My girlfriend's best friend

Mental Dyasi

It was a chilly Saturday afternoon just around 18:45 as I was watching my favourite movie, The Best Man, on my VCR. The weather outside was promising to rain and I coiled myself up on the sofa enjoying Taye Giggs. This was going to be a lonely, cold weekend, as the guys from the Weather Bureau had promised us a very cold and rainy weekend. I dreaded the idea of spending this time alone, because my vat-en-sit girlfriend (Thandiwe, or Thandie for short) was away for the whole week in the Eastern Cape for a family member's funeral that was happening on that weekend. I cursed the workload I had that resulted in my not going with her; now the only consolation was hiring and watching movies. The bad weather had me behind doors and there was no place I could go to in this kind of weather. Well, it was warm inside the temporary two-roomed zinc house I own because of the paraffin heater that was burning. I was feeling cold inside and lonely. The movie was not doing its job because this used to make any bad day an average day.

A light knock on the door disturbed me. At first I ignored it, thinking it was something rapping against the door. After more knocking I stood up shouting, "Come inside!" because the door wasn't locked. The door opened and in came my girlfriend's friend. I invited her to sit down on the sofa where I was sitting and we talked. She was my girlfriend's classmate when they where still in high school; I used to see her when I visited Thandie before we both worked and decided to do the vat-en-sit business. The last time I heard Thandie talking about her, she was getting engaged and we couldn't go to her engagement party because that weekend Thandie was being promoted to a senior position in the her job as PA and there was a ceremony done for them by their company and now it was three years down the line.

Although it was a long time since we'd last seen each other, she was almost the same and I believed they haven't lost contact because Lona's name would often be mentioned when Thandie was talking to me. On one occasion I saw an email that was printed by Thandie from work in which Thandie was the sender to Thandie and lots of other names.

Lona was a model and she was working in one of the modelling agencies in Cape Town. She had gained a little weight since the last time I saw her, but she was still stunning. She asked where Thandie was. I told her Thandie was in Rose Mission, a village near Umtata in the Eastern Cape, attending the funeral of a family member and would be back tomorrow late.

As we talked I noticed her eyes were red. Before I could ask her what the problem was, she started to sob and went on for almost an hour without stopping. I didn't know how to handle the situation. I tried every trick to stop her but to no avail, and I gave up. The only thing I kept doing was give her tissues, because the handkerchief I gave her initially was now soaking wet.

After that the struggle was getting her to talk about it and my mind was racing to and fro thinking of anything that may have happened to her. Was the marriage off? Has she discovered something recently about her status on HIV & AIDS? Has she been fired from work because of the slight gain in weight? I thought of everything on this earth.

Then, after lot of stuttering and gibberish, she started to talk. She was supposed to be on a magazine shoot in Durban on the way to the airport when she got a phone call from the organisers postponing the trip to a later date because of unforeseen circumstances.

She then went straight home, only to find her husband in the act with a colleague; she had left them busy with a project presentation which was due the following Monday. When she arrived she parked her car outside and went inside using her key to open the front door and was welcomed by deafening music from Deborah Cox's "Morning After" that was blaring through the whole house. When she went upstairs where the music system was in the bedroom, her husband and his colleague were naked on top of the sheets of their bed. She couldn't believe her eyes and couldn't speak and they saw her standing in the doorway, shocked. She couldn't stand it or face them; she went straight to her car and drove to see Thandie.

Well, I didn't know where to start and I was afraid to say something wrong that would drive her insane. I'd never been in a situation like this before. I was confused and sympathetic and couldn't do anything, and Thandie was not around to rescue the situation. I asked myself repeatedly what I should do. While I was thinking, I held her instinctively and gave her a bear hug.

She was still sobbing hysterically and responded to the hugging and the sobbing was fading. After a while, still hugging, she started to talk about how stupid she was for not seeing that her husband was cheating on her while there were clues all over. Then she changed and blamed everything on herself: "I was focusing too much on my work, and I never had enough time for him. It was this shoot after another and even when I'm back I would rattle about how difficult it was and how tired I was."

Then she asked me, "Could it be the reason why he is doing that"?

Now I was put on the spot. I didn't know what to say and she was looking at me so closely I could feel her breath on my face. Without anyone saying a word our lips met. First it was hesitatingly and slowly, then with passion and purpose. I couldn't stop, even though at the back of my mind I knew it was wrong and not the way to console or comfort her.

We both got carried away and not thinking but controlled by emotion and bodily urges we took each other's clothes off, still touching, and the sofa served as the bed at that moment. When her white blouse came off, round, full breasts with hard, darkened nipples where staring me invitingly in my face and touching them was bliss, while kissing her made her moan. This urged me on as I went down licking them, caressing the nipples with my tongue, fondling them tenderly at the same time. This made her groans louder. My right hand went down between her thighs, peeling her black g-string down and with her help, it was out of sight and she now was all naked. She was caressing my back, kneading my shoulders softly, and then she came to a sitting position with me between her legs, which made it easy for me to kneel in front of her and start to lick her wet, slippery place. The groaning became louder than before and her legs were wide open and she was pushing my head softly inside her with one hand and I could see the other one was rubbing her full round breast. She was guiding my head whilst I sucked and licked her until she couldn't bear it any more because now she was crying out loudly and I knew she was reaching her orgasm. Her body was shivering like being caught between water and an electric cable. All the time she encouraged me to go on.

After a while she returned to a normal state, and that was when I took her to bed and I couldn't wait to put my throbbing member inside her. But I didn't want it to end quickly, so I took my time entering her, playfully teasing her first and making her open up more. It was then that she got hold of my member and guided it inside her wet slippery zone. I moved in and out slowly at first then as the heat became more intense the speed was gradually increased and her cries urged me to go faster. I couldn't hold it in any more. I offloaded, spurting inside her. Her cries became even louder. I went on for a bit longer and then we both collapsed breathless and sweating. We kissed for few moments entwined in each other until we fell asleep.

It was after midnight when my cell phone rang and it took some time to figure out where it was. It was Thandie on the phone, asking how I was doing. I hesitated for a moment, then pretended I didn't hear the question and she asked whether I was asleep, and I said yes. I couldn't say to her that Lona her friend was right here with me. Then she said goodnight and I said OK without saying something nice as usual. It was then that I woke Lona up and made her promise me that we would never tell anyone about this.

Funny, but we spent the whole night together and no one made even a suggestion that we should sleep in different places, like maybe me on the sofa and she on the bed. We enjoyed each other's company, even knowing that what we were doing was wrong. She woke up and made breakfast, which we ate in bed, then continued where we left off. It was only in the afternoon that we finally got rid of any evidence of her presence. We made our vow again that this had never happened and we should forget about it. We kissed passionately and then she left.



LitNet: 28 April 2005

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