He is real. A novel. Alisa Roft
Читать онлайн книгу.
went to one more coastal bar (stretching along the beach line of Bat Yam, they are going one after the another, being only distinguished by a peculiar menu theme, signs and flowers in the interior) and drank a few more shots of our favorite Macallan. When the music went silent and the bar was closing, Misha offered to take me home. The slowly rising sun gradually lit up the clear skies over Israel and the empty streets, still not disturbed by the anxiety of people who would hurry to work soon.
I admit, I was fizzing with the desire to invite Misha to my flat under the veil of “having tea with cookies”, I wanted this guy madly. But still I decided to show myself from the good side. And it was me, who could not give a damn about the opinions of everyone around me, as well as about people themselves.
And here she is for you Misha, “Anna – then ideal girl”, positive, balanced and patient.
Misha came upstairs with me, accompanied me to the door of the apartment, kissed me long, giving me a hint that he did not want to leave, but “Anna – the ideal girl” found the strength and said goodbye. I did not go into the shower, as I liked the smell that remained on my skin. Misha’s message wishing me to see only pleasant dreams caused a feeling of warm joy. I started to imagine how he was returning home along the street flooded with morning light and still thinking about me. Sentimental nonsense, but it was nice.
Lying in bed, in the darkness of my bedroom, I once again tried to call my “invisible friend.”
– I’m with you, – he said. He finally bothered to please me with his presence.
– Oh, well, really! – I expressed my irritation. – Don’t you think you should have appeared a few hours earlier?
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t.”
– You could always do that, and now you could not? – I got up in bed, knees pressed to my chest.
“Do not get angry. I’ve been to some places, I have had a great time and you aren’t the only one to enjoy the pleasures of life. You’d better say if you like him”
What pleasures of life? He is neither alive, nor dead.
– Sure thing that I like him, but I wanted to find out who he is. Because there is something strange and insanely attractive in him. His kisses, his touches, I felt everything and did not want to imagine anything. I find it hard to believe.
“Be yourself and enjoy what you have. Unwanted suspicions only get in the way here”.
– So will you tell me or not? Don’t play jokes with me!
There was no answer. I didn’t know how to react to his odd behavior. I wanted to flare up, but quickly changed my mind, realizing that the argument with him was a useless trick.
– Great, if you don’t want to, don’t tell me. With my anger stored up, I buried myself under a blanket, drew it over my head, waiting for the effect of the sleeping pill.
Chapter 5
2015. Six months earlier
Israel. Bat Yam. Waterfront apartment
– Will you leave me for a while and go away so that I won’t hear you? – I addressed my “invisible friend.” Standing in the bathroom of a guy, I was acquainted with, l ran my fingers along a lock of hair, straightening it.
“As you like,” – he replied.
– I cannot feel your presence at this moment.
“I’ve already gone”.
– Shut up, and then I’ll understand that you are not here. And don’t come back until I call you.
“Yes, no problem, I’ve got it all. Have fun.
I left the bathroom and went to the living room, there, on the sofa opposite a large plasma TV, which screen flashed with the pictures of MTV clips, Efi was waiting for me. I sat down next to him, turned half-around and put my elbow on the back of the sofa, ran my fingers through my hair, flowing a pair of strands between them, playing a little.
– Efi, can you give me your T-shirt? This dress constrains my ribs, – I said in Hebrew. I smoothened down my black mini-dress with my free hand, freeing up some space for the breasts constrained with décolleté.
Efi’s eye automatically fell on the spot where it should have gone.
– Yes, even two. – Smiling in anticipation, he got up and went into his bedroom.
I met Efi a couple of weeks ago. Efi – a young guy with the body proportions matching my taste, olive skin, dark-haired, in excellent physical shape. Hot, southern blood ran through his veins. A great choice for infrequent and pleasant meetings. On one of my working nights in the strip club, where I worked at the period of the events described, he asked me to give him my phone number, which I agreed to do without hesitation
– Here you are. – Returning to the living room, Efi handed me a neatly folded T-shirt.
I took it from his hands, turned my back on him, threw the T-shirt on the table and pulled off my dress, it really constrained me, then put on a loose T-shirt and conveniently sat back on the sofa.
– I‘ve got some stuff to smoke, – offered Efie, taking a transparent bag of grass from the pocket of his jeans.
– I only smoke normal cigarettes, and you can smoke what you want, it doesn’t bother me.
– Then a little bit later.
He threw the bag on the coffee table, where a bottle of whiskey, that we had already started, was standing, moved closer to me, kissed me, trembling a little and tensely. He tried to seem confident, but was touching my chest which hang freely under the loose T-shirt rather clumsily. When he lay atop, I tried to play along as best as I could, giving him confidence. While kissing I patted him, moaned, wrapped my legs around him, arching my back.
– You’re so good and nice, – I whispered in his ear.
He pulled up the T-shirt that I was wearing, then began kissing my belly timidly, his short kisses were coming down lower and lower.
“What are you doing?”
– You said you would leave, – I replied in my mind to my “invisible friend.”
“And you have promised that it won’t come to sex. And you began to seduce him”.
– I’ve changed my mind. Go away, quickly.
By this moment, Efi had already begun to pull off my panties and, having finished this action, he lowered his head, spread my legs wider, and set his soft tongue between them. I pulled towards him, trying to experience a sharp sense of pleasure, but eventually it didn’t come. I relaxed every centimeter of my muscles, falling backwards into the soft surface of the sofa, but everything happening to me was just like a worn out porn movie episode, and no crazy sensations.
“Well, well, well, I’ve gone. But I’ll tell you something before that. Imagine that you are with him. Close your eyes and imagine that it is him”.
I threw my head back, covering my eyes, took a deep breath, and I changed the current reality. For the first time, a sense of blissfulness that lurked deep inside me burst out and pierced me at the very point where that bloke’s tongue, “what-d’ye-call-him?”, Ephi, was sliding along, flew through my body with a nervous tremor, causing my heart to sound incredibly strong, with deafening beats against the chest.
– Come here, – I said breathing out, and wrapped my arms around his massive muscular neck and pulled him to myself.
With quick movements, leaning on one arm, he pulled off his pants and started kissing my breasts. I did bidding of my “invisible friend”, imagined