APOLLO: KNOWING AND UNVEILING

For a long time Magda stood there at that freshman party, enchanted by the sheer number of people who had just arrived at the University. Some looked deep; others were hidden on its surface but noisy within; and some were calm and cozy, tame as domesticated and lazy animals, who spend the day sleeping. She used to spend the nights looking at people at university parties, between laughter and whispers, others with agitated movements, which left the campus with a unique color: the color of the people.

Magda recalls that her first step into the university was almost lonely, because she was forty-five years old and also because she was fulfilling her dream, which was to have a higher education degree. She walked onto campus just as a curious gaze caught her at the party. And there she waited for better people to emerge.

While she was waiting, she bonded for a while with several young men, to get a taste and thus discover that mouths can have many flavors. That look that devoured her, that from a distance was savage, seemed to her like fresh paint from a painting by the young Odara, with broad strokes and unusual combinations of tones of sin.

There, Magda spent a long time following the look that bothered her so much inside, until she saw those eyes, of someone sitting on a small wall, smiling at the mulatto softness of her skin. Those black eyes were enough for her to turn the whole party around her into a whirlwind. And she walked happily, dancing, throwing herself into the party and wanting to flirt with everyone who passed by.

The young man looking at her was a complete man, and Magda was delighted with his gaze, which went into her soul, which also looked at other souls, more distant, obscure, but attractive. Magda left the middle of the party, quickly grabbed a drink, and sat on a bench in the distance, admiring the moon and the night, which was just beginning.

For some time, Magda and all those who celebrated their entry into the academic world there, for a long time they looked for easier ways, that they didn't try completely, because they needed to be ready for when they arrived at the university. There were setbacks, stumbling blocks, problems and setbacks, but they wanted the university and they were there, celebrating the victory, not caring about tomorrow.

Like a child who waits to receive the gift she's dreamed of so much and when she gets it, she calmly dazzles him, Magda's eyes were glazed over the university that surrounded her. Then the brunette came to her: twenty-three years younger, tall, robust, hair curly in the wind, purring like a wild cat. He had no doubts when he said he was looking for Magda and introduced himself as a poetry, a painting and a song in the form of sin: Apollo.

Magda, who had been at university for a year and a half, accompanied the young man on a brisk walk. The young mulatto got to know all the buildings and rooms that that almost endless academic city had to offer. Delivered, far from the freshman reception party and the craziness that could be, the two walked, laughed, shared each building, each corridor, each room, each intimacy...

But the weather turned wild. A heavy rain caused the academics to start running towards Magda and Apollo. Frightened, Magda held the young man by the hand, and Apollo helped her, breathing air into her lungs so that they could enjoy that encounter even more. Until campus security separated the hipster couple and the university that night for Magda, it seemed too sad to stay there.

That same night, as soon as she arrived at the mixed dormitory where she lives, Magda still had the memory of Apollo's eyes in her mind, when the owner of the republic called her and she saw a smile, filling her heart with joy, that when approaching From her, it seemed to renew all the strength of his soul: it was the young man, with the same shirt in green tones, the same curly and loose hair and the same sinful air that he had found at the university.

Between staring into Apollo's eyes and daring to take an unexpected step, Magda offered to accommodate the colleague she had met the night before and spent the night in the eagerness of someone who wanted to find a definitive direction in life. With every turn she watched in Apollo, that sense of friendship grew stronger and forced her into feelings she didn't want to go. They were possessive feelings of someone who was meek and in need of a look.

As they talked in the bedroom, Magda spent a long time struggling with herself, not wanting to bring up the feelings that were drawing her to Apollo. But her body sensations were actually hurricanes that insisted on wanting in her soul to enter. When the conversation between them veered off course and began to deepen, and before all her defenses were breached, Magda left the room and sought refuge in her own ideologies.

When everything seemed to calm down again, like the calm that goes into the early morning, without another feeling quenching her, Apolo approached carefully and sat down beside her. As a tattoo, that dark young man went up his arm behind Magda's back and pulled her to his disguised shoulders. Judging herself in possession of her actions, Magda had time to hold on to the arm of the sofa and not allow herself such intimacy, getting up and going to another part of the republic, away from Apollo.

Something inside Magda tells her this new feeling is treacherous. But since she was going to have to live with Apolo because the two shared the same room, she ended up accepting the delirium of friendship with that young mulatto who seemed to be much older than her, as he was taller and she also accepted the tranquility of that welcoming young man, who managed to break all the fears and superstitions that existed within Magda. They became friends, like Hawaiian gods, on top of a tropical mountain, where the view is wide and found a new way to dance even in the most torrential rains, empty valleys or swamps, cracked by the sun.

During the year they met, they traveled to various places with broad smiles, but with their souls filled with the purest feeling of friendship. Both realized that they found a port in the other, where they dropped the anchors, regardless of whether they both had river, lake or sea feelings, as they were always calm, peaceful and only went out together, when they were invited to jump on high springboards, showing all the grace of their ornamental jumps and no longer on boards of pirate ships, where they jumped towards the unknown.

UNDERSTANDING

It had been a year and a half since they'd met, it was late at night, and Magda was working on a college paper on her computer. She couldn't stand writing about the same subject anymore (Anthropology was her forte), even though she enjoyed what she was doing. With her back in the same position for a long time, she stretched in the chair. She had tremendous back pain after three hours sitting at that desk staring at a screen. At least she was already finished. That's when near the end, her roommate, Apollo, walked in without knocking.

- Hey. Is your article over yet?

- Almost. I'm all broken!

- Well... If you don't bother me with those stories about politics, the left, etc., I'll give you a massage.

Contrary to what one might think, there was nothing malicious about the invitation. Apollo was always good at back rubs. Everyone in the republic asked for one. That's why Magda let him massage her, because after sitting in the same position for so long, anyone feels like a wreck. So much so that Magda didn't even hesitate to loosen her bra so that the straps would come off her shoulders and the massage would be more effective.

"Hmm... I really needed this," Magda said.

When she came to herself, she realized that with the massage and a lot of small talk, 40 minutes had already passed.

- I think I'll go to bed. - said Apollo - It's too late.

As she always does, Magda hugged Apollo like a mother and kissed him on the cheek, saying good night. This time, however, Apollo just stood there, starting to blush. Magda pulled back a little and looked into her roommate's eyes in one of those endless moments. Apollo stepped forward and pecked her on the mouth. First Magda was startled by being kissed by a young man who was old enough to be her son, she was shocked and then she realized that she had liked it.

Taken by the impulse to return the kiss, when the two colleagues' lips met, Magda slipped her tongue into Apollo's mouth. They stayed there for ten minutes, intertwining their tongues, hugging each other, experiencing that new pleasure. Until Magda stopped discovering the new, taking a deep breath. She had never been so turned on. Her nipples were very hard under her T-shirt and she couldn't help but stare at Apollo's cock, which looked like it wanted to rip through the cotton shorts.

- I think it's time for bed, isn't it? - said Magda walking away, not knowing what to do.

Magda, stunned by the mixture of sensations, locked herself in the bathroom of the suite in the dorm room where she shared with Apollo. Inside, she braced her hands on the sink and didn't even know what to think. She brushed her teeth and stripped down to her nightgown. Her panties were extremely soaked. She took it off and tossed it in the laundry basket. She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw there at that moment, a 46-year-old woman, almost formed, body well shaped for her age, erect nipples, but with a flushed face remembering what she had just done a few minutes ago. But along with her remorse, Magda was also enraptured by that kiss. Apollo was even more handsome than her. At 23, she had an entire economics course behind her.

Still thinking of Apollo, Magda felt her pussy quiver. Putting a finger in it, she realized how wet she was. Afraid of that new feeling, she hastily put on her nightgown and went back to her room. The place was dark now, lit only by the light of cars passing outside the republic. Apollo was already on the top bunk. So caught up in the moment, Magda said:

-Lucky for you, you're up there,-Magda was saying as she slipped under the sheets, on the bottom part-otherwise you'd see something.

As soon as she lay down, Magda jumped. Apollo was not upstairs, as he usually slept, but was waiting for her on the bottom bunk.

- But... Apo...

In response, Apollo placed a kiss on Magda's cheek, which then slid to her mouth. They started with the language war again. At that point, Magda didn't care anymore and pulled her roommate closer to her, starting to caress Apollo's cock. He moaned softly and put his hands under Magda's nightgown, going to look for her breasts.

Magda felt a hurricane go through her soul when Apollo touched her nipple. Maddened by this new way of loving, Magda turned on the lamp so that she could watch Apollo undress as she, too, undressed. Magda had seen Apollo half-naked a few times before. But the feeling at that time made her marvel at the beauty of that young mulatto.

Without thinking too much, Magda pulls her roommate towards her breasts for him to suck on. Apollo suckled hard until Magda pulled him back into the new modern woman's mouth, where they found themselves in a violent kiss that ended with Magda lying on top of Apollo.

"Today I'm going to sleep on top," Magda joked, running her tongue over her roommate's body.

Upon reaching her colleague's penis, Mary caressed the low hairs with her face and began to lick the entire length of Apollo's mast. She, who already had the habit of performing oral sex on boys since adolescence, had never felt that taste before. The forbidden, added to Apollo's helpless moans, was driving Magda even more mad.

Ever since they started sharing a room, she's always noticed that Apollo is that determined and stubborn young woman, but who, at the end of the day, just wants a good lap. Magda had always loved him dearly as a friend, but she had never thought of that kind of contact.

Magda climbed up her colleague's body again and kissed him, sharing with Apollo her own taste of the young man's sex. He gave a cynical little laugh, saying:

- Wow... Magda! What did we do?

The tone of Apollo's voice, however, showed no regret. So much so that with his right hand, he began to caress Magda's vagina, saying softly:

- I also want to... Try its flavor.

Apollo put his penis inside Magda, and began moving her back and forth, so that erect penis, almost stoned with lust, penetrated deeper and deeper. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled mischievously. It was so pleasurable that Magda began to moan. That was too good. Apollo moved along with Magda, so that the thrusts were even more delicious.

- I can't believe we're having sex! Why have we never had sex before? Magda asked.

- Maybe we were too busy with other people - laughed Apollo, staring at his colleague's pubic hair rising and falling on his penis - and we forgot to experience the real pleasure!

Still maddened by the moment, who took the action this time, it was Magda. She crouched down on the bed, placing her vagina over Apollo's face who, softly, continued laughing a lot, but that didn't stop him from, with his hands, separating his colleague's vaginal lips and sticking his tongue deep. He licked Magda frantically while Magda held on to the posts of the bunk to steady herself.

With his hands free, Apollo began to masturbate while satisfying his colleague, feeling the orgasm arrive as he became more excited. The two moved their hips in pleasure, in such a beautiful rhythm, so perfect and so delicious, that they only stopped when they both came together, each in their own way.

Exhausted with all that, they relaxed in each other's arms, while their breathing and heartbeat returned to normal. Magda looked at Apollo.

- I love you very much, Apollo.

- I love you too, Magda.

A simple and soft kiss on the mouth happened and they both slept like babies. They were elsewhere now, and no longer thought of themselves as university students, boys or mothers. Now Magda and Apollo thought only of coming. They also thought about how free they were feeling, freed from society that forbade huge age differences, and they loved feeling that way.