Bryce rushed out of the apartment building trying to get home quick to shit, shower, and shave before having to come back downtown to meet Ebony at eight o’clock. What he had on was decent, but he wanted to be extra clean and sharp for Ebony. Plus he also wanted to make a couple of business calls about an upcoming club concert he was hired to promote. It was his biggest job yet, so everything had to be perfect. The music industry can be really cut-throat, every man for himself is the attitude. Bryce is still waiting on the deposit from the artist’s manager.
Rushing through the turnstile, he made the D Train just before the doors closed. Trying to catch his breath, he looked around the car for a seat, when low and behold! Magdalena was sitting in the corner looking right at him with those big brown beautiful eyes. Immediately, Bryce was aroused. What are the chances of me running into her twice in one day? Especially when before today we had never even met. He walked over to her, but there wasn’t an available seat next to her. So, he stood in front of her and held onto the handrail over head.
"Hey, girl, twice in one day, eh? Cupid is definitely working overtime."
"I know, right? Are you just getting off work?" she asked.
"Yeah, I’m just headed home to take care of some loose ends with a club promotion I’m working on," he replied.
"Oh, I see. I bet your work keeps you out all hours of the night, right?" she asked.
"Yeah, but the dough makes up for all the late hours."
While looking down at her, he couldn’t help but notice the plunging neckline of her blouse. Her cleavage made him become fully erect. He tried to adjust his stance so, it wasn’t noticeable but Magdalena noticed how Bryce eyed her breasts so she tried to nonchalantly adjust her blazer to cover up.
"I hear you, papi. It’s all about the Benjamins, right?" she replied, while letting out a chuckle.
"Magda, you got a man?"
"No, not at the moment," she replied.
"I love your name by the way. It’s so exotic. Ummm, Magda, do you feel like spending some time with me tonight? I mean, not at my crib or anything. We could go have some coffee, a drink, or whatever you want to do. I want you to feel comfortable because I’m feelin’ you, girl."
Damn! I can’t believe those words just came out my mouth!
"Wow, Bryce, this is so unexpected. Shouldn’t you be taking care of your business tonight. I don’t want to take you away from that," she replied.
"Don’t worry about that. Just say that you’ll hang with me tonight."
"This is kinda off the hook. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to try something once. I’m game. Where you wanna go?" she asked.
Damn, I didn’t expect for her to say yes. Where will I take her?
By this time, the train had pulled into the 125th Street stop. So, they got off and went back downtown. From there, they took another train all the way to Brooklyn Heights and walked along the promenade. They talked and walked all night, holding hands. They even found a secluded bench, where they snuggled and were all over each other. She was pressed up against him so close that he felt her nipples getting aroused through her silk blouse. He was fully erect and there was no way he could even think about holding back. He had to have her, and from the sounds of her moans, Bryce knew that she wanted him too. Bryce leaned back on the bench, and Magdalena straddled and rode him like her life depended on it. He made sure not to ejaculate inside her, but after they were done, he regretted not having a condom. Still, it was the best sex he had in a long time.
Afterwards, they were hungry, so they had dinner at a little Italian restaurant on Montague Street. Bryce ordered penne a la vodka, and Magda ordered the eggplant parmesan, and they drank two bottles of Chardonnay. As they sat there enjoying the late night dinner, Bryce realized that he stood Ebony up!
Oh shit! I got so caught up with Magdalena, I totally forgot about Ebony.
It was 8:35 p.m. Damn, what am I going to do? She’s probably so pissed off right now, and to make it even worse, I didn’t even have her number to call and let her know I wasn’t coming.
At Ebony’s apartment
Bryce is fine as hell. Would it be so bad if we had a fling? He has a job, he’s not a bum, but hopefully he aspires to be more. I think I might want to get to know him a little better. But Damn! …Here it is 8:35pm and Bryce still hasn’t shown up. Strike one!
The attire for the night was casually sexy. Ebony had on a lavender satin camisole, fitted cropped white blazer, her favorite pair of black Seven jeans, metallic silver strappy sandals, and silver clutch handbag. Her hair was flowing beautifully down her shoulders, subtly showing off her two-carat diamond studs. Her outfit was perfect for a casual night of dinner and drinks.
She plopped down on the couch and turned on the television to a "Sex and the City" re-run. While flipping through channels she thought about calling down to the security desk and trying to get a contact number for Bryce. She didn’t think she really needed one this morning because he didn’t seem like the type to stand her up. Honestly, Ebony didn’t even remotely think of the possibility of anybody standing her up; it was just under heard of as far as she was concerned. Who does that?
She decided not to break her neck to get his number.
Fuck it! I can’t believe that muthafucka stood me up! He has already gone well over the half-hour grace period and if he shows up now, I won’t go… just out of principle. Damn Bryce, why’d you have to fuck up on the first try?
She took off her jeans and sandals and decided to just lounge in her camisole and panties, popped some popcorn, and watched "Sex and the City". She felt some comfort watching those white women go through the same bullshit that she was going through. It must’ve been a "Sex and the City" marathon because she fell asleep, woke up about three hours later, and the show was still on! She turned the television off, curled up on the couch, and went back to sleep wondering what could’ve happened to Bryce.
