Misha knocked and, without waiting for an answer, entered the classroom. There, in complete solitude, he poured over his cool notebooks.

- Caused, Maria Andreevna?

She turned her head to him and carefully looked over his glasses. For some reason, goose bumps ran through this look over the young man’s body.

- Come in, Smirnov.

The teacher turned to him in the chair. The apprentice mechanically glanced at her legs in skinny-colored thin pantyhose, which the narrow skirt did not cover even to the knees. Turning, the classroom even slightly opened them for a moment, but Misha did not manage to see anything, except for the internal surfaces of the thighs, which were gradually melting in the dark underwear.

- You guess why I called you?

“No,” he replied honestly, since he had nearly broken his head before, trying to guess the reasons.

“It's about your presentation, Misha,” the woman said smoothly, clutching her hands in the lock, and lowered her eyes.

He knew her gesture, which never boded well. She always did so before dressing.

- Uh ... And what about her?

- She is fine. What can not be said about the flash drive on which you handed it ...

And then it came to the guy. He was terrified, his heart sank, and his face began to burn, pouring blood!

- ... In addition to the presentation on it was something else. You do not think, I did not specifically read that file. It was an accident.

Misha blushed to the roots of his hair and was ready to fall in place. Only now he remembered that there was a Vord file on a flash drive with a pornographic narrator of his own composition. The story about the teacher and student. And as a teacher, he described his classroom in great detail. To deny this obvious fact was useless.

- You surprised me, Smirnov. This is very mildly. I am telling you, as a philologist with though not great, but with experience. A thoughtful, well-structured plot, the characters - as if they were alive ... Marina - is it me? In addition, the competent use of almost all major literary techniques: antithesis, hyperbole, metaphor ... And what allusions, Smirnov! What bright images! I underestimated you when I thought that in literature you are above the four never shine. You have an undoubted talent, Misha! But is it in the right direction?

“P-sorry,” he squeezed out of himself in a gratuitous voice.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Tell me, have you already thought where to go after school?

- N-not yet ...

- And when are you going to start? You're already an adult! You recently turned 18. In the courtyard of the beginning of the fourth quarter, but you have not thought? Smirnov !!!

- Well ...

- Listen to my advice, Misha. You certainly need to apply for filfak!

- This is a teacher, or what?

- Why must a teacher? You need to write! Don't you understand that ?! What have you got there ?, - Maria Andreevna started flipping through the magazine, - Ta-ak ... Russian - 3, literature - foursome with anguish ... Yes-ah. And how are you with such results exam planned to pass?

- In math, but ...

- I see. Solid five. But the Russian need to pull up. There is still time. This is what I thought ... Actually, I don’t do tutoring, but I’m ready to work with you. How do you feel about this?

- Dad will not give money, - Smirnov dejectedly answered

- Money is nothing to do with. I just don't want you to dig your talent in the ground! Today we will start!

Misha was so confused that he agreed without further persuasion. In addition, he was very afraid that in case of refusal, this story with a story could emerge, and therefore did not want to annoy the class. They agreed that Smirnov would come to Maria Andreevna on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays after school by six in the evening for two hours.

Coming out of class, the guy immediately called his mother and said that he would work with a tutor (naturally dropping all the naughty details). She already sobbed into the phone. Like, what a young man that finally took his mind.

At five to six, Smirnov stood at the door of the teacher, afraid to press the bell. It took him about ten minutes to gather his courage and do it. During this time, he changed his mind a lot of things, and his sexual fantasies on the topic of a teacher-student bloomed in the most lush color. But when the door opened, all these dreams immediately ordered to live long. There are no short silk dressing gowns and languid looks. Maria Andreevna was wearing the same strict school suit. Pantyhose, tight narrow skirt just above the knees and a completely opaque and tightly buttoned blouse. Add to this tightly tied back hair and a complete lack of makeup - and you get a complete picture. Only shaggy home slippers, which evidently depicted hares, dispelled a little melancholy. Or lop-eared dogs - horse-radish will sort them out. And the left slipper was one-eyed, and the right eye was in a heap. Without restraint, Mishka snorted through his nose.

- What is so funny, Smirnov?

- Sorry ... your slippers.

She, too, looked down and grinned.

- Agree. Wacky. Come on in, Misha. To the left along the corridor. Sit down at the table, I am now.

He listened as she rattles something in the kitchen and wondered how to behave. But thoughts gradually switched to Maria Andreevna. In fact, she was very attractive. Not thin, but not complete. Some kind of feminine, that is. She always walked in tight skirts, and he liked her rounded thighs and rather voluminous ass. It is an ass, since the volume of this part of her body was somewhere in the middle between the butts of her classmates and the ass head teacher. And what's between the ass and ass? Ass! And without cellulite, as far as could be judged. In the fall, their class went to the forest for Health Day, and Maria Andreevna was with us in very tight sports leotards. Maybe, of course, they embellished reality, but, nevertheless, neither Mishka nor the other boys from the class, they did not notice any flaws in the legs and the classroom ass. By the way, after the aforementioned Health Day, Smirnov was honored to write that unfortunate story.

But we will continue the description. The hips of Maria Andreevna beautifully passed into a very narrow waist. Her breasts were incognito for all terra, as tight loose blouses and blouses always reliably hid from her eyes even her outlines. It was possible to estimate only the size - and that approximately. Kolyan Zavarzin assured that there is no less than a third. Mishkin estimates were a bit more cautious.

But not less than the female forms he was attracted by the hands of Maria Andreevna! Graceful, light. At the lessons per liter, he often stared at their movements, distracting from the material. The face was ordinary: a face like a face. Makeup cool almost did not use. So, sometimes the eyes let you down and that's it. Maybe because the skin on her face and without cosmetic tricks was always clean and fresh. And even a few barely perceptible wrinkles around the eyes did not make her look old, but gave a cheerful look. What Smirnov did not like categorically was her shabby glasses and hairstyle. Rusichka never let go of her hair, but pulled them back into an old barkule.

“Well, are you ready?”, The teacher’s voice almost heard out of her ear, making Mishka start, “What are you thinking about?”

- Yes, so ...

- Let's drink some tea first. I ate nothing in the morning.

She put in front of him a tray with two cups of tea and a basket with all sorts of cookies.

- Help yourself.

Maria Andreevna began to ask questions on various abstract topics, to which Smirnov replied reluctantly and in monosyllables. He was uncomfortable with her talking to him as an equal. He could not answer her the same: the class teacher, nevertheless, and not her friend. From this conversation they clearly did not stick. The bear grimly threw a cookie for a cookie, washing it down with tea. And in the end, he did not notice how he emptied the basket of treats, having experienced even more awkwardness from it. Darn! Come and gobble up all the supplies! And on the teacher's salary, especially, you do not clear up. Noticing the guest's embarrassment, the hostess smiled, as if reading his thoughts, and Mishka promised himself the next time to bring ...