A lot like a woman does, the city loses her ordinariness at night, and slips on her lights like a pretty evening dress.

I love to put on my city lights.

I slipped on a long red sequined halter dress with a high slit. Stepped into red leather high heeled sandals. Sprayed a few puffs of perfume on my neck, felt the wet spots turn warm. Felt the silky caress of red diamond-shine lip gloss as I applied it, bringing out my full pouty lips. A pair of diamond-stud earrings completed my look.

My red dress went perfectly with my smooth milk chocolate-brown skin. It clung to my slinky, curvy build, and brought out my long lines. My blue eye shadow brought out my deep black eyes. My nails, disappointingly short, I left unpolished. My long straight black hair, which went down almost to the small of my back, I wore down and natural.

I was all glittery and sparkly. Like the city. City lights glowed and sparkled all around me as I drove to the club. Green lights. Red lights. White lights. Even blue lights. The city lights glistened and sparkled, lending a romanticism to the city.

My long slim fingers felt burdened tonight by my rings, by all the jewelry Antoine felt the need to buy for me. I suppose he thinks that with a recent promotion in the firm where I work, I suddenly don't need him any more. Maybe I don't. What a stupid man he can be sometimes -- insecure, too.

I took them all off when I got in my car, except for a gold watch that I bought, and a dainty gold ankelet on my right ankle.

My girl friend Dawn and I met for dinner and drinks at the Blue Parrot, which sits at the apex of where two streets meet, like a triangle. Even the lighting in the club was a pattern of sparkles on deep black night, with candles on the tables.

We both got all dressed up for our dinner tonight. Dawn wore a long slinky black beaded slip dress, and matching heels, that went well with her pale brown skin and curly brown hair. It was a girls night out for both of us. No significant male others were with us. In Dawn's case, her man was babysitting her two kids.

We sat in splendour, laughing quietly at all the guys staring at us and practically drooling all over themselves. Not openly, though. It doesn't do to laugh out loud at brothers, and others, who show their appreciation for two beautiful sisters. Men's egos are as delicate as egg shells, I swear.

But there was these guys at the bar, obviously out on the town together, just like us girls. And one of those guys kept looking at me. I could see the longing in his face, no, something more than longing...

He was about medium height, with short scruffy blond hair, sparkly hazel eyes, with a look about him that just made me want to spread my legs and invite him over to find out what's in between. He wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and wire-framed glasses with small rectangular lenses. And he was white.

What would my boyfriend say? No, I already know what he'd say!

I deliberately shifted away and recrossed my legs. Shifted away from his eyes.

Dawn and I gave each other little looks and giggled through our hands.

We ate, drank, toasted, laughed. Had a good time.

Then the waiter put the bill on our table. I just knew we had racked up close to, if not over, a hundred dollars on the bill -- for dinner, dessert, and a bottle of good, expensive wine. But I wasn't worried. Dawn said dinner was on her and she would take care of it. So I didn't bring anything with me but some petty cash. Just out of curiousity, I picked up the fancy leather folder, opened it, and glanced at our bill. It was just over ninety dollars. Not bad.

Then I noticed Dawn was rummaging through her purse, like she'd forgotten something.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot my credit cards."

"You're kidding." I let my face fall in my hands. I should have worried. I looked at Dawn again. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"Don't you have yours?"

"No. Because you said it was your treat."

"Shit."

I wanted to sink through the floor. A big red stop light was blinking on our ladies' night. I visualized myself doing dishes late into the night, wearing a little white apron over my fancy red dress, until our men rescued us.

All of a sudden the guy from the bar came over to our table, took out his wallet, and put a hundred dollar bill on our little leather folder.

We looked at each other, then I said, politely, "Thank you, but--"

Dawn stopped me. "What she means, is that we really appreciate you helping us." She looked at me. "Right?"

I swallowed my first reaction. I smiled instead. "Right."

There was a moment of awkward silence. The guy said, "Well. I hope you lovely ladies have a good night."

We chorused, "Thank you."

The guy grinned, then stuck his hands in his pockets and ambled back to the bar. But my pussy still felt all tingly, especially as I watched him stride his way back to his buddies at the bar. After he left, I looked at Dawn. "You sure are one lucky lady tonight."

Dawn had her face in her hands, totally embarrassed. But she had the nerve to look at me and say, "Not lucky. Just fortunate." Then she stood up. "I would say let's stay late and see the band. But I should check on the kids."

I also stood. I was very relieved. "Yeah. I have to leave soon, too. It's getting a little late."

Dawn smiled, then she gave me a short hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Good night. We'll have to do this again sometime." Then she left. I sat back down at the table, and slowly drank the rest of my wine, as I finished my dessert.

The waiter came over and picked up the check, with the hundred dollar bill. "Will there be anything else tonight, miss?"

"No, thank you." We'd had dinner, and dessert, and wine. What else could I want, besides that man at the bar? I gestured to the check. "Keep the change."

The waiter brightened up. "Have a good evening, miss."

I smiled at him. "Thank you." I finished my dessert, and drained my wine glass in one swallow. Then I went to the bathroom. I went into the stall, hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties, and noticed how the slit of my neatly groomed pussy was glistening. I could feel the heat emanating from it.

I was embarrassed and amazed. My boyfriend never made me this horny! And we made ourselves wait a few weeks before sex. Actually, I'd made my boyfriend wait a few weeks.

But now, this gorgeous man that paid the dinner tab, made me wet -- and I didn't even know his name!

I did my business, then collected myself as best I could. I placed both hands firmly on the edge, eyes closed, and repeated to myself, "I'm in a relationship."

"I'm in a relationship."

When a sister asked me if I was okay, I put on a perky smile and said, "Yes, thank you. I'm fine." I started to put on fresh lipstick and lip gloss. But that only made me wish that man was standing in the doorway to watch me.

Stop it, Yvette! I told myself. Like that would do any good.

By the time I put the tube of lipstick back in my purse, I was as wet and ready as I've ever been in my life.

And then, as I left the ladies' room to make a bee-line to the valet, he approached me. I nearly fainted as he came up and said, "Hope I didn't embarrass you back there."

"No." I smiled at him, ran my fingers through my hair. "My friend did. We were very lucky you came along."

The guy grinned. God, he had such a sexy grin. "I kind of got the feeling someone wasn't prepared for the night. This place gets a little expensive."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't I know it! But the embarrassing part was that my friend said dinner was on her, and then she goes and forgets her credit card."

My new friend rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad I came along at the right time."

I laughed. "Did you ever!"

He looked at me shyly. "What's your name?"

I smiled at him. "I suppose you deserve that much. My name is Yvette." And I put my hand out to him, palm down.

He took my hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed it. "I'm Billy."

When he kissed my hand, every part of me tingled. I barely kept a moan from escaping my glossy lips. "Nice to meet you, Billy." But then I saw the time on my watch, and saw that it was very late, indeed. "I'm sorry, Billy. I need to be going. It's late, and I have to go to work in the morning."

He looked more than a little disappointed. I knew just how he felt.

He said, "Can I walk you to the door, at least?"

That's when I smiled a real smile. "Yes. That would be nice." I took his hand in mine and began walking with him towards the door, and outside into the night. I gave the valet guy my claim ticket. I turned back to Billy. "Thanks for waiting with me."

Billy said, "No problem. Hope the valet guy takes a while."

I laughed. "Oh, do you?"

Billy grinned a shy, nervous grin. "I was kind of hoping I might get to kiss you good night."

"I think we can arrange that. But why?"

Billy faltered a little at that. He slowly said, "Well, because you're a beautiful woman. And I've had my eye on you ever since you walked in the door."

"Really?" God, this white boy was so damn romantic.

"Really. From the second I saw you."

I smiled a very serene smile. I quickly dug out my mirror to check my lipstick. A girl has to look good. And then I reached out my arms to him.

"Don't just stand there. Come here."

He stepped into my space, I put my arms around his neck and started to kiss him, soft and light. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it felt so right. Kissing this man in my arms made more sense than anyting I've ever done.

Finally we finished our kiss and he just held me, rubbing my bare back with his hands, my head on his shoulder. Right then the valet guy pulled up in my car, got out and held the door open for me. I pulled back a little from Billy. "Well, baby. Thanks again for rescuing us."

"No problem. Thanks for the kiss. It was awesome."

I winked at him. "Oh, no, baby. Thank you." I blew him another kiss over the top of my car, then got in, giving the valet guy a tip. I put the car in gear and drove away.

I saw Billy in the mirror, standing there.

I drove away from the club, feeling my wet pussy soak right through my lacy thong panties.

God, the more I thought about that gorgeous man, the wetter I became. His shoulders were so firm, so broad, his arms so strong, his hands so sure. His lips were so soft.

I stopped at a convenience store so I could get milk and a soda -- and take off my soaked panties. Pretending to be cool as a cucumber, I went into the little store and bought a carton of milk and a soda. I'd had some wine with dinner, but on a full stomach. Then I walked back out to my car. Oh so casually.

Checking to make sure nobody was looking, I reached under my dress and quickly tugged my panties down my smooth chocolate legs, then I finally stepped out of them, and climbed back into my car. I flung my little back-pack purse on the other seat, and my glass dildo rolled out and rested against the milk carton. I took a long pull off the cup of soda, and licked my lips, tasting my passion along with the soda.

I couldn't take it any longer. I had to scratch this itch. I reached over for the dildo.

I sucked on the dildo hungrily, easily imagining the artificial cock was Billy's. The glass was soon marred by a ring of red lip gloss. Then I spread my legs and slipped the dildo in my wet pussy. The whole thing slipped inside like a whisper. I mean the whole thing. God, I was wet.

Now, usually I can masturbate for a good half an hour before I make myself come, moving the dildo slowly to tease myself. But I was so intoxicated with lust over this white man that I fucked myself silly and came in minutes.

I licked and sucked all my juices off the dildo, then put it back in my purse. As I did so, I saw all the rings in the bottom of my purse. I reluctantly slipped them back on. My boyfriend Antoine was waiting for me at my home. In the driveway.

He was scowling, like he was my daddy, and I had stayed up past my curfew. I know. My bad.

I pulled up into the driveway and got out. My wet pussy dried up like a lake that hasn't seen any rain in ages.

"You're late. Where have you been?"

I kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad to see you, too." I ignored his question. None of his damn business that I was masturbating in my car because I had been kissing another man.

Antoine was tall, dark, and handsome, not quite as dark as me, but his skin was still a smooth dark ebony. He liked to keep his hair short-short, and he also liked to keep a goatee. I hated the damn thing cause it tickled me. But that man looked smooth.

Unfortunately, his smooth exterior hid a rough interior. He was suspicious, easily jealous, and a little possessive. Inside his grown up adult exterior, he sometimes behaved like a college fraternity pledge. And he was 37. I was only 33. We've been together about four years. We've been seeing each other exclusively. I think. At least, I've been seeing him exclusively.

"Okay, okay." He said, raised his hands palms-out to me. He turned his hands so he was holding them out to me. "I'm sorry. I was worried about you."

I walked right past him. I hated it when he acted like this.

"What's the matter with you tonight?"

I stopped and gave him my best turning smile. "I need to turn in. Like you just said, it is kind of late. Good night, boo." I blew him a kiss. Then I went inside, and locked the door behind me. I didn't care whether he followed me or not, or tried to follow me.

I changed into a sky blue satin camisole, took off my makeup, and climbed in bed. I could feel my tears wet my pillow when I realized I would probably never see Billy again.

Then thoughts of Billy made me wet all over again. I quickly went to the night stand and yanked open the drawer.

* * * * *

The next day, I was at work. In my office. Daydreaming. Not about my boyfriend, but about Billy.

Like the song said, the very thought of him made me want to get undressed. Lord knows I dreamed about him last night. A lot.

I looked out the window of the office building. My office was large and roomy, thanks to my recently acquired upper management status. As I came in, my desk was directly ahead. Behind my desk and all along the wall were floor to ceiling smoked glass windows. To the left was a book case, and to my right was a black leather couch with a coffee table.

The view, as good as it was, only made me wonder where in the city Billy was. Baby, I had it bad. My boyfriend couldn't hold a candle to that man.

Tell me again, why was I seeing Antoine?

The reason I was daydreaming, instead of working, was because the work I was supposed to be doing, was on my computer on my desk -- which was, at this moment, totally frozen. DOA, not A-OK. I could have used my laptop to do the work, but I would much rather sit here and daydream about Billy.

Today, my outfit was much more conservative, this being for work -- a sleevless black turtleneck sweater dress, and knee high black leather boots with 4 inch stiletto heels, my hair pinned up in a very proper bun. Only I knew that I was wearing a bra, but no panties. I had slipped off my panties on the way to work, put them in my purse, thought about Billy at every red light, and felt my pussy glow like a neon sign.

My thoughts of Billy started getting intense. I abandoned both my desk and my work, grabbed my purse, and went to sit on the couch for a few minutes.

I looked at my watch. I gathered up my purse and left my office. I passed my secretary's desk on the way out, where Tera Lee sat, a wireless headset on. Tera was a petite little Asian woman, who looked cute as a button, no matter what she wore or what she looked like. Today, she was dressed in a fashion similar to what I was wearing -- a grey sleeveless turtleneck sweater, black skirt and black stiletto heels.

"Tera, sweetie, I'm going to have lunch. If anybody calls for me, take a message. And would you please call tech support for my stupid computer again?"

"You mean it locked up again?"

I sighed. "Yes, again. So could you please call tech support for me?"

"Yes, Miss James."

"Thank you, Tera."

I took the sky-way across to the lunch room. I checked my makeup before I went in. My lipstick was still red, but a proper matte color, and I wore mascara and eyeliner but no eye shadow. I click-clicked my way down the hall and finally into the cafeteria.

I got a tray and went down the line, having the spaghetti today. I took a seat with some of the other female managers and we started girl-bonding. It was about half-way through my lunch that I noticed the CEO of our firm, Leo Baker, was making his rounds, introducing some guy. Leo was, of course, wearing a three-piece gray suit, but the other guy was only wearing khakis, a white shirt, black shoes, and a navy blazer. He carried a cell-phone clipped to his pocket.

Leo came over to our table. "Ladies. Sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I want to introduce Billy Francis. He's the representative for a new client."

Billy shook each ladies' hand in turn. When he came to me, I smiled at him like the was the best thing to happen since sliced bread. "And this is Yvette James, one of our partners."

Billy extended his hand to me and I took it. "Hello, baby," I said warmly. "Welcome to the company." Through the corner of my eye, I saw the women mouth 'baby' to each other.

Billy smiled a charming smile back at me. "Thank you." He reached into his wallet and gave cards to everyone, including me. "If anyone has any questions, that's my office extension and cell phone number."

"I have a question," I said. "When do we get free passes?"

All the other ladies echoed my question.

Billy chuckled. "Not to worry, ladies. My boss gave me free day passes for everyone."

"That's very generous of you."

"I'm glad y'all approve."

My already wet pussy started to dribble. "Aren't you going to join us for lunch?"

Billy smiled slightly. "I've already had lunch, thank you. I was just about to have some dessert."

Oh, lord. I had to consciously keep myself from spreading my legs instead of crossing them. Slowly and studiously, I crossed my legs tightly.

Oh, if he wanted dessert, he was more than welcome to some of the chocolate cream pie between my legs.

*******

I was back in my office, chastising myself for making such a public fool of myself, when the intercom buzzed. "Yes, Tera?" I was sitting on the couch, with my laptop on the coffee table.

"The guy from the day spa is here to see you about your day pass."

"Great, I'll be right there in a minute, can you please have him take a seat?"

"Sure, Miss James."

I found my purse, and dug out my red lip gloss. Yes, I know, I'm supposed to be Miss Conservative Business Woman. But right now, I want to be Sexy Business Woman.

I finished with my lip gloss, then lifted the phone again. "Tera?"

"Yes, Miss James?"

"Please tell Billy to come in."

"Yes, Miss James."

One minute later, Tera opened the door. "Miss James will see you, Mr. Francis. Won't you come in?"

Billy came in. "Thank you. Enjoy your day pass."

Tera smiled at him. Then she looked between the two of us. "Will either of you be wanting anything to drink? Mr. Francis?"

Billy shook his head. "It's Billy. And no, thank you, Tera."

Tera withdrew, and closed the door quietly.

I met Billy's eyes as he stood there.

I collected myself with a deep breath. "Billy. Please have a seat."

Billy came over and sat down next to me. "Hello, Yvette. You look nice."

I blushed. "Thank you, Billy."

"I got your day pass."

I took it excitedly. "Great! Now I can get my nails fixed."

Billy smiled back. "Your nails, hair, anything you want. We're a full-service day-spa."

"What other stuff you guys have there?"

Billy handed me a brochure. "All kinds of amenities. Aerobics, Tai Chi, yoga. Swedish massage. Even got a swimming pool."
"I sure could use a massage."

"Really? We can hook you up."

"Good. This job isn't all fun and games."

Billy nodded. "I know about that. A day at our spa will make all that pressure totally go away."

"Great!" I smiled back. My smile turned into a little frown. "My computer, on the other hand..."

"What's the problem with your computer?"

I gestured to my desk, and to the computer there. "Look, it's completely frozen."

"How long has it been like that?"

I glanced at my watch. "About an hour."

"Did you try re-booting?"

"Actually, no." I smiled, sheepishly.

Billy said, "Long way from the Blue Parrot, aren't we?"

I blushed. "Yes," I said softly. "We are."

"I have to admit, I didn't know you worked here. Seeing you here was a bit of a surprise."

"It was a surprise for me, as well."

"But a pleasant one. Right?"

"Yes." I blushed. "Very much so."

"Me too. Because I was kind of hoping we could continue that kiss."

"Any time you want, baby." My voice was soft, caressing the words. And then he reached his hand out to me. My rational mind was screaming at me to hold up. But another part of me, the stronger part, made me put my hand in his.

I let him pull me into a comfortable embrace, slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me so close my breasts were touching his chest. I lightly placed my hands on his shoulders. We paused, looking into each other's eyes. And then we kissed.

The feeling went straight to my toes! Billy held me and kissed me and caressed me and drove me insane.

We had been kissing for the entire afternoon it seemed, when I felt something pressing against my hips. It was his erection. A good, strong one.

I didn't think twice. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting his cock pop out. I stroked him up and down... up and down... My god, it looked so beautiful, especially in my hands. I couldn't wait to see what it looked like in my pussy.

Then I got down on my knees before him, spread his legs, and started sucking on his cock. Oh my god, I couldn't believe how good white cock tasted! I went to town, and gave him a loud wet blowjob.

And then, I couldn't believe it, when Billy gently stopped me. I let his cock pop out of my mouth. "What it is, baby? Is something wrong?"

He shook his head. "No. But I do believe I should return the favor."

I smiled, and nearly melted. I sat on the couch, and spread my legs for Billy Francis. But he came over to me, took my face in his hands, and kissed me instead, the kiss of a patient man, almost tasting me, using his tongue.

I nearly melted as he kissed my earlobes, then my neck. I felt him caressing my arms.

I moaned out the words. "Oh god, baby."

"Been a while?"

"Since a man has taken care of me like this, yes."

"Glad to take care of you." His lips caressed my neck, as he put his hands on my breasts through my dress. That did it. I love having that done to me.

And then, he did the ultimate -- he slid his hand under my dress. His hand slowly slid up my creamy smooth thigh, and found my pussy. "You're not wearing panties."

I gave him a look of lust. "That's right, baby. Just thinking about you gets me all hot and bothered."

"Been thinking about me all day?"

My lustful expression deepened. "What do you think?"

His fingers found my clit, and gently rubbed it. "I think it's time for a real man to take care of you."

My pussy was aching, throbbing! I pleaded with him, sultrily, "Oh, baby, please fuck me!"

He looked in my eyes, and groaned. "Don't have any condoms, Yvette."

"I don't care." I spoke clearly and explicitly, in a low voice, breathing heavily. "I want you to fuck me with your beautiful white cock right now!" I practically ripped off his blazer and threw it on the floor.

Billy put his hands around my waist, and pushed my dress up. I spread my legs for him willingly. Then he pulled me to the edge of my couch and moved in between my legs.

I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy opening.

I dug my nails frantically in his shoulders. "Oh god, Billy, put it in!"

And then he did. All of him went inside me.

My back arched, my eyes nearly rolled inside my head as his white cock slipped all the way inside me.

After a slight bit of adjustment, he began to move, slowly, teasing me. But I knew, the way he looked at me, that this was the best pussy he's ever had.

I tried not to make a lot of noise, but his smooth easy fucking had me thanking God for this wonderful private office with sound-proofed walls.

I also tried not to hurt him with my nails, but with each stroke I gasped and dug them in to hold on to him.

It didn't take very long for me to reach that special place that women long for -- orgasm.

I dug my nails in this sexy white man's shoulders as I felt the waves come. UHHMMMMMMM...

I finally floated back down to Earth. I was in my office again, with this man between my legs, holding me, kissing me. Rubbing my back. "Wow."

"Yeah," he agreed. "More like whoa."

I laughed. We held each other for a little while longer, and then he let me hop off the couch. I rearranged my clothes and turned around to face him.

"I wish you didn't have a boyfriend," Billy said suddenly.

"Me too," I said softly. "Then you could be my boyfriend." And so much more.

"Yeah. So, what are you waiting for?"

"For someone to pinch me and end this dream."

Billy squeezed my arm. "See? No dream," he said quietly.

Trembling, I hugged him as tight as I could. "I know," I whispered. "Baby, you're turning me inside out, did you know?"

Billy nodded. "Maybe you needed to be turned inside out."

"I know I needed it." I took a deep breath, tried not to cry. "This is all a little too much right now, Billy. I'm sure you understand."

He nodded, unhappily. "Yeah. Sure. Let me know how your free visit goes." Then he picked up his blazer off the floor where it had landed and put it back on again. He combed his hair and wiped my lipstick off his face. Then he started for the door.

I stopped him with a touch. "This has never happened to me before, Billy. I'm so incredibly happy right now. But I still need time to sort it all out."

Billy smiled. "Right. But I'll tell you something. Don't sort too long." And then he walked out of my office.

I recognized the wisdom of his words as I looked at the day-pass. Unfortunately I didn't have time to ponder them. My phone buzzed again. I picked it up. "Yes?"

"Miss James, Mr. Baker needs you in his office right away."

I swallowed. "Thank you, Tera. I'll be right there. And call tech support, I know they haven't shown up."

"Yes, Miss James."

I saved what work I had done on my laptop, then walked over to Leo's office. I was trembling down to the heels of my boots. I was so afraid that I was about to be fired for the shit I had just pulled. He was standing next to his own secretary's desk. "Leo, you wanted to see me?"

Leo saw me and actually smiled. "Yes, Yvette. I just wanted to tell you myself, what a wonderful job you've been doing so far."

I smiled. "Why, thank you, Mr. Baker. I appreciate that."

Leo smiled slightly wider. "And I'm also bumping up your salary."

All the breath wooshed out of me. "Thank you!"

"Congratulations, Yvette. And once again, great job."

I left his office, in a day dream. A raise!

* * * * *

I first met Billy on Thursday night. We had sex Friday afternoon in my office.

I still can't believe I pulled that shit! But damn, it was good.

I had Billy's card burning a hole in my purse still as I pulled into the parking lot of the day-spa. I also had a plan burning a hole in the back of my mind -- to completely change my look. I mean, every so often a girl has to try something new, right?

But you see, Antoine is one of the most conservative men I've ever met. He thinks salons are a waste of time, even though he goes to have his damn goatee trimmed once a week. To make a long story short, he's probably gonna freak when I come to the coffee shop later, sporting a brand-new hairdo and long nails, not to mention a brand-new raise, thank you very much.

So I strode inside to the reception desk and showed them the free pass. The girl asked me, "What are you interested in trying today, ma'am?"

"I want my hair and nails done."

Shazam -- just like that -- I was in a spanking white terrycloth bathrobe, and in the tender loving care of a dude named Henry. I told him I wanted my hair cut to just past shoulder length, and permed, too. Two hours later I was in the nails salon with my new hairdo getting a manicure. I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror. The girl asked me how I wanted my nails. I told her long. Well, she sure delivered. My new nails were a full inch long, polished a natural color to match my skin tone. Damn, not even my mother will recognize me like this!

* * * * *

Loaded down with information about their additional services, I changed back into my orange velour hooded top, matching pants, and flip flops, left the spa and drove to the coffee shop to meet Antoine.

I went in just in time to see Antoine's eyes go wide as saucers.

Antoine stood up and I gave him a quick hug. "What?" I laughed. "Don't you like my new look?"

"You're seeing someone," he said.

"Antoine, don't be silly," I said. "Maybe I just got a raise at work. Maybe I just wanted to celebrate and change my look."

"Maybe," he conceded. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

Antoine said, "So, you got a raise, huh?"

I said, "Antoine, just because I got a raise, doesn't make you any less of a man."

Antoine looked at me like I had just said the sky was green. "You know I'm proud of you."

"Actually, no, I don't know that. Everytime I mention work, it seems like you disapprove."

"That's because I should be taking care of you, Yvette."

I'm sorry, but I actually laughed. "Baby, let me fill you in on something. I've supported myself almost every day of my life, starting when I was twenty, in college. You honestly expect me to just stop working?"

Antoine's face went slack. "Yvette, that's what a woman does. Let a man take of her."

I laughed again. "Baby, we're not even married. And in certain areas of your manly responsibilites, you have not been taking care of me. So I don't really consider myself beholden to you."

"Yvette, I'm sorry, but I think we should start seeing other people."

"Antoine --"

"Yvette, my mind is made up. We are obviously not compatible."

I snorted. "And you discovered this, when?"

"So I think it would be best if we didn't see each other any more."

I pretended to be shocked. Got all emotional. But I gave him the jewelry he bought for me -- which I had been carrying in my purse -- without a word.

Then Antoine left. I covered my mouth with one hand, so nobody could see me laughing. That was entirely too easy. After I finished my hot cocoa I went into the book stacks, savoring my new-found freedom.

In case nobody ever told you, I can spend hours in a book store and not even realize it. I didn't even realize it was night until I looked out the nearest window. I put the book down and turned--

--And nearly bumped into Billy! He was dressed casually, in a black t-shirt and black drawstring pants with white stripes down the side, sandals with white socks.

"Hi, baby."

"Hi, yourself. Didn't know you came here."

"All the time. You too?"

"Me too. Whenever I can."

"I can spend hours in here." I smiled. "Like I just did."

"You'll pardon me for not recognizing you at first. You look different. But beautiful."

My heart nearly melted. "Do you like my new look? Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. Love it, in fact. Very flattering on you."

I laughed, tilting my head to one side. "Thank you, sweetie."

Billy looked at his watch. "I realize this might be too forward, but would you like to have dinner with me at my place? It is getting a little late."

I laughed and blushed. "Nothing is too forward, Billy. Can I follow you to your place, though?"

He nodded. "Sure."

* * * * *

About fifteen or twenty minutes later, I was in Billy's apartment.

It was a colonial style bulding, built of solid red bricks outside. Inside, his apartment was cozy, mahogany wood paneling and cabinets, and hardwood floors. Directly ahead of me as I came in, was a smallish kitchen. To my left was a couch and coffee table facing a low-end entertainment center.

To my right, down the hall, was the -- gulp -- bedroom, and a bathroom.

Billy came out of the bathroom, no shoes but still wearing socks. "Have a seat, make yourself at home. I'm gonna start dinner."

The kitchen was small but had a bar where I could sit at and watch Billy. I did so and said, "Dinner sounds good," I smiled. "I'm hungry from all that book reading."

Billy laughed and nodded. Then he made himself busy. He went to the stainless steel fridge and took out a couple of little containers. "I hope you don't mind Italian."

I shook my head. "I love Italian food," I replied.

"Great," Billy smiled. "Oh, I forgot something." He put a CD on his little stereo, Tweet, and then turned on a small air scrubber. I got the feeling this was a routine with him. He went back to defrosting some sauce. "Would you like a glass of wine while you wait?"

"Yes, please."

He quickly got a bottle of rosee wine out and poured me a glass. "Hope that's okay, Yvette."

"Okay?" I repeated. "This is great!"

"So. Do I qualify for the boyfriend spot yet?"

I said, very softly, "It was yours all along."

Billy blushed. Suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello...dude, what's up...really, no shit?...dude, I can't talk long, I got company.."

I smiled at that respectful reference.

"Yeah, I got company...I'm not a freakin' hermit, dude...yeah, later...bye." He hung up, and shook his head.

I swirled the wine in my glass. "Billy, I have to admit, I've never had sex in my office before."

Billy blushed as red as the sauce he was heating up. "Well, I can honestly say, neither have I. I hope that makes me special."

I reached across, took his hand and squeezed it. "That makes you perfect, baby."

* * * * *

A little while later, as we were dancing to the music, I asked Billy, "Have you ever been with a black woman before?"

"No." He shook his head. "You're actually the first."

"How do you like it so far?"

"I don't invite that many women to my apartment," he said quietly. "But you're the first black woman to be in my apartment."

I kissed him. Once...again...and again...and again..over and over and over...

I only paused in my kisses long enough to help him out of his black t-shirt. I stared into his eyes as ran my nails over his sculpted torso, kissing him again...

Then I felt Billy's hands move up from around my waist to my breasts, gently cupping and squeezing through my orange top. Then I felt him unzipping the zipper. He was so smooth our kisses didn't stop even though his hands brushed my nipples and made them hard...

Topless, we made our way over to the couch, still kissing...

Giggling, I kicked off my flip flops and then straddled Billy on the couch. As he feasted on my chocolate nipples I reached down between his legs and scratched with my long nails. He was hard in an instant.

"Mmmm," I whispered. "What do we have here?"

"I'm sure you know what to do with it," Billy gasped.

"I'll bet I do," I whispered sexily. "Come on," I said. I took his hand and stood him up, then helped him out of his pants and boxers. His erect cock stood out like a flag pole. I got down on my knees before him and eagerly began sucking him.

This was what I had been waiting for -- Billy's cock in my mouth. But when Billy's hips began moving back and forth, that made me even hornier. When he exploded in my mouth, I sucked it all down. Then I stripped off my velour pants, peeled off my panties, and laid down on his couch. And I spread my legs for him.

Billy didn't need further prompting. He moved in between my legs, kissing up my inner thigh as he moved him. The slit of my pussy began oozing juices.

Billy's talented tounge was soon tasting me. Not only that, but taking me to new heights of desire! I had one hand on top of his head, pushing him closer, and another hand searching for anywhere to hold on to, screaming, "Oh, Billy!"

He made me come twice just with his tounge, but then I noticed he was hard again. I pushed him back on the couch and straddled him again, my pussy just over his hard cock. His hands held my waist and lowered me gently down.

Finally I just screamed, "OH, BABYYY."

Good thing his couch was velour, or I might have fallen off. But he held on to me so close, our bodies still touching.

"I apologize in advance if I was too loud."

"No problem." He gulped air. Finally our breathing calmed down, and I came back down to earth.

Finally I stood up. "I have to be going home, Billy." I began collecting my clothes and putting them back on.

As I put my shoes back on and found my purse, Billy reappeared with something in his hand. "What's this?"

"Something I was hoping to give you," he said. "Turn around." And he put something around my neck and clasped it. "Look."

He held a mirror up so I could see -- it was a diamond pendant on a silver chain! I said, diplomatically, "This is beautiful. But you should know, the last boyfriend I had liked to do this, too."

Billy nodded. "I doubt he gave you any of his mother's jewelry."

I exhaled. "You're not serious. I can't take this!"

"Sure you can," he said. "I'm giving it to you."

"Don't you think it's a little early to give me something like this?"

"We had sex the second day we met. I think we've blown away the relationship schedule."

I giggled and blushed. "I suppose we have. Good night, baby." I kissed him good night and left.