The class boomed in frustration.

“Otherwise, I dress this second, and we have a lesson, as usual.”

There was nothing to do. A string of tribute stretched to Lisa. Each approached her, glancing at the nosed balls sticking out from under the curls, the plump shoulders and the whole Lisa, red and tasty, like a tropical fruit; each glance drove a milligram of tight fire into Lysin’s chest, bursting her so that her nipples almost hurt ...

Hologrudaya Lisa carefully inspected each gadget and deleted all the photos and videos that the enterprising paparazzi managed to take.

- Why are you shooting us? It's not fair! - told her when they noticed her tablet, turned the camera to the class.

- Very honest. At home I will look through the recording, and if I see that one of you has deceived me and continues to shoot, I will never undress again before you. After all, I promised, remember? ... Everyone surrender their weapons!

She brought three more smartphones.

Classes were held on glory. After the first desperate moments, when it seemed that shame would drown and burn her, a strange feeling of freedom and power came over all the views that burned her skin. Freedom enveloped her naked torso, streamed over her chest and shoulders, and it seemed to Lisa that the body was about to fly into the air if it were not for something that held it from below. Everything important in Liza moved to the chest, to the nipples, and, although Liza continued to speak and lead the lesson, two swollen strawberries controlled both her and the whole class.

Of course, there was no end to the questions:

- Are you doing massage?

- What do you like when kissing nipples?

- Is there silicone?

- Do these themselves have grown?

“You smeared them with fertilizer?”

Liza retorted as best she could, bathed in intoxicating shamelessness, which turned out to be the most powerful drug in her life. (Until then, the most powerful was ecstasy, from which Lisa climbed to kiss the drunk, and he spat at her. Since then, she has sworn herself to swallow any drugs.)

The lesson flashed like an instant. After posing for the whole class, Lisa dressed herself and went out, like a somnabula, into the street.

Travis was waiting for her at the exit.

- Can I give you a ride home?

- Thank you, I better go on foot.

- Can I spend you?

- Eeee ...

Lisa suddenly realized that he was speaking Russian.

- Now I know that you are not cheating. You do what you promise. My dad says all whites are always cheating. Especially all white Russians are always deceiving. But those white Russians who do not deceive them should appreciate more than a million dollars. More than one hundred million dollars! And I want to show you what I can do, ”Travis said with a strong accent, but almost correctly.

- I can ...

- Oh, sorry. I know how ... Come on, Lisa. Ask me about Hitler!

- About Hitler?

- About Hitler, about Lincoln, about Martin Luther King! I'll answer all ... uh ... answer!

- I will answer ...

She asked, pleading for the very chill, and Travis enthusiastically told her about the gas chambers, about the North-South war and about the March on Washington, making one mistake for two or three sentences.

Of course, Lisa could find fault. But for some reason she pretended not to notice the mistakes ...

I was tired, she told herself. - “Still, such a day ...”

Travis brought her to the porch. Lisa thought he would start asking for home, but Travis only said:

- I'll be glad to see you tomorrow. Tomorrow is Sunday and we can walk around interesting places ...

It was only on the threshold of her apartment that Lisa suddenly realized that no one was clutching her bare chest. Moreover, I did not even try.

Her erotic nightmares, from which she ended at night, did not come true.

***

“You're not going with him, are you?” - Lisa asked herself when Travis's number was highlighted on the mobile phone in the morning.

- In fact: why not go with the boy? What's the big deal? She thought after it turned out that she agreed, and Travis had to pick her up.

- Why are you so nervous? Everything depends on you.You will not begin to fuck with completely black stranger to you? - she said whether to herself, or out loud. The second was more likely, because her aunt in the store strangely looked at her.

... They spent together all Sunday. Travis classically cared for Liza: he appeared in a tuxedo, took her to an expensive restaurant and there supported a small talk about Dostoevsky and the mysterious Russian soul:

- Raskolnykov is very Russian. He killed an old woman not to steal some money, but to say I'm cool too ...

Black as ebony, the physiognomy in a white tuxedo indescribably combined with a serious, even respectful tone. Travis made no more mistakes than any other foreigner who decided to learn this terrible language.

At first, Lisa was desperately drawn to the hysterical rzhach, and she tried her best to maintain Travis's tone.

But then a funny thing happened: it wasn’t that imbued with this tone, but it suddenly became flattering to her that they were trying so hard for her. Somewhere deep inside, Liza gave in a little, half a millimeter to him. She felt that behind him, besides the courtship of a sexually concerned male who had read the first book in his life, was a living person. And this man is not something that would have liked her - no. He just became interesting to her. Lisa even relaxed and didn’t notice herself laughing at Travis’s jokes, inspiring him to new passages:

- If Dostoevsky had won at the casino, he would not have written many such good books. But I'd rather lose a hundred million dollar than write so many pages. It is just to fall off the hands and the brain to die young ...

In some strange way, the day flashed by like a couple of hours. Travis did not climb or dance with her, or paw her, and generally perfectly kept his distance, never touching Lisa (not counting the gallantly given hands). What it all led to was hanging somewhere in the subcortex, but Lisa did not think about it - or did not want to think.

The closer to the evening, the more their counterpart resembled a strange game: Travis struggled to pretend that he was not interested in anything but pleasant chatter, and Lisa pretended to believe it. Both pretended - and waited.

Every hour the wait was made all the more weary, even though they were still chatting boldly, and Lisa was even a little drunk. She always quickly got drunk: one full wine glass - and she was already making fun, as in childhood ...

Travis drove her to the house.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” said Lisa, smiling like an angel.

“And thank you,” said Travis in a falling voice.

There was a pause.

She did not last long, probably, but Lisa managed to feel how her smiling cheeks were tense.

“Um ...” she began at the same time as Travis, and then fell silent, expecting Travis to continue. But he also fell silent.

- Uh ... do you want to come to me? - somehow her lips said by themselves. - We'll drink some tea ...

Travis beamed so that Lisa closed her eyes.

"That's all" - said the inner voice ...

“But why? I didn’t agree to anything! ”She assured herself, knowing that she was lying. The chill in the liver was so cold that even his hands were numb. Lisa tried to imagine How It Will Be - and inside she sank so that she screamed.

- What? Asked Travis.

- Nothing, nothing ... Come on ...

Despite the fact that she called him, they were still separated by an invisible wall. If he even started to be familiar - Lisa would push him away, say “what do you allow yourself?” I haven’t allowed you anything yet ... "But he was silent ...

They entered the apartment and began to undress. Lisa caught Travis's peck-eyed look - and ... following her sweater, took off her jacket. Then a blouse.

A chill in the liver turned into a real fierce cold, where all her gut fell together with her soul and brains.

“What are you doing?” His inner voice screamed; but the hands continued to remove the rag behind the rag — the bra, ... Read more →