She was one of my female students. Her name was Dasha. At first I did not pay much attention to her: at first glance, she did not stand out in the background of her friends. She dressed quite simply, was not tall, but was not tall; her face did not strike with its beauty, but at the same time it was very pretty. Straight brown hair was usually collected in the tail, emphasizing the correct shape of the face. Clear gray eyes always looked with kindness and participation, involuntarily disposing to themselves, and the special piquancy was given to the girl by cute freckles on her cheeks, as if they were a symbol of her simplicity and innocence.

At first, she behaved a little shyly, but after each new occupation she felt more confident and liberated. I realized that I was pleased to talk with her, listen to how she answered questions: her voice was calm and pleasant, and I was especially pleased with her modest smile, which caused an aching feeling of tenderness to Dasha.

Over time, I began to notice that she was more and more interested in my subject, more often she asked me questions, solved additional tasks, and her frequent half-children smiles and sly eyes, sometimes lowered from embarrassment, said that the young virgin young teacher was more interested than puzzles and colloquiums.

Sometimes I would like to gently take her graceful hand in my hand or gently embrace the girl by the waist, but the strict morals of the university did not allow me to do this. So a year passed, her first course, I stopped teaching in her group, then another year passed and the bright image of Dasha began to be forgotten.

Once I decided to go to rest in a boarding house of our university on the Black Sea coast. I got the ticket for free, and the beach rest allowed me to relax perfectly after a tiring year of work. In the beautiful mood of the early July morning, I was walking along the beach, admiring the magical sea views, when suddenly I heard a familiar voice:

Clement Viktorovich! Good morning!

I looked around and saw the girl, her features seemed familiar to me, but for a moment I could not remember where I had seen her before. Finally, it dawned on me: this is the same Dasha, my student-gray-eyed. It is not surprising that I did not immediately recognize her; before me there was a very different Dasha: it was flirtatious summer straw hat, white skinny topic, under which could see the little hills of her breasts and tight denim short shorts with fringe, which gradually becomes a fragile legs with rounded hips, knees and small calves. On her feet were beach slippers, so I could appreciate the graceful toes of a girl with dazzling bright red marigolds.

Hello, Dasha! - I almost answered the machine and asked not the most original question: “are you also relaxing here?”

Aha “We decided with our group mates that a little sun and salt water would not harm us at all,” she said with a smile, squinting a little at the bright sunshine.

That's for sure! This has never harmed beautiful girls, - my words made her blush a little with embarrassment. However, after a moment, she pulled herself together and continued the conversation:

That's very kind of you! Do you go swimming?

Of course!

Come with us, I know a place where clean sand and very convenient to enter the water! - Dasha said, looking inquiringly in the direction of her friends. They clearly did not mind, so I went to a charming company at the appointed place.

In about 10 minutes we arrived at the place. The girls took out blankets from their bags, put them on hot sand and began to undress. Dasha quickly removed the top through the head, slightly exposing small nipples that appeared for a second through the fabric of a black bikini swimsuit.Fascinated by the girl's grace, I admired how she, unbuttoning her fly, gently pulls off her tight shorts, shifting from foot to foot. Hmmm ... It looked amazing: elegant female fingers from two sides disappeared under the denim, and snow-white hips seemed to dance, alternately speaking forward. Dasha noticed my interest in a beautiful undressing ritual, she looked into my eyes, immediately lowered her eyes, smiled shyly and reddened slightly. However, my admiration for her slimness and femininity clearly gave her pleasure. Finally, the shorts were on the sand, fully opening to my eyes a miniature, but sexy figure of a student. Finally darted by my views, Dasha hastily turned her back on me and ran towards the surf. I felt a pressing tension in my swimming trunks.

I had a great day in the company of funny and charming young girls. It was amazing to hear their laughter, to see smiles, to admire young bodies. Of course, I paid the most attention to Dasha. We walked back to the camp together, it’s time to say goodbye.

Will you go on an excursion tomorrow? - Dasha asked.

And what a tour? - I asked.

This is a walking tour of local nature reserves, ”said another girl, who also studied in my group.

What time does it start?

At 7 am, the train station.

Well, I'll think about it, thanks for the invitation, ”I replied evasively, since I was not sure that I would have a desire to rise at such an early hour.

Come necessarily! - the girls shouted in chorus.

Dasha quietly came closer to me, touched my hand with her fingers and said softly: “Come! I'll be waiting for you! ”Tenderness overwhelmed me from this timid touch and soft radiance of gray eyes, which for the first time were so close to me. I could not answer anything, only slightly squeezing the girl’s fingers in response.

In the morning I woke up from the bright light that lit up my entire room, and excitement. I remembered yesterday, Dasha's sweet smile, her seductive denim shorts, the beauty of graceful legs and the touch of her hand. I really wanted to see her again. I hastily gathered some things in a backpack, I flew out of the room with a bullet and almost skipped off to the station. At the station there were a lot of people - excursions were popular. I quickly moved between small groups of people for several people, until finally, having reached the end of the platform, I saw it.

Dasha put on a checkered shirt with short sleeves, which was knotted in front. Under the shirt, I saw a beautiful flat belly of a girl, topped with a neat little navel. The attractiveness of the abdomen and the slimness of the waist underlined the same tight jeans shorts. The place of the cap was taken by the checkered baseball cap, and the place of the flip-flops was taken by more practical and comfortable white sneakers, which hid girl's feet, but they switched the attention of not less beautiful calves and girl's knees. Seeing me from afar, Dasha impatiently smiled at me and waved a pen.

Good morning!

Hi beauty! - the second smile was a reward for the compliment.

Glad you came!

How could I refuse the company of such a girl?

They say on the tour will be dangerous mountain areas! You do not leave me in the lurch? - Dashin smiles were no longer embarrassed, but mischievous.

Of course not. I will be a faithful companion. And let's move on to “you,” Dasha hesitated a little:

Let's ... - she was even more embarrassed. Again flushed and lowered her gaze. Then she made an effort and said: "Come on ..."

Partly from the emotion, partly from the desire to encourage the girl, I gently took her fallen curl and gently tucked it behind the ear. It seemed to me that Dasha was startled a little by this touch.

Walk excursion was wonderful. Indeed, there were quite a few steep sections, so I often offered my hand to Dasha.Toward the end, she no longer took her hand away, and I, finally having become brazen, gently stroked her palm with my hand. She felt quite comfortable in my company. Dasha constantly showed me pictures that she made on her camera. ...