When I was a freshman in college, I had an Ancient History class that I was struggling with. The professor was a tall, middle aged black man about 6'3" and maybe 250 lbs. He was in good shape except for a little extra around the waist, had greying hair and a baritone voice. His name was Dr. Turner but he insisted everyone call him JT.
My first visit to JT's office came after a poor performance on a pop quiz. I received a C and was desperate for help. He gave me an evening appointment and when I got to his office, he greeted me with a broad smile. As he pulled up a chair for me, it was obvious that he dwarfed my 5'7", 150 lb. frame. As we went through some of the topics he suggested I focus on for the next test, we laughed as he told stories about former students. When we were finished, he pulled out my chair for me and walked me to the door. As we walked he suggested we meet again Friday night and review the upcoming test. He also said that I should sit toward the front of class so he could keep an eye on me. I agreed to both as he opened the door for me and patted me on the back, goodbye.
When I got to JT's office on Friday, he greeted me with a smile but seemed very distracted. I sat as he walked around the room collecting papers to take home. The whole time he was going over my last test, telling me how well I did on each essay question verbatim.
When he was finished, he said to me, "A 92. How about I reward you by bringing you my dinner party tonight as my date?"
I didn't know what he meant by date, but I said "I could but I'm pretty casually dressed. Would I have to change?"
"No, your fine in jeans. All of my guests will be casual. Just a bunch of professors from the university getting a free meal!" he laughed.
We left his office and headed to his car. As we walked through the parking lot, TJ put his arm around my shoulders, making me very uncomfortable. When we reached the car, he opened the door for me like I would do for my girlfriends. TJ got in the car and turned to look at me than paused for a minute. He than reached over and kissed me on the lips. My mind went into panic mode, but outwardly I just sat frozen.
"You are the cutest guy I have had in my class in the last two years. And you definitely have the sweetest ass," he said as he reached over to kiss me again, this time with tongue.
His tongue pushing into my tongue and I found myself returning this huge black man's kiss. We stayed there for at least five minutes with one big black hand on my waist, the other behind my head. When he released my lips and started the car he told me he had to pick up a few things at the grocery store. We drove with his hand atop mine, rubbing it gently. My mind was racing as we made our way to the store.