"Listen to me, you idiot!" Shavonne yelled into the telephone. "It’s over! I don’t want you anymore, can’t you understand that." She had finally taken all that she could handle. Her boyfriend, Edward, was someone she wanted to forget ever meeting. It was the last time she would lay there underneath him in the bed and fake it. After two years of dating this man, she was fed up with his self-righteous attitude.

Night after night, he would climb on top of her and roll around, only pleasing himself. She loved him, so she put up with it. After all, he was a very good provider. She didn’t want for anything. Edward provided everything. They lived in a five thousand square foot condo in Green Island Hills, wore the finest designer clothes, and had matching Mercedes Benz cars. He bought her all of the finer things in life. But the one thing he was lacking, something he could not buy, was intimacy.

Shavonne really did care for Edward, but for the first time in two years, she was questioning if she was really in love with him. After all, it was only weeks from her thirtieth birthday. She was the only one of her friends that hadn’t settled down and gotten married, or started a family. Her biological clock was ticking fast. It was running out. How much more time would she waste on him if she really didn’t love him?

When she arrived home, she went straight to her bedroom to slip into something more comfortable after she showered. She chose her red satin negligée. After showering, she decided to pour herself a glass of white wine to help relax. She didn’t want to be too anxious when Edward got home, because she didn’t want to second-guess herself when she told him it was over. She sat at on her sofa and fantasized about how it would feel to experience the true pleasures of lovemaking. She was so deep into thought, that she almost didn’t here the doorbell ring.

"Who is it?" she said, wondering who it could be at that time of the evening. After all, Edward didn’t want her friends coming over. He wanted all of her time spent with him.

"I have a delivery for Ms. Shavonne Lewis," the delivery guy said.

I looked through the peephole just to be on the safe side. There was a young gentleman standing there with his brown UPCS uniform on. "Damn he is fine!" I said to myself as I readjusted my robe. Because I was in such a hurry to get to the door, I grabbed the wrong one. I grabbed the one that didn’t have a belt on it, so I had to hold it closed with my hand. After giving myself the once over in the mirror, I opened the door.

"Sorry it took me so long to answer, I was just getting out of the shower" I said, as I felt the need to explain myself to a total stranger.

"No problem ma’am, I wasn’t waiting very long," he said, showing those straight white teeth, and that small dimple just below his right jawbone.

Even with his uniform on, I could tell that he took pride in his muscular body. I ought to be ashamed of myself, drooling over this kid. He couldn’t be a day older than twenty.

"Wait one moment, I’ll be right back," I said and turned to retrieve my purse.

I couldn’t let him leave without giving him a tip. When I returned, he was still standing there smiling. Damn! There ought to be a law against someone being that fine. His mom would have me thrown in jail for messing with him.

As I handed him the five-dollar bill, my robe fell open. I noticed it because the expression on his face changed immediately. It was as though he’d seen a ghost. I looked down to see what it was that had startled him. My breasts were showing through the lace on my teddy, and it didn’t have a crouch, so my neatly trimmed womanhood was in full view. It's funny though; even though I knew that I was exposed, I didn’t bother to close my robe back. The expression on his face was the one that I’d longed to see on Edward’s face.

Mr. Delivery Man dropped the envelope to the floor. I kneeled down to get it, and on my way back up, I noticed a huge bulge in his mid-section. That really turned me on. Before I knew it, I’d grabbed his hand, and led him to my bedroom. No questions asked.

I reached into the top drawer and got one of Edward’s condoms out. Mental note: replace condom ASAP! A missing condom isn’t something that I could easily explain away. We quickly made it over to my bed. I began to unzip his pants as he opened the condom. I laid back quickly, not wanting to wait any longer. Mr. Delivery man took his time though. He didn’t say a word, he just moved slowly and romantically.

He started kissing me along my neck, eyes, and finally my lips. I was getting so turned on by his delicate touch. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he made tiny circles around my erect nipples with his warm tongue. He began to work his way down further, finally reaching my womanhood. He worked my tiny jewel until I reached the ultimate orgasm. I had never experienced anything like that before in all of my twenty-nine years on this green earth.

After realizing that he’d satisfied me, he slowly worked his way back up on top of me. He took long, slow, circular strokes deep inside of me. With every rhythm, I met him, moving my hips back and forth. I could feel the pressure building up inside of me once again. Before I realized it, my volcano had erupted once again, and the hot lava from inside of me, made him reach his climax as well.

After our little session was over, he laid next to me caressing my body gently. I glanced over at the alarm clock on the table next to the bed. It read 6:45pm. I knew that Edward should be arriving home at any time, so he quickly got up and got dressed. We made our way back into the living room just in time. I heard Edward’s key turning lock on the door. I reached into my purse again, and pulled out another twenty dollars, and handed it to Mr. Delivery Man. He accepted it with that killer smile.

Edward came through the door with his hands full of packages, so I went over to him to help him out. Mr. Delivery man came to help as well.

"Oh, I see you must have gotten the package I sent you for our anniversary," Edward said to me as Mr. Delivery Man left.

"I most definitely did, and I really enjoyed it" I responded, winking my eye at Mr. Delivery Man as he turned and walked away.

"I was just about to take a shower when he showed up with the package, so I’m going to do that now, and when I’m finished, I will cook dinner," I said without waiting for an answer.

As I was taking my shower, all I thought about was what had just happened. As I began to wash myself, I could still feel a tingling sensation down inside from the pleasure I’d just experienced. I was so caught up in the pleasure, that I didn’t even bother to get Mr. Delivery Man’s name. Oh well, maybe that’s what I’ll call him, Mr. Delivery Man.

Edward and I sat down to eat dinner and make small talk. As usual, he complained about his boss and everything else that went on at work. I found myself drifting off down memory lane. I could see those muscles bulging out of that brown uniform. I could remember those straight white teeth, and that cute little dimple. I could still smell the scent of pleasure rolling around my nostrils.

Later that night, we went to bed, and I faked it once more. It was okay this time, though, because I’d experienced enough pleasure on that day to last me a couple of weeks at least.

"Honey, I forgot to tell you, I have another package that should be arriving tomorrow, should I mail it to my office, or will you be here to get it for me? Edward asked me.

"Have it mailed here, sweetheart, I will be home by then, and it would be my pleasure!" I said, as I turned my back to him and smiled to myself. "It will be no problem at all!"

The next day at work, all I could do was think about the wonderful time I had the evening before. I’d never done anything like that in my life. Maybe that’s why it felt so good. The thought of Edward walking in on us was, itself, and adventure. The risk that was involved made it that much more intense. The thrill of being touched by a complete stranger. It was dangerous, and maybe even a little sleazy, but men have done it for years.

I did all of my work without taking a break. I wanted to make sure that when the clock struck four thirty, I wanted to be on my way out the door.

"Damn, it’s only two-fifteen!" I said, not even realizing that Bertha, one of my co-workers, had just walked in.

"Talking to yourself again, huh," she said waving her hands in front of my face to break my trance.

"I’m sorry, Bertha, I just have a lot on my mind," I said.

"Have things gotten any better with you and Edward?" she asked.

"Same shit, different day! After pondering with it for months, I finally told him that it was over yesterday. I care about him and all, but sometimes that just isn’t enough. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. When Fred and I first got together, our love life wasn’t anything to brag about, but after talking about it and with a little kinky experimenting, we’ve gotten past that. Our love life is wonderful now," Bertha said, kind of starring off into space.

It was almost as though she was reliving the moment as she was talking. That was the kind of look that I wanted to have on my face when I thought about me and Edward’s relationship. In the beginning, I felt exactly the way Bertha must be feeling right now. Yes, Edward and I have had hundreds of conversations about the lack of intimacy in our relationship. I tried to be subtle at first, and ease it into our conversations, but he isn’t someone that can take a hint very easily. You have to just say what you mean.

"I have always been honest with Edward about my feelings. I just don’t know if he even wants things to change. I want him to satisfy me like…" before I could finish the sentence, I caught myself. My little one nightstand with Mr. Delivery Man was my little secret, and I wanted it to stay that way.

"I know that look on your face, Von! Who is he?

I couldn’t lie to Bertha. She was like a sister to me, and I really valued her opinion. I know that she wouldn’t tell me anything wrong. Our relationship was a very good one, and I didn’t want her to start thinking any less of me because of what I’d done. That’s why I hadn’t mentioned it to her in the first place. The look on her face told me that she wasn’t going to just let this conversation die down anytime soon. I finally gave in.

"Well when I got home last night, this delivery guy came to the door-"

She cut me off.

"You go girl!" she yelled, giving me a high-five. I was stunned.

I went on to tell her about the events that had transpired the night before. I was surprised to learn that she’d had a similar experience. As it turned out, Frank started out as a one night stand, but when she ran into him six months later, they hooked up and have been together every since. That was four years ago.

"It just felt so good to have someone make me feel so complete. The feel of his hands all over my body was wonderful. His soft touch in my most delicate parts made me feel things that I have never experienced before in my life. And girl, that tongue of his made me feel like I’d died and gone straight to heaven!"

We both gave one of our girlfriend laughs.

"I feel you. Frank can work his tongue like that too!

We laughed again.

"Well, Edward is waiting on another package to be delivered tonight. I can’t wait to see if it’s going to be the same guy," I said like a lovesick teenager.

"You don’t have to wait, I’ll call Edward for you and find out who’s delivering the package," said Bertha.

"Don’t you think that he will find that kind of weird," I asked her.

"Not at all! I will tell him that I have a package that I want delivered, and that you told me how great the service was at UPCS."

I stood there in awe. I didn’t think that Bertha had a sneaky bone in her body. I guess I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did.

"Hold on," she said as she hit the speed dial button on my telephone that said Edward in big, bold, capital letters. Before I could say a word, his secretary was transferring the call.

"Hello?" I would know that voice anywhere.

"Hey Edward, this is Bertha."

"Hey you, I haven’t seen you in months! How are things going with you and Frank?"

"Things couldn’t be more wonderful. You may be hearing wedding bells next year," she said, making small talk.

"Well congratulations!"

"Thank you. Listen, I have a special package that I need delivered with care, and Von told me that you have a company that you use, and that they have wonderful customer service. Could you give me the number to the office that you use?"

"Sure! I wouldn’t use anyone other that UPCS. I have never had a problem with them, and I have been using them for the past six years. Everyone over there knows me. I use the office over on Buena Vista Road. The number is 555…..I always request Dexter. He’s real good, and has never delivered a damaged package."

"Thank you," said Bertha. "You don’t know how much help you have been to me. My grandmother has been dying to get this new china set she saw on the internet, and I’m going to surprise her with it. It cost me a pretty penny, and I don’t want anything to happen to it." She offered him her thanks and said goodbye.

"Wow, I can’t believe it! That was so easy. Tell me, how did a person as nice and as sweet as you are, get so devious?"

"Honey, when you’ve gone through all the shit and games that I have, you either learn how to play the game or you get played!"

Great! I knew that it was going to be the same Delivery Company that was going to bring the package, and unless something happened, Mr. Delivery Man, I mean Dexter, would be the one to bring it.

I kissed Bertha on the cheek and asked her to cover for me if anyone asked where I was.

On my way home, I stopped by the mall and did a quick dash into Victoria’s. I had plenty of lingerie, but I wanted something special to wear just in case Dexter was willing to take me to that special level once again. I went with a peach colored number with a matching bottle of body spray. I wanted to smell good enough to eat-literally.

When I arrived home, I headed straight to the shower. I didn’t check to see if there were any messages on the answering machine as usual. I didn’t have time. I wanted to make sure that I was dressed and ready when Dexter arrived. I put on my glass pump slide-ins with the white feathers on top.

When the doorbell rang, my heart skipped a beat. I can’t explain why this complete stranger made me feel this way. After all, it was just good sex. Awe hell, it was wonderful sex. Make you want to slap your mama, good sex.

"Snap out of it!" I said to myself as I reached for the doorknob. I looked out of the peephole, and there he was. Looking as good as ever. I did a once over, and proceeded to open the door.

"I have a package for Ms. Shavonne Lewis," he said showing those to die for, pearly whites.

"Please, call me Von, all of my friends do. Please come in."

"I don’t mind if I do. I made this my last delivery of the day, so that I wouldn’t have to rush this time," he said as I admired those deep dimples of his.

The second encounter was more exciting than the first. It was so deep and intense, that I didn’t hear Edward come in. I had my eyes closed with my head swinging from side to side as I enjoyed the feelings of pleasure from deep within me. I was sitting on the edge of my bed with Dexter’s head perched right between my opened legs. I began to moan and call out his name louder and louder.

"What the hell!" I heard a male voice say. When I opened my eyes, I saw someone standing in my half-opened, bedroom door. It was Edward. Dexter quickly jumped up, grabbing the comforter all in one motion. Edward turned and left, without saying another word. I didn’t know what to do. I stood there, butt naked, without a clue. I glanced over at Dexter who was, by now, putting his clothes back on.

"I’m sorry," he replied.

"You don’t need to apologize about anything. I should have ended that relationship a long time ago. It was time," I said, not regretting one moment that I’d shared with Dexter.

I grabbed my robe, and I went to check and make sure the door was locked. I double locked it just in case Edward returned. Even if he used his key, he wouldn’t be able to get in because I locked both chain locks. Just to be on the safe side, I called downstairs to the front desk and informed them that Edward no longer had access to the condo. They made a note in the security log.

I returned to my room and found Dexter completely dressed, and on his way up the hall to meet me.

"Now where are you going?" I asked. "No need to rush, we have all night," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back into my bedroom. We’ve only just begun."

I laid him back onto the bed, and stripped him of all his clothing, and climbed on top of him.

"Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" I said, in my Mae West-sexy voice.

"I think you were about to rock my world," he said with a devilish smile on his face.

The next morning, Dexter and I showered together. I offered to make him breakfast, but he took a raincheck. He had to be to work by seven, and I had to get dressed as well. He left shortly before six. I walked him to the door, and kissed him gently on those beautiful pink lips of his. We agreed to meet for dinner later on that evening.

On my way back into the kitchen, I noticed that the light on the answering machine was blinking. The telephone hadn’t rang since I got home last evening, so the message must have been there before I came home on yesterday. I pressed the play button.

"Hey Baby, it’s me, Ed, I’m just calling to let you know that I will be home early tonight, so you don’t have to stick around and wait on that package for me. See you soon. Bye."

I began to feel bad because he’d seen me like that. I didn’t regret doing what I’d done because I’d told him that our relationship was over. Therefore, I wasn’t cheating on him. I was, however, concerned about his feelings.

After a week had passed, I stopped by Edward’s office to let him know that I’d packed all of his belongings, and that he could come and get them at his earliest convenience. His secretary told me that he was in with a client, and that she would give him the message. The secretary got up and left the office to get a package from the mailroom. I heard the buzzer on the telephone. I looked around to see if she was back yet. She wasn’t. The telephone buzzed again. I went over and pressed the red button that was glowing like a Christmas tree light bulb.

"Susie, please hold all of my calls, this may take a while," Edward said.

I began to get curious. Who was so important that he was willing to tie up the rest of the afternoon with? Before I knew it, I’d walked over to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. That made me even more curious. I had a key to his office on my key ring, so I took it out and opened the door quietly. I saw Edward leaning back against his desk; eyes closed, with a slim, blonde girl down on her knees with her head bouncing in and out right at his mid-section. From the expression on his face, I knew exactly what was going on.

"I’m sorry Ms. Shavonne, but you can’t go in there," Susie said.

Edward’s eyes flew open from shock. The girl jumped up, wiping her mouth with her hands. I couldn’t get mad. I had no reason to. He was going on with his life just as I had. I simply turned to leave, but before I could get out of the door, I turned back around facing Edward and spoke.

"I guess this means we’re even, huh?"

The look in his eyes gave me the answer I needed.

Dexter and I continued our relationship. I’d finally found the love and intimacy that I had, for so long, desired. Edward and I are now on speaking terms. He and the blonde girl, from that day, are now happily engaged. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, after nine months of dating, Dexter and I got married three months ago. I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful man. He may not make six figures like Edward, but he treats me like a million dollars. Besides, I just got a promotion at work, and I make six figures myself.