My Wet Girl in the Compartment, Not Only Mine. Part 1.

It was a hot July, so hot the asphalt was melting before our eyes. I was heading with my girlfriend Alice on a short vacation to my parents by the sea, to a coastal town. We got the train tickets at the last minute, seats were only in the general compartment, and, of course, top and bottom bunks.

I helped her carry the backpack, even though she always says she can manage on her own. Stubborn, just like me. We were after a fight — trivial things, as usual, but the tension was still hanging in the air.

We boarded after waiting at the station — a smelly platform, sticky hands, a headache from the heat and the crowd. She had on short shorts, a light, pale tank top, sunglasses on her head, a water bottle in her hands. Of course

she wasn't wearing a bra, she'd taken it off just five minutes into the ride in the stuffy minibus, so her nipples and the piercings on them were clearly visible through her tank top.

When we entered the compartment — I already knew I shouldn't have settled for these tickets instead of getting a luxury one. Two guys were sitting on the lower bunks. One was tanned, with a short haircut, a tank top with mysterious stains, a look like he was from the market where he'd first sell you some game and then bum a cigarette. The second was calmer but with that kind of face where you understand everything without words. Black tank top, tattoos up to his elbow, hands like a butcher's.

— Well, sweethearts, gonna ride with us? — the first one muttered, not even looking at me.

— Oh, a nice little chick, such a beauty is rare on a train, — added the second, winking vulgarly. I saw her displeasure, but only a flicker. She stayed silent, and something inside me was already itching. I clenched my teeth. She didn't say anything, just looked at me and sat down.

She sat opposite, pale as porcelain, that's her genetics, even in summer under the scorching sun, her skin was very fair. With the same short shorts she wore inexplicably high, so the outline of her buttocks was clearly visible. Hair — dark, brown, a bit messy, lips swollen from the heat, and her eyes looked past everyone, as if she didn't care that two jerks below were undressing her with their eyes. And I didn't know who I was angrier at, the guys looking at what wasn't theirs, or my girlfriend whose outfit as always said: "stare at me."

I stayed silent. But something inside me was already boiling. Not because of them. Because of her. Why was she silent? Why didn't she put them in their place? She's always so sharp. But here, zero reaction. Just looking out the window and sometimes squeezing my palm. As if pleading: "Don't make a scene."

— Well, friends, we're riding together for a while, let's at least get acquainted, — said the one in the tank top. – I'm Damir, this is Grisha. We're from Zaporizhzhia.

– Andrey, — I grumbled, not in the mood.

— And what's the little one's name? — Grisha leaned closer to her, demonstratively ignoring me.

She didn't have time to answer – I already said:

– This is my girlfriend. Her.

– Yeah, yours, — Damir snorted, — such a beauty, I'd sell my own mother to have her sitting next to me.

I looked at him. Not hostilely. Just evenly. But inside everything was boiling.

— Well, she's a beauty, why are you getting angry, brother, — Grisha continued, — don't be jealous, we're just talking. We're just curious how such a sweet candy ended up with such a… modest guy.

She looked at me. As if saying with her eyes — "don't, it's fine." But it wasn't fine. They were undressing her with words, gestures, and they didn't care that I was right there.

— You're glaring like that, brother, as if you forget that sometimes people's teeth aren't just for eating.

I leaned back. I didn't want a conflict, but I also wanted to stand up for myself, while the two guys were looking at Alice as if she were a new dish on the menu.

She just took the bottle and took a sip, a drop ran from her wet lips down her neck. And I noticed how both of them saw it.

And at that moment, when the train had just picked up speed, when the heat had melted every norm of politeness, I understood — this would be either a night of silent rage, or a very loud scene.

About two, maybe three hours passed. The train was rattling somewhere near Vinnytsia. The sun wasn't beating through the windows anymore, but the stuffiness didn't let up — the T-shirt was sticking to my back, and my patience — to my teeth. We had already talked (or rather, they had talked, I only occasionally inserted a couple of words) about everything: music, cities, army stories, some stupid "life" stories they were tossing back and forth, as if trying to impress Alice.

And, fuck, she was laughing. For real. Not politely but with that genuine smile of hers, where all her teeth show. But the limit of this evening was the following dialogue:

— Well, tell me, Alice, — Grisha said, wiping sweat from his neck, — you don't like those… strict, silent guys, do you? Honestly.

— Who likes them? — Damir chimed in. — Deadly boring.

Alice nodded, took a sip from a plastic cup. They had pulled out a murky bottle — either bootleg wine or moonshine. It reeked of alcohol and heat. At first she refused. Then — "okay, just a little." Then another sip. Then she started laughing. Everything became softer, stickier, closer to the edge.

— Well, 'boring' is a strong word. Just… sometimes you want someone who doesn't whine, but just is a man. And sometimes I want to be sweaty and wet not just from the heat…

Her gaze slid over me. Silently, coldly. From top to bottom.

— And what do you say, Andryusha? Are you our chief jealous guy here, or just listening and pretending everything's under control?

I stayed silent. I was disarmed, I didn't know how to behave. The person close to me suddenly started mocking me, now we weren't on the same team. Cold sweat was running down me.

— He's gonna blow up now, — Damir whispered in her ear, deliberately loud. — See how his jaw is working? I know guys like him, first they endure, and then… bam! and nothing.. — Grisha roared with laughter across the whole compartment.

She laughed.

Really laughed. And leaned closer to him, as if she wanted to say something back.

I felt the air in the compartment become thick again, like overheated tar.

— Maybe, Andryusha, you should go out for a smoke? — she said, sort of joking, but her voice was serious. — We'll chat a bit more with the guys here, you're so serious, better go breathe in the vestibule.

— Are you serious? — I whispered.

— What? They're interested in me. And you, it seems, are not.

This was no longer a game. This was a blow. And I didn't know what to do with myself, run away, knock their teeth out, or just accept it.

And they sat there as if at home. Sprawled out. With half-smiles. Confident that in a little while she'd be sitting on someone's lap.

I went out. The last thing I saw was Alice moving to sit on their bunk. The compartment door creaked shut behind me. For a second it was quiet. Just the hum of the train, the smell of sleepers, the dried-up rubber on the vestibule threshold.

I took out a cigarette, not even remembering where I got it. I don't smoke. But right now, I don't give a fuck.

The lighter trembled in my hand.

I stood and smoked. My hands were shaking. I was being torn apart inside. Jealousy pulsed in my temples like a warning light.

She's laughing with them. Leaning in. Drinking from their hands.

She, who used to get angry if someone even looked at her on the subway.

And now eye to eye with some trash.

I clenched my fists.

I wanted to burst in there and knock their teeth out. Just for the laughter. For the look. For how she said "Andryusha." So sweetly, what a mockery..

And then… something clicked inside.

Somewhere at the bottom of the rage, amidst the shaking, anger, and shame, a strange… Arousal flared up?

I didn't understand at first. Was it a glitch?

But I imagined her sitting between them. How they were looking at her.

How one of them, maybe, puts his arm around her. How her leg touches someone's. How she kisses. Or allows herself to be kissed. And I realized something was wrong with me.

I… liked it?

What the hell?..

I stubbed out the cigarette on the metal.

My heart was pounding like a cornered dog's. I went back to the compartment door. Put my hand on the handle and heard a sound.

Not a word. Not a voice. But something… wet. Soft.

Smacking. Giggles. Smacking again.

I froze. Paralyzed.

I yanked the door open sharply.

Inside, Alice was sitting on the lower bunk. Her leg was draped over Damir's knee.

She was laughing, and he was leaning towards her face. Grisha sat opposite, holding a cigarette near the window with a wild expression of amusement on his face.

I didn't see an explicit kiss. But I saw those eyes, her eyes, her red lips, wet lipstick, and Damir's hand on her thigh. And I didn't know if she was afraid I was coming in, or if she didn't care.

I stood.

Looked.

And I didn't know whether to shout, hit, or just go out again and jerk off in the toilet like a pervert, aroused by someone else's hands on his girlfriend.

I went in. The door slammed shut behind me. Inside it was quiet, but not really, tension hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Damir looked at me and calmly said:

— Listen, Andryukh, maybe you could leave us for fifteen minutes? Well, you can see for yourself — you're kind of in the way.

He smirked, and Grisha snorted.

Alice didn't object. Didn't frown. Didn't say a word.

Just sat there with her leg still on his knee, and looked as if this were normal.

I silently turned around and left. My heart was buzzing. I didn't even realize how I ended up in the vestibule. Took out a cigarette. The lighter trembled in my fingers. The smoke hit my nose again, my hands were icy, even though the carriage was baking from the summer sun.

My head was empty, but at the same time a complete mess. Anger, resentment, shame. And arousal. Strange, vile, animalistic. I thought I was going crazy.

A minute later the door behind me clicked softly. Grisha came out. Stood next to me, lit a cigarette.

— You're a normal guy, — he said, looking ahead. — You can tell right away — not a fool. But you gotta understand: this happens. It's not cheating. It's a game. She just wants to try being different, being real.

I didn't answer. He took a drag, continued:

— If you want my advice, don't interfere. Let her feel that everything is possible. And then decide if she's yours or not.

He exhaled smoke and went back inside as if nothing had happened.

And I stayed. Stood there, not moving. My mind was spinning: "let her feel everything."

I knew what was happening in there right now. Didn't hear exactly, but I knew.

And for some reason, I didn't go in.

Not because I was afraid.

Because I wanted to know how far she would go without me.

I stood, now near the compartment, as if nailed down. The vestibule was stuffy, the lamp above the door flickered as if mocking. I leaned against the partition again, then froze.

A sound came from the compartment. Muffled, wet. A click. And another. As if someone moved sharply and not very carefully. Then a short female exhale. My brain recognized that sound immediately. I'd heard it before, but not like this. Not from the outside.

— No no, little one, that won't do, I can feel how wet you are, but I want to enjoy something else.. — Damir was giving orders as if it were his right, — Get on your knees, slut..

I couldn't believe what was happening, I heard Alice obediently get on her knees, I clearly heard the sound of pants being unzipped. And then wet slurping, as if someone was eagerly eating ice cream. But that wasn't enough for Damir, judging by how Alice started choking, he took control into his own hands. She coughed, gagged, spat, I was sure saliva was running down her tank top.

— There you go, bitch, this is what you wanted, — followed by a clear slap.

Then Grisha's voice. Muffled, but distinct:

— Quieter-quieter, he might come back.

— Let him, — her voice. Hoarse, drunk, brazen, breathy. — Fuck him.

— You're really his girl, huh? — someone chuckled. — I'm starting to doubt it. Alright.. lie down, come on, I can already see how you're breaking.

Laughter again.

Then another sound. Soft, like a body moving on the seat. I heard a short gasp. Not from pain. From something else.

My heart stopped.

I stood, pressed against the door, holding my breath. Images surfaced in my head. I didn't want to see them, but my brain drew them itself. It drew her in their hands. It drew her throwing her head back. It drew her moaning, trying not to scream. It drew them pressing her down, him entering her. It drew her allowing it.

— Fuck, it's so tight in here, it's like you've never had a dick in you.. — Damir continued, and I heard him spit to lubricate his cock more.

— Shut up, that idiot is probably standing by the door. — Grisha's quiet voice.

— Go distract him or something, I can't relax — Alice continued.

— You're such a slut… you want this yourself..

Everything tightened hard inside. How arousal flared stronger than rage. How I no longer knew if I wanted to take her back, or… Watch to the end. But I didn't want to just leave, I wanted to at least hear.

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