The Adventures of the Young and Beautiful Marquise – or Tanechka, Up to Her Ears in Rye, in Sinful Impulses. Act 5.
ACT FIVE
"The Boy
Who Drew
the Lucky Ticket"
The morning summer chill pierced Tanechka's bare feet, creeping higher up her slender legs and striking further up into her brain, thereby marking the "exit" path for the remnants of drowsiness. Standing on her tiptoes, our girl stretched and, yawning sweetly, padded off to the kitchen to have a light breakfast. Behind the currently wide-open refrigerator door, although there was next to nothing in the way of edible supplies, for Tanechka, given her meticulous and even to some degree scrupulous care for her own figure, it was enough for one meal. Within a
second, the young lady, having retrieved a cherry yogurt, a banana, and a carton of apple juice from the little fridge, skipped like a graceful mountain goat to the dining table. Settling comfortably at the table, the completely naked young girl began her meal. The first victim of Tatyana's feast was the cherry yogurt, the remnants of which already adorned the girl's face with a white veil—specifically, the corners of such a careless and so sweet little mouth. Having washed down this light part of the morning meal with a glass of juice, the nimble Tanechka proceeded to consume the most calorie-dense item she had allotted for herself. She brought her palm to the oblong fruit and grabbed it, and with the fingers of her other hand began to peel back the yellowish banana skin. Having freed a little more than half of the lovely fruit from the soft shackles encircling it, the morning banana eater also managed to bring it closer to her mouth. The fruit, like a boa constrictor hunting a hare lost in the wild Asian jungles, entered her oral cavity somewhat slowly with Tanechka's gentle hand. Finally, the first significant portion of the banana entered it. But something went wrong... Thoughts about her deep worldly purpose swirled in her consciousness—and at that same moment, the young inventor decided to complicate her life a bit with a new oral challenge—and was in no hurry to bite off a piece of the banana. Instead of simply consuming the tasty sweet fruit, Tatyana decided to train her little skill of holding the reins tighter... and longer with this long treasure of the Colombian food industry. In an instant, clasping the somewhat firm oblong fruit with her plump lips, the beginning practicing fellatrix began to impale herself on it. But her inexperience prevented her from taking it deeper and for longer: Tanechka could only take the banana into herself for about 5-6 seconds, and then there seemed to grow an insurmountable palisade wall, expressed in sharply surging gag reflexes and, as a result—the inability to push it further, and if not push it, then at least leave it at the maximum depth allowed by her physiology for longer than the aforementioned time indicator. Tanya, practicing on this cock substitute, even became somewhat upset at her inability to perform a quality deep-throat blowjob in case of an impending need. She even thought of bursting into tears, simultaneously cursing and stigmatizing her body for its such hypocritical and monastic structure. But, pulling herself together, the girl who almost fell into a meaningless hysterics remembered a saying by a modern artist she loved: "art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable," and therefore there is no point in despairing. Such is life and such is her craft—to earn with sweat and blood the right to become a true Muse and Venus of this world. So what if Tanechka can't hold a banana in her throat for longer than 5-6 seconds. But she is learning. Truly, learning is the highest form of human art, for there is nothing more focused and motivated, guided and vulnerable than a person who is learning something in a field of knowledge that interests them. Moreover, Tanya's clear mind noted to her that once she managed to hold the banana in her throat, which required brute force, for a whole 10 seconds... A whole 10 seconds—such a small step for any outside passerby, but a giant leap for Tanechka herself. Deus benedicat! This definitely means that not all is lost—and in the future, the playful young madam, having gotten rid of the gag reflexes contrary to her true universal sexual nature, will definitely be able to fully master the craft of deep-throat fellatio.Having finished battering her throat with the "battering ram," Tatyana still ate it as she should—although it had lost its original taste and visual qualities, becoming like a bone gnawed by a hungry little dog due to small broken-off pieces and shriveling caused by the abundance of Tanya's saliva. The girl, finally finishing the meal, got up from the table and headed to her bedroom. Already there, she put a light white summer dress on her naked body. The length of the hem of this forced object of masking her intimacy and ripe breasts was above the knees—but not as high in relation to them as, for example, a mini-dress, where the hem itself is often hard to trace. On the contrary, there was nothing particularly vulgar or provocative (except, perhaps, the girl's protruding nipples) about it: just a dress, called a "midi-dress" among fashion designers and clothing store sellers, i.e., of medium length. Tanechka also put on summer sandals... And why did this beauty decide to cocoon herself like this? The answer is banal and lies in a certain emptiness of that storage space called "Tanechka's icebox"—let's say, the edible provisions might not even last until the next day, even with all of Tanechka's asceticism. For this reason, the prudent milady decided to visit the local store—to exchange her paper exchange equivalent for something more or less edible. Well, and since the happy society named after the Marquis de Sade has not yet arrived—in public it was necessary to observe some boundaries of the stupid decencies established by someone sometime—and to dress with humility, depriving the unfortunate fellow travelers of the opportunity to contemplate something beautiful.
"What do you need, girl?" said the rural saleswoman with a somewhat displeased tone reminiscent of a Ural accent. And immediately she smacked her lips unpleasantly. It was her obsessive habit.
Until now brave in a sexual sense, Tatyana was somewhat taken aback by this manner unfamiliar to her, but still somehow managed to formulate a more or less worthy response.
"Hello. Could you please give me all the yogurt packages you have, all the strawberries, and all the apples and bananas?" Tanechka pointed with her finger at each item. "And a bag, if you have one, please give it too."
"Of course I can, my dear," creaked the saleswoman. "Just tell me: what do you need so many bananas for? Are you practicing to please the local boys?"
Stung by the last remark from the saleswoman of the rural department store, who, as it seemed to our young customer, began to smirk sardonically, Tanechka predictably became embarrassed and blushed. At that moment, a storm raged within her: on one hand, she wanted to respond harshly and affirmatively—something like: "Yes, I'm practicing on bananas to learn how to suck off the local boys! And what business is it of yours? Want to compete with me?" On the other hand, a fleeting thought to take the usual passive defensive position outweighed in the girl's mind. As a result, Tanechka, after a five-second awkward hesitation, uttered something like this:
"M-m... no," Tanechka mumbled timidly. "For myself... to eat,"—this part of the phrase, adorned with a pause in its penultimate part, gave it a certain double, and for particularly depraved and bold listeners, even triple meaning.
"Oh, you'll tell me, you'll tell me," continues to torment the toad-like tormentor. "Alright, that'll be twenty-three rubles and fifty kopecks,"—having finished torturing the eighteen-year-old embarrassment and deciding to spare Tanechka, the saleswoman meticulously calculated the sum of the goods and announced it to the girl red as a tomato, standing coyly opposite her counter.
"T-thank you, v-very much," Tanechka thanked her timidly, upset by the saleswoman's insolence, while handing over the money and putting everything purchased into the bag. "Goodbye," said the young girl with some speed.
"Hey, silly! What did you forget on my fence?"—by substituting the variable "my house" or "my plot" with "my fence," the cunning Tatyana wanted to pass herself off as a not-so-bright girl, one who would never guess that the boy's goal was actually not the ridiculous crawling on someone else's wooden prickly fence.
"Oh," the guy got scared, "I was just getting my cat," the young man immediately gave himself away, somewhat disrupting Tanya's initial plan.
"M-m, and where is your cat if you were climbing onto my plot for her?"—the obvious question begged to be voiced with a curious thin voice.
"She ran away," the guy lied with boyish simplicity, looking at Tanya with eyes that betrayed this lie.
"And why didn't you run to catch her, if you're already running around other people's yards?" Tanechka presses further.
"Well, she ran kind of far... I'll come by again to look for her at your place, if you don't mind."
And this remark, besides causing some wariness, as it revealed the guy as a presumptuous idiot counting on a rude refusal, aroused sudden sexual excitement in Tanechka. For some reason, she immediately remembered the image of the first painting she had painted last night. The one where a mischievous girl was masturbating with passion for an embarrassed guy. For some reason, she wanted to bring that painting to life... right with this guy lying so stupidly. Now she would disappoint him in order to get her way.
"Come in. I don't mind. You know... pets are such friends, without whom life is not sweet, and a house is not a home. You have a house cat, right?" Tanechka played out the scene.
"Um-m-m... yes, a house cat... Well, semi-house cat," quickly realizing he had twisted his lie the wrong way, the guy tried to somehow save his hopeless position, "a couple of days she lives outside, a couple—at home. She just ran away from home now."
"And what does this kitty look like?" the girl grinned with feigned curiosity. She was starting to like this game.
"She's skinny and ginger. Will you help me find her?"
The answer about the ginger kitty especially amused the inquisitive Tanechka, who had excellent grades in biology lessons during her recent school days. She really knew that ginger cats—not toms, which are a dime a dozen, but female cats—are such a rarity only due to extraordinary chromosomal mutations, that in this world you could sooner find signs of Cthulhu's existence, but by no means a ginger female cat. However, besides this noted point, Tanechka noticed a certain weak erudition and urban origin of the guy, who looked slightly older than Tanya's eighteen. Most likely, as she thought, before her stood a city slacker, whom his parents had brought to this village to help with the dacha chores and not get into any adventures without such supervision.
"A ginger kitty?" Tatyana continued the performance with a surprised, mocking intonation. "But, I think, female cats aren't ginger. My dad told me that."
"They sure are!" the guy insisted. "Will you open the gate for me?"
The last, banally stupid question made Tanya lay all her cards on the table, thereby ending the meaningless double-talk.
"You don't even need an open gate to end up in my yard, silly. And I know perfectly well you didn't come to me for a cat," the girl smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
"Then for what, in your opinion? Do you think I'm some kind of thief? Look at my pockets—my hands haven't stolen anything!" the caught guy blurted out, turning out indeed empty shorts pockets and spreading his palms.
"I would have believed you weren't a thief anyway," Tanechka, approaching the point of excitement, sincerely assured, "because I'm absolutely sure that the purpose of your visit to my boring little yard is standing opposite you."
"Maybe so...," the guy said, belatedly realizing the pointlessness of his invention about the ginger cat and only with Tanechka's hint. "Just tell me... why do you always walk around naked at home?"
Such a sudden question, in theory, should have embarrassed Tanechka—like the one she had to listen to fifteen minutes earlier in the grocery store. However, the predatory nymphomaniac, unlike the previous occasion, was, firstly, aroused, and secondly, herself trying to seduce her interlocutor. Therefore, this time she responded much more creatively and promisingly.
"To please your eye," Tanechka smiled again. "I like to provide you with aesthetic pleasure. So I walk around naked," the vulgar girl shrugged as if it were a question on a completely mundane topic.
"I'd be grateful—you're good at it!" praised Tanechka the guy who didn't expect such a sincere answer. "By the way, what's your name?"
"So you need my name," the young coquette played hard to get. "Well, let's say, Tanya."
"Of course I need it! I want to get to know you," the guy suddenly grew bolder. "And my name is Andrey."
"Very nice," Tanechka said somewhat routinely. "And why do you want to get to know me? For what purposes?"
"To chat. You know, I'm a visitor here too, like you. Never been here before—no friends, no girlfriends, no acquaintances. Nothing and..."
"You think I'll only be interested in chatting?" Tanechka interrupted Andryusha, who had become uncharacteristically talkative.
"What are you hinting at?" the newly-made acquaintance, who had also become uncharacteristically cunning, took a wait-and-see position.
"Don't you want to come into the house with me and learn all my secrets, innuendos, and hints?" Tanechka beckoned as if with a finger the fussy Andryusha.
Andrey was successfully lured by Tanechka into her quiet pool. They ended up next to each other, even rather close, sitting at the same kitchen table. The initial topic of conversation for these two young individuals was getting to know each other better. Tanechka was the first to tell about herself, telling Andrey about her university performance, parents, and some girlfriends. She honestly told him why she came here, to the village, completely alone. She also lamented that she had always been lonely and had never even kissed. Andrey, in turn, told about his not-so-great studies at a vocational school. He was training to be a lathe operator and dreamed of joining not such a Soviet "Catch Up and Overtake," but modern CNC machines—to earn more and also work less and simpler. He told about friends and a failed school love, after which he hadn't had any relationships. Thus, besides Viktor Alexandrovich, another important acquaintance was established, which Tanechka intended to cement by making the first vulgar proposal.
"Oh, how sad all this is..." Tatyana summarized after listening to the story of traumatic relationships, "Having heard all this, I've come to the conclusion about your deep disappointment in the female sex."
"Let it be as you said. I don't know how to describe my feelings more clearly...," he used similar speech constructions always when he couldn't find the right word or when he couldn't formulate a more suitable thought, "but I think you're not far from the truth."
"If you want, I can dispel some of your prejudices about us...," the young hetaera purred enticingly before the decisive proposal, "only this revelation will be in several stages. But I would like you to agree at least to the first one..."—taking a deep breath, Tanechka gathered her courage, "So, do you want me to undress right in front of you now?"
It seemed all that was left for the mesmerized guy was to look at Tanechka in surprise. He really wanted to see her completely naked, but couldn't find the words that could be called "right" in this situation. But, gathering his willpower, still after a few seconds of hesitation, he said:
"Yes... I can help you, if you want."
"M-m, no," Tanechka snapped, beginning to take off her white dress, "you will touch me that way, and that's only one of the next stages of your return of faith in the female sex."
Habitually exposing first her attractive little breasts, then her flat