Afro-Brazilian Love Story

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“There are lots of black folks in Brazil, Miss Kensington, in fact, people of color actually outnumber Caucasians in my homeland,” Marcelao Romano said evenly, maintaining his composure as he locked eyes with Stacey Kensington, professor of African Studies at Carleton University. The blonde, steely-eyed professor flashed him the placating smile that white folks often displayed when caught doing or saying something incorrect.

Professor Kensington showed the entire class a video of the Brazilian capital, and the whole montage was so white-washed that it irked Marcelao, who felt the need to tell his Canadian classmates that Brazil wasn’t an all-white nation. Seriously, when will the Canadians and other westerners realize that not every place on earth was full of those who look like them? People of color do exist, and that’s okay. Sheesh!

“Thank you, Mr. Romano, that will be all,” Professor Kensington said, and then class resumed. Marcelao looked out the window, and saw much of the Carleton University campus from his vantage point in the Loeb Building. Outside, a fierce snowstorm raged, blanketing the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in sheer whiteness. Inside the packed classroom, however, there was a definite chill in the air, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside.

Marcelao took a look around, at the young men and women who surrounded him in class. Black, white, brown, and every shade in between. Somalis, Haitians, French Canadians, Irish, Chinese, Aboriginals, so many ethnicities and nationalities were represented here. In a very superficial way, the diversity that Marcelao saw on campus reminded him of what he often saw in his hometown of Salvador, in the Bahia state of Brazil.

Brazil had always been a racially diverse nation, with African-descended people, Native Americans and Europeans mixing to create a beautiful and truly multicultural country. Yet, in Brazil, the power rested in the hands of the European minority. Only in the late twentieth century did Afro-Brazilians begin to fight for their rights, inspired in part by the Civil Rights Movement of the United States of America.

Afro-Brazilians literally built brazil, yet they were underrepresented in politics, in the arts, law enforcement, higher education, and other facets of Brazilian society. Marcelao’s father Antonio often told him about the way the darker-skinned members of Brazilian society were treated. In Antonio’s day, many Afro-Brazilian women chose to marry men of European descent or Native descent because they wanted light-skinned offspring. Indeed, in Brazil, dark skin was seen as a marker of lower class. Things were slowly changing, though.

“Education is the way forward, my son, you get your degree and you can do anything, even if they try to stop you simply because you’re almanbahis adresi black,” Antonio Romano said to his eighteen-year-old son Marcelao in June 2014, on the day he graduated at the top of his class from the prestigious San Rafael Academy, one of metropolitan Salvador’s top private schools. This was truly a milestone for the Romano family…

The sons of wealthy Brazilians had attended the century-old, all-male private Catholic school for ages, and several of Brazil’s national leaders were among its alumni. Antonio couldn’t be prouder of his son for graduating from the school that summarily denied him entrance, more than two decades ago. Perhaps times were really changing in Brazil…

At the age of eighteen, Marcelao Romano stood six feet two inches tall, with chocolate-hued skin, and slick, naturally curly black hair. A dedicated scholar, outstanding athlete and devout Christian. Truly a proud exemplar of Afro-Brazilian society, and, if his father Antonio Romano had any say about it, perhaps a legend in the making…

“I know, Papa, that’s why I want to study in Canada,” Marcelao said, and he looked at the tall, slender, dark-skinned, silver-haired man whom he loved so much. Father and son exchanged a hug, and then Marcelao sat his father down and walked him through the international student application process. Little did they know that Marcelao was about to begin a life-changing journey…

Antonio Romano wanted good things for his son, and he knew that although many young Afro-Brazilian men and women were attending the nation’s colleges and universities in pursuit of better lives, systemic discrimination was a massive hurdle for them. While black men and black women in Brazil were second-class citizens, Antonio noticed that the ones in North America were making progress.

A lifelong cynic, Antonio nevertheless noticed that halfway around the world, things were changing for the black race. A black woman named Michaelle Jean served as Governor-General of Canada, and Barack Obama became President of the United States of America. In spite of racism, blacks in North America were succeeding. Antonio realized that his son Marcelao’s best chances in life lay far from Brazil…

Fast forward a couple of years, and Marcelao Romano found himself living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, while studying business administration at Carleton University. Learning English came easily enough to the young scholar, and Marcelao had already learned French while at San Rafael Academy. The French he spoke was so different from the one his Haitian friends and his French Canadians spoke, but they nevertheless understood him, and he understood them. That’s what mattered, after all.

“Next time you feel like showing off, please don’t,” came a sassy feminine voice, almanbahis adres and Marcelao turned around to look at his favorite classmate. Veronica Armstrong, the six-foot-tall, caramel-hued, vivacious young woman with the thick Afro and lime-green eyes. The one who reminded him of both Jill Scott and Serena Williams. Ah, the lovely, feisty Veronica. She’d been on his case since August, when he met her at the campus bookstore. It was a day Marcelao would never forget…

After walking around the campus bookstore for ages, Marcelao finally found what he was looking for. Unfortunately, Veronica almost beat him to it. They were both reaching for the last copy of Introduction To African Studies, a three-hundred-dollar book. Marcelao desperately needed the book for his only humanities elective, so he and Veronica ended up renting it from the campus bookstore instead of buying it. And she’d been on him like white on rice ever since…

Veronica Armstrong, formerly of Massachusetts, is certainly a unique young lady. Born in the City of Boston to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white American mother, Veronica grew up in the intellectual capital of America, and after graduating from Boston Latin School, she began to feel the urge to see the rest of the world. With the encouragement of her parents, Veronica set her sets northward, as far as higher education was concerned. Thus, Veronica came to study accounting at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario.

“I do what I got to do,” Marcelao said in that deep voice of his, channelling his favorite black American actor, Wesley Snipes. Veronica smiled and rolled her eyes. Not for the first time, Marcelao noted how pretty Veronica was. Six feet tall, curvy and sexy, with an angelic face, a big beautiful ass, and unfortunately, a mouth that wouldn’t quit. The gal was sexy as hell, and damn well knew it. And that was part of the problem…

“You certainly do,” Veronica whispered in that sexy, husky voice of hers, and Marcelao smiled, for she certainly had an effect on him. As class ended and students began filing out, Veronica walked with Marcelao. Linking her arm with his, Veronica leaned into Marcelao and flicked her tongue into his ear. Marcelao was so surprised that he almost jumped out of his skin, causing Veronica to burst out laughing.

“Crazy woman,” Marcelao replied, pretending not to like what Veronica was doing. The lady was quite passionate. Indeed, Marcelao smiled privately as he recalled a particularly vigorous session of lovemaking he and Veronica had in the backroom of The Bourbon Room, one of Ottawa’s nicest night clubs. They’d gone there last weekend with their friends, and that’s when Veronica put the moves on Marcelao…

“Come with me, handsome,” Veronica whispered, as she led the then-surprised almanbahis adresi Marcelao away from the dance floor. They went to a secluded room at the back of the club, and there, she showed him what she was made of. Marcelao watched, mesmerized as Veronica took off her red evening gown and stood before him, stripped to her bra and panties. In the dimly lit room, she was a glorious sight.

“You’re beautiful,” Marcelao whispered as he went to her, and he and Veronica shared their first kiss. Hastily they undressed, and he marveled at her lovely, curvaceous body. Sitting her up on an antique table, Marcelao licked her tits and slid his hand between her thighs. Veronica grinned and spread her thighs wider. Marcelao’s fingers slid into her pussy, and she closed her eyes and moaned softly as he pleasured her.

“Make love to me, sexy,” Veronica said huskily, and Marcelao knelt before her then buried his face between her legs. The African-American Amazon arched her back and cried out as Marcelao’s tongue and fingers set her flesh ablaze. The Afro-Brazilian stud flicked his tongue over Veronica’s clitoris and fingered her pussy, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Soon, Veronica found herself tumbling toward ecstasy, and Marcelao had brought her there…

“Sounds like a plan,” Marcelao replied, and he watched as a moaning, writhing Veronica cried out his name, in the throes of a violent orgasm. Gathering her into his arms, Marcelao looked at her. Veronica threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. Looking down, she noticed his hardness, and tentatively reached out, to stroke his long, dark dick.

“Let me taste you,” Veronica said, and without waiting for Marcelao’s reply, she got up, pushed him against the wall and grabbed him by the balls…literally. Marcelao sighed happily as Veronica began stroking his dick, and then she fell to her knees and took him into her lovely mouth. Marcelao closed his eyes as Veronica pleasured him, and when he came, she surprised the hell out of him by swallowing his seed.

Afterwards, Veronica straddled Marcelao, and impaled herself on his hard dick. They made love passionately, with the urgency of first-time lovers. Marcelao had never been with anyone before, and Veronica was his guide into the realm of raw, primal sensuality. As Veronica’s pussy gripped his dick, Marcelao cried out her name, for he experienced sensations and treasures he’d only imagined before. When he came, exploding inside of her, Veronica squealed in delight, until Marcelao all but collapsed in her arms.

“Marcelao, quit daydreaming, we have an assignment to work on,” Veronica’s suddenly shrill voice said, snatching Marcelao out of his little trip down memory lane. He looked at her and smiled. They made their way down the steps, and headed for the Mac Odrum Library, which was only a couple hundred meters away. Early afternoon sunlight bathed the quad, and Marcelao shrugged as he looked at the hundreds of students coming and going in all directions. No place else he’d rather be…

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