I make reference to Cockhole's wonderful "Helping the Elderly," series during the first half of this chapter. Hopefully she'll return to continue her series at some point.
-Nightporter.
**Week 6**
Ashley was in a melancholy mood as she walked into class the next week.
Overwhelming guilt weighed down on her shoulders for cheating on Josh and it had been cheating. Despite all of Sara's teachings, Ashley was a good Christian girl and for good Christian girls there are rules. Putting another man's cock in your pussy and having him cum in your womb counted as cheating. That's just the way it was.
Thank God she was on the pill. THAT would have made for a fun phone call home. She was so distressed; she was fairly certain she hadn't done well on her calculus test earlier in the week. The possibility of failing one of her classes just added to the worries on her shoulders. While she wasn't poor, she wasn't one of those rich kids either. Ashley was a rural Southern girl, through and through. She needed to keep her financial aid if she wanted to graduate.
As she walked in, Jean Claude caught her eye and smiled at her. Ashley couldn't help herself. Her lips pushed up in a giddy little smile that only a horny school girl could make. She waved back and turned towards her seat. Her smile almost immediately slipped as the moment pasted and her guilt washed over her again.
The problem was, she couldn't bring herself to say that she regretted the sex because she didn't. Jean Claude had been so happy with her and seemed so at ease from his troubles afterwards. Plus black cock had been mind-blowingly pleasurable. Like, the best. She was just having difficulty coming to terms with cheating on Josh and having the best fucking of her life while doing it.
Her cheeks colored at the memory. She glanced up the rows of seats to see if Jean Claude was still looking at her and then immediately chastised herself for doing it. Jean Claude was now deep in conversation with the man next to him. Ashley looked at the ground. With turmoil in her heart and slumped shoulders, she walked to her seat.
Unbeknownst to her, Sara was looking intently at her as she did.
Kim was looking at her cell phone and laughing when Ashley sat down. The small Asian girl was practically glowing as she typed a message back.
"Well, I know one girl who got some black cock last night. Study session go well?" Rebecca commented.
"Well, the African exchange student I'm teaching is doing very well in his classes, I'll have you know. I was just sending him a few pictures." Kim said with pride in her voice.
"Snapchat?" Ashley asked distractedly.
"God no. Those pictures auto delete. I want him to be looking at me days from now." Kim said.
"You sext him? Do you send him lots of pictures?" Ashley asked.
"Well, it's important for class that I provide the proper motivation for his studies. I'm a very goal-oriented tutor." Kim said with a smile.
"Uh-huh, I'm sure you're providing plenty of motivation for his school work. What doe he get if he gets an A?" Rebecca asked.
Kim blushed hard and covered her face with her hands before answering. "My ass."
Rebecca's eyes widened and then she burst out laughing. Ashley joined in a second later as Kim just sat there and blushed.
"Fuck, part of me is excited at the prospect and other part of me wants him to get a B. He's huge. That thing is going to rip me apart." Kim said.
"Sounds like good motivation to me girl. Go talk to Tikka at the Black Spade Boutique. I know they have a nice set of trainer butt plugs for sale." Rebecca said.
"Oh, you do, do you?" Kim asked.
Rebecca just smiled. "What can I say. The black boys love a little back door fun and I've got the assets for it." She slapped her own ass with meaty smack and the girls all laughed like the horny little school girls they were.
"And what about you?" Rebecca winked at Ashley. "I saw you going into Sara's office after class and then that hot Haitian guy going in after. I know you got quite a few inches of black cock yourself."
"I'm sure the whole campus could hear you screaming. You have to tell us everything." Kim said.
Ashley had stayed mostly quiet during their exchange but now answered her question with a conflicted response. "Yeah." Ashley said.
"You didn't like it?" Kim asked incredulously, her eyebrows raised.
"NO! It's not that! It was....it was amazing. Mind blowing even. It's just...." She trailed off.
A look of understanding passed over Kim and Rebecca's faces after a moment. Their eyes shifted to look at each other as unspoken words passed between them.
"Josh?" Rebecca asked quietly.
Ashley nodded.
"You have a boyfriend and you're worried how he's going to react if he finds out." Kim finished her sentence for her, a suddenly serious expression on her face.
"When he finds out." Rebecca said. "Our faces are plastered on the walls of half the black men on campus. He's going to find out."
"Rebecca!!" Kim said.
"What? It's true. Lying to her isn't going to help the situation." Rebecca says
"She's right. He's going to find out and when he does, I don't want to lose him. Josh and I are soulmates." Ashley said.
"If he finds out, we'll help you through it." Rebecca said.
"When he finds out. My luck isn't going to last forever and when I slip up, I don't want it to end our relationship." Ashley said.
"Then we'll just have to figure out a way to make him understand." Rebecca said.
"Yes." Kim nodded in agreement. "You know we're here for you."
"Thanks guys. You're the best." Ashley said.
It said something about Sara's course that none of the girls mentioned refraining from having sex with black men. That was a given. Their socialization in Sara's new racial paradigm shift had gone too far to turn back now. They were all good racial justice warriors now. Proper white allies every single one of them. The sex was going to happen. Ashley just needed to make Josh understand his role their new relationship. Ashley just needed to find a way to make it work, somehow. Sara had been discreetly listening to their conversation and when it seemed to have gotten to a stopping point, she stood up and addressed the class.
"Welcome back everyone. There will be no lecture today. Just a short class discussion before we break to discuss the optional final with the ladies." Sara said.
With caused murmurs throughout the class. Ashley heard the word, "optional," sprinkled throughout the voices in the room.
"You've all come a long way in your personal journeys and it's been my great pleasure to watch you all grow. Seeing as this is our last day of class, I wanted to circle back on the core themes of the course before we go over the final exam. Ashley dear, how would you summarize the intent of this course?"
Ashley stood. "Um...The intent of the course is to acknowledge the sins of the past and our culpability in historical injustices. That by understanding our own roles in what has happened we can begin opening our hearts and prove that we're selfless and trustworthy enough to make amends. That through interracial reparations we can help ease the pain of injustice and build bonds of friendship between the races."
"Well put. Kim, why are you all dressed the way you are? Isn't it weird?" Sara asked.
"Wishing to display your body for handsome black men is perfectly natural. The fact that we want to speaks to the special bond between black men and white women. Covering up would be weird. Our clothing should attract the black male gaze and show are willingness to engage in interracial sexual reparations." Kim said.
Sara's nodded her head and again scanned the row of women in front of her. "And Rebecca what's the best way to accomplish interracial reparations?"
Rebecca stood up and gave a much blunter and to the point answer. She stood up, faced the class and threw up her fist. "With spread legs and an open mouth for the good of the cause." She made eye contact with several of the men as she spoke and squeezed her massive breasts with her hands to emphasize the point.
There were cheers from the back of the class as Sara smiled at the response. "Excellent. Close your mouths and listen when it is appropriate and open your pretty little mouths when it is fitting. Emily, who should take priority when it comes to our responsibilities to black men?"
Emily seemed more timid than the bombastic older woman from the beginning of the course. "The cause should always come first, even over our own spouses. We have responsibilities and black men have needs, our significant others need to understand that."
That answer hit Ashley right in her heart.
"You would certainly know a lot about that, wouldn't you dear?" Sara asked not without kindness in her voice.
"Yes." The older woman said blushing.
"Would anyone like to add anything else?"
The Latina girl, Lily raised her hand until Sara called on her. "Just that we can all use our personal talents to serve black men in our own way and have the best fucking sex of our lives in the process."
Sara practically glowed as the girls giggled in response and the boys cheered.
"Good, I'm glad to see you've all taken this course to heart. See I told you it would be quick. Let's break here so the girls and I can discuss the final exam." After the boys had all shuffled out, Sara sat on her desk and looked at them.
"The good news is the final is optional but it is recommended. Most of you are passing and if you choose not to take the final then your current grade will stand as is.
