Thabi had to be the prettiest girl in the room. She was a light-skinned woman who brandished a ravishing smile that extended to her eyes. Her voice was smoothly smoky, exuding a seductive exuberance that must have knocked many guys over. She was confident of her sexuality, yet she showed a vulnerability that begged for protection. Her hands were neatly manicured, the fingers pointy and covered in a velvety shade of melanin. She walked gracefully, her hips swaying in a suggestive pretence of innocence. You could think that she was unaware of the effect that she had on men, yet nothing could have been further from the truth. I met her when she was having problems with her now ex. She looked lost and disoriented. I immediately felt sorry for her, yet there was nothing romantic about the feelings that I had for her at the time. I just wished I could protect her, defend her. She was not much of a conversationalist. I could see all that she wanted was to have some company. I was prepared to give that to her; as a friend. We went for drives, long and short. We visited her relatives. I got to know her family well. They were a friendly lot. She had three children. I got to know them well. They seemed to like me, though as their mother’s friend, if nothing else. They laughed at my stupid jokes and brightened up when they saw me. That made me feel good. We had been to a park one of the days, where we had spent the day just enjoying being in each other’s company. It had been a beautiful day. We had talked, as we usually did, about her life and how badly things had turned out for her. She cried, and I comforted her. I joked. She laughed. We had some sandwiches that we usually brought from our households. We shared those. She often felt much better after our day together. Today was no exception. Thabi was visibly happy. She was chatting with a level of enthusiasm that I had not previously seen. She was radiating a rare kind of energy that made her even more beautiful. We were driving her car. Typically she would drop me off at the main road that passed through my neighbourhood. Today she insisted on dropping me off by my house. I was still sitting in the car when we said our goodbyes. She asked whether we could talk a bit longer because it had been a beautiful day for her and she didn’t want it to end just yet. I felt that perhaps she was not prepared yet to go and face the harsh reality of the broken marriage that awaited her. I obliged her. We sat in the back seat of her hatchback and just talked. I enjoyed her company, and she knew that. Her hand strayed to my thigh. I thought it a natural coincidence brought on by the familiarity that we now enjoyed with each other. I was still respectful of her, as a friend that needed company and solace. Her hand moved to my arm. She stroked my arm, the movement slow and deliberate. I had known her long enough to realise that she was seeking comfort from touch, something that had not happened before. I put my arm around her and pulled her into a hug. She sighed. Contentment. I stroked her arm. She snuggled into me like a puppy seeking comfort and love, affection. She lifted her face to mine and muttered a thank you. She had tears in her eyes. The emotions in her eyes were overpowering. I lowered my face, gently, so that I would not scare her. She kept looking at me, her face lifted towards mine still, hopeful perhaps that the dream would not end. My lips touched hers, softly, gently. I felt her moan through her lips. I immediately felt my cock stirring in my loins. I felt a surge build up in my veins. I immediately knew that I had wanted this woman for as long as I had known her. She was shy. I parted her lips gently with my tongue. I looked for hers. Immediately she opened her mouth in surrender to the feelings that overwhelmed both of us. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. She disentangled herself from my embrace. Had I gone too far, I panicked. Had I just lost a friend? She gently pushed me away, and I realised that she wanted more space for herself on the back seat of the car. She then lay sprawled on the seat and motioned for me to join her. There was no space for me, which meant that she wanted me to lie on top of her. We were both fully clothed, and we were parked on a suburban street, so there was no way we were going to do anything indecent. That is what I thought. I lay atop her, careful not to break her. She was a thin woman. I felt her hand on my zipper. She was fumbling with the zipper, trying to open it. I lifted myself a bit to make things easier for her, but also so that I could lift her long skirts so that I could feel her too. The heat that met my hand from between her thighs made me even harder. Her cold hands found my cock, and I immediately felt a need to release. I was not going to embarrass myself at this stage, so I willed myself to stay strong. She started stroking my cock, moaning as she did so. She has this sexy moan that makes a man feel very special, not fake, just genuine and quiet. I found her panties. I pulled them aside. She was wet and hot at the same time. I touched her lips, and she gasped and made as if to jump. I suppose it was shockingly nice and new. My finger found its way into the soft furrow of her vagina. It was easy. She was well lubricated. Then I touched her clit. “Ahhhh.” She gasped. “Please.” She said nothing else after that. She twisted and contorted like someone who was having a seizure. I didn’t know what to do for a moment. She tossed and turned under me, moaning in the misery brought on by her need. I kissed her. She moaned in my mouth, tears flowing down her cheeks. “Please.” She managed to sneak out. Again. I then understood. I didn’t have to hold my cock. It was hard as steel. Her hand was still holding it, though she was not stroking it anymore. She was holding it tightly as if it might escape. I pulled back a little so that I could get confirmation from her of what I thought she wanted. I lifted my torso a bit. She confirmed my thoughts by using the space now provided to point my cock at her mons. I gently moved in on her. She opened her thighs wider. They were the most beautiful thighs that I had ever seen, soft and pale. I felt my head touch her lips, slithering wetness, surprisingly hot. She let go of my cock, and I pushed myself in. She was tight. The head of my cock popped in, and I nearly lost control at that point. She let out a loud gasp, and the tears continued flowing. I realised that these were tears brought on by the realisation that such pent-up emotions could find release. I pulled back and pushed back in as gently as I could. On my fifth stroke, I was buried deep into her heat. She started moving her waist, gently at first and then with a burning hunger that made her begin moaning my name. “Thank you...” she kept saying. Her waist told me everything that I needed to know. Her hands, those beautiful hands, were now on my ass, pulling me into her. She was the tightest woman I had ever fucked. She moved with abandon. Our worlds had finally met. I watched her face as she rose in an orgasmic crescendo. She gasped and moaned, alternately. Her eyes would open and close in orgasmic bliss. She gave a sweet cry and collapsed back on the seat. Only the tightness of her pussy told me she was still breathing. That was the first time Thabi and I made love.