Introduction

It was a fine spring day when I walked down the street in a gloomy mood. The bright sun has not yet irritated the coming summer heat, the foliage in the trees along the street has not yet had time to become covered with dust and with its bright greenery looked effectively and life-affirming against the dull walls of houses that had not yet been put in order after winter. The warm spring breeze all the time was playfully trying to lift up the hem of my summer dress, and the struggle with it caused the increased interest of all the oncoming boys. Their views with great interest accompanied all my attempts to not allow my naughty dress to pretend to be a flag to the detriment of its main task - to cover my hips. I sincerely hope that at the next gust of wind I would not have time to hold the dress - it was so clearly read in their eyes that at other times it would have amused me exactly and, perhaps, I would have even played along with it in this, but not today.

Today I had all my thoughts about my tail. No, just don’t think anything bad - I'm fine: all the necessary parts of the body are in place and there is nothing superfluous. And all that I have is more representative of the male, causes only positive emotions, and some even admire. But, unfortunately, I still had a tail, and I was still hanging from the winter session - it was a non-qualification in acting, and today was the last opportunity to close it. And I would be happy about this, but I understood that the odds are zero. It is possible that in vain I was lucky at the entrance exams, and to the surprise of everyone around me, albeit the last in the list, I went to the acting faculty. If this had not happened, no one could have found out about my dream of becoming an actress, but now my possible deduction will not be able to hide exactly and I will have to return to our village and endure endless sympathetic views and at the same time evil chuckles and whispers behind my back - all the charm of a small town when everything is all about everyone they know and discuss. Therefore, today I went home to the teacher who did a great favor that once again allowed me to try to pass the test, although he and I perfectly understood the futility of this attempt. It can be seen not all dreams come true.

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When I called the door of his apartment, I had to wait a bit. I must say that the teacher was a fairly well-known person among the local bohemians and the way of life was appropriate. Therefore, I was not particularly surprised when it was only after five minutes that the door opened and I saw him in a dressing-gown, unshaven and with a disheveled head of hair. Judging by his sour expression, he was not very happy about my arrival, although he himself set the date and time. Chances to pass the test safely from zero right before our eyes were rapidly becoming generally negative. I had already prepared myself for the fact that he would now chase me away without remembering the appointment, but to my surprise, he stepped aside a little and made the inviting gesture with his hand.

We went to that part of his apartment, which he called the study, although it was not very similar to the study, but more to some hybrid of the bedroom, bar and rural library: the central part of the room was occupied by a writing desk, on which stood an unfinished bottle of cognac and a saucer lay several already dried lemon slices; there was an unmade bed against the far wall, and next to it was another unfinished bottle. The other two walls were fully occupied with bookshelves and shelves. There were not just a lot of books, but too many - some of them were lying on the windowsill, mixed with a long-dried bouquet of roses, one or two lying next to the bed, just near the bottle. And obviously only the huge plasma panel, which occupied most of the last wall not occupied by books, was knocked out of the whole interior.

Regretfully looking at the unfinished cognac, but not at all embarrassed by either my appearance or my office, the teacher sat in a chair standing near the window and I began this hopeless job - the test of acting skills. And we honestly, for at least an hour, tried to pull out of my talents at least a bit of this very skill. We tried different scenes from famous and not-so-great works, but all is in vain. Even when I managed to grab an image, then, according to the law of meanness, at the most necessary moment I forgot or confused remarks, which was immediately reflected in the disapproving grimaces of the teacher's face. But more often I heard this disgusting phrase "I do not believe it!" And all together it put more pressure on my psyche, did not allow me to concentrate and remember the right words.

My self-esteem fell already below the baseboard and, judging by the fact that the teacher was more and more squinting at his bottle, I understood that my time was running out and that the miracle did not happen and there was nothing to catch. But at that moment the doorbell rang and when the teacher opened the door, I saw that Vitya had come - the star of our course and the favorite of all the teachers. I didn’t like him - I don’t like guys who stick to all the girls in a row. And Vitya did not just stick, but really achieved success. He was one of those guys about whom they say: “Fucks everything that moves. And what does not move - at first moves ... ". Although the fact that he has acting talent, I understood even.

The lecturer was clearly delighted with his arrival and was clearly about to send me back home, but I managed to get ahead of him and ask for the last chance. He looked at me doubtfully, at Vitya, suddenly smiled and said: “well, now let the two of you depict the scene from“ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ”, let Vitya support you. If you manage to prove yourself - then I will set a test, and if not, then I'm sorry, there will be no more attempts - and so they gave you more chances than others.

And I realized that I had. In general, I do not like to participate in love scenes, and here with this Vitya, who immediately began to smile and didn’t just purr like a March cat in sweet anticipation. But I did not have a choice and I decided to go all out for this chance.

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Strictly in the story, Vitya and I sat on the edge of the bed and we started. In the beginning everything went as it should be - I pronounced the necessary phrases and remarks correctly and with the right feelings, probably more from fright than from abilities. And even when Vitya laid his hand on my knee unobtrusively and began to stroke - this not only did not break the whole mizensen, but on the contrary added certainty, which was immediately apparent from the approving sniff of the teacher. I said that Vitya has talent and a real actor's flair for such things. Therefore, I tried not to notice that he stroked the hem of the dress, which was already quite short, had treacherously fought, revealing a beautiful view not only on the inner surface of the thighs, but also on my panties in all intimate details. The main piquancy of the situation was that I could neither straighten the dress, nor throw my legs on the leg, without destroying the image of the situation we created. I clearly remembered the last chance! And only a slight blush on my cheeks betrayed my shame from what was happening. But the most important thing is that the teacher so far liked everything, and more and more - I out of the corner of my eye noticed how he was rubbing his palms with pleasure, which was all a well-known sign. And, so as not to frighten off luck, I, as if by chance, even spread my knees slightly, which was immediately taken advantage of by Vitya, who immediately shifted his palm so that she grasped me right behind the panties and stood waiting. True, this did not prevent him from saying his own reply in time - talent, I told you! But I completely forgot all the text. Agree that it is difficult to remember when the guy in front of the observing man pressed you by the genitals ... Seconds were walking, the pause was dangerously slow, I heard the teacher's disgruntled breathing, but the words did not go to my head, even though you were bursting.And to tighten the time, I didn’t think of anything better than hugging Vitya by the neck and falling to his lips in a passionate kiss. It was unexpected for everyone - for Viti, and for the teacher, and for myself. But, it seems, I guessed correctly, since no “I do not believe!” Did not sound! Not only this, I heard what was said in a whisper ...