The Study Room

East Vs. West


My name is Paulo T. Wentworth III I'm a Psychology major at a small Liberal
Arts College in a remote sector of the northwest part of the U.S. Usually
the most excitement we have in this tiny community is a weather change or a
wild animal wondered into someone's yard and murders the family pet. My
abnormal psychology professor Dr. Benson tasked the class to document any
abnormal behavior we came upon in the coarse of our weekend, then write a
commentary on it. Yea tell me about it!

 Friday passed and I saw nothing worth recording on my camcorder.  Saturday
evening was 'way' abnormal in that it was extremely normal! I felt foolish
when Saturday rolled around with even less promise and so I journeyed to
the school library to complete some work for another class; thank goodness
I had the camcorder with me. What I saw was beyond belief if it were not
captured electronically. Well to the point; I went to the library Saturday
night to study, I went to the front desk to reserve and study room. These
were small soundproof vignettes designed for solitude and privacy equipped
with a computer table and a chair and some really bad "starving artist
painting hanging on the wall. All rooms were filled at that time but I
would be the next in line behind Ms. Shekima Renee' Toussant "of the New
Orleans Toussants", this is how she introduced herself. Shekima was what
some of my black friends referred to as an OKP. This term came from the
title of a book outlining the history of America's black elite entitled
"Our Kind of People" her folks owned a successful Creole Sea Food franchise
in the south. She was a looker and she knew it lovely statuesque 5'10"
darling, cat-like hazel eyes, rust-colored shoulder length locks, a buttery
swan-like neck, an attenuated curvaceous and voluptuous frame that was
reminiscent of both a full figured model and a track athlete, exquisite
legs running towards an ample African posterior, with complementary lengthy
and sinewy arms. Mountainous size 40 triple D mammary which defied gravity
even when unbound. Remarkably, Shekima had a flat vigorous belly that
rippled into her libidinous lap and skin like freshly churned butter.

Our little school had a small student body and an even smaller minority
population; be that as it may the American blacks and the Africans had
little or nothing to do with each other in fact there seemed to be a bit of
rivalry between them.

 Any way the system in the library was flawed in that a room could be
reserved at the information desk in the back of the library as well as the
front desk simultaneously, evidently that is what transpired that night.

There was a tall beautiful foreign student from Northwest Africa named
Ester; I am not sure if she is Ethiopian, Somalia, or Eritrean I only know
that her Coptic beauty was unparalleled in all my memory. She was a true
African princess she spoke five languages that I knew of; Arabic, English,
Italian, French and something called Tigrinya.  She stood 6'1" a classic
Northeast African beauty, wavy sable locks reaching to the middle of her
attractive arched back, enormous shimmering chestnut eyes astride a grand
but perfectly even proboscis and elevated atop a broad yet graceful mouth
that was adorned by copious and seductive almond tinted lips. Her extensive
mahogany frame was that of a sculpted image of female deity unparalleled in
its precision and pulchritude.  Shoulders like Ms. Bassette, breasts like
Ms. Banks, legs like Ms. Campbell and a walk like Ms. Berry; Ester was the
epitome.

They grabbed the door at the sametime; "excuse you!" exclaimed Shekima as
she glared into the tall girls' eyes pressing her shoulder against Ester's
arm. "Excuse me indeed" replied Ester as she pressed back with equal force.
"I have reserved this room you will have to wait your turn!" the African
beauty informed her.

"I don't think so," Shekima said with a grunt while she bangs her hip into
Ester's. Not to be out done Ester muscled her way into the small room with
her nemesis; they toppled into the room then quickly gained their bearings
to face one another. At this point I knew it was on, so I reached into my
trusty video equipment bag a got my stick on Mic and pressed it again the
glass and set up my tripod and camera to here this exchange.  "You African
B!%@#es make me sick, so pushy, so F()@%ing superior" barked Shekima.

"Well in the face of such inferiority how could I not feel superior Ester
taunted dragging out the syllables while pressing her large nose into the
golden vixen's forehead. Normally neither of these women would find
themselves in this situation especially Shekima who was raised in polite
society and taught to resolve conflict with intelligence and grace.  I
learned through subsequent investigation that all week long she had trouble
with Africans Monday she sought to change a class and there was a problem
with the Ugandan clerk's command and understanding of English, Wednesday a
Nigerian pre-Med. student who hit her car in the parking lot then their was
the Somlian whore who keeps pushing up on her man under the guise of
tutoring him in math!

So she cracked Ester in the jaw for playing her close and mostly for just
being from Africa; Ester bounced off the wall and immediately returned fire
with three crisp hooks to the side of Shekima's head. Shekima winced at
each blow but charged Ester grabbing her breasts and spearing her in the
mouth with her head forcing her backward. At this point they clenched and
began to struggle for superiority twisting each other left and right, back
and forth their lengthy legs cinched together and their butts contracting
for auxiliary force. They knocked over the computer and keyboard half-
rolling across the table. They toppled the chair then slipped onto the
grappling to get to their feet. The embattle beauties found themselves half
under the table where many blows were exchanged; mostly hooks and upper
cuffs delivered primarily by Shekima who had the advantage having shorter
arms. Ester then responded by grabbing two hands full of Shekima's tress
began banging her head against the bottom of the table causing it to jump
off the floor. Shekima jammed her right thumb into Esters left nostril to
slow her down, and then she removed herself from underneath the table and
hastily got to her feet. Ester was not far behind but as soon as Shekima
arose she started to boot the East African in the side of the head swiftly
four times. Shekima then applied a low front face lock reinforced by a
front stance her right leg straight behind her, left leg bent in front of
her. By this time both beauty blouses were torn open, moist heaving
breasts, contracting abdominals and augmenting rib cages unveiled.  The
'heat of battle' brought out the basic Creole in Shekima, "you gonna die in
dis lil room nah Char' yea' she threatened. Ester only responded by
growling seeking to pry herself free from the headlock. Shekima maintained
her superior position and converted her hold into a front thighlock then
she stood erect compressing Ester's head betwixt her curvaceous stalwart
thighs and wrenching the Eritrean lovely's svelte sinuous abdomen upward
then suddenly dropping into a pile driver. Shekima let Ester's body go
after this evidently thinking that was her finishing move, "Ahhhh! That'
yo' @$$! Sleep tight Boo" she offered. To her surprise the African beauty
was still moaning, stirring and trying to get to her feet. Shekima pulling
Ester buy the hair said, "oh so you want some more huh?" as Ester was
raised head level she sneered and spat in the Creole's face. "B!%@#!"
Shekima exclaimed then unleashed a barrage of blows and kick on her
concluding by sinking her right hand into the front of Ester's trousers
applying a Kama Sutra claw hold and pinning her against the wall with her
left forearm. Shekima had no way of knowing that Eritrea was embattled for
thirty years; that Ester has been fighting one way or another all her life,
or that when she was twelve she was assaulted by a renegade band of Muslim
rebel extremist soldiers who mutilated her genitals with a so called female
circumcision. Though tragically she would never know the pleasure of love
with a man she would also never know pain for she was completely numb
there. Ester then slipped her right hand into Shekima's pants and with her
left hand began gauging at Shekima's eye. Shekima confused, and now in
excruciating pain screamed as she was whipped around and slammed into the
same wall. Though skin peeling and blood running from her eye being dug
into both her hands were now gripped tightly around the wrist of her
assailant. Shekima quickly began to show signs of waning; bursting into
tears, sweating from head to toe, rump vibrating involuntarily, eyes
searching the small room for rescue, lips stammering a prayer in Creole to
'the mother of god' and other Catholic deities as she frothed
uncontrollably. Ester was not finished with her American foe she cinched
her teeth onto Shekima's initiating an "African Enamel lock." They began to
slide slowly down the wall Ester mounting Shekima in a twisted straddle her
left hand now filled with Shekima's hair. Suddenly their heads jerked with
a loud cracking sound blood was running down Shekima's cheek and chin; it
was one of her teeth giving way. Shekima's legs began twitching her hands
caressing the victor gently awaiting her merciful release for even in her
near unconscious state she knew she was defeated. She then straddled
Shemika's face began to gyrate her erotic thighs slowly while rolling her
tongue and producing a high pitched sound denoting triumph.  Ester released
her fallen foe though still straddling her she then curled a lock of
Shemika's hair with her finger and snatched it out at the root leaving a
bloody patch. Ester would wear this trophy for her tenure at the school.

My presentation was about how everyday circumstance can inspire abnormal
behavior from the most normal people.

I got an "A"


Paulo T. Wentworth III, Esquire