Apartment
Ivan Kuzkin's life had seen its share of amusing and, at times, absurd coincidences. But there is one he would like to dwell on in more detail. Due to life's circumstances, Ivan Kuzkin was still a bachelor at thirty-five. It all began when his beloved girlfriend didn't wait for him to return from the army.
And, most importantly, she didn't have long to wait. Only three months. Shortly before his discharge, the girl dear to his heart started a sort of romance with some engineer on a business trip. And Ivan, unaware, wondered why she was dragging him to the registry office? She came to his unit herself, saying: — "I can't wait any longer, Vanya!
I love you so much that I'm willing to wait for you, but only as your wife." At first, Ivan was delighted, ran to his unit commander, asking for a pass to go to the registry office. But the commander was an old hand, he says:— Don't rush, Vanya, wait until your discharge. Oh, my heart tells me this haste isn't for nothing.
Ivan was offended at first, but you can't argue with the commander. And as it turned out, it was a good thing he obeyed him, because when he returned from the army, a surprise awaited him: his beloved, heavily pregnant. Her mother looks at him like a wolf, saying, well, she went to your unit. You've had your fun, ruined the girl. Marry her now! And Vanya wasn't against marriage, but doubts gnawed at him—they hadn't been together in that way for a long time. He decided this:
Alright, there will be a wedding. But first, we'll do a test, a genetic one. This is all too suspicious. His love and her mother dug their heels in: No test will happen. You ruined the girl, now marry her... and that's that. But our Vanya was stubborn too. He said:
— If it's my child, I'll marry her without a word. If not, then forgive me generously, let his daddy raise him.
The mother and daughter made a fuss, but there was nothing to be done; they didn't even do the test. She confessed to everything, that the child wasn't his. Ivan, insulted, has lived alone ever since, doesn't trust women. But since he was, after all, a normal man, he regularly used the services of rented women; fortunately, in our time, there's no shortage of this service. He even rented an apartment for these purposes, conveniently located so he wouldn't have to travel far. Vanya paid the rent regularly, once a month. And today, he knocked on the door opposite, his rented apartment.
The thing is, the landlady had two apartments on the same landing; she lived in one and rented out the other. So when it was time to pay the rent, Vanya came to the landlady. He rang the doorbell, she opened it; it even seemed like she was expecting him.
Nadezhda Nikolaevna Stepanova. Not old yet, about thirty-seven, slender, bleached blonde... A rather attractive woman; Ivan, sinfully, glanced at her appraisingly.
— Oh, it's you? Come in, Ivan. — She began.
— I brought the money. — Said Ivan, looking at the landlady with interest.
— You've come just in time. Come in. — She seemed somewhat embarrassed about something.
Somewhat surprised, Ivan entered. The landlady seated him at the table, poured tea, sat down opposite him, and began:
— I had the nerve to observe you; you rent the apartment for women?
— Well? — Ivan didn't like this beginning.
— I understood that you don't have a steady woman. — She looked at him intently, as if deciding whether to continue or not.
— Let's say so. And what is this conversation about? If it's about blackmail, you're mistaken; I'm not married, I have no one to hide my relationships with women from. — Ivan frowned, not understanding where she was going.
— No! How could you think that? I simply have a business proposal for you.
— Aha. — This genuinely interested him, — "I wonder what business she could have with me?" — He thought.
— For the same money, I will service you. — Ivan almost choked on his tea. He just sat there with his mouth slightly open.
— Why so? — He finally managed to ask.
— I'm alone, and I'm experiencing serious financial difficulties; extra income wouldn't hurt me right now. — She looked at him with a serious expression.
— And what exactly are you offering? — Ivan asked, with irony in his voice.
— Instead of looking for, excuse me, prostitutes, you come right here and, for the same money, spend time with me. I observed, looked through the peephole at those you came with and realized I look no worse. — She lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
— You are a beautiful woman, but I must admit, I didn't expect you to be like this.
— No. — She objected, slightly offended. — I'm not LIKE THAT, I just really need money. Understand? Or don't you like me? — She smiled coquettishly.
— I like you. But I didn't expect such a proposal from you. — Ivan was still bewildered.
— Additionally, I can wash and iron your clothes; you're a bachelor and probably have difficulties with that.
— Is that as a bonus? — Ivan smirked.
— Understand it as you wish. — She blushed.
— Are you sure? — Ivan asked again.
— Yes. I'm sure. You seem like a decent man; don't think badly of me, it's just an extreme case.
— I agree. Only, you won't regret it later?
— What would I regret? If we don't like this arrangement, well, we're free people.
— Well, yes. Free. — Ivan confirmed.
— And, when should I expect you? — She asked, now in a businesslike manner.
— I had planned for Saturday. — Ivan said, bewildered.
— Well, let's settle on that. On Saturday, come straight to me. — She said matter-of-factly.
After sitting for a while, Ivan got up to leave. Thanking the landlady for the tea, he left, still surprised.
On Saturday, Ivan rang the doorbell of Nadezhda's apartment; she opened it for him. He looked with interest for a moment at the beautiful woman who opened the door.
— Come in, Ivan. — She invited him coquettishly. She was wearing a tight, short, black dress that effectively hugged her shapely figure. Slender legs in beautiful black tights. Embarrassed, he entered.
— Make yourself comfortable. — The landlady offered hospitably.
Ivan went to the kitchen; she, expecting him, had set the table.
"So far, not bad. — Thought Ivan, — They even serve tea here. Service..." — The landlady sat opposite.
— Help yourself. — She pushed a jar of jam towards him.
— Thank you. — He was still embarrassed.
They drank tea; Ivan looked at Nadezhda with interest.
— Well, where shall we begin? — She asked after a while.
— Huh? — Ivan was at a loss; he had often been with women, but those were hookers, and now he was bewildered.
— Well, how does it usually happen for you? Please excuse me, I'm still inexperienced. — She lowered her gaze in embarrassment. Ivan himself was at a loss; he just couldn't do it like that.
— Sorry, but the initiative is on their side there. — He didn't know what to say.
She stood up and approached him. Put her hands on his shoulders, stroked his head. When she started stroking his cheeks, he stopped her, taking her hands.
— Something wrong? — She whispered.
— No, Nadya, I can't do it like this. Let's at least dance or something? — He averted his gaze in embarrassment.
— Let's. — It seemed to him she said it with relief.
She turned on soft, slow music. He put his hands on her waist and suddenly felt her trembling slightly. "Wow! She's really starved for it," — He thought, pulling her closer. The slow music, dim light, and her tight dress did their job. Ivan realized he desired her, wanted this woman. He kissed her lightly. Her warm, moist lips responded. With hired girls, he never kissed; it just wasn't done with them, but with Nadezhda, he kissed as if she were his girlfriend.
She, by the way, didn't object..., gradually they became bolder. After some time, they lay in her bedroom on the bed, completely naked. He liked her body. Smooth, firm, well-groomed. He caressed her breasts, stroked her legs, kissed her back. She moaned softly. Ivan went on the offensive. It seemed she hadn't had anyone for a long time; she was tight and hot. Unlike the girls from the roadside. Accustomed to more space, Ivan couldn't move inside her for long; he felt the end approaching quickly. Pressing her to him, he exploded. She moaned with pleasure.
They lay side by side; she stroked his chest and was silent. Then suddenly asked:
— How was it for you?
— You still have to ask?
— Don't you regret it? — She asked.
— What?
— That you spent this time with me?
— Of course not. You are much better. I haven't had sex like that in a long time.
— Really? — She asked with a sly smile.
— Really. — Ivan replied contentedly.
They began to meet regularly. After some time, Ivan proposed to Nadezhda. They got married; she moved in with him.
And now, she rents out both apartments.
2011