Piotr and A.

He was sitting at a table in the restaurant where they had gone on their first date. She had chosen it herself, for some unknown reason; perhaps she was hoping for some sentimental memories. He had come to this meeting, but he didn't know why. By a strange twist of fate, he had sat down at the same table they had been sitting at.

"I'd like a cappuccino," he said to the waitress

. "I'll get it," she replied with a smile.

Sipping his coffee, he recalled how he and Aneta had met. Why had these memories suddenly come back to him? He'd thought about it hundreds of times since that week.

"She chose the right place," he thought; after all, she knew me like no one else.

They had met under strange circumstances. He was waiting for a train to Krakow, where he was studying. It was raining, and a cold, gusty wind was blowing—typical late autumn weather.

She was sitting on a bench, hunched over, her hands in her jacket pockets. She was visibly cold. Apart from them and a young boy, who looked to be seventeen, there was no one else on the platform.

The young man approached the bench where she was sitting, suddenly reached out, and snatched her purse. She screamed and struggled with him, but he brutally pushed her away and began running towards the stairs leading to the underground passage. He happened to be standing at the very top of the stairs; all he had to do was stretch his leg and the man was lying limp at the bottom. He quickly ran up to him, and before he could recover, he had taken his purse from him.

She was standing next to the bench where her backpack lay, trying to punch in a number on her phone.

"Here, I think this belongs to you," he said . "

Thank you very much, sir." Her voice trembled with emotion and fear.

"Piotrek," he said, offering her his hand and smiling slightly

. "Aneta, it's very nice to meet you.

" "Me too, are you going to Krakow too?" he asked

. "Yes, to the university.

" "Oh, me too," he smiled broadly. "Do you mind if I accompany you on your trip?"

"No, of course not."

At that moment, a train rumbled onto the platform. They quickly boarded, found a free compartment, and settled in comfortably.

In the two hours they had to reach their destination, he learned a great deal about her.

By the time they reached Krakow, he was head over heels in love.

They arranged a date in Tarnów a few days later. He called her every day, wanting to make sure she hadn't given up.

They met at a nice pub near the Market Square, planning to go to the cinema, but they stayed there until closing time. After that, they saw each other more and more often. She introduced him to her parents. He took her to visit his family in the countryside when he went away for weekends or holidays. They always went to Krakow together. In short, it was idyllic.

He remembered exactly when their first time had been. It had happened a year after they'd known each other; of course, there had been caresses beforehand, but they'd never gone all the way. It had happened after New Year's Eve, a wonderful start to the year.

He remembered admiring her body, kissing every inch of her skin. How he'd rediscovered her secrets each time.

They'd learned each other's bodies, gotten to know each other's reactions.

*****

She was already living alone by then. He'd come over unexpectedly, wanting to surprise her. He'd brought her a bouquet of freesias, her favorite flowers.

He'd opened the door with his own key. Finally, she'd told him, handing him the keys, that this was his apartment too.

He heard noises coming from the living room.

"Unsurprisingly..." Suddenly, his voice caught in his throat. The bouquet had fallen to the floor, landing on the carpet and scattering around.

He couldn't believe his eyes; what he was seeing couldn't be real. Aneta was lying on the floor. Her eyes were closed, and she had a look of delight on her face. She massaged her breasts with her hands, nipples erect, moaning softly.

Bogdan, his cousin, his own fucking cousin, was thrusting into her fiercely, kissing her lips, her neck, repeating her name in ecstasy.

At the sound of his voice, she opened her eyes. Her pupils dilated with surprise and fear, and she stiffened suddenly. Bogdan turned his head and met his cold gaze.

As he ran out of the apartment, he heard her voice.

"Piotr, come back."

He didn't return; he walked aimlessly. His mind was racing, thoughts popping one after another. How could she do this to him, how? And with whom? With his own fucking cousin. Fuck, I'll kill the bastard, I swear I will.

He returned home and wordlessly entered his room. He saw her photo and with one movement of his hand, knocked it off the desk. The sound of shattering glass echoed in his mind like an explosion. He sat down in the chair at his desk, falling into a kind of stupor. Nothing mattered, that image was still there behind his eyelids, that delight on her face... He buried his face in his hands, no, he wasn't crying, maybe that would have been best, but he couldn't.

Another sound slowly reached his troubled mind, rhythmic, insistent: someone was calling. He shook his head as if waking from a dream. He glanced at the phone screen. He turned it off. A moment later, the landline rang, but he didn't answer.

For that week, he lived as if in a dream. He didn't remember any meetings, any plans he'd made, nothing mattered, just that thought, the same one. He fell asleep with her, and besides, he couldn't sleep, so, what kind of dream are we talking about, he woke up with her.

***

What happened next was a simple consequence of those events. One day, he went to Bogdan's.

Bogdan opened the door, knowing it was Piotr, yet when he saw him, his pupils dilated with fear. Piotrek immediately charged, like a raging bull

. "I'll kill you, you bastard. I swear I'll beat you to death," he screamed, pushing his cousin against the wall.

"How could you, how could you do this to me? What the fuck are you thinking?" His voice trembled with rage.

He grabbed Bogdan by the neck and pressed him against the wall. His fist rose to strike. Although Bogdan was heavier than Piotr, he was as pale as the wall he was pinned to. If he had made a move, anything at all, who knew what would have happened. They stood there for a moment, sizing each other up, then Piotr finally lowered his fist.

"Don't let me see you," he said quietly and left.

He

saw her through the window, heading toward the restaurant.

"God, she's beautiful," he thought.

"Hi," she walked over to the table and sat down on a chair.

"Hi," he replied dryly. "Why here?" He immediately went on the attack.

"Because I wanted to explain everything to you, ask for forgiveness, and maybe even forget," she said, her voice growing increasingly frantic.

"Forget?" He wondered how anyone could forget that you had cheated on me, and with whom? With your own cousin," he added, answering his own question. "

How could you? Do you realize how much you hurt me? Did I not spend enough time with you, or was I not interested in your problems?" he asked.

"I loved you, you understand.

" "Because, you see, Piotruś," she began.

"Don't talk to me like that," he interrupted her brutally.

"Okay, I'll try, just please let me explain.

" "You're welcome, I'm listening." His voice was very cold. "

Bogdan came to me then because he wanted to ask me for help with something. I don't know, Piotrek, how it happened, I know one thing: I didn't want it.

"But it was, do you know how I felt then?" he asked. "

I felt like someone had stuck a knife in my heart and started cutting it up, little by little. You'll probably think that's a rather poetic description, but it's the truth.

" "Can you forgive me, forget me?" Aneta asked quietly.

"I don't know, maybe with time it will hurt less, but don't ask about things like that now.

" "What about us?

" "We're gone. It's you and me, separate. You ruined it yourself.

" "I love you, I want to right this wrong.

" "Do you want to right this wrong?"

She nodded.

"You have to give me time, I have to think it all over."

***

The dinner to which Aneta invited Piotr a month later was supposed to be her last chance. She had hoped for so much after that evening; she really wanted him to come back to her.

She was wearing a red dress with a plunging neckline, his favorite. She had prepared his favorite dishes. Lit candles completed the whole affair, creating a romantic atmosphere. At exactly 8 p.m., the doorbell rang. With one last glance, she surveyed the table, making sure everything was as it should be, and then ran to open the door.

"Please come in," she said to Piotr, who was standing on the threshold.

"Thanks," he smiled.

"Dinner will be served soon. Make yourself comfortable."

After they had eaten, they sat on the sofa with glasses of wine and, gazing at the burning candles, remained silent.

Aneta was the first to break the awkward silence.

"Piotruś, or..." She hesitated slightly.

"Yes?

" "Can you tell me what your decision is?"

"Don't say anything, just kiss me," he said, placing the now empty glass on the table

. He touched her lips with his. He felt them swell. She parted her lips, stuck out her tongue, and let him explore his.

He kissed her neck now, every nook and cranny, returning to his mouth and kissing her neck again. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.

"Oh, it feels so good. I missed you so much.

" "Shhh, don't say anything

." Without breaking the kiss, he unzipped her dress and stripped off her shirt. Piotr's fingers unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. He immediately took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking, simultaneously teasing the other with his fingers.

Aneta purred like a contented kitten. He knew what pleased her. Blood began to pump in their veins, and their eyes sparkled with desire. They quickly stripped off the rest of their clothes, kissing like madmen the entire time. They sank naked onto the soft carpet.

His hands were everywhere, caressing every nook and cranny of Aneta's beautiful body. He acted as if he wanted to remember it forever. He was exploring his lover's body like a traveler discovers an unknown land.

He traced circles with his tongue over her bare breasts, getting closer and closer to her nipples, but not yet touching them. She began to breathe deeply; he recognized this as a sign that pleasure was filling her body. His tongue moved lower, caressing her belly and approaching that delicious shell. The excitement grew stronger, the line beyond which there was no stopping.

He returned to her breasts for a moment. He merely brushed his lips against her nipples. They reacted immediately, becoming hard, erect, and very sensitive to even the slightest touch. She moaned loudly.

"Oh yes, yes, do just that."

For a moment, he caressed her nipples with his tongue, lightly sucking them, and gently biting them, giving her immense pleasure. Then, covering her belly with a hundred kisses, he reached the destination of his journey, that rose whose petals held the promise of unearthly pleasures. She wanted him to plunge his tongue into that land of bliss. She parted the petals of her wonderful slit with her fingers; he understood the invitation. His tongue slid in there nimbly and began its dance. She was so wet, so aroused

. "Uh, I love this," he purred.

He pushed his tongue as deep as possible, then gently teased her swollen clit, then returned again. She writhed with pleasure, moaning now louder, now softer. She spread her legs wide, inviting him to finally enter her. She wanted it so badly. The arousal became so intense, so overwhelming, that nothing else existed except him. The world suddenly vanished, time stopped, space dissolved in desire. There was only them, naked and our desire.

"Take me now, I want you so much," she whispered softly.

His erect member gently touched the entrance to her vagina, then pushed, sliding inside with ease, thanks to her being so aroused and ready for so long. When she felt him enter her, she sighed with pleasure. Piotrek remained still for a moment, enjoying the sight of their bodies joined together. After a moment, he began to move, slowly at first, gradually increasing the pace. Aneta moaned softly each time he thrust into her.

He kissed her face, neck, breasts. At one point, he hugged her tightly and rolled onto his back. She understood the sign; he wanted her to mount him. She knew she loved making love like this, so she didn't keep him waiting long. She stood and lowered herself onto his cock, straddling his hips. She began to sensually gyrate her hips, giving Piotr immense pleasure. His penis, as if feeding off her arousal, grew even larger. He reached for her breasts, her hard nipples, massaging them and gently pinching them.

Her movements became faster and faster, more and more unbridled; she was truly riding him. Suddenly, her body arched. She screamed with pleasure. Orgasm shot through her like lightning striking a sky shrouded in dark storm clouds. Piotr felt the contractions of her vaginal muscles on his penis, providing him with another wave of pleasure, and now he, in turn, ejaculated forcefully deep inside her. The exhausted girl snuggled against him.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, smiling sweetly.

"Don't thank me," Piotrek replied.

***

A moment later, she experienced the biggest shock of her life.

Aneta was sitting on the couch, listening in disbelief to what Piotrek was saying.

"What we just experienced was our last time," his voice was firm.

"But Piotruś," Aneta's voice broke.

"What did you expect, huh? That after what you did to me, I'd forget everything and still be with you. You should know me well enough to know that I don't forgive betrayal."

"We loved each other, Piotrek, we just loved each other, doesn't that count for anything to you?" she asked, almost crying. "

Don't cry, it won't help, Aneta. I know we loved each other. I can't be with you, I simply can't." "

I tried to forget, God knows I tried, because I loved you and I think I still do." He hesitated slightly at these words. "

Give me a chance, please."

"Do you know what I went through when I saw you with Bogdan? I'll never forget it in my life. You ripped my heart out, Aneta, and trampled it.

" "But I, I..." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

"You want to say you love me, but if you love someone, you don't betray them. And what if it was a stranger, but your own cousin?!! And how am I supposed to trust you? Besides, it doesn't matter who it was.

" "Don't go, please.

" "I have to, and I'll tell you one thing, I don't wish it on you, but if anyone ever hurts you like you did, then come over and we'll talk about it."

He left.