Vadim Petrovich came to school, as always, half an hour before the start of classes. I went into the office. Scrolled in my head a lesson plan. Turned over the checked work.

There was a lesson in the ninth "B". The class was “difficult”, but Vadim liked it. It may be because he himself once studied in a difficult class (teachers brought a lot of trouble, but they were friendly, they still meet). And maybe because the girls in the class got pretty and matched his aesthetic taste.

He, in general, loved this age of fifteen to sixteen. Age, when right before the eyes of teenage girls turned into young girls - ripe, fresh, filled with juice. When pleasant circles began to form on their bodies and, what Vadim Petrovich especially loved, the legs began to acquire perfect outlines.

At this age, schoolgirls still put on short skirts and were already wearing nylon tights. This combination led Vadim Petrovich to delight. The lesson for him flew by like one second, when some student gave the opportunity to devour her eyes with her slender legs in pantyhose.

Schoolgirls fell in love with him, as female students fall in love with a young teacher. But Vadim did not allow anything extra. Although at the dawn of his pedagogical activity he allowed very risky episodes.

Vadim began his career in a remote taiga settlement, where after graduation from the institute he was sent to distribute. The school was small, in classes of ten to fifteen people. An excellent starting point for a brilliant career as a teacher - an innovator!

There, in the seventh grade, there was a hooligan girl named Katya. Beautiful girl, enjoyed in the class unquestioned authority.

And so, on one of the first lessons, Vadim sat down on her knees. Of course, he was confused. Idiotic situation. The girl has a school uniform, from which she has long grown and tights - a spectacular nymphet eye!

Vadim Petrovich put his hand on Katino's thigh and began stroking the nylon-covered girl's flesh - he did not invent anything better! And with the other hand he continued to write something in a journal, not understanding what he was writing. From all these acute experiences member Vadim Petrovich stood up and rested against the girl's buttock. Praise be to Allah, no one entered the class at this climax. And then, on this end, the glorious pedagogical career of a young specialist, Vadim Petrovich Doronin, would end.

The girl sat and returned to the desk. But Vadim could not get out of the table for a long time, as he rightly believed that the bulge on his trousers would be immediately noticed by the students.

After this episode, no one else landed on Vadim's knees, although he would not mind again experiencing such thrills. Quite often he chose Katerina as the object of his sexual fantasies (he read Nabokov). But in real life, nothing like this happened.

The teacher in the village always enjoys special respect, so to Vadim, a very young guy, all, without exception, addressed by the name of the patronymic. It looked rather curious. And very soon the nickname “Petrovich” stuck to it.

A year later, a student Olga appeared in the school. When Vadim saw her, he was fascinated. In a gray strict suit with a skirt, just above the knee, in gray pantyhose, and her face and figure she was very similar to Julia Roberts.

Our Petrovich, of course, did everything to win her heart. And bodybuilding in the school gym, and hit her imagination with his intellect and erudition, and played the guitar and sang songs of his own composition. He saw, with what enthusiastic eyes Olga looked at him, he understood that the girl was ready. But, due to natural shyness, I could not take the first step.

Finally, it happened when, after a disco at a local club, they were in each other's arms.After the first kiss, Vadim knelt, his head disappeared under Olginoy skirt. His cheek pressed against a thin nylon-covered thigh and began to move up and down the leg. His hands were turning a similar operation on the back of Olga’s delightful hips. Vadik was at the top of bliss! He embraced beautiful legs in pantyhose! And I was going to stretch this pleasure a little longer.

And Olga was clearly puzzled by such unconventional behavior of Petrovich. Finally, the head came out from under the skirt, and the owner of the head expressed a desire to undress his beloved. Vadim slowly but surely, as if he always did it, undid the buttons on his belt, and the skirt slid down. Then he rid the body of the girl from the jacket, blouse and bra. Before him stood a beauty in her panties and pantyhose! After admiring somewhat on this marvelous sight, Petrovich removed these items from the girl’s toilet.

Then came the night of love, followed by no continuation. Why? Olya was not a stupid girl and probably realized that Vadim did not love her, but the tights on her. And maybe for some other reason. Who knows.

Soon the practice ended, and Olga disappeared forever from the life of Petrovich.

A year later, two girls were sent to the school with info. The girls, unlike the philologist Olga, did not differ in a special level of intelligence and bore the same name - Irina.

Irina Stanislavovna is a slender girl about sixty meters tall with a luxurious head of brown hair. Her face would look beautiful if it were not for the overly large chin (in Vadim’s opinion).

Irina Sergeevna was a little lower than her friend, but “in the body”. She wore a short haircut and had a very expressive look.

Petrovich, of course, helped the girls in everything. And at school - as an already experienced teacher. And at home - chop firewood, flood the stove, and pour water. He had no feelings for the two Ira. Then unhappy, unrequited love for another girl ate him.

Her name was Marina. She studied in the city and came to the village for the weekend. Petrovich for the first time so ill a woman. She needed from Vadim purely friendly relations, no more. And after each meeting with him he experienced such pain somewhere inside that he fell into a severe depression.

It was an obsession that almost broke Vadim. He understood that he needed to forget this girl. But he did not break with Marina, still hoping for something.

Trying to distract from the relentless thoughts about Marina, Vadim spent a lot of time in the company of two girls.

For Irina Stanislavovna practice ended a week earlier, and she left. We agreed that Vadim would bring a bag with things to her in a hostel when he went home for the weekend.

In the dormitory, Petrovich waved the red crust of some kind of identification card in front of the watchman's eyes with a familiar movement and safely passed the checkpoint.

I met Ira Vadim in a pink bathrobe, white tights with seam and white shoes. Has offered coffee. We sat at the table, chatted about trivia. Then Vadim started to leave - there was a lot of work.

And then the girl opened her robe, shrugged her shoulders, - the robe splashed at her feet.

Petrovich froze, eagerly devouring the picture before him. These were not tights, but stockings!

White stockings with a seam, stretched on Ira's slender legs, were supported by a white lace belt! White lace panties over the belt! On the chest white lace bra!

All this harness on the body of the girl looked very exciting. Vadim began to untie the already worn shoes.

“So that's why she walks around the room in her shoes! And this fresh makeup. She was waiting for me, prepared! What awesome underwear! ”- Swept through Vadim’s head.

He could not even dream of seeing something similar to anyone. It was the last year of perestroika. Even the essentials could only be bought with coupons. And here in front of Petrovich was a girl, equipped with a full set of luxury, sexy lingerie.

Our hero pulled the jumper over his head, took off his shirt and t-shirt, ...