The Clarke Brothers

‘Cause you don’t care about a thing except your muthafuckin’ self

~Cardi B

“The evolution of Feminism and Women’s Sexual Liberation will be your topic on your essays. Each of you will need to form a spreadsheet on at least 5 monumental movements throughout history that helped shape and develop how women’s rights revolutionized the way women are viewed in society and sexual culture. All points need to be categorized within a unit of time whether you use year, a decade or significant events, like for instance the women’s right to vote.......”

What the fuck!

It’s a little late in the year and his ass wants us to do this damn research essay? We just turned in a big group project less than 2 weeks ago!

I was sitting in my American History class trying to pay attention but when Professor Boswick's ass started to get long-winded I would zone out.

Especially when I got a text from my roommate for the past 2 years. That bitch doesn’t ever text me. So I already knew it was probably gonna be some bullshit.

📱Nyla: Hey Roz, are you coming straight home after your classes?

📱Me: That’s the plan. Why wassup?

📱Nyla: Ok, good I just wanted to talk to you about a few things when you come home no big deal.

📱Me: Are you sure about that? The last time you said it was no big deal your boyfriend ended up moving in with us.

Of course, her ass doesn’t text back. I know one thing she better not be with the fuckery today.

“Miss Davis whatever is on your phone must be more interesting than my lecture and I hope it will help you with your final grade. Which I might add is dangling on the edge of failing my class!”

I sunk down in my chair as I heard a little bit of snickering from the other students in the classroom.

Did he have to put my business out there like that? I swear I’m so over this school year. In two more years, I’ll have my computer science degree and be free from this place.

“Alright class that’s it for today. We’ll reconvene on Monday morning have a nice weekend.”

Thank God it was over and I could crawl under my sheets and sleep the rest of this miserable day away.

“Ms. Davis I need to see you in my office,” Professor Boswick howled across the classroom.

Grunting under my breath I turned towards him rolling my eyes.

“Can this wait until-”

“No, my office now!”

OK, he’s really showing out right now I thought running my fingers through my long twists.

Sighing heavily my bronze-thick legs carried me into his office as he gestured for me to close the door behind me.

“How may I help you Professor Boswick,” I frowned up my face and crossed my arms tilting my head to the side with an attitude.

His 6-foot 3-inch frame looked down upon my 5-foot 4-inch body like a beast looking down on his prey. He licked his dark chocolate lips then ran his hands against his salt & pepper beard and smiled.

I had to give it to him for a man in his late 40s he was fine as hell but I had gotten to the point where I just couldn’t take him and his arrogant attitude and manipulative ways.

“It’s amazing to me how such a brilliant beautiful girl can’t seem to follow the simplest of directions,” he walked around me to his office door. My heart started to beat a little faster when I heard him turn the lock.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you half-assing, you barely turning in assignments, and you not paying attention in my classroom! And that’s if your ass decides to show up!”

He was right behind me and I could feel the heat from his breath kiss the side of my neck.

“Well, you know history isn’t my thing-”

“Bullshit! You just want to piss me off don’t you Rosaline?”

His lips were grazing the contours of my neck and those large hands of his were surrounding my wide hips. Pulling my juicy round booty into his hard-on rapidly growing underneath those dark pleated trousers he was wearing.

“Samuel please," I begged, catching myself as my eyes started to roll to the back of my head.

Yep, me and Professor Boswick a.k.a Samuel had been having a little whirlwind affair for a few months. I mean it was cool at first. But I just got tired of feeling cheap and used. Besides, he was always full of excuses and I felt like he was hiding something from me.

Every time I asked him about going out or doing things besides having sex he would always have an excuse. At first, it was because he was busy with work all the time or it was because the university frowned upon starting relationships with students. Then he never answered the phone after 6 pm. It was always through text. And if he wanted to have sex it was always in his office. I don’t even know what his damn house looks like.

“If you didn’t want me to get turned on by you then why would you dress like this, huh? What did I tell you about having these fluffy soft titties peeking out at me while I’m teaching Roz?” he ran his soft hands up my torso, groping on my breasts.

“SAMUEL NO!”

I pushed his hands away turning around to face him.

“Roz baby, what’s the problem?” he asked softly. “You haven’t been to class all week and I’ve been calling and texting you with no answer. Now you don’t want me to touch you? What’s wrong?”

He lifted my chin with his index finger pinning me between his rock-hard dick again and his solid oak wood desk.

“You’re what’s wrong Samuel! I’m tired of being lied to!”

“Baby I would never lie to you. How could I lie to that beautiful face of yours?”

Samuel held my chin up higher and pecked at my lips. Caressing both cheeks with his hands he made sure he took the opportunity to deepen that kiss, even more, when he saw I wasn’t resisting. Our tongues swirled around each other’s, simultanously enjoying the heat generated between us.

“How can I make my little princess not be mad at me anymore?”

“I want to be treated like a woman Sam......like I’m you’re woman! Not like I’m you’re dirty little secret you fuck off to when you finish teaching for the day! I wanna go out Sam. Let’s go out on a date. I wanna see where you stay. It’s like you know everything about me but when it comes to your life you change the subject.”

“Baby we’ve talked about this I cant-”

I just pushed him away from me again and went to walk out of his office when he caught my arm pulling me back towards him.

“Baby...baby! Please, don’t leave. Look you're right, we can go out ok,” he exhaled grabbing my hips and kissing me.

“Do you mean it?” My lips curved into a smile as he smiled back at me.

“Yes,” he chuckled looking down at me.

I pulled at his tie pressing my lips on his again.

“I’ve missed both sets of these lips,” he muttered, palming my pussy as his tongue swept across my lips.

"Mmmm, fuck,” I couldn’t resist moaning against those chocolate lips of his as his hand inched its way up under my dress. Samuel dipped his hand inside my panties as his large fingers brushed across my little bud.

With one motion he had me turned around and bent over his desk. My dress rolled up to my waist as he led my panties down to my ankles. The sounds of a condom wrapper flooded my ears in anticipation of that first thrust of his dick inside of my dripping wet pussy.

“Oooh shit!”

Samuel didn’t waste any time breaking through my walls as I clawed my nails into his desk.

“Mmmm, this phat ass,” he cursed. He enjoyed watching my booty jiggle against him with every stroke of his hips against me.

“Oooh! Yes! Fuck me, Sam.”

“Aww damn, Roz! I love this tight little pussy. Damn, you're bout to make me cum already!”

Then I suddenly remembered another thing I wasn’t happy about with this relationship. Samuel’s lack of.......how should I say this, stamina.

Suddenly my head snatched back as Sam grabbed a fist full of my twists. I automatically arched my back as my breast spilled out of my bra from the impact of him slamming into me.

“Sam,” I threw my hand back to encourage him to slow down. But like always he was in his little world, fucking me relentlessly so he could catch his nut.

“You like how Daddy fuck this pussy! I know you like it, girl! Grrrrrrrrrr!”

Was this fool really growling?

“Oh shit, oh shit, here it comes baby! Ahhhhhh,” he hissed collapsing on top of me.

“Damn baby, that was good. Did you cum?”

No stupid! You’d actually have to fuck me past 5 minutes you ass.

I hated when he would ask me that. It was like it became his lifelong conquest to make me orgasm when he found out I never had. But if you can’t even take the time to make sure the person you're fucking is enjoying what you’re doing to them, how could you ever make them satisfied or even orgasm?

Sam fell back to his rolling chair panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead. I just rolled my eyes and pulled my panties back up and my dress back down.

He stood to zip his pants up and walked over to kiss my cheek.

“So when are we going out Sam?”

“Ugh, hmm, when did you want to go, baby,” he wrapped his arms around me pulling me close.

“Well, why not now? I’m free and this was your last class for the day,” I smiled.

“Ugh,” he mumbled scratching his head.

“Sam!”

He just looked at me squinting his eyes like he was thinking of coming up with another excuse to throw at me.

“Get the fuck off of me. I don’t believe how stupid I am for falling for you and your shit again!”

“Roz! Baby don’t do that, you wanna go today we can go! Just...let me go home first and take a shower and you can go home and freshen up. Then I’ll come to pick you up and we can go wherever you want.”

“I swear Samuel Boswick if your ass stands me up, we are done!”

“Baby,” he whimpered kissing my forehead. “Don’t worry, just go get your sexy self ready and I’ll be in front of your door right at 7:30 p.m.”

“OK Sam 7:30, I’ll be ready,” I kissed his cheek and went to walk out of his office door when I was startled by an older woman with a few Tupperware dishes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry ma’am I didn’t-”

Before I could finish my sentence Sam was plowing through the door running up to her, damn near knocking me out of the way.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” he questioned walking up to her and kissing her with the same lips he just kissed all over me with.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes, ugh, Rosaline this is Cathy. Cathy this is one of my many pupils.”

“Pupil?”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet some of Samuel’s students! He comes home talking about you all often.”

“Oh does he?”

I cut my eyes at him and shook my head as he turned his head away, refusing to look me in the eyes.

“Yes, he does. Well, Sam, since you texted me that you were gonna be a little late I thought why not bring you dinner? You work so hard honey and I need to make sure my hubby eats good,” She caressed his cheek as she set the containers down on a nearby desk.

“Well, let me leave you two lovebirds alone. You know what they say threes a crowd and it’s getting a little stuffy in here.”

“Well it was nice meeting you Rosaline,” she held her hand out for me to shake. I just looked at it for a few seconds before I reluctantly put my hands with hers shaking it.

I pulled my purse up over my shoulder and dashed out of the double doors. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I couldn’t believe I didn’t realize this jackass was married! I felt so fucking naive and stupid.

I was halfway to my car when I heard my name being yelled and my arm being pulled.

“Roz wait! Wait, I’m so sorry ok! I didn’t mean for you to find out like this!”

“Oh no, what you mean is you never meant for me to find out, with your lying cheating ass,” I screamed snatching away from his grasp.

“Roz baby, I’m so sorry. Look things have been dead between Cathy and I for years. She doesn’t give me that spark like you do. You make me feel so alive! Please, baby, don’t end what we have because I made a mistake. Will you forgive me for lying?”

I smiled softly at him gesturing for him to come closer which he did. And I took great enjoyment in drawing back my fist and punching him straight in the nuts. And as he hunched over in pain I whispered in his ears.

“You can take that minute dick you got and go fuck your wife with it! I’m done! Don’t call me, don’t text me, and when you see me act like you don’t even know me!”

I jumped right into my car and headed home I couldn’t imagine my day getting worse than this….

“Roz I’m getting married!”

I was met at the door by my roommate Nyla and the rock of a diamond solitaire ring on her finger. And to be honest I couldn’t have given a shit less about her new engagement.

Nyla Marshall had been my roommate for almost 2 years now. She was an aspiring supermodel and would remind you of it every chance she got. In most cases, you would think you would find yourself bonding and getting closer to your roommate after so long but she and I were polar opposites. She could come off as stuck up, selfish, and boujie and I just couldn’t relate to any of that.

“Ohhh, congrats girl,” I walked right passed her throwing my books and purse down on the couch.

“What’s wrong with you Roz? You look like somebody stole your puppy or something.”

I ran my hands over my face and exhaled deeply.

“Just a long day at school, that’s all. So is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Oh well, that’s part of it. So since I’m getting married now Cameron and I are gonna need the apartment to ourselves.”

"Bitch what?!"

“Well, Cam and I don’t see a point in waiting a whole year to get married, and technically I didn’t make you sign another lease. Sooooo, we’re gonna need the place to ourselves.”

“How long before you need me out, Nyla?!”

“No need to be so snippy girl. I’m giving you till the end of next month. That’s plenty of time.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

There is no damn way I’ll be able to find a new place that quickly. It’s the tail end of the school year, so there was no way I could possibly try to get campus housing. And I can’t afford first, last, and security deposit for my own place right now.

I was lying in bed with a throbbing headache when my phone started ringing.

“Hello.”

“Hey, sugar. How’s mommy’s computer genius doing today?”

“Not too good Mom. It’s just been a crazy day.”

“Tell me what’s wrong Roz. You sound stressed?”

“It was just an awful day at school and when I got home to relax I found out I need to be out by the end of next month.”

“Roz, don’t worry we’ll find you somewhere to stay. Let me go make some phone calls and I’ll call you right back,” she said quickly hanging up the phone.

I loved my mom to death! She was my rock and I swear she had a solution for every situation you would be going through.

I know she’ll help me find somewhere to stay way better than this place!

~TO BE CONTINUED