Not like a snake

      The wait seemed excruciatingly long, even though Katya was only gone for ten minutes. The slam of the door from Smirnova's house brought me out of a half-asleep state. Katerina was walking slowly towards me. In such a seemingly short period of time, she managed not only to negotiate with her mother, but also to change her clothes. The beautiful figure of the girl was now emphasized by a pink sweater decorated with strawberries, on top of it was the same jacket, but already open, and there was no permanent scarf at all. Instead of a skirt with tights, black tight jeans were flaunted, thanks to which almost every step of a friend was accompanied by a "demonstration" and rounding of her, so to speak, forms. — Won't you freeze? I asked with a grin, watching the graceful movements of the girl who came up almost close. — Well, even so… Will you keep me warm, Tosh?.. — this question, asked in a whisper, sounded very... hot? It seemed that Smirnova was trying to put the maximum vulgarity into it, in order to embarrass me. Well, she did it beautifully. — Have you figured out where we're going? — She continued as if nothing had happened. For a couple of moments, I hung there, scrolling through all the familiar places in or near the village in my head. — Can we walk to the river? — as for me, the best place to spend the night alone. What a beautiful view is worth, accompanied by a bright moon and its reflection on the shiny ice. Katka smiled a little and giggled. — A date by the river, then… I agree. For some reason, after the words about the date, my cheeks turned red. Until that moment, I hadn't even thought about our rather spontaneous meeting in a romantic context, but Katerina, apparently, only considered it in this format. Well, or it's just a joke, who knows… Initially, we walked to the chosen place only occasionally exchanging single words — an awkward silence hung in the air, caused by Katya's last phrase, which drove me into a little thought. But, as a result, it turned out to be translated into an emotionally lively conversation pretty quickly. The road was relatively short, so the weather was on our side. For a winter night, the air temperature is quite warm, and the soft snowflakes that slowly descended from the sky seemed to only warm us, giving some comfort to our walk. An hour flew by almost imperceptibly — there was absolutely nothing surprising in this, because the girl seemed to have learned to distort time or hypnotize with her mesmerizing voice, completely disabling the "internal clock" of the interlocutor. In the distance, our "destination" began to be seen — a narrow river without a specific name. Someone called it a settlement, and someone just called it a river. It was the only such geographical feature in the vicinity, so there was obviously no confusion. At night, this place looked even more beautiful, especially considering the icy crust that covered the clear fresh water and reflected everything that deigned to fall under the brightest moonlight. Katerina watched the landscape with obvious interest. Her emerald eyes studied every snowdrift, every crack in the ice sheet. Without even saying a word, she was able to convey her own admiration, accompanied by rapid breathing. Noticing this, I involuntarily put my arm around my friend's waist. She flinched a little from surprise, but she didn't mind. On the contrary, when we came close to the "settlement", Smirnova turned to face me and reduced the distance between us as much as possible, giving me the opportunity to fully embrace her, which I did. Pressing Katerina to my chest, I put my hand on her head and began to make stroking movements, from which she let out a quiet but rather long moan. The girl's fingers, unbuttoning the jacket, began to explore my body, smoothly moving along the surface of the shirt, sinking lower and lower. I could feel Smirnova's breathing, and she could feel my quickened heartbeat, tapping her nails to the beat. — Kat ... - finally I managed to gather my courage, overcome my fear, but my voice still sounded agitated, trembling a little. "Will you... be my girlfriend?" — the end of the question was uttered on an exhale, because it was at this moment that Smirnova ran her gentle hand over the groin area, lingering there for a short time. —You're silly, Antosh..." she whispered sweetly, directing her emerald eyes straight into mine. — Of course, yes… In less than a couple of seconds, we were already lying on the snow. Well, how are we... in fact, only I was in the snowdrift, and Katya, who settled on top, used me as a kind of mattress. Every inch of our bodies touched, making it possible to feel literally everything — from neat breasts to slender legs, as if casually fidgeting in the area of "hypersensitivity". Smirnova, who had already taken the initiative, moved her hands to my neck, slightly pinching the skin on it. Our lips once again merged with each other, and our tongues intertwined in the frenzied flame of a French kiss, which, apparently, because of the girl's lipstick, tasted like strawberries. Only occasionally did we pause for a breath of fresh winter air, which served as fuel for the bonfire of feelings that flared up in our hearts. Katerina was writhing like a snake. Although no… Such a comparison is now not entirely appropriate, because, as it turned out, she is not a cold-blooded bitch without feelings, but the most ordinary girl who loves warmth, tenderness and strawberries… Tears flowed from her eyes in thin streams, which, flowing down onto my skin, left a pleasant burning sensation. I've never felt so good before. Lately, all I've been worried about is the dreary and devouring atmosphere of the house, saturated with the quarrels of my parents, and now, in contrast to it, there are moments of sincere happiness caused by the time spent with Katka. And these moments, although sometimes very short-lived, allow you to forget yourself, immerse yourself in a feeling of tenderness with kindness, and not despair and fear. Katya fully appeared in my life just a couple of days ago, but she appeared so timely that now it seems I owe her my life. It's at moments like this that I think about the meaning… The meaning of everything that is happening… I wonder what makes me wake up in the morning, what I live for. And it is at such moments that I realize that there are actually not so many reasons. But despite this, each of them holds a special place in my heart. If there were no sisters in this world, devoted friends in the person of Roma and Byasha, and more recently Katya... I don't know what I would do… Such thoughts filled my eyes with tears, too. Tears reflecting gratitude to this unfair world, which, it would seem, does not deserve it at all. Tears of joy caused by one of the most important people for me — Ekaterina Smirnova… I don't know how long we lay like that, at the moment the sense of time simply disappeared, leaving space for something more meaningful and important. It was decided to finally finish our "kissing marathon", because the winter season still made itself felt, causing numbness in the limbs that had been in the snow for a long time. Katya helped me shake myself off and basically put myself in order, for which she received a reward in the form of a small peck on the cheek. After admiring the views of the icy nameless river a little more, we drew attention to the position of the moon, indicating the imminent onset of morning. — Time flew by quickly... — scratching the back of my head, I said in surprise. — Oh, Antosh ... — it was heard in Katerina's voice that she remembered something important and at the same time upset her - My mother told me to go home first in the morning "from Polina", and only then to school. — Well, then we need to hurry up — there's nowhere to go. The road to the girl's house, surprisingly, was not so long. Our role in this was played by the fact that we almost ran, clutching hands, jumping over hummocks and slipping on the ice. And here we are again standing not far from my already yesterday's waiting place. We were about to leave, when suddenly the girl clung to me and hugged me very tightly, showing with all her appearance that she did not want to let go, she wanted this moment to last forever, and not a miserable couple of minutes. — I love you, Anton… You can't even imagine how much. Instead of a thousand words, I just patted Smirnova on the head, like a little child, which, deep down, she is. An angel who requires affection and care... just like Olya. In fact, there are indeed some parallels between them. Only one is sixteen, and the other hasn't even gone to school yet. From these thoughts, a smile appeared on his face, once again. I am so glad that such involuntary manifestations of joy are no longer rare, which means that happiness is finally seeping into my dull life filled with sadness and sorrow. — How glad I am ... — it burst from my lips, which made Katerina squeeze me even harder, putting all her soul and warmth into a simple hug. Simple, but so meaningful to both of us.… I just hope that my mother calmed down, and my sister forgave me and somehow ignored yesterday's scandal - then this day will really become literally wonderful. After Anton left, the weather outside deteriorated sharply, as if predicting something terrible… A snowstorm suddenly struck the village, and the scale of street thermometers seemed to be playing a race against time, crossing another minus mark.