I slept with my friend’s girlfriend.
It didn’t just happen like you may be thinking; in
fact we are currently still friends [I and his girl].
He betrayed me in the worst way a guy would do his
buddy. I was so mad; I couldn’t just let it slide. I finally forgot about
the whole drama and we vibed like nothing ever happened. Then one fateful day
he visited me with his girlfriend. Her curves kept screaming out to me, she
wore a very tight jeans and a wool sweater. I asked if she was cold,
she gave me a shy smile and nodded; I switched off the AC and offered her my
blanket. She just sat at a corner focused on her phone. She must have noticed
my stare on her cause she leaned into my friend and smiled to me; a smile that
says “I’m taken, find someone else”.
I wasn’t even thinking
of hitting him back during this visit, I was simply admiring his girl. They
finally left after we had some booze and saw a movie. I went on his Instagram
to search for her, maybe she had commented on one of his pictures or he had
uploaded a picture of them; nothing, he however, had uploaded few pictures of
her alone and them together but he was careful enough not to tag her. There was
no way of telling which of the 20 girls commenting ‘cutie’, ‘baby’, ‘boo’,
‘bae’, is really his girlfriend. I wasn’t that desperate to start viewing their
profiles, besides I was so sure we’d meet again.
Few weeks after their visit and my stalker-syndrome,
the idea came into my head. Truthfully, it was really the devil. He came to me
disguised as envy, ego and anger. Something that everybody has forgotten and
moved on from suddenly brought anger and bitterness into my heart. That moment,
I just wanted to hurt him badly.
So I invited them to a hangout that ordinarily, I’d
be too broke to organize but I was so determined to play out my revenge.
Getting her attention that night wasn’t really
difficult. I have often been complimented as the ‘ladies men’, so you see how I
was able to awe her and get her Instagram username.
For two weeks I kept her company online and showered her with attention and care. She started confiding in me like we were besties,
she would tell me stuffs she couldn’t dare tell her boyfriend. My heart glowed
with joy each time she called or sent a picture of herself, not a nude photo though.
I was simply excited with myself.
visited me at home, she made sure to come while her boyfriend was out of town. She
wasn’t shy around me anymore; she even gave me a full body hug when I opened
the door. We talked, laughed, ate and then saw a movie. By the time she checked
the time, it was almost 8:30pm so I asked if she’d rather sleep over or take
keke drop home. She frowned and started towards the door, I didn’t want her to leave
but I also didn’t want her to think I was just after her body (even though that
was my initial plan).
I pulled her
to the bed and asked her to sleep over; she smiled and kissed my hand. Her petite
body felt warm and inviting. I think she noticed my disarray as she placed my
hands on her bosom. Even though I was excited about it, I didn’t want her
sensing my primary mission before I was even able to carry it out.
Long story short, few days after we did it, my
friend came banging at my door, calling me all sort of names and even
threatened to burst my head if he ever sees me again. She called me, crying and
seeking attention. Frankly, a part of me wanted to wash my hands off her and
her estranged boyfriend since I’ve already carried out my mission, whilst the
humane part of me felt bad for causing her so much pain. I knew how good and
loyal she is, I simply had to play on her feminine vulnerability. I invited her
to come spend the weekend with me and cool off.
I told her the reason why I slept
with her, she cried for a while and when she was done, she told me she didn’t
hold any grudge against me. The rest of the weekend was filled with fun and laughter;
I grew strongly attached to her. She started visiting often and I didn’t mind. In
fact, I personally would beg her to come over. Soon we officially started
dating, my friend almost ran mad when he heard about us. He was furious eh, for
a month he kept blasting me on Instagram.
I didn’t even care, I was so in love. We dated for
close to two years before she moved to Abuja, I don’t deal very well with long
distance relationships so we broke up amicably. Like I said earlier, we are
still friends and if she ever comes to Lagos we might just reconnect for old