she smeared her body with Tanin on the soap body - the more Tanya bent and ached with pleasure that enveloped every cell of tired skin. Gentle hands soaked her hair, kneading the paint with soap and water, then climbed onto her chest, teased her swollen nipple - one, then the other ...

- Yyyyii ... what are you doing? - poor Tanya whined.

- My you, do not you see? - Zoya Nikolayevna muttered, trying to get into Tannin intimate corner. - Do not shrink, you what? There, too, need to wash everything ...

After washing away the soap mass from Tanya’s body and hair (Tanya could not help herself and howled from the buzz like a piglet), Zoya Nikolayevna took up her genitals, which both were and remained black.

- What are you her? Fuel oil, or what? - She asked, rubbing liquid soap into the folds, swollen mint tickling. Tanya howled repentantly, spreading her hips.

Very quickly, the wash turned into affection, and the caress - in a frank masturbation. Zoya Nikolayevna milya, rubbed, kneaded, spanked and tickled poor Tannina's gap, generously smearing her with liquid soap until the ceiling went sideways, and Tanya did not roll down on Zoya Nikolaevna, clinging to her hair ...

“Yyy ... s ... s ...” she sobbed when it was all over. Zoya Nikolaevna gently kissed her nipple:

- Well ... Neat ...

- Zoya ... Nikolaevna ... what ... you ... - Tanya began sobbing, and did not finish speaking.

- And come on "you"? Come on Call me Zoe, huh? Just Zoya. And, Tanya? ..

- How old are you?

- Twenty nine. Not an old woman yet. Ah, Tan? Tanchik, Tanyukhinsky, my little ... - Zoya Nikolayevna covered her breasts with kisses.

- Not. I can not - Tanya jerked away from her. - Still, you are my teacher. AND...

- I see. - Zoya Nikolayevna paused.

The water gurgled. Female bodies glistened with transparent drops glistening through the steam. In each of them there was a spark of a lamp ...

- Well, dry yourself then. Clean already.

Tanya wiped off. Dressed in the night. I went to bed - and instantly passed out, as if she had been turned off, like a telephone.

Like yesterday, Zoya Nikolayevna smoked for a long time on the balcony ...

***

Tanya woke up about eleven.

For five minutes she could not understand where she was, what was wrong with her and why her body was so languid, as if each of its cells was soaked with honey.

Then she remembered everything at once - and jumped out of bed.

Zoya Nikolaevna was not anywhere. She did not answer calls, but there was a note on the table:

"By 14.00 be in the room, let's go to the airport."

For a minute, Tanya wondered if there was any secret meaning in the note.

Then, with a shrug, she ran up to the mirror and for a long time made faces like a macaque. She had not done so for six years, since childhood, but now she suddenly felt like a child, who cannot do anything and everything is possible.

Quickly dressed, she fluttered out into the street. It was a wonderful weather, which happens in fine days in the mountains - moderately warm, moderately cool. The clear blue air, it seemed, could be drunk like spring water. The breeze tickled Tanya's cheeks, whipped her hair - they tossed a sun mist and fell back onto their back ...

Tanya was in a special mood - like when, when her parents left her alone at the dacha, and you could do whatever you want. It was a pity to tears that she was no longer in the paint and could not walk around the city naked. Tanya even thought for a moment whether she should paint herself.

She stopped near the mirror Wirth, looking at her reflection. Here is her blouse and jeans, here are blue eyes, thick blond eyebrows, hair the color of lime honey ... Everything seemed too ordinary and unsuitable for this amazing place, for the mountain sun and wind, for the air in which I wanted to soar like a bird.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the opposite sign. "Barbershop..."

For a while, Tanya stood and hesitated. Then, shivering from the chill in her chest, resolutely walked there.

After forty minutes, a girl in a similar blouse and jeans slowly came out.

Nothing but a dress, she did not resemble Tanya. She had a small round head and pitch black boyish hair.The breeze immediately began to get acquainted with them, rattling short strands against the wool.

Raising her thin eyebrows, as black as her hair, she looked straight ahead. She seemed unable to understand anything.

“Here I am now,” she said thoughtfully. She went to the very showcase and spun in front of her for a long, long time, looking at herself and so, and that, and to the left, and to the right ...

Then she narrowed her eyes and stretched her neck when she saw someone in a blue reflection.

Behind her, a red-haired guy was walking down the sidewalk. It was the day before yesterday Schwarzenegger.

The girl turned to him, shook her bobbed head, lifted up her nose like a hooligan and shouted in German:

- Hey! Have you already washed?

Schwarzenegger froze, looked around the half-empty street - and saw a disheveled boy in jeans.

- I? And what, from me smells bad?

- There is not heard. It is necessary to approach to smell, - the boy declared, approaching him.

- You speak with an accent. Come to the festival? - Schwarzenegger said, admiring the flexible figure.

“Can't you recognize me?”

- Imagine, no ... But you wanted, it seems, to smell me.

Tanya came very close to him and snorted from all sides, grunting:

- Soooo ... It smells like fuel oil.

“My father says that all the boys should smell like gasoline and lube, not perfume.” But I disobeyed him and again put some deodorant on him, Schwarzenegger spread his hands guiltily.

He smiled in a completely different way, not like the day before. Tanya looked at him with all her eyes. With her own insolence, she had a prick in her nose.

- Did we see each other at the festival? Wait, I guess I guess. You ... you were one of the models, right?

“It's warmer,” Tanya said with a Mephistophelean grin.

- So! Now I will try to guess which one. Maybe...

- Anyway you can not guess! - Tanya danced around him.

“You're right,” Schwarzenegger replied contritely. - I can not identify you.

- Then ... maybe your memory will return to you if you finish something that you did not finish the day before yesterday?

- And ... and what I did not finish the day before yesterday?

- Do you guys all have such stupid? Come - I remind you, - Tanya grabbed his arm and pulled him along. Grimacing, he dragged after her.

“You look like you're dragging me into a cage with a tiger ...”

- And there is. Rrrrry! - roared at him Tanya, and he comically closed his eyes. - Fearfully?

- Already Yes. Rykni again to make it worse.

- Rrrrrrryyyyy! - Tanya roared and coughed. “Kha-kha-kha ... He’s with me,” she threw, dragging him into the hotel.

- This is not a tiger. This is a bear of some kind, - Schwarzenegger complained, stumbling over her.

- Here ... Well, I do not remember yet? - Tanya blurted out, pulling him into the room. - And so?

She jerked open her blouse, exposing her round breasts, reddened by shamelessness, and stared sideways at Schwarzenegger like a bird. Then, closing her eyes, pulled off her jeans and shorts.

Schwarzenegger whistled.

- Do you really want this? - He asked, approaching her ...

... Now it was Really.

Now Tanya has learned everything - and how her nipples are broken by the tickling current, and how men's hands mold you, like a wax doll, and how a sliding tongue envelops the palate, and how inside, deep down, with a painful shaking and flourishing, a shrill delight, flourishes like black chocolate ...

Jurgen (as Schwarzenegger was called) long and gratefully caressed Tanya after she had finished under him, tearing her throat.

“You ... forgive me ...” she whispered, barely parting her lips.

- For what?

- For ... yesterday ... There, at the festival ... You were offended ...

- I was not at the festival yesterday. I was in Linz. Came three hours ago. I knew that you confused me with someone, - said Jurgen, continuing to caress her, as if nothing had happened.

“Yes ...” Tanya replied, and closed her eyes, as if it really didn't matter.

However, nothing mattered. She was happy. She was full of her happiness to the top, to the brim, like an amphora — precious wine, and did not want to talk so as not to spill it ...

- ... Eeee! How are you here? ... - screamed a frightened voice. Tanya and Jurgen jumped on the bed. - Come on, get out! Go out! Out, I said! Zyuruk! Here are stupid nemchury, your mother ...

“Zoya Nikolayevna, it's me,” Tanya said, barely holding herself from laughing.- And this is my friend Jurgen.

- Taaaaan?

Zoya Nikolaevna’s round eyes have become twice rounder ...

***

"Yeah ... Not bad noted the age of majority: lost her virginity, had three random sexual relationships, tried lesbian caresses, seemed naked to a thousand people, gained worldwide fame, cut her hair, repainted in it is not clear who ... And all this - for some three days “- thought Tanya when she returned home. She was a little frightened by what she was capable of, and temporarily silenced.

Sometimes she came to Zoya Nikolaevna, and they were engaged in silent, piercingly shameful sex — so shrill and shameful that they never said a word about it.

For the first time, Tanya came and asked to draw something on it. Undressing, she substituted Zoya Nikolayevna’s body, and she painted her with bright colors like a rainbow. Then she kissed her neck, her nose stained, her lips ... After five minutes, they wriggled in bed, scooping up handfuls of paint and putting it into each other, in lingerie and all around.

Tanya asked Jurgen if he would mind if she would have sex with a woman. Jürgen told her:

- I have no rights to be against. Even if you have sex with a man, that’s your right. You did not give any commitments, but simply gave me that day, and I thank you for it.

But for some reason, Tanya did not want to have sex with other men. Especially since Jurgen should have come to her soon. Tanya communicated with him on the network - at first little by little, then more and more, more often - until she finally realized that she had scored for study and for the whole world for the smiling face from the phone.

Jurgen, by the way, also understood this.

“I don't know what it's called.” “I just know that you left such a bright trace in me,” he said.

And happy Tanya for a long time, for a long time, repeated to himself his words, like a mantra.