COMPLETELY DIFFERENT part 1

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A young, bald man lay in a hospital bed by the window. His name was Piotr and he had undergone chemotherapy. At one hundred and eighty-three centimeters, he could be considered tall. He had blue eyes and a small, almost invisible scar on his left cheek, roughly level with his mouth. He had been waiting unsuccessfully for a bone marrow donor for over two months. It was his last resort, and he knew it.

He read the book, but he couldn't focus on the content. He thought about his daily visitor, who was about to visit him, and about what was inevitably fast approaching. He was very happy about the announced visit, but the prospects he faced due to his illness terrified him. He tried to hide it from those around him, not wanting to worry his loved ones.

At precisely 5:00 PM, the person he had been waiting for appeared at the door of their small hospital room, which barely fit two beds. A girl named Aga was a dazzlingly beautiful, long-haired blonde. Of average height, she had cat-like green eyes, a nice, large bust, and regular, classic facial features. It was a hot summer, so her skimpy outfit wasn't surprising – a short skirt and a tank top revealing a flat stomach. With a broad smile, which always disarmed Piotr and lifted his spirits, she approached him and kissed him on the lips. She shook hands with Kamil, who was lying in the next bed, and sat down between the boys' beds. Piotrek's friend had also undergone chemotherapy, which is why he had no hair.

"Hi, Piotruś! How are you? How are you doing?

" "Same as hell. I get bored when you're not here," he smiled at her as sweetly as he could. If she hadn't seen his sad eyes and hadn't known him for years, she would have been fooled into thinking everything was fine.

"What did you do today?

" "I had a whole lot of fun. I read a book and talked to Kamil. Do you know that my new friend is almost as interesting a conversationalist as I am?

" "I have no doubt about it," she smiled sweetly at Kamil. "I imagine you're missing some female company here. You'd probably like me to come earlier and stay longer, but visits are only from 5 to 6 p.m. And then you have the young nurses here..." she winked knowingly.

"You know that no one can compare to you." Piotr placed his hand on the girl's bare knee. "And how was your day?

" "I slept until ten," she covered the boy's hand with hers, "and then I went shopping. I bought myself a blouse, and you that book you asked for and batteries for your Walkman. I rented you two movies—a comedy and a thriller—so you wouldn't be bored tonight." So I bought juice and some bananas.

She unpacked everything from the bag and placed it on the bedside table.

"Thank you, honey. You're the best. What would we do without you? You'll get a kiss for this." Piotr sat down in bed, hugged her, and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

*****

After Aga left, Kamil didn't hide the fact that he was very attracted to her.

"Man, you have a great girlfriend... I'm so jealous! Not only is she incredibly pretty and cheerful, but she's also very nice. She'd never seen me before, and she acted like we'd known each other for ages. Not like most guests who turn their backs on me during a visit and act like I wasn't there.

" "She's not my girlfriend. Although I really wish she were.

" "What are you talking about? She kissed you on the lips, you put your hand on her knee, she cuddled up to you?

" "It's just like that, in a friendly way. She's my best friend.

" "A friend? And why don't I have friends like that? You're lying to me!"

"I'm not lying. She's married, and I'm not her husband.

" "Married? Where was her wedding ring? There's a spark between you two! I could have sworn you were a couple. I saw the way you looked at each other. Admit it. Do you love her?

" "You know, I care about her a lot... I just don't know if Aga reciprocates my feelings...

" "I know she does! I just looked at her and knew that girl was in love with you and would do anything for you. If she's married, I'm telling you – if you get involved with her, I'm almost certain she'll divorce her husband and marry you for you.

" "Is that what you think? Maybe you're right. But that doesn't make sense anymore. I told you what chances the doctors are giving me...

" "Fuck the doctors! I don't trust these quacks. I was supposed to die last year, and what? I'm alive and feeling pretty good. If it weren't for that bald head, I'd look the picture of health," he laughed. My advice to you is: get to work, and the girl will be yours!

- Did you know that I was Aga's boyfriend once? It's a shame it was only for one night, and only as a replacement. And I'm sorry it ended so badly. I got punched in the face by her boyfriend.

- Tell me about it.

*****

I was in my third year of high school at the time, and Agnieszka was in her fourth. I'd known her for a few months, and we were already good friends. It so happened that a week before the prom, her boyfriend came down with chickenpox, and she had no one to go to the prom with. Aga didn't even visit him because she'd already had chickenpox, so now she could have caught shingles from him, which is caused by the same virus, which is a much more dangerous and painful disease. Wojtek was terribly offended by this, and they had such a heated argument on the phone that after the conversation, Aga came to me, very upset, to vent. She said that if she didn't apologize, she'd break up with him, especially since he'd recently gotten into trouble with her. She screamed,

"I didn't realize Wojtek was such a cheapskate and selfish person!" Remember, I told you how much of a row he caused me when I donated two hundred złoty to the Great Orchestra of Christmas Charity in January. He screamed like crazy. He yelled, "You didn't want to contribute to my new motorcycle, and you gave all the money you got for Christmas to the Orchestra!" I don't give a damn about his motorcycle! He drives like a maniac, and I'm afraid to ride with him. And anyway, it's entirely my business what I spend my money on! I'd rather give it to sick kids than to that damn motorcycle—he'll kill himself on it, the fucking lunatic! And now he's giving me a hard time about me going to that poor, sick old lady's house three times a week to take care of her, and that's why we only see each other for an hour or two on those days. After all, the woman has no one, she's infirm, and she really needs help. Can't he understand that?

I comforted her as best I could, attacking Wojtek as much as I could in the process. I hoped she'd dump him. She called him an idiot and selfish:

"I'll break up with that bastard! A fucking selfish bastard! For heaven's sake, I'll break up with him!"

And then she asked me if I'd go to the prom with her.

"I'd love to," I replied, delighted.

"I knew you'd say yes! You're my best friend." With that, she kissed me on the cheek.

At prom, I had the time of my life. Aga certainly did too – I could see it in her eyes and in her sincere, wide smile. I treated her like a lady, like a princess. I was a gentleman through and through – I waited on her at the table, pulled out and pulled out her chair, danced with her every song, except when she needed a breath. At the table, I soared to the heights of my intellectual abilities – without false modesty, I was the life of the party, entertaining everyone with jokes and witty remarks. I remembered everything I'd learned during my two years in the dance club, and according to Aga's friends, I was amazing on the dance floor, both at fast-paced rock 'n' roll and at more classic numbers. After a daring tango, during which Aga and I had such a blast that it was said that several times my partner was wearing a white thong, the girls themselves asked me to dance whenever Agnieszka was in the bathroom or had no energy for the contortions and needed a break.

I accidentally overheard Aga's friends talking about how great I was, much better than Wojtek – handsome, witty, and above all, a great dancer. One of them, Kinga, even added,

"If Aga doesn't want him, I'll take him. The guy's amazing!"

Then, as I was dancing with her to some slow tune, she suddenly asked,

"I suppose you'd like to hit on Aga?"

"I don't know, maybe? But she has a boyfriend..." I replied evasively.

"Well, she has that stupid Wojtek. Man, you're a cut above him in every way!" But it'll be hard for you to pick her up, because when I talked to Aga about you, she said you were a nice guy, but too bratty for her, because she liked guys two or three years older than her, like Wojtek. "If he were even a year older than me, it would be different, but a young guy like that, a year younger, he's not for me," she told me. But don't worry, Aga. I'm willing to take her place. I'm single! And I don't mind that you're younger...

I was a little put off by what I heard. But I kept my cool. I looked at Kinga, who was a shapely, long-haired brunette looking exceptionally tempting in her low-cut dress, but I didn't say anything. I just thought to myself, "I wonder if tomorrow, when you're sober, you'll be just as eager for me?"

And Aga? In a light yellow, very short dress with a deep V-neck that practically spilled out her large, round breasts, she looked gorgeous and incredibly sexy. She was having a wonderful time and laughing loudly every now and then, infecting everyone around her. She'd had more to drink than I had and was as relaxed as ever. She danced sensually and gracefully, as if dancing was in her blood. When slow, atmospheric tunes were played, she'd hug me tightly, and then I couldn't contain my erection—I was ashamed, but the call of masculinity was stronger than me. I don't know if Agnieszka noticed—she probably did, but she didn't say a word. A few times, she even slid her hands down to her delicious, round ass and gazed into my eyes, as if wanting me to kiss her. I didn't dare do it in the gym, but when I walked her home in the early morning, Aga kissed me goodbye on the lips first in the stairwell, and then we kissed passionately for a while.

My bubbly mood was ruined the next day at noon by Wojtek. I was home alone and had just gotten up, having slept off the prom frenzy, when someone rang the doorbell. As soon as I opened the door, Wojtek—he was the one who rang the bell, as it turned out—grabbed me by the collar and pushed me inside.

"What was all that about hitting on my little lady, you prick?!" he shouted, furious as a hornet and red-faced. "Haven't you been punched in the face in a while?

" "What's your point? I don't know what you're talking about...

" "You don't know? I'll refresh your memory, you punk! First you grabbed my girlfriend's ass at the prom! And then you kissed her on the staircase! Now you know what I mean, you jerk!"

Before I could respond, I was punched hard in the nose. I immediately started bleeding. I jumped back, and Wojtek charged at me like an angry bull. He was a little shorter than me, but over twenty kilograms heavier. He'd been training at the gym for years, supplementing himself with steroids, so I was absolutely no match for him in terms of strength, which, of course, didn't mean I wouldn't take on this oversized muscleman. I was faster than him, and I saw that as my chance.

Wojtek landed a jab right. I ducked, and before he knew it, he'd taken two shots to the jaw. Blood was pouring from my nose and my eyes were watering. It was normal after a punch to the nose. In the heat of the moment, I paid no attention. The guy cornered me in the hallway. Before he could hit me, I kicked him in the groin. He doubled over in pain. Then I hit him hard in the temple. He recovered very quickly. He had a hard head, the bastard! He attacked me furiously. I was hit in the face three times. However, Wojtek's next blow sent me diving under his hand.

I found myself behind him. I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other closed the hold, grabbing my right hand. I started to choke the bastard. His face turned red from lack of air. But he didn't give up. He grabbed my arms. He yanked hard. He broke my hold. Then he elbowed me in the back. I was hit in the stomach and jumped back, hissing in pain. He turned and jumped at me. He grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me. I headbutted him. I had mastered that blow. If it weren't for his hard, damned head, he would have slid to the floor like nothing. But Wojtek just winced in pain. He tripped me and threw me to the floor.

He jumped on me and pinned me with his 100-kilo frame. I was finished. I couldn't break free. He sat on my chest. He pinned my hands to the floor with his knees and beat me as hard as he wanted. He struck me with powerful jabs. Right, left, right, left, right, left. He blackened one eye, then the other. The next blow knocked out my tooth. Luckily, not from the front, but a five-pointer. When my face was a bloody mask, the psychopath regained his composure. He got off me, stood up, and shouted,

"That was your first warning! There won't be a second! If you try to touch my girl again, I'll kill you!"

Two hours later, Aga came to me. She was terrified beyond belief when she saw my battered face and, standing in the doorway, asked with concern on her face,

"What happened to you?

" "Nothing." I wasn't about to complain to her. I handle my own affairs and don't need protection.

"I can see it! Someone beat you up! Who did it?!

No one. I tripped on the stairs.

"You know what? I know who did it! And I won't let him get away with it!" she ran out, slamming the door.

That evening, she called me and apologized for her boyfriend.

"I don't know what possessed him! He's never been like this. Someone must have given him a good talking to and added a lot of their own to get him so angry," she explained.

"I don't care. I don't want to know that lunatic," I replied, trying to remain calm.

"After I raged at him and threatened to break up with him because he was unpredictable and mentally unstable, he came to me with flowers. He was on his knees, apologizing for his behavior with tears in his eyes," she recounted, ignoring what I'd just said. "He touched me with that look of a beaten dog. I said I'd forgive him as long as he apologized. He said he'd come over tomorrow to apologize.

" "I don't want to see that lunatic!" I roared, furious. "I don't give a damn about him! Do you understand? If he comes to me again, I'll call the police!" I shouted, and hung up.

What hurt me more than the punch in the face was that she hadn't broken up with Wojtek. I secretly hoped she would. Then I'd have a good chance of taking his place. But all it took was for her beloved Wojtek to show up with flowers and pretend to be sorry, and Aga forgave him! I couldn't understand what she saw in him. Did she really like muscular guys with the intelligence of Forrest Gump?

*****

Kamil was enchanted by Agnieszka's beauty and intrigued by everything about her. Finally, he gathered the courage to ask what interested him most.

"Did you sleep with her?" Kamil looked at Piotr, unsure of his reaction.

"No, at least once, I almost did." His voice was calm, and he wasn't surprised by his friend's prying. "Actually, twice.

I spent New Year's Eve 1995 at a party with a married couple I knew, Beata and Kamil. I was a first-year student at the time. I actually only went there because Aga was also coming with her boyfriend, Wojtek, whom I've already told you about. Even though he beat me up, I wasn't afraid of him, and he—no doubt under Agnieszka's influence—tolerated me too. Besides, I didn't care much about his attitude towards me.

The party was great: everyone drank heavily and danced a lot. I also didn't skimp on the dancing, but I drank every other round because I wanted to be relatively sober. I kept hoping that something would happen that would change my relationship with Aga for the better. I thought to myself, "Maybe her Wojtek will get so drunk that he'll start acting up, puking on the floor, trashing the apartment, calling Agnieszka names and beating her up, or something like that, and then she'll realize she'd be better off with me. But I can't get drunk to convince her of that."

The party was in Poznań, but luckily we didn't have to go home until the early morning hours. The host had given us a room where we could sleep. There were two couches: one for Aga and Wojtek, and the other for me. Wojtek, as I suspected, had been drinking heavily, but he wasn't acting up. He collapsed at 3 a.m., and we carried him unconscious to the couch. The party ended two hours later. I quickly washed up and went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. Agnieszka chatted with Beata in the kitchen for a long time, then went to the bathroom. She was quite drunk, but somehow managed to stay on her feet. When she finally came into the room, she was dressed only in a robe borrowed from the landlady – she had a blouse, pants, and underwear in her hand. I pretended to be asleep, but I observed everything carefully through half-closed eyes. A street lamp was shining outside, and the room was relatively bright.

Aga took off her robe and threw it on the chairs. She stood completely naked between the couches, facing the window. In the dim, silvery lamplight, she looked incredibly sexy, with her hair loose and her large breasts exposed. I felt my penis grow rapidly. I expected her to lie down next to Wojtek, who was snoring loudly. Instead, she pulled back the covers and slid into me. She pressed her incredible naked body against me and began kissing me passionately! I didn't know what was going on or why she had changed, but I eagerly returned her caresses. She lay on top of me, and I stroked the silky skin of her thighs, back, and round ass. My penis was hard as hell!

She slid along me until her breasts were level with my mouth. I took this as an invitation to caress her delicious curves, so I quickly latched onto one of her magnificent breasts. I sucked and licked it while simultaneously caressing, massaging, and kneading the other breast. Aga purred softly, delightfully, like a contented kitten, and I saw an expression of undisguised pleasure on her face. Then she climbed off me and placed her hand on my jewels.

"What are you doing, sleeping in your underwear?" she whispered seductively.

She pulled down my panties, and I eagerly helped her, lifting my hips. She grabbed my fully erect penis and said, surprised,

"Oh! Wojtek, what happened? How big it is today!"

That's when I realized my beloved girlfriend was so drunk she mistook me for her boyfriend. I'd always been nice to her, but I was so aroused by her heavenly body that I didn't want to disabuse her of her mistake.

She masturbated my cock for a moment, and then... Oh my goodness! She leaned over him, brushed back her long, beautiful hair, and... She took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it slowly and sweetly at first, then started sucking me harder and harder. I was almost ejaculating when she suddenly stopped. She took my cock out of her mouth, lay on her back next to me, and said,

"Sorry, Wojtek. I don't have the strength anymore. I drank too much."

She snuggled up against me and lay still. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I kissed her tenderly and gently stroked her breasts, belly, and pubic mound. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, then I inserted a finger into her slit. She was warm and moist. I slowly caressed her hole while kissing her beautiful breasts. I stopped when I noticed she had fallen asleep. On the couch next to me, Wojtek was snoring soundly. I thought I was going to go crazy!

She must have been drunker than I thought, since she mistook me for her boyfriend. If I'd wanted to, I could have fucked her then, and if I'd gone about it slowly and gently, she might have even woken up only when I was inside her. But I would never have done such a dirty deed to my dearest Agnieszka. I wanted it. I wanted it like hell! But I couldn't be such a bastard and sleep with a girl against her will! After all, if she were more sober, she wouldn't have wanted to sleep with me. If she were less drunk, so drunk she knew what she was doing, then yes, I would have been very happy to. But if I had taken advantage of her now, I would never have forgiven myself, and I probably couldn't look myself in the mirror out of shame. Especially since, from what she said, she was still a virgin and wanted to do it for the first time somewhere romantic with someone she loved.

I thought my heart would burst as she lay there, arm's length away, exposed, naked, unearthly beautiful, and devilishly sexy, and I couldn't have her because she preferred that damn Wojtek. What did she see in him? What made him better than me? To me, he was just a hunky idiot who'd gotten a girl far better than he deserved.

I got up, took her in my arms, and then, for some reason, I thought to myself how wonderful it would be to lift her just like that someday and carry her over the threshold of the wedding hall. I laid her next to Wojtek and covered her with the duvet.

I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and when I woke up, everyone was still asleep, even though it was already one in the afternoon. Aga was lying uncovered on her side, facing me. I gazed at her naked, tempting body in the sunlight: her beautiful face, full, firm breasts, flat stomach, nicely shaved pubic mound, and shapely legs. I immediately got an erection and thought about how close I'd come to making love to her that night. I knew my decision was the right one. However, I regretted the missed opportunity. After a moment, Agnieszka rolled onto her stomach and covered herself with the blanket.

When she got up, she acted as if absolutely nothing had happened between us that night. I guess she truly didn't remember what she'd done in bed with me, because knowing her, she'd surely want to talk about it sooner or later. After all, she always talked to me about all her joys, sorrows, problems, and pains. I was Aga's confidante, not that boyfriend of hers. He was too stupid and too insensitive for that.

*****

"Listen, Piotr," Kamil returned to the subject of Aga the very next day. "You told me about the time you went to the prom with Aga and how you almost slept with her, but you didn't tell me how it all started. How did you two meet?"

In the hospital, there was practically no entertainment besides a television, VCR, and radio, so the boys spent most of their time talking, sharing stories from their lives. They bonded from the start, and the fact that they suffered from the same, very difficult-to-treat disease further strengthened their bond. They had an unwritten and unspoken agreement to answer all questions and speak honestly, without mincing words.

"We met because I really wanted to meet her.

During the summer between my second and third year of high school, I moved with my parents from Poznań to Szamotuły. My father, a mechanical engineer, got an attractive job at a local oil mill and a three-room apartment for the company. My mother was a nurse and hadn't had a job in her field for six months, so she was also very happy when she got a position in the neonatal ward. In the hospital where we are currently staying." I was also happy about the move – after being dumped by a brunette girl named Milena, with whom I'd been dating for eight months and partnered in the dance club, I'd had enough of both Poznań and brunettes.

I liked Aga from the very first day at my new school. You saw how beautiful she was. I was most captivated by her smile: wide, sincere, and trusting, almost childlike, yet incredibly sexy. She was so cheerful, and her spirit was contagious to everyone around her. When she smiled, those incredibly white teeth flashed, and her loud laugh disarmed literally everyone. A long-haired blond angel with a childlike smile – that's what I thought when I first saw her in the school hallway.

Instead of the bald head I have now, I had short, black hair back then. I was slim, though not as skinny as I am now, athletic, and apparently quite handsome, so I guess girls liked me, but I was never good at picking up girls. That's just how I am – insecure and shy around women I'm genuinely attracted to.

That memorable day, when I was sitting with a friend in the school hallway and suddenly saw a gorgeous blonde with loose hair, I was simply transfixed. I stared at her like a fervent believer in a miraculous painting until she disappeared around the corner.

"Hey, Piotr, what happened to you?" Kuba, my classmate, nudged me.

"Did you see that miracle of nature?" I replied excitedly. "Who is that chick?

" "She's amazing, right?"

"Without a doubt. Absolutely. Do you know her?

" "It's Aga Gwarczak from the 4th grade. Forget it. Impossible.

" "We'll see." I remember being in a combative mood, and for a moment I forgot about my shyness. "Does she have a boyfriend?"

"Sure. What did you think, a girl like that would be single?"

- Well, that complicates matters... - I was devastated by what I heard, although - as my friend said - it was to be expected.

"I wish you luck, but I doubt you'll manage to snag her. More than one has tried and failed. Not only is she already taken, but she's a year older than us. She'll think you're a brat and won't even look at a younger kid."

Two weeks later, I signed up for a two-day hiking trip – purely because I spotted her name on the participant list. We set off from Wronki to Szczepanków, where we slept at the elementary school, and the next day we reached the finish line in Szamotuły. I remember her sitting by a campfire with two friends, playing some sad tune on the guitar and singing so softly that I couldn't understand a word. In the flickering light, she looked so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off her. Throughout the entire trip, I tried to stay as close to Aga as possible to get to know her, but I wasn't brave enough to approach her and strike up a conversation.

It wasn't until the finish line of the rally in the park in Szamotuły that the opportunity arose for me to meet this beautiful girl. I seized it. I noticed Aga leaving the park with Darek, my classmate. I was surprised that Darek, a short, plump guy with an unassuming appearance, knew such a nice girl. Only later did I learn that they had been on the Student Council together last year. Overcoming my intimidation, I approached them and said,

"Hi."

"Hi," Darek said, offering me his hand, then acting as if he had read my mind.

"Meet each other. This is Piotr, my classmate, and this is Aga.

" "Nice to meet you." Agnieszka extended her hand and smiled as sweetly as only she could.

"Me too," I replied, my voice breaking slightly, squeezing her hand.

It turned out we were going the same way, as we all lived in the Sports Estate. I was just wondering how to start a conversation with Aga when she surprised me with a question.

"Do you like watching cartoons?

" "Some are nice, especially the funny ones," I replied diplomatically.

"I love Bunny Bags. The best part is when he says with such a great accent, 'How are you, Doc?'"

​​Aga said she's watching a ton of cartoons now because her sister has a little son. So we talked about various cartoons, from Lucky Luck to Road Runner, and after a few minutes we reached the housing estate. Besides, no matter what we talked about, I would have been in seventh heaven. We said goodbye in front of her building, which was opposite mine. I couldn't believe I'd never seen her in the housing estate before. I was bursting with joy. I'd met the girl I'd dreamed of since my first days at school.

On Monday morning, from half past seven, I was sitting in the kitchen by the window, ready to leave. I kept a watchful eye on the door to the staircase where Aga lived, and when she came out at ten to eight, I ran out of the building and caught up with her. I was so excited that I forgot my shyness.

"Hi," I greeted her cheerfully.

"Oh, hi!" she was genuinely happy to see me. "It's you, the Lucky Luck fan!

" "Hello, hello, the Baks Bunny fan."

We joked all the way to school, and Aga kept laughing at my jokes and witty remarks. From that day on, we walked to school together almost every day and often walked home together. Upon getting to know Aga better, she turned out to be a charming, cheerful, and intelligent girl, far from the stereotype of the pretty but dumb blonde.

We became increasingly close friends, but unfortunately, I didn't dare take our friendship even a step further. Not only was I incredibly shy, but I also saw Aga going out with her boyfriend, Wojtek, practically every day from my bedroom window, which depressing me even more. Yes, they were already a couple back then. I had a crush on her, and my heart ached whenever I saw Aga kissing Wojtek on a bench outside my apartment building.

That's when I started writing stories. Just for the drawer, for my own pleasure, and to get my thoughts down on paper. It was a kind of therapy, a catharsis. Most of them were about love, the hero, of course, being me, and I always ended up winning the love of a beautiful blonde woman who looked remarkably like Aga. Later, I wrote better and more ambitious things; I even managed to scrape together two novels during one boring summer vacation – a crime novel and a fantasy one.

But getting back to the point… What she once said to me on the way to school completely devastated me and discouraged me from pursuing girls:

"Do you know why I liked you so much?" Aga asked.

"No, tell me?

" "Because you're so honest and natural." And you never tried to hit on me. You have no idea how many different guys tried to trick me. They came up with such outlandish things, clowned around and showed off so much that I was utterly fed up with them all. Each one talked about how wonderfully connected he was with important people, how athletic, smart, and rich he was, and what exotic places he'd visited! One said he was a Polish junior boxing champion, another in karate, and a third in the 100-meter dash. This one had been to New York and Mexico, and that one to Tokyo and Buenos Aires. One of them told me his father owned a furniture factory, and another that his father had bought a dozen gas stations. Of course, it was all lies, made up nonsense.

Oh, Aga, Aga... – I thought to myself then – you're saying I've never tried to hit on you? If only you knew... I've wanted to do it from the first moment I saw you, but you're so intimidating, and I'm such a hopeless, insecure guy that I simply don't have the courage and don't know how to go about it!

*****

- Piotr, how long have you known Agnieszka? - the next day Kamil began his favorite topic.

- Less than five years.

- But you're not going to tell me that during all this time you haven't had a single girlfriend and have only been pining for Aga, unable to pick her up? - he winked at Piotr.

- No, no. Since I met Agnieszka, I've had two girlfriends, but I can't say I loved them.

I met Dorota about two months before my final exams. Completely by accident. At a pub, my friends and I sat down with some girls who were having a beer with my cousin at the next table. She was a year younger than me, with dark, curly hair that fell to her shoulders, small breasts, and a shapely, rounded butt. Her hazel eyes always twinkled with a playful twinkle. Everyone said we were perfect for each other, as she was also tall and slim, with a dark complexion.

I immediately connected with her. We had a good conversation because she had a sense of humor similar to mine. Emboldened by a few beers, I arranged to go to a disco with her, and from then on, we were a couple. I always felt nervous around girls I cared about. With Dorota, it was different. I treated her like a friend, and when I asked if she'd go to a disco with me, I was completely calm, as if I were meeting a friend for a beer. Afterward, I'd hold her hand, hug her, and kiss her, because I knew she expected it, but I'd imagine Agnieszka in her place.

I decided to meet Dorota because I was feeling lonely at the time, even though I had a few good friends with whom I played basketball and wandered around town. But, of course, a girlfriend is different. Aga was a first-year psychology major, lived in Poznań, and only came to Szamotuły on weekends, so I rarely saw her, because even when she was there, she spent more time with Wojtek than with me. Neither I nor her boyfriend felt like meeting up as a threesome. So I thought, maybe in the arms of another girl, I could forget about the one I couldn't have because she preferred another man. I hoped I'd overcome my fear, stop thinking about Aga, and fall in love with this dark-haired girl of mine.

However, I didn't forget about her, even though I desperately wanted to. My thoughts stubbornly circled around Agnieszka, even when I was on a date with Dorota. My head told me to give up on this girl, because since she'd had another boyfriend for so long and wasn't planning on breaking up with him, it was a waste of time. But reason is yours, and your heart—obviously, it's not yours… That's why, after graduating from high school, I enrolled in the same program Aga was studying: psychology, not Polish studies, which interested me more. I simply wanted to be closer to her, to wait for my chance, because maybe someday something would happen…

I was thrilled when, at the end of August, Agnieszka suggested we go camping in Tuczno as a couple – she with Wojtek, and I with Dorota. She said she preferred going with a group of people because it was always more fun than just the two of us. This surprised me, because if she were my girlfriend, I would have preferred to go with just her, but of course I confirmed that we'd be happy to go with them.

The lake in Tuczno was fantastic – beautifully situated amidst forests, with very clear water, and because it was the end of summer, few people, which suited me perfectly. We were the only ones camped in a meadow about twenty meters from the lake and the wild beach. The others had pitched tents on the main beach, which had a jetty, a mini-bar, and an ice cream stand. We felt as if it were just the four of us.

The atmosphere was very cheerful and relaxed. Wojtek and I tried to forget about our fight and stayed out of each other's way. And above all, I was very close to Agnieszka again. We could talk, sunbathe, and swim all day long, and in the evenings, we'd make a bonfire and roast sausages, washing them down with copious amounts of beer.

Aga looked stunning in a very skimpy bikini that revealed more than it concealed. Dorota, by the way, was also in good shape – she was taller than Agnieszka, slimmer, and truly shapely. After just a few days, to our great surprise, the girls dared to sunbathe topless. I discreetly observed Aga's large, rounded breasts from behind heavily tinted glasses, then Dorota's smaller but very shapely tits. I'm sure Wojtek did the same. However, all our attempts to hide our lustful glances were for naught, as our pert penises gave us away. The girls certainly noticed but didn't say anything – I think they were flattered that they were so arousing, as they smiled subtly, almost imperceptibly, at each other and occasionally glanced at our underwear.

How much I would give to be able to kiss and caress Agnieszka's breasts, which were literally within my reach, yet I couldn't touch them. I didn't dream of Dorota's balloons, because I touched them every night, even though I hadn't slept with her yet. My little brunette was very eager to be petted, and it seemed to me that the moment was fast approaching when she would want to give herself to me completely. Too bad it was her, and not Aga...

That evening, we drank heavily by the fire. It was late at night, and the moon, almost full, was high in the sky when someone—I think it was Dorota—suggested the idea of ​​skinny dipping in the lake. Without a second thought, we stripped off all our clothes and jumped into the water, as nature had intended. We swam for about fifteen minutes, splashing and fooling around. Then, when we got to the shore and started drying ourselves off, I looked at Agnieszka's completely exposed, sexy body, quite visible in the moonlight, and... As you can imagine, I immediately had an erection. I glanced at Wojtek – he had the same reaction, a natural one, I guess, under the circumstances.

“Piotr, what made you get so hard all of a sudden? Do you like me?” Dorota commented playfully on my erection, and a second later I felt her hand on my penis, followed by a rather firm tug.

“What are you doing to my friend? Are you trying to rip him off?” Aga playfully jumped to my aid, grabbing Dorota’s breasts from behind and pulling them away from my penis.

“And what are you doing to my girlfriend? Leave her tits alone!” Now I was the one taking the opportunity to touch the girl’s naked body. I stood so close behind Aga that my erect member touched her ass, grabbed her firm breasts, and pulled her back, pretending to pull her away from Dorota.

Dorota, taking advantage of the opportunity, freed her balloons from her friend’s hands and turned to face her.

“You wanted to kill me!” she shouted at her, feigning anger. "Now you'll regret it." With that, she started tickling Aga under the armpits, and she fought back, giggling like crazy. I kept holding her breasts, pretending to pull the girl away from Dorota.

"Oh no!" Wojtek joined in. "You attacked my girl, and now you're screwed!" He grabbed Dorota by the hips, pulled her back, and threw her onto the grass. Then he jumped on top of her.

Aga pulled my hands away from her breasts, turned to me, grabbed my testicles tightly, and said,

"What kind of groping is this, buddy?

" "What kind of grabbing is this, buddy?" I replied, grabbing her breasts again.

"Let go, or I'll crush them!" She smiled at me, squeezing harder, and with her other hand, grabbed my penis.

"You better be careful I don't crush your pussy," I replied cheerfully, placing my hand on her pubic mound.

I glanced at Wojtek and Dorota. Just as I thought, they were groping each other, rolling around in the grass, pretending to fight. I couldn't blame Dorota for that, because I'd been doing the same thing to Aga.

When I woke up in the morning, Dorota was still asleep. I got out of the tent and stretched.

"Hi, Aga!" I greeted the girl sunbathing on a lounger in front of her tent.

"Hi! I hope I didn't damage anything yesterday?" she laughed mischievously.

"Luckily not. Where's Wojtek?

" "I sent him into town to the store for bread. Is Dorota still asleep?

" "Yes. Shall we swim?

" "Why not?"

We jumped into the lake and swam for a bit. When we got to the shore, it suddenly got cold as the sun had set behind the clouds and a cool breeze was blowing. We sat down on the loungers.

"I'm cold in this wet outfit," Aga grimaced. "I need to change."

She stood up, picking up her T-shirt and shorts from the ground.

"You know what," she smiled sweetly and disarmingly. "I don't want to go to the tent." She looked around, but there was no one in sight. "I'll change here. We're not fooling around; you've already seen me naked."

To my surprise, she took off her bra, then her panties, and stood naked, maybe a meter in front of me! She smiled, seeing the stunning impression she made on me, then reached for her T-shirt. She put it on without rushing, then pulled on her shorts. I was literally speechless. Aga sat down, crossed her legs, and looked at me flirtatiously.

"What about you?" she broke the silence. "Are you going to sit in your wet underwear?

" "You know, I have shorts to change into in the tent."

"Stand up for a moment, Piotruś..."

I did as she asked, though I didn't know what she meant. Aga leaned toward me, grabbed the hems of my briefs, and with a decisive, forceful movement, pushed them down my thighs. I stood before her, completely surprised, my bird sticking out like a flagpole. The girl examined my penis for a moment, then grabbed it by the glans and said with a mischievous glint in her eye,

"Sorry for the trick, but you've seen me naked in daylight, and I haven't seen you! You're not angry?

" "No." I couldn't stay angry with her, even though I felt awkward in the situation.

"You have a nice penis," she said with an innocent smile, praising my penis. "I've always liked big cocks like that. It's a shame Wojtek has a much smaller one."

At that moment, we heard the sound of a zipper unzipping—Dorota was leaving the tent. I quickly pulled up my underwear and sat down on the lounger as if nothing had happened.

Then Wojtek returned, and unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to talk to Aga alone for the rest of the day. I often caught her looking at me, and when our eyes met, she smiled in a different way than usual. I was secretly happy because I thought Agnieszka was crazy about me and that's why she was teasing me. I had a feeling I had a chance. I could see she was more sympathetic than ever, so I wanted to tell her how much I cared about her and ask if I had any chance with her. Eventually, she had to fight with that stupid Wojtek, and then who would take his place if not me?

That evening, the conversation around the campfire didn't flow, because Dorota and Wojtek were strangely uncommunicative. Maybe they noticed something had changed between Agnieszka and me? We drank a few beers, and then Dorota practically dragged me into the tent.

I'd barely zipped up the zipper behind me when she was already hugging me and kissing me. I returned her passionate kisses, running my fingers through her thick, black hair. She took off her shirt, which she wasn't wearing a bra under. She sat on my lap, and then I began kissing and fondling her small, firm breasts. I closed my eyes and imagined sucking Agnieszka's breasts.

Dorota removed my shirt and kissed me passionately on the lips. Then she pushed me onto the mattress and pulled off my sweatpants and underwear. She also stripped naked. She grabbed my penis and began vigorously stroking it. Once it was large and hard, she put it in her mouth. She sucked passionately and sensitively, lying next to me with her legs toward my head. After a moment, she changed positions. She sat on my chest, her back to me, and then leaned forward, sticking out her sexy ass and shaved vagina. She caressed my penis with her tongue again, and I complied, licking my moist slit. The tent was stuffy and hot. I was drenched in sweat. I closed my eyes again and in my mind's eye I could see Aga's shell. When I was close to orgasm, Dorota must have sensed it, because she stopped her oral caresses and climbed off me. Apparently, she didn't want me to finish too quickly. She turned to face me, crouched over my member, and lowered herself onto it, clearly wanting to mount me cowgirl. Small beads of sweat slowly trickled down between her breasts, reaching her belly. I rolled onto my side, thwarting her plans.

"What are you talking about?" she whispered, surprised. "You don't want to have sex with me?"

"I do, but I'm afraid you'll get pregnant," I tried to find a way out of the situation. "You said yourself you're not taking the pill. You have your high school diploma next year; if you had a child now, it would ruin all your plans.

" "Don't worry about me so much!" she shouted. "I'm on my infertile days right now, if you're interested!

" "I'm so afraid you could get pregnant. The calendar method, of course..."

"Shut up!" she screamed at me. "Shut up, damn it! Don't talk to me at all!"

She slid into her sleeping bag and, facing the tent wall, sobbed quietly. I wanted to comfort her, so I lay down next to her and hugged Dorota. She slapped my hand away. After a moment, I tried to hug her again, but she pushed me away and screamed with fury in her voice,

"Leave me alone, you jerk! Don't ever touch me again! Do you understand, fuck?! Never!"

I couldn't sleep for long periods of the night, thinking about the whole situation. Of course, Dorota was a very pretty girl, and if I hadn't been crazy about Aga, I would have slept with her without thinking about the consequences. But the thing was, Agnieszka was the only girl I cared about, and on top of that, she was the one provoking me to have sex, or at least that's how I perceived her behavior. I was a virgin, and it was with her, not Dorota, that I wanted to experience that first time, no matter how long I had to wait. Secondly, I was truly afraid that Dorota would catch me pregnant and I would have to be with her for the sake of the child, and then I could forget about Agnieszka forever. Added to this was the fear of ridicule, because, as I said, I'd never slept with a woman before, and Dorota, judging by the skill with which she—despite being only eighteen—played with me in French, already had considerable experience in such matters. I couldn't bear it if something went wrong, and Dorota talked it over, and I became a laughingstock.

Finally, sleep overtook me in the early morning. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. I was alone in the tent. It turned out that Dorota had gone home early that morning. She didn't want to know me and never spoke to me again. A woman scorned will never forgive you.

Aga, Wojtek, and I left the same day. It was Wojtek's idea; he decided he was bored with camping and that things had somehow turned sour, and Agnieszka, as usual, listened. Wojtek didn't leave her side, so I didn't have a chance to talk to her in private.

The day after my return, I called Aga, but she wasn't home. It turned out she'd gone with Wojtek to his aunt in the countryside, and when they returned, they immediately set off on a week-long trip to Italy. For the next month, I barely saw her at all, and when I did, it was with her boyfriend. I'm sure Wojtek was organizing his time so she saw me as infrequently as possible. He probably noticed what was brewing between Aga and me at the lake and fought for her, but this time not with his fists, but with his tactics—he wanted to isolate me from her.

His plan worked, because when the academic year began, the summer magic burst like a bubble, and Agnieszka wasn't even half as nice to me as she had been in Tuczno. She no longer looked at me with that mysterious smile. Apparently, everything had returned to normal, and I was once again her best friend, and only hers. That's why I chickened out again and didn't bring myself to have an honest conversation with Aga. You know what, Kamil? It's hard to admit, but I was afraid that if I confessed my love to her, she'd laugh at me and treat me like an idiot, and there's nothing worse than being ridiculed and rejected. Maybe she wouldn't want to see me, even as friends, so I wouldn't bother her with unwanted love, because she didn't love me. And then she'd break my heart. If she felt anything more for me, she would have broken up with Wojtek. Since she didn't want to be my woman, I'd rather have her as a friend than not at all.

It's all my fault. I always made fools of myself and acted like a clown to make her laugh, so if I told her I loved her, she wouldn't believe me. She might not laugh at me, but she definitely wouldn't believe me, she'd just take it as another joke.

"How could you think Aga would laugh at you if you confessed your love to her? It's nonsense!" Kamil asked after patiently listening to his friend's story.

"Why nonsense?

" "She's your best friend, and even if she didn't love you—which I doubt—she wouldn't laugh at you for fear of hurting you. Do you think she'd want to lose a friend? I'm sorry to say so, but you're terribly stupid that way. At most, she'd say something like you're very important to her, but Wojtek is even more important, and that's who she truly loves, but if something changes between them, she'll tell you.

" "I don't know..." Piotr rolled over.

"She loves you.

" "Yes, she does." Piotrek sat down on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. "But not like a woman loves a man. She's told me so many times that she loves me... like a brother...

" "Maybe it was like that before, but it's definitely different now. You must be blind not to see yours! And stop talking nonsense. You know nothing about anything, except women!

" "Leave me alone! Stop it! I can't turn back time and I can't fix this.

" "You can't, but you can tell her everything. When she comes back tomorrow, I'll go to the bathroom, supposedly, and then you can explain everything to her." Kamil was already irritated by his friend's attitude.

"No, I don't want to. Why? Why would she then mourn the death of someone she knows loved her very much, when she can only feel sorrow for losing a friend?

" "What death?! I've told you so many times you'll get over it!

" "I have a feeling you won't..."

"You know what? If you're going to talk such nonsense, it's better not to say anything at all!"

*****

"Admit it, in all these years, since you met Aga, you've probably thought about fucking her hundreds of times?

" "Imagine that! Of course, I'm a normal guy, sex is important to me, and I'd gladly sleep with Agnieszka—I'm not saying I wouldn't. I'd be completely impotent if her body didn't excite me. That's just our male nature. But that wasn't the most important thing to me.

" "What?" Kamil looked at his friend with a glint of interest in his eyes.

"I simply wanted to be very close to her. I know there are many beautiful women in the world, but only she is so close to me. I can't explain it—it's some kind of magic, an obsession, madness! Only she listens to me so attentively, and I feel like she understands perfectly. No one else can empathize with my problems, advise me, comfort me... She knows me so well, and one look is enough for her to know what mood I'm in." When I'm feeling down, all she has to do is say a few words, make a gesture, smile, and everything's fine.

"So you're just a hopeless case," Kamil said with a smile.

"You could say that.

" "Then I wonder why you didn't go all out? You should have taken a risk, put everything on the line, and declared your love for her.

" "You should have... But it's too late for that now..." Piotrek bowed his head.

"It's never too late for love. And anyway, if I were you, I'd get rid of Wojtek.

" "Easy to say. But how?" He unconsciously clutched his pillow.

"I don't know how! I would have pushed him off a cliff, hired Russians with AKs, or pulled some other stunt on him." Kamil laughed.

"You're right," he replied after a moment's thought. "You should have taken a risk. But I was too shy, too stupid, too insecure..."

"Stop with the self-criticism, man!" And idealizing Aga too. Sure, she's a very nice girl, but does she have some flaws?

"Of course," Piotrek replied after a moment. "And who doesn't?

" "Like what?

" "She's too naive and gullible. She's easily manipulated. She trusts people too much and forgives those who hurt her too quickly. How many times has Wojtek gotten on her nerves so badly that they were about to break up, but when he shows up with flowers and makes a tearful face, she immediately throws herself at him. She's indecisive and can't really choose – she's always preferred Wojtek, but on the other hand, she's never really pushed me away, she's only given me hope, and sometimes she's even flirted with me and hit on me.

" "But she didn't tell you you had a chance with her!" Kamil was clearly surprised. No. But I could see it in her eyes.

"Listen, you once said that you almost slept with Aga twice. When was the second time?" Kamil looked at his friend with interest, smiling shyly.

"Two years ago, during the summer holidays.

Aga was going to the mountains with Wojtek, to Zakopane. She'd already planned it during the winter break. I really wanted to go with them, with Aga, because of course, I absolutely didn't care about Wojtek's company. But there was no way Wojtek would stay home while I romped through the mountains with his girlfriend. They wouldn't take me alone either, because Wojtek hated me, and the feeling was mutual. So I came up with the idea that if I picked up a girl, we could go as a couple, like we did to Tuczno the year before. Aga would definitely agree. After all, she was my best friend and loved my company.

As I thought, so I did. Every Friday and Saturday I went to the disco to meet a girl who would suit my purposes. I'd have a few drinks to get my courage up and go for it. It turned out that when I had a little alcohol in my system and wasn't really interested in a girl, I wasn't so shy after all. Finally, at my third disco, I asked Weronika, a rather pretty, short blonde, to dance. After two brunettes, I'd somehow developed an allergy to dark hair. She had short hair, shapely legs, and a slightly upturned, slightly freckled nose. Her cheerful blue eyes and full lips completed the picture. We partied for half the night, then I walked her home and arranged to meet up the next day. We started seeing her every day. I enjoyed talking to her because she was witty and intelligent, but I somehow felt nothing for her. No wonder, since I was constantly thinking about Agnieszka. It seemed to me that Weronika cared more about me than I did about her.

We'd been dating for a month, when Aga's trip to Zakopane arrived. I easily convinced Weronika to go to the mountains; she must have been making some promises. When Wojtek learned we'd be going as a couple, he was upset, but later he had no major objections. So, for the second year in a row, I went on vacation with Aga.

In Zakopane, as is typical in Zakopane, we hiked a lot in the mountains, talked a lot in the evenings at the guesthouse, and drank until late at night, only to lounge around until noon the next day. We all slept in the same four-person room because there weren't any available double rooms. Weronika was clingy to me, but I was reluctant to reciprocate. I kissed and petted her, but nothing more. I was devastated when I woke up one night to find Aga and Wojtek making love in French on the bed next to me.

The day before my departure, I woke up and noticed Weronika wasn't in the room. I glanced at the bed next to mine – Wojtek wasn't there either, and Aga was asleep, breathing heavily. I deliberately banged the chair loudly to wake her. She did wake up, and then something clicked in my head and I started pretending to be asleep. I lay on my back, feeling a strong morning erection. I watched her with my eyes slightly open, and whenever she looked my way, I closed them. She stood at the foot of my couch. She watched me closely for quite a while – I think she wanted to make sure I was actually asleep. Then she started getting ready to take a shower, which was in the small kitchenette in the corner of the room by the door. She turned on the water and, after once again checking that I was still in Morpheus's arms, she took off her shirt and panties. She turned her back to me and went to the closet. She leaned forward, grabbing a towel from the bottom shelf, and for a moment I had a magnificent view of her shaved pussy, clearly visible between her slightly spread legs. Then she stepped into the shower and closed the screen. Only then did I notice I was exposed from the waist down. Damn! Aga wasn't checking to see if I was asleep, she was just staring at my proudly erect penis!

I stopped pretending to be asleep. I got up, put on my underwear, and turned on the radio. Then Agnieszka called over the roar of the water,

"Piotr, are you awake yet?

" "Yes.

" "Will you wash my back?" she asked seductively.

"I'd love to," I replied, picturing her gorgeous, naked body.

I pushed aside the screen and stepped into the shower. She stood with her back to me and handed me the soap, holding her hand out behind me without turning around. I looked at her naked, shapely body: long, wet hair, a shapely, rounded butt, and slender legs. I felt my penis harden, and my underwear was definitely getting too tight. I soaped her back and washed her thoroughly, using slow movements.

"Where's Weronika?" I asked.

"She went into town. She said she'd buy something to eat and then go to the post office to call her parents and a few friends. She'd seen how she liked to talk on the phone, so it would probably take her a long time.

" "And Wojtek?

" "What do you mean, you don't remember? We were supposed to take the cable car to Kasprowy Wierch today, so Wojtek went to Kuźnice to buy tickets. There are shorter lines first thing in the morning, and then you have to wait for about four hours.

" "Actually, I forgot."

I finished washing the girl's back and was about to put the soap away, but Aga said,

"Lower down too. You don't want me walking around with a dirty bottom, do you?"

I gladly complied with her request. I washed her sexy ass with circular movements, not forgetting the cleft between her buttocks and carefully touching her crotch. Agnieszka turned to me, smiled in her usual, wonderful way, and whispered,

"Go ahead and wash it. I need to be clean everywhere…

So I did." She leaned forward a little and slightly tilted her ass toward me, spreading her feet wider to give me easier access. I reached so deeply with my soapy hand that, in addition to her ass, I washed her crotch and pussy. I became very aroused and even dared to insert a finger into the toilet, but I immediately withdrew it, frightened by my audacity, though Agnieszka didn't react. Then she turned, took the soap from me, and said,

"Okay, now I'll wash your back." She looked down. "What about you? Are you getting into the shower in your underwear? Take them off immediately!" "She made a threatening face, then laughed. "Come on, once, once," and gave me a light slap.

I hesitated, and then she quickly pulled my underwear down to mid-thigh. My penis sprang out as if on a spring, displaying itself in all its glory.

"I knew you had nothing to be ashamed of," she looked at him admiringly. "It's very big, almost twice as big as Wojtek's.

" "You're embarrassing me.

" "What are you doing? Come on, Piotruś! I've already seen you naked when we swam in the lake at night and then the next day. And the third time today, when you pretended to sleep. Did you think I didn't notice you were spying on me?

She crouched down and pulled my underwear down to the floor. For a moment, before she stood up, my erect shaft was close to her mouth, and as she stood up, her breasts accidentally brushed against my penis. This excited me even more.

"You know," she added after a moment, "I've always had an obsession with big penises. I could look at them and touch them for hours..."

I didn't say anything, and she grabbed my penis with one hand and lightly squeezed my testicles with the other.

"Your balls are fine too. Big and hard!" she laughed cheerfully and without a trace of embarrassment.

"Okay, turn around, buddy, if you want a clean back."

So I turned around, and she vigorously washed my back, buttocks, and legs, occasionally slipping her hand between my spread legs to touch my penis and testicles.

"Weronika must be very pleased you have such a large device," she said, continuing to wash. "You could please any woman with a specimen like that.

" "Come on, we haven't slept together yet.

" "No? Why?

" "Somehow I didn't feel like it. I'd much rather be with you."

She laughed, clearly taking it as a joke.

"I'd love to get dirty with you too, but you know I can't. I have a boyfriend, after all." By the way, I've told you more than once that I want to remain a virgin until marriage.

"Why do you want to wait so long? You're not such a saint after all?

" "Well, I'm not, but my mom is very religious. She made me promise not to have sex before marriage, and I want to keep that vow. Although sometimes I'm aching to do it, like now," she laughed loudly and grabbed my hand.

"So why are you teasing me and showering naked with me?

" "I'm not teasing you. What's wrong with friends showering together? Nakedness is natural and nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I know you really like me, and I thought to myself, I wouldn't mind showing you naked," she laughed again. "You have a very sexy body too, especially the most important part. That big, sticking out cock of yours really turned me on when you were lying barefoot on the couch."

"So why are you with Wojtek," I said after a moment, "if you say his penis is so small?"

"Oh, Piotruś! You don't really think penis size is crucial in a relationship? It certainly isn't for me. "

She began to masturbate me vigorously.

"And how would your mother know if, for example, you made love to me right now?

" "It's enough that I would know. I'd feel guilty. And if I got pregnant, she'd definitely find out.

" "We'll be careful," I said, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"No, Piotruś. I'm monogamous, and when I'm with Wojtek, I'm faithful to him. If I were single, it would be different—then you'd definitely be at the top of my list," she said, still fondling his penis.

"But if you wanted to rape me right now, I wouldn't really resist. Because how can a weak girl like you resist a guy like you!" she laughed.

"And then you wouldn't feel guilty?

" "No, because it wouldn't be my fault." And I wouldn't have broken my promise to my mother then either.

She looked at me expectantly, but I stood there like a fool, unsure what to do. I was incredibly horny and desperately wanted to make love to her. I could see she was provoking me. However, I wasn't sure how she would react if I started making contact with her. Maybe she would call me a pervert and slap me across the face? I couldn't read her. On the one hand, she was egging me on, fondling my penis and telling me that if I wanted to rape her, she wouldn't resist; on the other, she was telling me that she had promised my mother abstinence until marriage.

"Anyway, I guess I won't have to wait long," she added after a moment. "Wojtek is supposed to propose next week, so maybe in a few months I'll be married."

I was literally speechless. The excitement vanished instantly. I lost all desire for caresses, and my penis began to shrink. I took Aga's hand from my bird, got out of the shower and quickly dressed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse.

"I'm telling you now. We only established this yesterday.

" "Tell me honestly. What do you see in Wojtek?

" "He's honest, gentle, caring. I can rely on him and rely on him. Handsome, well-built. And he loves me very much.

What, you can't rely on me?" I thought to myself. "Whenever you have problems, you come to me to vent, cry, and get advice. And I love you very much too, even more than Wojtek."

I wanted to tell her, but I lacked the courage. I didn't know how she would react, whether she would laugh at me. She would most likely take it as a joke, and anyway, it didn't matter since she was getting engaged in a week.

" "If she loves you so much, why have you been arguing so often lately?

" "Because Wojtek has problems at work and at university. That's why he's so irritable. Soon everything will be alright, and things will be better between us."

"Maybe he's so nervous because he's taking too many steroids?" I asked, knowing full well he was doping himself with male hormones.

"Come on, stop it! He doesn't take any steroids. You'll see that after the wedding, when we move in together, I'll definitely be able to change him for the better."

"Honestly

, I doubt it. Do you love him?" "I don't know if it's more love or more attachment, but we've been together so many years now that I can't imagine life without him.

" "Why did you skip the shower and get dressed?" she asked in a sweet, innocent voice. "Don't you like me, or what?" She struck a very provocative pose and smiled flirtatiously.

"No, you don't like me, since you're getting engaged to Wojtek," I replied nervously and left, slamming the door.

The next day we were heading home. I was devastated and barely spoke. I felt like I'd lost Agnieszka forever.

After I'd slept off the trip, I took out my motorcycle – and I had a powerful machine, a Yamaha 600 – and rode like crazy, at incredible speeds. Until I missed a curve and landed in a tree. I only regained consciousness at the hospital. The doctor's voice broke me out, saying,

"I have bad news. You're paralyzed from the waist down, and I'm afraid you'll never walk again."

Unfortunately, he was right...