Pink & Patent Leather (15 page)

When he looked back at me, I asked, “
Malik, do you forgive me?”

His eyes moved from mine and I watched him swallow as he took in my shoulder, where my robe had somehow fallen from my shoulder. I knew what he saw
—my very firm breast that was barely covered by the thin satin. He could just about see my nipple.

“
Malik,” I whispered, squeezing his hand just a little. “Do you remember what I did to you? Do you forgive me?”

He could hardly speak as he closed his eyes and inhaled. “
Father, God,” he began, as if he would really be able to pray now.

He continued though, and I slipped my hand away from his. He didn
’t open his eyes, as if he knew what was happening. As he kept talking to God, I slipped my rope completely off my body. But, I didn’t stay silent.

“
Yes, God, thank you, Jesus,” I said behind Malik’s words.

He prayed for a good two minutes straight, with his eyes shut so tightly, I wondered if he would ever be able to see again. But then, he said, “
Amen,” and he slowly lifted his head, then opened his eyes.

And I was right there waiting for him. Every single inch of me. His eyes took in my barely-covered breasts to the pink diamond that pierced my belly button, down to my French-tipped toes.

“Sister Pink.“ He moaned my name.

Before he could say another word, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and then, went limp, as if I
’d fainted. Or maybe he thought I’d been slain in the Spirit. Whatever it was, Malik did exactly what I knew he would do. He lifted me into his arms and carried me toward my bedroom.

At first his steps were quick, but they began to falter as I softly kissed his neck. When he looked down at me, I nudged my face closer and closer to his mouth until we were lip to lip.

“Pink.”

He
’d dropped that Sister thing and I knew I had him at his weakest moment. By the time we made it to my bedroom, and he placed me on the bed, it was a done deal.

I laid there in my virgin white panties and bra, with my virgin body, plump in all the right places, glistenin
g with pure almond oil and smelling fresh as a spring morning.

He stood frozen and just took it all in. It was as if his feet were planted and he couldn
’t move or blink, hear or speak.

I reached my arms up to him. “
Please,” I said. I knew that simple word (along with my body) would be enough.

Malik laid down beside me and this time, when I pressed my lips against his, I used my tongue, gliding it against his lips, then introducing my tongue to his.

The walls of Jericho came tumbling down.

Malik was so g
entle as his hands roamed and searched and lingered in places on my body that had never been touched. His kisses were as sweet as I imagined they would be. And they were tender, until they turned rough and hungry. It didn’t take Malik any time to strip me nude.

There was only one problem
—he was still in his clothes.

I knew I had to move fast before Malik came to his senses. So, I turned him over and climbed on top, straddling him. I kissed him
—his lips, his face, his neck. As I kissed, he caressed me—my arms, my butt, my thighs. When he finally cupped my breasts, we moaned together.

“
Ahhhhhh...”

Even though I knew I had him then, I still couldn
’t get him out of his clothes fast enough. I tossed his monogrammed shirt onto the floor and took in the definition of his chest.

Oh, my goodness, this man was so fine. Malik was so fine; I couldn
’t wait to see the rest of him. So, while he touched and kissed, I unbuckled his belt and after a little tug-of-war, I released him.

With my hands firmly around his manhood,
I began to ease my body down his, leaving behind a trail of my sweet young sap with a scent that even I found intoxicating. When I finally reach my destination, I felt Malik hands in my hair releasing the pins that was holding my up-do in place.

I covered
him with my mouth as my hair tumbled over his thighs. “Ahhhh...” He moaned at first. And then, he found his voice. “Oh, Pink, that feels so good.”

I worked him, but just enough to get him started. I didn
’t want him to finish in my mouth. I wanted him to finish inside me, with us mating, with our souls being tied together forever. So, I lifted my head and called his name, “Malik.”

Without saying anything else, he understood what I wanted. I had broken all of his resolve and Malik took over. I felt like the
student being taken to class by the master of love-making and with every, “Oooh,” and “Ahhh,” he touched, kissed, suckled and licked until we were both breathless, until there was only one thing left to do.

I laid on my back and he tried to enter me.

“Pink,” he said, as he pushed through.

His eyes widened with just a little bit of surprise. It was as if he didn
’t know I was a virgin. But hadn’t I told him that? Didn’t I promise myself to him?

He asked, “
Pink, are you…”

I didn
’t give him a chance to ask me such a foolish question. What did it matter anyway. I brought my lips to his and squeezed my eyes shut while he went all the way in.

“
Oh,” I moaned. “Malik. Yes. Yes.” Tears flowed from my eyes and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Mostly because it hurt so bad, or maybe because it felt so good, but mainly because he was finally mine.

We rocked and rolled together and nearly an hour later, we both lay, completely sated. I was exhausted, but I felt like a new woman. No, I felt like his woman.

After many, many minutes of silence, Malik opened his eyes, rolled over and faced me. “Pink, you know what
we’ve
done here wasn’t the right thing to do, don’t you?”

His words were shocking to me. After what had just happened, after the beauty of what we j
ust shared, these were his first words to me? I refused to even acknowledge his question.

I rolled over, turned my back to him, then scooted my butt closer to him so he would feel the warmth of what he had done to me.

“Sister Pink?”

Oh. My. Goodness. Wha
t was wrong with this man? How could he have taken me in every way possible a man could take a woman and still call me Sister Pink?

I wasn
’t his sister, I was his soul-mate. But I guess Malik didn’t have the clarity I said. 

“
Sister Pink, we need to pray.”

Why did we have to pray? My prayers had already been answered. I needed to straighten him out.

“Malik, please stop calling me Sister Pink. My name is Sasha and I would prefer you call me by my given name.”

He took a moment before he said, “
Okay, Sasha, but that doesn’t change the fact that we need to pray. What we’ve done tonight is a sin. Please pray with me.”

I decided not to fight him on the praying thing because I loved the Lord as much as he did. And since Malik was my given man, my chosen man, I h
ad to be submissive to him, just as I would be as his wife.

And anyway, we had already sealed the deal. I needed to pray and thank God. So, although my body was sore with the sweetest hangover, I followed his lead.

At the side of the bed where we’d just committed this sin, we both got to our knees.

“
Dear God, please forgive us. Forgive me for yielding to temptation. God I pray that Sister Pink will forgive me for not being strong enough to resist, for not leading her into the right direction. Amen”

The m
oment the last word slipped from his lips, Malik jumped to his feet and searched the floor for all of the clothes I’d stripped for him. I leaned back on the bed, keeping my naked body in his sight, and feeling glorious and victorious. I didn’t care that he was rushing to leave. My body was reeling from the affects of his lovemaking, and I needed some time to myself. Plus, this was Saturday night and if I were going to be the best first lady ever, I had to allow him time to prepare for Sunday service.

Once M
alik was dressed, I stood and walked over to where he was standing. Putting my arms around his waist, I once again laid my head on his chest. Although he wrapped his arms around me, his embrace wasn’t as gentle as it had been when we laid together.. “Sister Pink, no one can know about this.”

“
About us?”

He stepped away from me, looked into my eyes, and that was the first moment when I knew for sure that he would be back.

But still, he said, “No one can know about us. I’m your pastor and a married man.”

I
knew it would take a little more time for him to divorce old lady Stroman but I wasn’t about to let him keep throwing it up in my face. “I won’t tell anyone because I know what you have to do.”

“
I’m glad you understand because this can’t happen again.”

I
just stood there and wondered who he was trying to convince. I looked at him and then looked to my bed. “You see that, Malik?” I pointed to my blush colored sheets that were now stained crimson. “That’s the evidence of sacrifice. I saved myself for you just as I promised I would.”

Malik dropped his head for a moment and when he looked up, I knew he remembered those words I had spoken to him six years ago. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he chang
ed his mind. He just pecked me on my forehead and walked out of my bedroom.

I followed him to the door and there, he gave me a little kiss again. “
Please, Sister Pink, this has to be our secret.”

With my head, I nodded, but in my mind, I was planning my
wedding and practicing my new name.

Mrs. Malik
Stroman. Mrs. Sasha Stroman.
The Reverend and Mrs. Sasha Stroman.

“
Okay,” I said.

This time, Malik kissed me on the lips, opened the door and walked out.

I closed the door, leaned against it, then strutted back to my room. At any other time, I would’ve removed any stained or soiled sheets. But not tonight. I laid for a moment on the side where Malik had been, taking in the fragrance of his cologne. I closed my eyes and imagine I was still wrapped in his arms.

Then I heard knocking.

Oh, my goodness. Malik was back. There was something in his eyes that told me he wanted more, but I didn’t expect him to return so soon. I grabbed my robe, jumped up, then made my way to the door.

I was already talking before I even opened the door. “
I knew you would be back.”

Then, I stood frozen.

“Hey Sasha,” Xavier said as he stepped by me.

All kinds of thoughts were going through my head. How did Xavier get in?

I said, “What are you doing here?”

X paused in the middle of my living room and when he glanced back at me, I felt naked. I pulled my robe tight to my body, though I knew he could tell I didn
’t have on anything underneath.

His eyes scanned my body, but not in a lustfu
l way. He glance was full of disgust. “I came over here to see if you were all right,” he said. “You missed the Single’s meeting.”

“
Sorry ‘bout that.”

His eyes narrowed. “
As I was coming in, I saw Pastor Stroman leaving.”

“
You talked to Malik?” I asked. My mind immediately filled with questions. What had Malik told Xavier?

“
No,” Xavier said, shaking his head. “He didn’t see me. And, I didn’t even know for sure if he’d been here to see you.” He paused, and he looked me up and down once again. “But, I guess I know now.” Then, without a hint of what he was going to do, he rushed toward my bedroom.

I ran after him, even grabbing his arm, but he jerked away from my grasp. He didn
’t go all the way inside, though. He stopped at the doorway and stared at the disheveled bed.

“
What have you done?”

I wasn
’t sure he was really talking to me since he didn’t face me. His eyes were still on my bed.

“
Xavier, please leave.”

“
You slept with him?”

He didn
’t really have to ask me that. He already knew. I didn’t owe him any kind of explanation, but I was so tired of this back and forth between us.

“
Yes, okay,” I admitted, “he was here and we were together.”

The way X lowered his head and covered his face with his hands made me think that he was going to cry. “
What kind of pastor am I serving under?”

“
This is not Malik’s fault,” I said, defending him. “This is God’s plan.”

He glanced up once again and looked at me as if he
’d never known me. “So, is this what you wanted? To commit adultery? What is wrong with you?”