I woke up the next morning and wondered if it was all a dream, but when I felt the residual wetness between my legs and the white crust of LeShawn's cum on my thigh's, I knew it was for real.
"Well Kate, you've done it this time, haven't you?" I mumbled to myself.
But still the sex had been great, and I was so angry at Tommy, I still couldn't see straight. I guess I'd always wondered what it would be like with a black man and if their cocks were really as big as they said; at least I could check that off of my list before I got married.
I just hadn't expected that the first black that I'd fuck would be that wonderful.
Or that wonderful cock would be attached to one of my students...
I lay back and let my hand wander down to my hairless sex and began rubbing my mound remembering the previous night's passion. I brought my fingers to my lips trying to remember how he smelled, how his cum had tasted, and most importantly how he'd fucked me with that huge black weapon he had between his legs.
I reached over and pulled my dildo out of the bedside table, and pushed it inside of me trying to remember the feeling of him filling my cunt. My little pink toy honestly wasn't as large as he was, and didn't give me the stretched feeling he'd given me the night before.
I immediately vowed to get myself a bigger dildo, a bigger BLACK dildo, but I pushed on anyway into my fantasy, and immediately found my hard clit. I didn't need any lube, because I still had LeShawn's cum dripping out of me, and it wasn't more than a couple of minutes before I orgasmed around my dildo dreaming of doing him and his big black cock again.
I lay there for a few minutes just rubbing my thighs together before taking a few deep breaths before heading into the shower. I took my time to wash my hair and did my best to wash away the results of last night from my pussy and thighs, but the vision of LeShawn's monster just wouldn't leave my mind.
I got out and dried myself off, pausing to look at my naked body in the full length mirror. I admired my pointy breasts, flat stomach, and soft thighs. I looked every bit the goddess that LeShawn had taken for his own last night and could see why he'd want to fuck me.
And while it was so much fun, I felt more than just a pain of guilt.
I mean, it wasn't really Tommy's fault that his professor had decided he had better things to do last night than spend it with me, was it? Maybe I'd had some fun and made some questionable decisions, but right now, I needed to talk with him, to know he was still there and that he loved me in spite of my transgressions; even if I didn't tell him about them.
I quickly pulled on a small pair of white cotton panties and a loose skirt. I then grabbed one of Tommy's shirts that he'd left here, stretching it over my bra-less breasts just to sit around the house for a bit. I left a few of the buttons open so my breasts were visible, then took a quick shot of my unbridled cleavage with my camera phone in preparation of sexting it to him, but then thought a bit better and called speed-dial 1 instead, it was Tommy's number of course.
The phone rang twice, then a strange voice picked up the phone.
"Hello." I heard a female voice answer.
"I'm sorry, is this 555-679-2327?" I sputtered, knowing fully well it was.
"Hold on," she said. Then I heard, "Hey, Tom, what's your phone number?"
I hung up immediately.
"Bastard!" I shouted out loud. "God damn it Tommy, it's 7:00 in the fucking morning, why is that girl still there?" And I immediately knew why he didn't show up last night, he was fucking around on me, and while I knew somewhere in my mind that I'd done the same thing, I rationalized it as I'd only done it because I knew what he was doing it first.
"You bastard," I continued out loud, looking at myself in the mirror again. "What are you doing and why isn't this good enough for you? What else could you want?"
I paced my front room for a minute trying to figure out what to do.
"Oh Kate, what have you done? I'm trying to screw up the rest of my life..." I told myself rhetorically as I pulled on the buttons of Tommy's shirt. In my heart, I knew I really did need to call Tommy and find out what was going on.
I finally picked up my phone again and listened to it start to chirp to me.
"Hello," I heard.
It was her again.
But instead of hanging up this time, I took a deep breath and asked, "Is Tommy in?"
"Yes, of course, just a minute please."
And I heard some shuffling around, then heard in a hushed voice, "I think it's Kate..."
Then I heard Tommy's familiar voice.
"OK, I've got it Mandy, thanks."
And he continued, "Kate, I'm so glad you called, I've been calling and texting you on and off all day, but you won't return them."
I didn't beat around the bush. "Tommy, who is that who answered the phone?"
"She's my study partner, Amanda."
"What's her last name Tommy?"
"Ummm, Ramirez? It's Amanda Ramirez... You know, she's a law student here at State?"
"Why is your study partner, Amanda Ramirez, the law student at State, answering your phone at 7:00 in the morning?" I continued.
"That was you who called?" he asked.
"Yes..."
"Kate, I...." he was clearly flustered.
"Did she sleep over last night, are you fucking her?"
"I... Jesus, Kate. We were working late. Kate, please, I love you."
"Tommy, I'm so mad at you right now, I can barely talk! You left me alone last night, it was supposed to be special and I got all dressed up for you and we were going to have fun, and you would have liked it."
And then I paused for a second for emphasis.
"But you.... you felt the need to have a sleep over with, with.... With Mandy."
"Kate, please," he begged me. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
"God damn you Tommy, does she have bigger tits than me? What's wrong with you?"
"Kate, please," he repeated.
I continued my rant, "God damn you Thomas George, if something's going on there, and I find it, you are going to be so sorry you bastard!"
And I hung up on him again.
I paced the floor again as my phone rang again and again with Tommy trying to call back.
After about 5 minutes of my phone ringing continuously, I picked it up again."Tell me the truth, if you didn't fuck her, what was she wearing? What did she wear when she slept on the 'couch'?"
"I don't know... a nightie I guess?
"Oh Tommy.... You didn't? Not my nightie?"

"It was in the clean laundry, and she saw it and asked..."
"Tommy, I bought that for you, and it's completely shear... You weren't looking at her, were you? What color were her panties?"
After a pause, he finally responded, "pink."
"I hope you had fun," I yelled at him, and hung up the phone again.
And it started up again with him calling again and again...
I let it go to voice mail until I finally shut it off.
I got online and did a search on Amanda Ramirez, and it took a little bit of time narrowing down the field, but I found 'Mandy' without too much trouble on Facebook.
I was flipping through her pictures; she did have bigger tits than me, and was kind of pretty, I guess... I guess if you like big titted Mexican whores with too much makeup, I told myself. And I kept flipping through her pictures until near the end I started to see pictures of State's campus, then pictures of Tommy, and finally one of the two of them kissing.
I felt a lump forming in my throat, and started to tear up. I kept trying to tell myself that guys didn't like big titted Mexican whores, but I knew that all men do.
What was I going to do? In spite of my poor behavior last night, I still loved him, but wasn't sure if he still loved me.
I knew I had to get the whole thing out of my head, and I spread my work out at the kitchen table and began grading papers. It took a little while, but my brain gradually started to slow down and focus on the English essays from the senior lit course I was student teaching at the high school.
After a few hours of this, I was proudly reflecting on how the kids did seem to be learning something and how their papers had improved in the last few weeks, when I heard a knock at the door.
Being jolted back to reality, I jumped up and answered the door.
"Damn girl, you should be careful with those things, you could put an eye out!"
It was LeShawn again. I just stood there for a second before realizing he was referring to my unbridled breasts and my nipples showing prominently through the thin cloth of Tommy's shirt. I immediately felt his lustful eyes running down my body again.
He started again; "Hey, I just stopped by to make sure you were all right."
"Yeah, I'm ok," I managed to tell him.
"You need to talk or anything?" he asked.
"LeShawn, I shouldn't have done that last night, I'm almost married."
"So you didn't like it? Teach, you can't tell me you didn't like it, you know, last night."
"LeShawn, please, it was a mistake," I reiterated.
"Hey, it's alright Ms Kate, I'm just here to talk," he tried to reassure me. "You still mad at Tommy?"
I paused for a moment, then finally told him, "he's got a girlfriend, I know it now. It's why I was acting out so much last night, and I'm sorry for what I did."
"No apology necessary here," he told me. "You're the prettiest white girl I've been with on campus all year, and you made my dreams come true last night."