Not like a snake

      But he throws himself into extremes every fucking moment       Then into a fairy tale that levels the vile dead world       Then in pleasant thoughts: how to leave in such a way that in an instant?       — Anton!.. Anton… Tosha, wake up… Antosh, please wake up... an-ton! — at one point, the annoying squeak in my ears was replaced by a barely perceptible voice. I just can't figure out whose it is.       Am I seeing things?       A near-death auditory hallucination? It is quite possible.       After a moment, there was a feeling of strange pressure hitting the chest.       Can I feel my body again?       Did someone really find me?       My eyes automatically began to open, resisting the flickering snow and gusts of wind, turning my gaze to the cloudy night sky.       Five minutes earlier on behalf of Katya The legs themselves chose the direction of movement. I didn't understand where I was going, my head was full of thoughts about Anton's disappearance, displacing other thoughts, which included building a route for a walk. At that moment, I wasn't particularly worried about the prospect of getting lost and becoming the second teenager to disappear in a day. The tears continued to flow, burning my face, not wanting to stop and blurring my vision, which made me get closer and closer to falling with every step. — Oh! I screamed, landing unsuccessfully on an icy path near a snowdrift. Because of the confusion in his head, he could not keep his balance and now he only had to rub his knee, which had become a point of contact with the surface of the frozen ground. The attempt to stand up was unsuccessful, because the hand, looking for support, came across something soft, making me shudder. Shifting his gaze to the strange object, tears welled up in his eyes with a new impulse. The unconscious body of my lover lay right in the snowdrift, to which I immediately rushed, starting to feel for a pulse and check my breathing to make sure of the most important thing… —Alive...— came out of his mouth with relief. .. Anton… Tosha, wake up… Antosh, please wake up... an-ton! — attempts to rouse Petrov seemed to be unsuccessful. My head sank down on the young man's chest, which was trembling slightly from the strained, almost absent breathing. — Toshaaa… Please live, Tosha. Now I was sobbing again, making the guy's jacket get pretty wet. Even if I try hard, I just won't be able to drag the immobilized body home.… Suddenly, a hand landed on my back.       On behalf of Anton — Katyusha ... — I only had enough strength to quietly pronounce the name of the girl who was choking with tears lying on my chest. Did she run into me by accident? Or did she go looking for me on purpose after I didn't come to school? Anyway, Smirnova, once again, appeared very timely. — Shut up, you fool ... — Katya muttered, trying to calm down. — Do you know how you scared me? Before my mouth could open to respond, the girl clung to him, drawing him into a kiss that instantly warmed numb lips. Somewhere inside, a light came on again, giving strength. In the break created by the lack of air, Smirnova whispered: — I won't let you go alone anymore, you idiot ... — there was no anger or anything like that in this phrase, on the contrary, it was uttered in an affectionate, gentle and sweet voice, making it clear the true affection of the girl. Somehow, with Katerina's help, we managed to get up, and we slowly moved towards her house. The road turned out to be surprisingly long. And I thought that in the morning I didn't have time to walk a particularly long distance.… The creaking of the door was accompanied by a displeased exclamation from Lilia Pavlovna from the hallway: — Ekaterina, are you thinking with your head? You want to disappear too, like..." but then she turned her attention to the battered me standing right behind my daughter. — Petrov? — Mom, I'll explain everything later, just let Anton stay with us for the night – he's not able to walk home.… Then I remember everything in fragments… Hot tea, some pills, a call to my parents, climbing the stairs. The flow of thoughts leveled off only when I found myself in Katerina's room, the door to which, after me, snapped shut. — Well, tell me. Smirnova sighed languidly, sitting down on the bed. — Well... — I hesitated a little, remembering all the events that had happened and putting them together. — When we broke up, I went home… At first everything was fine, and then at one point my heart hurt a lot... — they didn't let me finish. — Did you forget to take your pills again? Seeing the guilty nod, Katya slapped me with an unexpected stinging slap. — You're a fool, aren't you? There were tears in her eyes again. — No one would be better off if you died.… Because of one mistake, I almost ... - the girl rushed into my arms, trying with all her might to restrain crying. "Promise me there won't be any more nonsense like that, Tosh." — I promise, Katyusha... — I smiled back, wiping her face with my shirt sleeve. For about five minutes we just sat snuggled up to each other... to be honest, I don't remember at what point Katerina pulled away and started trying to unbutton my shirt. I whispered, grabbing the girl's hand. — Are you still sick? Smirnova asked excitedly, having slightly subdued her ardor. But receiving only a negative nod in response, she pulled a lascivious smile on her face. — Then excuses are not accepted, Petrov. and, as if expecting a protest from me, she pulled me into another hot kiss, without giving me the opportunity to utter a word. Katerina's fingers deftly straightened the buttons of her shirt, which soon flew into the corner of the room. Each of her touches to my bare torso seemed to leave pleasant mild burns, causing a rush of positive emotions.       Pulling away from her lips, the girl began to sink lower, biting her neck, sucking all the energy out of me and making me breathe heavily, holding back the moans that rose to my throat, literally tearing my chest, to which Katyusha decided to move, leaving more and more "love marks" on it. Her hands stroked my back, periodically leaving scratches on it from nails digging into the skin, and mine buried themselves in my partner's hair, massaging my head, making her moan softly and squirm a little. Soon I pushed the girl away, at the same time pulling off her sweater, which flew after the shirt. Deciding not to delay, Smirnova reached her goal in an instant. I heard the sound of my fly unbuttoning, and a sweet veil filled my mind. Waves of a wide variety of sensations rolled in time with the movements of the mumbling Katerina, who clung to my hips with gentle hands. After a dozen or two progressive actions on the part of my beloved, something clicked in my brain and sweaty palms pushed the girl, pressing her as much as possible to the groin area, which made her choke and, sobbing, involuntarily let out a tear. And I leaned back, landing on the bed, losing control of my own body and letting out a long moan. My strength left me, but less than a couple of minutes later, a strange feeling again went through all my limbs. Katya hovered over me, hugging me tightly and biting my neck, thereby forming a new bruise. As I understood it, this measure was necessary so that the girl herself would not make unnecessary sounds. With each clenching of the teeth, accompanied by movements of the pelvis, the body seemed to be slightly electrocuted, causing a feeling vaguely reminiscent of euphoria and bordering on pain, which, with the beginning of the act, I stopped feeling at all. Am I a masochist? There's that weird click in my brain again. Realizing what everything was coming to, it was decided to throw off the already trembling Catherine, who had experienced a feeling of ecstasy a dozen seconds earlier. Now the two exhausted bodies just lay side by side, pressed against each other. The rhythms of heartbeats and breathing seemed to match, creating a sense of harmony. "I won't give it to anyone," flashed through my head. I will do everything to make Katya happy. If it wasn't for her, who knows, maybe they would have found him dead in the spring… Who else would you be able to experience this with? Who besides Katyusha could give me a whole life in a couple of days..? Of course, I had no answers to these questions… Half an hour later, another visit took place, which consolidated our feelings to the end, made it clear that now there is a special connection between us… Getting off Ekaterina, I hugged her to me, kissed her on the forehead and whispered: — I love you…