Dark Allure Blond Yearning Part 1

Professor Nekane Lauretta walked briskly across the University of Southern California quad. She adjusted the stack of philosophy texts under her arm, her tailored navy blazer and pencil skirt clinging to her athletic frame, a professional armor that felt increasingly like a cage. At 34, she was a Basque beauty, with long, thick blond hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, piercing blue eyes, and a presence that turned heads.

Nekane turned toward the music, a deep, rhythmic pulse, a primal beat. The sound of Zulu drums rolled across the quad like a summons. The drums carried a power, a force that tugged at something buried deep within her as if they were calling her name in a language she didn't understand. At that moment, the vision of the black stud from her dreams flashed before her, but now as a Zulu Warrior. She shook her head and looked at the open window of the music department's cultural class.

Nekane took a tentative step toward the music building, drawn by the rhythm as if it were a physical force. The drums seemed to speak of something ancient, something wild. She stopped and turned back, looking at her watch. She was running late to the football game a the the highlight of every season, but decided to leave early to beat the traffic. Personally, she was not a fan--she hated how it glorified brute force.

The late September sun cast a molten golden haze over Crestwood Academy's football field in the heart of Bel Air, where the elite of Los Angeles's wealthiest burbs had gathered to watch their champions train earlier in the week before the big game. Nekane stood near the sidelines. She was there at her husband's insistence, Gutxi Hortz IV, head of the board of trustees, who insisted on her coming to the season's first game with him. The team was hoping to become state champions for an unprecedented fourth time. The great success started when some black jock became their QB, and he was the center of so much excitement – that did not interest her. She saw a banner with the number 10 – Victory. "Yes, the black jock's name is Victory." Nekane thought to herself. "Why do people make such a big deal over football players?"

Her marriage to Gutxi, a man more consumed by legacy than love, left her yearning for something raw and alive, a touch that could ignite her, a gaze that could see her. Like most men in her life, Gutxi placed her on a pedestal, treating her as a trophy to be admired rather than a woman to be known, his worship of her beauty and status a hollow gesture that left her deeper desires untouched. She was struggling with an ever-increasing sex drive and the desire for a baby. Gutxi had a low sex drive, and his low sperm count resulted in no baby in 12 years of marriage.

Nekane had arrived before Gutxi. She walked toward the field rather than heading directly to the VIP stands. The stadium was still largely empty, just a trickle of early arrivals. Out of boredom and curiosity, she approached the sidelines, and her breath caught because of the striking evony vision. Johnny Victory was there, warming up, shirtless under the late afternoon sun, a vision of raw, masculine power that struck her like a physical blow. His dark skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, every muscle large, powerful, and ripped. A body even better than her fantasy black lover. She felt her body react and tried to suppress it, but it spread through her body and invaded her mind. Especially as her eyes fell on the incredible shape of his butt! "How endowed is he?" she suddenly thought, but tried to brush it off.

Johnny turned with a cocky smile. He straightened, unabashed by his state of undress, his confidence as palpable as the heat radiating from his skin, a magnetic force that drew her in despite every warning screaming in her mind. Johnny's eyes meet Nekane's and she turned, blushing. "He caught me!" She thought, embarrassed.

Nadia, a pretty cheerleader and Johnny's friend, noticed Nekane's gaze. With a playful grin, she approached Nekane. "Hey there! You seem to be enjoying the view. Do you want me to introduce you to Johnny?" Naida asked.

"No. I had never seen Victory before. But I don't care. No need to introduce me. Just wondering what all the stir surrounding him was about." Nekane replied.

"Come on, don't be shy! The excitement is about more than his moves on the field!” Nadia exclaimed.

Despite Nekane's verbal protests, Nadia took her by the hand and led her toward Johnny. Nekane's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins.

“I knew you wanted to meet him!” Nadia said.

“Ok, I’ll meet him!” Nekane agreed.

As they near Johnny, he pretended not to notice them but made a bold, calculated move. With casual nonchalance, he removed his pants, leaving himself in form-fitting Lion briefs that outlined a massive erection. Nadia made the introduction, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

"Johnny, this is Professor Nekane Laureta—a new fan I saw admiring you!" Nadia stated, seeking to stir things up.

Johnny turned and flashed his lady-killer smile at Nekane.

"No, I just had heard a lot of talk about your success in football and was curious." Nekane nervously stated.

She couldn't help but rake her eyes over his glorious body, capturing his massive bulge in the briefs. She felt a flush of heat. "Professor, see something you like?" Victory asked confidently. Nekane flushed, knowing she had been caught, but still did not avert her gaze from the bulge.

“NO! I was just wondering if it's real—the lion's skin.” Nekane responded. She pointed at the brief. Nadia interjected, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Oh, they're both real." Nadia proclaimed. "Johnny has an incredible story. He hunted and killed the lion himself in the bush and became a Zulu warrior before coming to California." Nadia explained.

"That is a fascinating story!" Nekane responded. She tried to avert her gaze, but his deep, dark eyes kept her glued, powerful and masculine. Victory undressed every inch of her with his eyes, his cocky smirk signaling that he liked what he saw and was ready to pursue it!

"See the proof. Check it out!" Nadia exclaimed as she pushed her phone in front of Nekane's face, breaking the locked gaze.

Her eyes fell on the image displayed on Nadia's phone, a photograph of Johnny standing in triumph with one foot planted firmly on the fallen lion. His body was already developed and very endowed; he exuded a raw, untamed power that was breathtaking even then.

"So brave, so strong, so developed, such manhood." Nekane said, impressed.

Johnny, enjoying Nekane's reaction, leaned in slightly, his voice a low rumble. "As you can see, I'm much more developed and bigger." Johnny said, gesturing to his body.

Nekane' s eyes fall back on the bulge in his briefs, which had grown even more prominent. She felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks and her heart pounded.

"You can come for a closer look in the locker room after the game," the cocky black stud challenged. Nekane's mind raced with the implications of the ebony adonis's offer.

"I should put him in his place. He is out of line. He's so bold, so confident. It's exhilarating. How did he get so confident?" Nekane wondered to herself.

"I... I can't. I'm married. My husband will be here soon," Nekane stammered as her body got hot.

"Go for it, Professor. I can distract your husband," Nadia Interjected.

Her thoughts are interrupted as she sees her husband's limousine pull up. Panic set in, and she knew she had to leave.

"I must go. It was exciting to meet you, Johnny." Nekane answered.

Johnny had other plans. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and kissed her full mouth. She found herself kissing him back, her body pressing against his, her desires momentarily overriding her caution.

Nekane, flustered and aroused, turned and hurriedly walked away, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires. Victory flashed a cocky smile of triumph.

Nadia fell into step beside Nekane, a grin spreading across her face.

"Wow, Professor, that was hot! Somebody is falling in love!" Nadia teased.

"It's not like that. I'm married." Nekane responded.

Nadia raised an eyebrow, her smile playful and knowing.

"Then what was that back there? I saw you checking out his package and kissing him back. You two would make a great couple. Johnny has a thing for older, married white women, especially shapely blondes - and he digs brains!" Nadia challenged.

"Johnny is handsome, so confident, and dangerous, but I am married!" Nekane answered. She turned back momentarily, her eyes meeting Johnny's. He had a cocky, knowing smile on his face. "He knew I would look!" Nekane mumbled to herself. Nekane blushed, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. "So dangerous," she mumbled to herself, trying to fight her arousal.

"I meant it about his best moves being off the field. Just look!" Nadia stated as she pointed towards several beautiful, buxom white women in revealing clothing seated together, most wearing wedding rings. One, a big-breasted blonde, had a large wedding ring on and wore Victory’s jersey.

Nekane's eyes fell upon Deborah, and she felt jealous. "That's Mrs. Deborah Clark—a Professor like you, married to a wealthy doctor. She was very uptight until she met Johnny." Nadia teased again.

“Johnny dates them all?” Nekane asked.

” Yes, he has a harem!” Nadia answered.

“Hench is so cocky! I have to go!” Nekane said, pretending to be disgusted, but feeling impressed.

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