Shaima "Shay" Osman, born in the City of Chicago, Illinois, is, by all definitions, one of those young women with a bad reputation. Born to a Somali immigrant mother and a white American father, both of whom gave her up shortly after birth, Shay Osman didn't have it easy and bounced from one foster home to another. The City of Chicago was full of people who only took in foster brats to get a steady check from the State of Illinois, and fate threw Shay in with the worse of them.
Shay Osman grew up fast, and had to put up with abusive people of all hues who didn't treat her like a human being. This toughened her up, and taught her to look out for number one. Fate threw a lot at Shay, that's for damn sure. Nevertheless, the six-foot-tall, caramel-hued, green-eyed and deliciously curvy biracial beauty grew up to be a strong woman. Life is what you make of it, that's what Shay Osman firmly believes.
In 2014, at the age of twenty one, Shay Osman graduated from Malcolm X College, and enrolled at the University of Chicago. While there, Shay Osman met the man destined to change her life forever. The gentleman in question is Dr. Malik Bukola, a tall, handsome Nigerian-American Muslim scholar, professor of criminal justice at Howard University and visiting professor at the University of Chicago. The renowned scholar took a liking to the difficult but bright and promising young woman, and taught her about life...and other things.
"Tell me about your fantasies," Dr. Malik said in that deep baritone voice of his as he looked at Shay. The young woman sat on a comfortable leather couch in the basement of the good doctor's west side townhouse, clad in a red tank top and a rather short black skirt, her golden brown skin glistening in the low light. Shay smiled coyly and crossed her legs, a gesture that caused a stir in the good doctor, though Dr. Malik maintained an unflappable façade.
"Well, Doctor Malik, it's not easy for me to say," Shay said, well-aware that the good doctor just caught a glimpse of her crimson panties, which were lacy and see-through, and the vivacious young woman smiled confidently. For as long as she could remember, the male of the species had been fascinated with Shay.
With her curvy body, thick ass, haunting pale eyes and stylish Afro, Shay knew that she cut a dashing figure. Hell, all the guys in her classes wanted her, but Shay only had eyes for Dr. Malik. Shay sensed that underneath his cool, calm and deeply intellectual detachment, there was a lot going on with the good doctor. Shay had seen the way Dr. Malik looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking...
"Why don't you tell me, Miss Osman?" Dr. Malik replied, and Shay looked at the tall, bespectacled West African Muslim scholar, clad in his stylish blue silk shirt, black silk pants and dark gray tie. Dr. Malik was the picture of the modern black intellectual, in the same vein as professors Henry Louis Gates, Michael Eric Dyson and Cornell West. According to his online biography, Dr. Malik Bukola was born in the City of Kano, northern Nigeria, and moved to the City of Atlanta, Georgia, with his parents Idris and Amina Bukola in the early 1980s.
The illustrious Dr. Malik Bukola studied business administration at Morehouse College, graduating in 2000 at the age of twenty two, then he enrolled at Howard University, where he studied criminal psychology, earning his doctorate in 2007. Since then, the good doctor had become a leading authority on African-American psychology and social consciousness, and tried to bridge the gap between the Black community and the mental health field. Such a good guy, I want to corrupt him, Shay thought naughtily.
"Doc, I think it's better if I show you," Shay said, and then she stood up and boldly walked up to Dr. Malik, whose soulful brown eyes remained riveted on the sultry, exotic young beauty who came at him, strutting her stuff like nobody's business. Shay stood less than a meter from the good doctor, so close that he could smell her scent, a mixture of female perfume, Dior if he wasn't mistaken, and Shay's own feminine funk. Nice.
"I'm listening," Dr. Malik replied thoughtfully, stroking his goateed chin, and Shay grinned, and hopped on the good doctor's desk, and spread her thighs invitingly. Dr. Malik held his breath, and his eyes went wide as he caught a full look at the space between Shay's thighs. Those golden brown spread wide, exposing her pulsing pussy, glistening and wet behind those see-through red panties of hers. As the good doctor fumbled for words, Shay smiled victoriously.
"Hey, Doc, like what you see, I take it," Shay said, matter-of-factly, and she touched Dr. Malik's glasses, which rested on the bridge of his nose. Dr. Malik smiled and nodded, and then in an uncharacteristically bold move, he laid his hands on Shay's thighs, much to her delight. As the young woman smiled and nodded, the good doctor caressed her inner thighs, but stopped short of the 'goal spot,' as it were.
"Come here, temptress," Dr. Malik said, smiling as he pulled Shay into his arms, and the grinning young woman sat on his lap. Shay locked eyes with Dr. Malik, and the burning intensity she saw in them thrilled her to her core. When Dr. Malik's hands moved from her waist to her ass, Shay giggled, and took his handsome face in her hands.
