senile insanity, not a real Woman having tried it! ”With such thoughts Christina encouraged herself more and more in her desire to make the colorless life of a haggard Trudovik brighter, tangible and fantastically pleasant. Virtually the same thing her modest classmate did to her last night.

Prior to that, Christina lived in the world of unreasonably expensive perfume, provincial boutiques and poor-quality copies of Spanish nightclubs. Outwardly, she looked good, but in the depths of her soul she always felt that she was not living her own life — too much was fake and imaginary. Now her world was filled with her own natural beauty, exciting sensuality and mutual attraction to the stronger sex.

- Well, at least in sex, I hope you are all right? - asked Christina.

Not that Nikolai Ivanovich did not like such a turn of conversation, but he was already extremely embarrassed, and he would hardly have turned his tongue to answer such questions. He cleared his throat again, and said:

- Christine, do not you think that this is a very personal question? - he tried to make his voice more firm. It turned out not very.

- Of course! - innocently clapping with huge eyelashes, Christina answered with readiness, - that's why I ask! - she seemed not to notice the obvious light reproach in his phrase and tone, - because in family life, good sex is very important! I don’t care how my former teacher lives, right? You asked me how I live, I told you everything as it is. Now I asked you about the same thing - she shrugged her shoulders, as if making it clear that she didn’t find any crime in her question, but only interest and concern for the person she respected.

Surprisingly, Nikolai Ivanovich found such an explanation quite reasonable.

- Well, if so, I will tell you frankly: in this area we are not very, - he said sadly.

- That is how it is "not so"? - knitted her brows, Christine tried to find out.

Trudovik sighed, barely overcoming the confusion of what unnecessary jungle this conversation went into. However, Christina was driving for a long time during the conversation, and he had no choice but to go with the flow.

“Honestly, not at all,” he admitted.

Christine folded her arms and looked out the window.

“Yeah ... sad,” she said thoughtfully. Then she got up from her desk and slowly walked around the teacher's desk, allowing Nikolai Ivanovich to enjoy her beauty, as they say, in dynamics.

“How beautiful she is! - he thought, - goes - as if on the runway! What it looks like! Not for nothing is involved in sports: get out how your thighs play - you can go crazy! ”

Christine stopped, and now her fantastic belly with a light relief was almost at the level of his eyes. He was ready to look at it endlessly! A brilliant piercing ball in a gorgeous navel literally hypnotized him, depriving him of the remnants of his mind and composure. It seemed a moment more, and Nikolai Ivanovich would either cry or rape her right on the floor!

- How long have you been without sex? - quietly and with sympathy asked Christina.

He did not remember the exact date himself, he was so great. He raised her hunted eyes to her, barely looking away from the nipples sticking through his t-shirt.

“Three years somewhere,” he squeezed out, scarlet with lust and shame.

- What do you mean? - Christine cried, bringing her beautiful fingers to her lips.

Trudovik leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily again. She leaned her palms on the table and leaned a little closer. The sneaky T-shirt again dropped heavily, only now both beautiful breasts are immediately visible.

- Nikolai Ivanovich, do you know that long abstinence is dangerous not only for women, but also for men? - rounding her eyes, she asked confidentially.

- Yes? Probably, the Trudovik mumbled uncertainly, “Well, everything will be fine somehow, probably,” it was clear from his tone that he didn’t believe in what he was saying for a second - what can you do? After all, we have been together for so many years ...

Christine did not listen to him.

- Well, do you even masturbate? - she interrupted.

- What about ?! - Nikolai Ivanovich bulging eyes. He could not believe that his former student, who had come to visit his alma mater, was standing in front of him, and was asking this very question!

“Maybe you don’t even know the words?” How it all started! ”- Christina struck in her mind and paraphrased out loud.

- I ask, do you at least satisfy yourself? - in her voice vague demanding notes were caught.

- What are you talking about, Christina ?! How can you ?! I am ... We are ...

Christine didn’t quite understand what caused this mumbling more to her: compassion or irony. Not for the first time she had to labor to keep from grinning. Being still a schoolgirl, she only did that in every possible way made him laugh, often in front of the whole class, but today the purpose of the visit was quite different. Christina herself has also changed a great deal.

- Yes, so that I fuck my own hand with my own hand ?! Yes, I have never dealt with this filth and I will not! - he cried out to her face almost with pride in a full voice and stopped abruptly, breathing heavily and terrified of the words that had just flown from his tongue.

There was an almost ringing silence in the classroom. Christine turned away and silently went to the window. Having a little recovered, Nikolai Ivanovich raised his eyes to her, instantly admiring the perfect silhouette. She stood silently, without turning around, and looked out of the window, her hands on her delicate waist.

“Sorry, Christina,” he said quietly, “I didn’t want to!” I'm sorry.

“You know what, Nikolai Ivanovich,” Christine turned and slowly walked back to his table. Her voice sounded very confident and calm, as if no overexcited man shouted half a minute ago about what he considers masturbation to be extremely unworthy and humiliating - in family life I am not an adviser: you need a professional psychologist. But with restraint, you must immediately end. Oh! - she sharply covered her mouth with her palm, and then smiled shyly and chastely, - I wanted to say, to finish! Honestly: it is so painful to watch an adult strong man in such a helpless position! This voltage must be removed now, do you agree ?!

She again leaned against the desk, which glittered her recent highlight. Nikolai Ivanovich was silent.

- And since you consider independent masturbation to be filthy, - Christina continued, - I am ready to offer my help in this. Come to me, ”she asked gently,“ and grab your chair, please. ”

Nikolai Ivanovich jumped up from the table, quickly approached the girl, full of the intention to put her in place and resolutely stop "these perversions!"

- So, Christina! I have to tell you that ... - he began resolutely and cheerfully. But Christine did not let him finish.

- T-shch shch shch! - she put an index finger to his lips, - I asked you to bring a chair, - she said gently.

And here, in the deepest layers of his consciousness, an unknown, forgotten relay clicked. He did not yet understand the essence of the change that had happened to him. But more he was not going to read notations and teach this beautiful girl to life. With great clarity, he realized that she had only asked to bring a damn chair, and there was absolutely nothing criminal in this request! He just took it, brought it and set it in front of Christina. She came closer to him and took off her well-groomed fingers with pale pink manicure by the top button of his white shirt. Raising his fluffy eyelashes, he looked into his eyes with a simple, clean and joyful look, cooing:

“Let me unbutton your shirt,” and, lowering her voice almost to a whisper and painting her eyes, she explained, “it will be hot here soon

Nikolai Ivanovich's heart strove to jump out of his chest, and he himself was surprised to find that even now he sees absolutely nothing inadmissible ambiguity in what is happening. "Well, since it will be hot, then of course it is better to unzip it .... Read more →