Sharing everything with my good friend Jane was so easy. We met at NYSC camp and worked at the Secretariat together. Then we interned together at Blue Breed Advertising and got permanent positions afterwards. She was just beautiful with great genes and her kind of beauty and body was almost unfair. I’m not even gonna lie to sound humble, I’m a light-skinned cutie pie myself with well-groomed dreadlocks and a chiseled body that I owe to countless gym hours. The glasses I wear to correct my shortsightedness gives me a look that’s more sophisticated than nerdy. I probably owe that to my dreadlocks and my choice of a round thin-rim frame for my medicated lenses. Add our impeccable fashion choices to the mix and we looked like a match made in heaven to anyone who saw us together. So how does someone like me get stuck in the friend zone with someone like her you ask? Definitely not by choice. At the time of our meeting, we both had serious relationships but it was impossible not to be friends with each other. During the final phase of our internship we posted a picture we took at the office where she was playfully pecking me but it looked so romantic that my girlfriend wouldn’t believe otherwise. And who could blame her? We spent so much time together doing everything. We had so many pictures together but that particular picture was the final straw. My girlfriend broke up with me thinking I was having an affair with Jane and flaunting it in her face. Jane offered to speak to her and clear things up but I declined. I was officially single but I never made a move on Jane even then because she still had a boyfriend and I knew from the early stages of our friendship that she was very loyal, a rare type of girlfriend. Even if she didn’t have a boyfriend, we had already gotten so close that for the first time in my life I had a platonic relationship with a female friend that I didn’t want to ruin if she took my advances the wrong way. When guys at the office found out that Jane and I weren’t actually together, they began to make advances. She would tell me about them and we would have a good laugh. I hid my jealousy but I could sense that it was slowly mounting to a point where I would eventually unravel. Then one day the universe gifted me my chance and I took it so quick it probably surprised the universe.
When I pulled into the parking lot that Friday morning, Jane’s car was already there which was strange because I lived much closer and usually got to the office before her everyday. Once I was settled, I went to her office and tried the door but it was locked. Also strange. I usually barged in without knocking, shouting “Jane” and the door was always open. I suspected something was off. On my third knock she responded.
“Who is it?”
Her voice was weak and shaky.
“It’s me. Are you okay? Open up.”
On hearing my voice she opened the door. She had been crying. She dabbled at her eyes with her handkerchief and stifled a sob. I locked the door behind me and rushed to her as she took her seat again behind her desk.
“Hey hey hey, hey, it’s okay. What happened?”
“It’s Michael. I caught him cheating and I broke up with him.”
She broke down again and I began to pat her on the back to comfort her. When she was calm, I spoke.
“I feel terrible that your heart is broken, and that you were paid in tears for all the time and the love you invested in one person but to be honest, you dodged a bullet. He most likely did it before, he’ll probably do it again. And you know that, that’s why you broke up with him instead of giving him another chance.”
She understood my logic but it wasn’t doing her much good.
“But yeah it’s okay to cry,” I said, grabbing her shoulders.
“You’ll get over it, I promise. Just don’t cry as hard as you’re doing now. He just lost a pearl, he should be the one crying”
She giggled. “Stop making me laugh.”
“We‘re going out this evening for celebratory ice cream you lucky thing.”
When she lifted her head again, she was beaming and with her bloodshot eyes it was a comical sight.
After office hours, we drove to her house and I helped her pack an overnight bag for movie weekend at my place. That evening I took her to the basketball court and taught her to shoot hoops just to get her mind off things. We were the cynosure of all eyes and I loved it, especially grateful for the moments when she grabbed onto me as she laughed at her terrible shots. It was already dark when we stopped at a fast food for ice cream. We ordered them to-go and headed back home. After showering, we cuddled up together in the living room and selected a title on Netflix. It was a great watch, and it ended with an emotional love scene. I felt Jane tighten her arms around me and I knew her heart ached at the reminder. It was now or never. I turned to her, my face just inches from hers.
“Jane, I’ve been so scared. I’ve shared every detail of my life with you except the one that matters the most. And I know you’re hurting and vulnerable right now but if I don’t say this now I may never get another chance, so please forgive me. I’ve loved you with everything inside of me, and I’ve waited for you. Jealousy has eaten me up every time someone else has shown interest in you. I know no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. They say ‘marry your best friend’ right? I think we’re already ahead one step. I know everything about you; your strengths and your flaws, and it’s all beautiful to me. You don’t have to say anything right now but if you’ll have me, I want you to be my girl. And when you’re ready I want you to be my wife, and the mother of my seventeen kids.”
She burst out laughing.
“Seventeen kids? From what factory?”
“You never know when you’d need an army.”
She looked deep into my eyes.
“My heart is beating so fast, but I’ve known my answer for a long time now.“
She kissed me.
We grabbed at each other with impatience from sexual tension that had lasted too long, kissing each other, disrobing each other, and stumbling blindly to the bedroom and onto the bed. I teased her firm pink nipples with my tongue and she whimpered. I kissed her navel and her legs shook with anticipation. We couldn’t delay our consummation any longer. The largeness of my manhood stretched her tight pussy as I eased it gently into her wetness, but she took it like a champ. The warmth of her pussy ignited a thousand sparks that surged through my loins. When she adjusted to my size, she rocked her hips into me to communicate her need. It occurred to me that even though it wasn’t official yet, I was about to fuck my wife. Those words felt so good. My wife. So I screwed her all night, smothering some of her sexy moans with my kisses and loving her to multiple orgasms. Loving Jane forever was going to be easy. But it didn’t happen. My girlfriend and I later reconciled. That was the turning point. Jane began to wage a relentless war against me until I got transferred to Abuja branch of our office.