The teacher
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«Tommy!» she exclaimed, pinching the tip of his nose.
In response, he bit her hip and received a light blow to the top of her head.
«It hurts! Teeth and nails are the dirtiest place, Mr. Shulman!»
Tom ignored her grumbling, touching his lips to her knees and thighs, gently stroking the outside of them, lifting his hands to her buttocks. Thin skin, soft and cool, with lots of goosebumps, but so smooth. She stirred, stopping chewing the Apple as his kisses quickened on the inside of her thighs, down to her calves and back again. Shulman did this alternately, hearing only sobs and agitated breathing.
«You smell so sweet.»
She shrugged.
«Soap?»
«Noo… childhood.»
The Jewish voice became even more hoarse and low, a little relaxed. Shulman turned to face her, knelt, put his fingers on her legs, climbed up the robe, and untied the tight belt. Her eyes were like huge saucers with dark edges, so excited and scared. She leaned against the wall, leaning away from Thomas on the back of the sofa. Tom's hands went back to his thighs, tracing them and drawing invisible patterns. Another movement, and they were higher, under the Terry cloth, making their way to the buttocks. The edges of the robe began to slowly part, revealing a cleavage between her Breasts, a flat tummy, and a chest. When his gaze slid lower, Lily was already covered, tying the straps.
«Tom, don’t!» She squeezed his fingers on her buttocks, squeezing them until they were almost blue. The Jew held out his hands in front of him, as if she were an exhibit in a Museum that he couldn't touch even if he really wanted to.
«Why?» His trousers swelled with the effort, and he lowered himself to her thighs, covering her again with kisses that she clearly liked, his fingers brushing her ankles.
«Do you know what my father will do to me?»she asked in a trembling voice, looking down at Shulman.
He knew what her father would do to him, but for some reason he was drawn to her even more. Forbidden fruit is sweet.
«He won't find out, will he? If you don't tell him, he won't know anything, right?»
Lily nodded uncertainly, meeting his gaze with a mixture of shame and interest. Let's just say it was a routine lice check. And they tested not only Thomas, but also Lily, a Tough nut to crack, if I may say so, who knows her own worth and is afraid of her father. Tom wasn't going to take her just like that, in some hotel, in some room, on some couch. First she must become a Jew, which is why they are going to Jerusalem. And then they will see.
«No offense, but I can't,» she said, her voice trembling with emotion, and Lily swallowed a few words and got up to leave.
«I won't be offended.»
His hands opened and he released her, forcing her to jump over the edge of the sofa, head for the bedroom, and dive into bed with a relieved smile.
Part VII
Territory of Jerusalem
Thomas and Lily arrived at the hotel almost in the evening. Entering a large and spacious bedroom, Tom washed and straightened his hair, noticing a girl lying on her stomach, leafing through a Jewish magazine. Her smooth back and natural curves beckoned to him. He leaned over her, kissing the sticky, salty skin of her shoulders, pressing her against the bed.
«What does it say?»
Oh, those girlish things to distract him. Tom reluctantly looks up from the soft skin, trying to make out the text, but his eyes see nothing.
«Well… it says here that every girl, even if not a Jew, who arrives in the Holy city, must enter the waters of the Mikvah to be purified spiritually and gain strength,
«And why?» Lily exclaimed in a strangled voice, cringing at his caresses and smiling sheepishly.
«What is this stupid habit of asking me ten times»
«I just told you, honey, to be clean and strong. I'm going swimming tomorrow, too.»
His lips explored every unbridled inch of her smooth skin, and his ears caressed her sighs.
«You're as heavy as an elephant!» she hissed, trying to throw Thomas off her.
«Great pose, if I decide to take it by force, I will not turn away!» the Jew thought.
«But you can't run away…» Shulman said, getting to his feet and giving Lily his hand. She looked at him and smiled sweetly.
They had dinner at a restaurant where Thomas was finally able to enjoy traditional Jewish cuisine again. Small and cosy tables by the window, pastel colours, soft music and no clinking of freaking forks, like in a cheap Jewish eatery in London. Food is prepared strictly in accordance with kashrut. No stinking blood in the meat, no fucking dogs, cats, pigs or rabbits. No more fucking cancer. Only kosher food fills the soul.
«Don't boil a kid in its mother's milk, don't mix one with the other. Everything is fine, and everything is as it likes.»
Lily picked at the fish without much appetite, glancing at Thomas from time to time, her face propped on her fist. It was interesting to watch her as she straightened a short lock of hair and gazed thoughtfully out of the window. It's hard not to admire her simple beauty. But Shulman could tell from her pretty face that something was bothering her. Thomas pushed his plate away.
«Are you feeling ill after the flight?»
Lily shook her head violently, twirling her fork in her hand and trying to find the right words. Thomas already had a rough idea of the subject. She must have touched her sweet spot, which made Lily shiver, afraid that he would snap and do something stupid.
«Tom, I know this isn't going to be a thank-you trip for me.»
«You got it right....»
Shulman frowned, waiting for more.
«And I don't want to pay you with my body.»
«Ha, funny! Did I ask you to do this?»
She got lost, dropping her fork, and stooped to pick it up, knocking over a glass of juice that ran across the table, trickling into her lap. Everyone turned at the clatter of dishes. Tom stood up, suppressing a smile, and held out a napkin to help her dry her dress. Lily's face was flushed and her eyes twitched like a toy watch. That's how she got caught in the Jewish immodest network.