That evening, Deniska was impressed by his meeting with Irina Vasilyevna. How she had helped him. And it was all so simple. Listen to yourself and control yourself in time. He helped his mother tidy up the kitchen, wiped the dishes, and went to his room. In the evening, before bedtime, his mother came in.
-I won't wake you up tomorrow. I'll go to the store in the morning. I'll buy us some food for the trip and for the first few days until we settle in. We'll buy groceries at the local store there. I'm waiting for a call to get my vacation pay. Think about whether you've packed all your clothes. There's a lake near the cottage, in the forest. Try on your swimming trunks. Are they too tight? Let me know tomorrow morning. If they're too small, I'll measure you with a tape measure and buy you new ones.
-Okay, Mom, I'll try them on and let you know in the morning.
-Remember all of Ira's advice and follow it. Good night. Give me a kiss.
She kissed him and went to her room. Deniska got out of bed and took his swimming trunks out of his bag. He tried them on. His mother was right. They were too small. They squeezed his legs, the fabric stretched and was about to tear.
Deniska woke up at 7 a.m. as usual. He decided to linger in bed a little longer and got up at 8. His mother was already in the kitchen in her robe, making porridge and toast.
-Good morning.
-Good morning, son. How are you? Did you sleep well?
-Yes, quite well. You know, you were right. The swimming trunks are too small. You can't tell by looking at them. When I put them on, I felt it. They squeeze me a lot, and I even went to the pool in them.
-No wonder. We bought them for you two years ago. Wash up. Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes.
The morning passed quickly. Before leaving for the store, his mother came into his room.
-Do you want me to buy you dark-colored swim trunks?
-Yes, of course. Definitely not yellow or red.
-Okay, I know. I just wanted to make sure. Come on, let's measure your waist.
Deniska approached his mother. She squatted down. She had a tape measure in her hands.
-Deniska, since swim trunks are worn on the body, you need to take off your underwear. If we measure around your clothes, they will be too big and will fall down in the water.
If this request had been made a couple of days earlier, Deniska would not have agreed. But the events of the last few days had changed everything.
-Yes, Mom, right now. I'll just take my clothes off. That's enough.
-Yes, son. I'll take a piece of paper and write it down, just in case.
Vera sat down on the bed. She placed the piece of paper and pen on her right side. Deniska stood opposite her.
-Turn your back to me.
She wrapped the ribbon around him and took his measurements. She checked with her hand to make sure it wasn't twisted at the front. She accidentally touched his buddy. Then she wrote everything down.
-Okay. Now turn around to face me.
Deniska turned around. His buddy rose at the touch of his mother's hands and pointed to nine o'clock.
-Well, what a surprise. How cute. Okay, now the beginning of the tape is here.
She touched the spot below her son's testicles with her fingers.
-And the second spot is here.
She ran the tape past his buddy to a spot slightly below his navel.
-Deniska, should we buy regular swim trunks? Not shorts? Should they be higher on the legs?
-I think so." I had those before. They dry quickly and are lightweight.
-Okay.
Vera, I wrote down the second size. She let go of the tape at the bottom and rolled it up. She looked at his buddy. He was very close. She took him in her hand.
-May I?
-Yes, Mom. Why?
-Just checking. Did you bathe him today?
-Yes.
-May I take a look?
-Of course. Take a look.
Vera opened the hood. Everything was clean and neat. She touched his testicles. "Everything's fine." She put everything back in place. Deniska's buddy confidently showed 12 o'clock.
-Oh. I upset you. I'm not used to the fact that you're an adult and can get excited. Show me how you learned Ira's advice yesterday. Raise your energy. He needs to calm down.
-I'll try. I haven't practiced since yesterday.
He tensed his muscles and pulled in his lower abdomen. He held his breath. Exhaled, relaxed. Again. Again. Nine o'clock. Seven o'clock. It worked. It worked. Deniska was happy.
-Everything is wonderful. Give me a kiss and get dressed.
Without waiting for him to act, she leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek.
-Denis, I'm going to the store. If they call me from work, find out everything. Then you can tell me later.
-Yes, Mom. I'll stay close to the phone so I don't miss the call.
Mom left. "It's a good idea to go to the dacha after all." There's nothing to do in the city in the summer. He opened the door to his room so he wouldn't miss the phone call. He took everything out of his bag. A piece of paper fell out. He unfolded it. How could he have forgotten? It was a list of books he was going to read over the summer. The books were mainly related to his field of study. Yes... A lot of books. He would have to go to the local library. He decided to take two books with him. He wouldn't take too many, as they would be heavy to carry. He would return them later and take others. He decided that as soon as his mother arrived, he would run to the technical library where he was registered. He went to get ready. Forty minutes later, his mother arrived. He heard the sound of the key opening the door. He went out to her to pick up the bags, and then the phone rang. His mother answered the phone.
-Hello. Yes, Lenochka. I found out. I'll be there in half an hour. Thank you.
Mom hung up and went to the kitchen.
-I have to go. Lena, the cashier, called. She'll be handing out salaries and vacation pay. I'm off. Where are you going?"
-Mom, I completely forgot. I want to read some books, you know, I need them for my diploma. I'm going to the library. I'll take two books. The rest... Either I'll go to the library in the city, or I'll look for them there. Is there a library in the village?
-I don't know. There should be, but it's unlikely. Let's go together. You need to get off one stop earlier. We'll meet at home. Don't forget your keys.
They left the house together. The trolleybus stop was a 10-minute walk away.
-Denis, you'll be home earlier. Eat on your own, don't wait for me. Be sure to heat up the rassolnik. I'm not planning on going anywhere after work. Straight home. There are new swimming trunks in the bag on your bed. Try them on. You may need to have them altered.
Denis, you came home first. The library had the two books he wanted to borrow. Mom came home an hour after him. When she opened the door, she was catching her breath.
-The elevator isn't working. It's stuck on the second floor. So I walked all the way up to the apartment without stopping.
Mom had always been athletic and took good care of herself. Walking up to the fifth floor was no problem for her. In winter, she always went on five-kilometer or longer ski trips with teachers from her work. They lived on the top fifth floor. Their building was built during Stalin's time. The ceilings were up to three meters high. The elevator shaft was made of metal mesh, and you could always see where the elevator had stopped.
-Have you eaten?
-I was about to. Let's eat together.
They heated up some food. During lunch, my mother said that she had bought herself a tracksuit especially for the dacha.
-When I was there, mosquitoes bit me in the evenings. Now, in my tracksuit, it will be difficult for them to get to me. I also bought mosquito bite cream, sunscreen, and chamomile hand cream at the pharmacy. I got sunburned once. I couldn't sleep at night. Then Grandma Polina made me sour milk compresses. What about the swim trunks? Are they the right size?
-Mom, I didn't have time. I'll eat now and then try them on.
After lunch, they went about their business. Mom was packing. She took out her sewing machine and sewed something. Then it was quiet. Vera knocked on the door.
-Denis, Ira called. She'll be at the bus stop at nine. Will you meet her?
-Yes, of course.
-I'm going to put the sewing machine away. Do you need anything sewn?
-I don't think so. Maybe my swimming trunks? They're kind of high-waisted.
-What do you mean, high-waisted? Let's take a look. It's good you came by.
Denis quickly put on his new swimming trunks.
-Look. See? The elastic is above my belly button. The legs fit fine and don't hang down. But the top is high.
-Yes, it is. The waistline is high for you.
She bent the elastic band of the swimming trunks inward, then again.
-So you can safely sew three centimeters. Everything is clear here. She lowered her hands and touched the testicles, lifting them up.
-Does it pinch here?"
-No.
-So, only at the waist. Otherwise, they fit perfectly. Take them off, I'll hem them. I won't baste them. I'll sew them right away.
Mom left. The sewing machine started up again. He looked at his watch. He had to arrive fifteen minutes early. It took ten minutes to get there. That meant he would have time to drink some tea. He went to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
-Mom, do you want some tea?"
-Yes, make enough for two. There's cheese in a plate in the fridge. Get some butter.
They sat down to drink tea with butter and cheese sandwiches.
-Mom, I'll be quick and go to the bus stop." I want to get there a little early so Ira doesn't have to wait.
-Okay...
Mom was chewing and drinking her tea. He looked at his watch. Everything was fine. He would be there early. He went to get dressed.
-Mom, I'll take my keys.
-No need. I'll wait for you.
The fresh evening air tickled his nose pleasantly. He took a deep breath. It seemed that somewhere a linden tree was blooming. What a fragrance! Seeing a pebble on the road, he kicked it forward in the center, then again. When a bus stop appeared ahead, he stopped so as not to hit any pedestrians. He looked into the distance in the opposite direction from where he had arrived. There was no trolleybus. That meant it would be coming soon. And indeed, in about seven minutes, the trolleybus appeared. There were few passengers at that time. Irina Vasilyevna was already standing by the door, visible against the light inside the trolleybus. He ran up to her door.
-Hi, Denis. I thought you weren't coming. I arrived early. I'm glad you're here.
-Hi, Ira.
He noted to himself that he could simply address her by her first name. "The head of the department and by her first name, just Ira." She was wearing a windbreaker and a cap. He couldn't make out what kind of pants she was wearing. Ira saw that Denis had noticed her cap.
-I put this on to disguise myself. Our students go out in the evening. They'll notice that I have a bag. I don't want any unnecessary questions. This is all my luggage." Ira showed him the bag on wheels. She was carrying one bag in her hands. The smallest, ordinary women's bag was on her shoulder.
-It suits you. You're beautiful.
He took the large bag.
-Thank you. Let's do it this way.
Ira placed the travel bag on top of the large bag. The handles of the wheeled bag and the travel bag matched.
-You take this side, and I'll take this side, and let's go. We held all the handles.
-Yes, you can't feel the weight at all.
They slowly rolled Ira's luggage along the asphalt. Near the house, Deniska took apart the contraption. The bag on wheels was heavier, so he took it and started to carry it up the stairs to the entrance.
Ira grabbed her travel bag. They went into the building and called the elevator. Deniska rolled the bag into the cabin, then Ira got in. She put the travel bag on top again. Deniska closed the door. First the metal one, then the two wooden ones. Button 5.
The elevator began to rise. After going up a couple of floors, the elevator began to slow down. Then the lights in the elevator went out. The elevator continued to move by inertia and then stopped. Deniska looked through the glass doors. The ceiling of the landing was visible above. Judging by the time it took to move, it was most likely the ceiling of the third floor. Light from the landing shone into the elevator through the mesh of the shaft and part of the glass door. Then he remembered that his mother had taken the stairs today. The elevator hadn't been working during the day either. They were stuck. There was no way out. His mother had warned him. "If you get stuck in an elevator, don't try to get out yourself. It's dangerous. There are safety rules. So, according to these rules, we have to call the repairmen".
-We're stuck. We can't get out. We'll call now. They'll call the repairmen. We'll have to wait.
-Yes. How inconvenient. Or maybe it's a sign. We'll figure it out. Come on, Deniska.
He pressed the call button. There was no ring. Maybe it was because the lights were out. There should still be a ring. He pressed it several times. There was no ring.
-Quiet. I think someone's coming up the stairs.
They heard very slow footsteps. Ira and Deniska started banging their fists on the cabin wall.
-Hey, in the elevator. Press the call button.
-We pressed it, it doesn't work. Call the repairmen.
-Is that you, Denis?
-Yes.
Denis recognized Maria Nikolaevna, his neighbor. The pensioner lived on the fourth floor.
-I have your mother's phone number. I'll call her now. Wait.
They could hear her walking very slowly to her apartment. The door slammed shut. Ten minutes passed. They heard a door slam somewhere upstairs. Footsteps approached on the stairs.
-Deniska, Ira! You're in the elevator.
-Mom, we're in the elevator. Ira is here too. The elevator is stuck. The call button isn't working.
-I understand. Ira, how are you?
-Verchik, don't worry. We're fine. Call the repairmen, let them free us from captivity.
-Yes, I'll go call them." I won't waste any time.
Mom left.
-We have to wait. Deniska, how are you?
-Me? I don't know. I can't think of anything.
-There's nothing you can think of here. We really have to wait.
They stood in silence for a few minutes. Ira leaned against the elevator wall and looked at her watch. Time was passing slowly. Deniska turned his head from side to side as if he wanted to find a way out. Only now did he feel the urge to use the restroom. He had been drinking tea before going to meet Ira. How inconvenient. Footsteps could be heard upstairs again. "That must be my mom," he thought.
-Ira, they said they accepted the call. The crew is on the other side of town right now. They're on their day off. Today is Friday. There's only one crew for the whole city. They'll come to us right after. You'll have to wait about an hour. I'll bring a chair and sit here with you."
-Vera, no. You need to stay close to the phone. The dispatcher may call you back. Go home. Denis and I will manage here. Denis, tell your mom, otherwise she'll worry.
-Mom, we'll manage.
-Verchik, if they call you back, come downstairs and tell us what they said. I'll take care of Deniska, don't worry.
-Okay, you're right. Hang in there. Don't lose heart.
Mom left.
-Deniska, I suggest we make our stay here a little more comfortable. The first thing we need to do is sit down comfortably. Standing on our feet for an hour is hard. I have a small blanket in my bag. I brought it to lie on and sunbathe.
Ira opened the wheeled bag and, without looking, took out the bundle.
-Let's put the bags in the right corner by the door. We'll settle down in the opposite right corner. There will be room for our feet in the left corner by the door. Help me.
They moved the bags. Then they spread out the blanket. Ira took out something else. The elevator was dimly lit. There were only glimmers of light at the top of the elevator wall. It was semi-dark at the bottom.
-Here, this is for you to sit on. It's my jacket. Don't unfold it. Just sit down on it. It will be soft and not cold underneath. And this is for me.
They settled down as Ira said. It was actually comfortable to sit on. Deniska's mind was preoccupied with the question, "Will he last an hour?" With every passing minute, the urge to go to the toilet grew stronger and stronger.
-I think we'll have to postpone the trip until tomorrow. Maybe it's for the best.
-Why is it for the best? We were going. Our plans have been ruined.
-The universe has its own plans. They are the most important, and then come our plans."
"What should I do?" thought Deniska. "Open the doors and pee through the elevator shaft mesh? If it weren't for Ira, I would have done just that. But now, I'll hold it in until I wet my pants. No. I'll tell Ira. Otherwise, I'll go crazy."
-Ira.
He fell silent, thinking about how to say it all.
-Yes, honey. Are you in pain? Tell me, I'm starting to get a little worried.
-I need to pee. I've needed to for a while. And... I don't know what to do. My stomach is starting to tingle.
-It's okay, that's normal. You should have told me as soon as you felt the urge. Give me your hands. She found his palms. Put them here. Unbutton your pants, we need to get closer to your body.
Ira took Deniska's palms, turned them over, and placed them on his stomach below his navel. They unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly.
-Put your fingers under your underwear, with your palms on your bare skin. That's it. I'll be right there. Warm his stomach with your palms and mentally ask him to be patient for a little while. Can you wait another twenty minutes? The repair crew should be here soon.
-I don't know. I'll try.
Ira reached into her bag. The jingle of keys sounded. And then a small light came on. It's a mini flashlight, a keychain, Deniska guessed. She shone it near the doors at the bottom. Then she opened the elevator doors slightly. Immediately, the shaft grate. Then she closed the door and went back to the bottom of the door, shining the flashlight on everything nearby. Footsteps sounded on the stairs above.
-Ira, Ira.
Vera called out to them in a low voice. It was already eleven o'clock. Silence in the stairwell.
-Yes, Vera. We're here. How are things? When will they arrive?
-The dispatcher called. You were right. They were already on their way to us, but they were diverted to Gagarin Avenue." There's a woman in the elevator cabin. She lost consciousness. It's almost right next to us. But they're still delayed. How are you doing? Is Deniska asleep?
-Fine. We settled down on the floor on a blanket. We're sitting on our clothes.
-Mom, I'm not asleep. I'm fine.
-Hang in there." I went to the phone.
Vera, go upstairs.
-Deniska, how are you?
-It really seems to be getting easier. I can feel the warmth of my hands. Even the pain is gone. I can wait a little longer.
-Now we'll pee. Can you do it with me here? Get yourself ready mentally. Imagine that I'm your mom for a little while and don't be shy.
She reached into her travel bag. She took out a magazine. She opened it. On the floor in the dark, Deniska saw that she had torn out the pages at the end of the magazine. She took a page and rolled it into a tube.
-Hold it, honey. Don't let go, so the tube stays intact.
Then she rolled another tube from a page. She connected Deniska's tube to her own so that the bottom end of the upper paper tube was inside the lower tube at its very top. She moved them up and down. Everything moved.
-Okay, get on your knees here.
Ira pointed to the cover in the left corner of the cabin.
-Take off your pants and panties all the way down. That's it, good boy. Hold the flashlight. The button doesn't stay down. Press it and hold it. Shine the light into the corner for me.
Deniska took the flashlight in her right hand, pressed the button, and directed the light. There was a hole in the corner. The floor of the elevator descended when passengers were in the cabin. Therefore, there was a gap between the floor and the corner. Ira inserted the end of a homemade tube into this gap.
-Okay, got it. Shine the light between your legs. Okay, I see it.
She began to pull the pipe upward and placed the other end on Deniska's mate.
-Okay, I'm holding the pipe with both hands so it doesn't move. Start writing.
A short pause. Deniska relaxed his muscles. And then the stream began to flow. With this design, the stream hit the corner precisely and flowed freely out of the cabin. Deniska even exhaled with relief. It became very easy.
-Wait a minute. Let it all come out.
After two pauses, the stream resumed. That's it, quiet.
-Deniska, is that it?
-Yes, I think so.
-Touch your stomach, does it hurt?
Deniska rubbed his stomach with his left hand. Nothing hurt.
-Everything's fine. Nothing hurts.
Ira carefully began to fold the top of the tube down to the corner. She placed the folded paper on a sheet that was lying completely unfolded. She rolled it all into a paper ball.
-Please shine the light on my bag. Yes, like that.
Ira put the crumpled piece of paper in her side pocket. The cabin was dry and clean. Deniska got dressed. "She's really like a mother," he thought.
-Ira, thank you. I wouldn't have thought of that myself.
-You're welcome. Let's get comfortable, we'll have to sit here for about an hour at best.
They settled in more comfortably. Ira hugged Deniska around the shoulders and pulled him close to her.
-Let's try to take a nap. It'll make the time go faster.
They sat in silence. The stairwell was quiet. It was summer. Many people had gone on vacation. The children had been taken away. Only one neighbor had passed by the whole time. Denis had indeed fallen asleep. But suddenly he felt movement and a rustling sound. The movements and rustling sounds repeated in the same way. The sound came from below, from Ira's side. He looked down. Irina was stroking her stomach with her right hand. "So she wants to pee," it dawned on Deniska.
-Ira, do you need to pee too?
-I woke you up. Sorry. Yes, me too. But I can hold it a little longer. I'm trying to persuade my stomach.
Ira freed the arm that was hugging Deniska.
-Deniska, I'm going to unbutton my pants at the top so they don't squeeze me. I'm sorry about this situation. I'll put my hand on your naked body to warm you up.
-Yes, of course. Do whatever you need to do. Can you think of something for me? I'll help.
-No, it won't work. Girls are more complicated.
Deniska really wanted to help Ira. But what could he do? He was about to wet himself.
-Ira, can I warm your stomach with my hands? It helped me a lot.
-Do you want to? Well, give me your hand.
Deniska gave Ira his hand.
-Put your palm here and stroke it.
Ira took Deniska's palm and placed it on her stomach below her waist. His pants were unbuttoned, and his hand immediately touched Ira's stomach. He could hear his heart beating in his ears. He felt fabric under his palm. It was probably her panties. They ran across her stomach in a thick strip. He began to stroke her. His hand touched the fingers of Ira's hand. She was also stroking herself on the other side. Five minutes passed.
-Deniska, you have a magic hand. I feel much better now.
-But I'm barely touching you. The fabric of my clothes is getting in the way. When I rubbed my stomach, I pulled down my underwear. I suggest you pull yours down too. Then I'll rub your stomach with both hands.
-I feel very uncomfortable. I don't even know what to do. I just have no choice.
Denis leaned forward slightly and freed both hands. Now he was able to move his right hand to Ira's side. At that moment, Ira unzipped the side of her pants all the way down. The top of her pants in front, now under the pressure of her hand, slid down closer to her knees, exposing the upper part of her stomach. Now only her white panties covered her stomach a little.
-Deniska, save me. Put your hands on me.
Without hesitation, he placed his open palms on her stomach. Feeling the warmth, he began to slowly make circular movements. Irina's hands lifted and held her outer clothing so that it would not interfere. It took no more than two minutes.
-Thank you. My stomach has stopped aching.
-Ira, why are my hands like that? Am I special?
-No, you're just a normal person. It's just that young men's hands radiate healing energy from the center of their palms. There is a lot of this energy.
-What about girls' hands? Are they healing too?
-Yes. Only they have the opposite effect. They absorb bad energy. This bad energy burns up inside them without harming them. In ancient times, healers used this knowledge to treat people. It was their most closely guarded secret. They passed on their profession and healing secrets from father to son.
-How could it be kept secret? You can see me. You can tell everyone.
-I can tell you what I saw in old drawings. The patient's head on the couch could not see what was happening to his body during treatment. It was behind a wooden or fabric partition. At the doctor's command, young men or women entered the room, depending on the illness. They stroked and massaged the areas indicated by the doctor with their hands. After being cured, many rich people wondered why they had paid so much money. I felt that I was being massaged by small hands. They thought they were the hands of young girls. They bought many young concubines who pleased their masters. This did not make them healthier, and they soon died.
-And when I stroke your stomach now, what happens?
-I only know in general terms. From the center of my palms and fingertips, your energy enters my body and takes away the pain. That's the only reason I can still endure it.
-Ira, I can stroke you with my hands for as long as you need. It's not difficult for me. The main thing is that you don't feel any pain.
-Thank you.
Deniska stroked her belly diligently and very carefully with his hands. An hour ago, he had been in a similar situation, and then even light pressure on his stomach caused pain and strong urges.
-Ira, when I stroke you, my fingers press against the elastic of your panties. Can I move it down?
-But I have curly hair there. Won't you be scared?
-I'm almost an adult. I've seen it in photos and I know.
-Where did you see it?
-At the technical college. The guys sometimes bring black and white photos. There are naked women and men in them. They chase girls and force them to look at these photos. Then they laugh.
-Well, yes. I understand. These are gaps in our education system. The younger generation receives sex education on the street in a perverted form.
Ira fell silent. Denis fell silent too. Ira didn't give permission. He stroked her and waited.
-Ira, is it okay?
-Yes. But let's agree that if you want to know something, just ask.
-No, today is not the time. Later. We have to wait for the lift operators to free us.
-Yes, you're right. Now is not the time.
Deniska hooked his thumbs under the panties on both sides and slowly pressed down on them, and they began to move toward Ira's legs. Ira lifted herself up slightly. At first, the panties resisted, but then they slid down in one swift motion. In the dim light, he saw a dark triangle appear where the white fabric had been. He continued to stroke Ira's stomach. Now his fingers were not pressing against anything, and he could move them further and further. They touched curly hair. His mate tensed and pressed against his clothes, begging for freedom. He felt the urge to stroke the hairy area with both hands. "No, I can't do that. Ire is sick." His right hand moved to the center of her belly and began to make wide circular movements. His left hand moved lower than his right and began to stroke the area where the hair transitioned into the mons pubis. He placed his palm on it and covered it completely. His right hand continued to stroke Ira's stomach. He examined the area to the left of the mound, then to the right. He stroked her legs and moved back to the mound. His fingers began to move downward. It was hot there, and her closed legs blocked his path. His palm returned to the mound.
-Ira.
-Yes, honey.
Ira increasingly referred to him as "honey." Her words conveyed gratitude and feminine tenderness.
-How's your belly? Should I continue like this or do something else?
-The pain is gone. That means you're doing everything right. My legs feel a little uncomfortable.
Ira bent her knees. Deniska continued to slowly stroke her stomach. His left hand was also stroking her, but it only moved back and forth. This time, his left hand went further down. His fingers encountered no resistance and reached the very bottom. "This must be where the butt starts," Deniska thought. The skin here was very velvety. He stroked her buttocks with his fingers. "Somewhere around here, girls have the same spot as me. Ira promised to show me." Here was the fabric of the clothing on which Ira was lying. He buried his middle finger in the cheeks and began to slowly move his hand in the opposite direction. His finger rose up deep in the folds, slightly spreading them apart. He liked to relieve Ira's pain. The pleasant sensations were interrupted again by the mate, who tensed up like never before and pressed against his clothes. He felt cramped. He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I need to tighten my muscles and pull in my stomach." His hands stopped. He pulled in his stomach several times.
-Deniska, are you tired?
He didn't have time to answer. Quick footsteps on the stairs. It was his mother, rushing to them.
-Ira, Deniska, the dispatcher called. I'm going to the yard, they asked me to meet the car. How are you doing there?
-Mom, everything's fine.
-Really, everything? Deniska, help me, please.
-Ira, I'm ready, tell me what to do.
-Put your panties back on. That's it. Zip it up, shine the flashlight here. Ira quickly zipped everything up. Put the clothes in the bag, then fold the blanket and put it in the bag. That's it. honey, when we go out, hold my hand. My stomach is upset that it can't feel your hand.
-Got it. Don't take any bags yourself. I'll put everything out on the landing. I'll ask my mom to wait for me, and I'll take you to the apartment myself. Then I'll come back down for the bags.
He took Ira's purse from her. He slung the travel bag over his other shoulder.
They stood there eagerly awaiting the arrival of their rescuers. Downstairs, they heard their mother's voice.
-The elevator is stuck on the second floor. There are two people in there. They've been there for four hours.
-You have to understand, we're doing what the dispatcher tells us to do. He has information from all over the city. I sympathize with you that we are so delayed.
This was apparently the senior operator. He was already giving orders. There was a banging on the doors at the top of the shaft. The elevator began to descend slowly. Through the glass door, they saw Vera and a man in protective clothing. He had a walkie-talkie.
-Stop!
The elevator stopped. They opened the doors.
-Get out, watch your step.
-Mom, support Ira, and I'll take the bags out.
Vera took Ira by the arm and helped her out. Deniska jumped out with the bags, then took them on wheels and put them on the floor. He rolled the bag away from the elevator. He approached his mother.
-Mom, wait for me here. Give me the keys. I'll take Ira down and come back for you.
-Here. Leave this bag too. Just take the small one.
Deniska handed his mother the travel bag. He slung the small bag over his shoulder.
-Vera, let's slowly go upstairs. Deniska will help me and come with us.
Ira spoke casually and easily. She leaned toward her ear and whispered something.
-Yes, of course, go ahead.
They slowly climbed the stairs to their fifth floor. Ira stopped and rested on each floor. When there was only one flight of stairs left, Deniska stopped.
-Ira, take a break. I'll be right back.
He ran upstairs and opened the door to the apartment. He ran into the apartment, rushed to the bathroom, turned on the light, opened the door wide, lowered the seat, and then ran back to Ira. She took his arm, and they made their way to the door. He accompanied her to the bathroom. Ira took slow steps as she approached the bathroom. She went in and turned her back to the seat.
-Denis, please turn away and stay still.
There was the sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing. Ira struggled to pull her clothes down. She put her hands on Denis's shoulders and slowly sat down.
-I have a severe cramp inside. I can't bend over or turn around. I've been holding it in for so long. I'm sorry.
-It's okay, don't rush. Hold on to me.
Ira managed to sit down.
-It's okay, dear, thank you. Run to Mom. Close the door.
Deniska closed the door and followed his mother. His mother was already on the fourth floor. She was carrying the bags one by one. She would take a bag upstairs, put it down, and go back down for the next bag. That's how she got to the fourth floor. Deniska took the bag on wheels. His mother took the travel bag. They quickly went upstairs.
-Do you need to use the restroom?
-No. Ira helped me. I couldn't hold it. I peed discreetly in the elevator. If it weren't for Ira, I would have wet myself. She saved me.
-Deniska, I'll make a bed for Ira in your room. It's closed off. Let her rest. She's had a rough time, poor thing. You and I will sleep in the big room.
-Yes, Mom. Of course. Do whatever you think is necessary. I'll go get some clothes to change into, and that's it. The room is at your disposal.
Denis changed and was in the kitchen when Ira came out of the bathroom. Mom led Ira to Deniska's room. Then he heard the sound of water filling the bathtub. "That's for Ira," he decided. Mom came in. She unfolded the sofa, laid out a sheet, and made a place to sleep.
-You can go to sleep. I'll stay up for a while longer.
-Which side should I lie on?
-Whichever you want. Wherever you fall asleep is fine, Mom will join you.
Deniska turned on the table lamp and turned off the big light in the chandelier. He lay down. His thoughts were about today in the elevator. He remembered everything in detail. As he fell asleep, he heard his mother go into Ira's bathroom. They were talking quietly. He woke up when it was already completely dark and his mother and Ira came to his bed. He opened his eyes slightly. Ira was wearing a robe that loosely enveloped her body in front. It was open, and Deniska saw her slender legs. "Beautiful." She had a towel wrapped around her head.
-He's asleep already. Ira, I've made up your bed. There are two pillows, one bigger and one smaller. Take whichever you like. I don't know which one is better for you.
-Okay. Don't worry. Yes, he's asleep. I'll thank him tomorrow. After all, he saved me from embarrassment. I'm going now. Good night.
-Good night.
Mom took off her robe and was left in a T-shirt and panties. "Mom is beautiful too." With these thoughts, he fell asleep. During the night, he woke up from a dream. He dreamed that he was lying on his side with his head on a bare stomach. He didn't know if it was his mother's stomach or Ira's. His right arm was right in front of his legs and wrapped between them. His arm was pressed tightly against her and reached her waist. "What if it's Mom?" He woke up in fright. Mom was sleeping next to him. It was quiet all around. "What a dream." He fell asleep again. He woke up in the morning. His mother was not there. He heard her in the kitchen. It was about 10 o'clock. He reached for his clothes, but they were not there. He looked around and, not finding them, went to the kitchen.
-Mom, good morning." Have you seen my suit? I hung it on a chair.
-Hello, son. I looked at it, it looks quite decent. I washed it. We'll take it to the cottage. You can change there. Wear the old one at home. It's in the closet. I saw it.
-Ira is sleeping in there.
-She's already up. She's not sleeping. Knock before you go in.
Deniska looked at himself. He was wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt. That would do. Ira could see him from head to toe. He went to her door and knocked.
-Yes. I'm awake.
Deniska went in and stopped, not knowing what to do next.
Ira sat on the floor and did her exercises. Deniska waited for her to finish. She exhaled quietly and slowly and turned to him. She was wearing a dark bra and panties. Deniska froze. Her breasts looked beautiful, and now he felt it in a special way. He was overcome by a mixture of emotions that were unfamiliar to him. A feeling of admiration and receptivity to beauty began to awaken in his heart. His eyes were mesmerized by the graceful lines of Ira's body, her slender figure, and the play of light on her skin. His heart pulsed and stopped for a moment, overwhelmed by an indefinable desire to be closer to her, to be near this beautiful and tangible energy. His gaze clung to every movement of her figure, every sparkle of her smile, sending him into a world of dreams and guesses about what it means to be an adult. Along with these new sensations, he felt fear and confusion at the power of the emotions that overwhelmed him. At that moment of encountering Ira's beauty and attractiveness, he had his first experience of growth and development, which marked the beginning of his journey to understanding himself as a man. He struggled to speak.
-I'm not at the right time. I'm sorry. I'll come back later.
Ira sat up straight and lowered her arms.
-You're always on time. Come in, honey. Come here.
Deniska timidly approached Ira. She reached out her hand, hugged him around the waist, and pulled him toward her. He pressed himself against her bra, where her beautiful breasts felt completely at ease. It just so happened that he pressed himself against them with his buddy. He immediately grew larger. If it weren't for his underwear, he would have easily reached the nine o'clock position.
-Denisa, I want to thank you again for yesterday. If it weren't for you, I would have been humiliated. Your hands are simply miraculous. Let me kiss you.
She raised her head and wanted to kiss him, but she couldn't reach him; she was shorter than his head.
-Sit down, or I won't be able to reach you.
She sat him down on her lap. Now she could kiss him. Which she did. It wasn't his mother who kissed Denis on the lips for the first time. He was embarrassed and blushed. At 18, he had never kissed a girl before. There simply weren't any girls in his group at technical college. "Except may be Bulkina from the stream?" he thought. But he didn't like her at all.
-Ira, thank you too. If you hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have lasted long.
He pressed his lips to hers. He pushed his lips forward a little and kissed her awkwardly. She hugged him and pulled him close. His head was turned toward the door, and he was in Ira's strong embrace. There was a knock at the door.
-Ira, Deniska, breakfast is ready. You can come eat.
Vera entered the room. Seeing them hugging and that Deniska was not yet dressed, she walked over to the closet, opened the door, sat down, and began searching for something on the shelf.
-Here. I found it. Here, Deniska, wear this today.
She turned to Ira. Ira was wiping away a tear, and with her other hand she held her finger vertically to her lips. "Don't say anything." Vera nodded. Deniska took the suit. Ira helped him up. As he stood up, his mate remained tense. Ira held him with her hand. It wasn't necessary, but Deniska liked feeling her hand on him. Deniska left.
-Ira, don't, it's all over now.
-I kissed Deniska. I'm so grateful to him. A tear sprang to her eye. I'm sorry. He's a wonderful person.
-Kiss him as much as you want. You can do it without restriction. He told me that you saved him. He's very grateful to you. Let's go have breakfast.
At the table, Vera put food on everyone's plates. Porridge, cheese, eggs, cabbage and carrot salad.
They ate with pleasure.
-Ira, do you think it's good that we didn't go today?
-Yes. Since that's how it turned out. We were delayed on purpose. Protected from bad things happening.
-Tomorrow, Sunday morning, will be better. Those who wanted to leave left on Saturday. The train will be less crowded.
-Yes, I agree with you. There won't be any people that early on Sunday. I've already set my alarm, even though I still have a whole day ahead of me. I'm afraid I'll oversleep.
They also discussed their upcoming trip. Everything was packed and ready to go. So, there was nothing to do all day. They just enjoyed chatting about nothing in particular. Time flew by unnoticed. Deniska stayed in the large room the whole time; he didn't go into his own room because Irina was temporarily staying there. Besides, he didn't really need anything from there. The TV was on in the background. They didn't really watch it. Ira was reading her magazine with new clothing styles. There were patterns for each style. Mom was looking at it too, and they were discussing some of the patterns in hushed voices, wondering what would fit or what needed to be added to the seam. Deniska listened with one ear. He didn't understand any of it. He had a copy of the magazine "Technique of young people" in his hands and was enjoying reading it. In the evening, before going to bed, Vera set the alarm clock and placed it on the bedside table next to her.
She looked carefully at the hands. "Everything is correct. Five o'clock. There should be enough time to catch the first trolleybus."
-Son, will you lie by the window?
-Yes, Mom. I lay there last time and got used to it.
They decided to go to bed at ten. Mom turned off the light. They whispered to each other with Ira. They wished each other and Deniska a good night. Ira went to Deniska's room, where she settled comfortably on the bed and fell asleep immediately. Vera turned off the light.
Deniska didn't toss and turn and fell asleep right away. At night, he dreamed of Ira again. He stroked her belly. With his other hand, he stroked her mound. Only in his dream, for some reason, instead of curly hair, there were panties under his hand. He couldn't figure it out in his dream. They shouldn't have been there; he had pulled them down. He raised his hand higher. There was elastic there. Higher still. A soft belly. He stroked it in circular motions. But what about his other hand? It wasn't stroking her. So he stroked her with both hands. Everything was difficult to imagine in his dream. He began to search for his other hand. He touched it. It was under his head. It was his right hand. At that moment, Ira stirred. Her stomach hurts again, he thought, since he had removed his hand. He put his left hand back on her stomach. Very carefully, without pressing down, he began to move in circles. He stroked her, and the circle widened. His hand should have reached the elastic of her panties by now. But now it was gone. A little further, he felt curly hair. The dream was disturbing. He couldn't understand or explain anything to himself. His hand rested on a mound, and the panties were gone. He began to stroke it. He himself was pleased to realize this. His palm felt the boundaries of the mound where they merged into the groin, and there was this delicate skin. Ira freed her hand and hugged him around the shoulders. He slid down to her shoulder at first, then lower, and ended up on her chest. It was soft. He continued to stroke it. His hand moved down behind the mound, closer to her butt. "Don't forget about the stomach.
Otherwise, Ira won't be able to stand it," he thought in his sleep. He returned to her stomach and began to caress it. Ira lifted her T-shirt, and he buried his nose in one of her nipples. He tried to take it with his lips. It worked.
Ira stroked his head. Deniska touched her nipple with his lips. Ira kissed him on the ear. And whispered, "My dear." He opened his lips wider, and the nipple was completely on his tongue. He began to taste it, pulling it into his mouth and deep into his throat. "So, I'm stroking it right. It doesn't hurt Ira." He moved back to the mound and lowered his fingers to the very bottom. He liked stroking here too. Ira's legs spread, and his hand freely stroked the bottom of her buttocks. Here was the point of the buttocks, somewhere above was the point to press. He gently touched everything and moved higher. His fingers went deep into the folds. It was wet there. In his sleep, he tried to find an explanation for this. "Right, I'm inside the mound." He felt a strong arousal. His mater tensed up very strongly. He began to try to squeeze his muscles. He succeeded. With each contraction of his abdominal muscles, he also squeezed the nipple with his tongue. His tongue movements from side to side on the nipple were involuntary, and he did not feel them; in fact, he was asleep. When he began to contract his lower abdomen, the dream began to fade. He realized that he was lying in bed and that it was night. But why was his hand inside the mound and his mother's nipple in his mouth? He opened his eyes slightly. In the darkness, he could make out the outline of the room. He realized that he was sleeping in bed with his mother and that they had to get up early the next day. He let go of the nipple.
-Mom, I had a dream. Did I hurt you?
-No, silly. You wanted to help in your dream. Did you dream about Ira?
-Yes. We were in the elevator again. And she was in pain. I tried to help and stroked her stomach.
-I understood that. Lie down with me like that. Your hand is very gentle. It feels so good. I love you very much.
-I love you too. My buddy is very excited. I want to calm him down. I'm doing everything right, but he's very tense. It helps, but not much.
-Let me put my hand on the spot. Spread your legs.
Deniska lay down a little more evenly to give his mother access. Vera put her hand between his legs and covered his testicles with her palm, as Ira had taught her. Barely touching them with her palm, she found the spot with her fingers. The first touch was light, the second was stronger, and with the third touch, she pressed on the point. Deniska felt a "spill" of energy in his stomach area. It became easier. The tension subsided.
-How are you?
-Good."
Deniska's fingers were still inside his mother's mound. He moved them very quietly. His mother's left hand pressed Deniska a little harder against her, while her right hand was still on his point.
-Move your fingers a little. They are very gentle.
Vera kissed him. In the darkness, her lips touched his cheek. "I must be going crazy. I can't control myself. No, pull yourself together."
-Sunshine, that's enough. Take your fingers out. My head is spinning." I need to pull myself together. Put your fingers on Mom's spot and press. I'll guide you.
-I'll try.
He pulled his fingers out. His fingers dropped lower. Deniska tried to find the spot. "Okay, here's the butt spot, higher, here, I think."
-A little higher. That's it. Right here." Press with three fingers at once. Put them together. Yes. That's it. Press down. Hold it.
They lay there quietly for a while. Vera felt the pressure of her son's fingers weaken. She also loosened the touch of her hand. Five minutes passed. Vera quietly and carefully withdrew her hand. Just as carefully, she took Deniska's hand and placed it next to him. She straightened the rumpled blanket. Deniska was asleep. The night before, they had gone to bed after three o'clock. And tomorrow, today, they would have to get up early again. Vera closed her eyes. "Maybe I'll be able to sleep for a couple more hours."
In the morning, Deniska woke up to someone gently stroking his hand. He opened his eyes. It was Ira. She was sitting next to him. Seeing that he had opened his eyes, she smiled.
-Wake up slowly.
-Where's Mom?
He remembered his dream. "Well, I had a dream. First there was Ira, and then she turned into my mother. Okay, I'll sleep well at the dacha."
-She emptied the refrigerator. Now it's at Maria Nikolaevna's. She took some of the food to her. Mom turns off the refrigerator. We're leaving in forty minutes.
They got ready quickly. Mom came from the neighbor's and kissed him on the cheek.
-Denis, check again, did you take everything? Did you forget anything?
-I took everything. I've had everything ready since yesterday. I just need to get dressed and I'm ready to go.
-Ira, I'm taking sandwiches and water with me." If we want, we can have a snack on the way.
They left the house on time. They carried their bags downstairs by hand. They didn't use the elevator. The first trolleybus took them to the station. An hour later, they were sitting in an empty train car, waiting for departure. Deniska settled down by the window. He had never been to Grandma Polina's house before. He mostly looked out the window. The quiet clatter of the wheels on the rails filled the car with a silent melody. There were very few passengers. The first rays of sunlight began to shine through the window, playing on the pastel landscapes of nature's magical theater.
On the train. View from the window on the way to the cottage: https://youtube.com/shorts/GFRL4n0p_Kw
Outside the window, as if painted by an invisible artist's brush, picturesque scenes of fields, meadows, and dense forests flashed by, and in a minute were already behind them and out of reach. The clatter of the wheels drowned out the hustle and bustle of the city. Somewhere ahead of the car, the rich aroma of flowers rushed in through the open window, filling the car and creating a symphony of scents. The exciting wind caressed his cheeks and ruffled his hair, as if inviting him to go outside and feel this vibrant, thrilling world by touching it. Deniska gazed into the distance at the horizon. The sky was open, like an endless canvas for a master ready to apply his magical brushstrokes. He felt like a tiny dot in the blue infinity of the sky. Time passed unnoticed. They had been driving for about forty minutes. When they got out on the station platform, there was no one around. There were people on the opposite platform towards the city, but not many. They walked out onto the road. Vera pointed to the side.
-Look, it's like a big meadow. There's forest all around. The railroad tracks run through here. Closer to the station, over there, are the new summer cottages. They're close to the forest. There used to be houses in the village there. Now the village starts over there, and that's where we're going. There's a small grocery store there. Our house is almost at the end of the village. But we're closest to the forest. It's always quiet there, and the birds sing. Summer residents don't come here. It's too far for them. They have their barbecues in the forest closer to them.
-Yes, it's nice here. The air is filled with the rich aroma of herbs. I haven't smelled anything like this in a long time. It's the smell of childhood.
They were overtaken by a horse and cart. The driver was a sturdy man with a gray beard.
-Good day, good people. Where are you headed? If you're going to the village, I can give you a ride.
Vera, Ira, and Deniska greeted him.
-We have bags. If you could give us a ride, we would be very grateful.
-Why not? Giddyup. Throw them on.
They put their bags on the cart and walked alongside it.
-Where are you going?
-We're going to Polina Matveyevna's house." We want to live there for the summer.
-Oh, so you're her granddaughter, Verochka? Well, I'm Kuzma, or just Kuzmich.
-It turns out that's right.
-Oh, she was a good woman, may she rest in peace. I was taking my better half to the train. She went to the city. She took our village gifts to her grandchildren.
On the way, they learned a lot of useful information: the opening hours of the village shop, when bread is delivered, that they can buy eggs, milk, and vegetables there. Their house is the fourth one from the forest
down the street. And theirs is the second one. There is no market here. Occasionally, locals lay out homemade products and preserves near the station for buyers from the dachas. Otherwise, everyone goes to the city. When they arrived, Kuzmich helped open the gate.
-You can contact me or my wife with any questions. I'll advise and help as best I can.
-Thank you.
They carried their things through the gate. "Here we are. We made it," thought Deniska.
To be continued.