"City Lights" Part 2 "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him a little tartly. "When a woman takes off her ring, it's not cause the gold is too heavy." He had a point. "Okay, so I did mean to," I admitted. My voice became soft. "And then I met you, Billy." Billy smiled that smile again. "I have to admit, I didn't know you worked here." "It was a surprise for me, as well," I smiled. "But a pleasant one," he grinned. "Right?" "Yes," I blushed. "Very much so." "Me too," he said. "Because I was kind of hoping we could continue that kiss." "Any time you want, baby," I said, my voice 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 reach for my lipstick and mirror. Slowly, for his benefit, I unfurled the tube of lipstick and applied a few strokes and touches to glisten my lips and make them kissable. Then I put it away. I put my hand in his and slowly stood up. I stood up and 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, I swear! 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... And then I couldn't take it anymore! I went over to my desk, sat on it and spread my legs for Billy Francis. But he came over to me, took my face in his hands, and kissed me again, the kiss of a patient man, almost tasting me, using his tongue. I nearly melted as he unbuttoned my blouse while he kissed my earlobes, then down my neck, my shoulder, and down on my heaving breasts. I felt him move the material of my bra to one side and flick his tongue over my nipple. My pussy was aching, throbbing! I could feel the wetness running down my legs! "Oh, baby, please fuck me!" I pleaded with him, sultrily. He looked up at me and groaned. "Don't have any condoms, Maxine." "I don't care," I said clearly and explicitly, in a low voice, breathing heavily. "I want you to fuck me right now!" I practically ripped off his blazer and threw it on the floor. Billy put his hands around my waist, unzipped my skirt and pushed it up around my waist. Then he pulled me to the edge of my desk and moved in between my legs. I felt the head of his dick press against my pussy lips. I dug my nails frantically in his shoulders. "Oh god Billy put it in!" And then he did. All of him went inside me, stretching my pussy. My back arched, my eyes nearly rolled inside my head as his beautiful 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. ohhhooohhhoooohhoooohoooohhhhhooohhhhooo ...hhh....hhh....ohmygod....hh...ohhhh god...oohhhh godddd... 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," I whispered. "Yeah," he agreed. "More like whoa." I laughed. We held each other for a little while longer and then he let me hop off my desk. I rearranged my clothes and turned around to face my desk. "Looks like the computer's working again," I observed. I moved the mouse around. "Thanks," I smiled, blushing heavily. Billy swallowed. "These Windows-based PC's suck. Got a Mac myself." "Yeah," I agreed. "Not the best system in the world." "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," he grinned. "So, what are you waiting for?" "For someone to pinch me and end this dream," I said softly. 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." "Maybe," I nodded. I took a deep breath, tried not to cry. "This is all a little too much right now, Billy," I said. "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 a little. "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?" "Maxine, Mr. Baker needs you in his office right away." I swallowed. "Thank you, Tina. I'll be right there." I saved what work I had done, then walked over to Leo's office. He was standing next to his own secretary's desk. "Leo, you wanted to see me?" Leo saw me and actually smiled. "Yes, Maxine. I understand you have some training in aerobics, is that correct?" I nodded. "Yes, I'm certified as an instructor. Why?" "We're opening a wellness center for the firm, and we need people with the right credentials. I realize I just made you partner, but..." "I'll take it," I smiled. "Just say when." Antoine was gonna have a fit. Oh well. "How about next Tuesday?" I nodded. "I'll be there." He shook my hand. "Thank you. And congratulations." "Thank you," I smiled back. * * * * * 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 job, which, technically speaking, was a demotion, but to me, was exactly what I'd wanted anyway. 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," I replied. 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 about shoulder length, and permed, too. Two hours later I was in the nails salon with my new hairdo getting a manicure. Henry sure did a good job. I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror. So 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! * * * * * So I changed back into my orange top, blue jeans and white sneakers, left the spa and drove to the coffee shop. 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. See? "Antoine, don't be silly," I said. "Maybe I just wanted to change my look." "Maybe," he conceded. "Next thing you'll be telling me is that you got a job as an aerobics instructor." I nearly spit out my hot cocoa. Instead I said, "Funny you should mention that." "You walked away from a partnership?" he said incredulously. "Maxine, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing," I stated. "I just felt it was time for a change." "Sure as hell is," he said, putting down his coffee cup. "I think we should see other people. I don't know you anymore, Maxine." I pretended to be upset. "But, Antoine, after all we've been through together?" I asked him tearfully. "When you've realized what's important, we can talk about getting back together," he said, standing up. "Okay," I sniffled. I handed him all the jewelry he bought me. "I suppose you should take these back." "I suppose I should," he agreed. And walked out of my life. 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. 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," I said shyly. "Hi, yourself," he said easily. "Didn't know you came here." "All the time," I nodded. "You too?" "Me too," he nodded. "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," he grinned. "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. "There," he said, and went back to defrosting some sauce. "Would you like a glass of wine while you wait?" "Yes, please," I smiled. He quickly got a bottle of rosee wine out and poured me a glass. "Hope that's okay, Maxine." "Okay?" I repeated. "This is great!" "So," he smiled as I watched him boil some pasta. "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, grinned, and shook his head. I swirled the wine around in my glass. "Billy, I have to admit, I've never had sex in my office, with a man I've just met..." Billy blushed as red as the sauce he was heating up. "Well, I can honestly say, neither have I," he grinned. "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 asked him softly. "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 unbuttoning the single button. 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 sneakers 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 jeans, 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 anywhere to hold on, 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. Ohhhhhh goooddddd.... ohhhhoooohhhhhohhhhhooo... oohhhhhhoooohhhhhhhoooo... oooohhhhoooohhhhoooo .... ohhh god... ooohhhh god .. Finally I just screamed, "OH, BABYYY," at the top of an orgasm. 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," I giggled. "No problem," he said, gulping 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 said softly. 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?" I asked. "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," he reminded me. "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 went out the door.