Why did a childhood friend become interested in my intimate. Why do we lose friends as we age?

I have known Lenka Morozova since I can remember myself. It so happened that our fathers have been friends since childhood, they are both orphans, together they went through the fire and water of this institution. Having matured, my father went to college, left the city of childhood, became an engineer, by distribution, went to the plant of one of the industrial cities of our vast country in the design department. Lenka's father became a military man, after graduating from college, he received the rank of lieutenant and was assigned to the Far East. It turned out that they lost contact. Time passed, they got married, in the same year both had their first children - this is me and Lenka.

And then a miracle happened. Lenkin's father received a new appointment in the very city where we lived, moreover, they settled him in the same house and even the entrance where our family lived, on the second floor. I can imagine what was the joy of friends who met after several years of separation! The strong friendship of two boys grew into an equally strong friendship of two families. Lenka was assigned to the same group kindergarten that me. Since then, it all started. It often happened that only one of the adults took us to the kindergarten or took us from there. Our parents were (and still are) like one family.

There was some kind of holiday and the parents were going to go to the company. In the absence of grandparents, there was nowhere to put us children. At that time we were six years old - already quite independent little men. The adults spread their brains, then they brought Lenka to us, fed us properly, showed us what we can eat if we get hungry, said that they would return in the evening, ordered not to make a mess in the apartment and not to be afraid of anything. Then they left, closing the door from the outside with a key.

Lenka and I knew each other well, we had already found a common language for a long time and, therefore, it was not difficult for us to figure out what to play, what to do. We didn't get bored. The day has passed, the sun has set. We were drawn to sleep, especially since during the day, as usual in the kindergarten, we did not sleep. Together we climbed onto the sofa, lay down on the pillows, lay down for a bit, I seem to have begun to fall asleep, when I heard the voice of my girlfriend:

Seryozha, let's play mom and dad?
- How? - after a couple of seconds, not wanting to get out of the sweet fetters of sleep, I asked.
"I'll show you," she answered readily.

Lena sat down on her knees and continued in a conspiratorial voice:
- I saw mom and dad, when they go to bed, dad lies on top of mom and does this ...
With these words, she lay down on me, lying on my back, and began to make pushing movements with her pubis into my crotch.
“They like it,” she finished and added beseechingly: “Let's try ...

Curiosity arose in me.
“Come on,” I replied.

Lenka got off me, we switched places. I, like her, lay down on her.
"Oh, it's hard," she squeaked.
I got up, resting my hands, attached my intimate place to her pubis and made several pushing movements. Nothing happened.
- When they do this, they undress, - Lenka did not let up: - Let's undress?

Asking a question, she immediately began to undress herself, I followed her, but when it came to panties, something stopped me. I have never been naked in front of girls and some incomprehensible feeling of heaviness appeared in my chest.
- What are you? - not at all embarrassed, already naked asked Lena.

I stewed for a few more seconds, and finally deciding to take off my underpants. A soft baby pisyun dangled between her legs. I looked into the crotch of my girlfriend, there was nothing like it. Then I already knew from somewhere that girls have a different way, but that THERE they have an incision, from which it is not clear what “falls out”, I did not expect.

We again took our former positions. Lenka spread her legs, I lay down between them, attached my hanging genitals to her pussy, they stuck to each other and I started to push. Again nothing happened. Why do adults do this, what good does it do? We didn't understand then. We tried to repeat several more times - nothing ... I got off Lenka without saying anything, we looked at each other, got dressed, lay down on the pillows and fell asleep.

Parents returned when we were already asleep, they did not disturb us, they only covered us with a blanket. So, for the first time, we slept with her all night together ... They came for Lenka in the morning.

Then the usual life began .. More than once after that we were boldly left alone, but we did not return to the game of dad and mom, it seemed that we had completely lost interest in it. But it was not so.. At least, I sometimes remembered that evening, I tried to spy on my parents, but nothing worked, they did not give me such an opportunity.

Time did not stand still, we went to school and sat at the same desk from the first grade. We always went to school and home together. No one joked or laughed at us, the class knew well about the friendship of our families and the fact that we live in the same entrance, because almost all of our current classmates used to go to the same kindergarten.

And here we are in fourth grade. The New Year's holiday has come the winter vacation! Now, going in companies, our parents, sometimes, began to take us with them. But this time, Lenka caught a little cold, and the adults did not want to risk it - winter, frost. On the second of January, he and his friends were going to celebrate the holiday, and then the child fell ill. They had a conversation with me, asking me to stay with Lena. I agreed right away - I didn’t really want to participate in an adult feast, feeling like a burden. I went from my fourth floor to the second.

The parents left. For some time we were engaged in all sorts of nonsense, and then Lenka asked:
Do you remember when you played mom and dad?
- I remember.
Now I know, I've seen how they do it.

A friend told me that, it turns out, all this time she was trying to figure out why we didn’t succeed. Sometimes she managed to peep and, only quite recently, she saw, as it seemed to her, the main thing.
“Dad’s HE sticks out like this at this time,” Lenka lowered her hand into her crotch, clenched it into a fist and put her index finger almost up and continued, “and mom’s there,” she showed herself between the legs, “there is a hole, I I saw it in the bath.

I was amazed by her discovery. For some time now, I myself have noticed that my pisyun can sometimes strain and hang around. Usually it was either in the morning when I woke up, or when he experienced an outside influence. I was embarrassed and tried not to notice. From Lenka's story, that already forgotten, languishing heaviness in the chest again fell, the pisyun tensed, not obeying me, without any touch to him. This also had an effect on me, forcing me to believe my girlfriend.

The apartment was very warm and we boldly began to undress, as then, climbing with our feet on the sofa. I'm stuck in my underpants again. Confused protruding pisyun. “If I don’t do this,” I thought, “then nothing will happen.” And so I wanted to taste the unknown. Underpants were decisively removed and discarded. Lenka looked between my legs and said in a satisfied voice:

Yes, this is how it should be!

I glanced over at her. The naked girl's pussy looked like an opening flower, the delicate pink petals of which are persistently trying to get out of the cramped box. Her vulva was still not perfect, but already possessed the attractiveness of boldly protruding inner labia from under the outer ones, the size of which seemed not enough to cover the impudent depravity of this girl's penis. I looked spellbound. The muscles at the base of my pussy began to twitch, rocking it. His whole being demanded something, but I did not yet understand what. Lenka, it seemed, not paying attention to this, sat down on her ass, leaned against the back of the sofa, pulled her legs wide apart, bent so that her crotch was visible to me and her catfish and said:

And here's how I...

She put her hands in there, parted her genital lips, and I opened up a view of a small hole below, going deep into.
“You have to put it in here,” she continued. - Shall we try?
- How?

My question contained no understanding of how in such a position I could crawl up to her and surprise at the realization that something could be inserted into the pussy of girls. Without a word, Lenka fell on her back, leaving her legs spread and tucked into her knees, apparently taking over this position from her mother while peeping. With her hands, she again parted her tender lips, said:

I hovered over her in the same position as we had once tried: on outstretched arms, trying to bring my organ between her legs. Of course, I didn’t see anything, I poked into the blind and didn’t seem to hit an easy target. A little back, offset, forward - again not there. Obeying the instinct of a woman, Lenka caught the clumsy pisyun with one hand and pulled him to the entrance. It was immediately felt that his head was buried in the right place. The tender flesh did not resist, but parted affably in front of him, letting him into the soft magical unknown.

Push it, she said.

I leaned forward. To my delight, the pisyun went inside, hitherto unknown sensations captured me! At first it was quite painful from the skin peeling off the head for the first time, but I did not show it so as not to disgrace myself. Then the pain went away. I began to feel the inner walls of the soft vagina squeezing the penis. I plunged my penis into Lenkino's vagina as far as I could and froze in anticipation of something.

Well, what are you, move back and forth, - she said, removing her hands from our genitals by that time.

I leaned back, forward again, back again. It turned out great. My child's member liked this action. I wanted to enter it to the very end, I sank on my elbows, the posture changed somewhat, I settled down more comfortably and, oh delight, the pisyun entered the vagina right up to the testicles! Pleasant sensations increased, I moved more energetically, rocking Lenka. She closed her eyes, lay silently and only sniffled, her cheeks turned pink.

How long this went on, I don't know. Suddenly I felt my penis swell as if trying to burst. Sexual instinct made me move faster, I moved my booty, chasing the "piston" into the vagina of my girlfriend, intuitively achieving something big! Suddenly, a shiver ran through him, starting at the root. He began to twitch, the warmth that flared up in the lower abdomen began to spread throughout the body. I even twitched a few times with my whole body in time with them. My cheeks burned. When the spasms of the contractions decreased, I moved the pussy in the vagina a few more times, feeling how it was weakening.

Experienced for the first time enjoyment of sexual intercourse required "continuation of the banquet", to take out the tired "friend did not want to", but he was so weak that he began to squeeze out the walls of the vagina. I took out the pisyun, which turned out to be wet. He sat down on his knees between the legs still apart. Lenkin's pussy didn't stay dry either, I even thought at first that she had peed - there was a small wet spot under her ass. In addition, the hole from which my pussy had just crawled out had not yet completely closed and, for some reason, I really wanted to look at it ... After a few seconds it became hot, I was covered with perspiration and sweat.

Lena opened her eyes.
“I really liked it,” I heard. - And you?
- And me.

After a short pause, we got dressed. Lena found a wet spot, ran to the bathroom, brought a wet cloth, wiped the “dirty” place, then dried it with an iron - a resourceful girl! I barely waited for her to finish, quite tired, I fell on the sofa .. The returning girlfriend lay down next to me. I fell asleep and slept for almost an hour. When he opened his eyes, he found that Lenka was not around. Just at that time she entered the room.

I woke up, - I heard, - let's go to dinner ...

I got up, we ate in silence, what our parents had prepared for us, returned to the room, tried to do something, but somehow it didn’t stick.
- Did you really like it? Lenka suddenly asked.
- Well, yes ... - a little stewed, I answered.
- And how were you?

I tried to convey my feelings, she hers, the stiffness gradually disappeared, the conversation quickened. We exchanged more and more details - it was exciting. I did not notice at what point my pisyun began to rise again to the top. It became chilly, the chill of lust squeezed into its tongs .. This conversation also had an effect on Lenka.

Let's? she suddenly lowered her eyes, and immediately looked at me.
- Yes ... - I managed to squeeze out, overcoming the spasm in my throat that arose from excitement.

I went to the sofa. Lena rushed off somewhere and returned in a moment with a towel in her hands.
“Why is that?” I asked.
- So that the sofa is no longer dirty.

We undressed. She lay down on her back again, putting a towel under her ass. I took an already familiar place - between her bare spread legs, opening a view of the defenseless tender soft vulva. I noticed that she was already wet, and when Lenka parted her labia with her fingers, it seemed to me that her pussy was leaking ... Without concentrating on this, I leaned over her, leaned on my elbows, led the pisyun to the place of the expected pleasure. Lenka picked it up and expertly leaned it where necessary. I leaned forward slightly.

The member immediately entered the vagina easily.. Now I knew what to do and what to expect. My "piston" fidgeted in the girl's vagina. The second sexual intercourse turned out to be much longer. We managed to rub our childish, but already able to enjoy pussies against each other for longer, exciting them more and more. Finally, my cock puffed up again, pulsing, plunging me into delicious sensations, my cheeks blazed.

Oh good! Oh good! - Lena wailed: - Hurry! More more!

In agony, I pushed my penis in as far as I could and thrust several times, trying to penetrate the very depths of the vagina. Realizing that I won’t achieve more than now, I brought him out, who had not yet had time to droop, halfway and introduced him again, enjoying the last impulses of the spewing pussy.
Everything comes to an end, I wanted to see what was happening THERE. I got my knees under Lenkin's legs.

This allowed me to sit up straight, while our pussies were still in sexual contact and I could clearly see our closed crotches. I carefully began to remove the penis, watching how wet it crawls out of an even more wet vagina, pulling out the inner lips of a reddened vulva. Finally, a bare head came out, the sound of separating sticky organs was heard, it slid along the genital lips and the exhausted member fell down ...

I tore my eyes away from Lenkin's torn vagina, looked into her face. She lay with her eyes still closed, completely relaxed, her cheeks were like two red apples. I crawled away from her, went naked to the bathroom, washed my slime-covered pussy, and returned to get dressed. Lenka was sitting with a towel sandwiched between her legs, when she saw me, she picked up her clothes and also went to the bathroom. Came back dressed.

We did not have fun with some nonsense games, now all our interest was directed only at THIS! To that wonderful, hitherto hidden from us, that we ourselves were able to discover. From that day on, our joint sexual life began. We got to know each other, the structure of our genitals, the secrets of getting pleasure from merging into lustful action. Of course, there could not be help from the outside, everyone tried it themselves ...

I can’t say that we often managed to be together in order to undress and merge bodies, but every time we did THIS twice. Over time, I began to notice that Lenka gets more and more pleasure from the process of “rubbing with pussy”. For all our intimate relationships were, of course, a huge secret. Friendship, mutual affection and dependence only increased.

This continued until we were thirteen years old. Lena's father was assigned to serve in Mongolia for a period of two years. In the summer, during the holidays, they left with the whole family. Before leaving, Lenka and I swore to each other to wait and not to deal with THIS with anyone else.

We wrote letters to each other, but not often, there was nothing special to write, and we were afraid to talk about our secret, afraid that the letter might get into the eyes of one of the adults. Time passed, two years flew by. We are fifteen years old. The Morozovs were supposed to arrive at the end of August. I was waiting for this event with impatience and fear - what if she is no longer “mine” ...

And here is the meeting! Parents rejoiced as children! They arranged a good feast on this occasion. Where did that girl go that I kept in my memory, with whom I had the secret joy of sexual intercourse? In front of me stood a big-eyed beautiful girl with forms that had already begun to take shape: slender long legs, a seductively rolling ass when walking and noticeably protruding breasts (into mother) under the dress. Besides, she was half a head taller than me! I was even shy... She also did not show determination.

Well, why were they silent, - Lenkin's mother asked us, - don't you recognize each other?

We moved, vaguely greeted and left the adults. From that day on, we started getting to know each other again. At first, communication was not very good. In addition, a worm of doubt lurked in my soul: what if she was THERE ... She thought about the same about me. It's time to go to school. All classmates knew that “my” Lenka and Vovka had arrived, with whom I had been sitting for these two years, on the first of September he himself gave way to her, without sitting down with me. The study has begun. We never got around to talking about it. November came, after school, on the way home,
Lena said:

Come to me, help me figure it out, I didn’t understand anything in algebra today.
- Okay, - I answered without a second thought, - just pop home.

Neither she nor I, as usual, had parents at home - work. I quickly changed, ate and went to Lenka on the second floor. She met me in a short house dressing gown, as if specially demonstrating her beautiful legs. I walked over to the table, laid out my textbook, preparing for her questions. Turning around, I saw that she didn't seem to be concentrating on algebra. Lenka was sitting with her feet on the couch (on the same one) and looked at me.

Leave this book, - she said, - come here, we'll talk ...

I sat down on the edge of the sofa.
- Are you shy? she asked.
- No. Why?
- What then? Don't you remember anything?
- Why? - I screwed up again. - I remember.
- And I remember everything, - Lenka said in a soft, insinuating voice and continued:
Do you remember the promise you made? I kept my word, to be honest! I'm with no one...
- And I'm with no one! Honestly!

I believed her. The burden of reticence fell off my shoulders, it immediately became easier, I again saw the former Lenka - close and desired. Of course, in her absence, I found a way out of a difficult situation - I jerked off, but this is not treason on the other ...

And let's, as before, - slyly narrowing her eyes, suggested Lenka.
"Come on," I answered eagerly.

We hurriedly began to undress. Naked Lena, with her young, matured body, aroused me so that when it was the turn to take off her panties, they caught on a member sticking out with a stake, he slapped me on the stomach as he released. How she has changed! At first I saw her from the back: plump, delicious halves of the ass, it seemed, were created only to be kissed. When she turned around, the first thing I saw were two deliciously perky boobs with protruding nipples that just begged to be touched.

When I lowered my gaze lower, I saw hairs descending in a narrow strip from the pubis to the perineum, trying to hide the quivering labia from view. I swallowed nervously. Lenka came up to me, took my hand and pulled me onto the sofa. There she, as once, lay on her back, the tender balls of her boobs flattened a little and spread to the sides, while their nipples continued to stick up invitingly. A towel appeared from somewhere under her ass, she bent at the knees and spread her long legs, and a divine picture of a female vulva opened up in front of me. before. I even got a little lost.

What are you, come to me, - Lenka said in a kind of chesty voice and held out her hands to me.

I moved between her legs, bent down so low that I felt her nipples rest against her chest, led the protruding penis to the tender crotch of a girlfriend. She, as before, gently took him in her hand and led him to the entrance to the treasury of pleasures. I leaned forward, the head gently went inside and a wave of forgotten sensations swept over me.

Oh! Lena took a deep breath.
- What! Not this way? I asked quickly, frightened, stopping the movement, carefully following the expression on her face.
- It's like that! Further…

The penis went deep into the vagina until it was all immersed. I tilted my head, looking away from the glowing blissful face of such a close friend now. Her eyes were closed. On the contrary, I wanted to see everything. In front of me was her chest. So I wanted to kiss this miracle! For the first time in my life I did it! Sisi were very soft. Lena liked the kisses, because at the same time she again took a deep and convulsive sigh.

Carried away by a new sensation, I almost forgot about the main thing! Without hesitation, he began to move his member, which seemed to find itself in weightlessness, flying in the airless space of the tender cosmos of Lenka's vagina. Weary of waiting, we gave ourselves to each other with desperate passion. The excitement grew, I was already holding back with difficulty, Lena made quiet chest sounds from the pleasure she received with each of my pushes.

Finally, as a consequence, the limit has come. Member swollen, I slowed down, plunged him into the depths of the bowels of the vagina and released the accumulated sperm into her insatiable womb. She began to squirm under me like a snake, lowing in a high tone. I pushed all the leftovers into the vagina and exited it. At that time, it was not clear to me - how could I do without such a tender, close, dear female body before, how did I survive separation? What a blessing to have everything back! I clearly understood that now I can not exist without my Lenka!

We took turns running to the bathroom, lay down, not dressed, side by side and, without saying a word, began to caress each other. It couldn't go on for a long time, and we fucked again ... Only out of stupidity, inexperience and completely surrendering to passion, we didn’t think then that Lenka could get pregnant! But, fortunately, everything worked out.
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In the hierarchy of relationships, friendship is in last place. Relationships with lovers, parents, children - all this is above friendship. This is true for life and is reflected in science: research interpersonal relationships mainly concern couples and families in love.

Friendship is a unique relationship because, unlike relationships with relatives, we choose who we do business with. And unlike other voluntary relationships like marriage, friendship has no formal structure. You cannot not see and talk with your soulmate for a month, but you can with friends.

Yet study after study confirms that friends are very important to a person. And as friendships change over time, so do a person's requirements for their friends.

I heard people talking about close friends different ages: a teenager of 14 and an old man approaching his centenary. There are three descriptions of close friends: who you can talk to, who you depend on, and who you feel good with. Descriptions do not change throughout life, but life circumstances change in which these qualities manifest themselves.

William Rawlins, Ohio University professor

The voluntary nature of friendship makes her defenseless against life circumstances. Growing up, people prioritize not in favor of friendship: family comes first. And if earlier you could just run into the next entrance to call Kolya for a walk, now you agree with him “somehow to find a couple of hours” to meet and have a drink once a month.

The beauty of friendship is that people stay friends simply because they want to, because they chose each other. But this makes it difficult to maintain friendship for a long time, because just as voluntarily you can stop dating without regrets and obligations.

Throughout life - from kindergarten to nursing home - friendship improves a person, both physical and mental. But in the process of growing up, people change their priorities, and friendships change - for better or for worse. The latter, unfortunately, happens much more often.

How friendships change

Youth - best time for creating friendly relations. It is at this time that friendship becomes more complete and meaningful.

As a child, friends are other guys that are fun to play with. already open their feelings more, support each other. But in adolescence friends are still exploring and testing themselves and others, learning what it means close person". Friendship helps them in this.

Corey Balazowich/Flickr.com

Over time, passing from youth to youth, people become more self-confident, they look for people who share their views on important things.

Despite the new, more complex approach to friendship, young people still have enough time to devote to their friends. Young people generally spend between 10 and 25 hours a week meeting with friends. And a recent study showed that in the US, boys and girls aged 20-24 spend most of the day interacting with groups of people of any age.

At universities, everything is aimed at communication between students - at lectures and between them, at holidays with classmates, at seminars, and so on. Of course, this does not only apply to those who attend university. All young people tend to avoid things that distract from socializing with friends, such as weddings or talking to their parents.

When you are young, friendships are stronger: all your friends go to the same school or live nearby. In time as you leave educational establishments, change job or place of residence, ties weaken. Moving to another city for the sake of studying at the university may be the first experience of parting with friends.

A study by Emily Langan, professor of social interactions at Wheaton College, found that adults feel they should be more polite to their friends.

Adults understand that friends have their own business and cannot demand much time or attention from them. Unfortunately, this is happening on both sides, and people are starting to drift apart, even if they don't want to. Just out of your courtesy.

But what makes friendship fragile also makes it flexible. Participants in one of the surveys most often thought that the relationship did not break off, even if there was a long period when friends did not communicate.

This is a very optimistic view. You will not think that you have a normal relationship with your parents if you have not heard anything from them for several months. But it works with friends: you can be considered friends even if you haven't talked in half a year.

Yes, it's sad that we stop relying on friends as we grow up, but it gives us the opportunity to experience a different kind of relationship based on understanding the limitations of adulthood. Such relationships are far from ideal, but they are real.

After all, friendship is a relationship without any obligations. You yourself decided to associate yourself with a person, just to be together.

What about you? Do you still have real friends?

We met Slavik back in the sandbox. Slavik shared toys with me, brought sweets from home. In general, he acted like a real little man. True, at that time we did not think about it. But adults teased us "the bride and groom."

Together in kindergarten, together in school

Our parents also became friends on the background of our communication. Sometimes even one of the mothers took us to the kindergarten, and the other took us away. It was so convenient for everyone. And Slavik and I were not bored. On the way we played "Cities" or some "Guessing Game".

The school also welcomed both of us. True, the teacher did not allow us to sit together at the same desk. Now I understand that she was right. We were greatly distracted from the lesson, arranging negotiations in a whisper.

Every day at school, Slavik took care of me. He protected me from both boys and girls. My friend shared sandwiches with me. And he also carried in his briefcase not only his own, but also my books.

Time changes even friends

When we grew up, Slavik made sure that I suddenly did not start dating a guy from a bad company. And I was very happy that I have such a friend.

However, after the army, Slavik changed. He became more serious, not talkative. It seemed to me that he was pretending to be an adult, trying to prove to everyone that the army made a real man out of him.

I noticed other changes in my childhood friend, but I did not think that they would lead to anything unpleasant or dangerous. Slavik did not go to talks. He waved or laughed it off. But at times it seemed to me that Slavik was the same - kind, caring, attentive.

Bitterly!

Slavik married first. His wedding was fun. Only the bride and her brother did not please me. But the main thing is that my friend is well. And a year later, I went down the aisle. And at my wedding, Slavik, my childhood friend, betrayed me. He ruined my celebration.


I will never forget or forgive him. He was sober, he knew what he was doing. He stole money from us, which we set aside to pay for the cafe. We paid part in advance, and the second part was to be taken by the owner of the cafe on the day of our celebration.

My fiancé and I placed the responsibility for paying for the cafe on Slavik. And he left with our money an hour after the start of the celebration. And the amount was great.

When I asked him why he did this, he said that he needed money. So, without asking, he decided that he could dispose of the money that we had been collecting for almost a year.

So are childhood friends really the most faithful? Or is it possible to expect a catch from anyone these days?

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