Note: Sorry because of my grammar! English is not my native language, so please be understanding because of the faults! Thanks!
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Since we broke with my boyfriend, I didn't go out. The problem wasn't that, it's over. I knew this relationship won't hold forever. In the beginning, we start it both with that, it will hold till it hold. And till it hold, we will enjoy it. And there was nothing problem with it.
But I didn't understand it in this aspect too. Why he want to end this relationship? Why now? Why so sudden? It hadn't got any promotion. Just one day he stood in front of me, and said, he want to talk with me, and a moment later he said, it's over. And that's it.
I won't lie. I was shocked. Of course, he started with a common bull shits. We don't match to each other, and he have to give a chance to me to find my happiness, to find the One, and he don't want to be a barrier. He don't want me to stay forever alone just because of him.
But beg you pardon! I'm 23. I have got enough time to find the man with whom I want to live in my entry life. Just say that, he has got another girl! Probably I would be mad and cry for a time, because I'm not enough good for him, and why this bitch is better then me. I know about myself, after a this kind of news, I would be shocked. But it won't hold for a long time. Than I would see, that's the better way, because we knew in the beginning, we are together just till we find someone who really match with us.
But he didn't say anything so. No other girl and no else. Just we don't match and other bull shits. And that was the problem. If there is another girl, it would take just some hours and I would understand it, maximum some days. But this...
At the end my best friend got me, to go out. Kinga was always very close to me. She cared about me when I was under, and she celebrated with me when I was happy. She was just like my sister.
It was an important point in my list to agree when he pleased to go with her to a party. It was in the middle of the summer. It was a very hot evening in July. And I just lay in my apartment in Pest. I hadn't got any reason to say no, and when I saw her smiling face and begging blue eyes, to be honest, I didn't want to.
She said to me, I will find a dozen of guys there for myself, who will be really better than that asshole. Of course I just smiled, but I didn't believe it. Because when I'm with her, I have got no choice.
Kinga was young and gorgeous. Of course with my 23 years I wasn't an old lady too. And she is just one year younger than me, but sometimes, when I see her shining skin, silky a bit wavy blonde hair that goes a bit under her shoulder, shining girly eyes and never ending smile, I feel, I'm a hundred years old harridan. And if it doesn't enough, she has got a really hot temperature too. She was just like a toy car, which runs with hundreds of miles through the room till it has got a little energy. And Kinga had got a lot of energy. And of course, she could sleep so much and gobble so fast, as someone who didn't eat anything in a year or so.
But when we see the fact, she ate so much as a half football team, and in a time I ate my normal menu, and when we see the fact, after a nightlong party she sometimes slept till noon, I couldn't imagine that, how could she have a so gorgeous body.
She was so tall and slim as a cat. She has got oiled color skin that just sat tight in her muscles. And when in the morning (that meant often eleven a clock or so) she got up with stretching, she seemed really as a lazy cat.
So I should have to fight with it? I should try to seduce a guy, when I know, they couldn't stop seeing Kinga's angelic body, that was now, if it is possible, more visible in her glistering, straining silver clothe, staining to her breasts, that let her shoulders free in the warm summer evening, and let a view to her décolletage, and it took not so much to see her panties between her legs?
"Come on, sis!" she hugged me giggling, when I murmured something about that under my nose.
Sis. Little sis. She called me always in this way. Perhaps that was a mode too to make me feel, I'm not so bad too. She made me feel with it, I'm the younger not she.
"She is gorgeous too" she said.
I must smile on it. I didn't want to disagree. Perhaps we couldn't be more different to each other, so, in one hand, I wasn't surprised, she sees my long straight black hair, that is around as long as hers, brown eyes, my skin, that is a bit darker than hers, and my small lips so beautiful as I see hers. In the other hand, if she is more beautiful than me, the difference is so big between us, it didn't mean anything.
The only important thing, which was the same in both of us, was our bodies. She was taller than me with some inches, but are figure was so similar, we could wore each others clothes.
So Kinga let no objection for me. I couldn't say that too, I have got no appropriate clothes (because I couldn't go to a party in Budapest in a bikini, and I had no other clothes, in which I don't boil in this heat.) She threw a slim black clothes to me, that covered around nothing from my body, because with enough light, everybody could see through it, that, you could imagine, with a small clothes, that goes just to the middle of my thighs and has around no cover for my breast, means not so much, that could people not see in normal ways too.
But when I would like to disagree, she didn't le me speak. She stacked to that, I wear this clothes. And there was enough dark in the night too, nothing to be viewable, that I wouldn't like to.
I believed it to her and, despite I didn't want to go to a party, I picked up the clothes and let her, to pull me out to the warm night of Budapest.
When we entered into the half-covered room, we immediately attacked by the pulsating music and the rhythmically vertiginous crowd. There were a lot of guys, as Kinga promised. All of them were tall, muscular and handsome. But I wasn't interested in none of them. They were cute and so, but after the break with my former boyfriend I wouldn't like to flirt with someone and run all the circles, without that the sex after a wild night has got no sense. And in a this kind of party, I shouldn't wait for anything else.
And then I behold her. I just look to the bar for a minute, but after that I physically couldn't break my look from that girl, who relied on the wooden bar in her stretch red cocktail dress and sip her drink.
Yes. She was a girl. I didn't understand too, but as I behold her, I felt as I got a hit to my breasts. My heart ran, my muscles stretched, my knees shacked and I gasped. I wanted her. I haven't got better world for it. I saw here and immediately I wanted her. I wanted this girl.
I never felt like this before. Of course I know lesbian and bisexual girls and I imagined myself with another girl too. When I glanced through Kinga, in my better days I could understand that girls, who become wet from the look of such a bomb woman. But I couldn't imagine to really want a girl. I never thought that, in my dreams not too, to want a girl.
But now it happened. I just stood there and state her, and I felt like the time had been frozen.
Kinga didn't notice anything about it, or if she noticed, she pulled me to the middle of the crowd because of that.
We started to dance. It was surprising, but I enjoyed the party. The guys queued to dance with me and to get a chance, just for a minute, to touch me. I was impressed by their endeavor and in another situation I would evaluate it (with a flirtatious smile, with a wink, or something so), but no now.
