Yours Truly, The Friend Zone

Posted: February 11, 2014 in Guests' Couch, Short Stories, Valentine 2014
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From a distance he could see her admiring nature. Her long curly Brazilian body weave responding to the cool breeze. The lovely garden in Victor’s compound is just about the type to help stress management once you ready to let go. He walks towards her as calmly as possible trying to control his pace. He hugs her from behind.

“Hey babe, how are you doing? You wanted to see me?”

He plants a kiss on her forehead just as she turns to face him. She shrugs and pulls back.

“Yes Victor. How was work today?”

“Fine fine dear. Same old stress.”

“I will not waste our time by beating around the bush, so I will go straight to the point. Victor, this, us, can’t work anymore. You don’t love me, neither do I love you. We have tried our best to be together that we now almost look stupid from trying too hard. We can’t please each other. We don’t talk. I can’t confide in you, neither do you confide in me. We just familiar strangers walking on a very narrow long small path. All we do is SEX, we don’t make love. And hell yea, the sex is damn good, too good. But that’s the only activity binding us. That’s the only time I am free to tell you things: touch me here, lick me here…… But sex? That’s not all I need. I want to love and be loved. Let’s set us free, from this bondage we call relationship. Let’s be free and happy. It’s over.’

She walks away as fast as her legs could carry her. He stays fixed at that same position. His head says run after her, but his heart wouldn’t let him.

He walks into his living room, straight to his wine rack. Picks up a bottle of Mac Dowell and drinks directly from the bottle. It looks like his next best plan is to get drunk.

But then, he brings out his phone from his pocket and sends an sms.

‘Hey Jane, I need to talk to you. Please.’

Barely twenty minutes after a delivery report, that he hears his door bell ring.

“The door is open”, he shouts at the top of his voice.

There was Jane, looking all natural standing right in front of him. She wore a pink with a little touch of purple Caribbean mini skirt, a black flowered tank top and a lovely purple sandal. She has long beautiful straight legs that would throw any man off balance for a second.

“Jane, I lost her, I lost Bridget. She left me. She said we weren’t good together, that we were trying too hard, that she doesn’t love me. She also said we are better off separated. Is she right? What do I do? How do I get her back?’

Jane walks straight to Victor, holds his face in her palms, kisses his forehead and then his lips. He responds back. He isn’t sure but he knows this feeling is different.

She moves slowly to his neck with her lips, whispers slowly into his ears “Victor I love you. I have waited forever. Please allow me make you happy.”

While she unbuttons his shirt. She reaches down for his belt, while her tongue goes back to his lips.

Victor slowly finds his way under her silk top. Reaches for her breast, holds it a little firmly and squeezes her nipple as she lets out a little moan of pleasure. She goes low and sucks him. They weren’t supposed to make it to the bedroom. No they couldn’t make it to the bedroom. He pulls her up; pulls her skirt and panties down. Carries her to one of the couches, placed her gently and pulls off her top. He sucks her nipple, inserts two fingers into her veejay while he teases her clitoris with his thumb…

“Jane, what took you so long? What took us this long?”

“I was too busy being your best friend.” She replied.

They both smile and sleep off, wrapping each other up.


“Sunshine, we have spent the last two valentine’s days alone in the house. Loving, kissing and doing you know what. I have never complained and I look forward to days like those, just like I look forward to everyday with you. Why bring me to this restaurant? You know we could hire a chef for the night like we did last year.”

“Yes, my love, I know you love being with me, I know you wouldn’t want to share me even with nature when it’s our time to be together.”

Her chuckle interrupts him. He smiles and continues

“I love you, you made me understand what it means to love and be loved. I didn’t need to try hard; you accepted my imperfection and me for me. And now, it’s time for the world to share this love with us. Just a little though.”

He goes down on one knee, pulls out the ring and pops the question.

“Jane Iwajuewalo, will you marry me?”

Jane screams out of surprise, like she was trying to get the attention of every other person in the restaurant (Which she succeeds in doing).

“YES YES YES YES, I will marry you”


  1. preshZu says:

    YaaAaaaaAaaaaaAaaaaaY!!!!!!!! So lomantic its melting my heart!!!!! Luv it! Luv it! Luv it! **nw thinkin of ol d males besties I av**…..


  2. Bev says:

    Hmmmmm! Am waiting for d concluding part of victor &Jane lovely as usual


  3. @hoyindapretty says:

    Romantic is d word


  4. abikoye says:

    Yea yea yea!!!!!

    Nice piece.


  5. ozzy says:

    This is a lovely story. If you ain’t happy in a present relationship, move on! U may just find the perfect person for you. 🙂


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