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Saints and Heathens

By: Iread2relax



 Hello again, everyone. I want to take the time to thank you for reading my stories. This story is a romance story. There is some sex, however it is not explicit.

I want to thank Kalamazoo707 for her fantastic advice and help with this story. She is amazing. 

Any mistakes found are mine and mine alone. So please, be kind. Thank you and enjoy. Please remember to vote and comment.

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Mysha Knicks watched Clay Richards work in his yard as she did every morning since he moved in over a year ago and became the new minister at the church. Mysha hated the fact he was a minister, because in the town of Gospel there were two classes of people: Saints and Heathens.

Clay, in all of his blond glory, was a Saint. He followed the straight and narrow path. Every morning he would go for a jog. Returning home to pray in the alcove in his living room Mysha knew this because from her living room, she could see clear through the front of his house. After praying for twenty to thirty minutes, he would disappear in his bedroom and the come out dressed usually in dark slacks with a crisp white shirt.

Where Clay was a Saint, Mysha was definitely a Heathen. She didn't attend church, partied with her friends, and simply enjoyed living. 

Mysha remembered when he moved in two summers ago. All of the members of the local church flocked to the house across the street. Excitement filled the air as the new minister was being moved into his new home. Their enthusiasm was contagious and Mysha felt happiness welling up inside of her.

Mysha saw a few of the girls she'd gone to school with and decided to walk over and talk to them. That's when she saw him. He was stunning, golden locks held in a band at the nape of his neck, sweaty from the exertion that it took to help unload the moving van, Mysha was enthralled by the look of him.

Very few things rendered Mysha speechless, but the appearance of her handsome neighbor was one of those events.

"Young Lady, you need to go back to your house. Your kind is not welcomed here." Mysha heard the scraggly voice of Mother Thomas, an elder lady from the church.

Mysha turned to face the older lady and was met by the disdain and dislike in her eyes.

Two years ago when Mysha first experienced the dislike of the older woman, it hurt. She actually went to the church and tried to become an active member. At first the people at the church were friendly, then one day she was going out with her friends and Mother Thomas saw her. 

The look the old lady gave her was cold enough to freeze fire. That Sunday, when Mysha arrived at the church, she was invited to the Office of the First Lady of the Church, Mother Aggie Black. Apparently Mother Thomas, Mother Williams, and Mother Black felt the need to share a few home truths with her.

Looking at her with a look of disdain, Mother Black snidely stated, "Well, Mysha, I understand that your mother has not taught you how respectable women dress, but as the head woman in this church I am letting you know that in this church you cannot dress and act like a streetwalker." 

Mysha was hurt and disappointed because she'd spent her whole life with people judging her and for once she thought that these people accepted her as she was. For the head woman in the church to come at her in this way was horrid. It hurt and for a second Mysha felt like nothing, a nobody. She'd failed to belong once again. Tears started to form in her eyes, hating the fact that she'd never be accepted by these people. 

Mother Black was still talking. "Your mother wasn't saved and unfortunately could not teach you to be virtuous." Mother Black continued with Mother Thomas smiling evilly and nodding in agreement. The only one not attacking her at this point was Mother Williams, and she seemed to be caught off guard by these two as well.

"Yes, your upbringing was not your fault." Mother Thomas chimed in. "We will teach you the values of a Christian woman, unlike what your mother raise you to believe."

The digs at her mother was starting to annoy Mysha, but out of respect for these two women, she stayed silent, the whole while her heart was truly breaking.

"Anyway, it's obvious your mother had no morals and raised you to have none as well. She won't make it to heaven, but we will help you, dear. You don't have to remain ignorant like she did. "The two older women explained. 

"Mother Black, I don't see the need to insult my mother besides you are out of line." Mysha retorted in defense of her parent. Mysha's mother died in a car accident when she'd just turned eighteen. She had no other living relatives and her mother was all she had. No one would insult her mother and she'd heard all she needed from these two old prudes.

"Uh!" Mother Thomas gasped and looking shocked. "So rude and you have no respect for your elders. You cannot talk to her like that. She is the head woman in this church."

Mysha angrily turned on Mother Thomas and in a low voice filled with rage she said, "Look, Mother Thomas, she had no right to insult my mother. The same way you don't have the right to judge me. I thought you were supposed to be Christians. But the way you-"Mother Black cut her off.

"That is enough. If you are not going to be more respectable, then you need to leave." Mother Black interjected standing to her feet.

Mother Williams sat and watched stunned at the level of intensity at which the two women attacked this girl. She didn't think it was fair so she decided to intervene and try to diffuse the situation.

"Mother Black, Mother Thomas, maybe you two should calm down. I'm sure we can all talk about this. Really, you are not being fair to Mysha." she stated calmly as she tried to get a handle on the situation.

Both of the furious older women turned on her. "You condone this, Mother Williams. You think this, this,...girl has the right to speak to us this way. I can't believe you. You've got some-" Mother Thomas attacked Mother Williams with Mother Black assenting in agreement with her.

Mysha at this point had seen enough. Stunned at the viciousness at which the two women attacked Mother Williams, she immediately jumped to Mother William's defense.

"She is a member of your church and because she speaks with reason you attack her. You two women are a set of old hypocritical bitches and I will not come back to this fake ass church. 

Mother Williams, thank you. Of all the people here, you were one of the only ones that truly made me feel welcomed." Mysha looked at the two other women, collected her bag and stormed out of the door. With a crushed heart and damaged spirit, Mysha vowed to never enter that church again.

The two older women were appalled at the way Mysha spoke to them. Mother Williams was grateful to her for defending her against the two more prominent women, but she was also hurt. She didn't expect her friends to turn on her, but they were wrong and had no reason to attack Mysha the way they had. She felt the need to tell someone, but who could she talk to. This was the first lady of the church and head mother; she had just been elevated, so she had no recourse.

After Mysha stormed out, Mother Black apologized to Mother Williams for being short, and then she admonished her for not being willing to do God's work and stand against evil.

Time passed and Pastor Black retired, therefore a new minister was named. Pastor Black and his wife stayed just long enough to help the new preacher acclimate before moving to Florida.

The new pastor now ruled the roost. He sparked Mysha's interest. He seemed different from the other people in the town. Every morning when Mysha would leave for work, Clay would make sure he spoke and wished her a good day.

On the weekends when she didn't have to work, he would always walk over and invite her to join him for breakfast. When Clay would show up at her doorstep on Saturday morning, Mysha felt happy. She looked forward to spending a few minutes with him, but was apprehensive about joining him for breakfast so early in his home. 

So whenever he invited her to breakfast, she'd always refused. He took her refusals in stride even though they made her more appealing to him.

He invited her to the church. She'd refuse. He'd invite her to social functions and she'd refuse. He talked to her at least once every day the first four months.

Once he realized she worked at the coffee shop, he came by to chat with her every morning. He seemed completely oblivious to the way certain members of his flock looked at her.

Mysha would watch him and admire his fantastic body. It was hard to believe he was a minister. He was so fine. He stood a little over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, a firm six-pack abdomen, and thick muscular pythons that she imagined would encase the woman he held in a tight embrace.

He was fair with his blond hair cut short so that it showed off his incredibly amazing face. Personally, she liked his hair long, because it curled around his neck. His clear grey eyes sparkled whenever she saw him. With his perfect face, perfect skin, and perfect body, Mysha was not surprised to see the single females at his church constantly making excuses the stop by his house. 

Well, time's up. Stop ogling preacher man,Mysha thought. Some of us just aren't chosen. Hmmm.Mysha then got dressed for her first job of the week, barista at the coffee shop. 

"Good morning, welcome to Sunshine Coffee. How may I help you?" Mysha greeted her twentieth customer of that morning. That customer ordered a chilled mocha with a ham and cheese roll. Mysha completed their order.

The customer collected their order a headed to their table. The next customer stepped forward and Mysha started with the standard greeting. "Good morning, welcome to Sunshine Coffee. How may I help you?"

"You can join me for dinner, Mysha. Do you work tonight?" Clay asked smiling at her as he stepped up in line.

Mysha's heart slammed in her chest. "Pastor Richards, you don't need to be seen out with me. What would your parishioners think?" she said as she smiled coyly.

Clay smiled, Damn, why is he so damn cute? Fuck, and he knows it.

He knew she found him attractive and watched him when he did yard work. Honestly, he hated yard work, but he worked in the yard just to see his gorgeous neighbor.

Clay liked black women. He always dated black women and Mysha was exactly his type. 

Whenever he saw her, he smiled. Her presence always made his day just that little bit better. She was his vision of a perfect woman. 

Clay looked confused and the he chuckled, "What, are you not human? I just want to have dinner with a lovely young woman."

"Pastor, if I went out with you, I'd want more than dinner. And you're a man of God, so I'd corrupt you. Therefore, I must say no. Ask one of the girls in your church out. Now what would you like to order?" Mysha smiled as she asked.

Clay smiled back. He loved her spunkiness. He knew that he wasn't supposed to date a nonbeliever, but God made everyone right and he was given free will. He wanted to get to know Mysha.

"Ok, well, we will see," he smiled and winked at her. "A large coffee with three sugars and some French vanilla creamer. Also add a Bear claw. Thanks."

Mysha fixed his order and collected the payment. She thanked him and moved on to the next customer.

"Good morning, Pastor Richards. How are you this morning Sir?" Mother Williams from the church greeted him.

"Good morning, Mother Williams, fancy meeting you here this early." Clay returned her greeting.

"Oh, Mother Thomas has a doctor's appointment and I'm driving her. She can't eat before her appointment, so I am just having breakfast before I pick her up." She explained.

"Is she well? I wasn't aware that she was having issues." Clay stated looking concerned. 

"No, Pastor, she's doing well. It's just routine visit. You'll see when you're our age." Mother Williams chuckled.

Mysha laughed at something a customer said drawing the attention of Clay and Mother Williams.

Mother Williams saw him talking to her earlier and knowing the girl's history with the church, she didn't think the pastor being friendly with her was a good idea. Although Mother Williams liked Mysha and wished she felt welcomed at the church. She realized that with the way she'd been treated, Mysha might never want to return to the church. The new pastor had no idea of what happened with this girl a few years earlier so she would talk to Deacon Brother Jones and have him approach the pastor.

Clay bid Mother Williams a good day, took a moment to look at the object of his desire, and then left the shop. After reporting to his job at a local insurance company, he decided to pursue his lovely neighbor.

Clay didn't get much work done because his thoughts kept drifting to a certain gorgeous young woman. Dark chocolate brown skin, long black hair, deep dark brown eyes that sat in a face that reminded one of a young hot Gabriella Union, she stood five feet eight inches tall. He was six two himself and he loved a woman that matched his height. Mysha was amazing. She seemed to be a healthy size eight. He longed to fondle her ample breast, kiss her supple lips, and hold her curvaceous frame against his chest. 

Many people thought just because he was a minister that he didn't have amorous thoughts about women. They were wrong. He studied the bible and believed in its teachings but he was also a realist. Men and women were put on this earth to attract each other, and he was not a monk.

He knew Mysha watched him, but what she didn't realize was that he watched her just as intently, if not more. She was a very attractive woman. 

Clay knew that Mysha worked two different jobs and went to school at night. He felt that she took on too much. Clay wanted to find a way to be a part of her life. So he made it his mission to get one Mysha Knicks to give him a chance.

"Pastor Richards," head Deacon Jones was speaking, "Mother Williams said she saw you at the coffee shop talking to that girl this morning. Now we know you're concerned about all of the people in the city, but you can't mix with people that aren't of the church."

Clay looked at the elderly gentleman before him. As his elder, he would show him respect, but he did not have the right to tell him who he could and could not associate with. 

"Deacon Jones, I appreciate your advice, but you will not tell me who I can and cannot associate with. If I want to speak with Mysha, I will." Clay smiled and softened his tone. "Deacon Jones, if we don't talk to unbelievers, how will we get them to come to the church? We have to communicate with people."

Deacon Jones looked penitent. The new young pastor had never spoken to him so harshly before, and he did have a point, the members needed to talk to people if they wanted to increase church membership.

"Pastor, you are right and I apologize." stated Deacon Jones immediately feeling contrite. "We've been charged to spread the gospel and you were just doing that. I'll talk to Mother Williams."

"Thank you, Deacon." Clay smiled and placed his hand on the older man's shoulder to reassure him that all was well. "You know what, maybe you could get with Mother Williams to organize an event for one weekend where we can invite the people in the neighborhood to visit our church.

They won't want to come if they don't feel welcome. And if they don't come, how can we spread the word?" Clay asked.

He knew organizing events was something his two elder members loved doing. Maybe they would invite Mysha and she would see the church in a different light.

Deacon Jones perked up. He'd wanted to do something like this for the longest, but the other members frowned on mixing with people who were not members of the church. He felt that now that the Pastor suggested it, it might come to fruition.

Deacon Jones smiled and went to his office to call Mother Williams immediately and tell her about Pastor Clay's idea.

Clay thought about his elusive neighbor, and decided he'd invite her to church again. He had invited her before, but she always refused for one reason or another. He realized that something happened when Pastor Black led the church, but he wasn't quite sure what. Tonight, he'd invite her out and try to find out what happened. 

Clay sat in his living room waiting anxiously for Mysha to arrive home from her second job. She usually made it home around five thirty, but today she was late. It was a little after six when she walked up her driveway from the bus stop. 

Moving slowly, shoulders slumped, with her head down, Mysha walked onto her front lawn seemingly dejected. No signs of the young energetic woman from earlier in the day. Clay watched helplessly recognizing that she was truly exhausted. Knowing she worked two jobs, he wanted more than anything to do something help alleviate her stress. 

He got up and rushed outside, calling to her before she reached her front door..

"Mysha, hello."

She turned around and greeted him with a weary smile.

"Hey Clay," She waited briefly for his response before turning to head on into the house to put on her sweats and veg out in front of her television.

"Mysha wait, I was about to go out for some supper." Clay said stopping her again. "Join me. It will be my treat." He stated sheepishly.

"That's so nice, but you're ready to go. I need to shower, find something to wear, and then dress. It would take too long, maybe next time, alright." Mysha kindly declined his invitation.

Even though she spoke in a calm voice, her heart was pounding. 

"I don't mind waiting. Take your time. I'll be sitting right here on my porch." Clay said.

Smiling Mysha hurried into her house to get ready as her sheer tiredness from earlier seemed to evaporate. Stripping as she rushed into her shower, she was elated to be joining him. As the hot water sprayed over her body washing away the tensions of her day, Mysha wondered briefly what, if anything, did this mean. Was he really interested in her or just being neighborly?

Mysha smiled and was excited as she dressed for her date. Date? Was this a date? Wanting to look nice for him, but not showing it Mysha selected a pair of black slacks with a baby doll top with small floral print. Deciding to accessorize, she added a golden chain she'd gotten from her mother with matching golden stud earrings. Finally she put on a pair of black pumps to complete her outfit. 

Instead of applying her makeup heavily like she normally did, Mysha decided to keep it simple and going with a much lighter application and a touch of lipstick. She then dabbed perfume on her wrist. After she finished dressing, she checked herself in the mirror to make sure she looked alright. Grimacing at her appearance she felt like she looked almost like a proper young church woman.

Clay was patiently when her door opened. He stood transfixed as Mysha walked out dressed in such a demure way. Her true beauty radiated from her as he took in her amazing frame. She was simply perfect and he was overjoyed that she was willing to spend time with him. The woman was beautiful and that was a simple fact. As she walked from the door to his house, Clay hurriedly rushed to his the car to open the passenger door for her.

Mysha thanked him shyly, her heart pounded so hard, the sound was deafening as she quickly climbed into the passenger seat. Clay closed her door and moved quickly to the driver side and got it. Once he climbed in, he simply looked at her. 

He wondered if she could hear the beat of his heart as it raced in his chest at the sight of her. He took note of the fact she was breathing rapidly as well as briefly wondered if she was as nervous as he.

Clay took a deep breath to try to get control his body and its reactions to his wonderful companion. 


Saints and Heathens



"Mysha, thank you for joining me tonight. You have no idea how much this means to me." He whispered as he cranked the car to head to the restaurant. He always knew what to say to her to help her relax. Just that small statement really calmed her and she looked at him. He had no idea of the effects he had on her. 

Mysha smiled. That was one things he liked about Clay. He was always a gentleman.

"So, Clay," Mysha asked. "Where are we going tonight?"

Clay looked over to his lovely companion and smiled. "Applebee's or Chilli's, you choose."

Smiling Clay drove them one of the local restaurant for dinner. When they arrived he parked the car and asked her to wait. They entered Applebee's together and were immediately seen by a few members of Clay's congregation.

Mysha stiffened when she saw them watching her. She was afraid, and felt as if she shouldn't be out with Clay. Clay felt her freeze up, but didn't understand why. So he gently placed his arm around her waist and carefully pulled her body into his. 

Spying and empty booth near the back of the dining room, Clay led Mysha to the table. She was tense and he was concerned. She seemed fine in the car; what was causing this anxiety? Eventually the waitress came and they ordered their drinks.

Before the drinks arrived, the couple that saw them walked over to speak. "Pastor Richards fancy seeing you here. And who is this lovely young lady?" Elder Samuel Green greeted them."

Standing and shaking his hand, Clay smiled proudly, "Elder Green, Mother Green, how are the both of you? I know you both know Mysha Knicks. She's my neighbor." He proudly introduced his date to the other couple.

"Mysha, it is so nice to meet you." Elder Green greeted her warmly. 

"Hello, Elder and Mother Green," Mysha spoke so meekly they could hardly hear her.

Mother Green smiled warmly at the young woman, "Mysha, it is so nice to meet you as well. We're going to get out of your hair. Samuel, let's go and let these young people enjoy their dinner." She told her husband catching his arm as she dragged him away from the table.

"You're right dear. Pastor, don't forget we have a meeting in two weeks. See you then. Mysha, it was nice meeting you. You two enjoy your evening." Bishop Green stated finally before the older couple left.

Clay was concerned and wanted to make sure his companion was alright.

"Hey, Mysha! What happened? Are you alright?" he queried, worry creasing his brow.

He didn't like the look of apprehension that crossed her face when the older couple approached them. 

She forced a smile, "I'm fine. Can we just eat and not talk about what just happened?"

After ordering their drinks, Clay smiled at her causing her heart to skip a beat. He decided to break the ice, "See, I knew I'd get you to go out on a date with me."

Mysha laughed. She sighed as she felt the tension leave her body, "Yea, you did. This is nice Pastor, thanks."

"Don't, Mysha. I don't want a title tonight. Please call me by name, Clay. Tonight, can we just pretend to be two regular people." Clay implored.

"OK. You got it, Clay." Mysha said, tongue in cheek. "I always respect my elders. You are almost twenty years older than me, right. Besides, your hair is turning gray at the temples." 

Clay laughed out loud at her words. He liked this playful, teasing side of her. She always made him smile. He knew he was older than her and hoped his age wouldn't be a problem. "Really, how old do you think I am?" he asked chuckling at her response.

Mysha started to answer, but the waitress brought their drinks and took their orders. After she made a quick exit, Mysha answered his query.

"Well" Mysha answered smiling. "You've got to be at least forty. I mean, you are a preacher and you've been one for a long time. 

"Really! That old. Close, but not quite that old." Clay replied smiling at her. "I'm thirty-five."

"Only thirty-five, nice!" Mysha declared. "How old were you when you became a minister?"

"I was twenty-four, when I became ordained. However, when I turned twenty-five, that was when I made a vow and truly committed my life to the church." Clay explained.

"Oh!" Mysha looked pensive for a moment. "Why did you decide to go into ministry?"

"You can say it just happened." Clay explained. "I was taking classes and decided to audit a class called Theology in 12BC. One day in class and I was hooked. I registered and decided to go into ministry."

Mysha was awed. She was twenty-four and admired his drive and determination. Working two jobs, Mysha wished she knew what she wanted to do. "Wow, you knew what you wanted to do at my age. Hmm! I'm just trying to make it. I do want to go back to school though, maybe become a teacher."

Clay realizing that this was one thing he could do for her, cheered silently, his heart racing at the idea of providing her with some type of support. "Really, Mysha, that's great. I would love to help you with that. You know the church offers scholarships. I'll get some information to you about them." The waitress brought their appetizers and refilled there drinks.

Mysha smiled a beautific smile, "Wow, Clay. You would do that? Thank you." She whispered. Watching as many subtle emotions play across his face, honestly, she just loved watching him.

" You're welcomed." Clay realizing she was watching him closely blushed. "OK, I've talked too much; I'll stop tell me about you."

"Well, I grew up in Blaine and lived there until my Mom died six years ago." Tears gathered in her eyes at the memory. She continued, feeling the pain the same as it was over six years ago. "After she died, I got a job at the hospital and moved to Gospel. My mom's friend knew a guy that had houses for rent and he let me rent the small house I'm living in now." Mysha explained.

"How old were you when you lost your Mom?" Clay asked curiously.

"Eighteen, it was hard, but I survived. The people at your church helped until..." then she dropped the subject.

"Until what?" Clay queried.

"Nothing Clay, remembering my Mom is always hard for me. Can we talk about something else?" Mysha asked. 

"So you used to go to church. I know something happened. Will you please talk to me about it? Maybe I can convince you to come back." Clay stated.

At this point their meal had arrived and they ate dinner.

After eating dinner, they were stuffed and decided to skip dessert. Clay collected and paid the ticket, and they left the restaurant. They walked to his car joking about the intense run Clay would have to do to burn tonight's calories.

Being ever the gentleman, Clay opened her car door for her and helped her inside. 

Clay looked over at his lovely young companion, "You are so young and beautiful. ThinkingI am too old for her. She'll never see me as more than a preacher.

"Clay, I'm glad I joined you tonight. This was fun. I like you... I mean really like you, but I know I'm not the kind of girl you would date, so..." Mysha looked out of the window cursing herself for talking to much. Clay was a nice man and he offered her dinner simply because of the fact he was nice. She needed to get over this crush she had on him.

Clay reached across the seat and grasped her hand, lifting it to his lips, he gently kissed her knuckles. Her breath caught, as her heart slammed in her chest. The touch of his skin against hers made her body warm and she wondered if he could sense her arousal.

When Clay grasped her hand and kissed her knuckles, his cock hardened. The slightest movement, touch, or even sigh from this girl set him off. He knew who he was and realized that his vocation aside, he'd never stand a chance at such a beautiful and vibrant young lady.

Her heard her sigh when he kissed her hand, noticed that she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together signaling her arousal, and for an instant he wanted to explore. 

He took control of his errant thoughts as he saw their houses come into view. Stopping in front to Mysha's house, he got out to open her door.

"Clay, don't be silly." Mysha told him as he held the door for her. "I can walk from across the street," Mysha concluded.

"Mysha, I want to do this right. Call it the old man in me. Let me walk you to your door." Clay said.

After he walked her to the door, he kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you Mysha for keeping this "old man" company. Sleep well." He then stood until she went inside and secured he door. After that he drove across the street and into his garage.

The next morning, Clay saw Mysha leaving to walk to the bus stop. He was just getting back from his morning run. 

"Hey, Mysha. How are you this morning?" He asked.

She loved looking at him. Standing there wearing a sweat soaked athletic t-shirt and running pants, that accentuated the sinewy muscle of his body, she could not help but admire the view. His golden hair was drenched and hanging just above his shoulders. She longed to simply walk over to him run her fingers through his hair, pull his mouth to hers, and kiss him until she forgot her own name.

But she didn't move, just answered his query politely. "Good morning, Clay. I'm fine. Did you have a nice run?"

"It was nice, refreshing even." Clay replied.

"Well, I've got to go. My bus will be here in a few. Bye Clay. I'll see you later." Then, she left for work. He wished her a great day and then proceeded to go in is house to get ready for his day.

As usual, he stopped by the coffee shop and teased her. He even invited her to come to bible class that evening, but Mysha had to work so she declined his invitation. That evening he had to teach bible class and missed seeing her come home.

Time passed and each morning the two neighbors greeted each other before Mysha went to work. Clay was busy working on some claims at his firm, so he didn't stop by the coffee shop as often as he had previously done.

Although she'd never tell anyone, Mysha missed sparring with him in the morning. Deciding to do something to take her mind off of the delectable minister, she made plans to go out clubbing with some girlfriends.

Clay missed chatting with Mysha just as much, but he was concerned about his age, and whether she'd really want to spend time with him, and other silly things. However after not seeing her for over a week, Clay decided to speak with her Friday night and see if they could spend Saturday together.

He had an important meeting Saturday morning, but the rest of his day was free. He retired to his study to wait for his young sexy neighbor.

Friday evening arrived, and Clay was waiting for Mysha to come home again. However, she was late and he missed her because he had to take an important phone call. Before long, he heard a car horn and realized that Mysha was going out with her friends, so he would talk to her the next morning before he went to his meeting. He looked out of his window to see who was picking her up.

Mysha came out of her house wearing the tiniest outfit imaginable. Clay throat froze as he watched her leaving feeling annoyance and anger at her choice of dress. He hated when she dressed like that because she was beautiful and shouldn't expose herself in that way. She hopped in the car with her friends, laughing loudly, as they drove off.

Clay didn't want her to go out clubbing and socializing with the girls she befriended, however he had no rights where she was concerned. She was a free woman and could make her own choices, besides even if he tried to talk to her about it, it would probably make him seem older than he really was. He went into his study to prepare the sermon he would deliver on Sunday.

Hours passed, and Mysha still had not returned home. Clay began to worry. Where is she? It's after two in the morning and she should have been back by now.

Suddenly, Clay heard a commotion outside. Looking out of the window, he saw a much disoriented Mysha staggering to her house being helped by a man he had never seen before. 

He saw the guy try to kiss her and she pushed him away. His heart jumped into his throat as he watched the man attempted to force himself on her. Clay grabbed his robe in haste, threw it on, and headed towards the unsuspecting couple.

"Excuse me, what's going on here?" Clay asked with a tight voice as he approached the couple. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not attack the man that had his hands all over Mysha.

Looking at him dismissively, "Nothing that's any of your business." The man replied with a smirk.

"Mysha," Clay asked, "Are you alright?"

"Clay, no I'm not." She replied in a slurred voice clearly disoriented and not in control. "Make this guy go away, please."

"Look, she does not need or want your help. Please take your hands off of her and leave." Clay told the guy as he approached him menacingly.

"Clay, Clay Richards, the Pastor at Mt. Zion! Fuck this!" the young man declared as he released his hold on her and stormed off.

Clay caught her in his arms before she completely fell to the ground. He helped her inside her house as the young man drove off.

Mysha loved the feel of his arms around her and in her impaired state she began to respond to him.

Clay prayed for resistance, counted to ten, and willed his body to stay calm. She felt incredible in his arms, all soft and pliant, curvaceous and warm. She smelled heavenly.

Once he got her to her sofa and attempted to help her sit down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down with her. He untangled himself from her embrace, but at this point his cock was rock hard and he knew he had to get out of there fast because he was now in serious trouble.

"Clay, look at me." Mysha whispered. Then she spread her thighs revealing the fact that she wore no underwear.

Clay looked at the most beatutiful pussy. Covered in a thatch of neatly trimmed dark hair, the lips were plump and wet. He could smell her and his mouth watered wondering what she tasted like.

Clay had not taken a vow of celibacy, but he did teach against engaging in premarital relations.

Clay had not been intimately involved with a woman since he joined the church, over ten years ago. He fantasized, dated, and even had a couple of serious girlfriends over the years, but as a minster he abstained. When he found himself in need of release, he masturbated.

After moving in across the street from Mysha, he found himself masturbating quite frequently.

He looked away and grabbed Mysha's knees, and quickly closed her legs. She had a small throw over the back of the sofa and he used that to cover her body from his vision.

"Damn it, Clay. Touch me!" Mysha demanded. She grabbed his hand and guided it to her steaming hot pussy. 

He could have stopped her, pulled his hand away, but he wanted to feel it. The see how hot she really was. 

Mysha groaned when his hand touched her hot flesh.

He massaged her slit as her juices soaked his finger. He heard someone moan and realized it was the both of them. Her vagina opened before him like a Venus flower and before he knew it he had inserted two fingers inside her.

Mysha fucked his hand and she moaned. At this point, Clay gave up and became exactly what he was a man so enthralled in his passions and desire for the woman he was with that he lost all reason.

Mysha suddenly reached up and removed the bodice of her miniscule dress, exposing her beautiful brown mound to his eyes. 

Clay quickly leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Mysha groaned and her pussy spasm on his fingers. She came so hard that it felt like her pussy was trying to pull his whole hand inside of her body.

Clay couldn't take anymore. His cock erupted inside his pajamas shooting out ropes of his own cum. He shivered at the magnitude of the orgasm he'd just experienced.

As her tremors subsided, Clay removed his hand and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Mysha, I am so sorry." He whispered. "I should not have allowed this to happen."

Mysha didn't hear him because she had fallen asleep.

Clay covered her up. He stood and watched her for a moment, then licked her juices from his fingers. Clay loved the taste of pussy. He always suspected that Mysha's would taste divine, and wasn't surprised to find that he was not wrong.

Clay locked her door as he left to go home. He went straight to his prayer corner to pray for forgiveness for the several sins, he knew he'd just committed this night.

Saturday morning, Clay met with the local Bishop, but honestly, he had no idea what the man was talking about. He simply smiled, made noncommittal noises, and hoped he didn't agree to do anything extra. His entire train of thought was focused on Mysha and the amorous activities they'd engaged in the night before. 

When Clay arrived back at his house that afternoon, he noticed that Mysha was not home and briefly wondered where she was. Then, Clay heard a knock on his door, as he looked out and saw Mysha standing on his doorstep. His palms itched badly because he wanted this woman, but being a minister, he could not cross that line ever again. 

He was still embarrassed from the event that occurred hours earlier, so he hoped she didn't remember anything.

"Mysha, good afternoon," he greeted her warmly as he invited her in. "How can I help you today?" he queried.

She entered his house. He could not help but notice what she was wearing. She had on a simple pair of black jeans with a simple white and black t-shirt that did very little to conceal her bountiful breast.

Clay's cock hardened instantly. As his mind vividly recalled the sights he saw last evening, he immediate stood behind a shelf after she entered because she'd have to be blind not to notice the rock he was sporting.

Mysha laughed. Even though she was drunk, she remembered everything that happened earlier that morning. Her body heated at the memory of this man losing control and touching her, burying his fingers inside her and giving her pleasure like she'd only dreamed of. Her pussy was creaming and all he had to do was whisper and she'd lay out before him eager, ready, and willing.

"So formal, pastor, we should be more familiar. After all didn't you lay hands on me and in me this morning, right? " She giggled.

Clay was mortified. Embarrassed, he looked away. "Mysha, you are right. I never should have touched you-"

Realizing that Clay was about to declare that this morning was a mistake. "No, you can't say you're sorry." Mysha panicked, feeling as if the bottom had dropped. He could not deny what they shared. It happened and was wonderful, but if he apologized, then that meant he regretted it. 

"I've always wanted you Clay. You're different from other guys. When you look at me, I feel like a person. Most times I feel like a tragic mistake that never should have happened."

"Mysha, you are a special woman. You deserve to be happy, but what I did was wrong. I'm a minister so, I can't indulge in fleshly pleasures. Besides you were drunk and I had no rights to touch you in that way. I ask that you please forgive me?" Clay tried to pleaded.

"Clay, do you think I'm a slut? Do you think I sleep around? If I was like the girls from your church, would you...?" Mysha asked.

Clay carefully attempted to answer the question. "Mysha, I only know what I see. You were with a young man with no underwear. To me, that is not something a moral woman would do."

"Gah!" Mysha gasped mortified. She never thought he thought of her that way. He was always respectable and treated her kindly. For a second she felt like she did years earlier in that meeting with the church women.

Mysha snapped, "You sanctimonious prick. You had your fingers inside my pussy. Yes, I begged you to put them there. Do you think a pair of panties would have stopped you? I can't believe that I thought you were different."




Saints and Heathens



Tears gathered in her eyes, "I didn't wear panties because I didn't want a panty line you jerk, not for any other reason. But now that I know how you think of me, I'll go." she finished.

Mysha glared at him. She knew what the church people thought of her, but she thought Clay was different. He seemed to be just like the rest. This revelation hurt worse than ever, because for some reason, she really liked him. 

She'd heard enough. When you learned that the one person you thought you could trust saw you as a little more than a hooker, it was time to cut your losses. Turning she headed for the door, she would not even look at him. "I'm sorry Pastor Richards. I promise not to darken your door again." She stated as she fought back the tears that were threatening to fall rolled down her face.

"Mysha wait, we need to talk." Clay called as she rushed out of his backdoor. He realized that he'd hurt her and needed to fix the situation.

However, Mysha had heard all she needed to hear and didn't want to talk to him at the moment.

Rushing across the street, castigating herself the entire time.  Why did I even think he would see me differently? He was just being nice, and I ruined it. I am an idiot. She fumed.

Locking herself in her home, Mysha refused to go outside. After crying for a few hours, she made a decision; she would make changes in her life for herself. The town of Gospel was too small filled with people who were narrow minded hypocrites. She'd find a place where she fit.

A few weeks passed and he saw very little of her. He'd tried to catch her in the mornings as she left for work, but she would leave earlier. On weekends, she'd leave home just to avoid him. Finally, fed up; he went to the coffee shop and was told that she'd quit a week earlier.

Clay finally decided to just go to her house and talk to her. 

"Mysha, I know you're home. Please let me in. Come on, talk to me." Clay pleaded at her door one Tuesday afternoon.

Mysha did not respond. She was too embarrassed to face him. She'd thrown herself at him and he thought she was promiscuous. 

Closing her eyes, Mysha fought back the tears. True, she was not a virgin, but she'd only been with one man, her boyfriend in high school. To know what he thought of her cut her deeply. And she could not face him now. Not without falling apart, which she refused to do in his presence.

Blam, Blam, Blam! Clay continued knocking. "Mysha please, talk to me." He pleaded.

Mysha did not move from her seat on her kitchen floor. She could not face him, hear another apology from him. He was not and could never be hers. That's what hurt the most. With a broken heart and crushed spirit, Mysha made the only choice she believed she had left, she'd move away.

Sobbing quietly, with that decision made, she wrote her letter for lease termination and pulled the realty section of the paper to see what was available in the city. 

She found three promising prospects and called. She then made arrangements to travel to the city to view the properties. Mysha called her two jobs, and requested the time off for the next day.

Wednesday morning, she rose early to catch the bus to the city. Clay noticed that she didn't catch her usual bus, and was alarmed. He sensed something was wrong, but he had to get to his job. He'd try and talk to her again tonight. Honestly, he missed talking with her. All he could think about was her: her smile, her laugh, her sweet nature, her taste. Yes, he could still taste her essence.

He regretted his loose woman comment, but the was nothing he could do to retract it. She took it the wrong way and thought he was talking about her, but he wasn't. Well, not really.

It didn't matter anyway. He wanted her back, her friendship, her closeness. He'd do anything to win back her favor, but first she had to talk to him. He had to get her to talk to him.

The weekend for the first annual youth summit arrived. Clay was obligated to be there, so his missed a chance to talk to Mysha this time. Everyone from the community was there. Everyone, except her, the one he wanted more than anything.

The activities lasted all day and when Clay made it home he was exhausted. However, he still walked over to Mysha's house to talk to her. Again, she was not home. Dropping his head and feeling dejected, Clay walked back to his house.

Another week passed and Clay and Mysha kept missing each other. Looking out of his window on Saturday morning, he saw a rental car in her yard. Clay's heart pounded because he felt something just wasn't right. Mysha always took the bus, why was there a car, a rental no less, in her yard. Before he realized it, he was standing on her porch.

He knocked on her door and Mysha called for him to come in. When he entered the house, he was taken aback by the commotion going on in her house. Mysha was leaving. Her entire home was packed.

She looked up into the eyes of her neighbor as her heart broke because she knew she could never be with him. Taking a deep breath, Mysha forced herself to be cheerful and smile at her neighbor. The one man she was ever attracted to as he stood in her foyer confused and questioning her about what she was doing.

Putting on a brave face, Mysha smiled thinking.Damn, him. Will I ever get over him?

"Mysha, what's going on here?" Clay asked clearly confused. She's leaving. She's going to leave me. I can't let her go. Clay shivered as these thought raced through his mind.

He knew she'd taken what he said harshly, but it didn't warrant her moving away.

"What does it look like Pastor? I'm moving. The new tenants will be moving here in two weeks. I'm sure they will probably be respectful God fearing neighbors for you. You don't need a slut living across the street from you." Mysha concluded as she turned away and finished taping her boxes.

"Mysha, listen to me. I apologize. I'm sorry. I don't think you're a slut. Please let me explain." He pleaded.

"There is nothing to explain, you made your thoughts clear when you said I have no morals." She looked at him and for a second he saw the pain she fought to keep hidden. "It's alright Clay. It's like I've always been told, I don't belong near... I finally get it." She then turned to finish packing.

Clay was clearly confused and angry. He didn't want her to go away. "Mysha, what are you talking about? Please listen to me for a moment." Cupping her cheek, he looked deeply into her eyes and willed her to listen.

"I wanted you that night. I could have stopped, but I didn't. Honestly, I was more upset with myself than I was with you. Do you understand how you affect a man? You spread your thighs and I saw you. It's been ten years Mysha, ten years since I felt, smelt, or even tasted a woman. Ten years since I've been with anyone." Clay explained.

She looked at him thinking, You said I had no morals, simply because I went commando. 

"That's alright, Clay. You're not the only one that thinks I'm a slut." She said softly. "I see the way your members look at me. I know they don't like it when you talk to me. I wanted you that night. I needed you to touch me, in more ways than one."

"Mysha, please" Clay whispered full of despair. "I never called you that. It's not fair that you keep saying I did. Just, don't leave. I am a pastor, but I am also a man. I care about you Mysha, please don't go. Give me a chance to know the real you."

"No, I can't stay because..." sighing longing to give in to his plea, "I just can't Clay. I'm moving into my new place today and moving on with my life. I'm just waiting on the truck." Mysha whispered.

Incensed, Clay lashed out at her causing her to flinch. "You pretend that you are so tough and what people think doesn't matter. But that's a lie, isn't it Mysha. You're a coward. You won't even give me a chance, give us a chance. You're running away." 

Mysha stopped packing and looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "You know everything, right Clay. So I guess you're right. Maybe I am a coward. I've lived here for years, and put up with the holy-rollers in your church. I've spent years listening to their snide remarks about me. Years ago, I actually tried to attend your church."

"First Lady Black and your Precious Mother Thomas ended that foolishness, when they ..., never mind." Mysha stopped to wipe away her tears that escaped and slowly cascaded down her puffy brown cheeks as she refocused on him.

"I saw you when you moved in and I thought you were different, but you're not. You're just as judgmental and prejudiced as the rest of them." She said sadly. 

Clay's heart shattered into a million pieces. He really liked this girl. He knew she didn't go to church. He never knew why. To find out how she'd been ill-treated by some of the people from his church, was devastating for him. 

"Mysha, I'm sorry you were mistreated and that I hurt your feelings that night, but I don't want you to go." Clay whispered. Many people would frown on him becoming involved with her, but a part of him didn't like the thought of her moving away.

Mysha stopped moving for a moment. "Do you think this is easy for me? Do you really believe I want to walk away from you?"

Inhaling deeply, she continued, heart pounding, nervous, "You are the only man I've ever truly wanted and I can't have you. I'm not good for you. You deserve a woman who can stand beside you and have you be honored that she's there."

"Mysha, if I wasn't a preacher, would you give me a chance? If I was just a regular guy, would you really get to know me?" Clay asked as his heart pounded in his chest. "If I resigned as pastor from the church, would you stay with me? Move in with me?" Clay whispered.

"Clay, don't ask that of me. You are a minister, a pastor nonetheless. How can you even ask me that?" The tears fell as she spoke. "I won't compete with the church. Mainly because I'll never fit in there, so I wish you the best, but I'm out."

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and buried his face in her stomach and sobbed. "I can't let you leave me, Mysha. You see, I believe .... There has to be a way to fix this." Clay sobbed softly, heartbroken at the thought of her leaving.

"Clay, get up. Don't do this. You know are the pastor of the church. You also know that and I am not the type of woman that your parishioners will accept." Mysha sighed. 

"So please, stop. Get up, I mean it. Clay. Get up!"she commanded.

Mysha heard the movers pull up. "Mysha" Clay whispered pain so intense he that it laced his voice, "Do you feel anything at all for me? I thought ..."

Mysha looked at him as he kneeled before her. Her heart shattered. She felt as if nothing mattered anymore because she had to walk away from this man. 

"Clay," she stroked his cheek and ran her fingers through his beautiful blond hair, "you have no idea what you mean to me but I'm not good for you, so I have to go." Mysha explained as she gently moved away from him.

The moving truck arrived and the moving men came in and started loading her things. Clay helped them pack the truck, even though he was devastated.

He looked at her one last time and issued his final plea, "Mysha, I don't want you to go. I need you Mysha. I need you here, Mysha. Please, don't go."

Stroking his cheek once more, Mysha gently kissed his forehead. Finally, it was time for her to drive away.

"Mysha, can you tell me where you are going? Please, give me your phone number, or something. I want to call and check on you." Clay said his face red and flushed covered with tears he refused to hide. 

Mysha looked at him with tears streaming down her dark chocolate cheeks. "Clay, I think we need a clean break. You've been a good friend and great neighbor. But I can't stay friends with you. It's too confusing. Goodbye, Clay. Be happy, you deserve it." Then she drove off.

Clay went back to his house and collapsed. He questioned God in his infinite wisdom, yelled at the fates, and in essence cursed his fated existence. But in the end, he ended up curled into a tight ball sobbing his heart out for a love that would never be. Finally, he prayed that God would keep Mysha safe and protected.

Months passed and Clay seemed to simply exist. He went to work, preached, helped people when asked, but his heart was not really into the things he did.

Deacon Jones and Mother Williams talked daily as they both saw how lonely the young minister was and felt bad for him. The Friends and Family day service was coming up, and the elder members were excited. 

This service promised to be more successful than the last one because with the increase in membership, more people were expected to come. This year they made sure to invite all of the people in the community.

It was scheduled to take place in two weeks. Clay congratulated the seniors on their determination and drive in organizing the event. Although he smiles when he congratulated him, the smile never reached his eyes.

Both elder members notice that the pastor had become withdrawn. He was short with people and seemed simply unhappy. Mother Williams realized she hadn't seen him at the coffee shop in months. She also realized that girl didn't work their anymore.

She decided to get to the root of the problem and invite her to the service in an effort to see if she was the cause of Pastor Richard's ill moods. Mother Williams knew the girl lived across the street from him, so finding her house was no problem. Her plan was to extend her a personal invitation, and this time she wouldn't let her refuse.

Later that morning accompanied by two other church members, she went to Mysha's house to invite her personally to the summit.

They approached the door and heard children which confused Mother Williams for a moment. When Mother Williams rang the doorbell, there newest church member opened the door and greeted them warmly.

She was taken aback. When did Mysha leave? Where did she go? That explains a lot. She had watched Pastor Clay, when Mysha was around. He smiled more, was more relaxed, but now, he didn't smile at all, not really. He always seemed so sad and lonely. She wished she could fix this.

She called Deacon Jones and relayed what she'd discovered that afternoon.

Deacon Jones talked with her and listened, but when asked to approach the pastor, he refused. Although he could emphasize with the young minister, he tried to stay out of people's personal business.

A couple of more months had passed and it was clear that Pastor Richards was not happy. Several of the young women in his congregation, vied for his attention. They would prepare meals and bring the food to his house.

Clay was never cruel, but he politely refused their advances and pointed them in the direction of other young men in the congregation that would be enamored by their attentions.

Because of his actions, he would be officiating four different wedding in the spring. 

Clay kept himself busy, with his work, and several pet projects he'd started. During the day, he didn't think about her as much.

But in the evenings, when he was home alone, Mysha dominated his thoughts. Her absence caused him pain.Where is she? What is she doing? Is she dating anyone?He'd wonder.

Several more months had passed, and she still missed him. She wondered  Does he think about me? Does he miss me? At night, Clay monopolized her dreams. She had gotten to the point where she could think about him without her heart exploding in pain. She knew a relationship between them would never be.

Mysha decided to get over Clay by focusing on something else. She started classes, worked a new job that she liked, and volunteered at a local community youth group in her new neighborhood.

A gorgeous six feet tall, blond haired gray eyed minister was the last thing she allowed herself to think about.

She figured, by now, he'd found a nice girl in his church that everyone approved of. He probably forgot she ever existed.

One night, while working an extra shift at the restaurant, a good looking guy waited to get Mysha's attention. Once her shift ended, the young man approached her and asked her out.

At first she started to refuse, but then decided to accept. Greg was a really nice guy: a junior in college, majoring in computer sciences, and a star player on the basketball team.

Mysha and Greg dated for a few months, but she still thought about Clay. Being with Greg helped, it gave her something else to focus on. Mysha attended all of Greg's games, cheering the loudest when he scored. Greg waited for her at her jobs late at night so she never had to travel home alone. He never pressured her, and their relationship developed slowly. 

One night, Greg was at her apartment. They were watching a movie and spending time together. Mysha felt they needed to go to another step in their relationship, so she kissed him.

Greg held her close and returned her kiss. He slid his hands under her t-shirt so that he could touch her skin. Mysha reveled in the feel of a man' s hands on her body. 

She groaned. She closed her eyes and in her mind it was Clay about to make love to her. Clay was kissing her, holding her, making her feel so good. Before she realized it she whispered three words in his ear. "Clay I love you."

Greg froze, "Who is Clay and why did you call me his name?"

Mysha was mortified. "Greg, I am so sorry. Clay was, is... It's hard to explain, but I really cared about him. I thought I was over him. I am sorry."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Greg asked. 

Mysha unloaded. She told him everything and how he asked her not to leave.

Greg listened. Then he asked her a question, one she didn't think about. "How do you know you were not supposed to be with him? He chose you and his boss is God, maybe, just maybe God chose you for him?"

"Seriously, Greg, I told you what he thought of me. Come on!" Mysha grumbled.

"Hmmm, let's see. You went out clubbing, commando, I might add. Then you basically tried to rape the guy and then got pissed when he told you what he thought after you asked him." Greg paused.

"Am I right? Girl, it's been months and you're still thinking about him. Call him." He chuckled. In all honesty, Greg was a little disappointed, but he felt that they would make better friends.

"What am I supposed to do, just call him and say, Hey, Clay. It's me Mysha. We need to talk. Come on, Greg. It's been months since I moved. He might not even remember me." she complained.

"Mysha, as your friend, I think you should call him. You didn't give him you number or address so he can't call you. I'll even sit with you while you dial, promise." Greg advised pushing her playfully.

"Greg, thanks for letting me vent tonight. I'm sorry I led you on." She apologized.

"Mysha, you are my friend. Now, call and try to talk to him. Even if he has moved on, at least you can find closure. Don't be scared. I'm sitting right here." Greg asked.

Mysha picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number. The phone rang, then a voice she'd never forget answered.

"Hello, Pastor Clay Richards, may I ask whose calling?" Clay answered. A number appeared on caller ID, but no name appeared with it. Mysha's heart pounded into her chest. She had to remind herself to breathe.

"Hi, Clay it's me, Mys-" he cut her off.

"Mysha, Mysha," Clay whispered, elated to hear her voice as his heart slammed in his chest. "Where are you? How are you? Mysha?"

"Hey, I'm going home now. Call me later?" Greg told her as he gave her a quick hug as he was leaving. Mysha nodded and waved bye to her friend.

"Who was that? Is there a man there with you?" Clay asked, jealously rearing its ugly head.

"No, he's the reason I got the courage to call. He just left." Mysha answered.

"Oh, listen, where are you? What city? I want to come see you, Mysha." Clay stated not quite comfortable with the thought of another man being near her.




Saints and Heathens



"Clay, we do need to talk. I live in Munson. Can you drive down this weekend?" Mysha asked holding her breath hoping he would make the trip.

Give me your address. I'll be at your house early Saturday." Clay replied.

She gave him her address and directions to her apartment complex. They spoke for a few more minutes until he had to go. It was Thursday night and Clay taught bible class on Thursdays.

As soon as Clay got home, he called Mysha's number. Mysha answered, knowing, who the caller was.

"Clay, how was service tonight?" Mysha asked. She was at a loss of what to talk about and she didn't want to get into anything too serious before they met face to face.

"The sermon was fine. I don't want to talk about that. I just needed to hear your voice again" Clay answered.

"Oh, Clay." Mysha sighed into the phone.

They talked for a while, and soon they both needed to go to bed. "Mysha, I am driving to see you tomorrow as soon as I get off work. I'll take you to dinner."

Friday evening at six, Clay pulled up outside of Mysha's apartment building.

He got out of his car and walked to her apartment door.

He rang the doorbell and Mysha opened the door to let him in.

When she opened the door, Clay simply stared at her. He was mesmerized. She was a true vision of loveliness. Standing before him wearing a simple white halter top and her customary mini skirt, Clay was captivated. "Clay, come in." Mysha repeated.

He entered her apartment, giving her the roses he bought for her earlier.

"So, are you ready to go out to dinner. I didn't make reservations anywhere. I was hoping we could go to Applebee's or a Chili's.' Clay explained.

"Well, if you feel adventurous, we could fix something here." Mysha offered.

That was perfect for Clay, because he simply wanted to be alone with her.

Mysha went into her kitchen and made a couple of sandwiches for them as Clay waited for her in her living room. He sat on the sofa.

She brought their sandwiches out and went back to get their glasses of water.

They ate and then it was time to talk.

"So, how have you been?" Mysha asked in an attempt to break the ice.

However, Clay, didn't feel like playing games.

"Fine, Mysha, I missed you." Clay blurted out. "Why did you leave? I know what you said at the time, but were you afraid, did you feel inferior, why, Mysha?"

"Wow, you went straight to the point didn't you? Clay, you are a minister. I don't even go to church. Your parishioners would definitely rise up against you if you brought me into the church with you." Mysha tried to explain. Her heart was pounding in her chest. 

"Clay, what I did to you was embarrassing. I can't even blame the alcohol, I just wanted you. When you said the comment about moral women, it reminded me of what First Lady Black said..." a look of pain crossed her face and Clay wanted to find this woman and hurt her.

"Baby, what did she say to you? Mother Williams mentioned something, but she will not go into details. Please tell me what she said to you." he implored holding her hands.

In a voice so low, Mysha related the events that occurred in that office years earlier. By the time she was finished, Clay was shaking with fury. When she finished, Mysha could not contain the tears that flowed down her face. Clay's heart was broken as he tried to see the two older women she'd described in a totally new light.

He knew something needed to be done to fix this, he'd address Mother Thomas and Mother Williams at the church as soon as he returned home. If either lady confirmed Mysha's story he'd be placing a call to Pastor Black and demanding an apology to Mysha from his wife. Silently he fumed, How dare they treat a young woman like this? That was not right and they should not be allowed to get away with it.

Clay wrapped his arms around Mysha and held her close. Leaning into her neck, he inhaled. He loved her scent as committed it to his memory.

"Listen to me, they will never treat you like that again. Do you understand me Mysha? I can't believe Mother Williams took part-" Clay began to rant as Mysha cut him off.

"No, she didn't. She was the only one that didn't. They actually attacked her as well because she tried to defend me. Mother Williams is a good person and I have always respected her. I never blamed her, but those other two..." Mysha shook her head as if she was clearing away thoughts.

"Hey, I don't want to think about it anymore." Mysha said in an attempt to change the topic."So, what have you been up to lately?"

Clay smiled. "Well, I hired a lawn service to take care of my yard. Since you left, I didn't have a reason to work in it anymore. I only did it so you could watch me."

"What?" Mysha looked at him quizzically, "Are you serious? What did I have to do with you working in your yard?" she asked.

"Well, beautiful, I saw you watching me every Saturday morning before you went to work." Chuckling he added, "I hate yard work."

"Oh my goodness, you saw me." Mysha blushed. "Well, I would not have been looking if you didn't look so good without a shirt." Slamming her hand over her mouth, she looked away to hide her embarrassment.

Clay laughed. He took her hand and pulled her to him. "Look at me Mysha. Mysha, look at me." 

Slowly she looked up and the intensity of his eyes caused her to catch her breath. "There is no reason for you to be embarrassed, because I wanted you to see me. You see I watched you as well. Everything I said to you on the day you moved is true. You are important to me Mysha, I need you in my life."

"Mysha, listen. Let's date first, for a while and see if we can find a way to make this work. Don't ask me to walk away from you. I refuse too; I will not give you up. Can we, at least, try to be together?" Clay said softly. "Besides, I'm older than you and you should listen to your elders."

Mysha didn't really listen to any thing he was saying. He was so close to her she was busy inhaling his scent. He was even more handsome than she remembered. Her heart was racing, her breathe quickened, her palms were sweaty as she admired him.

 Damn, she thought How can he possibly being more good looking? His eyes are gorgeous and he's so fine. Goodness, his arms are huge. Shit Mysha's pussy was drenched just listening and looking at him.

"Mysha, please answer. I asked an important question." Clay queried.

He was concerned because he'd just asked to her to be with him and she was staring at him as if she didn't hear.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Clay was hurt. She wasn't listening to him. She had her mind on something or someone else.

Dropping his head, he dismissed the question. "I'm older than you, so do as I say." Clay joked. "Mysha, let's date and see if we can work this out?"

"Clay, the people in your church will not approve of me. If we date openly, it might cause problems for you at your church."

She slowly moved away from him. Mysha really cared about this man. When he said the comments he had said to her month's ago, it hurt. But he was here now, and that had to mean something. 

Clay walked over to where Mysha stood, and wrapped his arms around her and inhaled her scent. He loved everything about this amazing woman and could not wait until the day he could make her his wife. But he knew she wasn't ready to go that far yet.

Then he turned her around so that she faced him and slowly kissed her. As he kissed her, she ran her fingers through his golden locks. Mysha moaned as her body ignited and felt as if she was about to combust. 

The moment his firm lips met her soft plush ones, Clay knew he'd never let her go.

Mysha pressed her body into his indulging in the feel of this man in her arms. She slid her hands under his shirt because she needed to feel his body. Slowly but steadily she stroked his back. 

Clay began to nuzzle her neck and slowly his hand inched under her top where he touched her naked breast beneath her thin top. Mysha moaned as his rubbed and massaged her erect nipples.

"Baby, wait." Clay stopped Mysha as she went to remove her top.

"We have to stop before we go too far. I'm going to a motel for the night. I'll be back in the morning. We can spend the day together." Clay said softly as he stroked her chocolate cheek.

"Please stay, Clay. I don't want you to go." Mysha pleaded softly. She wrapped her arms around him once more and held him close.

Clay kissed her once again, "If I stay,...uuummm. I can't be with you right now and you are too tempting. I can't make love to you, as much as I want to, so I've got to leave. When we do make love, it will be as man and wife, OK, baby." Clay whispered.

"Whoa, man and wife, are you serious?" Mysha queried. "Clay, that's a huge leap of faith."

"I understand your convictions, but can you stay and hold me for a while." Mysha pleaded.

"Ok, but just a little while. Alright." Clay responded thinking, Darn it, I hope the marriage thing didn't freak her out too much. He held her close until she fell asleep in his arms.

A little after midnight, Clay shook her gently to wake her and leave to find a local motel.

"Stay here," Mysha whispered. "I have an extra room. Besides, you're going back home later anyway right. Why spend money on a motel when you will only be there a few hours?"

Everything in Clay screamed RUN! He knew he was barely able to keep his hands off of her. It was late and he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to resist her if he stayed.

"Baby, I can't stay. If I stay, I won't sleep in the guest room. I'm going to a motel because for me that's safer. I will see you later this morning." Clay explained.

Mysha rose, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him soundly. She walked him to her door and watched him drive away.

Saturday morning, Mysha was up and dressed early waiting for Clay to arrive. Mysha carefully chose her outfit this time. Donning a plain light blue t-shirt and pair of jeans, she looked at their reflection to make sure she looked decent.

They were spending the day together and she wanted to look nice for him.

Her phone rang, and it was Greg. He wanted to know how things were going. Mysha blushed and thanked her friend again for encouraging her to call Clay. They made arrangements to get together for lunch later the next week.

Soon Clay was there, ringing her doorbell. She opened the door and let him in. The first thing Clay noticed was the way her face lit up when she saw him. He loved it because his world became brighter when she was around.

The young couple spent the day together, simply enjoying each other's company. Before long, the day ended and Clay needed to head home to prepare the sermon for Sunday's service. 

Around six, he drove Mysha home and promised to drive back and see her next weekend.

She held on to him tightly to him then he kissed her goodbye. She didn't want him to go. Truthfully, he didn't want to leave. They held each other for a while and then Clay finally left.

As soon as he walked back into his home, he called Mysha. He just needed to hear her voice. They talked for a while and then Clay had to work on his sermon.

He went to his prayer corner and prayed and his message came to him like a bright light. He knew exactly, what he would say.

Mother Williams and Deacon Jones weren't the only ones to recognize the change in the Pastor's demeanor. He seemed happier this morning. They only hoped that it was permanent and not something that would fade away as soon as it came.

Mother Williams waited for Clay to enter his office. She then walked in to speak with him privately.

"Good morning, Pastor. You seem happy today. I'm glad to see you are in a better mood." Mother Williams said, hoping he'd tell her something.

Clay loved his members, but he knew Mother Williams was nosy. "Good morning, Mother. God is Good. Thank you for the work you did on the youth summit and Friends and family programs. They were spectacular."

Mother Williams basked in his praise and soon forgot all about her fact finding mission.

"Mother Williams I heard something this weekend, and I need you to clarify it for me." Clay continued. "What happened with Mysha, Mother Black, Mother Thomas, and you a few years ago? Please don't sugar-coat it. I need the truth."

Mother Williams dropped her head in shame. "Pastor, I tried to tell you once before, but I am so ashamed of my part in this I just could not." She then relayed the events to him as they occurred.

At the end of her version of the story, Clay had to ask, "Why? Why did you three do this to her? How could you just sit there that long and not try to stop them sooner? She detests the church because of the ranting of two hateful old women. She never blamed you Mother Williams. She was actually upset that they attacked you. I know it wasn't your fault. I know you tried to stop them, but they hurt her Mother Williams.

Thank you, Mother Williams for standing for her that day. Please ask Mother Thomas to come and see me. You can sit in with her if you would like too but I ...."

Drying away her tears with a small hanky, she said, "Yes Pastor, we'll be right back."

Fifteen minutes later, both older women were sitting in his office. Clay restating all of the details from that morning years earlier, Clay then addressed Mother Thomas.

"Mother Thomas, why did you treat a young woman so despicably all those years ago?" Clay queried.

Mother Thomas was shocked. No one ever questioned her, but this young man felt he had the right to. The only reason he was questioning her was because he wanted to mess around with that young hussy. She'd be calling the church board about this.

Clay could see the anger building behind her aged eyes. Politely, he passed her his phone. "Go on, call the church board and when you finish reporting me, I will definitely report you and Mother Black for your abuse of a young impressionable member.

Mother Thomas, you were wrong. You know you were wrong, but you have to stand in judgment for your own hateful actions. Suffice it to say, I am truly disappointed in you. As an elder woman in this church, you are suppose to build people up, not tear them down." He concluded before Mother Thomas left his office.

After she left, Clay made a phone call. "Good morning Pastor Black. This is Pastor Clay Richards. An incident has come to light that I feel you need to be informed of." He then told Pastor Black about how his wife and the other elder woman treated Mysha at his church.

Pastor Black was stunned because he honestly didn't know his wife was that hateful to someone. He apologized to Clay and asked for a number to reach Mysha so he could apologize to her; however Clay said, he'd have her to call him later that week. When Pastor Black hung up, he asked his wife, Aggie, to join him so they could talk. 

Sunday night, Mysha called Clay. She found herself missing him and needed to hear his voice.

"Hello, Mysha" Clay greeted as he picked up his phone. Mysha exhaled.

Man, she breathes and I'm hard.thought Clay as he gently rubbed his hard-on inside his pajamas.

"Clay, I needed to hear your voice. That's all. I had a great time this weekend. Can I come see you one day this week? I won't if you're not comfortable with me be-" Clay cut her off.

"What day are you coming? Do you want me to come get you?" Clay asked hurriedly excited at the thought of spending time with her.`

"I'm renting a car. I'm off on Wednesday and I can come then. If it's going to cause problems with your church, I don't have to come." Mysha explained.

"Baby, I have to work, but I have a spare key to my house on the right side ledge of the screen door. Let yourself in if I'm not home. Call me and I will come to you as soon as I can. Mysha, I can't wait to see you." Clay declared.

OK, I'll see you Wednesday then" Mysha declared. "Oh, and Clay, I can't wait to see you either. Goodnight baby." She then hung up her phone and went to bed dreaming about the only man she ever wanted.

Mysha had the rest of the week off and headed to Gospel to see Clay. She stopped at the Days Inn and got a room from which she called Clay at work.

"Are you at the house, just make yourself comfortable. I'll leave early and be there at four." Clay concluded so excited that she was in town.

"Clay, I got a room at the Days Inn. I'm not at your house, however, I will meet you there at four." Mysha explained.

"Oh, OK. Well, I'll see you in a few hours" Clay said before hanging up.

Mysha arrived at his home after he got off work. He took her to dinner. While they were eating at the restaurant, Mother Williams saw them and was overjoyed to see Mysha with him.

She rushed over to their table and quickly embraced the young woman. Mother Williams sat at the table for a moment because she had something she needed to say,

"Mysha, I am so sorry for the way we treated you that morning years ago. I must ask you to forgive me."

Mysha smiled at her, "Mother Williams, there's nothing to forgive. You were the only person that made me feel welcomed. Thank you."

Mother Williams smiled and thanked her. She then returned to her own table on the other side of the restaurant.

Clay and Mysha enjoyed there afternoon together. Clay drove to his house, where Mysha got into her rental car and went back to the hotel.

The next day, Mysha slept in and decided to go to a local diner for lunch. Seeing her old friends again was great and she had a few minutes to catch up. The girls even invited her to join them for a night to paint the two red. 

Mysha wanted to spend her free time with Clay, so she refused, but promised to get together with them when they traveled to Munson.

Clay got off work and immediately picked Mysha up from her hotel. They spent the entire afternoon together.

Clay invited her to church because he had to teach bible class. Mysha paused, but then she smiled. She agreed to come and Clay was overjoyed.

She rode with him and when they entered the church, everyone was so welcoming. Everyone had learned how she had been treated years earlier, and they were appalled at the treatment that she received.

Mysha sat near the rear and listen as Clay taught the class. He was dynamic. Class ended and everyone headed home. 

Back at her motel, Mysha told Clay she'd head home the next morning. He didn't want her to leave yet without telling her the truth.

Clay pulled Mysha to him and kissed her softly. "Mysha I have a confession. Please listen. I'm in love with you. I didn't realize how I felt until you left. I've always found you attractive. 

I watched you, you know. I wanted to murder the guys you went out with. I wanted you, but I am a minister and I cannot allow myself to indulge desires of the flesh."

He took a deep breath.

That night, the night I touched you. I wanted so much more, but I was wrong. I licked your juices off my hand and you tasted divine, Mysha.

I know that it would be wrong to get involved with you physically so we have to figure something out." Clay stated.

Mysha for the first time in her life was speechless. This man was really all she ever wanted. So she also took a chance.

"Clay, I love you, too. I know we probably can't be together." Mysha stated. "But that doesn't stop me from wanting you. You are the most perfect man I have ever seen. 

How could I not want you? But I know your vocation is bigger than life. I will not compete with that. I wish we could be together, but ...." she looked away.

Clay smiled, "You love me Mysha. You love me." He sighed and held her close.

"Yes, Clay. I love you." Mysha smiled before he covered her lips in a passionate kiss.

"I want us to be exclusive. I mean date exclusively. We can alternate weeks. One weekend you visit me here, and the next week end I visit you in Munson.




Saints and Heathens



For the next six months, Clay and Mysha dated openly. One weekend when Mysha was visiting Gospel, Clay asked her to stay and come to church that Sunday. 

He had a special message to deliver and wanted her opinion.

Sunday morning arrived and Mysha arrived at church with Clay. Everyone was cordial to her even Mother Thomas. To her surprise Pastor Black stood at the pulpit and when she looked at the section for the Mother Board, there sat Mother Black trying to avoid her gaze.

Mysha started to stand, but a pair of strong arms circled her waist. It was Clay. "Baby," he whispered, "I promise they will never hurt you again. Please stay, don't leave." He pleaded in her ear.

Mother Williams chose to sit next to her because she could imagine how awkward the young lady felt.

Service started and Pastor Black spoke first.

He opened with a scripture, and the asked his wife to join him at the podium. Aggie Black took her position beside her husband.

"Members of the congregation, I did you a great disservice as your pastor. It is the pastor's job to protect the members of his flock. 

Years ago, my wife and another member of our church family committed a grievous sin. They caused a child of God to walk away from the church. This happened under my watch and I failed to watch closely enough to stop it.

"Mysha, will you please stand?" Pastor Black asked. "I am sorry. I failed you as a pastor, and I failed in keeping you safe. What my wife and Mother Thomas did to you was wrong. I ask that you find it in your heart to forgive us."

Mother Black's face was downcast the entire time her husband was speaking. Mysha knew she was not really sorry, just like Mother Thomas, but it didn't matter to her anymore. She could move on. Smiling at Pastor Black, she mouthed the words Thank you, I forgive you. 

Pastor Black marched down from the podium and embraced Mysha tightly. His wife simply returned to her seat next to Mother Thomas.

Clay went to the podium to deliver the message for the day. He gave a powerful sermon. He engaged the audience, but his eyes never left Mysha.

"I love pasturing this church. Since I've been here these few years our membership has grown. However, I must say that as a people we have a lot of growing up to do. When I learned of the incident involving our most trusted church leaders years ago, the accusations made me pause. 

I had to look at myself for a moment and ask myself, Am I judgmental? Do I think I have the right to pick who does and who does not do things?

The bible teaches us to abstain from even the appearance of evil. If your eye offends thee, pluck it out. If your hand offends thee, cut it off. It teaches that you cannot serve two masters.We must choose. But in its pages are also the words 

Our job is to teach and spread the Gospel. You see, God is not going to come down from heaven and do a meet and greet. The only God most people will see is the God that lives inside of us. That's why we are so important. When we abuse our position and crush a person who is seeking membership, fellowship, a place where they can belong, then God in his glory cannot be revealed in the way he needs to.

Our great Mothers made a mistake. But it was just that a mistake. I want to rest of us to learn from their error. You treat every person, whether they are a church member or not, as God would treat them. God doesn't hurt people. He does not tear a person down. He gets no glory in trying to destroy a person. He loves, and he loves each and every one of us, the Saint as well as the Heathen.

Let's not forget this simple fact. If God was sitting next to you, how would you treat him?

I'm done. Please let us pray.

Service ended and Clay had Mysha to stand with him as he bid farewell to his parishioners. Right before they left, Pastor Black and his wife approached.

Mother Black quickly embraced Mysha briefly and offered a short apology. Although Mysha believed, she wasn't sincere, she decided to be the bigger person and let the anger go. Embracing the older woman, Mysha spoke.

"Mother Black, you hurt me that day. I looked up to you and that attack was unwarranted, but I know you believe you were doing what was right." 

Mysha sighed and looked Mother Black in the eyes and continued. "I too was out of line. I retaliated calling you and mother Thomas some horrible things. Can you please forgive me?"

Mother Black laughed, "Young lady, you were right. We were being a couple of hypocritical old prudes. There is nothing to forgive, I was wrong, and I know that now. Your capacity to forgive is amazing and will be a needed in this church. Thank you, Mysha." Mysha looked at her confused.

Clay and Mysha went to his house to spend a few more hours together before Mysha returned to her apartment in Munson. 

Clay was being extremely quiet and Mysha began to wonder what was going on.

Soon the hour was late and Mysha was about ready to drive back. Clay looked at her, the look in his eyes indiscernible and spoke, "Do you like living there, in Munson, I mean?"

"Yea, it's close to school I have jobs that I like and my best friend is there. Clay, what's going on?" Mysha asked curious.

"Nothing, I just wondered." Clay inhaled, his heart pounding. "Greg, he's just a friend, right?"

"Clay, you've met Greg. You know he's my friend. What is going on here?" Mysha assured him. It was obvious something was bothering him.

Clay closed his eyes, he took several deep breaths, then he whispered. "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay."

Mysha then moved to stand in front of him, cupping his face with both hands, she made him look at her. The need and longing in his eyes made her heart pound and she knew, he was it for her. If she ever doubted it for a second, all doubts were erased in this moment. Wrapping her arm around him, she inhaled his scent. A fragrance she could never get enough of.

"Clay," Mysha began softly. "I don't want to leave either, but I have to go home. I have school and work tomorrow. What is going on with you?"

Clay lifted her and pressed is hardened member against her core. "Oh," Mysha gasped. "Clay, we can't."

"I know, but I want you Mysha. I want more than dates on the weekends, talks over the phone, tweets, and texts. I want you in my bed, naked, beneath me as I make love to you all night. I want to bury my member so deep inside you, we truly become one."

"I dream about you Mysha, remembering how you taste. I need more, but I can't indulge." Clay gently lowered her back to the floor and stood walking across the room.

Mysha's heart froze. Oh no, what is he saying. "Clay, are you breaking up-"

He hurried to her and kissed her. As he lifted her up, Mysha wrapped her legs around him and felt his hardness pressing against her burning core. Clay began to grind against her and her panties were drenched from her arousal.

He moved his kisses to her neck as he ground against her. Mysha was moaning. It had been a long time since she'd been with someone. She only wanted him, Clay.

Moving on of his hands between her spread thighs, he stroked her overheated slit. Pushing the crotch of her panties aside, he inserted two of his fingers inside her and pumped his hand.

Mysha eagerly met the thrust of his fingers with thrust of her own, causing her pussy to clench on his fingers.

Mysha screamed as she came. Clay held her tight so that she wouldn't fall. When she finished, she needed him. "Clay, please, let me taste you. Let me take you in my mouth, just this once." She pleaded as her hands stroked his engorged cock through his slacks.

Clay moaned, "No, Mysha, I should have stopped." Please forgive-" Mysha kissed him forcefully. Unfastening his pants as her tongue danced with his. Carefully and skillfully, she freed his erect member then suddenly, she dropped down and took him into her mouth.

Clay was speechless, and could no longer talk,, just feel. She took him all in to the back of her throat, before he could utter a word, he felt his balls clench and his cock throb deep inside her mouth. He began to fuck her mouth vigorously and after the third stroke, he exploded, spewing his seed down her throat.

Mysha eagerly drank every drop. When he softened, she stood. She was too embarrassed to look at him and went to turn away. Clay was not having that. He caught her hand, sat on his ottoman chair and pulled her into his lap, where he kissed her with all of the love he felt inside.

"Baby, that was incredible. Thank you, Mysha." Clay whispered as he held her.

Mysha lay her head on his chest for a few more minutes before she spoke. "I have to go." She then ran her hands through his gorgeous blond hair. "Clay, I love you, so much. It scares me sometimes. Maybe we should stop-" She stopped and hopped off of his lap.

Clay realizing what she was about to say stopped her. "I love you too, Mysha. I just found you and will not give you up. I wish you could stay."

She stood and they embraced once more before Mysha headed to her car.

Clay stood next to the driveway and watched as the love of his life drove away from him for which he vowed would be the last time.

Clay was scheduled to go to Munson and visit with Mysha the next weekend, but he had to cancel because an emergency council meeting came up and he had to attend it. 

The next week Mysha had to cancel her visit because she was preparing to take exams and needed time to prepare for test.

These were two of the longest weeks of both their lives. During his time away from her, Clay made a decision.

He had to marry her. He'd do whatever he had to get her to agree. He called Ghardner's Jewels, the local jewelry store, to order an engagement ring and matching wedding bands.

Mr. and Mrs. Ghardner were more than eager to help. He came in and they helped him to find the perfect rings. They ordered and the rings would be in that next week.

That Friday, when he got off work, he drove to her apartment in Munson. He could not stay because he had a wedding to officiate the next day.

He asked her and her friend Greg, to come to the wedding with him as his guest, he needed to be near her.

Saturday morning, the three of them drove back to Gospel. Greg had never been to Gospel, so he was excited to visit the city he'd heard so much about.

The wedding was beautiful. When Clay led the couple through the vows, watching his love the whole time, secretly wishing that they were this lucky couple.

At the reception, Greg discovered that he was very popular and had arranged dates with several young women.

Clay, made sure he stayed by Mysha's side the whole time. He kept holding her by her waist, brushing her hair from her face, and even making sure she had refreshments to whole time.

Mr. Gardhner, had to catch Clay's attention. The rings he'd ordered cam in early and were at the shop.

Clay thanked him and asked if he could go bring them to him. Of course, being a hopeless romantic, the rings were retrieved and back within minutes.

When the reception ended, Greg informed Clay that he didn't need a ride back. He was accompanying a group back to Munson, so he did not have to wait.

As the reception ended, Clay lead a prayer, blessed the young couple, and then looked for Mysha. He had an important question to ask Mysha.

Mysha Knicks, will you come to me sweetheart?"

Mysha was confused. She really didn't want to be the center of attention.

She walked slowly to the podium, as the party was silent.

Clay came off the stage. Taking a velvet ring box from his pocket, he said. He kneeled down on one knee and said.

"Mysha, you are it for me girl. I know this and there is no point in pretending otherwise; you see, God made you for me. Mysha Arianna Knicks, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Everyone held their breath, anxiously waiting for her answer.

For Mysha, everyone else in the building faded. I was only him and her. "Yes, Clay, Yes I'll marry you."

The building erupted in and explosion of cheers. Clay leaped up and held her in his arms, silently thanking God for this amazing woman. 

When the couple pulled apart, everyone came up to congratulate them. 

The wedding was set to take place two months later. Mother Williams helped Mysha with planning the wedding. However, her choice for Matron of Honor once again caused a great uproar.

See, Mysha didn't have a Maid or Matron of Honor. She had a Man of Honor, her best friend Greg. Clay was happy because he didn't care if she chose Donald Duck for Maid of Honor, she would soon be his wife. 

Mysha was breath taking as a bride. The wedding was simple but truly beautiful. Greg stood with her tall and proud.

Clay stood at the altar watching his beautiful bride be escorted to him. Deacon Jones did the honor of escorting her down the aisle as the melodious tones of "You" played over the speakers.

No words could be truer for the young minister. He recalled seeing her for the first time, watching her daily, watching her walk away from him and the joy of having her reenter his life. She was and always had been his and today they'd make it official.

Mysha stood at the back of the church and stared at the incredible man awaiting her at the altar. She didn't remember when she started loving Clay she just knew she did. Sneaking peeks at him on Saturday mornings, spying on him when he would pray, waiting each morning to speak to him at the coffee shop were moment she reflected on as she waited anxiously and nervously.

The instrumental for her to march down the aisle started. She and Clay locked eyes; for that moment in time, no one else existed. Soon she stood beside her groom, her husband, her lover, Clay.

Pastor Black looked down on the young couple who only saw each other and smiled. Their love for each other was so intense and pure. 

"Clay, Mysha, I need you to look at me for a moment" Pastor Black whispered smiling at the way they only seemed to see each other.

"Oh, sorry." Mysha quickly faced him along with Clay.

Pastor Black chuckled and led the young couple through their vows. After pledging their love for one another, and vowing to be faithful and rue before God and man, Clay finally kissed his wife.

Pastor Black took great pride in introducing Mr. and Mrs. Clay Richards to the congregation. Everyone was so happy for the young couple and Clay held on to his wife even tighter, not wanting the moment to end. 

After the reception, Clay and Mysha went back to their house for their first night as man and wife. 

Mysha wanted tonight to be special. She'd finally get to be with the man she'd spent the last three years lusting after.

Despite what everyone in the town believed, Mysha was not very experienced with men. She'd had one boyfriend in high school and she lost her virginity to him. She dated one guy she'd met in college. Plus Greg, her best friend, whom she dated briefly before she made that fateful phone call.

Clay was nervous. He knew he would not be able to last very long the first time they made love. It had been over a decade since he'd been with a woman, and even then he was a kid just trying to get his rocks off.

However, tonight was different, he was about to make love to his wife for the first time. He wanted to make sure it was good for her.

Mysha had excused herself to go to the bathroom and prepare for him. Clay, hurriedly, removed his clothes and lounged on the bed in his boxers waiting for her to come into the room.

Mysha was nervous and excited. Tonight, she'd make love to her husband for the first time. Her husband, she sighed and stared at her reflection in the mirror before joining him their bedroom.

Meanwhile, Clay was busy preparing himself mentally for tonight. He'd waited and prayed for this moment and finally, he'd make love to the woman of his dreams. 

It was a bonus that she was now his wife. He felt truly blessed, and thankful that he'd found her.

He wanted to make this special for him. He wanted to love her, worship her, so that she never doubted her love for him.

Clay was nervous. His palms were sweaty, heart pounding, and he had hard time breathing. He wanted tonight to be good for her, special. 

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Before Clay stood his wife, the one woman God made for him.

He swallowed as he gazed upon her beauty. Mysha slowly walked towards her spouse. Wearing a short white gown with her hair flowing freely around her shoulders, Mysha was a true vision of loveliness.

Clay stood and opened his arms as she glided gently into them. He lifted her to him and covered her lips with his in a kiss that showed his love and adoration for her. Mysha, not to be denied, returned his kiss with an urgency she did not know she possessed.

"Baby, wait." Clay pulled away from her gently. "Slow down. There's no need to rush." He explained.

Mysha looked at him nervously. He is mine, my husband. Oh my God! I have a husband.

Mysha started hyperventilating. "Baby, calm down." Clay comforted her. "What sit, what's wrong?" He didn't understand what was going on. If felt as if he'd waited forever for this moment and now something was seriously wrong.

"Mysha, I love you. He whispered.

That was all she needed to hear. Those three words, her heart raced, breath caught, and palms sweated, but he loved her.

"Clay, I love you so much." Mysha whispered so softly, he didn't understand her.

"Honey, can you repeat what you said. I didn't hear." Clay asked softly.

"I love you so much, Clay." She whispered a little louder. "I don't want to disappoint you. Tonight has to be perfect. The last time I was with-"

Clay smiled as he stopped her words with his finger. Her past was just that, the past. "Baby, for the last time, what happened before we met does not matter to me. I also have a past and there is nothing we can do to change it. You are my wife, my better half. Without you, baby. I don't want to exist."

Then Clay kissed his wife tenderly. She wound her arms around his neck and held on tightly. 

Slowly Clay removed her night gown. Mysha wore nothing underneath and her body was on fire for this man.

She's waited forever it seemed and he was going so slow.

"Clay, please." Mysha whispered. "Please, hurry."

Clay chuckled, "A few minutes ago you were scared now you're ready." 

"Tonight, I make love to my wife, and you have to be patient." He whispered.

Then he lifted her and carried her over to the bed. Clay stopped and looked at this amazing woman. It had been over ten years, ten years since he'd been with anyone and then he was a fumbling kid.

Then he lay down beside her and slowly began to caress her body. Mysha reached for him. Catching her hands, he placed them above her head and said. "Don't move. I want to explore you."

Mysha's heart was pounding, pussy throbbing, and her body was covered in sweat.

Clay kissed her lips, neck, and even collar. He massaged her breast as Mysha moaned out his name. Nibbling on her nipples he slid his hand down to the apex of her thighs and cupped her heat.

Mysha began to tremble. He hadn't fucked her yet, and she was cumming already.

Clay chuckled. He was amazed at how responsive she was. He always wondered if she was a screamer, and tonight he found out she was.

"Clay, please." Mysha begged, "Stop teasing me."

He then crawled between her thighs and rubbed his engorged member against her sopping wet slit. Mysha was almost beyond reason at this point and began to thrust her hips against him in a desperate attempt to have him claim her.

"Uh uh!" Clay whispered hoarsely as he held her hips still. "Let me," and he entered her slowly.

Mysha groaned aloud at the sensation of her husband filling her for the first time. It had been over a year since she'd been with anyone, and he felt amazing. He stretched her wide and deeply.