Spin the bottle
SPIN THE BOTTLE
How many of you have you ever played Spin the bottle? Yes the game where you wish you make out with the hottest person in the room and then you end up ‘accidentally’making out with a stranger I have read stories on the internet where people get their first kiss by playing the game and how gross it was. And if they were too drunk to even care they would end up having sex. This is kind of one of the stories.
The date that it happened was around December of 2012. At that time I was breaking free out of my cocoon– like a butterfly. The heck I was one crazy butterfly. It was during that month that I shaved my hair into a Mohawk and dyed it blonde. I also attended by first party, got drunk and I didn’t like it. That was also the first and last time I played spin the bottle. That whole month I felt like a freaking rebel. If I was to die on either of those, I was so sure that hell would be throwing for me a welcoming party.
Imagine this, ten teenagers with raging hormones at a friend’s house whose parents aren’t there and an almost empty bottle of vodka. The ratio of boys to girls was 1:1 it was a pretty ok number. I was on my phone. A Samsung Galaxy Pocket for those who are wondering. That phone was a big deal for me. I had just logged in on my Facebook account and scrolled down through my newsfeed which was mostly of people being tagged in obnoxious photos. Just to be clear, if you tag me in a photo that does not have my amazingly angelic beautiful face in it then I will automatically block you. In 2012, six months in Facebook, I was still struggling with the basic ropes and what and how-to’s of Facebook. I would get excited whenever people tagged me into the horrifying low resolution selfies. That was before selfie was even a commonly used word. To prove my point, I am typing on a windows 10 MS word and they are running a red line every time I write the word selfie. Every time I would get tagged into their pictures which had a caption that said ‘Like my status’. I would get excited because I wasn’t invisible. Turns out they were just hungry for likes. If you still do that, shame on you. I would get tagged in memes and posts by almost everyone who had less than a hundred friends.
I had just finished untagging myself from tagged photos when the owner of the house came out with green bottle. (**Just realized that untagging is not English. The fudge**)
BOY #1: Let us have an ORGYYYY!!!
BOY #4: Come one, come all!
ME: That cannot happen at the same time.
RANDOM GIRL: Gross!
BOY #2: Come here and I will show you what you call gross.
OWNER OF THE HOUSE: (comes out with a bottle of vodka) I have an idea of a game that we should play?
HER SISTER: what are you doing with that bottle?
OWNER: for a game . . . daah!!!!!!!!!!
HER SISTER: DON’T DAAH ME, BITCH!
OWNER: BITCH.
BOY #1: Can I finish that?
BOY #2: (snatching the bottle from OWNER)Too late!
The two boys finished drinking the remaining vodka. Just enough to make them become louder and rowdier. Points for rhyming. Being tipsy would be considered an understatement.
BOY #3: What game should we play?
MY FEMALE FRIEND WHO I SEE HER AS A SISTER: Can’t you see that she is holding a bottle?
OWNER: Spin the bottle, daah!
HER SISTER: What is wrong with you and saying ‘daah’?
OWNER: I will slap you so hard until your tampon falls out.
HER SISTER: Go ahead, bitch!
BOY #1: (suddenly, to TALL GIRL) I want tobang you so hard until you can’t walk anymore.
TALL GIRL: EW.
ME: Khai! Kunaendaje?
OWNER: The heck?
HER SISTER: Not in my bed
BOY #3: Aye, she is mine
FRIEND: what about me?
BOY #4: (to FRIEND) I want you.
FRIEND: You are liked my brother. (EVERYONE LAUGHS)
RANDOM GIRL: (winking, to TALL GIRL) Trust me you will not enjoy it.
We all converged in the living room, at the carpet, surrounding the bottle. This was going to interesting, I said to myself. SoBOY #1 went for the first which landed on my ‘SISTER’. It was a dream come true moment for the two of them. No matter how hard they tried to hide their happiness, it was clear that they were pleased that they would be locking themselves in the room. You know like how your parents buy for you that phone that you wanted and you cannot stop being cheerful. This was their bliss. Instead of a phone, it was my ‘sister’ and the bottle was the parent.
BOY#1: Let us go.
MY FRIEND: (who was already in the next room) HURRY UP!
There was this room that was close to the living room where people would lock themselves in and start making out. The doors, unfortunately, weren’t that soundproof so for you to hear want was going down on the other side of the door you had to press your ears on to the door.But since they were the first people nobody went to eavesdrop. And another rule of the game is that the spinning of the bottle takes place when everyone is present. After three minutes they were back. Both of them trying to hold their breathes. Zero hickies.
For the second spin, the sister to the owner of the house landed on BOY #4. They were not as excited as the previous couple but it was obvious that their intentions were not to be innocent. My point was proven when they spent ten minutes in there. YES, TEN FREAKING MINUTES. It went from playing spin the bottle to sevenminutes ( and three more minutes) of heavenin a short period of time. They were literally the game changers. Everyone went to eavesdrop at the door only to hear muffled moans. Holy shit! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. After listening to what I heard I was ready to cleanse my ears. Even the maid who was outside entered the house to find out what was going on. I felt bad for them because they would be snitched to their parents later that night.Everyone was enjoying the show all but for one person. The owner of the house, because it was her closely younger sister who was in the other room. She was violently banging on the door saying if that theydidn’t open she would go for the spare keyand she did not mind what state they were in.
Ten minutes later, the pair came out. Their clothes messier than the previous two and their foreheads misty with sweat from all the ‘work’ that they were doing. These ones had hickies all over. After that the rules of the game changed. No one was allowed to spend more than three minutes in the room and the key was removed from the lock. My turn came after every one had literally made out with everyone else in the room. This was the first, I came last. LOL JK.
When my turn came, my spin landed on my best friend who was like a ‘sister’ to me. I repeat like a sister. The mood was suddenly tense and saying that it was awkward would be an understatement. Everyone started chanting my name and hers. I looked at her and I could see that she was uncomfortable. So I took the bottle and span it again saying that this is not the game of thrones, which no one understood. To prove my statement here is a screenshot of one of the guys who literally thought Game of Thrones was a game.
So my bottle landed on the tall girl. Did Imention she was tall? She was younger than me but damn was she tall. I guess it is because then I was short for my age. She was tall as fuck. When we got to the bedroom, I closed the door smoothly. She was on the bed seated and I was standing directly in front of her. I took my first step and now the fronts of our shoes wereslightly brushing. And what happened next shook the living hell out of me.
She leapt in my direction and she closed the space between us. She literally pounced on me. I was shook. She bent down a little bit and I could see that she was going for my mouth. But since I standing on my toes she ended up making out with my nose. Like my nose got a lot of action that day and it was serious. This is not the softly well-choreographed making out that you see on TVthis was rough because she was using teeth. Like my nose was being bitten mercilessly.I slowly tried to detach myself from her so that we could have lip to lip interaction but she ended up biting on my nose. Claiming it as hers. I opened my eyes only to see her staring back and sucking everyjuice from my nose. I don’t even know what I did to deserve this.
“This is awkward!” I said as she pulled away from my nose before licking my mouth and stepping back.
“Yeah! I am sorry. I made out with your nose.”
NO SHIT!
“Umm okay,” I said as I left because God knew what could might have happened if I stayed in there. Maybe, my ears would be sucked next or my d. My dental formula you pervs.so before I left she told me not to tell anyone and I promised her that I wouldn’t.
I thank God for being open minded. Otherwise, I would have embarrassed her in front of everyone and possibly ruined her life. But I am not that type of an asshole. So I smiled and decided to laugh because it would make a pretty good tale to tell one day. Ever since that day, I realized that she had a thing for noses. Like everyone who she dates must have a big nose that is ready to be nibbled on. I didn’t know back then what I know now is that she had a nose fetish. Just like everyone else has a fetish but hers is of the nose. I may not know mine now but I am sure there is something out of ordinary that turns me on immediately.
SO THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS: RESPECT EACH AND EVERY ONE’S FETISHES.
This was the last time I played the game because man was I surprised.
