While filling up my car at the petrol station, I wondered if the woman in the red ka was single,
and worried that I would always be alone. In a moment of madness and uncharacteristic of my shy nature, I approached her and asked if I could assist in 'filling her up'. I thought these embarrassing silent moments only happened in soap operas, but here and now, it was happening to me.

The wind blew gently on her long blonde fringe, each strand tickling her cheek and nose as she attempted to draw it behind her ear. The court-yard of ESSO was not the most romantic of places I had envisioned to flirt with a beautiful lady however her scent compelled me to ask her to accompany me to brunch. The events that were to unfold that morning would live with me forever until the day I died.

My strong religious upbringing meant I had hardly ever spoke to a woman, never mind made love to one. A 21 year old virgin was unheard of in a time when contemporary media and culture made it "cool" for a teenager to lose their virginity before the legal age.

She followed me in her car to a small eatery a few miles further along the road. When seated I was drawn to her eyes as she glanced at the menu: deep, warm, and trusting. I had only introduced myself to her 20 minutes beforehand yet I felt as if i had known her for 20 years.

After our light meal, she lit a cigarette and told me to follow her into the ladies restroom. There was something surrupticious about her but I gingerly followed her into a cubicle. She embraced me, a kiss so tender and compassionate, one I had never fantasised about in all my years of sleepless nights in that single bed. I did'nt know where to put my hands but she certainly did, she was experienced. With her right hand she slowly tugged the zipper of my chino's down from the top of my belt to my lower thigh. She inserted her hand between the gaping hole left from the opened flies and as she rubbed profoundly hard on my boxer shorts, I became solid. Only second later I tensed up and let out a gasp. I could feel the moist cloth stuck to my member: she smiled, I closed my eyes, her scent slowly disappeared and i could hear her stiletto boots marching away.

I smiled and had never felt so relaxed before. I was suddenly startled by a bang. I opened my eyes again to find my mother standing over my soiled bed sheets exclaiming that I had been "groaning" in my sleep and that it was 9.30am on a sunday and I had to get ready for church.

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