Ebony And Ivory Ch 02 1

Freyja woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing with a quiet click, followed by the sounds of voices, low and warm, muffled through the walls. Quiet footsteps approached down the hallway, and soon the other bedroom's door was closed.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking into the darkness, sluggish with sleep. Outside the window, the first rays of sunlight filtered through, signaling the beginning of a new day. As Freyja slowly sat up, her body protested every movement, a painful reminder of the past night's events. The curtains were drawn, casting long strips of shadows across the disheveled bed. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on the black dildo on the sheets, the bottle of lube, and the laptop on the floor below. She cursed to herself, opening the computer to make sure it still worked. Then the screen loaded, revealing the OnlyFans profile and the damning messages they had sent back and forth last night. Her eyes went wide as she saw the pictures of Ogun, and she slammed the laptop shut again, shoving it on her bedside table.

Yesterday, she had sex with that attractive African American gymmate, and afterwards he offered her to create a shared OnlyFans profile, which would be the perfect solution to her many financial problems... or a way to permanently ruin her miserable life.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she checked the time. It wasn't even 7:30 yet. Hesitating for a minute, she stared at the screen until she was certain she couldn't hear footsteps outside. She quietly pushed herself out of bed, her bare feet hitting the fuzzy carpet.

Freyja crept toward the bedroom door, moving carefully to avoid the creaky spots on the floor. She opened it ever so slightly, just enough for her to take a look up and down the hallway. The low, steady moans of pleasure could be heard from Alice's bedroom. She listened carefully, her curiosity getting the better of her. The unmistakable sounds of sexual intercourse continued.

"That's it... Take it all." A male voice cut through the thin walls. "Yeah, you like that, huh?"

"Oh... fuck yeah!" Alice's voice echoed, filled with uninhibited delight, "Yes! Oh damn... this dick is so good!"

The rhythmic creaking of their bed kept time with the sharp, slapping sounds. Her body remained tense as she shut the door softly before finally exhaling. Wide awake, Freyja sat down in her bed. She could feel the familiar warmth spreading between her legs. Maybe she just needed a little release, too. Freyja grabbed her laptop, her movements slow and heavy, and set it up on her pillow. Sighing, she pressed play on a random Ogun's video. The room was dimly lit with the only light source being the little sunshine that poked through the blinds and her computer screen.

The scene looked familiar. Regina's gym. The weight bench, a Latina girl was tied to it. And a good-looking black guy. Ogun. He unzipped his shorts and Freyja got a good look at his thick, black cock. He drove it into her savagely, humping her while she sobbed and begged. Eventually, he came filling her up with cum... and again before he finally pulled out, releasing a load of spunk from her pussy.

Why did wachting that bastard fucking make her feel so good? Ogun slotted in perfectly with her perverted delusions. It wasn't always like this. Her porn intake had been the typical vanilla stuff, solo girls playing with themselves, until one fateful day, an improperly-tagged compilation of videos slipped past her blocklist... clips of blonde teenagers getting bred by strong black men. Normally, she would have just switched off, but something compelled her to keep watching. Seeing those innocent pale-skinned whores giving into their primal urges... it turned her on.

The dumb sexual interactions she'd had with boys her age amounted to something very lackluster. Ogun, on the other hand, had led her with self-confidence and mastery that could only be achieved from years of guiding women into orgasms. Combine that with the sheer size of him --not just his cock, but his entire body-- she had discovered herself losing her awareness and totally accepting his dark dominance.

As the video played on, a strange feeling surged through her body. Freyja didn't waste any time, doing her best to drive his fingers deeper into her needy cunt. Her hands were moving on their own, stroking herself as fast as she could. She couldn't stop herself. After only a few seconds, she thrashed against the sheets and climaxed, rendering her unable to stand up from her bed.

A buzzing brought her out of her reverie. The college student reached for her cell phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through the missed calls. Her mother's name flashed at the top, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she answered.

"Freyja, where have you been? I've been so worried."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The weight of what had just happened sat heavy on her chest. Her mother's voice grew anxious, "Freyja? Are you there?"

"Yes, Mom. Just wake up now. Sorry."

Her mother's voice softened, a maternal warmth seeping through the receiver. "Are you alright?"

Freyja swallowed hard, her throat raw and dry. "Yesterday I was really tired when I arrived from the gym." She tried to keep her voice steady, but there was a slight tremor to it that she couldn't quite control.

Her mother's concern was evident in her tone. "Are you sure, Freyja? You sound a bit... off. Is everything okay there? Do you need us to send money for anything?"

"No, everything is ok. I just need to have a coffee and take a shower."

Freyja's mother paused, her silence heavy with unspoken worry. "Alright. But please, if you need anything, anything at all, you call us. We're here for you, you know that." Her words were laced with a mother's intuition, a subtle undercurrent of concern that Freyja can't quite ignore.

She nodded even though her mother couldn't see it. "I know, Mom." She leaned against the headboard, adjusting the phone against her face. "How's going on? You're up very, very early."

She chuckled, the sound low and comforting. "Had some trouble sleeping last night..."

"Me too." Freyja sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

Her mother was quiet on the line for a moment. Freyja glanced at a framed picture next to her bed. A little girl stood with a tall, beautiful woman in matching flowery yellow dresses.

"The neighborhood is crowded with African immigrants. Damn music... so loud they kept me awake. How are you feeling in Detroit?"

"Mmm...I'm alright, managing. I'll call you later, I promise." Freyja ended the call, her hands shaking. "I love you, Mom."

Packing her life into two suitcases and dragging them thousands of miles away had been an emotional whirlwind. Two years later, it was the end of the month, and she didn't even know if she still had money on her card. But she knew how hard it was for her parents to earn money, and she didn't want to be a burden.

She then exhaled, slowly, looking at her dormitory. The room felt claustrophobic now, the walls closing in around her. Freyja stood up on unsteady legs, her body protesting every movement. The bathroom door beckoned, a sanctuary where she could wash away the last evidences of her past transgressions. As the hot water cascaded over her body, she winced at the stinging pain in her sex. Then she wrapped a towel around her body, wincing as the terry cloth grazed her sore muscles. She applied a light layer of makeup carefully to conceal the bruises on her neck and breasts. Her hand trembled slightly as she applied lipstick, the color a stark contrast to her pale complexion. The mirror finally reflected a young, attractive blonde who was trying to convince the world that she was okay.

Freyja was 5'7", she had hazel eyes, a reddish-golden waterfall of hair now wet and her body rivaled that of many of the porn stars she had seen. But she was never a very social person. Her academics were flawless. She kept to herself, sat in the corner of the classroom, spent her free time listening to rap music on her iPod, and used to hide her voluptuous body under baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts with artwork from her favorite Hip Hop artists.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she left the bathroom and headed to her bedroom. The towel hugged her curves, accentuating the fullness of her figure. Once in her room, she removed the towel and flopped onto her bed, her heavy weight causing the bed to shake and creak. Then, she started to dress.

Her shared home was a small two-room apartment, minimally furnished. Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the joint kitchen and dining room area. Alice and her new lover were still in her room -- she didn't know whether they were awake and 'busy' or just sleeping. Either way, she didn't want to disturb them. What she did want to do was have a nice breakfast ready for them when they finally emerged, so she made some omelets and put on the coffee.

"Good morning," said a very sexy, deep, velvety, yet raspy voice from behind her, and Freyja looked over her shoulder.

"Coffee's ready. You're having omelets. Orange juice in the fridge if you want," Freyja said.

Alice Tanaka, her flatmate, greeted her with a casual hug before she grabbed the cup and took a long sip. She was a half-Asian, half-white girl with a medium build and a toned body under an oversized sleep shirt. Her black hair was cut in a sleek bob that framed her oval-shaped face. Even with messy hair, her roommate was stunning. Her features seemed to be chiseled in alabaster, lean, and regal, symmetrically and compellingly.

"Thank you, Frey. This is Buddy."

"Bobby," he corrected her. Alice's new, casual lover entered the kitchen. "Good to meet you, Freyja." He grinned widely, moving over and offering his hand.

She took it after a moment. "Likewise." She murmured, her Norwegian accent smooth and low.

Bobby was a big black man with a chiseled frame and a shaved head. His boxers did a poor job of hiding the bulge straining against the fabric. He didn't wear anything else.

Their campus was in a mostly white area of Midtown, where Wayne State University was based. The streets were full of beautiful female students, the cream of America's white middle class, with tough-looking black men, obviously not fellow students due to their gangsta attire. Being in Detroit, it was natural that there was plenty of 'cultural exchange ' between the white female students and the thousands of African American men living around. In the evenings, the bars would be full of big, arrogant black studs chatting up the hot college girls and intimidating their male mates.

All of her life, the idea was instilled into Alice by her parents that she needed to marry within her kind, and thus had a string of Asian boyfriends, all of whom failed to satisfy her. They were all meek and skinny and small where it counted. Any man who could last a few rounds with her in a sparring session had to be man enough to tame her.

Freyja sat in a corner of the table, her hands fidgeting with her sweatshirt sleeves. While the low murmur of conversation and the smell of coffee put her somewhat at ease, the scene seemed very... domestic. She tried not to dwell on what had happened last night too much. Right now, she just wanted things to seem... normal.

"We'll clean up the dishes," said Alice. "And relax."

Freyja paused, meeting Alice's gaze, unable to keep herself from returning her 'innocent' smile, and knowing what 'relax' meant."

"Going to college, then," she said, leaving them to clear the table.

"Don't wanna join us?" Bobby said.

Without turning around, Freyja flipped him a fond middle finger before disappearing through the doorway.

****

It was the first day of the fall semester, and 30 minutes later Freyja was walking to a new class. Her tracksuit bottoms were struggling to contain her wide, bubble butt, as she made her way to the building where the class was held. She entered, turned towards the stairwell, and noticed a slim boy taking a seat near the back, and she sat next to him.

"Freyja! Hi!" The slim boy was Andrew Smith. He was in a group project with her and he was charming in a geeky, unconventional sort of way. Surprisingly handsome, even if it was hidden underneath disheveled hair better suited to a mad scientist and round glasses. He had a beautifully defined jaw and gorgeous blue eyes.

"Hi, Andy. Good morning." She smiled sweetly, a smile that made him weak in the knees every time he saw it.

"G-Good! I was wondering if we could talk about the project."

"Sure thing, what do you have in mind?"

"Well..." Andy struggled to say it. "I... wanted to invite you to my flat so we could finish it up..." He trembled as he gave his offer, and Freyja found this endearing if not a bit pathetic.

"Andy... You're a great guy, but I'd feel more comfortable in the library."

"Sure. Saturday at 16:00?" He opened his mouth as if to say more, but his fragile nerves were etched on every line of his face, and instead, his mouth clamped down tight.

"Ok, I'll see you there," she said.

Then, he held a black bag out to Freyja, staring at her like an eager puppy waiting for approval as she unwrapped the contents. At the sight of the green hardcover book, she felt like a child at Christmas. Over a week ago, she had chatted with him about her failed eBay auction attempts to secure a particular edition of The Kalevala, which sold out at every online bookstore.

"How on earth did you get hold of this?"

"Geek skills. There was a store in South Africa that still had one," he answered, sounding quietly chuffed with himself.

The gesture was so sweet it warmed her from the inside out, making her cheeks tingle with heat. "Look, I can't accept this..."

"It's just a birthday present," Andy argued.

"My birthday is in a week," she answered, smiling.

"Invite me to the party then," he said.

Freyja found Andy to be disarmingly sweet and harmless, things the men in her past had decidedly not been. It was why she found herself letting down her guard, so they chatted as more students started to trickle into the small classroom. A hush fell over the classroom as the professor entered.

"Good morning, class," he said, and the students returned his greeting in unison. "I'm Dr. Hardwood, and I will be taking you on this journey through gynecology, pregnancy, and reproductive health through the lens of intersectionality and critical race theory."

Freyja was transfixed by her new black professor. Forty-something, she thought. Still very fit but not jacked. He stood 6'3" in a grey suit and a black shirt that bulged around his chest and arms. He raised a large hand to point out the next student to speak with a long, thick finger, and Freyja couldn't help but imagine those hands on her. She snapped out of her fantasy when he started to talk.

"It's so nice to meet you all," Dr. Hardwood announced, moving to stand at the front of the room, surveying the class with a cool gaze and passing out a syllabus as he spoke. His hand brushed Freyja's as he handed her the paper, and she inhaled sharply. Their eyes locked for a short moment, but Dr. Hardwood kept moving around the classroom as he introduced the material.

"Now, as you all know from the syllabus, our first lecture is about the fertility issues in interracial couples. Despite the unprecedented rise in the number of intermarriages in recent decades, our understanding of the fertility behavior of interracial couples is still limited. But we do know that, over evolution, a complex interaction at the protein level has been built for the fusion of both gametes. The same genetic mechanisms responsible for preventing crossbreeding between individuals of different species can also lead to variation in reproductive compatibility between individual males and females within each species."

Freyja found his eyes consistently drawing back to her as he lectured, while she hardly looked up from her notes, scribbling away in her notebook at every word that escaped his thick lips.

"Using the available data, interracial couples' risk of pregnancy differed little from that of same‐race White couples, with the exception of White woman and Black man couples, whose risk of pregnancy was significantly higher than both same‐race couples."

A cute student raised her hand to ask, "So, if I have bare sex with a black guy, I'm more likely to get pregnant?"

Laughter echoed around the classroom and Dr. Hardwood quickly answered.

"Yes. Certain male (sperm) genotypes that have high reproductive success with certain female (oocyte) genotypes can have much lower reproductive success with other female genotypes. It's all evolutionary competition. Males compete for breeding rights, females select the best available male. But a woman's offspring is limited. Therefore, women are the limiting factor, and the conquest of their wombs is an instinctive impulse when interracial competition emerges."

Freyja can't help but let out a snort at that.

"Do you have a comment to make, Mrs...?" Dr. Hardwood asked, turning around to stare directly at her.

'How the fuck did he even hear that?' She thought.

"Freyja Lindström," She answered, smiling at the professor a little sharply. "But I mean, c'mon, you're talking about sexual competition among human races?"

"Do you have any issue with human evolution, Mrs Lindström?" Dr. Hardwood shot back, quirking an eyebrow at her.

For Freyja, it was a big challenge. "Political conceptions of race are not biologically real. Humans are too genetically similar to be divided us into multiple subspecies. In fact, our genetic diversity is low enough that there is a hypothesis that humanity underwent a population bottleneck at some point in the past."

"Scientifically, you are correct. But science can also explain the greater sexual ability of a specific race as an essential factor for its reproductive success. The testicles of a gorilla weigh 30-35 grams, whereas those of a chimpanzee weigh about 120. The erect gorilla penis is only 3-6 cm long, whereas that of a chimpanzee measures 8-18 cm in length. But an adult male gorilla weighs from 136 to 195 kg, whereas a male chimpanzee weighs 40-70 kg. How do you explain these striking differences between the two species, Mrs Lindström?"

Freyja blinked at him before averting her eyes and chewing on his bottom lip, considering the answer. "Chimpanzees' evolutionary background involved a significant degree of polygynous relationships, rather than gorillas' exclusively monogamous mating. Chimpanzees need to produce a lot of semen because they compete continuously with other males and mate much more frequently than male gorillas. Larger penis can ejaculate semen directly to the bottom of the vaginas, making its seed to enter directly to the cervix. Bigger gonads allow them to generate a larger load of sperm, increasing the chances of impregnation. The ability to provide more pleasure also means a constant female desire to repeat the experience."

"Very well, Mrs. Lindström," Dr Hardwood answered. "I hope this will be useful in your daily life."

Again, there was some laughter, and Dr Hardwood wrapped up his lecture and watched as some students filtered out, and a dozen lined up in front of the podium to ask uninvolved questions. He answered them to the best of their ability while Freyja remained seated organizing her notes, still embarrassed.

After what seemed like a short eternity, the line in front of them wrapped up. Freyja finally looked up at him, revealing big, hazel, upturned eyes, and grinned as they made eye contact. She quickly stood, throwing her tote over her shoulder, and walked up to his podium, notebook and pencil in hand.

"Thank you, Dr. Hardwood. Wonderful and challenging lecture, though I do wish you were able to further discuss this amazong issue."