It was a cold and lonely night... no actually it was a warm and sultry night. The darkness was illuminated by the glow of the lights from the light poles standing like sentries in the parking lot of my apartment complex. The evening had began like so many others had before with me trying to gather some energy to tackle the history and English homework for the early morning classes that would follow the next day.

I spent the weekend trying to catch up with a former flame, Theresa. Maybe flame isn't the right word; she was more like a distant flash of lightning on a hot summer afternoon. You thought you saw it in the distance but you heard no thunder. Theresa, the old bolt of lightning was back in town visiting friends. We had talked on the phone and I had even been foolish enough to go visit her hoping that maybe after months since her graduation that she would have changed. But, six months had not brought any transformation in her snotty attitude. I knew that such a short period of time wouldn't have made a difference but when you're young, horny and still technically a virgin, you'll do almost anything to taste the sexual fruits that black females have to offer.

As I returned home around midnight and made my way up the stairs to my apartment with the frustrating thoughts of my encounter with Theresa still at the forefront of my mind, I had forgotten about Duane and his houseguests. Duane, my roommate, a smooth-talking, conniving, "Nigolo" as he called himself, was entertaining two of his friends from Maryland who were in town for the Delta's convention.

"Clark, this is Chelsea and Kim, my homegirls from Baltimore," he said as soon as I had appeared through the door.

"Hello," I said in my most bass sounding voice, "pleased to meet you." My cursory glance at both of the women was very rewarding to my eyes. Chelsea sat on the edge of the easy chair as she helped Kim, who was sitting on the floor, roll her hair. I made a polite exit to my room to deposit my things and open my mail. Returning to the living room, Duane gave me a brief and comical history of their encounters when they all attended the University of Maryland and before he transferred down here to DuBois College.

Chelsea was attending Georgetown for graduate school and was working on her MBA. I had immediately sized her up since she had many of the qualities that catch a black male's eye. Long brown hair, ample bust, nice looking legs, pretty face and fair skin. Not that I would limit myself exclusively to redbones but her cream-colored skin was very alluring.

Kim, on the other hand, was brown-skinned and nice-looking too. But with her hair up in rollers and in her sitting position it was hard to assess her physical assets but she appeared to have potential. Kim, who now lived in Prince Georges County was working as an apprentice broker at E.F. Hutton in DC.

Both young ladies seemed to express interest in my pursuit of a degree in Architecture and we chatted politely until they indicated that they were ready for bed. Duane showed them to his room, which he had turned over to them for the week. Although he was seeing someone at the time, I wondered which one would he make a play for tonight. Duane wasn't going to pass up a situation like this if he was given a chance. I'm sure it would be Chelsea since she almost fit his ideal woman which he had described on numerous occasions during our bull sessions. I'm sure I would find out the next day. Duane was always happy to relate the details of his sexual conquests. Who was I to not listen to these stories since not much was happening for me in that department. Not that I wasn't trying but I guess between school, work, and my laid-back demeanor, most women weren't beating down my door.

I arrived home the next evening about 10 p.m. from my part-time job at the art supply store and the girls were preparing to go out for the night. Since this was their first time "Down South" and in this growing metropolis, they were eager to get out on the town.

Duane pulled me off to the side to urge me to go out with them. Not that he was so eager for me to join them but since I had a car and he didn't, my transportation would make things easier for everyone. I finally relented and decided that this might be the golden opportunity to get to know Chelsea.

I dug through my closet to try and find the perfect outfit that would impress the ladies but I didn't have much to choose from. When you're a junior in college, your wardrobe consists mostly of jeans and khaki pants. But being the church-going person that I was, I did have three suits to choose from. I selected the black. Always bet on black I'd heard.

I finished well ahead of the ladies and eventually they emerged from Duane's room. Chelsea made her entrance wearing a red dress that plunged provocatively at the neckline. Her light brown skin looked beautiful in the bright lights of the living room. But, Kim caught me off guard. She was gorgeous. Her dark brown hair was now combed out and cascaded down her back. In the light, her skin radiated and the caramel brown smoothness looked like honey flowing from a mahogany bowl. To top it all off, the girl had dimples that you could lose your thoughts in. Duane teased them about taking three hours to get ready and Kim flashed him a dimple-punctuated smile and elbowed him in the ribs.

"Clark, you look nice" said Kim.

"Thank you and I must return the compliment," I say trying to sound distinguished. "You look really nice too, Chelsea." Surely that would win me some brownie points with Chelsea. She smiled and soon we were all herded out the door by Duane who was raring to go.

We all headed downtown to one of the city's premier black discos. The Diplomat's Club was already crowded as we waded though the crowd dancing to Funkadelic's "One Nation Under A Groove." Fortunately, we were able to find some available seats at a table. Carlton, a mutual friend of ours, was already there and he joined us at the table. We both engaged in friendly competition for the attention of the two women. At first, it seemed that Carlton couldn't decide which one he was really interested in; although I was still fascinated with Chelsea. Duane immediately headed to the bar to get some drinks while Carlton quickly invited Chelsea out to the dance floor. The boy didn't waste any time singling out Chelsea.

"So, how's it coming along in your studies?" Kim shouted over the loud music. I leaned closer to respond. Her perfume was a soft fragrance that was intoxicating to the senses.

"It's coming along okay. I hope to graduate on time next year," I said. "So, how do you like working for E.F. Hutton?" I asked.

"It's great" she replied. "I hope to finish my apprenticeship this summer."

"Does everyone really listen when EF Hutton talks?" I asked trying to be witty. At least the music didn't stop and no people froze in place like the commerical.

She looked at me quizzically and then flashed those wonderful dimples. We continued our conversation and eventually branched off into the differences between the North and the South. She poked fun at my being from Alabama and continued to ask me all of the stereotypical questions about the South: going barefoot, living on a farm, swimming in the creek, etc., etc. She seemed surprised when I informed her that I had lived in Cleveland at one point in my life and she was definitely shocked when I told her a lot of things about Baltimore that only someone who had visited there would know. During lulls in the conversation, she would pretend to watch the people on the dance floor but I would catch her looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I felt a little uncomfortable when she did that but each time I saw her dimples I wanted to just reach out and caress her face.

The others had gotten into their own conversations and Carlton was doing all that he could to make a play for Chelsea. Duane was standing near the dance floor talking to some guys he seemed to know. Kim and I danced on several fast tunes but each time a slow record came on I was reluctant to ask her to the floor. I hadn't slow danced since high school and I wasn't about to see if I remembered how with her.

One-thirty had come and gone and Chelsea leaned over to us and asked us were we ready to leave. I'd forgotten all about my initial attraction to Chelsea, since Kim now held me rapt. I had really enjoyed talking to Kim and I didn't want the magic that seemed to swirl around in the air to end. But, even I was getting tired and knew that the hour was getting late and I did have school in the morning.

It's amazing how refreshed I became once we got home especially since Kim seemed so alert and vibrant. We sat on the edge of my bed and talked while we played backgammon. Since everything had gone so well earlier and Kim seemed to really be interested in me I wondered if this was going to be "the night." We played several rounds and Kim would lean back against the headboard and her words got slower and slower as she drifted off. I finally looked at my watch and realized that it was almost 5 a.m. I hadn't slept and I hadn't made any attempts at getting her into bed. Man, was I stupid or what. No, I was just being a gentleman like I was taught. No sex on the first night. That was my unspoken motto. Kim stood up and stretched. I watched as her firm breasts rose and fell as she raised and lowered her arms to awaken herself.

"I'd better let you get some sleep, Clark. Clark..." she said repeating my name. "I just love that name. Clark bar," she said laughing. I smiled at her reference to the candy bar.

"Well, thank you for a wonderful evening...and morning." she said chuckling and still yawning as she poked me playfully on the shoulder. I wasn't sure if she had expected something to happen but she didn't appear to be too disappointed.

Throughout the day at school and at work, my thoughts were constantly on Kim. I hoped and even prayed that she would still be interested in me when I got home that night or that none of Duane's other friends had come by and already made a play for her. I couldn't wait for 9:30 to arrive so that I could lock up the art store and get home. I may have set the world's driving record for my trip home. I even found myself going the wrong way down a one-way street but luckily no cars were coming at the time.

I was somewhat relieved when I saw that no other male was there. One of Duane's female friends, Rita, who lived in one of the buildings in our apartment complex, was over and she was joining them that night when they went out. The affair that night was being hosted by the Delta's. Kim made some smart remarks about my looking kinda beat yet she asked me was I going with them. But as much as I wanted to be with her that night I told her I had to study for an exam that I had the next day. I didn't want her to know that I really needed to get some sleep.

Duane suggested I give him my car keys and he would drop them off at the hotel. Duane had tried numerous times to use my car in the past but because he had banged up Carlton's car on three different occasions, I was hesitant to let him use it this time. Since I hardly had the energy to drive them myself, I finally relented. Since he had the women with him I hoped that he would drive carefully.

My head couldn't hit the pillow quickly enough and my dreams came immediately. I dreamt about Theresa and Chelsea but surprisingly Kim never appeared in the dream. However, I did hear what sounded like her voice echoing in the distance.

"Clark bar... Clark bar... are you asleep?" said the voice softly. I groggily came to life and realized it wasn't a dream. Kim was standing at the doorway to my bedroom. I quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said softly flashing a sensuous smile.

"That's alright. I was half-awake anyway. What time is it?" I asked.

"It's about three a.m." she said. "Do you want to play a few rounds of backgammon?" I thought that was a dumb question to be asking at that hour but hey, I wasn't about to complain. When a beautiful black woman wearing a blue satiny dress is standing over you with big brown eyes, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that a brother will wake up immediately. And other things will stir, too.

"Yeah, that'll be cool," I said getting to my feet. Still in a daze I wondered why she wanted to play backgammon at this unusual hour. I stumbled past her to head to the john. "Excuse me, I'll be right back."

When I returned she had the board set up and was shaking the dice and smiling. I noticed that her blue dress had very thin straps that draped enticingly across her caramel shoulders and revealed just enough cleavage to make me become wide-awake. I turned on the radio and almost as if it was planned the deejay was playing something smooth and seductive. Well, that's because that's what he always played at three in the morning.

Each time Kim rolled the dice, she would lean toward me to pick them up and I could see her braless breasts loom before my eyes. I shifted around on the bed to loosen the confinement that my gym shorts were having on my now growing hardness. It seemed that we weren't really talking about anything in particular at that point but I knew that I couldn't blow my opportunity this time. I sat there planning how to make my move. We continued the game and she continued her display.

At some point during the second or third game she came at me with an unexpected remark.

"I heard you are a vampire," she said with a wicked smile on her face.

My mind raced to think what would make her say something like that. Was it based on some story that she might have gotten from one of the guys. Duane? Carlton? I couldn't recall any event that would cause them to say I was a vampire. I don't think I had another secret side to me that only came out at night but I had to have a retort for a statement like that.

"Why, because I like to bite women on the neck?" I said as I leaned over and feigned a vampire bite on her neck and she scrunched up her shoulders and giggled as if it tickled.

Her friendly response to that was my cue and I began to kiss her slowly along the nape of her neck and she slowly fell back against the pillow. One of the straps had fallen from her shoulder and I eased the other strap down from the other shoulder to reveal her full, heaving brown breasts. My kisses moved slowly down her warm chest to the delectable chocolate-capped nipples waiting to be sampled. Kim murmured some undecipherable words in my ear and I took it as a message of approval. My hands roamed across her chest and found the other breast. I then moved to the other nipple waiting its turn at my tongue's ministrations.

Kim's warm breath could be felt along the lobe of my ear and her hot tongue flashed at the labyrinthine folds of my ear. My manhood surged to it's rightful place among the great rigid monuments of the world. I paused to take in the view of those beautiful breasts and to make sure that this was really happening. She sat up to pull her dress over her head and I removed my T-shirt. I walked over and turned off the light and closed the door which until now had been providing an opportunity for the remainder of the housemates, who still were stirring in the distant background, to share in our amorous activities.

The music segued from Earth, Wind & Fire's "Be Ever Wonderful" to the O-Jay's "Stairway to Heaven" as we returned to our supine position and I resumed my kisses to her neck. This time I worked my way upwards and found her soft lips awaiting my arrival. Our tongues met in a rapturous collision and the erotic textures were ever so sweet to the taste.

Repeatedly, I would swirl my tongue deep into her mouth and Kim would do the same to me. Her perfume was the perfect aphrodisiac for our emotional and erotic coupling. From her lips to her dimples my tongue coursed its way over her silky brown skin. I lightly kissed her eyebrows and smooth forehead. Descending back to her lips for a tender kiss, I caressed her breasts as she fondled my turgid penis. My mind was filled with happy thoughts of how wonderful that felt even through the fabric of my shorts and briefs. My own hands had never been adequate enough and never would be again.

Slowly, I moved from her mouth to each breast taking time to make sure both were allotted equal attention. My hands probed beneath the waistband of her black panties to find the soft hairs of her smoldering mound. For me, this was unexplored territory. Never had I reached this point before.

Licking downward from her breasts, I left a moist trail that led to the smooth crater of her navel and she moaned as my tongue delved into the warm crevice. I nuzzled her navel with my nose and moved even lower. I gripped the band of her panties with my teeth and pulled downward. She grasped the edges as she arched and raised up to slide them past her hips. The thick forest of dark hair covered her mound and her brown thighs still hid her treasure that was waiting to be discovered. I paused for a few moments to admire how smooth and rich the color of her body looked. I felt Kim's hands reach for the drawstring to my gym shorts and I sat up to unfasten them. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed both shorts and briefs in one quick movement. Two bodies finally unveiled with no pretensions left to hide behind. Prior to this moment I had always been rather embarrassed to display my nakedness but now it seemed so natural and liberating.

I returned to my position beside her and she rolled me over onto my back. Kim began her own trail of kisses and tongue-lashings. Her tongue flicked across my nipples and her hands caressed my shoulders and arms. She moved down to my navel and she took my penis softly into her hand and gradually stroked up and down on the shaft. The illumination from the street light outside cast shadows of my penis across my stomach and chest as she worked it with her hands. A warm wetness caressed the head of my penis and I realized it was her tongue. I tried to stifle a moan but the sensations were too much. She enveloped the entire head into her mouth which felt so hot and soft. Her head bobbed up and down in time to the song on the radio, which made the mood so sensuous and charged.

"Here we go...climbing the stairway to heaven..."

The lead singer rolled the words off of his tongue and Kim was doing the same to my manhood. I stroked her backside and was so amazed at how soft and firm it was. She continued to suck up and down and flick her tongue around my penis. She even attempted to deep throat it but she would only get so deep. I was doing everything I could to keep from climaxing so I pulled her back down to the bed.

I stood up on my knees and looked at her as she lay before me so erotically. I rubbed my hand through her thick bush and I could feel the moistness of her vagina as my fingers probed into her orifice. I slowly worked my finger into the wet depths of her sex. She spread her legs open as my fingers stimulated her pleasure center. I leaned down and tongued her navel again and I was trying to make my mind up about performing oral sex on her. She had been very eager to fellate me so I decide to reciprocate.

At that moment my thoughts went back to the numerous times, Duane had talked about "taking the plunge" or "eating at the Y" and other euphemisms for cunnilingus. I kneeled down between her awaiting thighs and ran my tongue along her glistening labia. The musky scent and salty taste was very arousing. Each time that my tongue hit her spot she would moan and arch her body closer to my face. I soon found the right zones that really was getting to Kim and she clamped her thighs tightly against my head and held me in place. The wetness of her womanhood and the heavy breathing made my penis even harder. She slowly released the pressure against my head and now I was ready to go to the point of no return.

I moved upward on top of her and rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva. Everything was so moist that it made the entry less difficult than I thought it would be but the tightness was amazing. I began to stroke slowly trying to savor the sensations. The heavy burden of being a virgin had finally been lifted from my mind. This act of intercourse with a real person was far better than the many times I had masturbated thinking about this moment. Our movements became fluid as she pressed her body tightly against mine. Our lips found each other again and we kissed passionately as our rhythmic movements continued. Kim stroked my back as I continued to plunge into the enveloping contours of her searing womanhood.

She whispered what sounded like Greek, Hebrew and maybe Zulu in my ear as our bodies sparred with one another in an attempt to reach the heights of intensity that have never been scaled before. The intoxication of unleashed pleasure caused my head to spin and I felt like I was on a swing going higher and higher.

"We're enraptured in the glow of love...love... loooovvvvveeeeee..." Changes' "The Glow of Love" brought the right mood to our love-making session.

Soon the erotic climes to which we soared would become our cruising altitude. We had spoken few words since the vampire remark but now she began to chant "Clark bar...Clark bar." This cadence was so erotic, so sensual, it was like a dream that I could have never conceived. Our rhythm became so natural it was as if had been destined to unite.

Her words became more guttural and I realized that she must nearing her ultimate point of ecstasy. I struggled to hold off my own climax and she began to call out: "I'm coming, ooh it's so good." Her words pushed me too close to the edge and I then didn't care whether she was at the point or not, I knew that I couldn't back off from the precipice from which I would gladly fall. My own sounds were foreign to me as I groaned in complete sublime. She pulled at my buttocks to make my strokes more intense as she finally reached her sexual crescendo. I could feel the releases into the depths of her inferno as my climax began to come to a close. Kim continued her heaving at our connection and I tried to savor the last strands of my orgasm.

When we both had fully returned to earth, I pulled her close to my chest and held her in my arms. I glanced at the clock and it was well after 5 am. Our passionate coupling had spanned almost two hours yet it seemed to end too quickly. Kim moved over to kiss me again and I heard her whisper "thank you" so sweetly. "No, thank you" I echoed. For little did she know or maybe she did, but she had made me one happy fellow. We both lay there enraptured in the glow of love.