Even on the approach to school, Natasha felt that something very unpleasant had happened. And this unpleasant concern her personally. She noticed how the face of the assistant, Praskovya Fyodorovna, the sweetest woman who usually noticed Natasha, blurred in a smile, waved a friendly hand and actively nodded her head, radiating warm sympathy for the young teacher, disappeared in the window on the first floor. The girls from the 5th "B", a merry chirping flock rushing to the schoolyard, stumbled upon their "little bitch" and instantly fell silent, embarrassed and, as it seemed to Natasha, even reddened. She walked along the school corridor, physically feeling around her some kind of field of ringing ominous tension. She faced Nadey, a “biologist,” who, like Natasha, worked at the school for the second year and with whom they had a most friendly relationship, approached the teacher’s approach. Natasha silently drilled a question to her friend - “What !?” That, trying to give her face a serene expression, as if to say - “What are you talking about, Natashka?” Still could not stand it - her eyes started running, a lascivious little smile appeared on her face. With the greatest effort she gave him (face) some sort of concern and whispered fiercely.

- “Hatashka, well, you got involved! Why was photographed then? They, fools, dragged them to school, and Margarita grabbed them from Shestopalov. Now she’s got it from Viktor Sergeyevich valerian. He has already called the BOWER. At 9.15 a teachers' council was appointed! ”

She said something else, but Natasha did not hear her. In my head rang. She swayed, but quickly coped with a sudden weakness. Together they went to the female toilet, where a flock of high school girls, in a hurry, put out the underdrinked bullheads, mockingly grinning, rushed past them into the corridor. Hadya managed to grab one of them in the ass and requisition from that pair of cigarettes, for herself and her friend. They silently smoked. Natasha was staring tensely out the window, and Hope quietly watched her. Breast, legs, ass! Great! I wonder how they are there, one by one or all at once? And how strict, some "couples" only puts. Yes! At least once invited.

“What ... was there ... was it?”, With difficulty, Natasha squeezed out of herself with a cloud of smoke, hoping as a miracle that not the most candid shots caught the public eye. A friend was embarrassed at first, but then her eyes sparkled, she became more and more excited and began to describe what she had time to look at. Hope for a miracle evaporated after the first words of a friend.

Natasha listened in silence. The confusion passed. In the chest grew annoyance and anger. Annoyance at myself, twenty-five, loving old fool, and anger at them - young cynical scum. How much she invested in them. Soul and heart! Even bodies ... Sincerity and kindness are the qualities she wanted to instill in them. And it worked! At first one, and then the others were ready for anything for the sake of their queen. Goddess! Not a single concert, not a single exhibition, not a single performance was let through. And what disputes flared up in her small cozy one-room apartment! They talked about everything. Excitingly, sincerely, frankly, despising hypocrisy and hypocrisy. Yes, she was in love. She could not not love them. They were young, gullible and not spoiled. They eagerly absorbed what she said. In their eyes, she saw sincere admiration for her, they read the divine passion and desires invested in man by the Creator. She could not lie to them and to all of their naive (as it seemed to her, this is what a fool!) She tried to answer the questions as sincerely and honestly as possible. Body? Yes, it is beautiful. It is beautiful! He is sung by poets and artists. Relationship between a man and a woman? Sexual relationship? Yes, they serve not only to continue the race. They give inspiration and happiness. Someday you will understand it, but for now just remember my words. Want to understand it now? Well, then take a pencil and paper.Here is a female body in front of you. Draw. Drawing is the only way to show others the world, as you see it. And the only opportunity to look at the world with other people's eyes ...

Then they all looked at their own creations. “How different and talented they are,” the cool teacher thought with love.

Later they began to use the camera - to work out the individual moments of the composition. White spots began to appear abundantly on the carpet - the result of irrepressible and poorly managed youthful desires. When the “eternal topic” was touched on and separate biblical scenes were dismantled in detail, the question of some sanctimonious prohibitions was dropped by itself. Laughing, fooling around. Playing strip cards ...

... Natasha arched her back a little. The pain inside in this position became a bit smaller. Still, in vain she allows them, all three, to have sex with her. But how can she single out one of them. Volodya, of course, is a bit more mature and it would be quite possible to have a more serious relationship with him, but where are you going to get away from these two? The divisions, envy, jealousy and friendship will end, and this is one of the most beautiful human relationships. Although on the other hand, how can you call their relationship. The fourth circle has already gone, and there is no end in sight. While the third is ending - the second is already rising, and the first is already standing upright, already pulsing ...

She was distracted and listened to her friend's choking whisper, reliving her frustration over and over again.

... Volodya finished, splashing out another portion of sperm in the depths of the vagina, Oleg immediately took his place and began clumsily poking the slippery wet head into the teacher's buttocks. Natasha felt large, heavy drops flowing down her legs. She bent harder, stretched out his hand, caught a member and wanted to send it into a close rubbed hole. However, as soon as she grabbed the tight elastic member of the young man, she immediately felt a hot abundant liquid running down her arm. Friends cheered cheerfully at their inexperienced comrade; Oleg was embarrassed and blushed - again failed. Natasha felt sorry for the boy and she, having besieged the third rushed to her turn, gently said: - “Nothing, try once more”. Oleg, putting a slightly fallen but not lost elastic member to the wet vagina, introduced him into the female body. Natasha felt how already inside he became hard and thick again and after several sharp convulsive movements the semen's fountain triumphantly discharged exactly where he was supposed to ...

- “Well, that's enough,” - Natasha abruptly, with anger, put out her cigarette butt on the windowsill and resolutely went to the teacher’s room. With her appearance, a ringing silence prevailed.

- "Good morning, Margarita Tikhonovna, good morning, Victor Sergeevich." She went to her desk, took out a sheet of paper. In an even, beautiful handwriting in the middle of the page, she wrote - “Statement ...”

Noise did not raise. All issued quickly and quietly.

For a whole week, Natasha did not leave the house, did not communicate with anyone, did not call anyone, and did not even answer the phone. Out of the window, putting out the light, she saw three dark silhouettes looming in the courtyard. Then there were two of them, and after two days only one. “Dummy, he will be kicked out of school for passes,” a woman thought with maternal care. Sharply, once again, the phone rang. Natasha uncertainly picked up the phone

- “Natalia Igorevna, you are disturbed by the personnel department of the Ministry of Higher and Secondary Education. In the methodological department of primary and secondary classes vacancy is vacant. You were recommended for the position of deputy head of department. If today you have no other offers, you are waiting ... "

“Okay, I'll be there”, the woman answered quietly, put the phone down and went to the window again. It was drizzling rain, a lone silhouette loomed in the same place.

- "get wet, stupid." Dropping a raincoat over her shoulders she hurried into the darkness of the oncoming night.