being black in NYC during the 90s was an exertion for Nixon and his gang. ranging from temptatious drugs to love to police brutality, they all try to sustain their self worth through it all.
mr. bruno in the mm. date: december 27th, 1995 4:38 p.m. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
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CHAPTER ONE.
the two individuals both collapsed onto each other, struggling to retrieve air into their lungs. their bodies were covered in sweat. the large blanket wasn't making amina's body temperature any better. jeremy bruno had placed his hands onto her waist, placing her body besides his. he carefully sat up against his brown headboard and looked over at the girl, still trying to receive oxygen into his lungs. amina looked back up at him in pure awe, her bottom lip placed in her mouth. she found his expression simply amusing.
"once you go black you never go back!" amina sang, making jeremy laugh out loud. his face turned serious, continuing to look at her.
"amina," jeremy bruno muttered, returning his gaze outside. it had been snowing ferociously outside, the plow trucks couldn't even plow all of the snow that landed on the ground.
"yes?" amina answered him, placing her hand on his lap.
"i think you should go now."
his statement made amina shot up, wrapping herself in the blanket as she looked up at her teacher. those six words were always said at the end of their love making sessions, making amina feel terribly bad. she was madly in love with her art teacher, mr. bruno. since her freshman year of college had started, she had taken a keen liking into her teacher. he was of italian heritage, who stood at a good 5'8 with beautiful blue eyes to die for. being an art teacher in new york city did put cheddar into his pockets. he was handsome, smart, and just pure. although, he didn't really feel the same way; only because of her social class and skin color but he still found her very gorgeous and couldn't get enough of her.
he met her in his class, she sat front and center. she was the first student he had admired. her work was stupendous, and he had thought she had wicked talent. he didn't really look at her with lust rather amina did; when she saw who would be teaching her, she was head over heels for him. his persona turned him on. before you knew it, the one on one art sessions mr. bruno recommended turned out to be heated, intense sex sessions instead.
