Adventures of a ProBlack Feminist: From Black Lives Matter (BLM) to BWC
Danny was sitting upright on the edge of his couch. His dick was standing even more upright than his sitting posture. His pants were down around his ankles. Ariel, the Black college sophomore he tutored, was naked and kneeling in front of him, her ebony torso squeezed tightly between Danny's bare muscular pale white thighs. Her knees pressed into the sandy carpet beneath them. Her full and plump Black lips tightly encased Danny's white shaft as she bobbed up and down. She lifted her head as he momentarily allowed her to release her mouth from his long shaft →
GlukglukglukglukglukglugkGlukGLuK, Puh-pop!"
This was their usual routine. Ariel would come over, they'd study, she'd order food on her dad's credit card, and they'd relax and cuddle -- not always in that order. But they almost never studied without it ending in some form of sex.
Today was supposed to be quick. She planned to head back to campus afterward to speak at a University wide town hall seminar: The Impact of Gentrification on HBCU Neighborhoods: Cultural Identity and Preserving HBCU Tradition.
Ariel gathered her breath and readjusted to her previous rhythm of bobbing up and down on Danny's ivory shaft. The fingers of Danny's right hand were interwoven tightly into a handful of Ariel's 4C hair. He used her large afro as a lever to pull back and forth to dictate the pace at which he fucked her face as she reciprocatingly sucked his dick. Danny used his left hand to call her a Lyft on Ariel's Iphone.
In less than an hour, she'd be standing at a podium, speaking to her fellow Black students and faculty about how to mitigate the negative effects of gentrification and preserve Black collegiate culture for students of the next generation.
But that was in an hour.
Right now, Danny was about to gentrify her mouth with his DNA.
"You're Not Hypocritical. You're Complex."
These were the reassuring words she told herself as ropes of white semen erupted down her throat. She mentally rehearsed giving the anti-gentrification speech in front of her fellow students and faculty. She contrasted this with how much she enjoyed swallowing the semen of this white man who tutored her and then subsequently fucked her raw several times a week.
Danny moaned as he ejaculated into the Black college student's mouth.
This thing between Danny and Ariel had been going on since February. It was now April.
It had started off innocent enough.
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Ariel was a sophomore at Morgan State, pre-med, laser-focused on securing the grades she needed for medical school. A Type-A, straight-A student. Her parents had drilled discipline and focus into her from day one. Her militant father, a former Black Panther and active member of the Divine 9 fraternity Omega Psi Phi, kept framed pictures of Huey Newton, Malcolm X, Angela Davis, Obama, and Martin Luther King Jr. in their living room. Her mother, one of the leading professors of African American Studies in the nation and author of many historical fiction novels, taught Ariel about Patrice Lumumba, Amílcar Cabral, and the Mau Mau rebellion before she'd learned about the American Revolution in school. Her mother had pledged Delta Sigma Theta just like her mother before her. Her parents were so proud of her when she crossed Delta in the fall of her sophomore year. Her brother was older by one year and had also become a Q dog the year before. She was a respected member of her HBCU community, social and active on campus, likely to run for SGA president in her senior year. She was already that popular and social - she would probably win.
Danny was a grad student at Georgetown, doing his teaching rotation at Morgan. He was the TA for Ariel's anatomy and physiology lab. The first time Ariel saw him, she thought he was so handsome. He was tall, at least 6 ft 1, clean-cut, with a basketball player's type of body--thin, but wiry and strong. Particularly well developed glutes and calves. He was calm but direct. Ariel thought the way he taught the class was so attractive. He had dark brown eyes and very long curly hair tied into a man bun. Ariel figured he was just another legacy kid using grad school as a pit stop before sliding into a nepotism-funded career.
But Danny surprised her. He was smart--sharp. He didn't just memorize the material--he understood it. When he corrected Ariel during a lab session, he wasn't condescending--he was careful. Thoughtful. And he listened.
As the second semester of her sophomore year dragged on, Ariel was getting A's in all of her classes except anatomy & physiology. After class one day, she asked Danny if he could help her review for an exam. He was charming and asked her some questions to see if she was serious about studying. Eventually, he agreed. Ariel was high-strung and really wanted an A. Chemistry and physics made sense to her, but anatomy and biology were just so much memorization. He suggested the library. It gradually became a regular thing--twice a week, Sundays and Thursdays, late afternoons. Ariel would see him before she went to her on campus meetings at night for the various organizations she was a part of on campus. They'd sit in a private library study room, going over minute details and tricks to remember--metabolic pathways, origins, insertions, and innervations. As mentioned earlier, she'd buy food on her dad's credit card for them to eat together at the end of each session.
Deep down inside, this act was the small beginning of a subconscious thread of rebellion--her dad would hate it if she bought white people anything with his money. "Do not buy where you will not be hired." "Group economics is the way to become an economic power." "The Black dollar only stays in the Black community for one hour." These statements had been drilled into her head since before she could tie her shoes.
Consciously, the tutoring sessions were purely academic to Ariel--until they weren't.
As the weeks progressed, the line between tutor and a different kind of friend was starting to blur. The once-innocent academic meetings began to carry a different weight. As the weeks passed, Ariel started noticing the way Danny's touch lingered when he handed her a pencil, or the way his deep gaze held hers just a little too long. As he reviewed coursework with her, he began to just so lightly palpate the surface of anatomical structures on her body when going over material, instead of just googling 3D image structures like before. The way he brushed up against her when they walked together. He wasn't just a TA anymore--he was becoming someone else to her, someone who made her feel things she couldn't fully process. During his quizzing material for her, she desperately yearned for his words of affirmation and praise, anatomy quickly became one of her best classes. She didn't really need his tutoring anymore, but she acted like she did because of how much she began to value the time together.
The majority of times she studied with Danny, she went directly to on campus organization meetings afterward -- meetings for campus activism, gatherings for organizations for social justice, racial equality, and organizing protests. These meetings were intense, filled with discussions about group economics, Black empowerment, and the legacy of Black struggle.
One night, The speaker was talking about Pan-Africanism and the importance of solidarity among Black communities worldwide. Ariel's mind wandered as she sat there, feeling the dissonance in her chest. She was torn between wanting to fit in with the revolutionary ideals that had shaped her life and her growing physical and emotional attraction to Danny. Her father would never approve of this, she knew that. But it was hard to ignore the pull. She began experiencing cognitive dissonance--holding conflicting thoughts or feelings about race, power, colonization, and subjugation. Being colonized by him might not be too bad, she joked with herself when she was alone and journaling her thoughts. Being pro-Black, pro-Black Feminism, anti-imperialism, and anti-colonial represented her conscious values and identity, but her sexual arousal was being shaped by the same forces that had historically subjugated her lineage in the last half century or so.
The first time anything happened between them, it was sudden.
She was wearing black Lululemon spandex pants and a white tank top. She never wore a bra--her breasts were medium small sized, still firm with youthful perkiness. At 5'4", she was petite. Genetically, all of her muscle and fat went directly to her hips and ass. She played vollyball for 4 years in highschool and her freshman year of college. Other than her height, she fit the athletic mold of a stereotypical HBCU volleyball player: small waist, wide hips, full fat ass, and a pretty face. She was envied by white women everywhere. Even though she didn't go to the gym as much now, she had a natural ass and coke bottle shape that women often pursue surgical enhancement for. Her dark skin shined radiantly, her tank top didn't leave much to the imagination in terms of headlights and was a little small on her. She was very comfortable dressing like this around Danny now.
He sat next to her in their usual private study room, legs spread wide, his knee brushing against hers constantly. When he reached across the table to grab a pen, his hand skimmed the side of her ribcage. Her skin prickled.
The sexual tension between them had been building for weeks.
Her eyes drifted downward, settling on his shoes. They had to be at least a size 14.
She began to wonder about the correlation of feet and dick size. She looked toward his crotch area--and saw the long outline beneath his gray sweatpants. There was no way he was fully flaccid right now, it looked delicious, she thought.
He followed her eyes and caught her looking.
"What's on your mind, Ariel?" His voice was low and flirtatious.
Her mouth was dry. "Oh, Nothing, Danny" She blushed.
