The Orgy Option....

There are these things that appeal to me.
Things like standing at My balcony under the glare of hot afternoons and watching high above the horizon, the acres of coloured aluminum metal roofs caught in-between deciduous trees, and walls wreathed in creeping bougainvillea at the rise and fall of hope in this city full of faded beauty.
When I will watch the beauty of Enugu, the Lights that are so bright that they seem to blot out the stars at Night... feelings that leave me fascinated or get me thrown into a state of Melancholy, drenched in detailed thoughts of certain depressing restraints.... A certain constraint that existed those days when I was confined within the walls of my room and to my family alone, guarded and guided by principles, many principles, so much that certain questions were silenced by fear, and love, and routine and Religion. This things influenced me deeply...

It was in this state that I reminisced about Olanna, who later became one of my roommate’s Exes.
Did she not know that Ndu has a certain kind of taste, a soft spot for ladies with normal body but large boobs and big rounded Ass?

" A big rounded ass? What on earth do you need that for?" I had asked surprisingly....
And he had gone on his normal lecture series, telling me how pleasurable it is.

"There’s no big difference between you and a queer person, all of them are through same route" I chipped in though unwittingly...

"Taa.. There is ooo, the breast nko? It’s just called trying things differently," He had said with haughtiness and piled irritation written all over.

"That was so thoughtful of you, Pervert!” I said sarcastically, with the kind of scorched mockery that blurs damage.
Ndu had a glowing ego. He propounded his own theory for girls; the girls who kept on coming. The theory of investment and profit. So when Olanna came, I conceived in my heart that it won't be long and she would be become overdue.

But things went differently, She never had large boobs and mighty ass, but she is beautiful ......she stayed long, and then even longer.... I respected her because she shaped him. I found myself and everyone that associates with us relating with her.
Feisty and manipulating was what I could define of her, I feel the strength and feelings encapsulated in her words.
She had joined me at the Balcony, the first evening she visited.
She had raised a conversation on Orgy and Single porn, and how she preferred the latter to the former because watching porn, where so many people are assembled in a place, all pants down with a lot of to and fro movement, doesn’t give her the room for concentration.
I listened with rapt attention, and smiled at intervals, saying almost nothing...
She later got to know in the middle of the discussion that I just learned about Orgy; and she had thought my story of her was of an irresponsible, vaguely foreign teen-ager, with the haughty silkness of the weave that fell to her shoulders in loose curls, who could get her clothes off before the snap of two fingers... but that wasn’t my thought.
I was only marveled by the neutrality and simplified certainties, and her confidence, with which she talked about things like this.... It sounded so normal and common, so natural, when it was coming from her.

It was from this balcony that I heard empty promises which he showered upon her; it was from there that I heard her moans of pleasure and ecstasy, the moans that led me imagining her stylishly putting off her clothes and bending over and been stroked differently from the back.....

When she started visiting often was when I knew that her time was up. l wanted to tell her that she was loving him too much, and that she should allow him to yearn, and grow in great need of her, but I kept quiet.... It was not my relationship after all.

Later, Olanna, Okafor and I would go to Bethel’s Inn to have lunch, and I would watch the empty seats keenly, the seats that were formerly occupied by all of us but now empty because something happened. A Break up happened.

Olanna would ask me the kind of people that I will love to do, the kind of extension that translates sex and love to endowment, and I would remember her lectures of Orgy....
I wanted to tell her that I don't do ‘people’ but would like to concentrate on a person, a person that I love individually because of the person’s value and the impacts; I wanted to tell her that I love for the intrinsic value and removing anything that is not intrinsic in the person I do....
I wanted to tell her that, to me, love and sex are different but complementary and that it wasn't divided in quanta for a big rounded assed or a flat and larger boobed people, But I just mumbled some words which I couldn't remember.

It was in the days like this that I will receive her calls, a week after they had broken up. while enjoying from the balcony, the tranquility from the insights in the air..
She had called to ask me whether he had started seeing someone, and I’d answered "I don't know".
But I know... I knew that Ndu started making advances to Ihuoma after having her 4th series of sex. Here I stood, at my balcony, premeditating on how to tell her that Ihuoma, her best friend, with big ass and large boobs is currently lying on my roommate’s bed
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Wisdom