French eggs

French eggs

Gleb Karpinsky

© Gleb Karpinsky, 2025

ISBN 978-5-0067-9704-8

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Last day in Tenerife

The day didn’t go well from the very beginning, and apparently the evening didn’t go well either. He satat Harry’‘s Barand stared blankly down at the main fountain of the Safari Center playing with a variety of colors. Pablo had seen all this thousands of times before and didn’t understand the enthusiastic looks of tipsy tourists. There were a lot of people. Everyone was having fun, someone was dancing, and he had cats scratching at his soul. He was down the last hundred, and he still had to stop byBotany’sand order some Thai food. So he wanted to appease his beloved, who was waiting for him at home. She loved something with chili pepper.

When he returns, Sosa will meet him as usual. After doing yoga, she will be nice and obedient. After the shower, she will meet him with wet black hair, home-made light pants and a white T-shirt, through which her young breasts show through, and she will certainly be in pink slippers that he gave her recently because he was tired of others. She would meet him without reproach and give him a soft kiss on the lips when he handed her a bag of restaurant food. Sosa would then ask him if he had passed the English exam, but she would ask him for decency’s sake. He would probably say something rude to her, and she would smile and say that he would definitely pass next year. And then she would go quietly to the TV for dinner, and he, Pablo, quite drunk and angry, would fall on the sofa next to her, sucking the last of the beer from the bottle, and watch these stupid TV shows too, until he fell asleep in the middle of the movie. Although it seems that the last time he fell asleep was at the very beginning.

Pablo turned to look at the man who had joined him at Harry’s. There were no seats available, and he allowed it, although it was possible to refuse. Pablo was about to leave, but the guy started bragging about his adventures, trying to cheer up Pablo, as he did not hide his bad mood.

“You have no idea how much she sucks.” It’s a bomb, baby! He clapped Pablo familiarly on the shoulder. “No, no!” You have no idea! You definitely need to relax, look at these chicks… WithMotri, look, they like you, buddy.

Pablo couldn’t help but glance across the table to where two gorgeous blondes were sitting over glasses of wine. They were dressed in very revealing outfits: short skirts, high-heeled shoes. All this was familiar to Pablo. The blondes whispered among themselves and giggled at the attentions of his unknown black friend.

He asked for the bill and paid it off.

“No, no, baby. You have no idea… It doesn’t just suck, it consumes you, drains you whole… the African shouted at him.

And if it weren’t for the loud music drowning out this laudable nonsense, Pablo would have been very uncomfortable. He sighed heavily, hurried away from prying eyes, and was glad that he quickly caught a taxi.

“The fact that I didn’t pass the exam, probably everyone already knows. Well, just think 45 euros minus. I’ll get over it, I’ll spend less time hanging out in bars and spending more money on taxis.”

Pablo worked as a math teacher at a Tenerife public school. Every year, he tried to pass the English language exam and get a certificate. This would allow him to receive a salary supplement of 45 euros. Not so much, but this is a crisis, and every euro counts. He used to work in a private school, but they didn’t pay much, although the students were better and more obedient, and the parents were more adequate, and here it was a real nightmare. He liked working. But there was a lot of fuss at this school. Migrant children were particularly bothered. They did not understand anything, were disobedient and tactless, and, moreover, did not know the language well.

I don’t have any nerves, Pablo thought through his slumber. “I’d rather go to the mainland.” They say there’s a job there. But what about Sosa? You can’t take her with you. She has her studies here, and yoga, and girlfriends. And how will his parents react to his possible move? No, no! Tenerife is the best. Damn exam!”

When Pablo got home, the lights were off. In front of the door, he searched for his keys for a long time.

“Is Sosa sleeping or just saving the light? Electricity bills have been coming in crazy lately.”

Pablo cautiously entered the room, thinking that Sosa was sleeping on the sofa, gently hugging a pillow, but there was no one there. He was very upset by this, but he tried not to make a scandal and just dialed her number. Over the muffled hum of the music, he heard a voice that was familiar to his ears.

“Pablo, no offense. My friends and I stayed too long here, I don’t have time to get to you, I’ll spend the night at my mother’s. I kiss you, I love you!

Pablo sat down on the sofa. He was so damn hungry that he wished he’d gone to a Thai restaurant, and beer alone wasn’t enough. He went into the kitchen, made himself a sandwich, and poured himself an iced tea. Then he went into the room and sat down in front of the flickering monitor. Logged in to the chat. It was an internal chat among his acquaintances in Tenerife and colleagues at work. It was late, and most of them were just sleeping. He wanted to call Sosa again and tell her how much he missed her, but decided against it. The only person who was awake and chatting was Elisa, the new history teacher. Pablo frowned. He remembered the striking woman, the way she looked, the commanding, stern voice. She was 45 years old, 15 years older than him. A red-haired, curly-haired beast. She had no children, never married, and seemed to be a sex addict. It showed in everything: the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she dressed.

She lived a five-minute walk from his house. Once a week, on his way to work, he met her at the bus stop. She usually nodded at his greeting and wasn’t very talkative. In the morning, when a full bus pulled up, he politely let Alice pass in front of him and watched her firm buttocks work vigorously as she climbed the steps to the salon. At that moment, he couldn’t help but imagine what she was like in bed. And this vulgar thought made him uneasy, but it distracted him from the exam, from the problems at work and at home.

Pablo justified his lust by saying that he wasn’t quite happy yet, that until he passed the exam, he could think about such things. Standing in front of her, holding on to the rail and exchanging simple phrases with her, such as” the wind is blowing on the sea today “or"the palm trees in Tenerife are the most beautiful”, he boldly admired her beautiful face, her large blueeyes, like the Atlantic Ocean. He liked the way she sometimes licked her thin lips as she tried to think of an answer. His eyes also fell on her white, swan-like neck, but most of all, he loved her red, curly curls, which she often wore in childish pigtails.

And then yesterday he had touched her, touched her, which was very unlike him. The bus was traveling in a circular motion, and the interior tilted slightly. Then a lock of red curly hair fell around Alice’s neck, and he gently adjusted it as she stared off into the distance. She didn’t seem to notice the touch, and he couldn’t pull his hand away from her until she told him to.

“No, no!” No need.

Why did it take him so long to pull his hand away, and why did it take her so long to stop him? They rode in silence for a while, and he thought about it and couldn’t find an answer. He might have adjusted that curl in a friendly way, but why didn’t she immediately respond to his touch, why did she even close her eyes for a moment and lick her sweet lips as she tried to speak?

At this late hour, he asked her about it, feeling that he had every right to know the truth. Alice replied that his fingers were very sensual and she was extremely pleased, so she did not immediately push him away. He seemed satisfied with the answer and was about to leave the chat when she suddenly asked him.

“Big or small?”

This unexpected impertinence on the part of this spectacular, confident woman threw him off balance, trespassed on his personal space, and stripped off his hateful mask of propriety. He felt a strong arousal and attraction to the one who was being impertinent to him.

“Big,” he said honestly.

Elisacertainly knew that he had a girlfriend, who he was practically married to, and who lived at his house, but she still asked. And it threw him out of the saddle, even if imperfect, but family life. Just as a rock from under the wheels of an overtaking car ricochets into the windshield of an overtaking car, so this question left a crack in his decency-weary soul. They were ahead of him, he was the wingman in this unusual game.

He waited for more provocative questions, and they came.

– When you have sex with a woman, do you love from behind or from the front?

Pablo tried to recall his own preferences, but his drunken head wasn’t thinking straight.

“Either way,” he said, although he preferred the back position. He liked to take his girlfriend’s hair from behind, wrap it around her arm, and feel her bend to his will as he entered her.

“Do you shave there?” Alice asked him.

“Why do you ask?” What is the problem?

– I like the smell when you take it with your mouth, when it’s big and goes all the way to your throat, I can’t help but feel intimacy, and the more pronounced it is, the better. This smell drives me crazy, turns me on, and almost simultaneously with the taste of semen in my mouth, I have a wave, a wave without hands and some kind of stimulation. This wave is not transmitted in any way. It’s magic. Don’t wash today.

He didn’t answer her and unwittingly unbuttoned his fly. The erection was so strong that he needed space. Such an unreal late-night conversation, and what will happen next time in the morning, when they look into each other’s eyes at the bus stop, as if there was no such vulgar correspondence.

“I also like,” Alice continued, teasing his imagination, “to put strawberries and cream on my nipples, or ice… Do you like strawberries with cream?

Pablo thought that maybe she was just as drunkas he was. Everyone has the right to do so. Could it be that someone died at her place?

“Today wasn’t a good day,” he texted her, trying to justify her ignorant abuse of him. But Alice insisted.

– Come to me, I’m waiting, only I will dominate.

He was taken aback by her audacity. He wanted to put her in her place. The tearing flesh told him how to do it. He began to dress hurriedly. He had never been so seduced before. Never before had he desired a woman so much.

“I know where you live, Elisa, and I’ll come!” – he wrote her sharply, – but only I will dominate!

Almost running, Pablo ran out into the street and hurried to her house. From a distance, he could see a light burning in her window. As he drew closer, he noticed that Alice waved imperiously for him to come up to her immediately. Pablo grinned. He didn’t wave back, because he was angry at her for provoking him, for pushing him to cheat, and now he was here instead of sleeping on the couch. Right now, he was ready to punish her.

“This bitch will remember for the rest of her life who Pablo is.”

As he walked, he had a hard-on. So long, perhaps, he never stood, and in these sacred moments in his fate, when he climbed the stairs to her, when he rang the doorbell and pushed the open door with his foot, all this time he was in action…

“Elisa, where are you?” – Stop it! “he shouted menacingly, stepping into the corridor and undressing as he went, listening to the sounds of the night.

In the back room, Alice’s bedroom, the lights were on and aggressive music was playing softly. The apartment was very smoky, and Pablo was surprised because Elisa was a non-smoker.

Well, she must have gone all out, he decided.

In the bedroom, in front of a large bed with a purple sheet, he saw Alice in a thick cloud of cigarette smoke. He recognized her red hair immediately, this time in two pigtails. She was wearing a police cap. Alice had small breasts, a small waist, and well-developed thighs and legs, which were made slim and elegant by wearing stylish thigh-high boots with high heels. A belt with a heavy holster was wrapped around her bare waist. There was a gun in the holster. But Pablo didn’t think much of it. What worried him most was the whip in the woman’s hand, and the way ash fell from the lit cigarette held between those red, thin lips. It fell like snow on the gleaming wrought-iron toe of his boot. She stretched out her slender leg, inviting Pablo to sit down next to her. Pablo hesitated.

“Come here,” she ordered, the cigarette still smoking between her lips. And Pablo was very scared…

Chocolate bar for Snow White

It was deep autumn. The sky was filled with gray and endless fog. He whirled around like someone invisible and big was interfering with eggnog. The yolk of the sun had fallen on the edge of the forest and was slowly trickling down to the bare ground. It would soon be dark. Snow White was still standing by the small wooden house. It was an old, lonely house, with a low ceiling and a low door that creaked in the faint breeze. She also thought that very small people must have lived here. But I didn’t dare go in without permission, even though the house was abandoned and the area was deserted. She stared at the small windows with their green-carved shutters, at the grape bush that had just shed its leaves. Small black bunches still hung on it, touched by frost and sparrows.

“Yes, it should be very beautiful here in the summer, fabulous,” said Snow White, looking up at the roof. “And the brick chimney of the stove is still there. What beautiful tiles! Probably handmade.

The tiles were really very beautiful, perfectly laid, covered with lichen and a few autumn leaves. In places, the beams were sagging with age, making the roof itself look like a chocolate-colored, rolling sea.

The cottage itself stood on the edge of a large circular lake, with a cobblestone road and a low wooden fence blocking the way. There was also a gate that allowed the inhabitants of this house to go out to the water. Another paved road led down from the cottage between two slopes and disappeared behind the hills. And most of all, Snow White was surprised by the trees growing on these slopes. They were tall, staggered trees with black trunks reaching up to the sky, their branches equally black and long. From a distance, these plantings resembled porcupine quills, and looked very impressive.

“I wonder if these trees bear fruit?” she thought as she set off. And the lower it went, the warmer and windless it became. The hills on either side protected it from the dampness of the lake and the light but chilly wind.

Along the road where Snow White was walking, the grass was green and thick. It looked as if someone had cut her hair before the girl arrived. Before that, she was so even. Snow White imagined that there should be a lot of flowers here in the summer. She loved flowers, especially when men gave them to her. And just as she thought of men, she suddenly saw Him. He stood alone in the distance of this road, waiting for her. She hesitated, not knowing what to do. The stranger was standing so far away from her that she could barely make out his silhouette. The darkness was creeping up on Snow White, she was getting scared, her legs wouldn’t obey…

She woke up in her own bed. Outside the window, the hot Madrid sun was shining. Roderigomust have gone out this morning to get some chocolate. It was becoming a habit with him. Every morning before work, run to the corner store and buy her real French chocolate.

“Mmmm,” she licked her thin lips, anticipating how she would lick them with pleasure.

Snow White recently turned thirty. She was originally from Russia. I came to Spain five years ago to study English. The country of bullfighting and flamenco immediately appealed to her. In addition, she knew good English, and in Spain at that time there were clearly not enough good specialists. She was offered a job as an English teacher at a private school in Madrid, and she gladly accepted, having completed the relevant documents. It was then that new friends and just acquaintances called her Snow White. And this fabulous nickname stuck with her for a long time. She had very pale skin, pale to the point of obscenity, which was not even affected by the hot southern sun. To somehow smooth out the impression, Snow White used French creams of the category “trtr’s claire”, which she was always given on occasion and for no reason. For all that, she was a beautiful girl, smart and, most notably, with an opinion of her own. Snow White was kindof informal. She didn’t care what people said about her in public, and she liked to break down stereotypes. For example, to come to a party and not drink vodka, as all Russians do. She also loved chocolate and ate so much of it that her fiance, Rodrigo, had to open a sweet shop at the right time. Wherever she was, she celebrated chocolate and recommended it to all unmarried women as an equivalent substitute for men. She was brown-haired, with thin hair that fell to her narrow shoulders. Sometimes she put them in a bun on her head, piercing them with a pencil or knitting needle. She was indifferent to her clothes. All these tricks that women use to attract the attention of the male sex, I considered vulgar, except that I had a passion for expensive leather shoes. Among her musical preferences, she liked to listen to Italian music: madrigal, caccia, ballata, but not Celentano. She didn’t take the latter for the fact that he starred in one inappropriate film. Sometimes Rodrigo he even left the house on plausible excuses, rather than listen to these various trills, from which he was already shaking a lot.

When Snow White had a dream about a small house on the shore of a picturesque lake, she spent a long time trying to solve it, basking alone in bed. She found contradictions in this wonderful dream, because in real life she loved cities, large cultural centers, museums. Yes, and at the end of the dream, the appearance of a strange type in male form, why would it? No, no! Without chocolate, nothing good comes to her sweet head. And when the front door opened and she heard footsteps, she called out impatiently:

“Roderigo, is that you?” I’m already awake.

But it wasn’t Rodrigo. A tall, unfamiliar man appeared in the doorway, carrying a leather valise and wearing sunglasses. He was casual and even defiant. He smiled at Snow White, seeing how he was giving her the impression of undisguised horror, and she even opened her mouth in confusion.

“Roderigo gave me the keys,” the intruder tossed them deftly up, and they were caught just as deftly with a clink.

– why? What happened to Rodrigo? Snow White said, moving back against the wall and covering her naked body with a pillow. – Who are you?”

It wasn’t shame that covered her face. She didn’t feel any shame at all. For the most part, all her actions towards men were provocative in nature with elements of superiority over them. Whether she was aware of it or not was unknown, but habit often worked in such situations.

The stranger didn’t answer quickly. He seemed to like the understatement. He was enjoying it and smiling. Snow White stared at him in disbelief, trying to figure out how the man had come to see her. He didn’t look like a maniac or a burglar. He looked as if he was going to the sea, completely unconcerned, with a valise. The man was in the prime of life. In good physical shape. Such machos especially liked Snow White. Shorts, flip-flops, and a white linen T-shirt with an open neckline showing off her developed breasts. He took off his sunglasses and Snow White looked at his face. It was not typical of a Spaniard.

“Roderigo won’t come again,” the stranger said at last.

“Why won’t he come?” who are you?

“Call me a Wizard. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot…

And he deftly threw a jar of chocolate ice cream on the bed, which fell at Snow White’s feet.

– Your favorite. Eat up.

Snow White looked at the ice cream, then at the person who threw it. She wanted to be indignant. She didn’t let anyone treat her that way. As if she were a dog or worse, but to buy time, to lull this intruder’s guard down and maybe even sneak out into the street, scream, call the police-she had to play by his rules, and she reached for the ice cream. Besides, she really wanted chocolate. Chocolate was a great stress reliever.

Her hands were shaking a little as she opened the jar. There was a small plastic spoon, and Snow White used it to scoop out the chocolate candy. The chocolate melted pleasantly in my mouth. In her pleasure, she forgot even for a second about the fear and excitement associated with this strange man. That’s why, when a piece of ice cream fell on her bare knee, she, a lover of cleanliness and order, gently waved it with her finger and brought it to her parted lips. Then, as she licked them and sucked on her finger, she was completely lost in pleasure, although somewhere deep in her soul she knew that she was provoking the guest, teasing him. She always did that in front of men, and she loved it.

“Delicious?” “What is it?” the Wizard asked, and she knew, as if by some fifth instinct, that he wanted her to share it with him. She didn’t want to share, but some sudden sense of propriety made her change her rules.

“Will you?” she offered him a heaping spoon.

“That’s very kind of you,” he leaned over and licked the ice cream appetizingly while Snow White held the spoon in her hand.

She suddenly wondered why the stranger had called himself a Wizard.

– How did you know that chocolate is my favorite? – What is it? “she asked.

He looked at her with a smile, as she deftly copes with this ice cream.

“Well, just a kid, by God!” he thought to himself.

“All your preferences, all your likes and dislikes, were told to me by your ex-fiance,” he told her.

“What do you mean, ex?” And what right did he have to talk to anyone about me? Snow White was indignant. – Did you beat me at cards with him?”

When she asked questions, it was obvious that she didn’t care about the answers. All this was done in order to fill the pause while eating sweets.

“I need to get dressed,” she finally said, looking him straight in the eye.

“Yes, that’s right. We need to get ready, “he told her, and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking around. “The car’s down, the ocean’s waiting for us.

“What makes you think I’m going anywhere with you?” Snow White wondered at the intruder’s impudence. – Since when do you dispose of me as a possession?” Who gave you the right to invade my bedroom in the first place? Are you out of your mind?

All the questions she rightly asked him didn’t work on him. On the contrary, with each such question, he was getting closer and closer to her. Snow White tried to pull away, but her back hit the wall. The Wizard looked at her, at her chocolate-smeared lips.

– Vous avez quelque chose d’unique, de très beau, dans le visage. He said it in French, which meant “You have a very pretty face.”

Snow White recently took a French course. And this lively speech coming from the mouth of a man, even if he was impudent and tactless, undoubtedly aroused her respect for him.

“Votre français est pire que vous le dites… (Your French is worse than you think),” she said, putting him in his place, although she liked the stranger’s pronunciation terribly.

“Of course,” he smiled at her. – I’m French.” Let’s get ready. We’re going to my mother’s place in Landy. There are wild beaches and a wonderful pine forest.

He suddenly noticed that Snow White was breathing excitedly and smiled as he touched the back of his hand to her bare chest.

“It’s not because of you,” she told him sharply, feeling her nipples harden involuntarily. “Chocolate always has that effect on me. Especially if it’s good French chocolate.

“That’s it,” said the Wizard. “My mother makes it wonderfully with cinnamon.” Get ready now.