Heritage State University students become your friends too! Academics, Betrayal & Video + College Co-eds = Delicious Drama. Winter Quarter is an educational journey HOT enough to melt your senses.
Black College Sabbatical - Winter Quarter
THE HOTTIES OF HSU ARE BACK…
Difficulties begin as Cee-Cee works to erase her image as a naïve freshman incapable of telling the difference between a down brother and a brother on the down low. Kyla’s sorority crusade forces her to face the guilt of choosing her ambitions over love. Ananda’s parental tantrums persist as she tries juggling another course overload, basketball and a secret addiction that doesn’t stay secret for long. Tina labors with the pressures of falling in love and failing to fit in, while discovering where her passions and priorities meet to define who she is.
***Kayla Goes for the Kill****
As we dance across the floor I feel swept by Cherod’s charm and grace. He’s a helluva lot smoother than I remember. I wrap one arm across his left shoulder as he tenderly holds my right hand to his chest and I gleefully follow his lead. We float back and forth, round and round. I can feel the chemistry building between us. I think now’s the perfect time for me to make my move.
“So Cherod tell me. Where’d you learn to be such a good dancer?”
“When you’ve been away from home as long as I have, you tend to pick up a few things along the way. I’m sure you’ve learned a lot during your time at school. Right?”
“Sure, but dancing wasn’t one of them. If that’s what you mean. My father taught me to dance long before I started at Heritage.”
“I just mean that sometimes it doesn’t matter where you get certain things from. It’s all about how you use them once you have them.” He alleges with a calm demeanor as he smoothly dips me. The move is sudden, but graceful still. It suggests an elegant spontaneity and strength that peeks my curiosity about him even more.
“Well it seems to me that you definitely know what to do with your moves.” I offer cunningly in hopes that he would interpret my words as seductive. Cherod tightens his grip around my waist. Spinning me slowly, he whispers in my ear.
“Ohh please believe that I know what to do with my moves Miss Kayla. I only wish that you would allow me the opportunity to show you what I can do.” He spoke with a seemingly authentic, seductive lure of his own. I feel myself get warm all over and I just throw caution to the wind. I know I’ve never really given Cherod a second thought until now but, if I work this opportunity right. I can get more out of dealing with him than I can out of Chavon’s flakey ass. He’s never gonna want me for real anyway. He’ll always want Kyla. I think to myself as I let the anticipation of Cherod’s offer just linger in the air for a moment.
“Do you know of somewhere we could be alone to talk more on the matter?” I ask.
“My Escalade is downstairs.” He blurts out immediately with a serious intensity in his eyes that makes me moist when he looks at me. “I can take you anywhere you want to go.”
“Let’s go.” We both say in unison after moments of mutual contemplation.
Before I know it we are down in Cherod’s truck, panting and kissing like long lost lovers. It starts out neat, soft and even playful. However, it doesn’t take long for the encounter to turn super sexual when Cherod nibbles my ear. We are instantly all over each other. I stroke his hair and suck his nipples while his hand slowly travels up my dress. Separating my thighs, he lightly fondles his fingers through my most sensitive area, stimulating me erotically with each brisk touch. I feel myself cream in his hands. I can tell he likes it too because he removes his hands from inside me only long enough to lick my juices off his fingers before pleasing me again. It’s the freakiest, most sultry, sneaky and wrong thing I’ve ever done and I love it. I gladly give him oral pleasures and he gives me anal sex. I can’t hide how much I like everything he’s doing. In the afterglow, I can’t help, but silently compare Cherod’s sex to his brother’s. With Chavon, it was purely revenge…all a part of the plan. With Cherod, it’s different. I like that he dominated me. He forces me to admit what I like. I think I like that too.
“What a way to bring in the New Year!” Cherod boasts in between deep breaths when we finish.
“Uh-huh.” I reply just as out of breath as he is.
“A penny for your thoughts.” Cherod offers after putting out his Black ‘n Mild cigar.
“You don’t have to pay to know what I’m thinking. You seemed to know exactly what I wanted a minute ago so, just look into my eyes and tell me what I’m thinking Cherod.” I say daringly as I finish adjusting my clothes and turn in the passenger’s seat to face him. He leans in towards me close. He looks into my eyes deeply for what seems like hours before finally speaking.
“Let me see. Knowing you like I now do. I would say that you’re thinking of how my brother never fucked you quite like this. Right?” He offers subtly with a smile like he didn‘t just make a bold ass statement about something he wasn‘t even suppose to know. The music in my head stops like somebody just snatched the needle off a record. I’m shell shocked by his remark. When? What? How did he…I think to myself as my mind surfs 1000 miles per second?
“What?” I offer bowled over with curiosity and sheer shock.
“Look, let me just put it out there. Chavon told me what went down with you two and what can I say? I guess the dog in me had to have some too.” He says nonchalantly, zipping his pants with a most arrogant grin.
“Oh so that’s what this was about? Poor little Cherod’s mad because his little brother got here first. Oh please Cherod. That is so damn 90210’ish of you, really!” I shout in astonishment that this is even happening.
“You fuck the love of your little sister’s life, threaten to tell her to still be able to black mail some reserve dick. Then got freak nasty live with his older brother and I’m acting out a 1990 drama? Girl, you got balls. I’ll give you that shit. But you should know never to underestimate those you try to fuck. See I’ve got a small video camera in the interior light right up there.” He points toward the ceiling of the truck. “I just taped our whole little escapade in the Escalade! Watch this!” He says obnoxiously as he snatches up the remote and turns on the monitor in the dash of his truck. Seconds later the images of what just rocked this truck appear on the screen. I see myself sucking him off, him stabbing me from behind…everything. I’m speechless but, not for long.
“I don’t believe you!”
“Please believe me when I tell you that this will be all over the Internet in a matter of minutes if you don’t leave my brother the fuck alone! I don’t know what type of game you’re playing Kayla, but it ends here.”
“So what just happened was fake?”
“As fake as your sudden interest in me tonight. Don’t worry though Kayla. If you be a good girl, I might give you some more cause we both know how much you like it. Now I’ve gotta get back to the party. You coming? Oops my bad. You already did. Didn’t you?” Cherod laughs as I scramble to collect my composure. I keep replaying the moment my plan started to fall apart in my mind. This game is nowhere near over. I ponder silently as I march through the parking lot; quickly moving away from Cherod as fast I possibly can. Yep, this game is far from over.