The picture

The virgin boy to the prostitute:

- I have nothing to pay you...

I only have my teddy bear from childhood.

- Give it to me!" she replied.

- I had no childhood...

The boy cried. Just as he had done a moment ago when he finished...

It was his first time.

He was almost 18, and the 23 year old prostitute seemed a bit aged.

He had no other choice.Just like that, he'd shoot straight to heaven.

He reached out and fearfully patted her shoulder:

- Shall we do it again?

- And what are you going to pay me with? - She asked him.

'I've already taken your 'childhood' from you.

- 'I'll pay you with my dreams,' he answered, and gently drew her to him.He laid her gently on the bed, as if he were touching an expensive English service.

He gently moved on top of her and spread her thighs.The girl moaned.She was sick of the roughness of the men she slept with.And she had to.She had a little child.

She had come from the countryside.When she found out she had been adopted, she ran away from the people who had looked after her until she was 15.Anyway, her stepfather used to beat her for anything and everything.His wife was a timid and pious woman and she dared not say anything to him.

Louis slowly penetrated Alice.He had his cheek pressed to her shoulder and whispered softly to her:

- I'll tell you about my dreams...and went deeper into her.

This time he wasn't going to rush to cum.He wanted to give himself over to the pleasure.

It was the most tender possession she'd ever experienced.Not like that brute who raped her, then ran away and left her stranded, pregnant and homeless.Sleeping in basements, roaming trash cans, with nothing to eat.And so her baby was born, premature.Good thing that at the last moment, good people took the pity to take her to the hospital for the birth....

Then they gave them a cheap attic room.

Alice sighed.She relaxed and hugged Louis.She felt somehow protected in his arms.A feeling she had never experienced before.In fact, she didn't know tenderness.She was selling her body, with disgust and sunken eyes. She needed money for the child and for the rent.She did not fall in love with her clients.She sent them away with a smile /which cost her a lot/, counted the money, sighed heavily over her miserable fate...and often sobbed.

She was disheveled, wearing a long dress to the ground, her heels tapping slightly, and as she handed the money to the salesgirl, the strap slipped slightly, exposing her perfect shoulder. Louis had stared at her and had not moved.To him she was like some vision from fairy tales, a fantasy, an unattainable dream.

He was obviously aware that she was bigger than him, but he couldn't let go of the influence this woman had over him.His legs buckled every time he saw her...and it was as if he went to the store often on purpose so he could at least see her.

Alice noticed the impression she was leaving on this young man and once, walking past him, supposedly slightly apart, at close range, it was narrow between the shelves and she almost clung to him...She shot him a look and whispered softly:

- Do you want to go upstairs?

Louis blushed, the blood rushed to his head, he felt more aroused than ever, from his lonely nights of caressing...

He squeezed his hand and took the stairs to the attic, hard and almost in a rush.

He stood panting by the door, not knowing what to do.

Alice stowed her purchases, looked at the child in the other room where he slept, quietly closed the door and approached Louis:...

- 'I've nothing to pay you with,' he groaned.

And finished, even as she touched his trousers.

Alice gasped.She hadn't expected it:...

- Darling, are you a virgin?

Louis didn't dare look her in the eye.He was terribly ashamed that he'd let himself go.

Alice said nothing.She took his hand and led him, not to the bed, but into the little kitchen.She made tea for them both.

She felt somehow close to him.

- Are you hungry?

He had forgotten he hadn't put a crumb in.

Alice stirred an omelette and put two forks on the side of the pan.She smiled sweetly at him:

- With me it is modest.

Louis ate as if he had never seen anyone.He had no parents, no one to cook for him and take care of him.And this woman gave him a sense of peace and confidence.It was as if he had always known her.

- How could I let myself go like that? - he kept worrying and greedily scooping up the eggs.As if his strength had returned, he looked Alice in the eye and said:

- Thanks for the food.It's time to go.

- Wait, don't go!

Alice felt a strange uneasiness that she wouldn't see him again.

This boy made her feel, at the very least, good.Somehow she was at ease with him.

- Please stay!" she looked him in the eye.

Louis swallowed his embarrassment, and for the first time he looked her in the eye too.

Meekly she said:

- All right.

They lay on the bed.And they were silent.As if in some fateful moment when nothing else mattered.They had eaten, they lay embraced and it was as if nothing else mattered for the moment.They felt so good together, as if it would last forever.

Louis couldn't deny the power this fragile little woman had over him.It wasn't just the carnal attraction.He stroked her hair, still smelling of omelette, twirled a strand and like some experienced man, hugged her tightly to him.He stroked her legs, undid the buttons of her dress and searched her breasts hungrily. Her nipples were driving him crazy.He could feel himself about to erupt again, but somehow he managed to push himself up and continued to caress her all over.Alice had never known such tenderness before.

She dug her fingers into his back and moaned softly.Louie didn't know where this courage came from.It was his first time.He had never been with a woman before.He sought her intimacy, hidden beneath the soft moss...He was crazy!

He felt her wet.He felt sweat on his back.He quickly unbuttoned his pants and without removing them, he lifted up her entire dress and burning with eagerness and desire, he penetrated her, guided his cock into an ocean of passion, he spilled all over, drowning in lust and wanting more and more and more....

Alice came with him...All his virginity was in her, on the sheet beneath them...And they soared in a trance, as if they were running naked up in the sky, oblivious to all the misery in the humble attic room...

They lay a little longer.

Louis had fallen into a weightlessness of happiness and recklessness.He wished he could never get out of bed.He wished he were still there in her and with her.His first wife...

He would never desire another woman again.He promised himself!

He didn't know how yet, but he was going to keep her somehow.The real way.He was poor.He didn't even have money to live on.He rarely found work...But for Alice's sake...He was ready to stay by her side forever.To take care of her and her child...

- Hey, where'd you go? - Alice stroked his arm.Louis was sitting on the bed, lost in dreams of a future with a woman he barely knew.It was as if he wasn't a humble 

18 year old who had given his virginity to a 23 year old prostitute.

He was suddenly embarrassed:

- I have nothing to pay you with.

- I have only my teddy bear.It is a memory of my childhood.

- Give it to me!

Alice replied.

- I had no childhood.

Twenty years did not see each other.

Louis graduated from the art academy and became a famous painter.

He never went to Alice again.He was ashamed of losing his virginity in a prostitute's room.Many more women passed through his life.Many times he drowned in oceans of passion, but he always remembered his first cum, in that humble attic room.

A year or two after the incident, he sought her out.She no longer lived at that address.He climbed up to the attic and his legs softened slightly.He remembered everything.He couldn't forget her!

He had brought her a rose.He looked around and saw an empty glass.He poured some water and put it in it.He left lost because he did nothing for this woman.

Many people were gathered in the gallery - connoisseurs and buyers of paintings.There was a very special painting among his collection.From memory he painted the rose which he took to Alice's room.

Conversations went on, and Louis, a little tired, retired to a corner with a drink.

- Why was it that he could not forget Alice?

- Why hadn't he looked for her for so many years?

She remained his most wonderful sense of woman.

- Sir!

Someone touched him lightly on the shoulder.

- Did you paint these pretty pictures?

A beautiful, elegant woman stood before him, book in hand, smiling sweetly at him.

- Yes!" he answered, coughing a little.

He was embarrassed at being interrupted in his thoughts.

- 'I'm interested in the picture of the rose,' the woman added.

- Oh, she's not for sale.She's like my mascot at every show.I always put her with the others.

- This painting has a story and is very special to me.

- I understand - the woman answered.

- I also have a special memory that I never part with.

And the woman opened the book.Inside, between the pages, there was a withered rose.

- It looks very much like your rose in the picture.

- I have already answered you.This picture is very dear.

- 'Yes,' sighed the woman piteously.

- 'I haven't even anything to pay for it with.

I only have a teddy bear.

And Alice opened the bag...

Vanya Grigorova