, made the life. Thanks to inveterate bias, did not notice Kireev how he constrains himself: stops the movements of the hands lasting to stroke her hair, to touch a moist palm, to put her beautiful head on the shoulder and, eventually, to turn into her slave.
The way was cleared long ago, and they continued to stand, without moving a little, without looking away.
“Well, give up, – Irina admired endurance of the newcomer, taking the events for a game known for it. – Look at her breast, legs. You cannot wait. You see how she licks lips”.
Having convinced of a draw, Irina reminded of herself, having left decisive fight for later.
– Idemte! – on a habit with a force pulled the girlfriend by a hand also that, stumbling about chairs, touching Stvorov, jumped out in a corridor.
Again Kireeva darted a look of reproach at her and corrected a skirt, despite its full order. Sergey followed.
– Give up you this competition, – evil whisper tore off incessant Irina. – He hears everything!
– You have a guy! And you meet it in the evening. Said that you love, – Volkova decided to find out everything and at once.
– It is possible to think, at you is not present! You meet three at once.
– With four. Yesterday’s forgot? – not without pride noticed Volkov.
– How you only do not confuse them?
Having stopped at the automatic machine, gathered free coffee (a merit and Karl Petrovich’s pride), came to the landing. Alignments, having taken advantage of the offer, passed through a glass door, tore off their brisk conversation.
At this moment, from the left office, shouts sounded. The dispute which erupted between two employees drew general attention. Guys jumped up from places, shouted, swinging before each other short glasses of papers.
– I speak to you: the consignment note on this paper needs to be printed!
– Well! Than yours is better? – nobody was going to concede.
– It is more dense in two times, – visually squeezed fingers a leaf.
– Heavier! And washing is more white!
– Children, it is possible quicker, – shy interfered standing beside the driver, – the truck second day stands idle. Sign already. Wait for freight, already all phones tore off.
– You went blind? You do not see: we have a problem! – now both attacked on the man.
That, having regretted about careless intervention, waved a hand and left.
– Suckers bothered. Prevent to work!
– And I to you in thousand time repeat: the printer zazhut your paper, – it was not succeeded to transfer a conversation to abstract subjects.
– Zazhut nothing. Let’s try.
– And there is nothing to try! And it is so clear!
– You, I will look, in general do not want to work!
– And you are not able!
– Yes I in a day several times more you remake!
On noise Karl Petrovich was. Having