17:15 21/12/2024
Step by step, they climbed with laughter. They stopped halfway.
"Is there an end to this, they're killing the stairs?" She asked breathlessly.
She leaned against the wall.
Street lighting was refracted through the glass, their faces were painted…. "1000 steps to the top, you know that," he whispered in her ear as he nailed it to the wall, crossing both lines along the line of her body. She felt a tingling sensation, and thought it was 854 steps and not his hands.
She pushed him away "And the only one to the bottom" said in his face.
She stretched the gum out of her mouth, wrapping it around her finger, laughing, "Let's go, they're waiting for us."
After a year iste .same stairs, same light, same people, but different desires.
He pushed against the wall, holding her hands tightly. "What are you going to do now?" she came closer to him "Let me go" she resisted…. "are you sure" she didn't even manage to say "Yes, I did" but kissed her. A kiss full of passion, desire and fear.
They found themselves on the last step again, this time she was kissing him, "Wait for me to take the key," he said. She didn't want to stop, she just ran after his lips, while he was trying to find the key. He felt in the pockets of his farkas, jackets and she was still stealing kisses, then she smiled, then again "You're not normal, wait for me to find the key" .. See that he is not in this pocket, take his hand and lean on his chest.It was controlled by alcohol… ..smoke… desire… courage… .and maybe she was “in her heart” she laughed. “You are not very well” he said .She started to hug him, he pushed away. He forgot his brother's key. Irritated. She wanted so badly to feel his hands on her body and she wanted to kiss and caress him the way she wanted to a year ago, but she didn't have the courage. There was no car key, but the night was locked unimaginably.
Third time. They climbed the stairs embracing, as he spun her hair through his fingers. This time he found the key ao approached her with sure steps. She found herself in his arms. They crawled under their shirts. She felt the touch on her chest and sighed softly… almost silently. He turned against the wall and approached her from behind. He leaned hard and firmly on her, with his hands under his shirt..she felt his manhood..It was nice to her but… ..Recovered by kisses and touches and lost in her own thoughts ... she crumpled his shirt, she squeezed her fist chest. He started to go downstairs and unbutton the button on her pants ... In a low voice she said "Stop ... I can't."
Obukla se.Pusio je cigaru za cigarom. Silazeci nije je zagrlio,ni bio pored nje… Polako je isla za njim….”Cekaj me” sisla je tih 1000 stepenika do dna .
“Da neces mozda da mi popusis", rece joj drsko. ”Sta si rekao” odgovorila je drhtavim glasom. Nestalo je strujanje alkohola telom, strujale su suze i bes,koji su se suzdrzavali da mu ne kazu da je kreten ukoliko nje osjetio njeno drhtanje srca veceras i jljepotu straha koju je ona osjecala s njim….suzdrzavala se da mu ne kaze da ej kreten ukoliko nije osetio da ga zeli kao ni jednog muskarca do tada.
,“To sto si cula” zadrzao se pogledom na to tuzno lice…dok su njoj prolazile kroz misli nekada davno izrecene reci iz tih usta,koja sada izgovaraju nesto drugo.
“Idem,a i ti treba da ides”,rekao je.
Gledala je dok on okrece ledja i odlazi….bez okreta nazad… Nije imala snage da krene za njim…a ni hrabrosti… Greska je u njoj,krivila je sebe.….Nadu joj je davao ,pa rusio. Dugo je pose te noci hodala po ravnom, nije bilo stepenika, ni ka vrhu ni ka dnu…
Posle 3 godine….uz iste stepenice preplitale su se njihove senke…..kroz hodnike maste…I ti zidovi su upili njene strahove, i oni znaju drhtaj njenog tela ,imaju otisak dlanova…koji se pripiju uz njega jer nemaju gde dalje…
She got dressed. He smoked cigar after cigar. Going down, he didn't hug her, nor was he next to her… She followed him slowly…. ”Wait for me” she went down those 1000 steps to the bottom.
"That you might not give me a blowjob," he told her impudently. "What did you say?" She replied in a trembling voice. The flow of alcohol in her body disappeared, tears and rage flowed, refraining from telling him he was a jerk if he felt her the trembling of her heart tonight and the beauty of the fear she felt with him… .she refrained from telling him that he was a jerk if he didn't feel like she wanted him like no other man until then.
, “What you heard” kept his eyes on that sad face… as the words once uttered from those mouths, which now utter something else, passed through her mind.
"I'm going, and you should go too," he said.
She watched as he turned his back and left… .without turning back… She had no strength to follow him… and no courage… There was a mistake in her, she blamed herself.… .He gave her hope, then ruined it. For a long time that night, she walked on a flat surface, there were no steps, neither to the top nor to the bottom…
After 3 years… .on the same steps their shadows intertwined… ..through the corridors of fat… And those walls absorbed her fears, and they know the trembling of her body, they have the imprint of her palms… which cling to it because they have nowhere else…
"Come in, don't be afraid" "Let me just tell you…." She stopped jer .because he was kissing on the cheek, removing the hair from his face, which was constantly falling over, no matter how he turned and lowered his head. "You're not for me," he said. How many times had she heard you say "He's not for you," and now she heard those same words from him. "Yes, I told her that, just what you're going to ask me," and Thought read it to her. " .
"You're not for me," he said, so keep kissing her. "Her eyes closed and her lips opened." He ran his fingers over them, just not to say anything. but the words came out of her "I know, you only want a girl for“ "
He laughed. "I'll be whatever you want."
She unbuttoned her "Don't Stop" blouse, he held her hands, looking at her and remembering when he asked her not to take her eyes off him, and now he would like to erase himself from that look, from those dreams, desires.
She fell in love. Maybe he is too. Maybe! She forgot about herself, about tomorrow, she gave in to feeling, passion and his hands..she was finally his..and her own.
It was like a string on a violin, clamped, while he was a part of it, a stick moving on it. He played his rhythm, and he followed her because she didn't even know about the others. The hands became as one and the rhythm became so even and beautiful and the melody of our sighs awakened and intensified the strats. Smoking a cigar, everyone in their thoughts, unbuttoned shirts, sweaty and with a lot of passion, she thought… ..
He is her step to the bottom !? Did he cross it or not… or does he often return to that step?! .... maybe it's time to step on it ...
She turned around, "There are still a lot of steps to the bottom," and continued to kiss him passionately with a smile on her face.
