This story happened the year before. Then I studied at the fifth year of the Polytechnic Institute and was already working on the department as an assistant. I took labs at freshmen, and besides that I provided paid services to students ... I was engaged in tutoring, preparing for exams, doing term papers. The latter was not officially welcomed, but there was information among students, and my services were in demand. Of course, I had a certain salary.

Then one day I, as usual, sat in the laboratory after classes, and took jobs from lagging students. I left the office for a few minutes, and it turned out that a freshman was waiting for me near the door - my potential client. It turned out that she was just shy to go to the laboratory to contact me with her problem.

- Excuse me, can I have you for a couple of minutes?

- I'm listening, what problems?

- Coursework on electrical engineering.

- Do you need to fully prepare the project? And what is the deadline for delivery?

- No no. I have already started to do it myself, but I can’t get the calculation. The data does not converge with the graphs, in general, something does not go. I heard you give advice.

I caught myself thinking that I had not seen this student before. Just did not pay attention. But, I must say, she was more than pretty, and I immediately noted about myself. There are not many such girls in the institute. Beautiful, slightly dark face, long dark brown hair slightly lower than shoulders, charming smile, cool figure, slender tanned legs. She modestly stood in front of me in white short shorts and a yellow tight-fitting T-shirt. I noted with pleasure that I can not admire her.

- Yes, yes, of course, I give advice. If you want, let's agree. No problem, I added.

- And when is more convenient for you?

- You can even tonight.

- No, today I can not do it. And tomorrow?

- Well, you will come to me tomorrow after seven (I got a fountain pen to drop in the address).

- And how much will it cost?

- Let's first see what exactly the problem is (I have already decided to myself that I will not take any money from this first-year student), if not very difficult - then ... well, let's see, I don’t know yet.

- Thank you very much. Then tomorrow I will be with you - she smiled inimitably - if it is convenient for you.

- I told you - there will be no problems.

- Thanks again. Goodbye — there was a slight embarrassment on her face.

- Till tomorrow!

She straightened her purse on her shoulder and walked down the hall toward the stairs. I could not resist, so as not to look at her for some time, how her long thick hair slightly waving when walking, and most importantly, I caught myself looking at how her cool legs were removed and how the muscles on her buttocks were contracting slightly looking out from under short shorts.

... The next day dragged on for an unusually long time. When I was about to go home, a teacher approached me and asked me to go to him. Of course, I could not go in, but I wanted it to be not for long. - Not here it was! He decided to deal with the way I interviewed first-year students, and it was evident that he was in no hurry. We sat talking to him, and I was getting more and more nervous. Maybe just tell him what I'm doing? At that moment the telephone rang, my chef picked up the phone, talked for a couple of minutes - I felt that the conversation would drag on, and suddenly, without looking up from the phone, turned to me ... so that I free the cabinet.

I politely said goodbye, the meteor flew out of the office, and rushed to the exit. There was only twenty minutes left. I had to take a taxi.

Lena (so, it turns out, her name was) came at exactly seven, as soon as I had time to change clothes and turn on the kettle.This time she was wearing a rather long, slightly higher knee, gray skirt, and an elegant dark blue blouse with a rather large neckline in the front. She smiled modestly, asking if she could come to me. I invited her into the room and suggested that she address me to "you." Having got Lena in a chair, I offered to first treat her with tea, while I proceeded to the kitchen. I did not want to rush to the course, I wanted to talk with this girl, and I brewed tea, prepared sandwiches, sweets, cookies. I put all this on a small table next to the chair where Lena was sitting, and he sat opposite, on the sofa.

- Well, help yourself, do not be shy, make yourself at home.

- Oh, thanks, really uncomfortable - Lena reached for a sandwich, leaning in my direction across the table. At that moment I was saying something, and it seemed to me that my voice instinctively faltered - I saw the outlines of her pretty neat breasts dangling down her nipples under the neckline of her blouse - obviously Lena did not like to burden herself with a bra.

- No, no, everything is convenient - I tried to keep an even voice. So what group are you in?

We continued to talk over a cup of tea. I have already managed to find out the musical and cinematic tastes of my interlocutor, and several times to take a quick look at the wonderful picture of Lenkin's breasts as she leaned over to take something from my side of the table. I suddenly felt unbearable that it lasted longer, so long as Lenka did not notice how I am peering at her with a peek, but it seemed that she didn’t guess anything, or at least pretended. Then I invented a little trick ... I turned the conversation to the topic of study, pulled out a freshman student work from a desk drawer, and began to show some examples of calculations, putting the papers on the table so that it was convenient to look together. As I expected, my charming companion was really interested, she leaned toward me, and began to carefully review what I began to explain, and as we sat opposite each other, I could calmly look forward, as if trying to look at the face interlocutor. It worked! My eyes showed Lena's bare breasts in the depths of her blouse, which I could calmly examine, I could even discern the shape and color of her nipples. It was just a delightful sight! Does she guess that I see her breasts? However, if I guess, these are her problems - I’m just talking to her, helping me figure out the calculations. But it didn’t seem to bother her at all - she was too passionate, and we sat like that for a while until I finished looking at that example. The evening was definitely not very bad! But still, the tea has already cooled down, so we decided to postpone the training questions, and again turned to a neutral conversation. I suggested that Lena treat herself with chocolate candy ...

... And now our tea drinking is over, I brought empty cups into the kitchen, offering Lena to sit at the desk. I myself put my chair next to her, and we proceeded to consider the course. The problem was not so difficult, I just had to explain in detail to my student, how to use the graphs correctly, and why it was precisely for her that the calculations did not agree. Lenka turned out to be a very capable student, and I confess, it was just nice to sit at her table with her and feel how she listens to me with respect and gratitude. After some time, I somehow automatically moved a little closer to her, and at the same time felt how my knee touched her knee. She did not respond. Then I firmly put my foot next to her, and we sat in such close contact. I casually glanced down (it was not very comfortable, since we were sitting at the table) ... Lenka sat with her legs straight and slightly apart, her skirt stretched somewhat upwards, so her legs were bare higher than. ..