The Girl at the Library

From the instant he saw the tall black girl in the library, Will wanted to fight her. Specifically, he wanted to box her.
The girl had long, strong-looking arms, bare to her shoulders in a red tank top.
In his mind, Will and the girl had battled for five rounds, a crowd of screaming Amazon spectators cheering their girl to defeat Will. Each punch had an erotic charge. As the fight continued, the girl fell in sexual love with Will.
She then knocked him out cold with a straight right to the face.
As Will moved close to the girl, he saw she had round, stand-up breasts and smooth, muscular legs, clear evidence she trained.
"Hi, there," ventured Will, standing next to her.
"Hello," she replied softly, neither over friendly nor discouraging.
"Want to fight me?" asked Will, matching the softness of her voice.
The girl stepped away and gawked at Will. Looking into Will's eyes, a large smile crested suddenly on her open face.
"You bet, sugar!"
WHAP!!!
The left upper cut lifted Will off his feet. Multicolored stars swirled and flashed in the blackness and his entire body relaxed.

"How many fingers?"
Will saw the EMT and his girlfriend, Dana, staring down at him.
He concentrated hard on the digits of the EMT's raised hand.
"Halle....Berry...." Will murmured.
Perplexed, Dana turned to the dismayed-looking EMT. "Is the ambulance here yet?" she asked.
"On its way, miss!" he answered, probing Will's eyes with a small flashlight. Will took in Dana's lovely chest, blue eyes and the red heart tattoo on her right arm and went back to sleep.

Will told Dana and the emergency room people he had no memory of why he was found on the floor unconscious. The assailant must have spun him around from behind and slugged him. One of the nurses thought it was curious that none of Will's money or credit cards were missing from his wallet, but didn't mention it.
In fact, his recollection of the last two minutes before he was laid out was perfect. All his idle moments for the next month were occupied with reviewing the incident. Will thought about getting punched out by the black girl before making love with Dana and he satisfied her beyond her expectations.

The ad nearly leaped off the page at Will.
"Hey there, sugar! We had a KO experience in the fiction section! Ready for round two, Will?" it read, followed by a local phone number. Will was stunned to see his name in print and reread three times the brief notice in the "Women Seeking Men" section of the newspaper. It couldn't not be her!, he decided, punching the number into his cell phone. As the line rang, Will got to his feet and made for the door, telling Joe his barber that he'd be right back.

"I checked your wallet while you were out cold," explained the girl. "Just like you're going to be in minute or so."
Yes, it is her!, Will told himself, recognizing that wide smile from the library.
The couple stood in a boxing ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club, of which the girl was a member and Will was her guest.
Will wanted to talk trash back to the girl who had challenged him to a match over the phone, but his erotic excitement overcame him.
Raising his fists, he said "God damn you're gorgeous!"
The girl looked away with vague but unfeigned embarrassment. Emma the Ref stepped between the ropes and spoke to the fighters.
"You two will fight to a knockout," Emma said, wondering why her friend couldn't get a man the normal way. "And no shots below the belt, either of you."
"Never!" the girl exclaimed, the nut sack being the very last place she'd strike a man.
When Emma sounded the buzzer, Will bounded from his corner and directly into the girl's swinging fists.
POW!!
WHAP!!
BAM!!
The first two punches ended the fight. A gut shot and a right to the jaw put Will out on his feet. The third, a solid left hook, the girl explained later, was just a love tap.
Will collapsed and slept through Emma's ten count, dreaming a three way with Dana and Beyonce.
"Luisa, that wasn't even a fight!" Emma said as they loaded Will onto a gurney.
"It wasn't supposed to be," Luisa replied and kissed the unconscious male. She slipped her right hand down the front of Will's trunks and grinned contentedly. "I still can pick them!"
"You sure can!" replied Emma. "What happens after he recovers?"
"I fuck his brains out...what else?"