went into crying again. A shock came out of her tears; it seemed to her that everything around had collapsed ...

- Nick, my little ... Do you want me to take you home? To you? By car?

- Home? Like this? Nooo! ... - Nick shuddered at the thought that she saw a spider.

... Little by little she calmed down: Victor's tenderness and repentance had an effect, and she pressed her breasts to him trustingly.

- Victor Alekseich ... I still can not believe ... I - was engaged in this? Am I no longer a girlfriend?

- Nick, my glorious ... With the dedication of you! You are now a woman, an adult woman ...

Victor rubbed the table, Nikina pussy and legs, collecting a whole bag of bloody napkins; but he did not want to dress either, or for some reason. The April air dissolved them into some kind of numbing stupor, and they sat side by side, huddled together. After crying the shock, Nick sighed, resting her head on Victor's shoulder. The end of the working day was approaching, the conservatory gradually calmed down; they were twitched at the door several times, and they started every time ...

- Nick ... And let's go to me? BUT? - Victor suddenly suggested. - Come on?

- To you?..

The idea of ​​returning home was intolerable, and a visit to Victor seemed to her a desperate, but quite natural continuation of what had been.

- ... And what about you?

- We have? I!

“You? ...” Nick laughed. Tears in her eyes began to dry up. - And besides you, do you have tea? And dinner to him in the bargain?

- Of course there is. We have a lot of things ... So, does the strawberry princess agree?

- So be it ... - and Nika gracefully jumped off the table. Viktor's heart skipped a beat - she was so beautiful: naked, slim, flexible, already smiling, with a quiet gleam in her eyes ... - Are we going to go straight like that? In these costumes here?

- And what, I do not go, do you think? - Victor stood up, comically flaunting himself before Nika and experiencing a wild thrill from his shamelessness. A member of his has long been stuck like a gun.

- Well ... How do you say ...

Suddenly, Victor jumped up and grabbed Nika in his arms. She sank ...

- Get dressed immediately. Do you hear? Immediately. Otherwise, everything will repeat. I do not answer for myself. Immediately!..

And he kept her, not letting go to dress.

***

- Oh, she, she! Ahhhh! I can not-y! ... Victor Alexeeeeeeeeich! ... Do not torment! And ... and ... dying-a-ayuyuyuyu! ... YYYYYYYY ... - and Nick fought in an orgasm, clasping Victor with his feet, and he bored his tongue with her tongue, twisting her nipples with his hands.

- So ... calm down ... so ... well, here. Sweet Sweet to my girl? Will my girl purr? And so? - and he gently rubbed his palm on the bare side, which made Nick arch and really purred ...

Their eyes were drunk, wild smiles were playing on their faces. They spoke to each other incoherently, in fragments, - touches, caresses completely replaced their words.

- So ... and now on the tummy ... Our pisyulek still hurts, right? we will not touch it, but we have another hole in the back ...

- Nooooo, - sweetly ached Nika, rolling on his stomach. - Will you be me ... there?

- I will. Take heart, Zemlyanichka. First there will be a little bo-bo, and then ...

And he tore her ass, trying, however, not to hurt her, and Nicka howled and complained:

- Oooh! I'm going to burst! ... Ooohh! It feels like you are counting on me ... that you are in me ... ohh! even sick a bit ... Oooooooou, I can't, I can't! Not much! ... - But Victor firmly held her, and soon she was wheezing and crying, ending with a member in the ass, crucified, pulled her to the ears, like a stocking on a mannequin ...

... They lay quietly moaning. There was no strength to speak. Nika thought how it happened that she lived for herself as a quiet, modest, correct girl, and suddenly one day it all flew to hell, and she experienced All This in a day ... and Viktor Alekseich, so familiar ... God ! and now she is not the one that was, but some other Nick is already completely different ... And Victor thought: just what I did. We did it. I and Nick. Nika...

“It's already half past ten,” he said.

- expel? - responded Nick and rubbed like a cat on his side.

- Mom will be worried. We are "engaged" ...

- Oh yeah. "We are engaged" ... What? ... - And they quietly giggled.

- I'll take you. And dress. Lie down - and Victor began to pull on her panties, tights, pants ...

***

... Victor began to send the accompanist more often - and every lesson alone with Nika ended with this. They closed - and died from orgasms, from forbidden delight and from the fear of exposure. Nika began to go home to Victor for “extra classes”, which were held without any protection, and she expired with Victor's sperm, like spring moisture, and her mouth was burning from kisses, from blowjobs and from the salty taste of his body. Nick turned pink, poured and became deadly good. Her speech appeared languid, slow notes ...

After some time, people began to notice something was wrong. That Nick, having forgotten, will shout: “Victor Alex-ee-eich! Let's hurry already! ... ”- and, recovering himself, will cover his mouth with his hand; then they will pass along the corridor, hugging by the waist; then Victor sneak up on Nick, kiss her, ruffle her curls ... They began to notice that regularly, after school, Nick got into Victor's car and drove away with them. Somebody's keen eyes peeped at last, as Victor rubs and tugs at Nikina's chest, and she rolls her eyes with happiness ...

Finally, the dean summoned Victor to himself.

- Viktor Alekseevich, we appreciate you as a brilliant professional ... but you understand: this cannot go on like this ...

- What can not?

- What, what! ... You know what! All shame is lost! Already kissing her in the hallway ...

“Why can't I kiss my wife in the corridor?”

- And then the wife! You are also married! And you drag after the students like a kid! Would have ripped your ears! ... A genius was found, Casanova cello ...

While the dean went bankrupt, Victor took out his passport, unrolled it and showed it to the dean. He looked - and fell silent in mid-sentence.

There was a purple stamp:

“On May 17, 2011, marriage was registered: Viktor Severintsev, born in 1976, married Gelovani Nika Luasarabovna, born in 1993.”

“I hope the incident is settled,” said Victor, tucking the passport into his pocket. Departing from the dean, he thought: the fact is that Nick is the only wife in the world who probably will never forget to call him “you” and by his patronymic name.

Who was Nick for him? Wife? Adoptive daughter? Mistress? Pupil? He did not know. She was Nika - his Nika ...

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