Kinky Love Triangle

I'll start by saying this post is not rated Jenim. Jenim is a girl I know that described some of my writings as "vile" and tagged me as "professor of masturbatory studies". If you also have such opinion about my posts, I can assure you this one won't perform any justice in changing your mind. Since Jenim might not like it that was why I chose the rating.
In my defense my blog isn't Super Story, I am not preaching family values but my experiences which we all have our unique ones but I've decided to put mine in words. Like this one I've titled "Kinky Love Triangle".

Where do I begin to make you understand the feeling I had throughout this experience. It was back in the University of Lagos, sophomore, and I was in a period where I thought I had discovered myself. I would describe myself as socially-reclusive but still had my guys with bonds stronger than the rest. These were the guys you could make sacrifices for and no pussy or dough could come between [theoretically]. One of 'em told me about a girl he was interested in dating...the girl was fine I aint gonna lie & she had an innocent look about her that could either attract or discourage a guy regardless of his intentions. The conflicting thing about such looks was that a guy could either see the girl as naïve and get what he wanted [is there any need to spell it out?] Without stress OR the girl could be too naïve and dull the guy until he came to his senses to move ahead. This girl was a mix of the two, she was like a faulty street light. One second you see the green light and before you could move an inch it turns red. My guy got fed up and officially proclaimed he no longer had the chic on the parole list. I decided to collect the baton because I had this feeling I was fast enough to cross that line when I see the green light before it turned red. I decided to take it slow to achieve that, girls like that were moved by words and I was good combining them to compose wonderful sentences. The frustrating aspect for me was I never saw the green light.

I was on my way to the library when I heard someone call my name, it was her. I told her where I was off to and she decided to tag along. That was good enough for me...I saw that as an opportunity and I took it. My purpose of visiting the library was to find reference materials for an assignment on rites of passage- how certain cultures celebrated a child's transition into adulthood. Some how the discussion about my assignment became sexual in nature. And that was before we even stepped into the library. If my assignment was based on sex, her mind was enough reference material and she facinated me more because it contrasted her persona/appearance. As we stepped into library my eyes began to scan for a location that was coded. Where it would be possible to run things. I spotted one between some old shelves in a corner. In the pretext of finding books I led her to that spot and the first thing I did was to clear doubts and make her know "No one can see us standing here". She went 360 degrees to confirm. Next thing I knew, we began to kiss...like really kiss. At one point I had my fingers in her pants and hers in mine. What tripped me the most was we kept on laughing and commenting on what we were doing. You only experience such things with people you were comfortable with...physically. From that day on our make out sessions began in the mornings before class, like before 7 o'clock, it was one of the best ways to start the day. I'll be in class, sitting with my heart filled with bliss while I watched the lecturer's lips move before I fall asleep in class. Then one day she told me my guy, who said he was no longer interested, was making moves. As in, he wanted to continue from where he stopped and this time he was determined to date her.

I was in a position where I definitely didn't want to be. I was beginning to really like her and...maybe I was at fault. Although I told my guy I was interested, I left out what went down in the library as well as other lips touching sessions. More over all our moves had been coded while his was for all to see. The reason I decided to keep it on a low was to avoid his interest in her resurfacing but it did eventually. If I dated her I knew people would tell me I fucked up my guy's moves. Still I didn't want to let go like that, it wasn't that easy. I left the decision open for her to make [as if I had a choice]. She told me to make it to school early one morning...apparently she told my guy the same thing. He got to her before me and that was what her decision to date him was based on, because he got to her early.

Their relationship blossomed no doubt. Any feeling I had had to be buried somewhere way deeper than my unconscious. I tried to distance myself from her but it wasn't possible. The fact that she was dating my guy meant we would still be seeing each other just as much. I went to my guy's place one day and noticed they were both in his room...the soundtrack was bloody in the sense that I had to hear her moan as she lost her virginity. I mean, I shouldn't feel anything but I did. No one noticed I was there and I preferred to keep it that way. I couldn't look at her in the eyes from then on because all the innocence was gone as I looked from mine. Maybe it was a selfish/jealous feeling but I knew if for a reason we ended up dating, she would NEVER be the way I left her.

They say opportunity comes once and when I met her younger sister, I saw it as an opporunity presenting itself twice. The younger sister reminded me of the girl I knew in the library. Not for the make out part but for the fun loving aspect. Maybe it was my uncouscious rooting the feeling I had for her sister and directing it to her. The sister wasn't in support of me making any move but I didn't care, as far as I was concerned she shouldn't have a say in this. I wasn't going to let go of this opportunity. My relationship with her sister began and at a point I got confused. Was I interested in her because I couldn't get her sister or because I liked her...at times I find myself calling her her sister's name. My guy travelled to the UK for his masters but not before ending the relationship with the girl. Apparently the relationship was stretched to the limit that the incompatibility was obvious. To be honest, I do know they both seem to be happy together...seperated.

She is single, I'm dating her sister but would preferred if it were her and she knows that and waiting for me to make a move this time. Now I'm here typing this thinking...should I follow my heart this time and fight for this feeling or should I let this slip away and cease this kinky love triangle. I know people are going to have things to say...names to call but if that was going the cost of having a happy relationship was it worth it? I have decided that this time, like the last, I'm going to leave my arms wide open and sees if she runs to embrace. The twist now is I'll walk away from both of them if she comes late.