Twenty years after we completed JHS, my year group came together and planned an old-school reunion. Life had thrown us in different paths so we were all excited for the opportunity to meet each other again. A lot had changed for all of us so we were curious to know to know each other’s business. When the day arrived, I went there with the hope of rekindling old friendships.

One of the people I reconnected with was an old female friend. We had fallen out of touch after school. So when we met each other at the reunion, we were inseparable. We reminded each other of our embarrassing childhood moments and made jokes about how ugly we looked back then. It was nice to be blanketed by warm memories with an old friend.

At the end of the reunion, Grace and I exchanged contacts. She told me; “Let’s not be one of those people who say ‘Give me your number, and I will call you.’ Only to end up viewing each other’s WhatsApp status.” I laughed and promised to be in touch.

We started with the occasional, “Hello, how are you doing? Just checking up on you.” I would ask about her three kids, and she would ask about my wife. We would chitchat about our problems sometimes. Her struggles as a single mother of three children, and my struggles as a married man find us confiding in each other.

Along the lines of our friendship, I started seeing her differently. When I got horny, it was her face I saw. I would fantasize about laying her down and doing naughty things to her. I tried to kill the thoughts but they kept coming back. I tried to keep my distance from Grace but it didn’t work. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I opened up to her about my feelings.

I expected her to get angry at me. I expected her to call me a pig, and all the demeaning names women bestow on men who stray outside their marriage. Yes, I know this could ruin our friendship but I couldn’t contain my feelings anymore. I needed to get it off my chest and embrace the outcome.

To my surprise, she said, “I am okay with us having a sexual relationship if that’s what you want.” I was happy. I almost jumped for joy. Of course, that was what I wanted. The offer was too juicy to walk away from.

The first time I went to see her, I smelled it. It was an unpleasant odor coming from her mouth. I told myself, “Maybe she ate something bad. Everybody has one of those days.” That’s why I didn’t make a big deal about it. When it was time for us to get down to the main action, I smelled something down there too. It wasn’t pleasant at all.

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Once again, I made an excuse for her and decided to manage it like that. As we were in the middle of intimacy, the smell stopped. So I figured it was a one-time thing.

When she invited me over to her place a second time, the smell was still there. This time around, it was worse than the first time. I almost threw up. It was that bad. It was with great discomfort that I managed to go through her.

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By the time we finished, I had made up my mind that I wouldn’t get together with her again. How can such a beautiful woman have this repelling thing about them? I may not want to have Shuperu with her again, but she is still my friend. I don’t think it’s fair for her to go through life with such a thing and not know it even exists. Because I know she would have done something about it if she knew.

I want to be a good friend and tell her the truth. But this is a delicate matter. If I don’t handle it with care, it may blow up in my face. How do I tell her such a thing without coming across as insulting? I am also wondering how it will make her feel if she hears it from me. Won’t it affect our friendship? I believe it might even affect her confidence in her future relationships. her relationship life moving forward. How do I bring her problem to her awareness without leaving any lasting negative impact?

—Cyril

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