I now understand why people cheat with their friends. There’s a different kind of pleasure you feel when you sleep with your friend, especially one that you’ve known for years. However, I’m not encouraging anyone to cheat with their friend or sleep with their friend. In fact, things only go downhill after that, even if you’re single. You’ll most likely be left wondering whether the feelings you have for them are love or lust.
Francis and I met in church. Yes, church. He was a youth leader, and I wanted to join the youth club. He guided me through it, and in the process, we became friends. Every Sunday, we would chat after church and slowly by slowly, our friendship grew. For a whole year, we met only on Sundays or when we had youth events at church. However, we never met outside of church.
He started inviting me to hangouts after a year. It was strange seeing Franco outside of church. I knew him as a staunch Christian, yet here he was, serving me alcohol and telling dirty stories. To be honest, I liked seeing that side of him. It made him more human and made me feel better about my shortcomings as a Christian.
“See, you don’t have to be perfect to serve the church. Just have good intentions.” He encouraged me during one of our hangouts.
“I’ll think about it.”
I never followed through on his suggestion to join a leadership role in the church. In fact, I went the opposite direction. I stopped attending church, and we lost touch for a while.
I moved out of my old place and went to the other side of town, which made it more difficult to meet. However, we remained online friends. We liked each other’s posts, which let us both know that we were doing fine.
Throughout the years, I saw Will go from a shy church boy to a dashing corporate man. He still served the church, but he had really changed. I liked what I saw.
I reached out to him, hoping we could meet after work.
“Hey Will. We haven’t seen each other in a while. Can we meet when you’re free?” I messaged him on Facebook.
“Hey Lilly. I’d love that. How about coffee this Friday?” He replied.
Judging from the fast response, I knew he missed me. I kept fantasising about our Friday meeting. Was he going to think I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, like he used to? Had he become arrogant because he was making lots of money? What did he smell like?
I won’t lie, I had missed that guy, and I really wanted to see him. At that moment, I could only hope the feeling was mutual.
Friday came, and the day went by fast. Around 4.30 pm, I got a message from Will reading,
“Hey, gorgeous, I hope you remember about our date. Do you want me to pick you up, or do we meet at the cafe?”
“Hey. Of course, I remember. Let’s meet at the cafe.”
I arrived at the cafe only to be greeted by the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.
“I remember those dimples. You’re still as cute as the first time I saw you.” I said as I hugged Will.
“You’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He commented, and I hugged him tighter.
We sat down and stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something.
“I feel like I know everything about you because of Facebook. I know where you work, what you do for fun, where you live and your marital status.”
We both laughed.
“Then tell me about you. I’m curious what you’ve been up to. Do you still go to church?” He asked.
“I do. I attend an online church. It’s really nice. Other than that, I have a great job too. I live in Westlands and life is pretty good.”
“Nice. It looks like it.” He said.
We ordered cocktails and continued with our conversation until late into the night. By the end of the night, I was quite drunk. Will offered to take me home in an Uber, then go to his place.
“You’re such a gentleman.” I slurred.
“Thank you.” He said, stroking my hair as I lay on his lap.
We got to my place, and he carried me up five flights of stairs. I knew he was strong, but I didn’t think he was that strong. It was quite impressive.
When we got inside, I offered him a glass of water so he could sober up. I went to take a shower and came back shortly with just a towel on. We didn’t talk much. He removed my towel and carried me to the bedroom, where we spent the night together.
The night was amazing, but I instantly regretted it. Will did nothing wrong. I just wasn’t sure whether I had real feelings for him or if I was acting out of lust.
“When am I seeing you again?” He messaged me.
“I’ll let you know.”
He kept asking for another date, but I haven’t met him since that time. I’m slightly embarrassed and slightly confused. I don’t want to lead him on, nor do I want to get caught in a situationship.
If I’m to give Will a chance, I need to be sure that I have real feelings for him. I don’t want to end up wasting my time only to realise I never loved him after the lust is gone.
Maybe a second date will give me the answers I need, or I’ll just end up more confused than before. Will isn’t the type of guy you can easily say no to. It’s even harder since we have chemistry. A part of me wants to give in to the lust or love, but I don’t want either of us to end up heartbroken or our friendship to end.
My plan is to wait it out until both of us have forgotten about our intimate moment. Then, we can meet and talk with clear minds.
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