Part 5 of 11

Chapter 5

By Zakes Mdluli

2,833 words · 11 min read

Nomsa Khumalo

I woke up the next morning feeling strangely rejuvenated. The sun on my side, looking out the window where the ocean was already bright and beautiful, and waited for the regret to take over.

I figured I would remember the camera lens zooming in on my pussy and want to curl into a ball and die. But the embarrassment never came.

"Morning, beautiful."

I turned my head. Sipho sat on the edge of the bed with a dazed look on his face. Like he didn't know if last night was real or not.

"Morning," I said, sitting up. "Everything okay?"

"I'm trying to figure out who I was last night," he replied, shaking his head. "Because I don't think I've ever met that guy before. Nomsa, I let a woman film me feeding you my cock. She zoomed in on it while I came down your throat. I feel like I should be freaking out right now."

"But you're not?"

"No. I'm not. Knowing she was capturing it made it significant. I liked it, to be honest."

"I liked it too," I admitted. "We didn't have to hide anything. It was kind of sexy, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was." He laughed, the tension breaking. "I think that's why I'm not freaking out. I'm too busy replaying it."

I crawled across the bed toward him, wanting to kiss him, but my stomach let out a loud growl.

Sipho laughed. "Okay, how about we get some food first, then we think about sex." He brought me in for a hug. "I read there's a communal breakfast at the Main Pavilion. Want to go see if everyone else looks normal?"

"Fine," I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "But once I'm stuffed, we're coming straight back here."

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