Uche slowly opened his eyes to find lips locked with that of another person. This person was forcing her tongue into his mouth. Two kinds of feeling rushed through him. One of fear and the other of pleasure. It felt good to be kissing some with such smooth and soft lips but it was creepy as he couldn't see her.
Soon, she left his lips and tracked the warm kiss down his hairless chest. Uche remembered wearing a shirt before falling asleep but somehow it was no longer on his body. How does one sleep with a shirt on and woke up without it? He wondered.