The story that I'm going to tell happened really. From the story only intentionally removed information about the exact place and time of events. The name of the main character is also changed.

Oh, those 90s! ... A time when the principles, habits and foundations of the old era have already sunk into oblivion, and new ones have not yet formed ... It was my student years that fell on him. In the midst of this era, I graduated from the University with a degree in Computer Science, with a red diploma! But he soon realized that he was not at all the key to an easy and comfortable life. It was very difficult with work, and it was impossible to find something worthy. Then, as a student of yesterday, I was offered a job in my own department — to teach the same computer science. I agreed, hoping to gain time and slowly find decent work with decent pay. Here they paid real pennies, so I had to agree immediately to one and a half rates.

At work, I disappeared from morning to evening, I almost lived on it. Approximately in the same mode my other fellow teachers also worked, who yesterday took tests and gave me marks. Of course, no one entrusted me to read lectures at once, but practical training and laboratory work were poured from the heart! Basically, these were first and second year students, and computer science was not always a core subject for them - often they were students of such specialties, for which they do not need to know the basics of programming.

Students also met different. Few people wanted to study (although there were such!), But for most, the university was just a place to see friends, discuss plans for the weekend, just spend time or solve commercial issues (many at that time were already selling wholesale sneakers, bananas or even alcohol “Royal” in green bottles). Their attitude towards me, as a young teacher, was quite indulgent, although over time I found a common language with almost all of them, with rare exceptions. The girls tried to make eyes, some even tried to use their charm to increase their own performance. Not only the eyes were built, - showed a deep cleavage and bare hips, as if by chance ... I also gently, but firmly made it clear that it is better not to do this to me! No, I didn’t take revenge on anyone for this, I didn’t find fault later, on the contrary - I helped to achieve the desired result with the right, traditional, so to speak, means, namely, with work and diligence.

I remember, among all this diversity, there was one group of second-year economists - six guys and eighteen girls. The group is like a group, nothing special, but there were two friends in it who didn't leave any attempts to flirt with me. Both are cute, even something similar to each other. They always sat on the first desk right in front of my table, and then alternately languidly rolled their eyes, licked their lips with their tongues, sparkled their bare knees under the desk, and everything like that ... Although I was not interested, but I stayed, everything -that, man, and constantly monitor where my mind is directed, it was physically impossible. Therefore, I often left my place at the teacher’s table and taught a lesson from arbitrarily chosen points of the audience.

There, where practical training took place, the desks had no deaf walls - a tabletop on a frame made of metal tubes, below the footrest - that's all. This they used, cheekily hoping to catch me in peering under them skirts. And there certainly was something to look at! But I could not allow myself this for two reasons: first, I was brought up in such a way that the very thought of using my position to seduce a girl was wild for me; secondly, if I had been caught in this, I would have fallen very seriously in the eyes of my new colleagues — my teachers of yesterday, and I respected them very much and appreciated their disposition towards me.

I had a third reason to stop at the root of the encroachments of those two beauties - I never liked such “active” girls, I was always attracted to quiet, shy prudes, but one glance is enough to understand what a tempest storm is hidden in them, and while nobody knows. So, one such student studied with them in the same group, Sasha was called (the name is not real, I also remember the last name, but keep silence!).

She almost always stayed alone, with whom she spoke very little. In my classes I sat, as a rule, on the second desk, or on the third. Never was late, always carefully carried out tasks. Not everything always worked out - it was difficult for her to give informatics, and it gave me pleasure to help her and to see her eyes light up when, at the end of her laboratory work, another simple little program finally produced the expected result!

Once a fine October day I was practicing with them. Those two slutty girls chatted about something of their own, while everyone else, yawning, listened to my explanations for the upcoming laboratory work, which was to take place in three days in a computer class. The topic for them was, frankly, nudnovata - solving a system of linear equations by the Gauss method. Whoever you want, that kind of dream will catch up, and then, as luck would have it, the couple was right after a full meal (they studied during the second shift), and even the sun was shining brightly in the windows with no cover. I even three times suppressed in myself the desire to yawn, shut up and close my eyes for even a minute ... In order not to fall asleep and not squint from the bright sun, I got up from my teaching desk and moved to the corner of the audience, standing next to the window on the left. from the board.

Sasha was sitting on the second desk of the row closest to the windows, the desk in front of her was empty. With some emotion, I watched the baby desperately struggling with sleep: she would shake her head, she would clench her fists, then she would arch her back, straightening her shoulders ... But sleep inevitably took over it. She, hoping to get rid of the dream, reflexively changed her posture - put her feet on the steps of the school desk designed for them, she herself grouped over her surface, as if stifling, and stood still for several tens of seconds motionless ... Then I would wake her up, call her like then draw attention ... but I did not dare, because I did not want to put it in front of all the ridicule. Instead, I continued my monotonous broadcasting about the merits of software solutions using numerical methods. A few seconds later she began to slowly but surely lose her balance, leaning more and more forward, and since the legs were not on the floor, but were raised, this led to the fact that she simply slipped from this stupid chair, which I would slide out from under her , and she herself slapped her booty on the floor, being almost entirely under her desk with her legs spread apart, which remained on the running board. The skirt has gathered, and her slender legs and a white triangle of panties were exposed to my view.

You want to repeat this on purpose - and it won't work! And then an impromptu ... Not paying attention to the spectacle, I rushed to her, fearing that, falling in such an intricate way, she could get a chair back over her head. A couple of guys also ran up to her from the next desk. Together, we raised our somnambulum and sat down on another chair.

- Sashuk, are you whole? - asked one of them.

“Yeah ...” she drawled, rubbing her bruised elbow.

- On the head did not get? - I asked.

- I do not know, it seems to be not, the hand only hurts ...

Most of the group did not understand at first what had happened, and even more, they had no idea about the reason for its fall. I decided to take advantage of the confusion and keep her from being ridiculed. I resolutely walked around the desk, grabbed a chair lying on the floor and with the words “Well, wow - the third person is already falling off him! ...” resolutely carried him to the end of the audience, where he hoisted his seat on the cabinet’s roof, making it clear that the chair was out of order and it is he who caused the incident.The guys that helped me pick up the girl, of course, understood everything, but they decided to play along and did not give me a look.

In a few ...