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Mr. Anderson begins classes at the University, and meets Ms. Hayes, his new teacher.
You cannot help who you fall for, whatever their skin color may be. As long as you love them, and they love you. That's what life is, or should be about...

University of Chicago, 4:03PM, Modern History Class

"Shit, shit, shit!" I exclaimed, running through the corridors of the University's History and Social Studies floor attempting my best not to be late for my first class of the semester. I was late, and I was going to regret it. I was most likely going to be scolded like a child, by the History teacher. I didn't know who she was, but on my schedule for the day her name was simply Miss Hayes. I expected, a stubborn old hag who was divorced more than once, and looking to make other people's lives misery.

I was almost tripping over my Timberland Boots, my laces were undone. In my arms, I held a file of my class papers, notepads. I finally found the door of the classroom, 4B. On the door, was a small sign stuck on with a blue tack. It read 'Ms Hayes, Modern History.'

"Son of a bitch," I muttered to myself, hearing talk inside the room. I knew the class had already started, I was now late for sure.

Full of shame, humiliation and fear I knocked on the heavy oak door, there was a hush of silence inside the room before a woman called out, "Come in."

I had the distinct feeling, that this female voice did not belong to an old white crone of a woman.

I took a deep breath, pushing down my guilt to the pit of my stomach. I clutched at the door knob, turned and pushed. I closed my eyes shamefully, walking through the doorway into the classroom and opened my eyes.

I was shocked, and pretty much stumped.

The classroom was mid-sized, quite large but most of its space was filled with study chairs with attached tables for writing. My eyes first began to look at the other students watching me suspiciously, then I turned my eyes on the large oak desk where the teacher sat.

Holy mother of god! I could not believe it, there did not sit a white crone of a woman with grey hair and stick thin. There sat a voluptuous, but not fat, ebony woman. She looked to be in her early thirties, or even late thirties.

Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore black rimmed spectacles. She must have been very voluptuous beneath the desk; because she had a massive bust. I was looking literally down her open pink blouse, they were fucking huge melons. They must have been 38FF in cup size. Below I could just make out a loose, floral long skirt. She had long golden hoop earrings, through her ears that swung and jingled at a slight movement.

'Oh hell, that ain't an old white crone. That's a fucking beautiful black momma,' I thought to myself.

"Can I help, sir?" She asked me, pushing her spectacles back up the bridge of her nose. She had a thick Chicago accent.

"Emmm aye, I mean yes. I am James Anderson, I'm late I'm afraid," I stuttered in my strong Scottish accent, I forgot to mention I am from Britain, Scotland but chose to study in the States, thanks to strong opinions from my family living in America.

I saw a few girls, in the class. Young blonde girls, and a few raven haired ones giggle at my accent and whisper amongst themselves.

I felt so stupid, and humiliated. Why couldn't I tone down my accent, and let it out gradually in class over time. I dropped my head and let it hang.

"Well you are late Mr Anderson, but that can't be helped. Take a seat, James." Ms Hayes said, in her strong Chicago accent.

I began the shameful walk to my desk, that was near to the back in the corner of the room near a window with fencing on its outside. As I walked towards it, I heard Ms Hayes speak, "And your accent is very nice James, I like hearing the Scottish accent." When I turned to look at her she had her head down reading from a book.

I sat down at my desk, and opened my file taking out papers and pens. Still some of the girls in front of me, were looking over their shoulders watching me.
I sighed, embarrassed.

"Ladies, leave James alone and read page 12. James same for you, we are starting on page 12 on Modern Western History," Ms Hayes said, still with her head down.

I nodded, mainly to myself as I pulled out the reference study book from my bag that I bought before the semester began. I opened it up, and began to read the page she told us to read.

The next hour, was Ms Hayes simply talking about what we read and some of us had questions for her; but not me. Yet she had her eyes on me, expecting me to speak. She seemed disappointed when I never spoke.

Finally the lesson was over, and Ms Hayes called an end to the lesson. The girls in front of me, seemed to be lurking waiting for me to leave the classroom to speak to me. Waiting to hear my accent, but Ms Hayes saved me and told them to go to lunch. Miserable, they left defeated. I was about to do the same when she coughed, to get my attention.

"Mr Anderson, could you stay back for a few minutes." she asked.

I nodded, quite feebly not wanting to speak.

"Take a seat," she said to me, not lifting her gaze from the book.

I sat down at her desk, in an empty chair. She didn't immediately lift her eyes from the book to look at me, until she wrote something down and looked up at me. Her beautiful ebony skin shone in the room, and her eyes were alluring.

"Its about today, you were late. That cannot happen again, if it does you will have to stay behind to go over what you missed. That forces me to stay longer than I must, and I end up getting a later train home from here." She said with a sigh.

"James, tomorrow be on time please alright. I want us to get on, as a teacher and student should." She said.

I nodded, and then Ms Hayes did the unexpected; she placed her hand on my own.

"James, don't be afraid to speak. Your accent is amazing, the girls were giddy in here because its new to them, as it is to me. Don't be afraid to talk, I love to hear your accent," she smiled.

I nodded, and to give her a treat I spoke. "Thank you, Ms Hayes." I said in my strong accent.

I watched her shiver and I thought 'what the hell was going on?'

"Well, I will see you tomorrow James. I better get home, need to get the next train," she said standing up from her chair, keeping her hand on my own for longer than needed.

"Well... thank you for the lesson Ms. Hayes, I'm enjoying the class with you," I said with a smile.

She smiled back, and even bit her lip I swore I saw her.

"Well I enjoyed teaching you James, how about tomorrow you talk more in classs" she said with a grin.

I smiled, and the lock-in of our eyes lasted a few moments before I pulled away and left the room. I felt something there, between us. It was the stare, it was her hand, it was her beauty.

God, I needed a drink. I said making my way out of the University, to a bar to drink a few shots, and a few beers.

The Next Day, University of Chicago, 5:01PM, Modern History Class

Today I made the play, and I was wearing my jeans, and a black t-shirt. I sat in my chair at my desk, finishing another few pages of the reference book we were studying from. Today, was no different from yesterday. The young girls in the class giggled, and grinned at me every time I spoke. But it wasn't the young girls that acted like kids, it was who sat in front of me that caught my interest; it was Ms Hayes once more. She seemed to grin, and even fight off a smile everytime I read a section of the book aloud in class. She was wearing the same loose long flower skirt, but instead of the pink blouse she was wearing a black large vest that gave her bust an even better pose. They were huge regardless, but they looked so good in her vest.

The same reading spectacles she wore yesterday, were back on and made her look so sultry. Eventually the hour was gone, and the class was clearing out. The blonde girl from yesterday who was giggling every time I spoke held back, with her friend with black hair. The blonde was named Christy, and the black haired girl was named Rachel. They stayed put in the room, waiting for me. Both were wearing daisy dukes, and tight tube tops. They both smiled seeing me packing up my things.

"Hey James, you coming to the University bar later on. You can tell us all about Scotland," Christy said, giggling with Rachel.

I sighed. "No thanks girls, I need to get home," I said with my belongings in my bag, I pushed past them towards Ms Hayes desk. They made disgusted groans and sounds, because I wasn't interested.

I then saw Ms Hayes reading a message on her phone, and she sighed.
"Goddamn it." She groaned.

I walked up to her desk and leaned against it looking down at her, as I stood at 5'10" in height so I towered over her.

"Whats up, something wrong?" I asked her.

She sighed and looked up at me wearing her black hair loose today. She looked up at me, her spectacles sliding down her nose slightly but she pushed them back up.
"Its nothing, James. Don't worry yourself." She smiled, but it appeared forced.

The classroom soon cleared out fully, and it was just us left.

"Ms Hayes, tell me," I said gently trying to coax her.

She sighed, and dropped her handbag on the desk. Running her hand through her hair, she moved it over her face.

"Alright, I've been checking all day long on my phone about the local subway. The train I need to take home, isn't running today. Work being done on the tracks, the reports are saying. That means it is going to take another hour or even two, to get home. I'm just trying to get through to my sister, maybe she can pick me up," she sighed again, looking at her phone.

"But my sister, has come back to me saying she's not even in the city today. So I'm getting a few buses home," she said with a deep disappointed sigh, dropping her phone into her handbag.

"God this is such a fucking bad day." She said as she was about to leave the classroom, I could see it in her movements and her hand clutching the handle of her handbag.

"Wait, Ms Hayes. I can take you home," I said simply, hoping she would be interested and ask more.

She looked at me, suspiciously. "Wait, James. What do you mean?" she asked me.

I looked at her, and then at the desk and then back up to her eyes and said, "I have a car, that's how I get to the University. I can take you home."

"I'll drive you. Beats the next two or so hours on the bus right, and all the change overs you will have to do," I said. Simply, the idea was easy to grasp and I hoped she would grasp it.

"I don't know, you're a student James," she said uncertain, as she looked from my eyes to the door.

"Ms Hayes, I don't want you on late buses getting home in the night. I don't want you walking home, I want you to get home safe," I said appealing to her logic.

"Well, its better than taking the late bus home. I hate walking home through my neighborhood," she said with a sigh.

"Right, well come on then. I'm parked in the student parking lot," I said.

She was slowly moving. She picked up her bag, and everything and we left the classroom making our way to the parking lot. She needed some coaxing, through the University canteen as she said her goodbyes to her colleagues and some students.

5:15PM, University of Chicago, Student Car Lot

We finally left the building, and we were walking across the teacher and staff parking lot, crossing into the student lot. Ms Hayes looked unsure about all of this, but she began to brighten up as we got to the car.

"I'm sorry about that, I guess I worry what my colleagues would think you know. They wouldn't understand a simple, lift in your car. Well some would, others would start talking behind my back." She said with a stiff smile.

I smiled back. "Its alright, I don't care what they say about us," I said opening the car door for her.

My car wasn't amazing. Infact it was a lousy piece of shit, an old Volvo two door with twenty years behind it.

"Wow, your car is really a heap," she laughed gently, poking innocently at my car.

I smiled.

"Sadly its the cheapest I could afford, that would run on its engine," I said with a grin, but my eyes quickly darted from her bust to her eyes. She was too busy, pulling herself inside the car into the passenger seat. As she did, I saw how big her backside was even in the flower skirt. She was so beautiful, I couldn't help but look at her. This was intoxicating being with her, alone with her so we could talk without other students prying into what we did.

I closed the door behind her gently, and made my way around the car to my own car door. I opened it and leaned inside, into the driver's seat. I got behind the wheel and closed my door. I turned and saw Ms. Hayes, her bust was less than a few metres away from me. The tops of her ebony breasts, jiggled and bounced as she pulled her seatbelt across her chest. Now this literally pushed her breasts apart and let them hang freely. I was staring at them openly with my hands on the wheel, and I looked up and Ms Hayes was looking at me with a grin.

"You sure your eyes ain't gonna pop out there? You gonna be able to handle seeing me like this in the car, without crashing the car?" she said looking at me, with a mock of a angry teacher catching her student checking her out. Well, I was doing that anyway, she was half realistic in the situation.

"Yeah, I should be able to drive without crashing," I grinned playfully, starting the engine.

The next few minutes as we pulled out of the University parking lot into the streets, were silent until we pulled onto a busy street waiting in traffic. She gently tapped her legs through her skirt, and looked over to me. I turned to face her, she smiled.

"So tell me about yourself, James. How did you end up here in Chicago?" she enquired.

I was dumbstruck, I didn't expect her to speak to me; I thought she was hoping to quickly get home.

"Well, I have family living outside Chicago who immigrated from the UK. They talked me into coming over here to study, I mean there were good things about Chicago University. I made some inquiries, and the University had a scheme to allow me to come over and study. I took it, and well since getting here I've liked it." I smiled with my hands on the wheel.

She smiled back and said, "I love your accent, we don't get many students from the UK studying here. Most go to Havard and Yale."

I smiled, and even let out a laugh.

"Not for me, fuck that shit. I grew up in a rough area of Glasgow, a city in Scotland. I'm definitely not interested in Universities like that, I just want a pass in my studies and get a job here," I said back, my smile seemed to brighten her mood as her smiles stayed solid. God she was so beautiful, it was mesmerising.

"Good, I like having you in my class, James. You have a personality... its like many students around this city, they didn't grow up with the spoon up their ass. They are willing to work hard, even if all the education they can get is here," she laughed gently.

I grinned, and my eyes moved from her bust to her neck. She didn't notice, as the traffic slowly moved.

Oh fuck, I am going to get hard. Shit, think of something else. I thought to myself, tapping my wrists on the wheel imagining anything to make me go soft but nothing worked with her busy metres away from me.

I saw almost like in slow motion, as her eyes moved from the side window around to my side and they fell setting on my bulge. It was almost a fucking tent poking up in the air. Her eyes went wide, and she rolled them turning away back to her window. I took the chance, and pushed it down.

'Stay fucking down,' I shouted at myself, in my mind.

"So, you married Ms Hayes?" I asked, I tried to stop myself but the question was already out.

She turned to me, and grinned her eyes staying away from my bulge.
"James, that's inappropriate." she laughed playfully.

I grinned. "Hey, its just us here Ms Hayes. I won't tell," I said with a grin that said it all; we were alone, together and we could say things we couldn't in class.

She looked like she was mulling over her decision in her head, and turned back to me.

"I was married once, I was young. This was a few years ago, I thought I was in love. We had known each other for years since we were kids, but it was more about my parents. They wanted me to marry him, thinking he was a good enough man to take care of me. As usual though, they weren't aware of how he really was when we were alone, or after he put the ring on my finger. That's the sad truth... you don't ever see what the bastard is really like until the ring goes on the finger. Then they don't need to hide it anymore, its behind closed doors. He wasn't... a good husband, nor a good man," she said, her lips quivered and I guessed that it made her uncomfortable remembering her past with her ex-husband.

"I'm sorry to pry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry Ms Hayes," I said respectfully.
She smiled, beaming and looked back at me.

"No, its good to share some of the crap. If I let it weigh my mind down, it does more damage and, James. Call me Carmen," she said with a beaming smile, and lustful eyes.

I nodded. "Carmen, I like that," I said refering to her name. It was sexy.

"Hmmmm, and I like James too," she said grinning, but there was something different in her eyes. She was referring to more than just my name, I guessed or more hoped for.

"Then we're well put together today then," I smiled as the traffic laid off, and moved a few cars ahead and we moved with it.

"Yeah, guess we are huh James," she giggled. I couldn't believe it, the giggle was amazing. She sounded so sexy, so cute with her giggles.

I smiled, and she tried to contain her giggles.

A few moments passed, and she spoke,

"James, can I ask about your status?" she mused.

I nodded, and this was opening into more deep seated conversation.
"Yeah, sure," I said smiling.

She nodded and spoke, almost choosing her words. "Are you single, or engaged or married?" She giggled, as if the question struck her laughter button.

I grinned. "Single sadly, been so for almost a year now. Since before I left the UK, to come here. It was more of a fling really, not my choice. She was unwilling to tell her family about me, I knew there was no future there when she did that so I ended it," I said sadly, it was upsetting for me to remember it.

Carmen looked quite shocked, and looked up at me as her loop earrings jingled with a few beads on them swinging.

"Then she was stupid, why would she not want them to know about you. You're a nice guy, great even. She was stupid to not tell them, if I were her I would have told them about you immediately," she giggled. "Proudly, too," she added still grinning and holding back her giggles.

I smiled and even looked deep into her eyes. "Wish you were her then, would have been a lot happier than I was with her."

She grinned, and gently hit my arm, with her fist playfully. "Stop it, I'm too old to make a man like you happy."

I then decided to play along, maybe see if she was still in her giddy form with me.
"You're not old Carmen, far from it. You're beautiful even," I said slowly, pronouncing every word in a nice slow tone.

She looked me deep in my eyes, and looked like she was imagining something.
"James... I." Before she could finish her sentence, the car behind us honked at us. In front of us there was three spaces in the traffic, we should have moved into. I drove forward into the front space, as the traffic collected again.

"Traffic, is bad today," I said now that Carmen had gone quiet.

She nodded.

"Yeah, with the trains off a lot of people must be driving home or getting cabs," she said slowly.

I nodded, as the traffic moved again and we were soon on the high-way that circled the city and made our way to the South Side of the city, where Carmen lived.
As I drove, I could see from the corner of my eye that Carmen was watching me, checking me out, and her eyes did a few times drop to my lap. She must have thought I didn't notice her.

I hoped that I could imagine, what she was thinking of; my big hard cock in her hands as we sat in traffic stroking my member, and leaning in to suck my cock.
I knew it was too much to hope for, it was unlikely that was what she was thinking.

"So where do you live, Carmen?" I asked driving the car around side streets around a few nice houses.

"Follow this street up to to the intersection and its the the first right. I'm number 34," she said gently smiling once more.

I nodded and along the street, I stopped at the intersection and turned into the street on the right she indicated to me.

We soon found number 34, on the street. It was a nice bungalow, one floor property with a nicely decorated garden lawn at its front.

"Its a nice place you have, Carmen. You like to garden?" I asked her pulling the car up next to the curb.

She was beaming with a great big smile, shaking her head.

"Yeah I love it, my grandma taught me how to garden when I went to visit her outside the city. She had a lovely house, and garden. I want my house likes hers someday." She smiled, opening her passenger door. She stepped out slowly and closing the door, she leaned in through the open window to speak to me.

"Thank you, James. If it weren't for you, I'd still be waiting for the bus. I really appreciate this. James I really like you but... its alright, doesn't matter," she said smiling, she leaned in and touched my hand gently.

Before she could pull out of the car, I lean over towards her. "Carmen, I'm sorry if I was out of line with the comment I made," I said gently.

She smiled and even giggled.

"Why, apologize for the comment. You said I was beautiful, any woman who doesn't like a comment like that is just stupid. You really made me feel better James, honestly.," she said grinning.

I nodded with a smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, James. Have a good night hun," she said touching my hand again and squeezing it, she walked onto the curb and began to walk through the gate of her front lawn.

I watched her large backside swing and sway under her skit, I smiled watching admiring her beauty. She got to her front door, and turned back to the car waving her hand gently. I waved back, and reversed in the street to face the intersection again and drove home thinking about her.

"God this is going to get harder and harder around her," I said driving home.

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