Entangled Desires - S01 E06

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Entangled Desires - S01 E06

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Eniola suddenly stopped, causing me to almost knock her down. She became sober instantly. She moved away from me and made her way into the room we had just passed. She grabbed a woman’s arm and angrily turned her around.

“What did you just say, Fejiro? Who didn’t find out? Me?”

Fejiro was standing there in shock, her mouth opening and closing like a fish caught in a net. I wasn’t particularly impressed by the Fejiro of locker-room sex. Neither her face nor figure turned me On.

After about three seconds another woman giggled, and said in a drunken voice, “Kitan, obviously! Efe wasn’t going to have sex with him! It was all a big joke!”

Eniola began to tremble. “B-b-but I saw her kissing and groping him! And she had her blouse off!”

Eniola, you are so dumb!” Another intoxicated woman said, laughing. “You knew that Efe always had a crush on Kitan! We told her that you had broken up with him. We convinced her to try to cheer him up! She unbuttoned her blouse, sat on his lap, and kissed him. He was trying to push her away when you walked in! Oh my God! It was so funny! I will never forget the look on your face!”

Several of the women laughed. I had an overwhelming urge to harm every one of these spiteful women for their cruelty to Eniola.

Eniola looked at me with wide eyes and a swollen face. She trembled and started to collapse, so I stepped forward and caught her. I held her against me and guided her into the next room. Behind me, I heard several people laughing and making mean comments about Eniola and Kitan.

I could tell from the way she moved her head that she had heard everything they said. She started to shake and almost went limp in my arms. Strange high-pitched whines came from her mouth. I half-carried, half-dragged her out and got to the elevators. It only took a couple of minutes to get her back to our room, but it felt like forever. Her face was still very pale. Her eyes were wide open and very dark. She was staring into space, almost in shock.

Eniola groaned in pain, then bent over and clutched her stomach. She moved away from me, staggered into the bathroom, and forcefully vomited into the toilet. After coming out, she discarded her clothes on the floor and got into bed naked. Then she started to cry. “He didn’t cheat on me! He said so and I didn’t believe him! Oh God! I didn’t believe him!”

I hugged her until she fell asleep, thinking about how much Eniola’s life had been ruined by a cruel joke. For fifteen years, she had tried to forget the boy she loved because she thought he had betrayed her. Now she knew it was all a stupid, jealous prank. If there was any betrayal, it was Eniola’s lack of trust in Kitan. I couldn’t think of anything good that was likely to happen now.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then took off my clothes and got back into bed with Eniola. She was asleep, but she was moving around a lot. I kissed her good night without waking her. I lay in bed with my arms around her and worried about how tonight’s revelation would impact our lives. It took a long time but I finally fell into a restless sleep.

Eniola woke me up a couple of hours later. She was kissing me and crying. “Make love to me, Kunle! Make love to me!” She was rubbing my penis already. She really wanted to have sex! As soon as I was erect she climbed on top of me and rode me. She rode herself to an orgasm. In the dim light I could see that she was crying as she frantically twisted and jerked on me. I could hear her mumbling, “Sorry . . . Sorry . . . Sorry . . .”

Eniola was focused on Kitan, not me, and whatever she was doing, it wasn’t making love. I lost my erection and she quickly moved off of me. She cried and apologized while I held her, but I wasn’t sure who she was really thinking about.

I also felt regret. I had never brought Eniola so close to orgasm and then left her without finishing. I lay on my back, with my soft, sticky penis between us, and listened to her cry. I knew we were in serious trouble. She eventually moved away from me and fell asleep. It was almost dawn before I fell into a restless sleep again.

SATURDAY’s PICNIC

I was awakened just before 8:30 by the sound of Eniola splashing in the shower. I joined her, but for the first time that I could remember, she didn’t want me to be playful while she bathed. I quickly finished up and left the bathroom. When she came out, I ordered breakfast from room service because I didn’t want to see anyone else, and she looked terrible with her red and swollen eyes.

After breakfast, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe, sat in a chair, and stared into space. I couldn’t get her to say more than a few words at a time. I was relieved that she had stopped crying, but the angry look on her face was unsettling. Just after 11:00, she started getting ready for the planned picnic that afternoon. It took her a long time to apply makeup. We arrived a little late, but she looked a lot better, and she no longer had a distant look in her eyes. She was quiet, but no longer seemed unresponsive. I started to feel hopeful, but I should have known better.

We picked up some snacks and drinks and found seats at the end of a long picnic table. Eniola introduced me to two of her male classmates. I had already met their wives the evening before. Everyone except Eniola was engaged in lively conversation. She kept looking around, observing everything that was going on and carefully watching everybody come and go. I knew she was looking for Kitan, and I felt so jealous that I had trouble eating.

Eniola effectively shut down everyone at our table when she said, in a clear, firm voice, “Fejiro, you lying, hypocritical, sanctimonious bitch! You meant to hurt me and you did! More than you’ll ever know! So go fuck yourself!”

Fejiro was shocked and turned pale, unable to move as Eniola continued to verbally attack her. Eniola mocked Fejiro for bragging about sleeping with every guy on the basketball team, even the coach. Fejiro was unable to interrupt Eniola as she spoke too quickly.

I was taken aback along with everyone else. At the same time, I noticed three things: the near silence surrounding us, one of the women at our table giving her overweight husband an angry look. I put my arm around Eniola’s shoulders and drew her close to me. She was tense and unyielding, refusing to look at me. Instead, she glared at Fejiro until she, with the assistance of her friend, walked away unsteadily.

Eniola leaned forward and exhaled the breath she had been holding. I felt her body start to relax as she took quick, shallow breaths. I was proud of her for standing up to that woman, but I was also worried about her. I had never seen such intense hostility come from her. Her skin felt hot, and I could both smell and feel her fresh sweat. I hugged her and she wrapped her arms around me and began to whimper against my neck.

As I held Eniola, I looked around and saw many people rushing to leave. We were alone at our table with the overweight man and his wife. She was glaring at him. “Jeez, honey!” He said. “Fejiro climbed into the shower with us and begged us to have sex with her!”

“I’m sure you were first in line, weren’t you?” His angry wife hissed at him.

Oh no! I was probably sixth or seventh. Near the end and . . . His eyes opened wide as he suddenly realized what he’d just admitted. What was I supposed to do? I was only eighteen for heaven’s sake! It was free pussy!

His wife, filled with anger, tipped her plate of food onto his lap. “You were cheating on me, you disgusting pig! I asked you and you lied about it! You lying, awful bastard!” She got up and threw his plate of food at his chest. As the food dripped down his shirt, she knocked over his drink, adding to the mess in his lap. She cursed at him again and angrily stormed away.

He looked at me and said, “Bro, you understand, right? It’s not like it was rape or anything! She even hooked up with a few of the guys more than once! It’s normal, Right?”

I didn’t listen to him and helped Eniola stand up. She still had adrenaline in her system and was starting to shake. She looked unwell. “Come on, darling! Let’s take a walk and get away from here for a few minutes!” I said.

I walked her to a shaded bench and we sat down. We hugged each other until she was again calm.

Eniola expressed her deep hatred and regret for returning to her high school reunion, where she was reminded of the treachery that existed beneath the surface. She also mentioned feeling sorry, but it was unclear who or what she was apologizing for.

Eniola regained consciousness after a few minutes. We then walked around the park together, each lost in our own thoughts. She held onto my hand tightly.

Eniola and I saw Efe and Kitan at the same time, and we stopped suddenly. They were sitting on a bench and talking. They didn’t see us. We stood still and watched them for a minute or so.

Finally, Eniola said, “Babe, wait here. Please! I need to talk to Kitan. Alone. I need to! I was looking for him at the picnic, but he wasn’t there.”

I had no choice but to nod. Eniola walked hesitantly towards her old boyfriend and his wife. When they finally noticed her, Kitan jumped to his feet. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but Efe looked back and forth between them, and then she also stood up. She looked at the two of them, then turned and walked slowly towards me. She hesitated, looked back once, and then continued walking towards me.

I saw Efe approaching. Even though she wasn’t smiling, she still exuded sex with every step. I remembered how my penis had felt between the cheeks of her ass, and I began to get hard. When she had almost reached me, she noticed my erection and finally smiled. She was almost against me when she stopped walking.

She was so close I could have expanded my chest and brushed against her breasts. We heard about that scene with Fejiro last night. Kitan wants to talk to Eniola and she wants to talk to him. I think both our marriages just got completely messed up.

What do you think?

Tears started flowing down Efe’s face as we instinctively embraced each other. We held onto each other and observed in silence as our partners started to resolve their fifteen-year-old misunderstanding.

At first, they were sitting separately, looking down at their feet. Eventually, they looked at each other simultaneously, and Kitan stood up and moved closer to Eniola. They held hands and both cried as they talked. Then Kitan lifted Eniola onto his lap and they started kissing.

From a distance, I could feel the intense love and passion they had for each other. Efe read my thoughts, saying, “If we weren’t married to them, I’d be so happy for them. But I’m just scared. Really scared. I wish I’d known you were married to Eniola last night. I would never have…” She turned, buried her head in my shoulder, and started to cry. I noticed tears building up in my eyes as well but fought them back.

Efe and I watched them kiss for about ten minutes, but we couldn’t stand it any longer. We walked up to them and physically separated them. Eniola and I walked away, leaving Kitan and Efe sitting and talking on the bench.

Eniola’s eyes sparkled. I knew she was sexually aroused, but she made no effort to touch me. When I offered her my hand, she didn’t take it. She treated me like I was a stranger. I couldn’t help remembering how firmly she had held onto me a few minutes earlier.

After we arrived in our room, Eniola finally hugged me and said, “I’m sorry, Kunle! There’s so much going on, and I’m trying to figure it all out.” She kissed me, but it didn’t feel romantic or sexy. It was more like kissing my mother.