Relaxed atmosphere
— … Thus, both sides of the expression are equal, which was to be proven, — the professor underlined the result of extensive calculations with two bold lines, left the chalk on the ledge by the blackboard, and began wiping his fingers with a handkerchief. Then he carefully surveyed the classroom over his glasses. — If anyone has questions, please ask.
But there were no takers to delve into the intricacies of higher mathematics. Completely different concerns occupied the young minds and hearts on this fine day. The sun generously bathed everything around in its golden rays, and from the slightly open transom window, birdsong and the intoxicating scents of late spring drifted into the room.
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Mind you, — the professor continued in an imposing tone, — this topic is very important, so I ask you to take it with the utmost seriousness. Similar tasks will definitely be in the semester work, so don't blame anyone but yourselves later. And don't even dream of any leniency!However, this weighty argument also failed to produce the desired effect. The students were languishing from boredom, dreaming of only one thing — to escape the dusty walls of their alma mater as soon as possible.
— Well, if there are no questions, you are all free to go.
The classroom instantly filled with the clatter of chairs, cheerful voices, and laughter. Down with numbers, long live freedom!
— Ponomareva, stay for a minute, I need to talk to you.
Masha sighed mournfully. Here we go!… Complex mathematical derivations were like Chinese to her. Honestly, she ended up in this faculty not out of love for exact sciences, but at the behest of her caring parents, who wanted to see their beloved daughter with a prestigious diploma. Arguing with them was useless.
The only impregnable bastion remained the associate professor of the higher mathematics department, Nikolai Stepanovich Kislitsyn, whom the students nicknamed "Kisly" (Sour) for his surname and corresponding facial expression. This middle-aged man was absolutely indifferent to the erotic wiles of stunning beauties. Although judging by his tall, fit figure and rather handsome, strong-willed face, thirty years ago Kisly was probably quite a ladies' man and broke more than one girl's heart. But now, apart from mathematical formulas and equations, it seemed nothing else in the world existed for him.
— What am I to do with you, Ponomareva? — Kislitsyn said with a sigh when the last student had closed the door.
"Fuck me if you can, you old goat," Masha thought with a malicious smirk, but out loud she said, lowering her innocent gaze:
— I don't know… I'm trying…
— You're trying poorly, Ponomareva, very poorly! — Nikolai Stepanovich rummaged through a pile of papers on the desk, found Masha's test, and showed it to the girl. — This is completely unacceptable. Not a single correct answer, Ponomareva. Not one! I simply can't imagine how you plan to pass the exam.
Kisly fell silent, looking out the window, drumming his fingers on the desk. Masha had nothing to say to his, generally speaking, justified indignation, and she continued to maintain a tense silence.
However, — the associate professor continued, — I could meet you halfway. You think I don't understand — young, beautiful, head full of all sorts of romantic nonsense. How could there be room for higher mathematics…
The girl looked at the professor in surprise, not quite understanding yet where he was going with this. But such words from him were a complete surprise. Nikolai Stepanovich noticed Masha's reaction.
— Did you think I was a heartless beast? — he asked with a smirk, which was altogether uncharacteristic for him. — In vain, in vain… I was young and passionate myself once. And I'm not planning to enroll in the old folks' club just yet. In short, if you agree to visit my modest bachelor's abode, we could discuss your further academic fate in a relaxed setting. Say, today at six. I sincerely want to help you, so I hope you'll take my proposal with understanding. Your situation is not enviable, so think about it. Think carefully.
Astonishment in Masha's soul reached its peak. She silently looked at Kislitsyn with wide-open eyes. So that's what it was! The associate professor turned out to be not so simple, and the girl realized too late the full extent of his cunning. This experienced spider had long and skillfully woven his web, to attack at the decisive moment, leaving the victim no chance.
— So?… — Nikolai Stepanovich broke the awkward pause. Despite his obvious superiority, his voice held poorly concealed excitement.
— I'll think about it, — Masha said in a colorless voice.
— Good, good, — the associate professor smiled, raising his hands in a gesture of benevolence. — I'm not rushing you. But I'll still expect you today at six. Let me write down the address now…
In complete confusion, Masha walked home. Her roommate, Olya, was getting ready to go somewhere, adding the final touches to her striking makeup in front of the mirror.
— Oh, Mashukha, how's life? — she said cheerfully. But, noticing that her friend looked pale, she put down the brush and asked with concern:
— Why are you so gloomy? Did something happen?
Masha relayed the content of her recent conversation with Kislitsyn. Olya threw up her hands indignantly:
— That old… — she exclaimed with feeling, adding a couple more unprintable words about the associate professor. — Who does he think he is?! Don't worry, Mashka, no one will expel you, you're on a contract. If anything, go straight to the dean, they'll fire this stinking pervert quickly for something like this.
Olya once again critically examined her image in the mirror and hurriedly headed for the hallway. Before leaving the room, she turned to Masha:
— That's it, I'm off. Behave yourself here, — she playfully wagged a painted finger at her friend. — And don't fill your head with nonsense! We'll show this Kisly what's what. Some academician, my ass!..
And she quickly disappeared, leaving behind only the scent of perfume. A minute later, the front door closed behind her.
Masha sat down at the mirror and stared sadly at her reflection. Olya's last words were spinning in her head. "Academician, my ass… Hmm, that's an idea, perhaps," — the girl involuntarily smiled at the suddenly arising thought and looked at the clock. The hands showed three. Masha resolutely headed for the shower, thinking through her plan of action on the way…
At five minutes to six, the girl stood at the lacquered door, hesitating to ring. Then she sighed and with sudden anger pressed the button. In response to the melodious trill, a voice came from inside the apartment: "Coming, coming, just a minute!".
The lock clicked and Nikolai Stepanovich appeared on the threshold in a kitchen apron with little flowers.
— Mashenka! — he said in an unctuous voice, completely unlike his usual professorial tone. — Honestly, I was starting to think you wouldn't come. Glad, very glad! Please, come in.
Masha entered. The sound of the closing door filled her soul with sudden panic. Why was she here?! What a fool, voluntarily walked into a trap. But it was too late to retreat now; she had to see it through.
— Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right there, — the associate professor disappeared into the kitchen, from where a sweet vanilla aroma wafted.
The girl went into the room. Fear passed, giving way to curiosity. She noted with surprise the cleanliness and tidiness of the bachelor's dwelling. Solid renovation, expensive furniture, modern audio system, plasma panel on the wall, pleasant smell of men's cologne. Kislitsyn knew how to live. The true abode of an experienced voluptuary.
— Well, how are you doing here, not bored? — Masha flinched at the unexpected voice behind her. The associate professor was placing a beautiful plate with fragrant cookies, a coffee pot, and miniature cups on a low table. — I decided to do a little cooking for the occasion. Always alone, you know, guests rarely come.
In his caring bustle and this naive apron, Nikolai Stepanovich resembled a kind grandfather joyfully greeting his favorite granddaughter. For a moment, Masha even felt a little sorry for him.
— Well, that seems to be everything, — said Kislitsyn, surveying the results of his hospitality. Then he disappeared into the kitchen again and a minute later reappeared without the apron, adjusting his shirt collar on the way. — Do sit down, Mashenka!
The girl sat on a soft chair, crossed her legs, causing her short skirt to rise above all reasonable limits, maximally exposing her young, firm legs in seductive stockings. The associate professor surreptitiously appreciated this exciting sight, then lowered his eyes and began pouring coffee into the cups. His hands were noticeably trembling.
— I don't actually drink coffee, — he explained in an artificially cheerful voice, — heart, you know. But today I won't deny myself the pleasure.
Deciding not to postpone her plan, Masha continued her pre-rehearsed performance.
— It's a bit stuffy in here, Nikolai Stepanovich, — she said in a languid voice and began slowly, button by button, to unbutton her semi-transparent blouse. Then she took it off and carefully hung it on the back of the chair. Next, ignoring the stunned associate professor, she turned her back to him and, wiggling her buttocks erotically, got rid of her skirt, ending up in just stockings, lace panties, and a matching bra. Then, as if nothing had happened, she sat back down on the chair in the same pose.
— You were offering coffee, I believe? — she addressed the frozen Kislitsyn, innocently batting her long eyelashes.
— Yes-yes, of course… It's just you so unexpectedly… I thought that… — the associate professor babbled.
— Come on, Nikolai Stepanovich. Isn't that why we gathered here? So why waste time?
She took the coffee pot from the associate professor's hands and placed it on the table. Then she made him sit on the sofa. Kislitsyn obeyed meekly. Masha began moving in front of him in a slow dance to the light music that had been playing softly from the speakers all this time. After a while, the bra took its place next to the blouse. The girl arched and twirled smoothly, giving the associate professor the opportunity to fully appreciate all the exciting curves and roundness of her beautiful body. Seeing that the man had completely softened, she approached him, knelt down, and began unbuttoning his trousers. Kislitsyn made a weak attempt to stop her, but Masha was determined.
Finally, she extracted the associate professor's penis. It was of quite impressive size and in its time was clearly capable of much. But now it lay like a soft, lifeless sausage in the girl's hand. Masha began sliding the flaccid skin, exposing the purple head. Nikolai Stepanovich began breathing rapidly, muttering some incoherent words. But after five minutes of Masha's futile efforts, an erection still did not occur. Then the girl stood up again, removed her panties, and sat on the chair, spreading her legs wide. The associate professor, practically without blinking, watched her actions.
Masha ran her hand over her labia. Then she parted the coveted fold, showing Kislitsyn her clitoris. After dipping her fingers into her vagina several times, she passionately licked them, then approached the associate professor, took his hand, and rubbed her crotch against the back of his palm. The sensation of the tender maiden's loins had the desired effect on Kislitsyn. His penis twitched and began slowly increasing in size. Of course, its firmness was far from ideal, but with such an erection, something could be done. Masha began vigorously masturbating Nikolai Stepanovich's penis.
— Oh, Mashenka, please, a little quieter, — the associate professor whispered, gasping. — I beg you!
"Oh no! — the girl thought angrily. — I'll show you a relaxed setting, you old dog!". She squeezed the penis tighter, accelerating the already fast pace. The associate professor's hand reached for Masha's breast, began stroking it, lightly squeezing and tweaking the nipple. This was somewhat unpleasant for the girl, but, gritting her teeth, she continued her actions. She was already starting to get a little tired when Kislitsyn suddenly began to tremble finely, sighed noisily, and began emitting drops of semen. He didn't climax for long and soon, rolling his eyes, relaxed and leaned back against the sofa back.
Masha wiped her hand with a napkin in disgust and walked around the room. The performance continued; the main thing was not to lower the degree of sexual tension.
— How did you like the beginning, Nikolai Stepanovich? Not bad, I think, huh? — she playfully addressed the associate professor. He didn't answer. Masha turned around, and a cold needle of fear sharply pricked her heart. The associate professor was still half-lying on the sofa with his trousers down. His eyes were closed, a serene expression frozen on his face, his limp penis resting on his leg.
— Nikolai Stepanovich, what's wrong with you? — the girl ran to the professor and began fearfully shaking him by the shoulders, slapping his cheeks, but Kislitsyn stubbornly showed no signs of life.
"Did he die? That's all I needed!" — flashed through Masha's head. With trembling hands, she took a mirror from her purse and held it to the associate professor's nose. The surface fogged up, meaning the man was breathing. Wildly agitated, Masha began pressing the buttons on her mobile phone.
— Hello, ambulance! S-someone's feeling bad!..
After a short standard dialogue with the dispatcher, the girl, almost crying, sat on a chair, wringing her hands in despair. Then she remembered that the only clothing she had on at the moment was stockings, cried out, and began hastily getting dressed. Bringing a damp towel from the bathroom, she carefully wiped the associate professor's penis of traces of semen and pulled his trousers up over his loins. Turned off the music.
Soon the doorbell rang. Masha rushed into the hallway and returned to the room accompanied by an elderly female doctor and a young male nurse.
— Just in time, very timely, — the woman said, giving the associate professor an injection. — Need to hospitalize urgently! Lyosha, bring the stretcher quickly.
The nurse hastily left the room. Masha watched the doctor's actions fearfully, then asked in a trembling voice:
— Tell me, will he live?
— I won't hide it, the situation is serious, — the woman shook her head worriedly. — If his heart holds out, then yes. Who are you to him?
— His niece, — Masha lied for some reason.
The woman skeptically eyed the girl's outfit, the set table, but remained silent. Then quickly filled out some document and handed it to Masha:
— Sign here… Niece…
Meanwhile, nurse Lyosha returned with another man. They began carefully placing the associate professor on the stretcher…
A few days later, Masha in a white coat entered one of the cardiology wards. On a hospital bed by the window, she immediately noticed the pale Kislitsyn.
— Ah, Mashenka, hello, — he greeted the girl in a weak voice.
— How are you, Nikolai Stepanovich?
— Better already, thank you. Do sit down. I scared you, my dear. Didn't calculate my strength, old fool, — Kislitsyn gave a crooked smile, then lowered his already quiet voice so the ward neighbors wouldn't hear. — I'll be frank, you were simply magnificent! Maybe you'll drop by again for a cup of coffee when they discharge me?
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