no steam, let's better the day after tomorrow, I just have correspondence students until the evening. I like Pilates more.

- Okay, then eight, do not forget to take the form!

In the evening of that day, secretly from my husband, I found Artem's profile on the social network. I learned that he was 22 years old - 3 years younger than me! No personal photos. Only beautiful views of nature, a few urban pictures ... the wall is closed for commenting, no “greetings” and “greetings” from various girls.

- Alka, why are you not going to sleep? - Vadik lately constantly called me by that name. At first I resisted, but then I got used to it.

“I’m finishing it, I need to finish something,” I quickly switched to a tab with scientific articles.

- Come to me. - Vadik gently pulled my hand, helping to get up. - In the shower?

- Wait a second. - I turned off the computer and went to the bathroom.

Having taken a cool shower, I stood in front of a large mirror: a trimmed figure, a third-sized chest, a flat tummy, beautiful legs, good skin ... Light brown hair, a gleam in her eyes ... The last time I saw myself in a mirror as a teenager age, and then I did not like my reflection. Without dressing, I went to the bedroom.

- Wow, Alka! - Vadik raised himself on the bed, dragging his pants. - reject modesty? - Taking the waist, he pulled me to him and laid me on the sheets, leaning heavily. Hands brazenly wandered through my body, then squeezing my chest, then going down to my thighs, a finger penetrated into me ... I closed my eyes. This is not Vadik, this is Artem ... This is his palm covered my chest, his hand impatiently spreads my legs, his penis enters into me ... Between the legs it became hot and wet, I lifted my hips towards my lover, he began to drive me into pushes, faster and faster ... Every movement was given inside by pleasure, I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his hips, pressing myself harder to feel him even deeper ... Grabbing me by the hips, he rapidly finished, pouring a fair amount of sperm into me , after which he pulled my face towards him and imprinted a kiss on his lips. I opened my eyes.

Of course, the same bedroom, the same Vadim.

“You're as good today as ever.” Growing up, baby! - Vadik got up and went to the shower.

That night I didn’t sleep much again.

Two days later, I was alone in the pulpit at the pulpit. There was a knock at the door, and Artem appeared on the threshold. As usual, in a T-shirt and trendy jeans. A low voice answered with an inner thrill:

- Alena Viktorovna, hello. I brought you articles and materials on the topic of the future seminar. On a flash drive.

While he was saying this, my knees began to tremble. After a night with Vadim and the imaginary Artem, it was hard to force myself to communicate with him. Very carefully, trying not to touch his hand, I took the flash drive and plugged it into the connector. The guy stayed behind my back.

The very first open article turned out to be quite fresh and contained the results of foreign studies ...
In the silence of the chair, I physically felt that he was very close ... touching his hair, to his neck, his hand slipped to his shoulder ... shuddering, I turned sharply and caught a completely wild look.

Further events occurred as in a dream: with a quick movement Artem took the key from my desk and locked the door from the inside, after which he returned to me. Shocked by his arrogance, I jumped up from the table, trying to find the strength to scream, but he blocked my way, squeezed in his arms and kissed me ... gradually recovering myself, I tried to move away from him, but my muscular arms firmly pressed me to to the pumped up torso, and with his lips and tongue he so eagerly and at the same time sensually kissed me, as no one had ever done before. My goosebumps ran over my skin, at some point I lost my head, and, succumbing to passion, began to respond to his kiss; she herself did not notice how my hands were already stroking dark, unruly hair, going down to my shoulders ... and then in the corridor there was a sound of heels.

We practically do not lock the chair from the inside, and everyone has their own key. I rushed out of the arms of Artem with all my might, he, with lightning speed, let me out, silently turned the key in the opposite direction and returned it to me on the table. Just in time: after seven seconds, Tatyana Mikhailovna came in - the first gossip at the faculty, and stared at us. Artem, as if not noticing her, calmly said:

- Please review all the material. There are interesting articles from German and Belgian magazines. I will take the flash drive on a pair.

I, diligently depicting calm, looked at the monitor. A thought flashed through: it was good that I didn’t paint my lips, otherwise the picture would have been quite interesting. With an effort of will, she turned to the guy, and, without looking into his eyes, said:

- Well thank you.

- All the best. - Artem left the pulpit without closing the door behind him.

To be continued...