I fell deeply in love with Eniola while we were in university. When our final year ended, I proposed to her. However, she didn’t respond right away and asked me to wait while she figured some things out. Though hesitant, I agreed because I didn’t want to end the relationship. I cared deeply for her, and breaking up would mean losing the closeness we shared, including our intimate connection.
Some weeks later, we both graduated.
We both ended up in Abuja for our mandatory NYSC and found jobs here, so we didn’t have to deal with long-distance issues. Even though Eniola didn’t explain why she was hesitant about marrying me, we stayed committed to each other. While she didn’t want to live together, we managed to spend nights together whenever our roommates were absent.
This happened about six times a month. Our relationship seemed compatible, especially in our intimate moments, which became more intense and satisfying. My married friends even joked that they weren’t having as much fun as I was.
About a year later, after an intense round of sex in Eniola’s apartment where she experienced a powerful orgasm, I brought up the topic of marriage again. Right after our passionate moment, I proposed to her. Unexpectedly, she burst into tears, leaving me utterly confused.
I comforted Eniola while she cried and then she went to get something. She came back with her high school yearbook and showed it to me. I had a hard time focusing because she still looked beautiful after the intimate moment, we both shared. Normally, Eniola used protection when we had sex, but this time she decided it was safe not to. It was my cum that had given her an amazing climax, which made mine incredible too.
My dick began to get hard as I thought about what had happened. I put my arm around Anne and gently rubbed one of her breasts as she looked through the yearbook. She pointed to a picture of a good-looking guy named Kitan with a short haircut and a grin on his face.
“And?” I asked. “He’s special, right?” As I gently squeezed her nipple, I heard her catch her breath. I was trying to distract her, but I failed.
Eniola turned to the pages in the back where people had written messages to her. One page was entirely filled with ugly handwriting, with “All my love always, Kitan” at the bottom. “Read this,” she said, and then she walked into the bathroom. Reluctantly, I tore my eyes from her and read Kitan’s words.
Kitan had written an incredibly romantic message, expressing his eternal love for Eniola and his belief that they would always be together. I was impressed by the depth of his feelings and his willingness to declare them so openly. It was clear that he was confident in his love for Eniola and didn’t hesitate to show it.
This made me briefly consider how she had kept our relationship hidden, but I quickly dismissed the thought. It’s often easy for us to deceive ourselves, isn’t it?
I heard the toilet flush, and then Eniola came back and sat down with me. “I dated Kitan the last two years of secondary school,” she said. “We were in love. We knew it, and nothing could ever break us up.”
Eniola started to cry, so I hugged her. I loved the feeling of her against me. “So what happened?” I asked softly.
“We agreed to wait until marriage for sex,” she sniffled. “It was tough! We almost did it a few times, but we always stopped. We were both virgins. It was a promise we made to each other! To wait and be each other’s first real lovers!” This last part made her cry loudly, and she began to sob.
I assumed that one of them had cheated, so I asked, “What did he do?”
“He ruined everything!” Eniola muttered. “He slept with that slut Efe! He didn’t wait for me!”
Eniola cried for a few minutes as I held her. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, sometimes things happen unexpectedly. Maybe he didn’t plan on it.”
“No, he cheated, for sure! We went to a party and I couldn’t find him. Fejiro Aghali told me that he was having sex with Efe in the toilet. I ran out and caught them.
That girl was already half-naked and had her hands inside Kitan’s pants! I screamed at them and ran home! I wouldn’t take Kitan’s calls, and eventually, he stopped calling. Then a couple of years ago, Kitan and that girl got married.”
I waited until Eniola calmed down, then asked, “So how does that affect us? Are you saying it’s not over between you and Kitan, even though he cheated on you? And he’s married to that Efe girl?”
Eniola wouldn’t look at me and she kept her head down as she answered quietly. “I still feel something for him. I don’t know why! But I want to go to my five-year reunion. It’s next month. I want to see . . . see if they’re still together. Maybe then I’ll be able to get over him!”
It almost made sense to me. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem for me to wait for another month to see if she could move on from her high school sweetheart.
This didn’t sound like it was going to be a very enjoyable reunion, but I offered to go with Anne if she wanted. I wasn’t surprised or disappointed when she said she’d rather go alone, but I was worried. What if Kitan and Efe were no longer together?
Would he pursue Eniola again? And if he did, would she resist? She was still emotionally attached to him even after he betrayed their commitment and married the woman he cheated with.
Would he try to seduce her? He looked like a big, athletic guy in his picture. Would he be more well-endowed than me? Would he satisfy her better? Was he a better lover? These and many more thoughts crept through my mind.
Written by Sixtie 9ine
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