The Power of Conquest <unk> the kiss.

After ENEM I ended up choosing the Faculty of Electrical Engineering at UFRGS, despite being a Paranaense from União da Vitória, I chose Porto Alegre, not only for the quality of the college, but also because I always liked a colder, more cozy climate.
My name is Olivia, dark brown, 5'10", straight black hair, light green eyes, skinny, not so hot, medium breasts and a smaller butt than I'd like and half-thin legs.
I've always been a good student, the best grades in the colleges where I studied. So much so that I didn't even prepare so much for ENEM. Studying is a pleasure, almost a fun, even more mathematical. I'm an assumed CDF. I had some boyfriends, some quick experiences with girls. I didn't know exactly what I wanted, but nothing attracted much attention to me. Sex didn't seem as attractive as for other people of my age. I had the impression at the time that I was going to become an assumed bachelorette.
I arrived in Porto Alegre and soon I was able to enter a republic of students, all from Federal, I was the only one in engineering, we were five girls, each with his own room. It was not the best of worlds, but it was possible at the time.
In the first semester, I was still adjusting to the new life, the city and the studies, everything was normal, although the pace of the classes was much more intense than in high school, it was just a matter of adapting to the new pattern, and that's what happened to me.
The only problem was the teacher of Calculus I <unk> from the first day I realized that my saint did not match hers. It had to be just a woman. Dona Odete, the <unk>Jararaca<unk>, as the students called her. She looked like something out of some book by Erico Verissimo, she was no more than 160 cm tall, half fat, her face was round, her eyes black, because of some glasses with black rings and thick lenses. Her hair was the same color as her eyes, stuck in a ridiculous cocoon behind her head. She could very well pass for a superior nun of some convent, even the clothes were old-fashioned, skirts just below the knees, always almost in a small house of sleeves matching the skirt. Everything in a discreet, lifeless color.
Formal, in a few words, possessed of a gauche accent completely out of fashion. And brave, very brave. Odette lived with a bound face, vindictive, unpleasant. No one knew if she was married, but there was a rumor that she had dated each other a long time ago. I could not imagine any woman who might be interested in Odette, even the teachers seemed to be afraid of her.
The whole class had problems from the beginning of the course and it was almost only with her. No one got more than eight in the exams and that was very rare. Only with me it seemed worse. It was nauseating just to look at Odette. And from the way Odette answered the same coin, she also did not like me. When I dared to ask a question she was harsh with me, with everyone, but with me it seemed a personal question, bordering on humiliation.
I don't know why I've never done anything for her.
While my grades in the other subjects followed the pattern, always above nine, sometimes an eight here and an eight there. With her, the best grade was a seven, the others were always around six. I was going to pass in the subject, hurt, humiliated, but I would pass. Only it hurt my pride, much more than other people. I was practically the only one who was happy with the test results.
The devil himself, more tests came, and I prepared to the utmost to leave no doubt that I would beat the authoritarian dictator who thought she was the master of Calculus I. I was sure that I would close the test, it would be a slap in the face of the crown.
I was shocked, I have never in my life had such a low grade. And it was not the only one, Odete passed a soap in the class. He warned that so no one passed, that it was no use complaining to the principal, even if it was the dean.
And there I was, frantically trying to figure out how I could have gotten something as simple as the integral of a sine wrong. Absurd! How could I have failed? That was the question I asked myself when Virginia decided to look at the evidence.
How can you, we came up with the same result and you got a zero, and it wasn't just that.
We checked the tests, we checked with other students, and my answer was with the others, but only mine had a red <unk>X<unk> and a zero.
Talk to her, go there and complain, don't let her get away with it, what does that little woman think she is?
There were even people who wanted to speak for me, but knowing Odette, I thought it best not to ask at the time, so when the end of the class came, when I had the chance, I went to talk to her.
I think there was a mistake in my note, the question of the integral of the sine...
- I never make a mistake, honey.
Putting the books in the briefcase on the table, she didn't even look at me.
It's just that I compared the answer to everyone else's, and the answer was the same, but only mine got a zero.
I showed the evidence, mine and Virginia's, Odette held them both and adjusted the glasses with an air of annoyance, shook her head as if denying something, a sarcastic laugh on her face, I thought she was going to respond with a curse word, but it was better than I expected.
- Go to my office this afternoon, after two, bring the evidence.
She looked at me with her usual hard eyes and marched off like she was in a military parade.
- You're acting like a child.
- She asked me to take our evidence this afternoon to her office.
- At least it's something.
Yeah, well, at least he didn't send me to the bitch who gave birth.
- Then go, but you'd better take a snake bite vaccine.
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I knocked on the door a little after two, and I looked like a little girl who'd made art, like I'd done something wrong, my heart almost coming out of my mouth, but Odette's sebum was the culprit.
You can open it.
- Excuse me, good afternoon.
Even as she sat behind the desk that unpleasant little girl looked like a giant, which made me even more intimidated. I handed over the evidence and she examined the leaves with that careless look that she had. We were both silent for I don't know how long. I stood there, the naughty one didn't even offer me the chair to sit on, and she was there examining the evidence as if it were a petulance for me to come and complain about a note of hers. I was losing my patience, crazy to get out of there. And she seemed to enjoy torturing me, she took pleasure in humiliating me, especially me. I still didn't understand her implication with me.
- You see, the answer is the same in both tests, in fact there are at least three questions with the same result.
- I know, I know.
I didn't know if she was angry with me or with the annoyance. Wanting to punch the lambisgoya in the face. That's when I had a surprise. Odette took off her glasses and put them on the table, she didn't even look like the same person. It was as if she had rewritten ten years, she was different, I don't know what magic that was. She scribbled something in the test. And I took courage to speak again.
I studied hard for that test, and I was sure that this time you'd give me a better grade.
She laughed at the way I spoke, like a mother laughing at her daughter.
- You're one of those who likes to be the best in the class, you're too young, you don't understand the signs of life, it's not enough just to dedicate yourself to get a perfect grade, it takes a little more...
She laughed and kissed me like she was admiring my body, and I didn't know what she meant, and the fool here decided to string up the mysterious old lady.
- A little more than what?
Admiration and respect for those who know more than you, at least that's what you should do.
She stretched out her arm and handed back the papers. I pulled out the sheets and checked the grade. Wow! I almost let out a scream. A nine! It was my best grade with her, it was the best grade in the class.
Oh, my God, Odette did it!
She put her glasses back on, closed her face, went back to being the same old bitch.
- Who are you? - Professor Odette.
I'll see you later.
I turned my back and ran towards the door, that woman had the power to make me nervous, even without looking at her.
- Come back more often Olivia, it will do you good, some advice who knows.
- I'll be back in a minute.
I went to the library to tell the news and nobody believed that Odette's jararaca had changed the note, not even the veterans believed what they saw.
I've never heard of Odette changing anyone's grade, everyone's always been afraid to confront the fascist.
I don't know, all I know is she didn't even argue, and she didn't have anything to argue about either, and the answers were all the same.
You've had people try and fail, even complaining to the board.
Anyway, it came as a gift. I was relieved, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I just couldn't get it out of my head what Odette had told me, that invitation. I thought it was strange and at the same time I became curious. Apart from her transformation in front of me, she was someone else. Someone more interesting, fascinating. I don't know what it was.
But the surprises didn't stop there.
A few days later, in the next lesson, I confess I wasn't even paying attention when Odette walked into the room, I was writing the notes from the previous lesson, it was Mariza who poked me.
Look at Olivia, look at the snake!
- What's the matter?
I was still looking at the notebook, the whole class was silent, which was a rarity, everyone was looking at Odette. It was me looking and being bestialized. It was the other one, the one who had revealed herself to me in her room. Only even younger, even more interesting. Without the glasses, probably glasses, but two loose hair strands falling in front of the ears, lips painted in a red lipstick. The clothes had not changed much, but there was a flower on the lapel of the cottage.
- What's the matter, did she get some fat-ass nut to eat the crown?
- What did you say, Mr Gustavo Alcantara?
I didn't say anything.
After all, if I were you, I'd be more concerned with studying the subject than with flirting with your classmates.
Odette shot Gustavo who was sitting behind me, put her fingers in the front pocket of his dark green jacket and looked at me. It was just a moment, a moment that seemed to freeze time. She stared at me with her shining eyes and I was mesmerized by her figure. It looked like a boyfriend. I've never had a "girlfriend", there are kisses here and there, just to try. I knew that my business was with men. At least I thought it was. Although no one had paid attention to me for a long time.
I found her amusing, I found my own ideas amusing, foolish, imagining a woman like Odette interested in a silly girl from the inside, like me. Even rejuvenated, Odette didn't stop until she said enough. In this she remained the same, sadistic and arrogant as always.
It was the same day, that day, Friday afternoon. A coincidence, I was leaving the library for a snack, she was coming from the other side of the corridor in the opposite direction. I had no way to turn around, there was no corridor, a ladder, a hole for me to get into. The two of us walking, the corridor seemed to be a kilometer, she never reached, I could only hear the sound of her heels hitting the stone floor. I had no fun not looking and thinking about what to say.
The voice barely came out.
- Good afternoon, Olivia.
She walked by, and I turned around, and I don't know why I turned around, but I turned around and I talked.
You're much prettier now, Odette, I mean, teacher.
She opened a smile and her face lit up like a sun.
- Did you really like it?
She fixed my shoulder hair.
She got younger, prettier.
I've won my day.
We both stood there in the middle of the empty corridor, her eyes fixed on mine, I laughed without knowing why, without understanding what it was, it was Odette who pulled me back from the clouds.
- Do you have an appointment today?
- What?
I know a restaurant I haven't been to in a long time.
- No, I don't know him.
- It's cozy, very interesting, delicious food, wonderful, I've been going a lot, I haven't been for years, I just need company.
I tried to think of an excuse and it didn't come. It was so strange, so unusual, I didn't know if it was pure friendship or if it was a flirtation.
- I'm not sure I'll be good company.
She buttoned my blouse without asking, stared at me with her black eyes, two black balls evaluating me.
- If I invited you, it's because you are. If it wasn't for us, we wouldn't even be here talking. Give me your number and I'll call you. Can I pick you up at eight? I'll send a message first.
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We arrived at the Dominus almost half past eight. Elegant, exquisite, almost in a penumbra with various settings. All the tables of granite towels, with a glass pot where starry candles boomed illuminating the waters. The walls reminiscent of exposed bricks, something more rustic. And in the frames of different sizes, illuminated by spots at different angles. Black and white photos of various people, sometimes a focus on the eyes, on the hands, a mouth, a breast, the curvature of a waist, the hips of a man. Naked women in heels and shiny socks up to the thighs, holding long whips, men kneeling with scissors pulled by girls in elaborate masks.
I noticed the waitresses, there were no men, the couples were all women, a lot of mature people accompanied by girls.
I'll have a Blue Sky and you Olivia?
I looked at the menu, trying to figure out how much all that stuff cost, and I had no idea what to choose, because I had nothing I'd ever had before.
- How about a Midnight Special?
- We also have the G-spot. - The waitress suggested it.
It's better than Midnight, it could be this one.
- I didn't have that G-spot in my day, so I'm gonna give it a shot.
Odette laughed with a scratch on her face, she was laughing at me, she liked to see me turn red like a strawberry.
It's been a long time since you've been here.
I haven't been called that in a long time, usually I'm the snake, the rattlesnake, the jararaca.
- I didn't even know. - Of course she didn't believe me.
It's been a while since I've been here.
And she started telling me about life, telling me stories, and she was talking and I was calculating the size of the dome that would be that dinner, I was going to end up in prison or naked, she was praying for her to pay, the drinks were gone, the entrees came, the pasta of different flavors, the garlic soup for her, the pumpkin soup for me.
- Bring me an Argentine Cabernet, can it be Olivia?
And I was going to say no.
As time went on, the two of them drinking and Odette becoming more and more cheerful and loose, she was telling me stories from her childhood, her studies at St. Mary's, her college, her marriage to her late husband.
I'll have a fish, let's see a good one.
I'll also have one of whatever you choose, Odette.
My head was spinning with the effects of the drinks, and I couldn't control the way I called Odette, and she didn't pay any attention to that ridiculous label either.
I'll have a salmon with mustard and honey, and you can have one with asparagus.
It was surprising to me to imagine Odette married to anyone even more when it came to the intimate details of a long marriage.
- What do you mean, a cage?
When he disobeyed me, when he overstepped, you had to make it clear that he was in charge, even because Mario Sergio loved it, it took years for him to accept who he really was, a masochist, an invert, but it wasn't his fault, it was me who deep down didn't want to accept who I was.
- Inverted ?
A man who accepts a woman's penetration, who enjoys being possessed, orgasms much more intensely, fingers massaging the prostate or a penis sodomizing the male.
It was all a whirlwind of information, and I got carried away by her conversation, I got into the rhythm, more and more curious.
- And what was it you didn't want to accept?
I'm not much for conventions, but deep down I'm what they call dominant, a master of sex, but I don't follow rules, I make my own.
- Did it start there, in Santa Maria?
There, then we came here, and that's when Marta came into our lives.
Odette laughed as if confessing a secret. She bit a piece of salmon and put the fork on the edge of the plate, chewing and examining my reactions. I looked at the plate not sure if I had heard or if I thought I had heard.
Who is Marta?
Can I really trust your discretion?
Don't worry about it.
I took a sip from the cup, trying to hide the discomfort, the feeling that all this was deeper and more intimate than I could have dreamed.
It was intense for me, those years were remarkable, the three of us experiencing everything, no boundaries, no strings attached, living what our bodies asked for, it was the purest sensation of horny, even more three, but I was always in control of two.
- And what did you do with them?
Nothing, it's just that it was in their nature, what it took for them to feel fulfilled, they both liked to be dominated, subjugated, possessed, and I found out that I loved doing all those things.
- Marta was a masochist?
But we only know Marta here, young, twenty years old, came to work for us, and coincidentally, it was not long ago that Mario and I were living this new reality, and it didn't take long for Marta to discover us, young like you, face of an angel.
I mean, did she just accept it so quickly?
- She was very curious, she spent some time watching us, hiding behind the door, the curtain, we knew, most of the time we knew, it was Mario who suspected, I think he saw her wet panties in the bathroom, he told me and suggested.
- You two with her!?
- No, it was me. Mario went away for work and I asked Martina to stay with me. I let her feel at ease, I showed her that it was safe. And she opened up, confessed. Then it was just to accept. Martina was a sweet little bitch. A delight to masturbate, I left her naked and wet in the middle of the room for the first time. Sorry, I talk too much, it's the effect of the drink.
And then you happened to share it with your husband, didn't you get jealous?
- There's no jealousy when you accept. And they needed us. Submissives always need us. And when one made me nervous I locked in the cage. Most of the time it was Mario. The bastard liked to see me with Martinha, was more a voyeur than a masochist. She was the perfect guy for a dominant like me. The girl turned another between four walls, a madness.
- She never stayed with him?
- Of course he did.
- In front of you?
- Usually the three of us together.
- Count it.
I've talked too much, much more than I should have.
- And when did he die?
- Fifteen years or so.
- And Marta still lives with you?
Odette looked at the hands stretched out on the table with an air of sadness, the hands laid rubbing together.
Marta got married, moved to Canada, has a beautiful adopted daughter with her new wife.
- How long has it been?
After Mario died, our relationship didn't last long, and I suspect she missed him more than I did, and she was never the same.
- And you were alone, there was no one else?
I ended up disillusioned, hiding from myself, no one else was worth it, not until now.
She caught me off guard. We stared at each other from behind the cups, her eyes shining, her lips closed, and my face burning. It wasn't an indirect punch, it was a punch in the face. I was getting clumsy, more and more curious, but I also couldn't help being afraid. It was going faster than it should. Odette was stranger than I imagined.
It's a good thing the waitress broke the mood by removing the plates and cutlery.
- Would you like some dessert, some coffee?
- I'll have an espresso.
- Nice to meet you, too.
I looked at the clock, thinking of a way to get away, it was over ten o'clock.
I never thought you'd be like this.
You've never kissed a friend, you've never rubbed a baby's head?
No, it was just kissing, teenage curiosity, and I never really liked it.
- More what?
I don't know if I... I don't know... I guess I'm not like Marta.
Maybe because you haven't allowed yourself yet, haven't discovered yourself.
But I don't think I'm the passive type, the submissive type, not my style.
You have her eyes, her laugh, her manner... but it's okay, I didn't bring you here to embarrass you.
Odete didn't even let me look at the amount. She paid everything on her credit card. She didn't seem disappointed, I thought she accepted better than I expected. We left talking about the course, the students, the abused teachers.
I was relaxing with the new stuff, I knew I was liking Odette more and more, but since she was there with me, nothing more than friends, confidants.
We arrived at my republic after eleven.
Well, Mrs. Odette, I enjoyed the dinner, I enjoyed the company, the conversation, it was more than I expected.
- Who knows we'll do it again some other time?
Who knows?
Everything I said was because I trust you.
She put her hand on the headrest of my seat, my instinct made me fear a kiss.
Don't worry, I'll never reveal anything like that, we're friends now.
I got out of the car, I ran towards the stairs of the building, I climbed the stairs, I put the key in the lock, and that's when I heard Odette's authoritative voice behind me.
- Olivia, please.
I just turned around, didn't have time for anything. She went up the stairs, Odette seemed to be more than two meters tall, looked me up from below. She pulled me up for ever. It was a crazy thing, a magical thing. A tongue kiss, the mouths glued together. I was invaded by Odette, I was possessed by the dirty tongue of my teacher Calculus I. Antipathic, half fat, a bore!
Odette licks the sky from my mouth, bites my tongue, sucks like an erect penis fucking her mouth she gets more and more thirsty and crazy and I accept to be invaded by the teacher I feel my breasts getting hot, pointed
I was being inoculated by a vicious snake, I was surrendering myself to Odette's pleasures, my walls were falling down, my mind was opening up, I didn't know who I was anymore, all I wanted was for that kiss to never end.
I didn't open my eyes until her kiss had spread from mine there was a thread connecting our mouths the two of us breathing together, unique.
- Good afternoon, Olivia.
There was a gleam of tears in the corner of one of her eyes. Odette went down the back stairs without taking her eyes off me. She took a few steps like this and turned walking towards the car.
I tried to speak, the voice got stuck in my throat, my body was shaking, I was shaking from head to foot, I was stuck at the top of the stairs watching a car pull away and disappear at the end of the street, my head was spinning in a whirlpool, I was out of breath, no one had ever kissed me like that.
I didn't know who I was anymore, who I was.