1 comments/ 18286 views/ 17 favorites Bach and Chocolate By: mattwatt43 Marissa decided that it was her day to run a bit of an inspection. This was always John's way of dealing with the place, especially as it got bigger and bigger. He would walk random inspections, after work hours and the place was at rest, to see how it looked, and how it felt. He always insisted that it gave him a good sense of the place. And as with other practices, Marissa continued John's habits long after he was gone. She was completely aware that it was because he had let her grow into the business, with his patient and kind help, that she could run it so successfully now. It caused her to sigh. She knew that time had certainly gone on, it was maybe five years, but in ways she still missed her older, cuddly John, and she was all the more determined to do well with their company, his company. It's what Marissa Meers did at age 33; she ran the company. She was, had become, a company woman, so to speak. She knew they all respected her, and that some of them were inordinately fond of her. She also knew that some held closely loved, closely cherished prejudices and called her, they thought behind her back, 'the black bitch' and worse. Her secretary, Sally, had heard one such remark and told Marissa about it. Sally had been really upset by it but it caused Marissa to just laugh: "Oh, Sally, Sally, you can always tell the shape of someone's soul by the evil names that they call others. I know that they call me 'the black bitch' but who cares? They work for me, and they know that." Marissa was half way into her reverie, when she heard voices. She'd entered the warehouse, storage, shipping area of the works now and stopped to listen. She knew that no one was supposed to be here at this time. "You do it now, or you lose your happy home here, boy!" a rough voice said. Marissa recognized the voice as Herb Smith's. He ran this part of the operation. He was older and certainly one of the 'black bitch' crowd, as she called him. She was holding a recorder that she habitually used to give herself messages and simply turned it on, as she got to the storage room door. Herb was there with one of the new guys, a Christian Arenson, she believed. They were having an argument of sorts. Marissa was just about to intervene when Herb went on: "Look at it this way, pretty boy; you're living here and the black bitch won't have that. So what, you lost your digs. This is my area and you'll pay the tariff or you'll lose this happy home. So that, if you're not on your knees in one minute with my cock in your mouth, you're out of here totally: no home, no job, no place to play your fuckin' fiddle!" Christian, who couldn't see Marissa either, had a look of murder on his face. It was obvious from her reading of the situation that Herb had gotten himself in over his head and didn't even know it yet. It was then that she spoke up: "Hey, Herb!" she said quietly. Herb's face was ashen, as he saw Marissa in the doorway: "Marissa, uh, Ms. Meers," he stammered, "I didn't see you there." "No, I guess not, Herb," she said, "But shouldn't it be 'black bitch?'" "Sorry about that," Herb continued to stammer, "Didn't see you there." "Obviously," she said, and smiled. "But you know, Herb, I'm going to show you that there are no hard feelings. I'm going to offer you an early retirement package that will allow you to begin to collect on your 401K instead of firing your ass, instead of turning you into the police for attempted sodomy." Here she held up the recorder for him to see; he blanched. "But . . ." he began, trembling a bit now. "No, no, Herb," she went on, "You've had your say, and I've had mine. We'll leave it go at that. I'll get the paper work started. You don't need to come in anymore." In an instant it was clear that he was defeated. Herb was that kind of bully that deflated once his bluff was called. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "And, Herb," she continued, "Don't even think of revenge; you don't want to screw with me or my family, right?" "Yes, Melisssa, uh, Ms Meer!" he said. "Go ahead," she went on, "Say it to my face one time, Herb; it'll make you feel better." He looked at her with a strange look and then growled at her: "You black bitch!" The next few minutes were extremely confusing, so much happened so quickly. Marissa simply laughed at what Herb had called her and the total ineffectiveness of his undisguised racial and gender hate. At the very same time, Herb, self satisfied, turned to grin at Christian, and Christian, having waited for Herb to be looking, hit the pot bellied man in the stomach. Herb blanched terribly and went to his knees. Christian stood back and just watched at that point and Marissa let out a surprised "Ohhh". "Now, Herb," Christian said evenly, "I hit you in the stomach for a few reasons, and I want you to hear them and understand them. If you're with me, shake your head, pal." Herb, still clutching his stomach, shook his head 'yes', and Christian continued: "First, you don't address a lady that way! Second, if you have tiny minded racial hatreds, then you keep them to yourself. Remember what Thumper's mom said: 'If you can't say something nice about someone, then don't say anything at all!' You hearing me, Herb?" Herb shook his head 'yes' again and Christian went on: "Third, she's the boss and deserves respect from you, and finally, Herb, I did it as a favor, so that there won't be a mark and you don't have to explain a black eye, or damaged face to anyone." He hesitated for a moment, and Marissa simply looked on with a smile. Then Christian spoke again. "I seriously don't know what was going on in your mind that made you think that you could extort a blow job out of me, Herb! And I'm going to let that one pass. I imagine that you'd better go now." Marissa spoke up at that point: "Herb, you don't need to come back in until I contact you to sign your papers. I'll make sure that your early retirement settlement is a nice one. Now, you just do what Christian told you to do and leave now." Herb simply nodded his head and, rubbing his stomach still, stalked out. "Trouble?" Christian asked of Marissa. "Our Herb is a biggot, bully and a coward. We're pretty much quits with him now." "Ma'am," Christian began, embarrassed, "I'm sorry about. . ." She never let him get far into his statement: "We'll just leave it go, Christian, as it is. And I think that tomorrow morning you should come to my office and we'll talk about you having Herb's position." "Thank you, ma'am," Christian said softly. "It's Marissa," she answered him. "Well, I need to get on my way, Christian. You have a pleasant evening." He smiled, nodded and turned away. She made no further inquiry about his living situation and was determined to talk to Sally about it, so that no fuss would be raised. She went back to her office and sat to think about the whole incident. After a while, she decided to go and ask Christian if he'd like a drink. He did intrigue her and gave her a sense of wanting to know him better. When she got to the warehouse, shipping area things suddenly changed, unexpectedly changed. As soon as she was in the building it happened. The whole building was filled with a soft and glorious sound. She recognized immediately one of Bach's unaccompanied cello suites. It reverberated around the building and filled the whole space. "Of course," Marissa said to herself, "Herb had mentioned his 'fiddle'; he plays the cello." Just then he made a mistake and she could hear him curse. She just barely covered her mouth and suppressed her giggle. He started again and this time, it was flawless. She sat and listened until he was finished with it and began to play scales. She slipped out quietly at that point, murmuring to herself: "So, Christian's 'fiddle'!" She was slowly shaking her head as she said it. The loveliness of the music was almost a spiritual experience for Marissa, moving her greatly. It caused her to think a great deal. By the next morning, she had already, characteristically for her, formulated a number of plans. She was early in the office, which caused her secretary/assistant, Sally, to shake her head and say: "Oh, no, something is up if the wicked witch of the west is here early!" "Watch your tongue, girl!" Marissa quipped at Sally, as she collected a hug from the totally devoted secretary. "And, if it's any of your business, I do have a number of items that need tending this morning." "Yes, like sorting Herb Smith out!" Sally answered. "You have a nose as long as an elephant's," Marissa said with a smile. "So, you know about that little incident." "Yes, but I'm keeping it quiet," Sally said, "And I say 'good riddance' to him. I'll get his paper work ready for you to look over. I assume you want the usual early retirement arrangement put into writing?" "Yes, let's just get rid of him," Marissa answered, nodding. "And?" Sally prompted. "And I have a meeting coming with Mike Robson but that's personal stuff," Marissa said pointedly, and was ignored by Sally. "Mike?" she said. Marissa sighed and said: "Yes, I'm going to ask Mike to rehab the apartment above the carriage house, garage at home." "What a lovely idea," Sally said and stopped herself cold. She shook her finger at Marissa and said: "Calculating! Scheming! You're going to offer that apartment to Christian Arenson!" Marissa grinned at her: "I'm surprised that it took you so long to work it out." Then she sat down and said: "Sally, someone has to help him a bit. I wandered back into the warehouse last night and heard him play that cello." "I heard that he was a musician," Sally said softly. "It was way beyond wonderful!" Marisssa said, "So, someone needs to step in and help him out just a bit." "And eventually jump on his bones!" Sally said with a broad grin. "You evil minded sprite!" Marissa shot back at Sally's retreating back. "'Sticks and stones'," Sally said over her shoulder, grinning at her equally grinning boss all the while. "I'll send Mike in as soon as he gets here." "And, I am expecting Christian Arenson too," Marissa said, turning to go. Sally hooted!: "I was waiting for that one!" "Don't you start with me, missy!" Marissa said, trying to give Sally a truly withering look and only collapsing into grins again. "Mike first," Sally said, "Then Christian, when the pad work is all set up. After all if the spider is going to invite the fly into her parlor, the parlor has to be ready!" "Go!" Marissa shouted. "I'm going," Sally said, curtseying to the boss before leaving. Sally popped her head back around the door frame for another second and said: "By the way, Marissa, I do love you!" Marissa smiled a beatific smile and said: "I know that, you bad girl!" "My best quality!" Sally said before she disappeared again. Mike was there in just a few minutes. Marissa greeted him cordially, since he'd been with the company for such a time. "Mike, thanks for coming," Marissa said. They were indeed old friends, for Mike had began working for John, when he was only developing the company. "So, what's up," Mike asked. "How are we doing, in terms of the projects in house?" Marissa wanted to know. "Very well, actually," Mike said and went into details with her. She was totally satisfied, once he was done. "Well, I have a kind of favor to ask," Marissa went on. "You well know," he said evenly, "Anything for you." "It's my carriage house at home. It's the garage and it has a large apartment above it, which needs to be rehabbed. Can you look at it for me? I will do the usual, Mike, your regular salary here and whatever construction fee would be right." "You don't have to do that," Mike protested, but she held up her hand and went on: "No, you're good enough to help me out often with these projects and I want to show that I appreciate it!" "Fine," he said, "I can go look it over this morning. I'll take Denny with me, and we'll have estimates for you later today." "As usual," she said, "The greatest!" giving him an appreciative hug. Sally came in after Mike left and Marissa told her about Mike and Denny going to the house to look over the carriage house apartment for rehabbing. "Sounds like 'the games afoot'!" Sally quipped. "Yes, Sherlock, it is!" Marissa answered. "And Christian Arenson is waiting on your pleasure!" Sally said then. "Fine, send him in next, I want to talk to him about Herb's job." "Great idea!" Sally said, going out to fetch Christian. He began by being grateful and apologetic to her for the 'living in the warehouse' issue. He went on quickly to explain that it was temporary because he needed a place to practice, and his old place was going condo and he wasn't interested in buying it, so the residency permit had been ended rather abruptly. But she held up her hand and silenced him and said: "No, we don't have to talk about that right now. You just do what you need, and we're fine." She took the time then to talk to him about Herb's position, which she was hoping that he could fill. Christian seemed interested in the proposition and spoke about some of the observations that he had about the way that the warehouse worked. Marissa was impressed by his insights and they came to an agreement for the position. "And I will look for a new place to live," he said, "It's just that places are so hard to find these days, especially places where I would be able to practice." "Oh, yes," she said, "Your 'fiddle'," and she grinned. "Yes," he said, shaking his head and smiling, "My fiddle!" "And," she went on then," I haven't been able to properly thank you for your reaction to my being called 'the black bitch'," she said softly. "I appreciated that, Christian." He only smiled and nodded. And they seemed to be set; he would start the overseer's job in the warehouse the next day. She asked him to be sure to come to her frequently so that she was aware of what was happening, what he was doing and what he needed. "It's a kind of 'need to know' thing," she said. "I am interested in knowing pretty much what's happening in all the departments." "Yes," he said, "I admire that style very much." It made her smile. So, for the next few days it became a habit for her. She 'invaded' his space late to listen to the lovely music that he made, before she went home. She'd invariably sit quietly to listen to his music, his practicing. It became a source of wondrous pleasure for her. It was only after about a week that she once again called Christian into her office for a chat. By then Mike and Denny had done their usual quick and thorough job. When he was there with her, she began: "It's about your living arrangement, Christian," He held up a hand and said: "Yes, I know and I do apologize. I have some places to look at this week and I will get it settled, I totally promise." She smiled and said: "Thank you but what I want to tell you is that I have a rather large carriage house at my place that doubles as a garage. It has a fairly large sized apartment above it, about 2400 square feet and I was wondering if you'd like to have a look at it to maybe take it. He was dumb struck immediately. I . . .uh. . .I don't know what to say," he stammered. "That's such a nice, uh, gesture. . .uh, sure!" He shook his head in wonder for another minute and then, smiling said: "I'd love to look at it." He was grinning from ear to ear by the time that he was finished saying that much. "Could you look at it today?" she asked. "It's been recently rehabbed and is in good shape." "Wonderful!" he said, "Uh, how much is the rent, if I could ask." "Oh," She hesitated, "I haven't really thought about that. Maybe whatever you were paying at the other place, I guess. I didn't really have any intention to be a 'landlord' so much as to maybe help out a friend." He smiled at her and said softly: "Yes, yes, thank you, 'help out a friend'." "So, after work?" she asked. "Great!" he answered. "After work!" Before she left the office, she spoke to Sally. "How's the garage project coming, Amazing One?" Sally asked, suspicion in her voice. "Well, " Marissa said and hesitated. "Tell!" Sally demanded, and they both grinned. Marissa told Sally about the rehabbing of the carriage house apartment being finally finished. "Haven't used it in an age," she concluded, "And it's so big. I am going to offer it to Christian, seeing that he doesn't have a place." "Schemer!" Sally said softly and exchanged a grin with Marissa before beginning to dance in a circle and chant: "Boss is going hunting! Boss is going hunting!" "Stop it or I'll spank your fanny!" Marissa said with all the authority that she could muster. Sally laughed and said: "I'm thinking, Boss, that if anyone here is going to be the spankee, it'll be the lovely, lovely chocolate brown babe who's angling for old Christian!" Marissa laughed and said: "Stop it! Even if you're right! Oh, why do I put up with you?" Then, with an enquiring look on her face, she asked: "Do we have information on Christian? His cell phone number?" "Schemer!" Sally sang out as she got the number for Marissa. "Friendly gesture!" Marissa replied. "Good, tell me all about your friendly gesture and what you and he were wearing tomorrow!" They both broke into giggles at that and Mariss went to Sally, put her arms around her for a hug and kissed her cheek. "I'm out of here!" she said to Sally, as Sally began to make the musical 'shark' noises from 'Jaws'. "Stop!" Marissa said, as she walked out the door. She found Christian waiting in the parking lot and they drove separately to her place. Her home was one that she and John had lavished care upon. It was a large, old brick home that was modernized inside very tastefully and had the extra charm of that outside carriage house/garage. She left her car outside of the garage and went to a side door, opening it and walking ahead of Christian up the stairs to the apartment. Christian was mesmerized, as he walked behind her, watching the swish of her butt cheeks under the fabric of her business suit. (He had, he mused, never been one to be attracted to afro-american women but he found his personal lust-meter on high alert with Marissa. He suppressed the notion, immediately reminding himself that she was the 'Boss' and he wasn't going to go screwing up his present job situation, which, he hoped, would see him through the present time, as he awaited the symphony auditions. But he was grinning with the sight, as he got to the top of the stairs.) Marissa looked at him, a question showing on her face. "Oh," he said, realizing that he'd been caught. "It all looks so lovely." He couldn't read her face at all as she nodded, with an ever so slight smile around her mouth, and said a word of 'thanks', leading him into and around the apartment. His next comment was an audible "Wow!", as they went through the newly worked on apartment. "Yes," she said, "Mike Robson and Danny Watts did it. They do good work!" "I guess," he said. "Uh, Ms. Meers," he went on, a bit chagrined by the generosity of all of this, "I really . . ." "Please, here at home can't it be Merissa?" she asked softly. "Exactly!" he said, "Marissa, it's so lovely and this is a wonderful gesture." She smiled, "Well, I will leave you to wander around and try it out, so to speak. Excuse me for a bit; I need to go and change." "Of course, and thank you again!" he said. Next came a significant turn of events for Christian. He was wandering the apartment and mentally arranging his few things, when he casually glanced out of the window, that pointed toward the big house. The room that he faced had a window with curtains two-thirds of the way closed. Just then, if by design, or mere accident is hard to tell, Christian saw Marissa walk by the curtain gap. She now had her suit jacket and her blouse off and was wearing a skirt and a beige bra. Her breasts, he realized immediately, were quite large. Bach and Chocolate "Ohhhhhh shit!" he said involuntarily, standing and staring right in the light of the window. It was the position that he was in, when she came back across the curtain divide and, glancing, saw him standing and looking. He took one involuntary, defensive step backwards but realized that he had indeed been caught. She disappeared from sight. His phone rang. He automatically picked it up and said a soft, almost strangled 'hello'. It was Marissa. "I'm sooooooo, sooooo sorry . . ." he began. "I don't know what to say; I just, uh, looked and you were . . ." But she cut across what he was saying" "You were watching!" she said. It wasn't an accusation; it wasn't nasty or upset, it was just a statement. "Yes, I'm sorry . . .it wasn't even voluntary . . ." his began again but his voice trailed off, not completely sure of what to say. "Yes, I know," she said, and hung up the phone. What she did next took a huge amount of courage on her part. She knew she'd tell Sally about it the next day, and either get in trouble with her bossy secretary or get a medal, she wasn't sure which. It was a hasty decision but one that she, with a giggle, felt was right, and she had him even more transfixed in his spot by the window. The curtains were opened all the way, and she calmly, casually walked over to the bed, where, it was obvious, she'd already deposited her suit jacket and blouse. With her back to him, but clearly in the range of his sight, she reached back and unzipped the zipper of her skirt. Christian's breathing was becoming more and more labored as he watched, fascinated, his boss stripping next door. The zipper down now, she pushed the skirt down and stepped out of it, folding it and putting it on the bed also, bending ever so slightly from the waist as she did so, and showing him the dark brown cheeks of her ass, encased, as they were, in the shimmering fabric of the beige panties. She stood with her back to him. "Ohhhh!" he said to himself, as he watched stand there folding her skirt, wearing heels, thigh highs, panties and a bra. He was rooted to the spot, as he watched her remove next her bra, folding it also. She straightened then, glancing at him and nodding only slightly. She turned, showing her almost naked ass to him, barely hidden by the beige panties that she wore, bent from the waist and picked up her clothes, striding off to the closet with them. Christian didn't move at all. When she came back, her breasts swaying back and forth from the effort of walking, she was wearing only the panties. He stared at her as she picked up the phone. He was still startled by the ringing of his cell phone. "Yes?" he said in a totally strangled voice. "Talk to me, Christian," she said softly. "I've never, ever seen a woman as beautiful!" he said without pausing to think at all. "Flatterer!" she said with a low laugh. "Truth teller!" he replied. "And, I've never, ever seen an . . .an afro american woman naked!" he went on. "Like?" she asked softly. "Love," he answered. "Maybe the curtains won't be closed much," she said then, after screwing up all her courage. "Oh dear!" was his comment. "Christian," she said next, "I want to be very careful here but this is a lovely beginning!" "Yes," he answered, "A lovely beginning." "Shower now," she said. "Shower," he answered, and then, after a few seconds thought: "Keep your panties on in the shower at first!" "Yes, yes," she said, her own breathing sounding in the phone, "I'll do that." "I'm going to try the acoustics out here," he said. "That'll be lovely; shower time," she answered softly. "Thank you, Christian." "No," he responded, "Thank you." She was breathing hard as she stepped into the shower with her beige panties on, as he'd told her and let them get wet and transparent. Part of her labored breathing was from the inner fright that she'd felt at the risk that she'd just taken. "That's what he wanted!" she said to herself. "Slow and easy, girl!" she admonished herself next. "Slow and easy it is!" was the answer that she gave herself. Then she slipped her hand down inside her panties, seeking out the curly nest of her dark pubic hair, and played with herself. Her orgasm was a kind of a crashing event that left her breathless and leaning against the shower wall, panting. "Oh, yes!" she said, going on with her shower. She went to the carriage house, once she was showered and dressed, in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. The first thing that she noticed, as she approached the carriage house was the ringing sound of the cello playing, again this time, some Bach. She stood and let the music simply sweep over her, kind of caress her and sighed. With a smile on her face, she mounted the stairs to the apartment, and stood in the doorway, watching him now as he played. When he was finished, she said: "How lovely, Christian!" "Thank you," he said. "Sorry that I startled you before, I mean at the window," she said softly, and was smiling broadly as she said it. "I shouldn't have been . . ." he began but she cut in: "But it's lovely that you were!" He was obviously upset by it a bit; so, she said: "Please don't be upset; I, well, I kind of liked it." She brightened then and said: "But how is the apartment? Beside, wonderful for Bach?" "Just wonderful," was his answer, and he took a step toward her. That's all that it took. Their kiss was electric to say the least. "Christian," she said into his ear, "I need to tell you that I had . . .had no great seduction planned here. I really did mean it only as a friendly gesture." "Yes," he whispered back, "Friendly gesture and then you appeared in front of that damn window, taking your clothes off." "Yes," she said and giggled. He was a bit startled and said: "Gee, Marissa giggles." She looked at him and grinned. "I'm a bit out of my depth here, Marissa," he said softly. "Isn't that the great beauty of this?" she asked, and he laughed softly with her. "I don't know what to call you," he went on. Then quickly he injected: "I mean of course at work I know how to behave. That will never be a problem. But here, now in a situation like this, I don't even know what to call you." Marissa laughed a kind of wicked laugh and said, her eyes twinkling: "Herb could have told you all about what to call me!" "I guess!" he answered. "Maybe you should call me 'T.B.B'!" she said playfully. He laughed with her and said: "Don't start now!" But she plunged right on: "Maybe 'T.N.B.B'/The Naked Black Bitch!" was her next suggestion, grinning totally now. "Maybe 'T.B.W.G.S!'" he said. "What?" she was puzzled, but laughing. "I mean 'The Boss Who Got Spanked'!" he said with fake exasperation. "Ohhhhhhhh!' she said, giggling and laughing. "You really know how to get a girl's attention." She turned away then and said: "This is exciting, Christian, but it needs to be slow and deliberate a bit, maybe. I mean, I know we began at an advanced state, with me taking my clothes off for you but maybe lovely and slowly." "Maybe!" he answered. "I'm going to fix some dinner now; may I cook for you, man at the window?" she asked, moving toward the door. She thought a moment and said: "Christian, I promise that, that was the last time that I'll come up here and let myself in. I won't impose like that on you. Please know that." "Yes, I understand," he said smiling. "And, yes, dinner sounds lovely. I'm going to play a bit longer, get some practice." She was at the door then and said, looking over her shoulder at him: "Hmm, 'T.B.W.G.S'! Sounds exciting." He was grinning at her, as she left, going down the stairs. Soon enough with the kitchen windows open, she could hear him playing and practicing. The sound drifted down to her, making the dinner preparation special. Over dinner they became better acquainted. He told of his hopes for a symphony audition, while she talked a bit about John, the company and John's final illness. They lingered far into the evening with their talk. He left her, after helping her to clean up, and thanking her profusely again: "I really appreciate all of this, Marissa," he said earnestly; but then he got a twinkle in his eye and grinned. "Say it or burst!" she responded. "Especially the open curtain!" was his comment. They both laughed. "I have an errand to run and then I need to go and pack my essentials. May I please leave my cello here with you?" "Oh," she said, impressed by his gesture. "Yes, yes you may. I'll take good care of it for you." "I'll see you at work tomorrow?" he asked. "Of course," she said, then softly to him she said: "Kiss and hug before you go, Christian?" They kissed at the door and he left. The next day was a fairly easy one at work. In the later morning Marissa was interrupted by Sally,who came in carrying a box. "Boss," Sally began, "This came for you; don't know who it's from though." "Hmm," Marissa said, "Is it ticking?" Marissa reached for the box but Sally withheld it and said: "No gifties until I get a report on last night." Marissa involuntarily put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "Oho!" Sally said, "Tell Sally now." Marissa gave her a sketchy outline of the previous night, leaving out the esssentials and it ended with Sally dancing a kind of ring around Marissa and singing 'Ding Dong the witch is dead!' "Stop it," Marissa said, "And give me my package." "Spoil sport!" Sally said showing a pout and handing over the package. They laughed and Marissa began to open the box. When she had it open, she began to simply hoot, as she pulled a tee shirt out of the box that had the initials 'T.B.W.G.S' emblazoned on it. Then the hooting got louder as she pulled out a pair of white bikini panties with the same initials emblazoned on the seat of the panties." "Well, well," Sally said, "We have more of a story to tell?" "We do," Marissa said. "Coffee and I'll talk without the usual torture, fill you in on the rest of it!" "You're no fun!" Sally said. "On the contrary, to the right people I'm all sorts of fun!" was her answer, getting a stuck out tongue from Sally who went to fetch the coffee. When Sally came back, they settled down and Marissa told her the full story of the previous night. "Fantastic!" was Sally's comment, when the story was told. "So, what's next?" "I don't really know," Marissa said, "And that's kind of cool. He intends to move in tonight." "And I guess you'll be taking your curtains down this evening!" Sally said, sending them both into gales of laughter. "Probably!" Marissa said. "Just be careful, honey," Sally said, hugging her boss. "This is so unlike you, is all that has me concerned." " I know that. It does worry me but I'm trying to be just as natural as possible about it. I'm trying to be careful," Marissa answered, giving Sally a hug. They had arrived separately that evening, and Marissa could see that he was carrying an array of stuff into the apartment from his SUV. She allowed herself a glass of wine after work, having, normally a later dinner hour, and relaxed. The more she sat and sipped her wine, the more she thought about Christian working next door. She came to the decision that she was determined to help him but there was something else on her mind first. Christian stopped a moment and looked around with great satisfaction. He didn't have a super abundance of stuff, probably this trip and one more might get most of it, but he was just already in love with the apartment, and that much grateful to Marissa for having offered it. He looked over at her window, at that point, since her name was coursing through his mind. It was what she'd been waiting for, sitting in her bedroom and sipping the wine. She saw him pause and look her way, and she simply stepped up to the window. He gawked! There was no other proper name for his standing and staring at her. She stood at her window and was wearing a tee shirt and panties, both white. The contrast between her white underwear and the lovely chocolate color of her skin was an enchanting sight indeed. The tee shirt, he then realized, as he broke into a huge smile, was emblazoned with the red letters 'T.B.W.G.S'. He started laughing and then she was turning around and bent over from the waist, sure enough, her panties bore the same letters stretched right across her covered butt cheeks. She turned then and wiggled her fingers in a smile. He was laughing. She made a motion with her hand asking if she could come over and he shook his head a quick 'yes'. Then he waited, and she arrived right away. He was grinning, when he let her in, dressed now in her jeans; she knocked first. He liked that. She grinned back at him and swooped into his arms, which were waiting for her. They kissed for minutes and she was sighing, when they broke up the kiss. "Oh, yes," she said, "That's kissing!" "I guess!" he agreed breathlessly. "I'm here to help," she said brightly. "Good," he replied, "I need it." "Then, maybe, out for a burger?" she asked. "Yes, lovely," was his response, "I can do my practicing later." "I don't want to get in the way of that!" she said softly. "I appreciate that, Marissa!" he said, kissing his way up the side of her face. "I know it's important to you and it's so beautiful!"she said. Then she grinned at him and thrust out her chest at him, the whole thing being made more impressive by the fact that she wore no bra. "See!" she said proudly, still a bit nervous but also by now determined. "A challenge?" he asked. She barked a laugh and said: "Maybe, maybe!" "We'll file that one away for use later!" he said. "Eeeek!" was her only immediate response, and she kissed him again. Then they went about the business of getting his stuff in and around. They followed that up by making one more trip to the plant to pick things up. She was surprised at how little he actually had, and she told him so. "I've kind of considered my life to be on hold until I get things settled," he explained. "Settled?" she said, then went on quickly: "Forgive me for being so nosy." "No problem," he answered. "Settled has always meant for me getting a cello job."He hesitated then for a moment and went on: "Now it's beginning to share the spotlight." He kissed her, when he said that. "Her 'ohhhh' comment was drowned in the intensity of the kiss, and she, once the kiss was broken, lay her head against his shoulder." "Yes, so nice!" she said. "But I have to admit that it's scary." She went on quickly: "I don't mean the racial thing; believe it or not, I'm not into that very much, but it seems to be really everything. I can feel myself being drawn into this, into you---you the music, all of it, and it's a bit frightening." Then she looked up brightly and said: "Burgers? Out?" "I want you to know that I've heard your concern and those concerns are mine as well! And a direct answer is 'Yes,' burgers, if I get to pay," he said, "Because, like you, I always take care of my workers!" "Is that what I am?" she asked with a pixieish grin on her face. "For now, yes!" he said. "What next?" she asked. "T.B.W.G.S.!" he said and she hooted with laughter. She lay her face against his shoulder once more and said: "I get kind of warm just thinking about that. Oh, Christian, my head is swirling!" She stepped back then and gave him a big smile and winked: "Bra on or off?" she wanted to know. It seemed to sober him a bit and he began: "Marissa, I have to say . . ." here he interrupted himself and said, "Let's sit a minute." "Oh, dear," she said, a distraught look on her face, "Here comes the 'I like you like a sister' speech!" "No, you've had your honesty time and now comes mine," he went on then, holding onto her hand, "So, here comes the 'you are two wonderful for words,' 'you are beautiful and exotic and exciting and I don't know what you're doing with me' speech." She had a broad grin on her face by the time that he was finished with that. "Ohhhh," she cooed at him. "I never thought or supposed or imagined, or even fantasized about dating for such a long time, let alone dating, caring for a . . .but what do I call you without insulting you? Black, Afro-American? What? I am certainly in lust with you and can hardly keep my mind on Bach these days." Marissa had a twinkle in her eye and said: "You can call me 'Blackie', when I'm bad and you're gonna do what this tee shirt says! And you can call me . . ." Here he jumped in with a look of decision or inspiration on his face and finished her sentence: "My woman! My lovely woman, all brown and shiny and lovely and chocolate!" She was off of the seat immediately and on his lap, her arms around his neck, still speaking to him almost into his shoulder: "From the first time that I heard it, I wanted the Bach! Just wanted it, and the more I associate with you, and hear you, and talk to you, I know that I want you and the Bach both!" They kissed then. It started as a soft kiss. He reveled in her full lips and the softness of them. Then he snaked his tongue along the bottom lip and had it caught in her mouth, and she began to suck on his tongue. His eyes popped open and she was staring into his eyes and sucking on his tongue. He broke away from the kiss for a moment and said softly: "Oh, yes! Kisses like that are what the music is all about!" She smiled and leaned in for another kiss but he said: "And no bra for you tonight!" "Yes, sir!" she said brightly. "Don't get sassy with me or the spanking comes now!" he quipped back at her. "Gotta come sometime because this black girl is gonna be as bad with her musician as she wants to be," she answered and resumed the kiss and the sucking of his tongue. "You do that so well!" he said. "You don't know the half of how well I can do things like that!" she said into his ear. "Ohhhhh!" he moaned. "I like the sound of that." "Haven't done it for a while," she continued the whisper,"But I'm gonna practice on my musician soon. You play the Bach and I'll play on you! White skin flute!" She was laughing full out by the time she'd finished the sentence. "Stop!" he said urgently, "Or I'll either pee or cum in my pants!" She giggled: "Can't have that, can we?" Then she looked at him seriously and said: "It's coming soon, just right down the track, Mr. Bach player, you feel it?" "Yes, I do, and it'll be a mighty thing, when it happens," was his comment. Then she went in a totally different direction: "Burgers?" He laughed: "You're loopey!" he said happily, "And, yes, burgers, and for you no bra." "Whoohoo!" she whooped. "Gee, with that kind of response, maybe it should be 'no jeans either'!" Marissa clapped her hand over her mouth and giggled into her hand. She jumped up immediately and had her jeans unbuttoned, down past her hips and off in a trice. "Loopey!" he said, "And lovely beyond any possible words!" He got up, as she watched and said: "Let me tell you this way." He picked up his cello then and sat and played a small, lovely tune on it. Marissa very quickly had tears running down her cheeks. "Lovely!" she said. "I wrote that!" he said, concluding. "Maybe I'll call it 'Marissa'." He set the cello aside and pulled her again into his arms, this time his hands were busy, as they kissed and she sucked his tongue, exploring the plane of her back and her swelling ass cheeks, pushing his hands suddenly down inside the waist band of her panties, to take hold of her ass cheeks. "Lovely hands!" she said then. His answer made her hoot again: "Burgers! You with your pants on!" She moved about in his arms for a second, whispering almost insistently: Bach and Chocolate "Use your hands for another half minute; touch every part, feel me up; that's what we used to call it. Please do that, Christian, and I promise to stop making demands then." "You make all the demands that you want, lovely, chocolate lady," was his response. He gladly did as she had asked, his hands moving over her ass cheeks, pushing her panties down to her knees, and then with a finger invading the crack of her ass, and another one creeping through her dark, curly pubic hair to find the swell and cleft of her vagina. "Oh, yes, yes, that's what we mean!" She kissed him again, with him sucking her lower lip into his mouth. When the kiss broke, she whispered urgently to him: "You're in charge, music man, you're just in charge." "Burgers now and everything later," he said. They left the apartment hand in hand. They went to a burger place and sat in a booth with their food, and ate in a bit of silence for a while. Finally, Christian broke the companionable silence: "Marissa, I have to admit that I can't believe that this is happening. I mean, I've simply, almost wonderingly admired you from a distance at work for a while. I can't believe this, that we're sitting here and sharing all of this." Marissa sighed, put her hand on top of his and responded: "Yes, I agree. This has been both fast and exciting for me. It's as though the whole possibility of a relationship here has hit me hard. You can imagine that I have made it a practice not to date employees." "I understand that, and think that for this I'm willing to quit, if I need to," he replied. "You are such a love," she responded. "Please don't think that I'm being snotty here; it's just that the company, running it, seeing it prosper, has been most of or almost all of my life, since I've been doing it alone." "Well, you've done a wonder of a job!" he said. She broke the mood by whispering to him: "Do you think that people are staring at us? I mean a good looking white man and a black woman?" "I think," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "That they're staring at your tits!" Marissa put her hand over her mouth and barely kept back her laughter. "You're so bad!" she said to him. "Got to the ladies," he said suddenly, "Swing them a bit." She got a smile on her face then and said: "Yes, sir, whatever you want." "Getting closer to T.B.W.G.S!" he said. "Hope so," was her answer, as she slid from the booth and walked through the restaurant toward the rest rooms in the back, doing as he had told her, and letting her tits, beneath her tee shirt to wiggle, as though they had a life of their own. He was grinning at her, when she arrived back at the table. "These are for you, Mr Bach player!" she said, handing him something that she had in her hand. He looked and grinned at her again, now holding her panties in his hand. Then he got a rueful look on his face. "What?" she asked. "Marissa, I have to tell you that, when we get back, I need to practice. A couple hours." She put her hand on top of his and said: "I know that, lovely man, and I would never want to keep you from practicing. I'll be around, when the practicing is done; I just want you to know that." "Lovely," he said, as they slid from the booth. He insisted on paying, since it was, he said, a 'date' and the guy should pay. Marissa, holding onto his arm, said to him quietly, as they left the restaurant: "Especially when he's hoping to get lucky tonight!" They shared a laugh and went into the night. They parted at the garage/carriage house door, and Marissa went into the big house, while Christian proceeded up the stairs to his apartment. He changed into a pair of pj bottoms and went into his living room for his cello, to settle himself for practice. He had left the door to the apartment ajar on purpose, in case she would come to him. She did. He was deep into his arpeggios and scales, proceeding to some Bach, when she entered very quietly. She had a glass of wine in her hands and settled into a side chair to enjoy his playing. She wore only a short white silk robe, beneath which she was naked except for a pair of white bikini panties. She'd showered and felt fresh and was tired but eager to hear him play. He smiled at her, as he went through his practicing and shortly after she arrived, he began on some Bach. With the beautiful music wafting over her, Marissa sank into a kind of beautiful torpor and was soon asleep in her chair. She didn't hear him finish the Bach or didn't hear him stop his playing, practicing to go to where she slept on the chair. When he got to her, he simply reached down and picked her up in his arms to carry her home. "Oh, you've stopped!" she said in a sleepy voice. "Time to get the princess home," he said to her, bending to kiss her. "Liberties are allowed," she said sleepily to him and smiled into another kiss. Then she laid her head on his shoulder and dozed off again. "Maybe another time for the liberties," he said. "K," she said and "Time is it?" she asked in a still sleepy voice. "It's a quarter past midnight," he answered. "Time for this girl to be in bed," she said, "Beauty sleep!" "You're a beauty already," he said, kissing her forehead, and getting a dazzling smile from her. She gave him instructions to her bedroom and he finally got her there and sat her on the edge of the bed. She spread her arms wide, pulling the lapels of her silk robe open and smiled, still sleepy. "Off with this!" he said, "My chocolate lovely!" "Oh, is that what I am? Chocolate lovely?" she said softly. "Exactly! Beautiful like a Bach cello sonata!" "Ohhhhh!" she crooned, lying back on the bed now. "What's next?" she said, as her eyes began to flutter. He watched as she drifted into sleep. Christian smiled and pulled covers up to her chin. He wasn't exactly sure if he should stay or not but decided that he would. He went and closed up his apartment and came back, locking and closing off lights, as he went. Then he settled down in bed next to her, with her magnificent ass cheeks pushed up against him. He sighed and said to himself: "This is lovely! Not the way it was supposed to be but just lovely." He kissed her cheek and got only a sleepy mumbled response from her; then he slept himself. Marissa woke slowly the next morning. She had trained herself to be up in plenty of time for work. She woke and stretched, feeling really good and then a thought flashed across her mind: "Christian!" Her eyes popped open and she saw him smiling at her; he was raised, his head on his palm and his elbow supported by the mattress. "I fell asleep!" she said, chagrined, "Fine lover I am!" He smiled at her: "Wonderful is more like it!" "Did we?" she asked, and he shook his head 'no'. "It's part of the code: you don't with a woman who doesn't want to, is too drunk to make good decisions or falls asleep on you." "Oh," she said softly, "The code!" "Yep!" "But," she said looking around, "I smell . . ." "Coffee all ready and waiting for the sleeping beauty!" he smiled. "Oh, is that what I am today?" she asked. "Naked, chocolate, beautiful, warm! That's what you are, who you are!" "Ohhh," she said. "The most beautiful boss!" he went on. "Oh, I don't feel much like a boss; no head for drinking," she went on. "I'll remember that!" he laughed. "But the code!" she reminded. "Damn, yes," he said, feigning disappointment, "The code, I forgot." "Coffee, Marissa?" he asked. "It's so nice to hear you using my name, while I'm still in bed naked . . ." she said with a sigh. "And next time. . ." "Yes, next time! Out the window with the code!" he grinned. "Goodie! No code!" she said. "Black? Cream? Sugar?" he asked. "You mean me?" she said, giving him an impish grin. "Coffee, bad girl!" he said. "Black!" she said, grinning again. "You are such a handful!" he said, giving her the coffee. "Sally tells me that all the time!" Marissa said, sipping the coffee. He got up then and said: "Right back; don't go away." She looked at the clock: "No, I have a bit of time." He was soon back and carrying his cello. "Oh, how nice," she said with enthusiasm. He played for her, while she lounged on the bed, still naked and had her morning coffee. "This is positively wonderful!" she said, when he was done playing. He went to her then and kissed her, and said: "But I have to get ready for work!" "More later?" she asked softly. "Definitely!" was his answer as he went to get ready. She was in a fairly dreamy, if somewhat disturbed state, when she got to work. She tried to get right into it to sweep it all away and deal with it later but, of course, fooling Sally was a different matter. Sally's voice cut across her morning routine: "Okay, Marissa, tell me why you're swanning around today, and what's bothering the princess." "Swanning? Princess?" Marissa said with some disdain. "Swanning! Princess!" Sally repeated and stood with her hands on her hips waiting. "Oh, Sally," Marissa said finally, "It's so right and so wrong!" Sally went to her then and said: "Okay tell me about it, all of it." Sally got them coffee and, when she brought it, Marissa giggled. "Tell!" Sally said, and Marissa did. She went through the fact that she listened to him practice and play the night before and that she fell asleep! Sally hooted at that, while Marissa simply looked chagrined. "Nice romantic you are, falling asleep!" Marissa went on then to describe the morning and his getting coffee and playing again for her. "Sally, it was so wonderful! Truly, but I don't want us to be stuck there? I want . . .um . . ." "Some passion!?" Sally filled in for her. "Yes, help me here; I'm so out of my depth here. This isn't business, if it were, I'd be fine." "It's simple, Princess," Sally said, with true affection, "He's wooing you in the best way he knows how, sending you the signals. Now you send signals back and take it to the next level." "Fine but how?" Marissa said sighing. "Well, let's be blatant instead of subtle; the subtlety has gotten you this far on both your parts but now make a move!" They talked about it for a bit and did come up with a plan for Marissa to move the relationship on. In the afternoon, Marissa went shopping and had all that she needed, according to Sally's plan. She was going to present herself to Christian as the 'bad girl'. Sally coached her and she knew what she was supposed to do. Christian was puttering around his apartment, after work, when the drapes in Marissa's house opened. He stood and stared. Marissa's nerve failed her at the last minute. She just couldn't bring herself to present the 'sex bomb' ideal that she and Sally had in mind. She called Sally almost in despair and Sally gave her simple advice: "Look, you bought the things, so just wear them, part the drapes and show him. It'll be absolutely enough." "Think so?" Marissa asked. "Know so," was Sally's counsel. So, she was ready, when she parted the drapes in her bedroom. She saw immediately that he was watching. She walked out into the light of the window and he stared. She was wearing white heels, white thigh stockings, a white garter belt and a white bra, that was cut low allowing the top part of her breasts, as well as her dark nipples to show. She picked up the phone and called Christian. "Wow!" was how he answered the phone, when he saw that it was Marissa on the phone. "This is supposed to be a seduction," Marissa said in a soft voice. "I was supposed to be the bad girl with attitude and chickened out at the last minute. Sorry!" "Sorry?" he said with wonder, "You standing there looking like the sexiest, most alluring woman that I've ever seen and you're saying 'sorry'? I can hardly imagine what the bad girl thing would have been like. Marissa, you are beautiful beyond belief!" "Thank you!" she said. "And the seduction is working," he said next. "I'm about to rip the front of my pants." Marissa giggled and then Christian jumped into the conversation again: "Here's what we'll do. You get a chair and put the chair in front of the window." "Oh, yes," she said, "It works, when you tell me things, things to do!" "Good," he replied, "Get the chair." She set the phone down and was back in a few seconds with the chair. "Sit down and slump a little," he said, "I want to watch you play with yourself to an orgasm." "Ohhhhhhhh!" she replied, breathlessly now, "How wonderful." "Then I'm coming over there to show you that the seduction is a success," he said at last. "Now do it, Marissa!" "Yes, Christian, love!" she said and set the phone down and let a hand drift down to one of her dark brown, almost plum colored nipples, pulling at it, tweaking it a bit, and pinching ever so slightly. Her mouth dropped open with the effort's effect. Her eyes never stopped staring at his across the space between the buildings. The other hand got busy then and began the same kind of ministrations to the other nipple. She continued to play with one nipple and let her right hand wander down to her right thigh. She began to stroke the thigh, and pinch the nipple at the same time, letting her hand stray down closer and closer to her pubic triangle and her vagina. She let her head rest back with the effort a bit and heard him say over the phone, lying by her side: "Look at me, Marissa! This is a love thing! Look at me!" "Yes, yes," she said, gazing at him again and smiling, blowing an air kiss and shivering ever so slightly, as her fingers moved inside of her vaginal lips, stroking and teasing. She pinched the nipple a little harder at this point, while Christian sat and just watched. "Tell me what you want, Marissa!" he said. She heard him and was ready then; and, in a voice filled with lust, answered: "Your cock! Yes! Your white cock in my black mouth! In my black pussy, and, yes, in my ass! I want you everywhere. No boss here any more, no boss at all, just Marissa playing with herself because her Christian told her to and waiting for that white cock that she knows is coming to her soon." Christian was fairly overwhelmed by what she was saying and gave in to his own emotions: "I love you, Marissa, I love the chocolate of you and the perfection of your nakedness. Cum for me, Marissa and then I'll come over there and you can have the white cock!" Her fingers were moving faster at that point and she said with some difficulty: "Want it soon! Soon! Soon! . . .ahhhhhhhhhhh, cumming here, . . .yessssssss . . .cumming just . . . NOW!" She stopped shaking after a moment and suddenly he was there with her in the room. She turned and watched him crossing the room, naked and ready for her. "Mouth!" he said, with her understanding him totally. "Mouth!" she answered and opened her mouth for his erection. Thee was no more time to wait; the urgency was too strong with both of them. She grabbed him by the hips and opening her mouth, let his cock slide inside, then she clamped her lips on it and began to move her head. Her eyes were on him, and he was staring at her. "What happened to the boss?" he asked breathlessly. "Got a cock in her mouth!" she said. "Oh, yes!" he answered, rocking his hips back and forth. "Oh,yes!" "Cum where?" she asked. "Mouth," he said, "Swallow!" They were reduced to, it seemed, a one word vocabulary but it was working for them, as he sawed his hips back and forth, and slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Marissa loved it. At the very beginning, when the large, white cock was just in front of her face, the thought flashed across her mind: "It's been so long! But oh, yes, here he is now!" Christian tensed then and Marissa felt the cock swell just a bit in her mouth and he began to cum into her mouth. She worked, for a few seconds, feverishly to keep it in her mouth, and only some of it, as he spurted and spurted, crept out of her mouth and onto her chin. She ended licking the head of his cock and, grinning at him, using her finger to take the cum off of her chin and put it into her mouth also. "Tasty," she said to him at that point. "Now, tell me, Christian; just tell me! The music man names the tune!" she said with a smile. He went to the side of the room where she had the bedroom stereo and put some music on it. "Now dance with the music man, chocolate lady!" was his next statement, and with a sigh of joy, she melted into his arms and they danced, while she had her head lying down against his shoulder. The music they used was sweet and romantic. "Oh, this is so nice, Christian!" she said. "There is hardly a word for it," he said. When the song ended, she looked up at him, and could tell from his expression that he was going to do something else. "You going to report me to Sally tomorrow?" he asked. "Probably," she said, "She brow beats me!" "She brow beats you, but I'm going to eat you!" he said then and she let out a little squeal, as he picked her up and hauled her to the bed. When he had her on the bed, with her feet still on the floor, he moved in to her and lifted her thighs over his shoulders and began by licking her inner thighs. "Ohhhhhhh, yes!" she said, her head back. "Do that, and I'm yours!" "Good," he said to her and went back to licking the other thigh. From that point on, she made only inarticulate noises. There were no words from her until, he had her shaking and her head rolling back and forth. "Now," he said, and received a strained 'yes' from her. He moved and fitted himself into her and lay on top of her, and began to make love to her. After a bit he changed their position and got her in a 'doggie' position and came in behind her. Then he changed again and ended with Marissa seated on his erection and bouncing up and down. He finished, with both of them cumming, facing her and ended holding her close to him as she finished with a sigh. She whispered to him then: "Dinner? In? Out?" "In is fine, can I help?" he asked. "Why don't you practice, while I fix us steaks?" she asked, kissing him, "Oh," she continued, "And let me . . ." She jumped up and went to the bathroom and brought a wash cloth and towel to clean them off. He went, then, to get his cello and practiced, while she was getting the dinner ready: potatoes, steaks and salad, with some red wine. They decided on an early night, and he wanted to do some more practicing. Sally fairly swooped down on Marissa the next morning for details about how the "Christian Thing" was going. "Dirty details?" Marissa asked. "Of course! Tell!" Sally said. They were in the middle of those details, with Sally loudly complaining that she wasn't getting enough 'dirty details', when they heard someone enter the outer office. They were both giggling up a storm, when they saw Christian standing in the doorway, waiting to see Marissa. Just seeing him standing there, after their conspiring and conversation, sent them into gales of giggles. He looked in and smiled and said: "Boy am I in trouble." Sally got up and, holding her hand over her mouth from laughing, left the office. "Marissa," he said, with a smile. "Sorry, about that," Marissa said, "We are a terrible pair, when we get together." "None of my business, actually," he said, still grinning. "I'm here, Ms. Meers, with the Shipping Manifests. I wanted to show them to you. "Thank you, Christian," she said, rising and holding out her hand for them. The effect of the looks that they exchanged, altered the breathing of both of them. They stood and looked at one another for a few more seconds. "I'll look these over and get back to you, Christian," she said, and then remembered some of the conversation with Sally and what they had planned, and grinned again. Bach and Chocolate Christian only smiled and taking a pencil from his pocket, wrote on a pad on her desk: 'T.B.W.G.S.!' It sent Marissa into another gale of laughter, amplified by Sally, once she too was in the office. But the two women had hatched a plan for Marissa's next moves regarding Christian. It was early evening. Marissa had taken the time to have dinner with Sally, a thing that she did periodically. When she got home, she had some parcels and unpacked her things carefully. She was pleased to note, when she peeked out the curtain, that Christian was sitting in his kitchen and practicing. She got her things ready, and got herself ready, and then she opened the curtains. He looked up. She gave him a little wave and then produced a huge note pad and wrote on it: "DON'T LET ME DISTURB YOU, OKAY?" He shook his head 'yes', and practiced. She wrote next: "I'M GOING TO CHANGE, OKAY?" He shook his head 'yes' and practiced. She proceeded, while he not only practiced but watched intently, to take off her suit jacket and then blouse and skirt. She rolled down her stocking and took them off, and her shoes. It left her wearing her panties and bra. She smiled at him and gave him a little wave, getting a nod of the head from him, as he practiced. She removed her bra and then her panties. She did a twirl for him, getting a grin and a nod from him. Then she put on a tee shirt and a pair of panties. The tee shirt had emblazoned on it the words 'The Black Bitch'. She threw her arms out and showed it to him, and then turned around and, bending over, showed him the same words written on her butt. She looked at him and he shook his head 'no'! She wrote on the pad:"NO?" He shook his head 'no' and went on practicing. Then she took the panties and tee shirt off and threw them aside. Now she put on the panties and tee shirt that said: 'T.B.W.G.S.' She threw her arms up and out and he shook his head 'yes', as he practiced. She wrote onto the pad: "YES?" He shook his head 'yes', as she clapped her hands and jumped up and down in one place, with him looking at her and laughing. She wrote on the pad again then: "CHRISTIAN, I LOVE YOU!" She turned the pad to show him and he shook his head 'yes' and blew her a kiss. Next she wrote on the pad: "CHRISTIAN, PLEASE COME AND LIVE WITH ME? PLEASE! PLEASE!" She looked at him longingly. He had stopped the practicing now. She quickly scribbled a note onto the pad: "YOU CAN SPANK ME RIGHT NOW!" He shook his head 'yes' and got up from his chair, as she put her hand over her mouth and danced in one spot. He arrived in no time. Without another word, he went to her, dragging a chair behind him. He took her by the wrist and dragged her to the chair, sitting down himself and putting her over his lap. She squealed mightily, as he gave her about eight not so hard spanks. At the end of the 'spanking', she was off his lap and in his arms, kissing him. When the kiss was broken, she looked at him and said: "Please?" "Yes, of course," he answered, and kissed her again. "Oh, goodie!" she exulted, "It worked. Sally said it would. Can we convert the garage apartment to a music studio? I mean stereo equipment and whatever you need? Will you really live with me? Today, now! Right now?!" He was holding her and laughing as he gave his answers: "Yes, I will live with you, gladly, and right now, today! Yes, the idea about the garage apartment is wonderful! Now, come here." He had her down on the bed then and had her knees bent and her feet down by his side, as he slid his head into place to begin to kiss her pubic hair. She screeched a bit louder, when he ate her, than when he'd spanked her. He went from the eating to making love to her and they were both languid, when they were done. "Boy," she said to the dark room: "Spanked! Eaten! And Fucked! What could you possibly do to make it any better?" He was up in a second. He left her lying there naked on her bed, a vision of lovely, lovely chocolate colored woman!" "This!" he said, and launched into the Prelude from Bach's Cello Suite No 1. It made her cry! When he was done, she held her arms out to him, and he went to her, leaving his cello off to the side in a safe place. Except for closing up, which he did, they were in bed for the night. EPILOGUE: The next morning, they moved his things. It was a Saturday and they had the day. They converted the carriage house apartment and made him a studio for his music of it. It was a lovely place, and in later years, he periodically would have friends in to play string quartet music there. She always attended. He did get his dream job and left Marissa's company behind. He plays today for a major metropolitan symphony. They were married a year and a half later. The End