When I saw him for the first time, he immediately liked me. Young, open, cheerful .. And at the same time intelligent .. He stood out against the background of other teachers. I did not think seriously about the relationship with him. Then it seemed to me that the relationship between a teacher and a student could be just an illusion. I did not have couples with him and the opportunity to get acquainted. I did not allow a fleeting sympathy to take over my mind. I could not imagine that the case would bring me back with him. On the last semester of training, I, having learned from the teacher that his course is compulsory, chose him at the last minute.
I accidentally missed two pairs .. I repeatedly heard from students that he was a strict teacher. I wrote him a letter, in which I apologized very much for the omissions. Despite the fact that I wrote late at night, I received an instant response in which he thanked me for the letter. On that day, he did not know me personally. On the first couple I caught myself thinking that it was nice to look at it, listen to it. The next couple I came in a dress that emphasized my dignity. Probably, on this day he noticed me.
In the evening I found a letter from him. In the eyes rushed the words highlighted in large print: ONLY YOU. I was frightened, assuming that I did not do a good presentation. My fear changed to joy when I read: "Hello, I found that only you one of the group honestly put attendance.If you are as smart as honest, then you will succeed." Congratulations! "
A smile appeared on my face. His words gave me a sense of easy euphoria. I wanted to write that he very pleased me, and that his opinion is very important to me. I wanted a more intimate communication .. I wanted to destroy the walls .. I felt that he showed an exceptional attitude towards me.
In the next letter he asked me what country I was from. He first greeted and asked how I was doing when we accidentally crossed into a university. I wrote him messages about the subject, although in fact I just wanted to write to him. And I received answers in which he showed that he always came to meet me.
One day my friend invited me to barbecue with classmates and teachers. I immediately noticed him. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I wanted to approach him, to talk. I was worried, because I really liked it. On a picnic, he asked me if I would come to the next pair and what plans I had after graduation. He seemed very nice to me. I felt that I was very easy with him, and that he would never offend me. He told me that I could leave early if I wanted to. And I really like his couple. I was sad to think that when the pair ends, I will no longer have the opportunity to communicate with him. I enjoyed every opportunity to see him. His couples waited impatiently.
When the picnic ended, I rode on the bus thinking about him, about the fact that I would give everything to be with him. I wanted to add it on Facebook. He has pictures of the girl on the desktop screensaver. But I wanted to be with him no matter what. He wrote to me on the post that he can not add students to facebook and added me to Skype. I thought it was just a gesture of propriety. But he wrote to me. We corresponded all night. He invited me to a Japanese restaurant.
Our first date brought me a lot of positive emotions. I was very easy with him. I was worried about my difficult task, but with him I felt an extraordinary ease. As soon as I began to talk about my problem, I blushed in a smile, charging him with a positive. His words encouraged me, and the problems became insignificant. We walked with him at night. Time with him flew by unnoticed. I felt good with him.
Once in karaoke, he asked if I could braid my pigtail. With what tenderness he touched my hair. He stroked my ear. A pleasant wave swept through my body. He touched my shoulder, but he did not dare kiss me. A week later he kissed me. It happened in the middle of my story in a darkened cafe. I felt his excitement, because he did not yet know my reaction. I felt dizzy. I did not believe that this was happening to me. I felt myself in the seventh heaven with happiness and at the same time very vulnerable and vulnerable. After all, the next day he had to leave. Then I did not know if I would see him again. I got used to it from the first kiss. He became a part of me. I shed tears, smiled slightly and gazed tenderly at him. He kissed me on the nose. I wanted to cuddle up to him, be as close to him as possible. He passionately kissed my ears and neck. These kisses were driving me crazy. From his kisses in the neck felt an electric shock.
The next day he left. My world stopped. I would like to be with him, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, my whole life. I glowed with it, blossoming like a flower. I cried, not stopping until he wrote to me from the plane. Walking around the city, I looked with longing at the coffee house, next to which we always met. I wanted us to meet him in the old place, as before. When I came to the karaoke with my friends, I pictured us there, together, clinging to each other, passionately kissing and enjoying intimacy. I would open to him completely, would dissolve in him.
I waited for him. We saw each other in a month, which seemed to me an eternity, devoid of meaning without it. That day we talked like friends. He did not dare to kiss me. I was at a loss, but still happy that I saw him, perhaps for the last time. Returning home, he wrote to me that he would have met again. We talked, drank mojito. And suddenly our lips merged in a passionate, desired kiss. In between kisses, he stroked my head, put my head gently to his chest.
The next day I returned to Russia forever. I missed him ... his lips ... his hands ... his words ... his smile ... his presence ... Our communication on the Internet a little brightened up my experiences, but I was very little. It is unbearably painful to feel a person native, while not being able to touch it.
A few months later I went to this country on business. My soul hovered in anticipation of meeting him. One night I came to his house. We kissed and caressed each other, but we did not have intimacy.
Before I left, we drank coffee, and he talked about his family. He took back my old plane ticket. Remembering the last moments of our meeting, I still cry. I'll never forget the moment when he took me to the hotel. He briefly kissed me one last time. We kissed passionately for a while, then he tenderly embraced me. I could not stop, I continued to kiss him, he hugged me, and I again returned to his sweet lips. I pressed my body against him, we really wanted each other. I could barely restrain my tears. I stopped kissing him only when he told me: "Let me go." Finally he stroked me, ran a hand through my hair, smiled tenderly and said: "Keep studying. You're my student. We will keep in touch. "I only said:" Bye. "I returned to the room, occasionally letting a tear down.
I will always remember the wonderful moments that this man gave me. I keep our correspondence. I remember the taste of his lips, his touch, his voice, our conversations, our intimacy. I really liked him, and no circumstances prevented him from being with me. He gave me tenderness, passion, an extravaganza of emotions, joy, attention, support, a holiday. I am infinitely grateful to him for understanding and tact. He is the first man who has found an approach to me. He never hurried me, he always listened to my wishes.
I returned to Russia forever. It hurts me that I can not see him again. I would have told him so much, I would have snuggled close to him. I would have presented myself to myself no matter what ... a man who sought to recognize me, revealing my women's secrets and leading me to the peak of bliss ... to a man who became my tender friend, passionate lover, wise teacher ... a man who took care of me and guarded ... a man who with great feeling gave pleasure and did not hurry with sex ... I would really like to tell him how much these meetings mean to me. It was a flash, an attraction. He became special for me. With him, I learned to live emotions, feelings, appreciate every wonderful moment of relationships. Perhaps our relationship was short, but so tender, sincere, real, special. I would like to believe that this is not the end. But even if our relationship does not continue, I do not regret anything. I experienced happiness that not every woman gets. I was with a wonderful, worthy man, very sensitive to me and I loved and desired. I know for sure that we should meet again, our emotions will not abate. He will also tenderly look at me and kiss me passionately ...