Chapter 5

"So, are we going to pretend like we didn't just swap partners with a couple of strangers?" Mandla asked as we walked toward the dining room.

"Nope. I'm certainly not pretending, Mandla. We just fucked other people. There, I said it."

He laughed. "Okay, but they weren't total strangers. By the end. We know their names now. Sifiso and Nolwazi. That sort of changes things."

"None of it does. I had Sifiso's cock in my mouth before I even saw his face. That definitely qualifies as a first-time introduction."

He shook his head, grinning. "Still counts."

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that."

We continued joking as we walked. When we got closer, the distant clink of glasses and silverware and bursts of chatter carried through the air.

"Alright, so now that we've broken that particular barrier," Mandla said, glancing at me sideways, "what else would you want to try?"

"You mean beyond glory holes and swapping fluids?"

He smirked. "Yeah. I mean, we just did it in private, but... I think I want more of that. Watching you take someone else while I'm right there doing the same. It was hot."

"You think you could handle doing that again?"

"Handle it? I loved it. Question is, would you?"

I pursed my lips, already knowing the answer. "I definitely don't hate the idea."

We were still grinning about it when we stepped into the hall. The space was buzzing. Long tables were set up like some decadent feast, covered in wide platters and plenty of drinks. The scent of grilled linefish and spiced lamb hovered in the air, and my stomach growled in response.