The Power of Attraction <unk> Savor your orgasm as she savored mine. <unk> Pleasure with the calculus teacher.

I went into the house, stunned by Odette's kiss, went to my room on a sleepwalk. Fortunately, the other girls were not at home. I took off my clothes, cleaned my makeup and went to the bathroom. Drenched, the waters falling on my body and I revisit the scenes, Odette talking and laughing at the restaurant table, the confessions, the strong wine, the waitresses, the paintings showing the naked bodies, the not so veiled proposal of my teacher. I washed myself without paying much attention until I felt the kissing scene, the surprise, her mouth, her tongue causing me new sensations. The soap went through my body like Odette's tongue: on my arms, on my breasts, my beaks getting hard. I leaned against the cold tiles, the water piercing my body like needles. Tense and furious, the soap went down to my waist, stroked my hair, the obscenity opened my lips, soaped me inside. Oh, how I wanted Odette naked on her knees kissing my thighs. - I hate you! My fingers disappeared between my legs. I touched myself dreaming of her, seeing Odette wet and driving me mad as if her fingers were hers. I lost my decency, my consciousness for her. I stood on tiptoe when I felt the rash coming from my bowels, the rain from the bath cutting me like darts and my belly boiling. I squeezed the beak of my chest at the last moment, I saw Odette laughing at me. I cried her name and gritted my teeth. I blinked dreaming that it was for her. I hadn't touched myself like that in a long time, it was so bizarre, Odette was just the calculus teacher, a rude bore who told me her secrets and said goodbye with a lascivious kiss on the doorstep. I sat on the bed tying my robe, combing my wet hair, pulling out my cell phone wishing she'd sent me a message. Nonsense. There was nothing. Odette was one of those who didn't show up when she was on zap. I thought about writing, but something held me back. Don't be silly, let her write to you. Wasn't she the one who kissed you? It's no big deal! It was hard to resist. Crazy desire to call, but I ended up lying and sleeping. Completely naked, I never do that, but for her I did. I crawled into bed like a virgin ready to be deflowered by a wiser woman like Odette. I rubbed myself, wrapped myself in the sheets and slept without finishing the immoral fuck with the college teacher, I did not even realize that I was tired. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling cold, a cloudy dream, my body exposed. I put my hand on my penis, the hairs creaking, my forehead stiffening. I rubbed my vulva, while Odette appeared mingling in the dream. I offered, I showed my desire, I was hot, the forehead stiff. I felt Odette's fingers opening my lips, making me hallucinate while massaging my point. I opened my legs like a bitch and felt the teacher's fingers entering my belly. The heat wet my fingers and I was pierced by my new friend. As if she were a male. A thirsty and crazy male, eating me hungry. Our bodies beating, our bodies loving each other. Ah! I dreamed of her filling my belly with her orgasm. I enjoyed it again, pained, contained, disappointed that it was just a crazy dream with her. But it was good, it made me sleep until morning. I woke up late, got ready and after coffee I went back to the room, anxious to see if there was a message. What are you doing? I couldn't take it anymore. "Good morning! Did you sleep well? I hope so. I just want to tell you that I loved dinner last night. It was special. Have a good weekend. Bjs". Nothing. He didn't see it. I was frustrated. He kissed me and then left! What a crazy thing, I thought. I went to do other things, I went to study my subjects. Only I didn't forget, it was enough to remember the laughter, the kiss, there was the desire and at the same time the discomfort to think that she was my teacher, a woman. How was I going to explain this at home? My father was going to have a stroke! Without talking in the college class, I was going to become a joke. Just Odette, to <unk>jararaca<unk>? It would be fun to hear Julio's laughter, Virginia's laughter. I didn't want to think about it, it was a cost to pay attention to my studies, and I still touched myself a few times on weekends thinking about her, and look, I'm not one of those people. ♪ ♪ When Monday came, I didn't have a class with her, yet I thought I might find Odette in the halls, in her room. On the Tuesday that was the day of the lesson, I was waiting anxiously, sitting staring at the door of the classroom, for the moment when Odette would appear in her bossy way, and I got a fright when Antunes came, the substitute teacher entered the classroom. - Odette's had a few setbacks, she's going away for a few days, maybe a couple of weeks. "Are you sick, Professor?" asked one of the boys. - I don't know. They didn't tell me. It was disappointing. I didn't even pay attention in class. What could have happened? She was afraid of me, embarrassed after the kiss? I'm looking like an irresponsible girl who comes out and says everything. It was echoing in my head. I was discouraged. That's not what I expected from her. So mature, so confident and ... Flee! What did you say, Olivia? Thinking high, thinking about life, Virginia. - Who would run away from you? I didn't answer, I was on my own before I put my tongue in my teeth and only made things worse. As the days went by, I forgot Odette, until I was ashamed to think that I had lewd dreams with a strange woman like her. I felt like a little girl deceived by people smarter than me. The problem was remembering the kiss. Ah! The Kiss! What a kiss, my God! How could there be a mouth like hers? The kiss didn't make the slightest difference in any sense. Because the mouth wasn't a man's, even a teacher's? It would be less problematic. That same Tuesday I ended up sending another message. Who knows if she was sick or some other unforeseen event. That's what convinced me at the time. She hadn't even bothered to read the previous message, but I sent it anyway, there was a reason. "Good morning! You have disappeared. Is there a problem? Is there something I can do? Write to me. Bjs. " Nothing, nothing, nothing, he didn't see me, he didn't want to talk to me. Stupid, I thought. Idiot! You sit there thinking that everyone is nice. That only wants the best for you, that nothing. You are only interested in yourself. I am really a fool. I was no longer frustrated, I was really disappointed, feeling naive. The next week, I opened my phone to talk to my family, and I saw that both of her messages had been read, but the frustration continued, there was no response. Okay! You don't want to talk, you don't want to talk! You just can't call me rude, disinterested. I just wanted to know what happened to you. I was talking loudly to the walls of the room. That woman was driving me crazy. Never mind, I did my part, if you don't want anything more with me, if you don't like the kiss, what can I do? I don't know, I don't know how to kiss anyone. I never kissed. Fuck! Shit! I sat in bed, despondent, wanting to disappear. Why didn't I go after her? Why didn't I call out to her that night, at the right time? The door of my room slammed open. Are you talking to me, or is Olivia talking to herself? You can't go in there like that! What, did they kick your ass? - It's none of your business. I threw a pillow at the door, she laughed it off, I lay on the bed in despair, it was a burden to go out to study, I was looking more and more like a teenager, this woman had the power to make me dependent on her, even without talking to me. The days went on and on until Friday came. Funny thing is, I woke up excited that day, I don't know why. I was just more cheerful, lighter, for no reason. I decided to innovate and wear a new dress, put aside my half-beaten jeans. And I put on a flowery sleeveless dress, even put on a lipstick, combed my hair. I don't know what came over me. I went to "college" without even remembering that it was her class day. I didn't expect to see Odette that day. Everybody was sitting there talking, the boys were praising me for the boldness of their shoulders in sight. Everybody was playing and laughing when the teacher came, only it wasn't Antunes, I soon understood that that figure was her, it was Odette! Not the features of her face, the full body, even though she seemed thinner to me. She was almost unrecognizable, definitely the other much more elegant. Dressed in a little outfit, but much more interesting, a light blue shade, thicker wool, thin thing. The short skirt covering up to the middle of the thighs, the open hood, rare thing, leaving the semi-transparent blouse exposed in a pink tone. The open button revealing the breasts stuck in a half-cup bra. You could even see the details of the bra. The most impressive were the hair. Short to the shoulders, painted with mahogany, and by the way she had done a treatment, at least a moisturizing. Well-made, the cream lipstick half grainy. It was a cat. I think I even heard a few whistles. Aliens abducted the crown, took it frozen to another planet, and left that ET here with us. It was Mariza speaking with her mouth shut and looking at Odette with her eyes wide open. I bet she came back pregnant with one of them, which is why they're kidnapping you. I put my open hand on my forehead, shaking my head from side to side without a laugh, and obviously Odette noticed the commotion and gave the class a good laugh, as usual. - What did you say, Mr. Julius? He walked up to the wallets, stood between mine and Virginia's, and I felt his skirt brush my shoulder, the smell of a soft perfume, a delicate fragrance, must have been imported. Mrs. Odette, I was just telling a story from a fiction film I saw this weekend. - It's Friday, your Julio. - It was Sunday, last Sunday. No one passes without studying. Odette rubbed herself on my body again and walked into the middle of the room, told everyone to open the book and started to unload the material. Virginia turned to my side, covered her face with her open hand, she only moved her lips. Did you hear that? I confirmed it by shaking her head, she's still miming with her lips. I bet she's in love with you. That confirmed what I suspected, I felt kind of proud. Was that transformation for me? Only then Gustavo poked me on the shoulder and spoke behind my back, close to my ear. Your grade wasn't a miracle, it was just a fat parrot eating the crown. It made me lose all the romance, so I leaned against the seat and whispered through my teeth. Stop being such a sexist, Gustavo. Are you jealous, or should I get you one? - That's enough, shut up. I turned around and tried to pay attention in class, and I convinced myself more and more that it was all because of me, and that I had suffered for her, just to surprise myself like that, but it wasn't just me who was shocked by Odette's transformation, the whole class was still excited about her, and I laughed at the nonsense too. But as the class went on, things calmed down and we started to meet. She was looking me in the eye, I was smiling from the side. A tennis game, an exchange of signals between the two. I loved feeling like her girlfriend. Sitting in the first row, I crossed my legs and discreetly climbed up the dress until I could see the knee. I saw Odette take a deep breath when she realized that. The problem is that Virginia also saw, from the back of her eye she looked at my thighs, I did the same with her. Looking at Odette and controlling Virginia, she didn't say anything, she just confessed. I had a question on my colleague's face. I pretended to scratch her leg, her knee and I went down the dress. I didn't even turn my face, I stayed the way I was. I couldn't do much there. I know what she thought. The class went on and Odette, as usual, unloaded a ton of material. It was the rhythm of the class until she finished and gathered her books into her briefcase. I was already at the door when one of the boys called her. - The teacher. It was a second of silence. - What's the matter with you? From the back of the classroom, the whole class, all the boys, at the same time, applauding at the loudest noise. I only saw Odette raise her arms, said something I didn't understand, and disappeared out the door. You're no good, you know, just because that boring Odette decided to go through her wardrobe, look at Olivia, how funny, and I haven't seen anyone do anything to her. Olivia didn't dress like an Ogre, I just wanted to know which Shreck saved Fiona. - Princess nothing, she is the Dragon, the question is who was the donkey? Gustavo made the gesture of showing the size of a penis and I lost my head and punched him in the back. You two are so childish. Let's go to lunch, it's about time. - I still think she must be pregnant by an ET. I just punched Julio in the arm again. ♪ ♪ I was leaning against the wall, looking at the courtyard, as if I didn't want anything. The two idiots were talking and laughing, it had been more than ten minutes and they were saying something that I didn't understand. I looked at the time, it was more than two and a half. I closed the door, it was still closed. And the two of them were talking endlessly, it seemed like they were talking about each other's lives. It took about five more minutes before they disappeared down the stairs, and I did a general search, if I was the only one on the floor, and I got close to the door and knocked lightly, even too lightly, when I was about to knock again. - Come in, the door is open! I opened the door, very carefully, stepped on eggs, stood in front of her. Odette turned the chair sideways, facing the wall, made it clear that she had crossed her legs. She stretched her arm out on the table and was playing with a pen between her fingers. - Put your stuff over there. He pointed to a coffee table in the corner of the room. Good morning, I mean, good afternoon. I approached half awkwardly, grabbed an elbow with my other arm, like I do when I'm wired, and Odette smiled at me, and I did the same, relieved. I didn't know you knew I was coming, it was supposed to be a surprise. I don't know why, I woke up happy today, I don't even know why I decided to change my clothes. Oh, the signs, yes, the signs, I love the signs, to be guided by them. She's talking looking at me, examining me from head to toe, biting the kiss until she turns the chair around and stands in front of me. - You look beautiful girl, very beautiful. I didn't expect it, no one did. Can you tell me what they said about me? Kids, you know how they are. - Tell me, I want to know. - Ah, some said that you were returned by the ETs, that you came back pregnant. They're getting more inventive. - Others said you were the Fiona who was saved by Shrek. - The Ogre? They say you fell in love with a donkey. She lowered her head looking at his outstretched arms on the table, his hands turning the pen and her sketching a laugh. - Those boys are worthless. - I also had to say that you fell in love with a man. I really did fall in love. She put her hands together, her fingers crossed against her chin, and it was clear that she was waiting for the cue to reveal a secret. - Who's that? - It's just not a man. Odette looked deeply into my eyes and I swerved to examine the window. Why didn't you call me, why didn't you say anything? - No, Olivia, the place I went to barely had cell service, and I wanted some time to myself. I don't know what you thought of me, I don't know if you didn't like my talk, my... kiss. - And why wouldn't I like your kiss? - I think I got a chip in my eye. I scratched my throat trying to disguise it was working, so I went and cried right in front of her. - It won't come out. You don't have to feel guilty about anything, I wanted to be sure of what I was feeling, and then I wanted to show you who I really am. I don't know how you feel about me. I want to be your owner if you find it. I gathered my courage and I looked at Odette, the two of them talking through their eyes, an intense thing, I was becoming dominated, submissive, only I didn't want it, I was afraid of it. - I don't know if I want Odette! I don't know if I can! If I'm up to what you need. It's too much for me, understand? I don't know if I want to be a submissive, lover of an older woman. A mature woman like you. Even more you. - Especially me, why!? I'm sorry, that's not what I meant, it's just that I don't feel ready, I don't know if that's what I really want, and then you go, run away from me. - Lock the door. - What's that? - Lock the door. I turned my back and I did what she asked, and I came back and I snorted, and I wiped my nose. How about you open up and tell me what you did after the kiss? - I went to bed, took a shower and went to bed. - Is that all you did? - What do you want to know? I look like a scared little girl, and she's getting more and more master of the game, laughing in my face. - To see if you're really into me. I bit my lips thinking about what to say. I looked at my hand tapping on the edge of the table. If I said everything she would think of me? How would I control Odette from then on? What would become of me after all? It was a strange game that, a game of girlfriends that I did not know how to play. - Ah, I washed myself, I cleaned myself... and I touched myself. Did you masturbate thinking about me after we kissed? I just shook my head, damn it, what would it be like now? - And then nothing? - No, there were others. - Lots of them? I know, it's always like this, nobody wants anything to do with me. I thought I was doing all right, the right amount of indignation, playing the victim, the tears, it works, at least with the boys it works. - Give me your panties. - What? - Give it to me. - Give it to me. I couldn't believe it, was that it? Odette wanted to take my panties. A stupid fetish, ridiculous man-crazed thing! I took it, incredulous. She reached out and I handed it to her. - Give it to me. I don't know what you're gonna do with it. She held it and leaned on her face, closed her eyes and inhaled, leaning back in the chair, smelling my body, and I was... I don't know what I was. I was mute, not blinking. The smell of a young female, the smell of a beautiful girl's desire, I've been dreaming about it all these weeks, it's been torture having to wait until today. Why didn't you answer my texts, Odette? Because you also needed time to accept who you really are, what you want from me. I swallowed dry, imagining a way out. What does that prove, that you're crazy, that you keep attracting young girls just to smell their panties, is that it? I told you, I opened up the day, I said everything I wanted and everything I shouldn't have, I just couldn't stand not saying goodbye to you, I couldn't stand not giving you a kiss. I don't know what I do anymore, who I am, I don't want to be your girl, I don't want to be a submissive, I don't know what I want! Stop thinking, stop controlling your life, stop weighing your decisions. - And how did you convince your "secretary" that you were her "wife"? Odette's face lit up and I saw that I had done something stupid, I was apprehensive. Seeing her looking for a set of keys, I heard the sound of a drawer from the table below her opening. Odette pulled out some pieces, some choir straps, some metal chains. - Tie your feet to the chair and take off your sandals. - What's that for? - You didn't want to know how I convinced Marta. Stupid! I fell into the trap. There was no way to escape. There was nothing to talk about. The way was to take off my sandals and tie me to the chair by tying my feet. Odette got up, turned around and stood next to me. She was holding another belt. - Stretch out your arm and I'll hold you You're going to torture me, is that it? She just laughed at me, lowered her voice and whispered in my ear. I want to be your mistress, the mistress of your pleasure, and do you want to be my cat? Odette's voice, her style, her manner, her delicate perfume, was making me faint, wanting to know what this novelty was. She grabbed my arm and did the same with another. I was completely trapped, but still lacked a surprise. The worst of all came. No, not a collar, not a collar. Don't shout, you're mine now. She became the lady of the scene, the owner of me, and she kissed me and gave me a little seal, at the same time she tied my neck with the collar, and she tied me up with that ridiculous thing, and that wasn't the worst of it, there was a metal chain in it, and Odette pulled it from behind my head and tied me to the base of the chair with a lock. She could do things with me. I could only look down, see my thighs, but the tension of the chain ended up tiring, it was easier to look at the ceiling of the room. Odette pulled a chair and sat next to me and unbuttoned my dress, the buttons from the bottom to the waist, then the buttons from the top to the navel. Linda, your brown skin is so soft, silky, it makes you jealous, it doesn't make you nervous, relax. Her fingers caressing me, her smoothing my skin from my chest down to my navel, very subtle, very gentle, it was giving me the creeps. I'll bet you've brought others to do it. - And who says I didn't bring this today? I noticed that you're a suspicious. Petulant little girl, who thinks she's the smartest in the class, huh? If I took the little girls a long time ago because I'm called a poisonous snake? Because only for you I went to a spa. Do you know how much a place like that costs? A dinner at Dominus? Don't touch me like that. - It's just a caress, beautiful thigh, young, that hairless groin, um, that skinny must be great, right? Her hand smoothing my thighs, her massaging my buttocks, buttocks only, not touching my lips, the frost, that was making me crazier, shivering at the teacher's hands, and I was gasping for breath, getting into the mood. You're so beautiful, so beautiful, and I just want you to show me how much you love me. - Whoa whoa whoa! Have a good time, like you did in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in those days when everyone was thinking about their "gift", their "teacher". Hands caressing my skin, exciting my nerves, driving me mad. Even without touching my secrets. The sadist sometimes scratched my skin with the sharp claws of a cat. From the chest to the navel, on the thighs and on the groin. I felt my little ones grow, my breasts became full, my forehead wet, a sweat wet my lips. The desire took over my being, my will. I felt my mouth pulsating, the heat trickling in drops. - I want a kiss, give me a kiss. That's not how you talk to me, you call me by a name I deserve. Don't make me mad, don't torture me, please ma'am, all I ask is a kiss. I laughed like a winner, I knew I was his. Odette got up, sat on top of me, smoothed my hair. She went down her face and opened her mouth, dropped a long drop until it touched my lips, wet my tongue. The saliva ran down my throat. I showed my tongue and she bit me. I closed my eyes and the kiss came the way I wanted it to come, my tongue loose turning inside my mouth, she sucking, sucking, drinking our saliva, her tongue curling up in mine, reaching down to my throat, you saw the scenes in the restaurant, our kiss on the stairs of the building, me touching her, dreaming of her enjoying inside me, my breasts were exposed, my vulva tense ready for an abundant orgasm. I cried out, a deep relief, a hot jet poured into the middle of my thighs, I splashed on Odette's forehead, my mistress, my lady, I groaned in her mouth. - I hate you! That's how I like it, you have to show that you really like me. She sat down next to me, exhibiting a friendly, loving smile. - I think I wet your table. Don't worry about me cleaning you up. She turned, pulling her panties off the table, and we stared at each other, her eyes shining and her panties drying on my skin, her hair, the lips of my vagina, something so intimate, so strong, her look, her gesture, Odette gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I smiled at her. - The only thing missing was the talcum powder. - Take me to your house. If you really want to be a submissive to your teacher, call me by the right name, the title of your mistress. - I want to, I want Odette now. I'm not Odette, think what you're going to do, there's no going back. Odette pulled out her panties and smelled with closed eyes my wet mockery on the wrinkled fabric between her fingers. The smell of wet ass, the smell of pissed off pussy, the scent of life. I saw an orgasm. The gaze of a mature woman at its limit. A slight trembling in the body, the hand squeezing my panties against her face. We both stood there, I tied up and she was relieved because of me. I felt proud. Enjoy your orgasm as she had mine. - How can I go to your house, I don't know where you live? - Find out where I live and visit me.