Oleg and Nastya moved into their first apartment at the end of August. The renovation was completed quickly, the furniture was arranged, the boxes unpacked—and then Nastya said, "We should invite the neighbors over and introduce ourselves." Oleg frowned at first, but then agreed. The apartment was small, a two-bedroom apartment on the third floor, but the living room had room for a table and some room to spare. Nastya was a short girl with rounded hips and small breasts. Oleg was slightly taller than her, of average build, with a short haircut and a habit of constantly fiddling with things. They had been together for three years, previously renting a room near the metro, and now they had their own place. They knew their neighbors only by sight. Across the street lived a young couple—Denis and Lena, both in their early thirties, unencumbered. Upstairs lived Igor, a man in his forties, divorced, living alone. Downstairs lived Timur, an athletic-looking guy who worked either in security or in fitness—Nastya couldn't remember. Nastya sent out invitations via messenger—briefly, with a smiley face. Everyone responded quickly: "We'll come," "Thanks for the invitation," "What should I bring?" Nastya wrote, "No need for anything, just come." On Saturday morning, she started cooking. Oleg set the table, getting out plates and glasses. They bought wine, beer, and something stronger for Igor, because Denis said Igor couldn't sit without vodka. Nastya made a salad, baked a chicken in the oven, and set out cheese, sausage, and grapes. By seven o'clock in the evening, the apartment already smelled of food and the candles Nastya had lit on the windowsill. She wore a light dress and low heels, so she could walk comfortably around the apartment. Oleg wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Timur was the first to arrive. He rang the doorbell at exactly seven and handed over a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates. "Congratulations on your housewarming," he said, smiling. "Well, show me how you've settled in." Then Denis and Lena showed up—Lena with a cake, Denis with a bag of beer. Last of all, around seven-thirty, was Igor. He smelled of cologne, wore a clean shirt, but was already slightly tipsy. "Well, neighbors," he said from the doorway, "congratulations on your housewarming! Where do you get your drinks?" Everyone laughed. Nastya led him into the living room, and the evening began. They sat down at the table. Nastya laid out the food, Oleg opened the wine, and Igor immediately grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured shot glasses for himself and Denis. Lena drank wine, and so did Timur. The conversation turned to the usual—about renovations, the neighborhood, where people work, where the parking is best, where the groceries are cheapest. Timur turned out to be a trainer at a fitness club two streets away. Denis worked in logistics, Lena as a geography teacher at a school. Igor said he was "in construction," but didn't go into details. Oleg was a programmer, and Nastya was a manicurist at a beauty salon. They drank the first glass, then the second. Igor quickly became tipsy and began laughing louder than anyone else, telling stories from his life that everyone listened to with smiles. Lena sat reservedly at first, but after the third glass, her cheeks flushed and she began to chime in, reminiscing about something too. Timur sat next to Nastya. He was calm and taciturn, but when he spoke, he looked her straight in the eye. Nastya found herself enjoying it. Oleg sat on the other side of the table, next to Lena, and they were arguing animatedly about something—TV series, it seemed. By ten o'clock, the table was half empty, the bottles were almost gone. Oleg suggested moving to the living room, to the sofa. Everyone agreed, began chatting, and started changing seats. Nastya put the plates away in the kitchen, and when she returned, she saw Timur already sitting on the sofa, with an empty seat next to him. She sat down. Timur turned to her: — Nice apartment. It's cozy here. "Thank you," said Nastya. "We did everything ourselves." - It's obvious that it's done with soul. He placed his hand on the back of the sofa, behind her shoulders. It seemed like nothing special, but Nastya felt the warmth of his hand right next to her. Oleg, meanwhile, was laughing at Igor's joke and wasn't looking in their direction. Lena suggested playing "Never Have I Ever." Everyone perked up. Igor said, "Oh, we love that." Denis brought another bottle of wine from the kitchen, and Oleg got out some beer. The rules are simple: whoever did what they said drinks. The first few questions were innocuous. "I've never been late for work"—almost everyone drinks. "I've never lied to my parents"—laughs, everyone drinks. "I've never fallen asleep in a movie"—half of them drink. Then Igor, squinting slyly, said: — I've never kissed anyone in this room except my girlfriend. Everyone froze for a second. Lena giggled. Denis looked at her. Oleg looked at Nastya. Timur looked straight ahead. Nobody drank. Yet. Igor laughed: - Okay, okay. You're boring. But something in the air changed. Nastya felt Timur move ever so slightly closer. Or so she imagined. The game continued. Igor was clearly waiting for the right moment to tease everyone further. He poured the rest of the vodka into shot glasses for himself and Denis and said: — I never imagined anyone present naked. Silence. Lena snorted into her glass. Denis slowly raised his hand and drank. Igor laughed and drank too. Timur, his expression unchanged, picked up the bottle of beer and took a sip. Nastya felt herself blushing and took a sip too. Oleg looked at her with surprise and question in his eyes, but said nothing. He himself didn't drink. “Well, Oleg, you’re our only saint,” said Igor. “Or just inattentive,” Oleg answered, and everyone laughed, including Nastya, although something inside her tensed. Lena, emboldened by the wine, suggested: — Let's do without the "I never" now. Let's just say truth or dare. Igor clapped his hands: — Now that's our style! Denis, you first. Truth or dare? Denis thought: - Is it true. "Boring," Igor said. "Okay. Honestly: have you ever wanted to sleep with anyone from our group? Just be honest." Denis looked at Lena. She raised an eyebrow, smiling. "With you," Denis said, looking at Lena. "And with Nastya." He nodded in her direction. Nastya froze. Oleg tensed. But Lena wasn't offended—on the contrary, she laughed and nudged her husband's shoulder. "You little bug. Okay, I'll admit it too: I like Timur." She looked at him defiantly. "You have beautiful shoulders." Timur nodded with dignity: - Thank you. Igor rubbed his hands: — Okay, it's getting hot. Nastya, it's your turn. Truth or dare? Nastya hesitated. Oleg looked at her intently, and she couldn't tell if his gaze was warning or curious. She remembered how they'd once, early in their relationship, been lying in bed and Oleg had jokingly said, "What if I asked you for a threesome?" She'd laughed and said, "Only if it was with another girl." He laughed too. But they didn't continue the conversation. Now Nastya looked at Timur, then at Oleg. And said: - Action. Igor perked up: - Oh, brave girl. Then... kiss Timur. Oleg didn't say a word. He simply watched. Nastya waited for him to intervene, to say, "No, this is too much." But he remained silent. And there was something in that silence that made her insides clench and at the same time feel hot. She turned to Timur. He looked at her calmly, without impudence, but also without embarrassment. He waited. Nastya leaned down and touched his lips with hers. Lightly at first, almost weightlessly. Timur didn't move. Then she kissed him harder, and his hand settled on the back of her head. The kiss lasted a few seconds, but to Nastya it felt longer. When she pulled away, her cheeks were burning. Lena whistled. Igor said, "Finally." Denis watched them with interest. And Oleg... Oleg smiled. Slowly, as if he couldn't believe it. And Nastya realized: he liked it. He liked watching. After the kiss, Nastya returned to her seat, but she sat differently than before—a little closer to Timur, and Oleg noticed. He said nothing, only leaned back on the sofa and looked at her with a new expression on his face. Nastya knew that look. He looked like that when he wanted her, but now there was something else in that look—as if he was looking not just at her, but at the whole picture, and he liked the picture. Igor, pleased that things were going well, reached for the bottle: — Well, shall we continue? Denis, your turn. Truth or dare? Denis chuckled: - Action. Igor looked at him, then at Lena, then back at Denis: - Kiss Nastya. For real. Lena didn't object. She even nudged her husband with her elbow: - Go, why are you sitting? Denis stood up and walked over to Nastya. She stood up to greet him. He was slightly taller than her, calm, with a soft smile. He placed his hands on her waist, pulled her toward him, and kissed her. Nastya responded. Denis's lips were warm, and he kissed her confidently, but not forcefully. When they pulled away, Lena said: - Well, now it's my turn. Truth or dare? "Dare," Igor said without thinking. "Kiss Oleg." Lena stood up and walked over to Oleg. He stood up, and they kissed—briefly, but long enough for everyone to see how Lena pressed herself against him and how his hand slid to the small of her back. Nastya watched and felt something ignite inside her. She wasn't offended. On the contrary, she was watching her boyfriend kiss another woman, and she liked it. She caught herself thinking that she wanted it to continue. "Okay," Igor said when everyone had sat back down. "Now let's stop playing these childish games. We're all adults." He glanced around. "I propose a toast. To our acquaintance. To our becoming not just neighbors, but... good friends." He poured the vodka, and everyone grabbed glasses and shot glasses. They drank. Nastya felt warmth spread through her body and realized she was already quite tipsy. Oleg sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. “How are you?” he asked quietly. “Okay,” she said. “And you?” "The same." He paused. "You don't mind that everything is going this way?" - And you? Oleg chuckled: — I think I'm all for it. He kissed her neck, and Nastya closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw Timur looking at them. He didn't look away. And there was something in that gaze that took her breath away. Igor, who had already drunk a fair amount, clapped his hands: — Okay, enough looking at each other. Maybe we should get down to business? Denis laughed: — Are you always this impatient? "Why wait?" Igor shrugged. "Everyone wants to. I see the way you're looking at me. And you've already had enough to drink, so you're not embarrassed." He stood up, walked up to Nastya and extended his hand to her: - Well, mistress, will you show us the bedroom? Nastya looked at Oleg. He nodded—barely, but she understood. Then she took Igor's hand and stood up. The bedroom was small but cozy: a wide bed, two lamps on the nightstands, and a closet against the wall. Nastya turned on the floor lamp, and the room filled with a soft, warm light. Igor entered first, followed by Denis and Lena. Timur paused at the door, letting Oleg go first. Nastya stood in the middle of the room, feeling slightly woozy from the drink and everything that had already happened, but it was a pleasant feeling. Igor approached her and, without a word, pulled her close. He kissed her roughly, forcefully, his hands immediately reaching under her dress. Nastya didn't resist. Meanwhile, Lena walked up to Oleg and pulled his shirt out of his pants. Denis hugged his wife from behind, kissing her neck, while his hands were already unbuttoning her blouse. Timur was still standing by the door, watching. Nastya met his gaze and, on impulse, said: - What are you standing there for? Come here. He approached. And by the time he was next to her, Igor had already pulled Nastya's dress off. She was left in her panties and bra. Timur stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders, then down to her shoulder blades, to the clasp of her bra. He unclasped it in one movement, and the bra fell to the floor. Oleg watched while Lena unbuckled his belt. Denis had already removed her blouse and was caressing her breasts through her lace bra. The room felt cramped and hot. Igor knelt before Nastya, pulled down her panties, and pressed his face to her pubis. Nastya gasped and grabbed Timur's shoulder. Timur squeezed her breast, tugged on her nipple, and she moaned. Oleg, seeing this, sped up—he quickly took off his shirt and pants, while Lena was already pulling off her skirt. Denis undressed after him. Soon everyone was naked. Igor continued to lick Nastya, and she stood with her back pressed against Timur, feeling his erect penis against her lower back. Oleg approached her from the front, and she reached out and kissed him. His hand rested on the back of her head, the other on her breast. “Lie down on the bed,” Oleg said quietly. Nastya lay down. Igor immediately found himself between her legs. He was already ready, and Nastya felt his cock sliding against her wet pussy. Igor didn't hesitate—he entered immediately, deeply, and Nastya arched into him. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster, and she moaned. Oleg sat on the edge of the bed, next to Nastya's head. She turned her head and took his penis into her mouth. Lena, meanwhile, settled in next to Denis, who entered her from behind, while Timur stood at the foot of the bed and watched. Igor fucked Nastya steadily, forcefully, and she moaned, never letting go of Oleg's cock. Her breasts swayed in time with his thrusts. Lena moaned nearby, and Denis, judging by the sounds, was keeping up. Then Igor said: - Let's turn it over. He pulled out, and Nastya was turned over onto her stomach. She got up on all fours, and Igor entered from behind. At the same time, Denis, leaving Lena, walked over to the head of the bed, and Nastya took his penis into her mouth. Timur approached Lena, who was lying on her back with her legs spread, and entered her. Lena screamed and moaned louder. Oleg watched all this from the edge of the bed, his cock so hard it seemed he'd cum without being touched. But he wanted to make it last. He wanted to watch. Nastya felt Igor speed up. His thrusts became more intense, and she realized he was close. He groaned, thrust his cock all the way into her, and came. Nastya felt hot sperm fill her. Igor pulled out, and she felt the cum leak out of her, running down her thigh. Denis, who had been in her mouth the whole time, was also on the edge. He came in her mouth, and Nastya swallowed, licking the head. When Denis pulled away, she sank onto the bed, breathing heavily. At this point, Lena was coming with Timur. She moaned so loudly it could probably be heard throughout the entire entryway. Timur thrust powerfully inside her, and soon she arched and went still. Timur pulled out and came on her stomach. The room fell silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing. Igor sat on the floor by the bed, wiping his face. Denis lay next to Lena, hugging her. Timur stood, leaning against the wall. Oleg walked over to Nastya and lay down next to her. She turned toward him, and he kissed her—slowly, tenderly, as if apologizing and thanking her at the same time. "How are you?" he asked in a whisper. “Okay,” she said. “Really okay.” He smiled and pulled her close. After a while, everyone started to stir. Igor rose from the floor, stretched, and said: - Well, neighbors, that was powerful. Lena laughed, pulling the blanket over her. Denis lay next to her, looking at the ceiling with a satisfied smile. Timur had already put on his underwear and was sitting on the edge of the bed, calm, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Nastya lay on Oleg's shoulder, feeling a pleasant heaviness throughout her body. Igor's semen was still leaking out of her, and she could feel her thigh getting sticky. But she felt good. There was no shame or awkwardness—just a certain lightness and warmth. "Listen," Lena said, "let's get together like this every month from now on. Take turns at someone's place. We have a two-room apartment over there, there's plenty of room." "I have a one-room apartment," Igor said. "But the bed is big." "I have a one-room apartment too," Timur said. "But you can stay at mine, too." Oleg chuckled: - Well, you've already been to our place. So next time, it won't be with us. "We've agreed," Denis said. "We'll see you next month. Lena, do you mind?" "I'm all for it," Lena said. "But mind you, I'm the first one with Timur." Timur nodded: - No problem. Igor stood up and began to collect his clothes: "Okay, I think I'll be going. I have to go to work tomorrow, and I'm not young anymore to have to sit there until the morning after this." “Are you kidding?” Denis said. “You have enough energy for three people.” "That's for today," Igor winked. "Tomorrow, bukvoeb.org, I'll be catching up on sleep." He got dressed, shook hands with everyone, and held Nastya's hand a little longer than necessary, and said: — Thank you, hostess. The apartment is truly cozy. And you too. Nastya laughed: - Thank you. Come again. - Necessarily. Denis and Lena also started getting ready. Lena pulled on her dress, fixed her hair, looked at herself in the mirror, and said: - God, I look like I've been fucked all night. “You were fucked,” Denis said. "Exactly." She laughed. "But it was worth it." They said goodbye and left. Timur lingered. He stood in the bedroom doorway, already dressed, looking at Nastya and Oleg. "You're great," he said. "Both of you. I didn't expect that, to be honest." “You too,” said Nastya. Timur nodded, smiled faintly, and left. Nastya and Oleg were left alone. She lay back down on the bed and stretched out. Oleg lay down next to her, hugged her, and laid his head on her chest. "You really don't regret it?" she asked. “No,” he said. “And you?” "No." She paused. "I didn't even think I'd like it so much. I mean, I knew I might like it, but not to this extent..." "Me too," Oleg said. "I thought I'd be jealous. But I looked and realized that it was... right, I guess." "I saw the way you looked," Nastya said. "You liked it." - Of course. She laughed and hugged him. - Listen, did you notice how Igor looked at me when he left? “I noticed,” Oleg said. - He will come again. "He will come," Oleg agreed. "And that's good." “Yes,” said Nastya. “That’s good.” They lay there for a while longer, then Oleg got up, fetched some water from the kitchen, and they took turns drinking from the bottle. Nastya took a shower, washed away all that remained of the evening, and returned to bed. Oleg was almost asleep. She lay down next to him, her back pressed against his, and he hugged her in his sleep. They woke up late that morning. Their heads ached a bit, but they were in a light, almost festive mood. Nastya made coffee, and they sat in the kitchen in silence. Then Oleg said: "You know, at one point yesterday I thought this was all too much. That we'd gotten carried away. But then I looked at you and realized I didn't want it to end." "Me too," said Nastya. "I never thought we were capable of this. But it seems we are." - I think so. They smiled at each other. Nastya picked up her phone and saw a message in the general chat Lena had created the previous evening. It read: "Thank you all for the evening! See you next time. The date is the last Saturday of the month. I've already started preparing." Igor replied with a smiley face. Timur wrote, "I will." Denis: "Plus one." Nastya looked at Oleg: - Well, shall we go? “Let’s go,” he said. She typed back: "We're in business. See you later." And sent it.