Belinda gulped nervously and buzzed the apartment. She was here for an unusual extra credit assignment. Normally Belinda would never even consider doing this kind of extra credit. But she was in danger of failing anthropology. She needed to pass, or both she AND her husband Michael would forfeit their scholarships.
The anthropology class was all about world cultures. The extra credit assignment: get pregnant with a black baby.
"What!!" Michael had said, when Belinda explained the assignment. "That's ridiculous!"
"I know!" Belinda had said. "But what else can we do? Look!"
She had gestured at the screen with the test scores.
They desperately needed those scholarships. There was no other option. Michael reluctantly admitted they WERE planning on a family. It just wouldn't be HIS baby, or HIS skin tone.
So that's why Belinda was standing out here on her day off class, buzzing this guy's apartment, a guy she had never even met before. So she could have sex with him and get pregnant with a black baby and pass her anthropology class.
Let's take a closer look at Belinda while she's waiting at the door there.
Belinda was an undergrad at Carnegie Mellon. She had strawberry blonde hair in a pixie cut. A stylish hairclip kept her bangs out of her eyes. Her tits were only average-size, but to compensate, her nipples would poke out of her shirt when she was horny, which was pretty much all the time. They somehow managed to poke out even through her bra, so she gave up trying to hide it and she just got used to guys staring. The college-girl look was completed with a pair of elastic jeans that accentuated her shapely hips. Yes, Belinda was a trophy wife, and the trophy-holder was Michael, her high-school sweetheart and, recently, husband.
From the dating-app profile, Belinda was expecting a big muscular black guy with huge pecs, sleeveless, tattoos all over his arms.
She was surprised when a diminutive Chinese girl opened the door instead.
"Hi!" said the Chinese girl. "You're Belinda, right? I know you from anthro."
"Oh, hi," said Belinda. "You're here for extra credit too?"
"Yeah," said the Chinese girl. "I'm Kim." They shook hands. "My parents are super strict about grades. They'd kill me if I got a 'B' in this class."
'Stuck-up slant-eyed bitch', thought Belinda. 'I *WISH* I was getting a B. Fucking rice-sluts destroying the grade curve.'
"Nice to meet you!" said Belinda in a friendly voice. "Where's Andre?"
Kim led Belinda into the crib, where Andre was splayed on the couch.
"Heeey, welcome to the palace," said Andre, undressing Belinda with his eyes.
Kim climbed onto Andre's lap. It was clear she'd been sitting there before Belinda rang the doorbell.
"How does this work?" said Belinda, glancing around nervously. "I'm just here to get pregnant. I'd like to get it over quick, please. I'm married."
In spite of herself, Belinda couldn't help being excited. Her nipples started poking out of her shirt, betraying her. Belinda's nipples always swelled up whenever she was turned on. And seeing how muscular and black Andre was, sitting there in nothing but his sweatpants, Belinda couldn't help but get turned on.
"Take it easy pretty girl," said Andre. He shifted Kim to one of his knees and patted the other knee invitingly.
Kim went back to kissing Andre's pecs and biceps, as she'd been doing before Belinda rang.
Belinda hesitatingly went to the couch and took a seat on Andre's other knee.
"First let's get to know each other," said Andre. He put an arm around Belinda and pulled her into an embracing kiss.
Belinda squirmed, but her resistance didn't last long. Andre was a natural, and the helpless coed could already feel herself falling for him.
The kiss was surprisingly deep and passionate. It was the sort of kiss Belinda associated with fancy courtiers, in movies. Her husband, Michael, never kissed her that way. She subconsciously scooted closer to Andre, thighs rubbing against his leg. There wasn't a lot of room, what with Kim on Andre's other leg. Both girls were running their hands over Andre's chest now. It was exciting feeling the black man's coily muscles. Belinda's competitive side started coming out. She wouldn't let that Chinese slut out-compete her for Andre's attention.
"Bzzzz," said Belinda's phone. She continued kissing Andre for a few more seconds before breaking the kiss to see who was texting her.
"Hey," it was her husband Michael. "I'm having second thoughts about this."
Belinda rolled her eyes. The phone buzzed again, then a third time. Belinda set it on mute. "Sorry about that."
In the meantime, Kim had stolen Andre's lips. A pang of envy shot through Belinda seeing the big black gentleman making out with her competitor.