Notes From A Dark Future

By the time Amanda’s senior year rolled around, things had begun to change. The Black World Order was on the rise, and suddenly many of Professor Johnson’s ideas didn’t seem so far fetched after all.  That semester, Amanda learned that Professor Johnson was teaching an advanced course in Black Studies, one that was now a prerequisite for every white student on campus.  Even if she didn’t need the course in order to graduate, Amanda would have jumped on it in a heartbeat.  Amanda was happy when she landed the class (competition for it was fierce, what with it being a surprise last minute prerequisite and all) but she was even happier when she received a private e-mail from Professor Johnson.  It seemed that the teacher she so admired remembered her fondly as well and wanted her help in setting the tone for the class.  Amanda happily agreed, eager to help out her favorite professor in any way she could.

That first day of class began like most any other, with weary students milling into the the classroom with their newly purchased and overly priced books, ready to listen to the professor’s spiel in the hopes of learning what to expect for the rest of the semester, but that hum drum atmosphere was shattered into  tiny unrecognizable bits the instant Amanda strode into the room wearing nothing but a huge smile!

The rest of the class froze and watched in mute astonishment as Amanda took her seat.  Josh, the tall, lanky white boy who had the distinguished honor of sitting directly behind the naked beauty nearly creamed his pants as her bare ass filled the seat in front of him, and the rest of the class began to whisper anxiously, wondering why the professor wasn’t saying anything about the naked girl who’d just walked into his class.  

Mr. Johnson took a few moments to soak in his class’ astonishment. After basking in their confusion (and Amanda’s nudity) for few moments, his face broke into a smile and he spoke.

“Well, class, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed by now, one of you’re fellow students just walked into class butt naked.  Some of you might be shocked.  Some of you might be appalled.  Some of you might even be amused, or even aroused.  All of these are reasonable reactions given the circumstances, but you may have noticed that I have not reacted the way many of you might have expected, and there’s a very good reason for that.”

He paused for a moment to scan the room.  Everyone was hanging on his next word, and Amanda was the only one still smiling.

“And that reason is this: Nudity is a part of the required course work for this class… at least if you’re white. To be clear: Whites must forego any and all clothing while attending this class and while performing any related coursework, which includes but is not limited to any related projects, field trips or homework assignments.  Non-white students may dress as they like.  I asked Amanda here to come in naked today in order to break the ice for everyone else.  She was one of my best students when I had her freshmen year, and I’d like to ask her now to come up in front of the class and explain to you all the reasoning behind all of this.  Please give Amanda your undivided attention.  Amanda?”

“Hey, everybody…. sorry if I seem a little nervous, but I’m not used to public speaking.  Plus,you know the naked thing, which doesn’t help, but I guess won’t be so bad once everybody else is naked too.  Well, at least all the white students.  And thats really the point I guess.  If everybody’s been watching the news, then you know whats going on in this country.  Racial tensions are at an all time high, but, fortunately, change is coming in the form of the Reparations Laws.  Pretty soon, hundreds of years of white privilege and racial discrimination will be washed away, but it won’t happen by itself.  We need to do our part, and if your white, that means you need to allow yourself to be humbled.  You must shed your pride, your dignity, everything and be born again.  That’s why this class is so important, and why it’s so important that we take it naked.  We need to lose all of our baggage and approach these new ideas with a fresh mind and no preconceived notions.  We must allow ourselves to be educated, and the only way thats going to happen is if we begin on our bare knees.”

“Thank you, Amanda.  I couldn’t have said that better myself.”  The professor said with smile.  “You may take your seat now.”

It wasn’t lost on anyone in the class that Amanda took her seat on the professor’s desk rather than the chair she’d been sitting in a moment ago,  nor was it lost on them the way the professor slapped her ass she passed him by.  These things were lost on poor Josh though.  The poor boy was in a total fog.  As Amanda climbed up onto the desk, all he could think about was how shamelessly she’d positioned herself, her totally naked pussy staring him right in the face from across the room.

He was so entranced in fact, he almost didn’t notice the way she smiled when the professor said “STRIP!”