Deep Trouble with You

5 Points That Interested Me

When I introduced the girl to “my” kids, Ann called her son over, and he immediately ran up.

“Everyone, this is Kirill,” the brunette says with a warm smile, looking at her son and ruffling his black hair.

“Well, would you look at that,” I snort, studying the boy. “My brother’s name is the same!”

And I immediately bite my lip. The main thing is not to let it slip that he’s my identical twin! Though why am I even stressing so much? Having a brother is a perfectly normal thing for people.

The kid somehow looked at me suspiciously, with a narrowed gaze, and then shifted an annoyed look to his mother. I had the feeling he barely held himself back from rolling his eyes at us, and that made me tense up inside. So far everything had been going smoothly, and I don’t want this little runt to ruin the whole thing for me. And judging by his face, he’d love nothing more than to start sabotaging my conquest of his beautiful mother.

Gathering our things and the kids, we head toward the nearest kiosk with frozen sweets, and luckily for me that kiosk is at quite a decent distance from us. So we have a little time to reinforce the acquaintance and get to know each other better.

“Listen, Ann, maybe we should switch to ‘you’? I feel like it’ll be easier that way, otherwise I’m starting to feel ancient,” I cast a line for a more personal kind of communication.

“Alright, Nazar,” the beauty smiles slightly, and I see a blush on her cheeks and the way she shyly lowers her eyes.

What the hell is this?! Why does she affect me like this? I’ve never experienced anything like it before. Sure, I liked girls, I pursued them, and some of them I didn’t even have to pursue, but it never short-circuited me like this.

I don’t believe in love at first sight! Can that even exist?! We don’t know a damn thing about each other!

She’s all sweet and alluring, but for some reason it seems to me that if someone were to unlock her potential, there’d be a whole blazing volcano of passion inside! And I want to be the one who unlocks that potential. Kirill managed it with Vicky, and I’ll manage it too! With my experience!

How old could this beauty even be? She looks no older than twenty-five, but considering she has quite a grown son, maybe she’s a bit older. Ann has a very clean, doll-like face and long hair tied in a high ponytail, which makes her look even younger. She’s wearing a light summer dress just above the knee, but those long, slender legs are impossible not to notice, even if she’s in sneakers. However, the brunette’s breasts drew particular attention. They’re so appetizing and full… as if some miracle surgeon contributed his share to this beautiful creation. I hope that’s not just push-up from the bra, but her natural volume. I’d bury my face in them and run my tongue between those curves, sucking on each sharp peak in turn.

Damn! My warrior is waking up in my pants from those thoughts. I need to change the subject.

Could it be that I’m attracted to fragile, gentle, calm girls? Though… what’s so surprising about that? I really like Vicky, and there was a time when I even envied my brother that she ended up with him. Our taste in women has always been very similar.

Ah, if only Ann would let me get closer! I’d show her the many-sided world of pleasure. That you can do it this way… and that way… She’d melt in my hands, I’d make sure of it. And then I’d hook her on our intimacy like a drug.

Damn… but I’ve lied so much… The main thing is not to make it worse. And later, when she grows attached to me, I’ll figure something out…

“You know, there’s just one thing I’d like to clarify. A jealous husband or boyfriend isn’t going to jump out of the bushes right now intending to smash my face in, is he?” I approach the question indirectly, and the girl laughs.

“And for what? People don’t just smash faces for no reason. We’re just walking to a kiosk, and with a bunch of kids, no less. No reason for jealousy,” two sly brown eyes look at me mockingly, skillfully dodging the answer.

“Well…” I even get a little lost for words, which doesn’t happen often.

“No, there’s no one,” the brunette finally decides to take pity on me, laughing. “I haven’t been in a relationship for a long time.”

“Now that’s strange,” I look at the beauty cautiously. “How can a gorgeous woman like you not have a man around?”

“Well… there are men who want to be around,” Ann breaks our eye contact and looks ahead into the distance. “But no one’s really set on something serious. And having a child, and with my job… not everyone agrees to put up with it and share me with it.”

“Now you’ve intrigued me,” I admit, noting with annoyance that there’s very little distance left to the kiosk. The kids run a little ahead, teasing and fooling around with each other. They even try to mess with Kirill, but he keeps himself more restrained. “So what kind of job is that?”

“The thing is, I very often work night shifts, and men don’t like that, because they want me to spend that time with them,” the beauty sighs, lowering her eyes.

“And what do you do?” I ask directly, since there aren’t that many night professions.

“I often work as a nurse on the night shift,” the girl looks at me with a small smile. “It’s convenient for me that way, because during the day I can spend more time with my son. While he’s at school, I sleep, and after that all my attention is on him.”

“So you save lives! That’s cool!”

Of course a job like that can really affect any relationship. But I catch myself thinking that I’m ready to take the risk. Besides, she’s probably not disappearing to the hospital every single night, and we could spend time together during the day, and in general people can live with that and deal with it if they want to!

“Sorry for prying right away… but what about Kirill’s father? Is he involved in his son’s life?” I’ve always been used to asking what interests me directly.

“Kirill’s father…” the brunette sighs sadly. “A mistake of youth, and he’s not part of our lives.”

I almost shouted “Awesome!”, but realized my joy probably wouldn’t be appreciated, if not worse. But the fact that there’s no one on the horizon for Ann is a huge plus. Time to take the fortress!

When we reach the kiosk, the kids start examining the ice-cream freezers, pointing at them with their fingers and chattering loudly about who wants what. When the children finally choose their sweets, Ann and I decide to treat ourselves too. However, when my hand slips into the inner pocket of my leather jacket, I’m very surprised not to feel my wallet there. After checking all my pockets, I realize I’ve simply been cleaned out.

“Little b***h!” I growl to myself, remembering the girl who had so accidentally and innocently bumped into me.