“Lerato Miriam Gqukani. Do you remember when you introduced yourself to your mates in class five?”
“Yes – but I still don’t know why you were there. You were a year ahead of me.”
“I was the head boy, remember? Your teacher called me to watch over his class while he went to the headmaster’s office. I was supposed to keep you guys quiet, but I made you stand up and tell everyone your name.”
“You were such a bully.”
“No. I was smitten. I had never seen anyone like you. You were so cute, with your plats and that dress with the blue collar you wore to school every day.”
“You remember that dress? I hated it! I just wanted my mother to buy me a uniform so I could fit in with everyone else…”
“You were never meant to fit it, Lera. Don’t do that.”
“Look away from me when I give you compliments. Keep your eyes on mine.”
“You’re still being a bully.”
“Nope. Just smitten, still.”
“Are we just going to lay here?”
“Because I don’t know when I’ll have this chance again. I don’t know when I’ll be able to listen to the sound of your breath mingled with mine – when I’ll ever get to see that freckle on your shoulder. I’ve never seen it before… There are so many things about you I want to discover and re-discover about you, Lera.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Because of what you said to Aamir.”
Khalid pulled away, just enough to examine her face in full.
“What did I say to Aamir?”
“You told him that ‘if you don’t have sex with your girlfriend you have nothing’. How could you say that, Kal? We were kids for chrissakes. I really though you liked me. I wrote you a letter and everything! And then you didn’t write back. You were such an asshole. I think you still might be.”
When Khalid tried to pull her back into him, she slapped his hand away.
“No! I’m not a toy for you to play with, man. You think you can just pick up from some weird elementary school fantasy and I’m supposed to go along.”
“Lera, I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about. I never said those words to Aamir, and I certainly never got a note from Aamir.”
“Are you being serious?”
“Lerato, I promise. I would never say that. Aamir is going to have to account for this.”
His tone was dark, and a shadow was cast over his face. He was telling the truth. Lerato took his hand and pressed it against her cheek.”
“Maybe he will, but not tonight. Right?”
“No. Not tonight,” he laughed. “Do you remember when those kids used to tease you about your name?”
“How could I forget? They could follow me around the compound making clicking noises. This one kid Abu was a particular prick about it. I hated it.”
“Do you remember how I chased them away and made them stop it?”
“Ha! Yeah. You must have given them a strong talking to.”
“No. I abused my power. I made Abu and his friends kneel after classes for teasing you. Told them I better not catch them doing it again or they would be sorry.”
“Nooo! No wonder they hated me so much.”
Lerato snuggled her face into Khalid’s shirt and gasped a diminutive laugh in satisfaction.
“I would make the world kneel before you if I could, Lera. I would never let anything bad happen to you if it was in power.”
“I believe you, Kal. I really do.”
Khalid rolled off the bed and stood, pulling Lerato to her feet as well.
“It’s time for me to make love to you now.”
The color in Lerato’s world was abruptly altered. Khalid removed every item of clothing she wore with tender care. It went blue as he pulled her t-shirt over her head, careful not to ruin her freshly done coif. A flash of white as he tugged her skirt to the floor and took her hand to help her step out of the cotton now collapsed on the floor. He traced his fingers along the pink and black lace trimmed panties, coaxing them from her full bottom. The universe went black as she watched him wantonly cast her brazier to the other side of the room.
Just be patient, he encouraged her when she leaned upward in to claim his mouth in a hungry kiss. I want every moment to shine on its own…
Khalid sunk to his knees so that his mouth was level with her belly-button. She had a slight outtie, he remarked. Did she know that? He outlined the delicate flesh with his tongue, inhaling the scent of heavy dew that threatened to become a downpour just two inches below.
You are Asase Yaa, Lerato. You’re a goddess to me. I’ve never seen dimpled skin so perfect, stretch marks that tell the story of child birth. Hands that have held and loved precious things. You’re strong, intelligent, passionate…
Oh, shit. Was this man about to talk her into a climax? When Khalid felt her strength begin to wane, he guided her to the nearest wall and wedged his shoulders between her trembling thighs, lifting her above him so that his lips were in union with hers. She blew out long, heavy breath of exquisite euphoria, clasping the back of Khalid’s head. His hair was the hue of earth, soft and curly. With his head between her legs, he looked like an extension of herself. His delicate sucking on her clitoris coaxed it from its hood and threatened to burst it. Lerato couldn’t contain it any longer. A force of ecstasy rushed through her lower body and rumbled for an eternity. It was perplexing, light-winged, flagrant and blissful.
Khalid lowered her to the floor, his erection evident beneath the jeans he was still wearing. Lerato would not be so unhurried when undressing him. She ached for the taught flesh that strained against his trousers. When she had freed him, she sheathed him, and guided him within, riding and writhing until he begged her name.
And so their lovemaking went for the rest of the night: Sometimes tender, sometimes tough. They talked about everything. Lerato’s job and how Paul had caused her lose it. He told her about his life, his family and his newly discovered love for cashews. They had long since silenced their cell phones, not caring about the two other people in the city who were most looking for them; at least for the moment. Bathed in sweat and moonlight, they laid in bed like two lovers trapped in an oscillating dream that was sure to become a nightmare in the morning. Khalid finally broke the silence.
“I told you a few days ago that I loved you, Lerato. I still do. I love you.”
Lerato sighed and rubbed her forehead and thought about Paul.
“I know you love me, Khalid. And I love you too.”