Series, Sloppy Wet Kiss

Sloppy Wet Kiss: One Night in Chipo (1)

By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe:

I woke up suddenly and for a few seconds I had no idea where I was. The room was still dark, but I could tell that it was morning because of the light that was sneaking through the blinds. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and my head was pounding; the side-effects of a hectic night. I couldn't, for the life of me, remember how I had ended up in the bed. All I knew was that I was definitely not at my house. I looked around and there were some people sleeping on the floor. This made me panic a little. As I was trying to remember I felt a naked foot touch mine under the blankets, then I looked to the side and there was a girl lying in the bed still passed out. I couldn't see her face but I didn't need to because suddenly, it all came back to me.

It had been my friend Jason's 25th birthday party and I had gone there with a few of my mates. It was billed to be the party of the year and heck, it didn't disappoint. Jason had always been one for extravagance and in the ten years that I had known him, all his parties had always been underlined by grandeur and opulence. This one was no different. When we got there around 11pm, the place was already packed and there were all kinds of alcohol, whiskeys, beers, ciders, you name it. There were girls in the Jacuzzi and some walking around the place in their bikinis taking shots of whatever alcoholic drink they could find. It really was a perfect party.

While I was standing around the swimming pool with my friends, a girl came to us and said, 'Do you guys want to have some real fun?' One of my friends looked at her and said, 'heck yeah!' She told us to follow her. She took us into Jason's house and we went upstairs to one of the rooms. The whole room smelled of marijuana and there were about ten people smoking joints and playing poker. We joined them and I promise you, that was some of the best weed I've ever smoked in my life! We were all completely wasted. It was crazy.

About an hour later, I stumbled to the bathroom but when I came back the door was locked. I then knocked on the door and a half naked girl came and opened it, pulled me in and locked it again. She then put a blindfold on me and led me to the bed. I then realized that in my drunken state I had entered the wrong room. I felt a hand reach out to me; a female's hand and we felt our way towards each other and started kissing. At first I was still really confused and kind of freaking out because it just felt so surreal. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had heard that people sometimes have orgies at parties but I didn't expect that here. Not at Jason's party! As I kissed this girl, her perfume smelled so familiar to me, like I had smelt it before. Strangely, I felt like I knew this girl but then the more I thought about it I figured there was no way I knew her. The perfume, well, I could have smelt it anywhere. The girl was a bit clumsy as we started taking off each other's clothes so I could tell that she was also really drunk. We then had sex. It was strange because I didn't know who I was having sex with but at the same time that very fact made it strangely exciting.

After that, everything went blank until I woke up. I then realize who this girl whose foot I've just touched is. She's the girl that I slept with. She was facing away and I couldn't see her face. Part of me thought that it would probably be wise if I just sneak out and go before she wakes up but another part of me was curious to see who my mystery 'lover' was. I was caught between two minds for about thirty seconds then I thought, 'What if she's hot and I could possibly see her again?' then I decided to wake her. I shook her a few times then eventually she turned to look at me. As soon as I saw her my heart nearly stopped. She looked at me and screamed out loud. It wasn't a scream of fear, but one of shock, horror and disbelief as she also realized that I was the guy she had had sex with a few hours before. I just lay there, stone-faced; speechless. Now I knew why that perfume smelt strangely familiar. Now I knew why it almost felt like I knew this girl. That was because I did. It was my sister…

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