Caitlin and Malik were happy..."So Happy Together".
Their relationship was no longer the worst kept secret in town. They were now openly, the talk of the town. Malik and Caitlin - this strikingly-attractive couple - the beautiful black man, the gorgeous white woman; their long hair perfectly styled in cornrow braids which cascading over their shoulders and spilling to their upper backs gave them an aspect of extraterrestrial gods who'd deigned to grace the planet Earth with their regal presence. They were admired. They were desired. They were envied. What mattered to the two former adversaries-come- lovers was that they were together. They lived together. They bathed together. They shared meals together. They slept together. They faced the challenges to their love together.
The final obstacle standing in the way of the firm establishment of their relationship, the last hurdle to clear on the way to reaching the finish line of their race to a love lasting "Always and Forever" reared its head a week before Makia's wedding to Caitlin's younger brother, Tyler. Monique Dominguez - the one female aside from Caitlin who had ever penetrated Malik's formidable defenses - had resurfaced. Years ago, Monique had wagered with friends that she could "pull" Malik and not only that, but take him to the point where he thought she was "the one for him". Monique had won the wager. She'd toyed with Malik's affection for awhile until finally tiring of his hostile, guarded personality and kicking him to the curb. Malik didn't show it, but she'd broken his heart. Monique was one witness to the Malik/Caitlin love affair who envied the pair. She targeted Caitlin.
"He isn't in love with you, girl.", Monique had told Caitlin on the opportunity she was able to corner her alone. "Malik is a man. Men like pussy.", Monique sneered, smirking while Caitlin cringed. "I've got to give it up to you Miss "Bo Derek - 10" wannabe with your blonde cornrow braids...you've taken Malik where nobody believed he could ever be taken. You turned the brother out, so your pussy must be damn good." Caitlin just wanted to get away, to be anywhere but where she was at the moment. "Where is this coming from?", Caitlin had asked, trying to recover from the shock of Monique's hostility. Monique had pushed her face so closely to Caitlin's, the blonde could smell the woman's minty-fresh breath. "Malik was mine before he was yours or anybody else's. You've taken good care of my man, Caitlin. He's looking real good these days." Monique's expression had turned cold and challenging. "I believe I'll be taking him back, now."
Gone now were the days any dispute between Malik and Caitlin escalated into bellowing, screeching and bitter feelings. He couldn't be sure---Caitlin never revealed to Malik the torment Monique had put her through---but being aware that Monique had resurfaced coupled with Caitlin's agitation, Malik didn't need to tax his imagination to guess at the cause. Exasperated and at a weak moment, Caitlin began to fear she could lose Malik to Monique. One evening, she issued a desperate---and her final ultimatum where their love affair was concerned. Basically, secure that she had broken his resistance forcing his surrender to her love, Caitlin's ultimatum was simply: Submit and Commit; "I've won, Malik. We've won. Love me. Commit to me." Where once anger would have exploded, there was only love. Bracing herself for another difficult confrontation, Caitlin was reduced to wracking sobs of joy and relief when Malik gently lifted her chin, kissed her meaningfully on her lips and gathered her into an embrace which communicated to her the immense love residing in his once-hardened heart.
Caitlin had assumed that Malik had grudgingly accepted Tyler. What was once considered a complete impossibility became reality before the eyes of everyone assembled at the marriage of Makia to Tyler, an assemblage which included Monique Dominguez whose presence Malik had specifically requested. Malik had walked his twin sister down the aisle and given her into the care and love of the man who'd sworn his heart and soul to her forever. Caitlin hadn't known how far the relationship between her younger brother and Malik had progressed however, until the time for the "First Dance" arrived. The houselights went completely dark and when a single spotlight illuminated the dance floor, it wasn't the newlywed couple standing there. It was Malik. When the song "Pullin' Me Back", by the rapper Chingy and featuring Tyrese began to play, Malik reached out to where Caitlin was sitting, beckoning for her to join him in a dance. He sang the chorus to her everytime: "You were made for me. It was meant to be. So that means we've got to make it work", as they embraced and swayed on the dance floor. At the end of the song, Caitlin and Malik sang the Tyrese chorus together gazing into each other's eyes with hope and love.
Caitlin: "You were made for me."
Malik: "It was meant to be."
And together: "So that means we've got to make it work."
While the crowd erupted in rapturous applause, no one seemed to notice one supremely perturbed Monique Dominguez rising to her feet and stalking angrily toward the exit. Malik had left no doubt to anyone who might have done so. He loved and belonged to Caitlin. Caitlin loved and belonged to him. There was no angry, false pride left in him. There was only true love. When Caitlin and Malik kissed on the dance floor, the applause faded to nothingness in their ears. There was no wedding party. For Malik, there was only Caitlin. For Caitlin, there was only Malik. There was only the overarching love they felt for each other.
Makia's and Tyler's wedding night was a night of perfect passion and lovemaking for their siblings who at one time would have been at each other's throats. Malik had managed to fully disrobe. As for Caitlin, she was looking indescribably sexy...clad only in her gauze-white thigh-high stockings, a satin slip pushed over her tummy and one stiletto-heel shoe that refused to fall from her foot. Their sexual communion was primal...savage in its manifestation. They kissed each other with such unbridled intensity as to leave their mouths bruised and tender. Malik's thick cock plunged into and out of Caitlin's loudly, wetly-sucking pussy maw. Declarations of undying love mingled with moans, whimpers, groans of pleasure, and laughter.
"Two sons...two strong sons for my darling, Malik", Caitlin had been moved to moan seemingly mindlessly during a period of vigorous, deep-thrusting cock penetrations into her steaming twat. She held Malik in her embrace, her hips churning in answer to his pistoning strokes.
"mmmmmmmmm...and don't forget my little girl. Daddy's got to have his Little Girl.", Malik cooed into her ear with a low voice that resonated deep within Caitlin's soul.
"Yes, darling. Yes. Babies...Grandbabies...Great, Grandbabies...!", Caitlin chanted, her voice between a giggle and a sob. She pulled Malik's head down close to hers so that her mouth was next to his ear. She whispered, " Can you handle being Grandpa Malik?", she asked.
His answer left her stunned and for an interval, their frenzied lovemaking ceased.
"So...so you will?"
Caitlin relaxed her embrace allowing Malik to rise to his elbows enabling him to look directly into her eyes.
"Malik...?", Caitlin began. Her wet, tear-filled eyes were wide with disbelief.
"Caitlin...will you please marry me?", Caitlin's answer came in the form of the most excellent, most explosive fucking session the couple had shared to date.
Two weeks before Thanksgiving; one week after Makia became Mrs Tyler Grant; Happily. That's how the day had began. Horribly. That's how the day was ending.
The first indication of something being terribly wrong was when - while enjoying their newborn daughter with her new husband and in-laws - Makia suddenly grabbed her stomach. Her face twisted into a grimace of horror and pain and she began screaming something. The why of her screaming escaped Tyler and his parents, but they thought it best to first, call an ambulance and secondly, to call Malik and Caitlin to let them know something had happened to Makia.
Malik does favor Chingy. He really does. Caitlin concluded. Except, she'd continued, Malik has those lovely long braids. Chingy doesn't. And....Malik is way better looking. I happen to be in love with Malik so I might be just a little biased. Caitlin giggled softly and replayed the song in her head as she continued her bike ride to the forest preserve where she planned to meet Malik at his favorite place, the place by the creek under the big tree with the yellow leaves. Her blonde cornrows blowing in the breeze and the skirt of the yellow dress she'd decided to wear fluttering around her sexy legs as she pedaled her bicycle attracted the attention of more than a few onlookers. "There's that bitch!", Monique muttered to herself from behind the wheel of her car as she was compelled to yield right of way to the cyclist. The lovely Caitlin caught the attention of the driver of another car as well. She would always regret having done so.
"Damn! Them white girls know they got the sexiest legs!" Clifford Bullock was enjoying a drive and his first week of freedom after having been paroled from an eight year stretch. When he saw the angelic Caitlin pass by the temptation was simply too great. He wheeled his vehicle around and followed the happy young betrothed blonde beauty into the forest preserve.
Malik had arrived a bit later than the time they'd agreed upon. He was a highly sought after consultant and a client had delayed his departure from the office. When he'd arrived at his favorite spot in the forest preserve, the place of his precious yellow leaves. He discovered Caitlin's bicycle, but there was no Caitlin. Alarmed, Malik had enlisted the aid of an armed Park Preserve Policeman and together, they began a search for Caitlin which ended with Malik discovering his beloved desperately struggling to fend off her would-be rapist.
Caitlin's and her assailant's eyes turned in the direction from which Malik's anguished and angry cry came from. The Park Policeman and Malik were charging the man who was reaching into his jacket pocket.
"Malik! No, baby....He has a gu..."
The roar of the firearm caused the startled birds to take wing. A second report rang out, but Caitlin was too preoccupied with her beloved to be interested.
When she turned him over, Malik smiled at her. What a pretty girl, he thought. I wonder who she is.
Caitlin cradled his head and sobbed. "No...Sweetheart...nooooooo."
Still smiling, Malik reached up to caress Caitlin's face. She's smiling at me. Maybe later, she'll want to talk to me. But now...now, I'm so tired. I'll talk to you when I wake up, pretty girl, he thought before closing his eyes.
Malik was happy.