Ann stood behind her desk and placed her special cell phone on top of it. She noticed Darnell texting and glanced down at her phone. “you ain’t doin shit for me I got a soft dick.”
She picked up the history book and came around to the front of the desk and lifted herself up to sit on the edge of it directly in front of Darnell. She crossed her bare legs and let one of her shoes dangle off the end of her foot. A boy in the back of the room crept up to slide into an empty seat near the front. Ann attempted a smile and asked how many had read the pages she’d assigned over the weekend. No one had, but that didn’t surprise her. “Well,” she said, “since it seems impossible for you to read at home and since we can’t discuss what you haven’t read, I guess you’ll have to do the reading here, right now.’
There were the usual moans and groans but, after a few minutes, they were busy with their heads down reading the assignment. Darnell hadn’t opened his book. He was staring up at her, his eyes narrow and hard. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and slightly parted them. He nodded. She spread a little wider certain now that he could see her shaved slit. Shawna looked up. Ann quickly brought her legs together, but she was sure it wasn’t quick enough. Shawna stopped reading and continued to look at Ann. After a minute Ann got down and returned to stand behind the desk. Her cell phone read: “my bitch gotta try harder”.
As she had done the last time, she came around her desk and leaned over Darnell pressing her breast against his shoulder and her knee against his thigh. “You seem to be having a bit of trouble, Darnell. You haven’t opened your book.” Her hand trembled as she found the right page. She felt his pointed fingernails trailing along her calf. He turned his head to look up at her so that their faces were only inches apart. Shawna continued to watch them, but the others were reading. Darnell licked his lips. Ann wanted to take his face in her hands and press her open mouth over his and accept his tongue. Her neckline had dipped low enough so that the black spade was visible. Her legs shook. She steadied herself against Darnell’s desk. His fingers were on her inner thigh. In the top margin of the book that lay open before them he scrawled, “You my bitch?” Leaning over him, she took his pencil and wrote, “Yes. I’m your bitch, honey.”
She stood up. He nodded to her and reached for his crotch. She could see that inside his jeans his cock was hard.
The remainder of the class period went by in a blur. She talked more about the abuses the slaves had to endure and about the first great migration of blacks out of the South to the North. At one point she stood close to Darnell’s desk so that her ass touched his arm. At another time she stood directly in front of his desk her stomach against it, holding up a map and explaining where the migration took place. Under the desk the bare toes in her heels found the toes of his filthy sneakers and pressed against them. She could feel his toes inside the thin canvas of his sneakers and waves of heat washed down from her stiff nipples to her wet pussy.
When the final bell rang, Shawna stayed behind for a moment. She waited for Ann to notice her, “Be careful, Mrs. Gardner, you know what I’m sayin, be careful.”
Darnell whirled around in his seat, “Get lost motherfuckin fat cunt!” he yelled. Shawna ran from the room slamming the door behind her. Darnell ambled over to Ann’s desk and sat in her swivel chair as he’d done the last time. He spread his legs and pointed to the floor between them. Ann glanced at the door. The halls were becoming quiet. She got to her knees in front of Darnell. He leaned down toward her and licked his thick, pendulous lips. “You wanted to kiss me back then, didn’t you?”
“Yes, oh God, I almost did! I couldn’t help it...I...I...”
He leaned closer. His lips were wet with spittle. “You still want to kiss me?” She lifted her head her lips parted. He pushed her back. “Beg,” he said. “White bitches don’t get what they want till they beg for it.”
She bowed her head and shook it, “No...no...I won’t do that.”
“Fine,” he said and started to stand.
She reached up grabbing his wrists, “Please, Darnell honey, please let me kiss you. I want to...I want to taste you...your mouth... “
He sat down and holding her face tightly between his hands, crushed his open mouth against hers and jammed his tongue between her parted lips. She groaned and sucked it. He held her a long time pressing hard against her lips. She explored his mouth with her tongue while her hands fumbled with his belt buckle. Suddenly and violently he pushed her away. She fell to the floor between his legs. Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs exposing her glistening pussy. She lifted her head to see that he was taking photographs of her with his iPhone. He grinned down at her. “For my collection,” he said.
“But,” she protested, “anyone can see they are taken in my classroom.”
“That’s the fuckin point,” he said. “I took more when you was teasin me, but you didn’t notice. I got a bunch of Mrs. Gardner doin whatever she can to give the black kid in the front row a fuckin boner.” He laughed.
Ann felt as if a cold hand had squeezed her heart. She started to stand.
“Kneel, bitch,” he said.
She hesitated, then got to her knees between his parted legs. “Please, Darnell, erase the photographs, please.”
“No chance,” he said. “How old do you think I am?”
“Eighteen?,” I’m not sure.
“I’m not sure either, but I think nineteen.” He saw her relax a bit. “But there ain’t no record that I’m nineteen.”
“What about your birth certificate?”
“My Mom wasn’t school smart, but she was street smart, real street smart. She wanted to collect from the government longer, food stamps and shit. She had a doctor she was fuckin make a birth certificate that says I was born three years later than I was.
I always been small for my real age so there was never no questions. He just changed the date I was born. That’s the only fuckin record there is.” He watched as this new information sunk in.
“What about your father?”
“Who the fuck knows who he was.”
“Your mother?”
“Overdosed last year. Dead. I got a older brother I think, but he’s in prison. Ain’t nobody but me and my sexy history teacher showing me her cunt right here in this classroom.” He paused and reached on the desk behind him for the history book. “Yeah there’s handwritten in this with me askin ‘you my bitch’ and you written back ‘yes, honey, I’m your bitch’. I also have tapes of the fuckin phone sex we did.”
She inched back away from him, “Why did you do these things? Why did you take those photographs?”
He laughed. “I think you know why. Them and the ones pussy Paul sent me and this other stuff is my insurance.”
“Insurance?”
“They’s a guarantee that you goin to do what you said last night. They’s a guarantee that if the fucking football hero wanted to take you to a high class restaurant and see what a fuckin big man he is and I said for you to come to my shitty apartment and get on your knees and suck me off.....well, you won’t be goin to no fuckin restaurant.”
“Darnell, please...you wouldn’t...that’s blackmail.”
He laughed, “Yeah, black email, black text mail, black iPhone, black cell phone.”
She looked up at him, tears starting to form, “Please, honey....” she began.
“Do you know what happens to teachers who show their cunts to a sixteen year old student and have phone sex with him and write notes sayin they want to be his bitch?” He waited. She bowed her head and tried to hold back the tears. “Them teachers get ten to fifteen years of hard time. I looked it up.” She covered her face with her hands and sobbed quietly. He leaned over to pull her hands away and make her look directly at him. “Uncle Watts ain’t the only black guy what got hisself a slave,” he said. He stood and pulled her with him. He gestured toward her purse on the desk. “Fix yourself up,” he said.
She wiped her face clean and reapplied her lipstick, gloss, and mascara. She turned to him for approval. He nodded, “Cheer up,” he said, “you ain’t goin to jail long as you do what I say. Ain’t gonna be no different than it was before. I just got me a little insurance is all.” He put his arm around her and slid his hand up to cup her breast. He felt her nipple stiffen. He turned her to face him and putting his hands on her ass pulled her into him. She felt his hard cock against her crotch. She hesitated then put her arms around his neck and tilted her head down to brush her lips softly against his. “You’re sure,” she said. “What you did, what you have won’t make a difference?”
“Last night you said you’d do whatever I wanted. That was before I got my insurance. Long as you do what you said, nothin’s changed.”
Someone rattled the door. Ann jumped back away from him. The door remained closed. “Probably the janitor,” she said.
“Or that cunt, Shawna,” he replied. “Your car in the lot?”
“Yes.’
“You forgettin affection?”
“Yes, honey. It’s the BMW.”
“I go first. You walk behind.”
She followed him. The halls were empty. There was no one in the parking lot except Charlie, the janitor. She noticed that he paused and looked at them as they entered the car together. Darnell grinned at her, “Another witness,” he said. “We goin to my place first and finish what we started, then we goin out.”
Ann drove following his directions, but her mind was a jumble of confusion.
‘How could I have been so stupid,’
she thought.
‘I let this cocky black boy put me in a position where I have to obey whatever crazy demands he makes of me or go to prison as a child molester. His uncle can send me to prison if I violate any of the terms of a contract that requires me to obey him and any black man in the NWS.’
Darnell had opened his fly. He took Ann’s right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on his cock which started to stiffen immediately. Instinctively, she squeezed it.
“Yeah, baby, that’s for you. You gonna kiss it a little bit then watch it slide up into your pretty white cunt and then feel it fuckin you.”
His words and imagining what lay ahead excited her.
‘What was it about this filthy, vulgar boy that never failed to arouse her?’
Without looking at him she said, “Tell me, Darnell, why do you think I’m so attracted to you?”
“You mean why you want me to fuck you?
“Yes.”
“You forgettin again, but I guess you got other things like jail time on your mind.” They pulled into a parking spot in front of a low-rent red brick apartment building in Bed-Stuy. He shifted in the seat to face her. “I’ll tell you what I think. Did you fuck before you married that wuss?”
“No, I was a virgin when we married.”
“Jesus! How fuckin dumb was that? How much he fuck you?”
“Not often. At first maybe once a week. Later once a month and lately not much at all.”
“You ever cum with him?”
“I really didn’t know what that was, but I read about it and pretended I did because he seemed to want me to.”
“You sayin you never cum with your husband?”
“No, not really.”
“When’s the first time you cum?”
She frowned seeing where he was going, “That time with you, right after I signed the contract. You came to my house.”
“Yeah, I thought that’s how it was. A woman ain’t a woman till she cums. She’s a fuckin girl, no matter how old. Them nuns who never fuck can be eighty fuckin years old and they’s still girls. You was still a girl until this,” he lifted his cock out of his jeans. “My fuckin dick made you a woman. It changed you from a dumbshit girl into a woman. Women never ever forget the first guy that done that, the first guy that made them cum. The first guy’s always like some kind of God even if they never see him again. They was one thing before his cock made them cum and somethin better afterwards. They was like born again. They was a woman.”
She had never heard him speak so long. It seemed this was something he’d thought through or picked up from some older black guy. Somehow it made a sort of crazy sense. Certainly after knowing what an orgasm was, what it felt like, how leading up to it felt....all of that changed her. She wanted more. Darnell had given her the first one. He had transformed her. In that sense he was special.
“You ain’t never gonna forget the first fuck I give you. You ain’t ever gonna forget Darnell’s cock. You gonna make love to it today and for as long as I want you to. Right?” He spoke with assurance that went beyond his nineteen years.
She leaned over him and lowered her head to kiss the tip of his hardening cock. She held it gently between her hands staring down at it. “Yes, it’s like you said, it did change me.” She looked up at him. “I’m grateful to you for that, Darnell, truly I am. I never knew....” She touched her lips to his cockhead again, still looking up at him. “I love it, Darnell, I love your cock. You didn’t need insurance.”
Without responding, he stuffed his half hard cock back into his jeans and opened the door. She followed him into the foul smelling tenement. Obscene graffiti on the stair wall depicted huge black cocks spurting jizm, white women in chains, white women sucking black cocks and with their heads between the spread legs of black women. Ann followed him up to the third floor. The apartment consisted of two small rooms, a tiny kitchen and a filthy bathroom without a door. Dirty clothes were flung everywhere along with worn sneakers and flip-flops. The sink was filled with dirty plates, the garbage can overflowing. The single window in the living room overlooked the fire escape and the brick wall of the building next door. There were no windows in the kitchen or bathroom or the bedroom.
The dark green couch was torn, stuffing coming out of the seats and arms. There was one hard-back chair and a small television set. A single sixty watt bulb hung on a wire from the middle of the ceiling. The rug was stained and torn. The place stank of dirty socks and beer and urine.
Darnell locked and bolted the door. “Welcome home,” he said. “You gonna be spendin a lot of time here, mostly on your knees or your back. You like to get fucked doggie or fucked with me on top?” She looked around, her heart sinking. She didn’t answer him. “I asked you a question, Mrs. fuckin high and mighty Gardner.”