Birthday Girl

"While all those things are true – correction, might be true –, I don't see why you think I want to fuck you." I shifted from foot to foot, heat growing in my stomach. Shit. He was coming towards me.

"Well, let's just see what we can see then." He said, advancing on me, stopping only inches from my face. I looked up at him, his strong black body pressing against mine, his thick arms encircling my waist. He leaned over me, his lips closing in on mine. I closed my eyes, parted my lips, and waited for his mouth to touch. Instead of a kiss, I hear him whisper into my ear, "I have to get to work now, so I have to ask you to leave."

He released me and I practically fell onto the floor. Trey chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way back to the bar. What the hell just happened?

"Why did you do that?" I asked accusingly.

"Do what?"

"Pretend like you were going to kiss me? I should call your boss. I should have you fired!" I was getting angry now, but not at the fact that he was going to kiss me, but at the fact that hedidn't kiss me.

"Listen, Reagan," He started, "I was just trying to prove a point."

"And, what may I ask, was that point supposed to be?"

"That you really do want to fuck me. You wanted me to kiss you. Your body said it all. I just figured I would leave you wanting more. When you want more, come see me. I work every night but Wednesdays. I'm off that night."

"I don't know what you were thinking, but you were thinking wrong. I don't want to kiss you. Or fuck you. I think you should play these games with someone else." I gathered my purse and stared towards the door.

"You'll be back, Reagan." Trey said as I was walking away. "They always do. Next time thought, I won't be such a gentleman. You'll get what you know you want." I heard him laugh as I paused at the door and looked back at him. "I'll fuck you real good." With that last statement, I walked out the door and let it slam behind me.

I shakily got back into my car. I sat for a minute before starting the engine up. I drove home in silence, contemplating the meeting I had with Trey. Not only did he strait up offer to have sex with me – wait, ‘fuck' me –, he admitted that he had been with other white women. This made me curious to know why then, did he have a girlfriend and a lover. I laughed and said out loud, "Probably for the same reason my husband is fucking his secretary."

Sighing I pulled into the driveway and sat for a minute. I needed to get this out of my head. For the love of god, I was actually thinking about this. I was thinking about fucking Trey. I was frustrated, sexually and emotionally, and the meeting had just put me over the edge. What to do, what to do…

Shopping. Shopping was the cure all for me so I put the car in reverse and headed to the stores.

Hours later when I had returned home for real, I took my purchases up to my room and dumped the contents out on the bed. Shopping was a high. Often, I would shop and never remember what I bought. Today was no different. Except for the fact that I bought undergarments. Thongs, pushup bras, crotch less panties and corsets. In different colors, fabrics and styles. It dawned on me that I haven't worn this shit since I was on my honeymoon. Where in the hell had my mind been all day?

Sighing for the eighth time that day, I put away the underwear and changed for dinner. I walked downstairs to the kitchen where Miranda was cooking.

"Smells wonderful, Miranda." I said, taking a bottle of wine from the chiller and a glass from the cabinet.

"Yes, miss. Roasted duck, baby potatoes and some greens." She put down the spoon she was holding and went to the counter. "Three messages." She said and handed the stack of notes. I thumbed through the first two; one from Charles saying he was working late again (yeah, right) and one from my mother reminding me of the charity auction on Saturday. The third was a number I didn't recognize.

"Miranda, who was the last message from?"

"A young man, miss. Said you had business with him today, and he called to say thank you for your time. He said he is looking forward to your next meeting." She pointed at the paper. "That's the number he left."

Furious, I stormed from the kitchen and retreated into the library. I picked up the phone and dialed the number that was written. It rang once, twice, three times when an answering machine picked up.

"Yo, this is Trey. I'm busy at the moment, most likely working or entertaining a female. Leave a message and I'll hit you back when I get a minute. Peace." BEEP.

"How dare you call my house!" I practically yelled into the phone. "Our business is done. I appreciate your interest, but, I need to say it again, that I am married and have no interest in you. So," I paused. "So that's it. Nothing else. And how the hell did you get my number, anyway? Never mind, goodbye." I hung up the phone.

Then I immediately picked it back up and called him back. When the BEEP came on again, I said, "Listen, I am sorry for being rude. You just have me so goddamn unnerved. I appreciate the attention, but we must leave this alone. Okay, bye." I hung up the phone again. Shit. I dialed the number again. It rang once and surprisingly Trey picked up on the second ring.

"Damn girl, I think you are borderlining on stalking." He said jokingly.

"Shit. I was going to leave another message. I didn't think you were going to answer."

"I screen my calls." I heard some glasses clink. "What can I do for you, Reagan?"

"I um, was calling back to say thank you. For keeping my credit card safe last night."

"Uh-huh."

"And, uh, to remind you not to call my house again."

"Will do. Anything else?"

"Umm…"

"Well?" Trey asked. "You must have wanted to talk to me for some reason."

"Nothing. It's just that, well I thought we could be friends."

"Of course. Why not?" Trey laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"No reason. But most women have an issue being ‘friends' with me."

"I assure you, Trey, that I have no problem keeping distance."

"Whatever. Look, if you don't need something, I need to open the club soon, so…"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Well, have a good one then. And I, uh, I guess I will talk to you later then."

"All right, Reagan." I was about to hang up when he added, "What are you doing this evening?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. I get out of here around 11 tonight, they have a new guy that needs some hours, but I was thinking we could visit a competing bar, have a few drinks, dance a little." He paused and I swore I heard him smirk. "As friends, of course."

I thought for a moment and bit my lip. Shit! What do I do? I mean, Charles was "working" late and wouldn't be home for hours, not to mention he won't really even notice that I've gone out. And what are a few drinks between friends, right? Shit.

"You there, baby girl?" Trey called from the receiver.

"Uh, yeah. I'm here." I made up my mind. "What the hell, might as well."

"Cool, I'll meet you in the WAVE parking lot, say, 11:30. I'll drive to the other club. See ya." He hung up.

I stared at the phone. How rude was that? I for one was not going to get into the car with one Mr. Trey whatever his last name is. I was going to drive my own car. And I was not going to dance with him. Hell no. I bit my lip again. What was I going to wear?

At 11:30 sharp, I was sitting in my Mercedes, tapping my thumb on the steering wheel. Damn this felt familiar. I had decided to wear black again, this time a knee length skirt, a black drop neck shirt and black boots. At least if I need to, I could run or kick him in the nuts. I was also wearing my new black thong and bra. I reminded myself that it was not because I was meeting Trey, but because they were new and I needed to wear them at some point. See, I was good at the rationalization thing.

At 11:35 I saw Trey come out of the metal side door. He looked even better than he did earlier in the day. He was wearing tight fitting faded jeans, a black t-shirt that said STAFF across the back and black boots. Hell, we almost matched. His dark skin was reflected in the street lamp, and his eyes shone bright. He had neatened his goatee and had a belt on this time.

He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and pointed it at a black BMW and the car started. He walked over to me and knocked on the window.

"Ready?" He asked. Without waiting for a response, he turned towards his car.

"Wait!" I called, "I was going to drive my own car."

"Can't." He said back. "There is no parking without a permit there." He smiled. "And I just so happen to have a permit. So we go in my car, or not at all."

Shit. So much for that idea. I sighed, parked my car, grabbed my purse and walked across the parking lot. Trey held the door open for me. I stared at him and when he made the ‘get in' motion, but I did. He walked around to the other side of the car and got in too. He inserted the key and put the car in reverse.

"So, why don't we skip the club, go back to my house and get down and dirty?" Trey said.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shot back. "I did not sign up for this! I thought we had an understanding?"

"Correction." Trey said, turning on the blinker. "You said you wanted to be friends. I want to fuck you. And you want to fuck me."

"That's not true!" I yelled.

"Oh yeah? Then why in the hell did you agree to come out with me tonight?"

"Because I thought we could be friends!"

"Whatever Reagan." Trey said, making another turn. "I know what you want, and so do you. Listen, we will just go to my house and hang out. As friends. Nothing has to happen."

"I don't think that is a good idea." I said halfheartedly. "I mean…"

"What? Don't youtrust me?" He asked, in a sickly sweet voice.

"Not at this point." I said. The truth was I didn't think I trusted myself. I sighed once again. "Fine." Trey smirked. "But, I swear, if you try anything…"

"Listen, I won't do anything you don't ask for. And I don't think you ask for things. I bet you beg."

"You have really got to stop insulting my intelligence." I said. "I am not that naive and I do notbeg for anything."

"Well, we shall see then, won't we birthday girl?" Trey made one more turn and rolled to a stop in front of an average size house. Small in comparison to mine, but quaint. Quickly Trey came around and opened my door. He extended his hand to help me out and I slapped it away.

"I can do it myself." I said, getting out of the car. I straitened my skirt and Trey shrugged his shoulders, heading towards the door. I followed.

"Welcome to the palace." He said, grandly spreading his hands. I glanced through to the back, noting the deck, large kitchen and TV. "Come on, we'll take a quick tour."

I followed him silently as we went from room to room and he pointed out his home gym and the big screen TV. We made our way upstairs and he showed me bedrooms and the bathroom. He got to the last door and paused.

"Here is the master bedroom." He opened the door and I glanced inside. Sparse, plain and functional.

"Very nice." I said.

"What do you say we take a seat on the bed?" Trey asked.

"I don't think so," I said, backing away from the door. "I don't think that is a good idea."

"Oh, afraid of the big bad black guy?" Trey asked mockingly. He smiled.

"You know that's not what I mean."

"Well, prove me your not white woman type number 1." Man, this guy was relentless!

"Fine, but I swear, if you try anything, I am out of here."

"Sure, sure." Trey said reassuringly. "No problem." We made our way over to the bed and I sat on the edge, and surprisingly, he chooses the chair next to the window.

"Want to watch a movie?" He asked getting up again to search for the remote to the flat screen he had hanging on the wall. "I have the DVD ‘Total Recall' in the player. Ever seen it?"

I shook my head no, and he restarted it from the beginning. He sat back down, and I rearranged myself with the pillows. I laughed.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"I was thinking to myself, ‘I wonder if these linens are clean?'"

"Linens? Who the hell uses that word anymore?"

"I do." I said stiffly.

"Whatever." Trey rolled his eyes. "And yes, they are clean." I leaned back, adjusted my head and became engrossed in the movie. About halfway through Trey came around to the other side of the bed and climbed on. I shot him a sideways glance and he held up his hands.

"Gees, can't a guy lay in his own bed?" I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. He got comfortable, but moments later his cell rang. "I got to get this." He said. I shrugged again.

"Hello?" I could hear a woman on the other end.

"Hey, Steph. No, actually I have company now." Laughter from him and a then pause. "I'm not gonna answer that question." A pause. "Uh-huh." Pause. "What are you and Jake up to tonight?" Pause. "Oh yeah?" He paused again and I could hear the voice on the other end, but not enough to know what she was saying. Trey laughed and answered again. "I'll let you know tomorrow." Pause. "I don't know if she is into that." Pause. "If I find out, you will be the first to know." Pause. "Alright, Steph. Talk to you tomorrow." He flipped the phone closed, and placed it on the nightstand.

"Was that your girlfriend?" I asked

"Nope, my girlfriend is an executive assistant to some asshole boss, who makes her work late hours. She gets a huge bonus though. That," he said pointing to the phone, "was my other ‘friend'. We started fucking earlier this year. Her boyfriend is banging my girlfriend." He laughed.

I stared at him in shock. Although, at this point, I shouldn't be shocked at anything Trey said.

"So, what was she asking?"

"She wanted to know if you were bisexual and were interested in having a threesome with her boyfriend."

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, sitting up straight.

"Nope. Now, can we get back to the movie?" He pressed play and returned his attention to the TV. I sat back again and tried, really I did, to get back into the movie. This guy was a real charmer all right.

"So," Trey said, about 20 minutes later. "What do you say you let me kiss you?"

"I don't think so. You said…" before I got the words from my mouth, his came over it. His warmth seeped from his mouth to mine, pressing, probing, searching. I fought, pressing my hands against his chest. But he was too big, his arms to strong. Instead of pushing him away, he pulled me closer, enclosing my body next to his. He continued his assault on my mouth, urgently kissing me, and doing it oh so good.

Slowly I began to relax. Shit. I was giving in. Double shit. I think I liked it.

I began to respond to him, which only made Trey more aggressive. I heard him moan when I nipped his bottom lip. His hands grabbed my ass, rubbing it, squeezing it. His fingers slid to the edge of my skirt and I froze. He stopped and pulled away. I sat up, pushed my hair behind my ear and took a deep breath.

"What's the matter?" Trey asked, trailing a thick dark finger up my arm. "Cat got your tongue?"

"I don't know about this." I managed to squeak out. My heart was beating fast and by breathing was shallow. I thought I had control of the situation. What the hell happened?

"Listen Reagan, if you didn't want to be here, you would have never met me tonight. You would have never gotten into my car, and you would never have come to my house." He played his fingers over the crease of my neck, and I stupidly tilted my head to the side. "You know why you came here. You know what we are going to do." He leaned over to me and whispered, "We are going to fuck."

I let a sound escape my mouth, and those words flipped a switch in my head. It switched off the part of my brain that reasons, thinks and knows the difference between right and wrong. I finally gave up. It was all over. I wasn't going to fight it anymore.

"Shit," I said, my hands lifting from the bed and to his neck. I pulled him to me, his mouth heated and sweet, touched mine. His tongue expertly traced the lines of my mouth, tasting. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me to his body. I lifted my left knee and draped it over his ass. He grabbed it, running a hand from calf to butt, kneading gently.

He slid a hand under my shirt, rubbing my hot skin, tracing his thumb up my stomach to the edge of my bra. I arched, moaning against his mouth.

"You like that, huh?" Trey asked, kissing down my neck. "You're liking this black man, now, huh?"

"God, yes." I responded, grabbing his back. "Please!"

Trey pulled my shirt up, planting feverish kisses in the places his hand had just traveled. His smooth skin on his face was a contrast to the goatee, and the rough sensation was ignition.

"You gonna beg now?" Trey asked pulling my shirt over my head, exposing my black, laced enclosed breasts.

"Never." I said defiantly, baiting him in for a kiss. He leaned over, pressing his body next to mine, kissing me deeply. I ran my hand from his neck to his shirt, tugging impatiently at it, loosening it from his jeans. He moved a little to left, allowing it to pull free.

He lifted my bra from my breasts, not bothering to unsnap the back. He roughly pulled it over my head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. Hungrily he took to my breast, sucking the already aroused nipple into his mouth, nipping at the bead, making suckling noises and moaning. I thrashed my head side to side, holding his head in my hands, writhing under him. God this was good.

I managed to remove his shirt, and he crushed himself to my naked torso, my breasts flattened to him. He busied himself with kissing me everywhere; my neck, my face, my breasts. "Oh god," I whimpered when he managed his hand up my skirt.

His rough hand pushed the skirt up my legs, exposing a knee, a thigh, a hip. His hand ran the course, moving upwards, upwards, upwards. His thumb ran under the edge of my black panties and he tugged at them gently. My breathing was ragged, my face was flushed.

"Goddamn, woman." Trey said under his breath. "Fuck, you're sexy as hell." He managed to slide the panties off my hips, partially off my ass and didn't wait before sweeping a finger over my mound.

"Shit!" I yelled, feeling the wetness begin to gather. I arched and threw back my head.

"Will you beg for me now, Mami?" Trey asked, kissing me roughly all the while tracing the lips of my cunt with his finger. I held onto my willpower, what sliver was left.

"No…I beg no one." I managed to say through mini convulsions. I gritted my teeth, bearing down on the bed, and arched.

"You will," Trey said, slipping one long thick black finger into me. I saw stars. The depth of his probe was intoxicating, and I swore time had stopped still. Never had anyone been so rough, so demanding, so forceful. I needed more.

He began to explore me, twirling his fingers in circles, sliding along the walls of my pussy, tugging at the swollen lips. He avoided my clit and as much as I moved or writhed, he managed to keep from touching it. Out of frustration, I whimpered, trying in vain for that touch.

"You gotta beg for it," He said, quickening his pace with his hand. By now I had wormed my way into his pants and had a grip on his cock, thick and warm. I hadn't seen it yet, but good god, I couldn't get my fingers around it! I tugged gently, pulling it free from his pants so that it tented out from between the jeans zipper. I glanced and froze.

A magnificent specimen to say the least. The thick rod was dark and creamy at the same time. Smooth, warm and oh so inviting. I swept my thumb over the tip, made easy by the droplets of precum that had seeped out. He jerked, seethed and smiled.

"Ah, you want to play that game, do you Reagan?" Trey said, beginning to move in my hand, me involuntarily jerking him. His rocking thrusted his hand, his finger, into me in a smooth liquid motion. "You want this cock don't you?"