Author's Notes:

This first section is a flashback in Dimitri's Point of View.  Starting the chapter off with some mature content here.  

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Flashback:

Dimitri's POV:

As I got into the car to go pick up this girl from the internet - Tasha -, I flipped the radio aimlessly, trying to put Roza out of my mind. As I got to the eighties station I usually listened to, the song "Don't Stand So Close to Me" by the Police came on.

With the opening lyrics, "Young teacher, the subject / Of schoolgirl fantasy / She wants him so badly," I realized maybe this wasn't the right song to put her out of my mind. I changed the radio over to the country station and waited a good solid minute through commercials before I gave up and flipped it to a classic rock station. I wasn't as familiar with the song, but I recognized enough as Van Halen sang out, "Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad / I'm hot for teacher." I flipped the station again to light rock. The announcer said, "And here's Amy Winehouse with 'Teach Me Tonight'." Without even listening to the song, I flipped it again to the oldies station. I heard the Beatles come on and tried to tune out the thoughts in my head until I heard the lyrics, "Well, she was just seventeen / You know what I mean." The Police song should've been over, so I flipped back to the eighties station. It was a hair band song that I hadn't heard in a while. No discernible lyrics hit me as I tuned into the station, but then I heard, "She whispered sweet and brought me to the floor, she said / I'm only seventeen / But I'll show you love like you've never seen."

I hit the power button on the radio so hard that I heard the plastic cracking. No music for tonight.

When I arrived at her door, Tasha answered, wearing a St. Vladimir's uniform. "You must be Tasha. I'm Dimitri Belikov," I told her, extending a hand to shake it, "I'm sorry - I'm not quite sure how to do this."

Tasha took my hand, but instead of shaking it, she pulled me in closer by it and placed it on her ass, saying, "Don't be shy, handsome. Come in for a minute so I can grab my purse." Tasha released my hand and turned to walk back inside.

"Your home is lovely," I told her as she walked away, "as are you."

While I'll be the first to admit that Tasha was lovely, she was the polar opposite of Rose in every way except for the darkness of her hair. Where Rose was short, Tasha was tall. Where Rose had a deeply tanned complexion, Tasha had pale porcelain skin. Where Rose had hypnotically dark, exotic eyes, Tasha's eyes were - true to her screen name - the lightest shade of blue eyes I'd ever seen. Where Rose had ample, full curves and well-defined muscles, Tasha was model-slim to the point I wondered if she might have an eating disorder. Where Rose was younger than me and still a teen, Tasha might've been thirty-five - old enough to have a teenager of her own.

After a few moments, she returned to the door. Tasha leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, her lips slightly parted. Never before in my life had I experienced a kiss from a woman so quickly after being introduced. Tasha moved her lips over to the center of my mouth as she pushed her tongue out to request entrance. I closed my eyes and began to imagine kissing Rose. I reached my hands up to wrap them in this imaginary Rose's long hair. It wasn't as silky or wavy as Rose's hair looked, but her hair was long and dark. I put all of my desire and passion into that kiss - all of the feelings I'd been holding back with the real Rose.

One of my hands slid down along her back to pull her body flush to mine. After a few more moments of fervent kissing, I told her, "Let's go to St. Vladimir's. Now."

By the time we arrived at the school, my cock was twitching, thinking of how I would plunge it into this pseudo-Rose, taking her right on my desk, while imagining Rose's voluptuous body wrapped around me. "Follow me," I told her, using my keys to get into the building and then my classroom.

As we walked into the classroom, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her and rubbing my hands across her breasts while she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her breasts were tiny compared to the real Rose's, but I wanted to give attention to her whole body.

As my lips trailed to her neck, she said to me, "Dimitri, where do you want me? Would you like to take me right against the wall?"

"On the desk, but not yet. I decide when," I commanded her, "And call me 'Comrade'."

"Will do, Comrade," she smirked, finishing the buttons on my shirt and running her hands along my chest, "And you can call me ..."

"Roza. I'm going to call you Roza,"

"Yes, sir, Comrade," came her breathy reply as I reached down and hitched her leg up around my waist.

"Roza," I murmured into her neck as I finished unfastening the buttons on her shirt and began running my hands up along her stomach to her breasts, "you're making my cock so hard right now. Are you wet for me?"

"I am, Comrade," fake Rose replied, "I've been such a bad girl that I couldn't wait for you. I was touching myself imagining you when you showed up. Maybe you should give me detention?"

"You're already in detention, Roza, for the whole semester," I said, comfortably trying to forget I wasn't about to sink my cock into the real Rose, "How about I give you a pounding on my desk to teach you a lesson for that instead? I think I have something that could make an impact." As I said the last word, I rolled my hips up against this fake Rose's hips so that she could feel how hard I was.

"Mmm, Comrade," she said, "Can we go to that desk for the lesson now?"

I pulled up her skirt and saw that she was wearing plain white cotton panties, likely to complete the 'innocent school girl' look this pseudo-Rose probably thought I was going for. "Ah, Roza," I said, pulling them down so that they pooled at her ankles, "we both know you're not that innocent."

I slid my hand between her legs and across her opening. She was as wet as she had said. She was so ready. I was going to fuck this Rose soon. I ran a few fingers inside her. She wasn't as tight as I assumed Rose would be, but she could still clench around three fingers inside her. I ran my thumb along her clit as my fingers thrust into this fake Rose. She gasped, "Comrade, take me now. Please."

I took charge. Wordlessly, I pulled her over to my desk and sat her down on the surface, then pulled the condom out of my pocket. If it were truly the real Rose, I knew that she had probably had far less experience than this girl, so I maybe wouldn't need one for STD reasons with her - even if a history with Adrian could make me question that -, but with this Rose, I certainly would need one. "Would you like to help me with this, Roza? You're much too young to get pregnant," I said.

"Oh, yes, Comrade," she said, taking the condom packet and ripping it open and tossing the package in the trash. She said, "It's not my first time, Mr. Belikov, so I don't need you to be really gentle, but I - oh!"

I had just finished unfastening my pants and pulling my pants and boxers down. She had stopped as she took in the sight of my hard dick in front of her. Her hands came out to meet me. "Well, this is certainly something that would've been worth mentioning," she said, placing her hand along my length and stroking gently. She was rougher than I would've liked, but it was still a woman stroking me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel and imagining Rose's hands on me like that. "You're hung like a stallion, Comrade!" she exclaimed.

After she pumped me a few more times, I told her, "Enough teasing, Roza. I want you to put the condom on so I can feel you around me."

Fake Rose did as instructed and rolled the condom onto me. I spun her around and pushed her chest up to the desk. Anything to make this fantasy more like the real thing.

Despite turning her around, all I could think as I plunged into her was, 'This is not Roza.' Sure, she would get the job done, but my body and my mind knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was not the fiery too-young temptress I'd been lusting after for the past several weeks. She played the part as well as she could, but it was just not the same as the real thing. She'd called me Comrade. She'd let me call her Roza. She'd even curled her hair and worn the uniform for me. But it just wasn't Rose.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Rose Hathaway on my desk like this. I reached around a cupped at her breasts, imagining them much larger. As I thrust my cock into her, I told her, "You've been a very bad girl, Roza. I'm going to have to pound you extra hard for that." I grabbed her hips as tight as I could with both hands, sliding them up to get a better angle, and pushed myself as deeply into her as I could.

"Oh, God!" she groaned, "So deep! Oh, Comrade!"

"Yes! Roza!" I cried out as I continued to slide into her. I found myself calling her name over and over again, partially in awe that I was able to, and partially willing that I could somehow magically make her become the real Roza.
I took one of my hands off of her hip and wrapped her hair around it, while using the other to guide her body where I wanted it and I continued. I thrust into her again and again until I began to feel her walls tightening around me. I plunged in as deep and hard as I could, helping this fake Rose to orgasm around me. "Roza, I want you to come, now, around my dick," I told her.

As soon as I knew she had reached her peak, I allowed myself to join her, once again calling out, "Oh, Roza! That's it, beautiful! Come for me, baby!"

After we had both taken a few minutes to straighten up our clothes and I had disposed of the condom, I was left feeling even more desire for the real Rose than I had before. This was not getting Rose out of my system. I drove Tasha home in awkward silence. She offered to have me come inside for a drink, but I declined and said goodbye. 

I wouldn't be trying this again anytime soon.

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Song lyric credits from Dimitri listening to the radio:

Don't Stand So Close to Me - The Police

Hot for Teacher - Van Halen

I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles

Seventeen - Winger

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Author's Notes:

I can honestly promise you that as far as my intentions go for this story, this is the last time you will see Dimitri and Tasha as any sort of couple or having any romantic inclination to each other.  I hope that this is enjoyable for everyone and that you didn't get too uncomfortable with the Tasha or Adrian parts in the first few chapters here.

I spent a lot of time looking up song lyrics on the internet for this chapter and had a lot of fun with it.  I hope it made you smile a little, too.

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