Nina-vagina. Kiss on the lips

Nina-vagina

Kiss on the lips

Vitaly Mushkin

© Vitaly Mushkin, 2018

ISBN 978-5-4490-8457-6

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We’re going to Moscow! Hooray! The best commission was selected by a special commission. And my essay was among the best. In total, 10 works were taken from the course and we, their authors, students, are going to Moscow, to the Olympiad, to represent our city, Peter and our University. In addition to me, the guy, only the girls got into the laureates, however, most of them are also on the course. Lena Petrova, my classmate, a girl who likes me more than others, is coming with us.

Lenochka is an excellent student. She studies diligently. Performs all homework. And she writes well. There are places that I really like. How Lena treats me, I do not know. Communicate with us somehow does not work. We say hello, we can jump over a couple of phrases, but we can not do more. I want to say a lot to her, but as it gets to the point, all the words go away somewhere and an awkward silence sometimes comes.

– Hi! How do you like Vasilyev’s seminar?

– Liked. There is something special about it.

“Would you like to argue with him?” With something to disagree?

– Yes, it is possible.

– Well, come on, I ran, I must drop into the library.

– Till!

In class, I always tried to sit down just behind Lena, so that you could throw her unobtrusive glances at her. On her proud head planting, tender neck, silky hair.

And now with Lena we will go on the same train, we will be together for several days in a row, to live in the same hotel. I somehow hoped that our acquaintance would grow into something more.

The eleventh participant of our student delegation was the teacher Nina Sergeevna. This short, graceful woman possessed a stern gaze of clever, penetrating eyes. She dressed with taste, always with dignity, spoke clearly, intelligibly and competently. In the classroom, Nina Sergeyevna sometimes liked to joke, “pin up” some negligent student. Her tall breasts were, in my opinion, often excessively open, the length of the skirt somewhat overstated. I always liked her lessons.

We arrived in Moscow by day train. The organizers of the meeting settled us in a hostel more like a hotel. I, as the only male representative, got a small single room. The girls were settled in double rooms. And Nina Sergeevna got a three-room suite with two bedrooms. To her room, neighbor, she took Lenochka Petrov.

Over dinner, Lena and I were at the same table.

– Well, how do you like Moscow?

– I was here a long time, still small. They say that in recent years Moscow has changed, has become prettier. It will be necessary to see the city, take a walk, if the time comes.

“Would you like to go now, after supper?”

– Let’s go to.

I was beside myself with joy. Lena and I go for a walk, it’s almost like a date.

And so we go with Lena Petrova in the evening city. We go near, almost touching the sleeves of a coat. Autumn stands, yellow leaves fall right under our feet.

– Good weather for walks.

– Yes.

– In the autumn Pushkin always remembers.

– Yes. Autumn and my favorite season. Early autumn, when the day is still warm, and at night it is already slightly frosty.

– Air is somehow particularly transparent and easy, well thought of. How do you write, Lena, tell m