“Your old teacher left me a couple of notes about the students in your class,” Elena Sergeevna said, writing down something in a notebook. - He mentioned you. History is well given to you, yes, Artem?

- Well ... In general, it is better than the rest.

- What are the estimates in Russian and mathematics?

- Four in Russian, in algebra and geometry of the triple.

- And on the history of last year in three quarters of the five, only in one four. Tell me, did you study with a tutor before?

- Uh-uh ... Well, I wanted to go to law school, so yes, I was engaged in society a little and in history ...

- If you do not change your mind to enter, then I really advise you not to interrupt classes. We are studying new topics, moving forward, and these items you need. You did with your former teacher?

- Yes, with him. Tuesdays and Thursdays.

- Here come on and we'll do it. I will tell you in confidence, - Elena Sergeevna looked at Artem, - I need good grades from students, and we need those who will really earn them, and not get "for free", as you like to say. And you have the ability to my subjects, so that we will have a persuasion with you: you study diligently and pass at the end of six months the test that I need for the report. The more tests I pass, the better my recommendation will be. Well, you get good marks in return. We have a six-year difference with you, this is not so much, so I hope for mutual understanding. So, do you agree?

- Why not? - Artem answered vaguely. The tutor really wouldn't hurt him, no matter how much he wanted after school for a longer time to sit at the computer. Though lazy, the guy put his favor to the cause above his pleasures.

- That's agreed. So, we meet tomorrow, - Elena Sergeyevna scribbled something on a piece of paper. - Here is the address. Come at five o'clock.

The most obscene images were vividly drawn in Artem's head, but he decisively brushed them off. Hormones play, 18 years old: I want to fuck everything that moves, he thought. Elena does not seem to give more than twenty-five, rather, even less, and such an attractive girl must have a lover. Moreover, she does not even look at such as Artem.

When the lessons were over, the guy at home quickly drove out a set of exercises, shook, as usual, the press, pushed, sweaty, took a shower. Turned on the computer, sat in contact, in general, spent the day, as always.

The day after school, he came to the address, lost in the courtyards. The intern was living in a nine-story building that looked pretty decent outside. Getting up on the elevator and pressing the call button at the desired apartment, Artyom waited for a minute with a slight anxiety until he clicked the lock and the door did not open.

“Hello,” said Elena Sergeevna, her gaze was somehow distracted and thoughtful. As if recovering herself, she recovered: - Hello. Come in, here are the slippers. Go here.

The teacher wore tight jeans, a green light jacket with a small neckline, revealing a neck strap of some kind of neck pendant, and pink fluffy slippers. For teachers, Elena Sergeevna dressed very frivolously, but Artem was pleased to look at the pretty figure of the intern. The young teacher had a height of 170-175 centimeters, a rather tall one, but her slender and thin legs represented growth from the best side, an attractive ass, pulled down by jeans and with elastic hemispheres distinctly visible through the fabric, and beckoned. The one above was hidden by her blouse, but judging by the way she sat on Elena Sergeyevna, her waist was thin, and her tummy did not bulge. The chest was about the third size, the folds of the jacket made it difficult to determine more precisely. Attractive sweet face and brown hair completed the image of a very, very appetizing person. Artem followed her into one of the rooms and sat down at the table indicated by the girl.In addition to the table, there were a couple of closet cabinets, a sofa, a couple of chairs and a small bedside table in the room. There was a computer on the table.

Occupation has begun. Having learned the last topic covered, we moved on to a small test of abilities and other tasks. It was about Ivan IV the Terrible. Elena Sergeevna at first asked outwardly some simple topics about politics, government and other structures of the country of that time, and then, glancing at the time, gasped. It's been about an hour.

- Are you hungry, maybe? I have cookies, I'll bring them now, - she got up and, almost hitting Artem with her thigh, went to the kitchen. Artem looked around in the room, stretching. He liked to communicate with the intern, she was only slightly older than him, and they quickly found a common language. While the teacher was rattling something in the kitchen, Artem suddenly noticed in the closet, behind a glass door, in the shade, in a corner, between two piles of books, something elongated and cylindrical in shape. His vision was not very good, so he narrowed his eyes to examine from nothing to do the find. But then Elena Sergeevna’s footsteps were heard, and the guy, in order not to show her that he was staring at the situation in the room, turned his eyes to the notebook.

- Here, help yourself. I'll make you some more tea. For now, open a hundred second page in this book and read it, then we will discuss it with you.

The teacher went away again, but before proceeding with the assignment, Artyom, trying to move silently, got up, went to the closet, peered and realized that the elongated object was a long, twenty-five centimeters thick black rubber dildo. From the surprise of the guy looked at his forehead, and his jaw dropped almost to the floor. He, in disbelief, quickly took out his phone, unlocked it and made a silent photo, and then hastily returned to the table with textbooks and notebooks.

The intern, unsuspecting, returned with tea.

- Well, what, read? What can you say about this issue?

Her voice sounded innocent and sweet, but now Artem just breathed. It turns out that his new teacher won out what little things at home is dabbling! He vividly imagined how the girl was lying on the couch in this room, completely naked, and, moaning, enters into a hefty elda. In the pants at once it became cramped and uncomfortable - his cock, getting up, interfered in the pants. Artem turned away, allegedly looking at the records, took a breath and, trying to keep his voice from moving, answered:

- In fact, I do not quite agree with the position of the author. If Ivan IV paid too much attention to threats from the south in the early days, this does not mean that during this time on the northern frontiers, in the Baltic States and in Sweden, local rulers, seeing the Russians abstracted to the Crimean and Astrakhan Khanate, decided that our northern frontiers state weakened. On the contrary, if after the first two campaigns on Kazan, one could doubt the strength of the Russian weapon, then after the third campaign the northern neighbors should have understood that things were bad with us - then Artem's breathing was interrupted and he finished his speech.

“But, nevertheless, the war with Sweden soon began, despite the fact that as many as 150 thousand soldiers took part in the siege of Kazan,” Elena Sergeevna objected with a revival.

- And this, too, had its own reasons, for example, the lack of reliable and fast communication systems over long distances, the Swedes' belief in the strength of European tactics, discipline and self-interest, but the historian is wrong in asserting that the Swedes entered the war for the reason that they considered Russia weak, based on the results of the Kazan campaigns.

Their argument was getting hotter, opponents got carried away, raised their voices, proving their point of view, gestured, argued, arguments, counter-arguments, and then Elena Sergeevna, with a wave of her hand in the next colorful gesture, forged a mug with sub-tea. A little spilled on the floor, and everything would have been nothing if Artyom, in turn, had not made the same stormy gesture that had tipped the whole cup of tea over his chest and stomach.

- Oh, damn it! - the guy scolded, but, remembering himself, he caught the mug and put it on the table.

“Oh, Artem, I'm sorry,” the intern put her hand to her mouth in fear. - Damn, you're all in tea. Well, I'm so Krivorukov ...

- Helen Sergeyevn, you have nothing to do with it, I touched the cup ...

- No, I touched, Artem, I'm sorry, please! I had a man’s shirt somewhere, let's change into your clothes and hang yours on the balcony, maybe it will dry out ...

It was already dark outside, and then thunder boomed, and lightning overcuted. Rain drummed on the windowsill.

“Hmm, how can I get to the house now,” Artem drawled, looking at the growing wall of rain. “I have only a light sweater with me, but it was ten degrees outside in the morning.”

“Artem, excuse me, please,” the teacher looked scared and behaved atypically for other teachers. Too young or something hot.

- Oh, do not worry, Elena Sergeevn. It happens, if anything, I wait out the rain somewhere and then calmly go to the house.

- So, now you will change clothes, in the wet you just should not sit. Now I’ll find you a man’s shirt, I was lying around somewhere in the chest of drawers, - the teacher got up and went into another room, apparently, into the bedroom, and Artyom, with a shrug of shoulders, pulled off his wet shirt. N-yes, the case came out.

The teacher, who entered some time later with an old gray shirt in her hands, saw Artem, naked to the waist, kept her eyes on his muscular torso, pumped up for three years of training to quite decent results. Artem, despite poor eyesight, saw that the pupils of the teacher had dilated slightly, and she herself gave a little audible sigh of admiration. However, the teacher, looking away from the cubes of the press and pectoral muscles, stretched out her shirt, took a wet one and carried it to hang to dry. The clothes from someone else’s shoulder were small to Artem and sat on him in a dressing-case, and, returning, the intern in a hoarse voice (caught a cold, or what?) Asked if he could call his parents and tell them that he would linger a little to wait out the rain. Artyom agreed, and they, once again apologizing to each other and deciding not to tell anyone else about this incident, returned to their studies.

After the rain had passed, Artem changed back into his slightly dried clothes, and Elena Sergeyevna escorted him to leave the apartment.

“The main thing is not to catch a cold, otherwise I will blame myself for the coffin of life,” she said at parting.

“I do not catch a cold, the body is strong,” answered Artem, smiling friendly. When the door closed, he took out the phone, opened a correspondence with his friend Dimka and wrote: “You would not believe, I found this today in our new teacher at home ... Does the girl give you, eh?”, Attaching a photo with a hefty dildo to the message standing at the intern in the closet.

But in no hurry to send. I thought about a minute, then deleted the message and put the phone in my pocket. He has been studying history for five years now, starting from the fifth grade, and he has witnessed how many palace intrigues, conspiracies, blackmails and other diplomatic evasions during this time! No, we must definitely act differently.

Artyom, going home, admitted to himself that Elena Andreevna, or Lenka, as he christened her to himself, very much excites and attracts him as a woman. And, if he wants to fool with her, you need to use a certain tactics and strategy, leaving blackmail to the extreme, the most extreme case. Once Artyom wanted to play a game console, but at that time his parents refused, as there was not enough money. Do not count the ways that the guy has achieved his prefix in half a month. When he wants something, he tries his best to achieve it, and now Artem wanted his teacher. And that meant that he, at least, would try to put her to bed.