the ball, and I stood with my mouth open.

Not forever modest fizruk dressed in a tracksuit, but a pumped-up guy in shorts and a t-shirt was moving away from me. His muscles played while walking. I saw how he clearly enjoys this event. How he moved around the room, how he delivered and reflected the blows! I was overwhelmed with admiration. As if spellbound, she could not take her eyes off him.

The final whistle sounded. The guys grouped and began to discuss something. I heard them badly. Then, they began to look around. The teacher waved his hand to me. Together with me some more girls approached them. He put his palms on my shoulders:

- Meet! This is Mira, our new one! She will play on my team.

The game has begun.

And everything was not as easy as with classmates. These guys and girls rarely missed, and they beat so hard that after several reflections their hands ached. At the end I was exhausted, my head was a little dizzy, and I sat down on a bench, catching my breath.

Arguing loudly and teasing each other, the teams left. I looked after them and was surprised at the behavior of the teacher. We can say that I saw him completely from the other side.

After some time I felt better and I knocked on the coaching.

- Yes, come in.

Pushing the door, I noticed a teacher standing near the table with a bare torso. A towel hung on his neck, and droplets of water glistened on his hair. He stood in blue sports pants, apparently having had time to swim. I looked down in embarrassment, although I confess that I really wanted to examine his body.

- I will go? The training is over ...

- You will not take a shower?

- No, I did not take the towel.

- OU. And I do not have a spare, and I already wet it. Okay, next time, take it!

- Good. - I turned to leave.

- And, Mira! You're doing fine! She played very well.

I liked the game very much. On the way home, a smile never left my lips.

At night I had a dream. I dreamed of a physical education class. We lined up, and fizruk was with a bare torso. He came up to me and started kissing in front of everyone. And I was so pleased ... Waking up, I waved off the delusion. He was much older than me, yes, and he probably meets with someone. And in general, he is a teacher, and I am his student!

But if during the day I could keep these thoughts away, then at night they returned with a new force. Between sleep and reality, I imagined how he lies on me and begins to kiss the neck. From these fantasies began to whine sweetly between his legs. And there was no place for Alexander Alexandrovich, it was just Sasha. But I left all this for the night, and in the afternoon, next to him, I tried my best to play better. In the lessons we behaved removed. But in the sectional lesson, he completely changed: he was happy, laughing, joking. So I really liked him ...

Once there was a flu epidemic at school, they even wanted to close it for a week. There were only 4 people in the section. My teacher and I played against two guys - they were not schoolchildren. It’s hard to play together together, we didn’t manage to win, although we played - not bad.

“Sorry,” I whispered, when it was all over.

- Nothing! - he smiled and embraced me. - You're doing fine! There was almost no chance.

- You didn't have to play with me together.

“You wanted to get rid of them yourself?” - he laughed and leaned over my ear, - I'd rather play with you than with these sweaty men.

I smiled. My heart was beating like crazy. He was so close ...

All the crimson I flew into the shower stall. And inside was a hurricane. Maybe for him, I, just simply, a teenager and a student, but I fell in love. I was so inspired that I even allowed the thought: “If he enters my cabin right now, I will not resist or shout. I want him to hug me again very strongly. I want to kiss him ... ".

Of course, no one entered.I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel and went out into the locker room.

- Mmm ... And you - nothing! - on the bench was sitting one of the guys with whom we played.

- What? How ..., - I looked at the door. She was ajar. Apparently, I went into my dreams so much that I forgot to lock myself. Usually there were always other girls and someone else did it.

- Are you waiting for someone? - Predatory he smiled. - Maybe me?

- Not. Get out of here! - I held the towel with my hands, fearing that it would fall.

- sure? - He got up and began to come closer.

- Yes. Do not come to me! - I backed away and slammed the door to the shower stalls. There was no heck on it, I had to support myself.

- Why are you? Open come on! - He began to break.

- Sasha! - I screamed with all my might, as the door was pushed so hard that I flew off to the side.

The towel fell to the floor, and I landed nearby, scratched my side and arm, and hurt my thigh.

- That's better! - he appeared in the doorway.

“Don't,” I whispered, squeezing into a ball and trying to cover myself with my hands.

Then someone pulled the guy in the locker room.

- What are you doing? - It was the voice of the teacher.

- Yes, I wanted to swim.

“Is that why she screamed?” Get away from here! This is a women's dressing room!

- Okay, okay ... Don't make such a fuss! She left the door open. Looks like waiting for someone ... maybe you? - he laughed evil. - In the soap came running, knight!

- She is my ... student! Let's go! Mira, how are you?

- All is well. - I got up and picked up the towel.

- I go out, lock the door!

- Yeah ...

Limping, I went out into the locker room and locked the door. For some time, just stood, recovering. On the floor I noticed footprints and drops of white foam. Smiled. Looks out of the shower jumped out. Then I rinsed again. The towel was hopelessly stained and I did not wipe, I decided to wait for it to dry out.

There was a knock at the door. I already jumped.

- Mira, are you all right?

- Yes.

- May I come in?

- Now! Just get dressed.

- Do not rush, I'll wait.

I got dressed and opened the door. He stood and looked out the window.

- They left? I asked quietly.

- Yes. - He turned around and approached me. - Did he do something to you?

I shook my head.

- Well, thank God! - He hugged me. - I was so scared!

- Ay ... - screamed from a sharp pain in his side.

- What?

- Fell. He pushed me through the door ...

- Poor ... hit?

- Yes.

- Show me.

- Not worth it! Just a bruise. It will pass ..., - I waved my hand, the teacher noticed the scratches and poked with displeasure.

- It is necessary to process. Let's go to the coaching. - He grabbed my backpack and went out, I followed him.

There he took out hydrogen peroxide and began to drip onto the wounds. And so as not to burn it was blowing very hard. He asked to show a side and I pulled up a T-shirt. There were also scratches. I was ready to burn with shame. He saw my body! He leaned so close to blow on the wounds ...

- There is also?

- Yes. Not! I hit my hip, there are no scratches.

- Show me.

Still holding the shirt up, I used my second hand to start the sport pants. It was possible to lower not so much, but I wanted him to see ... So that he could see as much as possible. He gently felt the skin.

- Does it hurt?

- Little.

- Got you ... Pretty bruise will. Sorry, it's my fault!

- No, you helped. I myself forgot to close the door!

Master slowly put my t-shirt down and gently put the pants back on. For a split second, it seemed to me that he would kiss my leg, but he did not.

- If something had happened, I would have gone mad! - Carefully his arms hugged me, hugging me.

I felt his heart beating. I could smell the shower gel. So wanted to stop the time.

- We have to go. - He whispered in my ear.

- Yes. - I answered quietly. And at the very breath, his legs gave way. I squeezed his shirt in the abdomen.

- You feel bad? - Sasha was startled, looking into my eyes.

Too long. Too close. Too welcome. I often breathed and was unable to respond. He leaned over and kissed my lips. Then he pulled back and began to look, I did not move. That was my first kiss. He did not know. Where from ?! The inner voice said: "This is what they sing in poems and idolize in films ?!" I was a little disappointed.There was no “Wow!” He kissed again. Again no effect. Then the Physical Superintendent took a deep breath, said: "God ...". And, clinging to my lips, parted them with his tongue, penetrating into my mouth.

At that moment, something inside of me, at the very bottom of my stomach, flashed a bright flame. I did not know what to do and how, but I began to respond, moving my lips and tongue. I put my hands on his shoulders. And kissed! In an adult! Truly, kissing my teacher! It was better than in a dream. At this moment, Sasha put his hand on my ass and touched the bruised place. I twitched.

- Sorry! - he ran his hand over my cheek, - This is not right! I shouldn't have ... Stop me!

Started kissing my neck.

- I can not. - I whispered, stroking his hair with his hand.

- After all, it is impossible! - Sasha got his hands under my t-shirt and began to caress the chest.

- But I want ... for a long time. - He took off my shirt and, pushing the bra began to examine my breasts.

- sure? - The teacher touched my nipple with a finger.

- Yes.

- You have a very beautiful body. - He pushed me to the table, dared paper off of him, and when I leaned on my hands, pulling my chest out, Sasha hung over me and kissed my right nipple. Then he licked his chest and began to shower with kisses, simultaneously caressing hands.

I felt my panties moisturize. He kissed me on the lips with a long passionate kiss, and his hands began to slide down my body lower and lower. Then his palm slipped under the panties, and his fingers began to touch the clitoris, I groaned.

- Are you virgin? - an unexpected question for me.

“Yes,” I nodded.

He smiled gently, carefully pulling off his trousers along with his underpants.

- I do not want to hurt you. - He spread my legs and stroked the inner side of the thighs. - You today and so suffered ... But I want to make you nice!

He leaned forward and kissed me between my legs. Right there!

I gasped.

- Mira, do not be afraid. It will be pleasant! - Sasha licked my sexual lips, then another. Began to lick and suck. It was awesome! I heard that guys do blowjob, even saw it somehow on the Internet, but that they licked the girls out there ... I never thought about it. What he did ..., his tongue ... It was so tender, so sweet ... He rubbed his clit with his finger, and with his tongue penetrated slightly into my vagina. It seemed to me that I would go mad with pleasure! I groaned loudly.

- What are you my sweet! - Sasha inserted the tip of the finger into the vagina, and his mouth sucked the clitoris.

- I can not do it anymore! - The head throbbed, there was a storm of sensations in the lower abdomen. My hands wandered over his head and shoulders.

- You can! I want to see how you cum! - He continued with a new force.

For a long time I did not have enough. Somewhere inside everything sank. It’s as if fireworks are running. And so he took off, began to explode. One color or another ... Many small explosions.

I was lying on the table and did not understand well what was going on.

- This is an orgasm. - Sasha said, as if he heard my thoughts. He helped me get dressed. When we went outside, my legs were still weak.

To be continued...