It was May. The senior teacher, Dmitri Aleksandrovich Ilyinsky, as I was called at birth, was preparing for the last days of my studies. The children were preparing for the holidays, so I didn’t load them on the pairs with something like additional control or sudden verification tests. Moreover, so did it quite often. The basics of thermodynamics students liked, well, how to say, as well as a drill in the office at the dentist. But, nevertheless, they taught the subject with maximum zeal. Maybe the whole thing is in my (as they expressed it) “sadistic” approach to teaching, and maybe because I was a student I could really be deducted, unlike my colleagues. I do not know.

How many can remember, never had the reputation of a handsome man. There was always enough benefit for the brains, and the exterior was simply nowhere to go. The most that neither is average. Nevertheless, I was not deprived of female attention. It is true that this work had to be done much more than those whom nature presented with external data.

But it was enough to come to work in my own university, as students (for some reason, especially the 2nd year) stuck to me like honey. I will not argue, lecturing and noticing the unambiguous views of young girls, I opened the tail for the whole pair with a peacock. In the end, after a year, it was boring, I began to read lectures routinely and became a real “teacher”. However, the mischievous views of some girls still noted. Relations with the guys were also quite friendly. I stood out sharply from the company of teachers precisely by age. Therefore, the beer gatherings and computer games were not alien to me. On that actually agreed.

Among the students my attention was trying to seize a certain Spitsyna Alexandra. "You can just Sasha" once shyly pronounced before leaving. It was a sporty and fit girl, not taller than 165, with a second chest size, which I managed to mention to myself, running over her ... not a teaching look at all. There was something more childish in her little face, but at the same time it could change amazingly so that an adult experienced woman could read it, which by itself was just an illusion.

At first, I did not attach importance to her somewhat increased attention to my person. But then the attempts to establish an informal contact with me became more insistent. I did not interfere with her, and soon we were often left after a couple to chat in the local cafe. The communication quickly shifted to “you”, but I tried to keep my distance, and she was clearly afraid to go further than usual communication. This went on for several months.

And so, once again, after the last couple, I collected my things and asked Sasha to turn off the computer and the board. Hearing behind the click of the keys and tapping the pen on the board, I did not notice how she came up behind me, leaned over and, hugging me, whispered in my ear, "I want you." Honestly, I'm taken aback. As if these months, she lulled my vigilance, what would then so be taken aback. I abruptly stood up and turned. Here the picture cleared up. Everything turned out to be much simpler than that insidious and sophisticated plan that I imagined. Sasha stood, her eyes flushed, her face flushed. All these months, she has simply sought the courage to tell me that. And now she is waiting for my verdict in a wild nervous tension. While she looked at her sandals, I looked at her. A free white-and-blue striped sundress, through which you could see what you specifically wanted to see, ended up to the knees, so that her legs too (though not completely) were subject to detailed inspection.

- Sash, do not talk about it here, - I said restrainedly. - Let's discuss what you just said a little later, in a cafe as usual.

It was a pity to look at the girl, she clearly translated my words with refusal and embarrassment, which in fact literally ruined all kinds of relations between us.

What would be clear, I am not a sadist, and I myself wanted right there, in the audience to undress it and wear it out (excuse me, another word can hardly reflect the essence more precisely) to a semi-conscious state. But the mind still triumphed. It was before, as a student, I did not hesitate to pull out a gum and pounce on the victim. Today, I was shined with a promotion at the department, and it was not in my financial plans to risk being caught with a student.

“Let's get ready,” I threw to Sasha, who with a drooping look began to collect things, and turning around left the audience. Coming out on the porch of the Physics Department, I was wallowing, not understanding what I was looking for. And then I saw Kolya Starikov from the 4th year.

“Kohl, come here,” I called the guy. - Give me a smoke.

Kohl was a rather intelligent guy and without question took out a pack and gave it to me completely. Having thanked the creator ... although what nafig creator? In short, I was glad that there were good people in the world, I took out two cigarettes, lit up and handed one to Kolya.

- Bestia lyutuet? - He asked. Anna Vladimirovna Pak, our head of the department, was called our beast. This woman, who never looked like a Korean woman, literally terrorized the entire department. If a report is not submitted, a statement is spoiled, or, God forbid, in the journal, the trace of the corrector is equal to a death sentence.

“No, no,” I waved. - She just do the last couple of months the very charm.

“Glad to try,” Kohl giggled merrily.

- Yeah ... - without first paying attention to his words, and then, - What does it mean “glad to try?”

Then the student's smile became even wider, literally to the whole face.

- What are you ... Nick, are you fucking a Beast? - My voice seemed to speak for me much more eloquently, because Kolka was formed in half with laughter. And having laughed enough, wiping away tears:

- Yes, Dim, how did you say “fuck”.

- How?! - burst out of me, which caused another bout of laughter.

“It's very simple,” said Nick, still smiling. - By the way, I call her that way - Bestia.

- And do not be offended?

- So I call so, because she is a beast in bed. I squeezed like a lemon after sex with her ...

- Happy lemon? - I asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes,” Kolya smiled, and after the tightening he continued. - And what happened to you?

- Sasha Spitsynu know?

- Yeah.

“I just wanted you to fuck her right there at 341.”

Now it was Kolyan’s turn to pull the muzzle. I briefly retold what happened at the top.

- Yes, brother, what will you do?

- Like what? - I asked with a grin, - If a girl throws herself at you, it’s a sin not to take advantage.

With these words, I went back to the 341th audience, where Sasha was waiting for me in indecision. Going into the office, I found her sitting on the windowsill. Kneeling down, she laid her head on them. I coughed softly, she shuddered. With a gesture, I beckoned her to me.

- Come on, let's talk in the cafe.

Cafe "U Ravil" was pretty lousy, but in general, for students and poor teachers quite good. When we logged in, the people were already leaving. We sat at "our" table, Sasha was silent and tried to avoid my eyes. When the silence became unbearable, under the pretext of washing her hands, she rushed off to the toilet. After waiting a couple of minutes (she was obviously not going to leave quickly), I followed. According to how many cafes were built on the basis of an apartment on the 1st floor, the toilet was one here and it was not divided into “M” and “F”. I quickly slipped inside, not forgetting to close the door on the latch.

- Dim sum? - Sasha looked at me inquiringly. She just sat on a closed toilet. I took her by the shoulders and lifted her up. Sharply turning the girl back to me, I began to take off her sundress. A faint moan of protest was ignored by me. And she herself was too confused to at least somehow respond. On the one hand she was ashamed, on the other - she wanted it herself. Quickly taking off her sundress, I dug my lips into her neck, while at the same time my hands walked freely around her lovely body. She breathed more often and closed her eyes. I finished my bodice with one hand, the second continuing to excite the girl more and more.I grabbed her chest and she screamed.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.”