A gift for Vera

And suddenly the phone rang. "I kissed a girl and I liked it…"

An elegant female hand reached towards the table but couldn't quite reach the mobile. Vera was sitting in a large armchair, legs spread, sweetly caressing herself with her hand in her crotch. In front of her, on the large plasma screen, two girls had just moved into the sixty-nine position. Her absolute favorite position, the one she only dreamed of and had never tried in real life. And the world swam before the masturbating girl's eyes…

And then this damn call! Vera had to tear herself away from her activity, hastily turn the volume down. She picked up the receiver and said in a strained voice:

 —

Yes…

 — Hello, it's me, hi! — Sveta's cheerful voice sounded as if through thick glass. — How are you, what are you doing?

The girls on the screen continued to enjoy each other, the one on the bottom had already slipped a finger into her friend's ass.

 — Hello! Are you there?

 — Yes, yes… — Vera began to come to her senses. — Everything's fine, yes…

Sveta laughed:

 — Your voice sounds strange! I'm asking, what are you doing?

 — Oh, just watching TV, thinking about what to cook. Nothing special, really.

 — Well, great! I'm nearby, I'll drop by in five minutes! I'll show you my new clothes, just got them from 'Evropeysky'!

 — Oh, great!…

— Five minutes! Oh, damn!", Vera thought as she hung up. She hurriedly turned off the plasma, pressed 'open' on the DVD player. It ejected the disc treacherously slowly, whirring, spinning, blinking — and finally spat it out. The girl put the intimate CD in its case and hastily hid it in the side compartment of the wooden stand for the plasma TV. She quickly ran to the bathroom, changed her panties, put on a fresh bathrobe, tidied her blonde hair, and just at that moment the doorbell rang.

 — Hi there, sunshine! — Sveta was all radiant, brand-name shopping bags hung from her elegant elbows. The friends hugged and gave each other light pecks on the cheeks.

… After discussing the latest fashion, perfume, and the neighbors' lives, Sveta unexpectedly asked:

 — Listen, you're turning 24 in a week! And you're still alone after the divorce. How are you?

 — Fine. I could even say good. For now, I feel like I don't really need anyone.

 — How can that be! A man — it's not just harmful, but also useful! How long have you been alone? — Sveta smirked and winked.

Vera, however, didn't pick up on the joke:

 — More than half a year, I guess… I'm okay, even without a man. I don't know how myself. After the divorce, I feel freer, more uninhibited. Although, of course, it gets lonely sometimes, especially in the evenings. But that's normal too.

 — Hmm, — Sveta said thoughtfully. — Well, just in time for your birthday you'll throw yourself a party. Maybe some guy will turn up. Are there any admirers at your office?

 — One is trying…

 — Well, there you go!

 — No, he's kind of not my type. Or rather, he's okay, I just don't need anything myself right now. Next weekend we'll just have a nice little gathering, have a few drinks, laugh, and go home.

 — Sounds kind of sad.

 — No, it'll be fun! — Vera forced herself to smile.

Sveta leaned back on the sofa:

 — You said you were watching TV — so why is the plasma off?

 — Uh, I don't know, I turned it off before you came… You didn't come here to watch the news, did you? — The question caught Vera off guard, but her tongue, as a journalist's, was always quick.

 — Ha-ha, that's true! — Unexpectedly, Sveta stood up and walked towards the plasma.

She knelt down next to the cabinet, examining her friend's movies. "You watch all these movies? Anything new?", she said, sorting through the DVD cases.

 — Yes… — Vera's throat went dry. She jumped up and wanted to stop her friend from reaching the back row of movies, but then Sveta suddenly said in a sharply changed voice:

 — Vera… What is this…

It was a sight to behold. Sveta, turning around, was holding out several cases of pornographic films of a lesbian nature in bewilderment, Vera was frozen over her friend, not knowing what to say.

 — Don't tell me this is left over from Kolya. You would have thrown it all out long ago, like you threw out all his stuff after the divorce.

Vera was silent, burning with shame. Sveta got up from her knees:

 — Friend, what's going on with you? Vera…

Vera turned away and flopped onto the sofa, folding her arms across her chest.

 — I don't know what's wrong with me! — she suddenly said sharply. — A few months ago I started feeling attracted to girls. You're my friend, I hope I can tell you this, because I have no one else to talk to about it. I hope you won't turn away from me…

She glanced at her friend, who stood looking at her with stunned eyes.

 — Sveta, just don't think I'm some kind of pervert… I like a girl from the department, but I haven't even hinted at anything, I'm in shock myself, I can't imagine how this is even possible. I mean, I can't figure myself out at all, I just know that I feel this way. I have no idea what to do about it. Sveta…

Her friend stood and listened silently. "Alright," she said, exhaling. She looked at her watch:

 — Looks like I should go. Husband and family are waiting at home, — her friend dropped and swiftly headed for the hallway.

 — Sveta, what's wrong? — Vera went after her. Sveta quickly put on her boots and coat, grabbed her bags. — Sveta! Why are you doing this! I never had any dirty thoughts about you. I swear. I'm telling you, I'm not some kind of pervert.

Sveta looked at her intently.

 — Believe me, — Vera continued. — I thought you'd help me figure myself out, and you're running away.

Sveta looked away and sighed skeptically:

 — Really, never thought anything like that about me?

 — I swear… And besides, you're not my type! — Vera tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

Sveta unexpectedly laughed.

 — Such nonsense, — she said, laughing. — Hmm, my friend, it turns out, has become a lesbian!

 — Well, not yet, because I haven't done anything like that with girls! — Vera smiled. — Just thoughts…

 — Still, a latent one! Hmm… Well, you're something else, Verunchik! Coal for the country… And what kind of girls are your type, may I ask?

Vera blushed.

 — Well, I don't know… I like brunettes more. With short haircuts, like a bob.

 — Well, yeah, I don't fit that type, thank goodness… Alright. Keep yourself together. We'll talk again.

Vera sighed with relief.

 — Of course we'll talk! Will you come to my birthday?

 — You bet! — said Sveta and blew her friend an air kiss.

ONE WEEK LATER

When all the guests had left, including Vera's admirer from work who had been paying her attention all evening, the friends were left alone.

 — Thank you for the pendant — said Vera, washing the dishes. — It's so cool, you really know what I need!

 — Of course, I know. But that's nothing! My main gift is still to come!

Vera looked at her friend sitting at the table, who was smiling slyly.

 — What are you talking about? What else have you come up with?

 — You'll find out later! For now, tell me, why are you brushing off your admirer like that? He's a normal guy, elegant, clean-cut. That's rare.

 — Listen, you know why…

 — Oh right, — Sveta caught herself. — Was that girl from the department, the one you like, at the party?

Vera sighed:

 — No, are you kidding. I'm telling you, I'm even afraid to think about it, to somehow hint to her or I don't know… Let everything just be as it is.

 — Let it be so… — Sveta readily confirmed, and at that moment the doorbell rang.

Vera dropped the dishes:

 — Who's that now? — she asked, wiping her hands.

 — I'll get it! I'll get it! — Sveta babbled and ran to the hallway.

When Vera approached the door, her friend was standing there, along with some beautiful girl in light makeup and a hulk in a leather jacket.

 — Are there two of you? — the guy asked.

 — No, no, — said Sveta — Here's the birthday girl, and I'm leaving now!

 — Hey, what's going on here?! — Vera was outraged.

 — Then leave while I'm here, so it's clear.

 — Sveta, hey! — Vera gave her friend a slight push on the shoulder. — What the hell is going on here?!

 — This is my gift to you… — Sveta was hurriedly getting dressed.

 — What kind of gift, are you crazy? Who is this? Is this… A prostitute or something?!

 — Well, I wouldn't say that about myself, — the stranger smiled. — Call me Milana.

 — I don't care what your name is! Sveta! Take them all away!

Sveta had already slipped through the door:

 — I want you to be happy!

 — I am happy! You… You're like in the movie 'The Toy'! — Vera said, now addressing Mila.

 — If you want, I'll be your toy… — the stranger replied easily.

 — NONSENSE!!! — Vera shouted after the bodyguard, who was already standing with Sveta by the elevator. — Take her away! Have you all gone crazy?

 — Quiet! — Sveta hissed, — Or the neighbors will hear!

The hulk turned around:

 — I don't know anything. Two hours are paid for, gotta work.

And they disappeared into the elevator. Vera stared at the closed elevator doors for another half a minute.

 — Maybe you'll invite me in after all? — the girl's calm voice sounded.

Vera snapped out of her stupor sharply:

 — Or maybe I should kick you the hell out? What's it to you? The money's paid, no work needed — that's great. Freebie.

 — And where will I go outside in the frost? — the girl parried.

 — There's a McDonald's nearby!

 — And what, you're suggesting I sit there for two hours?

 — I'm not suggesting anything, I just don't want to see you. This is my friend's bad joke!

Mila looked at her slyly and winked:

 — There's only a grain of truth in every joke, right?

 — How dare you?!! — Vera shouted, almost choking on the anger, feelings, and shame that washed over her simultaneously.

 — Alright… — the new acquaintance exhaled. — Let's do this. You let me in, I'll be quieter than water, lower than grass. We don't have to… ahem… do anything. If you want, you can offer me some wine. I'll give a toast in honor of your birthday. That is, I'll brighten your leisure time, nothing more. Agreed?

Vera looked at her intently and for a long time. And the girl was pretty. Sveta, the bitch, picked exactly right — a brunette with a bob… Big brown eyes, a small, sensual mouth… Even spa-tan… A cutie, in a word. But then again, a prostitute… Though clearly not a cheap one…

Vera locked the door.

 — Alright, get undressed…

 — Completely? — Mila immediately asked slyly, taking off her white fur coat. And, seeing the birthday girl's sharp look, quickly corrected herself: — I'm joking! Just joking!

They went into the living room, where the not-yet-cleared table stood. Mila picked up the opened bottle of red wine. Vera looked at her and couldn't believe this was happening in real life. A stunning girl was walking around her apartment, ready at any hint to bring her wildest fantasies to life… Mila noticed Vera's gaze and smiled:

 — 'Chardonnay' — not bad! May I have some? Let's have your glass too.

She took Vera's glass in such a way that their hands sort of accidentally touched. She noted with pleasure that Vera gave a slight, barely noticeable shudder at this. She closed her eyes and took a sip of the light liquid, tasting its full bouquet.

 — M-m-m, wonderful… — Mila said quietly. — Well, let's drink to all your most cherished dreams coming true. Such a beautiful girl should have everything wonderful in life.

 — Thank you… — They clinked glasses and took a sip, looking into each other's eyes.

Under that gaze, Vera felt