Chapter One

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The school bells at Chadwick A. Boseman Academy rang out, singling the end of fourth period. Twelfth grade teacher Taniece Davis smiled as she watched her students rush for the classroom’s exit. She knew why while hearing her stomach grumble. If she was hungry then she knew the students were too. Luckily for everyone, it was the fifth period. 

Fifth period was the school’s lunch period. She beamed with pride as the entire class was passing with either As or a B+. Her almond colored eyes found the two students that she remembered that she needed to talk to.

“Demi! Jaxson! May I see you for a minute?” 

Through the sea of kids, Taniece watched two bodies freeze in place. They were her two best and brightest. Staring at Demi, she frowned. She shook her head at the black eye the girl had. 

“Yes,” Jaxson said as Taniece noticed that he was holding hands with Demi. “Lakia didn’t bother you at all, did she?” 

“No,” Demi told her. “I just don’t get how one of the smartest girls in the city can be so evil.”

“If the Progressives wanted to win the war sooner than they should’ve just put her on the battlefield.” Jaxson huffed. “We live in a black-owned and operated city and we have to fuck with each other still.”

“I see you watched the Mayor’s interview this morning, huh?” Taniece smirked, holding up her finger. “I admire the man too, but in my presence, watch your language, Jaxson.”

“Sorry, but no, Lakia didn’t do anything.” 

“Okay, good.” Taniece nodded. “I asked Ms. Edwards first. I just wanted to hear it from you.” 

Taniece’s teacher’s aide, Micah Edwards observed them as well as the young lovebirds strolled into the hallway. “I told you that nothing happened, Taniece.”

“I know,  I just wanted to hear it from them.”

“You’re their teacher,” Micah sighed as her hands found her hips. “Not their mother, Taniece.”

“I’m thinking about Lakia Chrenshaw’s mother right now,” Taniece stared at the door before turning her head to her aide. “We’ve got no signs of abuse. Her mother is one of the wealthiest women in the city. Where did all of that girl’s aggression come from?”

“I don’t know, but the only reason she wasn’t suspended was because she waited until she was technically off the school grounds.”

“I just wish that someone could get through to her because there’s definitely something going on with her.” Taniece said, feeling the heat of the sexual gaze burning in her direction. 

Taniece’s eyes went back to her classroom door. The entrance that was once vacant, now had fifth grade teacher Kyle Ames filling the spot. The only question was: which of the women was he there for? Taniece didn’t know it, but Kyle wanted her from the day he laid eyes on her when he arrived at the school last year.

Standing at five foot four and weighing one hundred and sixty-nine pounds, Taniece could have been a plus-sized model since she was blessed with an all-natural thirty-six K bust, twenty-eight inch waist, and forty inch hips. Luckily for Kyle, the Divine Feminine made it so that she was a teacher. For a year plus, Kyle had to keep his professionalism, watching her move about the school. He couldn’t leer at her too much. He had to even make sure that he wasn’t drooling or the bulge in his pants was never visible. Her BBW shape, curves and succulent dark chocolate skin made Taniece wanted by both male and female staff. After a year, he was finally going to make his move. 

“May I come in?” Kyle asked, stepping in before he received an answer.

Yeah, he’s definitely here for Micah. Taniece said to herself.

Although Taniece had some suitors, her teacher’s aide was Queen Bee. Micah was thick...and not that borderline fat thick, her flat stomach sunk in as the rest of her spread evenly allowing her curves to control the perception. Micah had been blessed with a beautiful face to match. Her smile had the ability to light up a room and her lips begged to be kissed passionately. 

The student body loved her, especially the young men. Their love was surpassed by the men of the building partly because of the form fitting dresses that she consistently adorned. She was rumored to have had a fling or two throughout her three years at the academy. Whenever she was questioned since nothing could be confirmed, Micah didn’t take the time to deny any of the claims either because she was above explaining herself.

Taniece eyed Kyle as he straightened out his suit jacket, feeling his ego and patriarchal mindset leading the way. With skin that resembled fresh coffee, a muscular build, and long dreads filling his head, while a smooth but trimmed and precisely lined beard decorated his face, his physical being made Micah lick her lips while Taniece was disgusted. Standing before both women, he’d already made his first mistake. His eyes weren’t on Taniece’s face, but down the respectable (and sometimes unmanageable) amount of cleavage she sported today. Taniece hated whenever guys sexualized her, especially when it came to her breasts. 

She loved her mammary glands. Her breasts were large, very large, and no matter what she wore, there is always the slightest hint of her nipples showing through her top. With how much money people were spending on plastic surgery, she was blessed to have such an abundance of natural breasts. …But it wasn’t always like that.

Taniece was very insecure as a kid because she had boobs since the second grade, which led to a lot of teasing growing up. Entering her teen years, she learned to love them when boys her age started drooling instead of being ridiculed. Then she discovered the difference between physical lust and folks actually liking you. For the longest time, all her breasts and body attracted was fuck boys, so much so that she could spot them a mile away. Just this display alone let her know that Kyle Ames definitely was one. Finding the clock in the room, Taniece sucked her teeth at the realization that one hundred and twenty seconds had gone by … and his face was still in her cleavage while they were at work. 

“So when are you going to look me in the eye, Mr. Ames? Or should I head to Human Relations and start the paperwork needed to report sexual harassment?”

“Huh?” The words ‘sexual harassment’ broke Kyle away from her chest, taking a few steps back. He smiled, thinking would be a healing balm for his blunder. “I am a man, aren’t I, Ms. Davis? I’m not allowed a masculine moment?”

“You call that a masculine moment?” Taniece smirked. “... After you asked if you could come into my classroom and didn’t even wait for my response before you decided to come in.”

“Then let me make it up to you by treating you to lunch today and dinner tonight.”

“Unfortunately, I brought my lunch with me and I’m going to use my break to finish grading the kids’ exam to hand them back at the end of the day.”

“That’s a no to lunch. Understood,” Kyle’s cockiness and self-assurance never faded. “What’s the answer when it comes to dinner tonight?”

“That depends on what your intentions are for what happens afterwards.” 

Kyle’s lustful eyes combed over her body again much to her disdain. “Dessert obviously.” 

“Are you picking up something because if your form of ‘dessert’ equals a night of me bent over then I think I’ll pass.”

Just having had all of his cards pulled, Kyle just stood there. He sucked his teeth and grumbled “Woke bitch” underneath his breath. Taniece smiled, eyeballing Mr. Ames left and slammed her door behind.

“Damn, girl. Why you do all of that?” Micah quizzed. “Kyle is definitely on my list before he has the opportunity to even think about leaving.” “Is that why you fucked, Mr. Freeman last year?”

“He may have been one of those Conservative hotep niggas, but a girl had needs.”

“I don’t have time for any man like that after Civil War II. He should have stayed in a Conservative state, looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

“How long have you been without dick?” Micah laughed even louder.

“...And my rose has been a good lover. It’s always there when I need it.”

“Taniece, you better call the mayor or a famous for dick because with how selective you are, you're never going to end the sex drought you’re in.”

“I’m done with just fucking around, Micah.” At the mention of the mayor, Taniece’s heart fluttered. His charm, looks, charisma, and wordplay drove her wild whenever he saw him on the news. That was a man she dreamed of being with. If only the Divine Forces would send her someone so great. “Lust is played out for me. I want a real lover.”