Ndakasangana neshamwari yangu, an old school mate mutown in Harare. I was about 22 years old. He took me out for a coffee tichitaura nyaya and finding out about what each other was doing, work, kids, marriage imwe iyaya. He had got married.
I had a boyfriend but he had since been gone to the UK 4 months and counting. He invited me to his house that evening. I did not want to visit his home really because I did not want to meet his wife or family. But paakati his wife was away in SA for a week, I decided pay him a visit. Pandakasvika akange ari ega muflat ravaigara. We hugged and immediately started kissing tichiri padoor. The next thing akandizvuzvurudza to his kitchen tichikisana kudaro. He pulled bhurugwa rangu down and made me sit on the kitchen work-top. I tried to stop him…realising kuti things were moving too fast. But he was strong and told me to relax. Akandivhura makumbo and his mouth engulfed beche rangu!
Akazondidzikisa pasi dzungu rekunakirwa rotenderedza musoro wangu. I did not even get a chance yokudya mboro nokuti pandakadzika pasi… Akabva andifongoresa, pulled my skirt onto my back, ndokubvisa mboro mubhurugwa ndokuinangisa mubeche rangu. I screamed as he pushed mboro yake mubeche rangu. Iye kutoridza zimhere rechirume achinzwa kuti beche rangu rakange richiri mbishi coz ndainge ndakasvira only 5 timesnemukomana wangu kubva paakandibvisa humhandara.
He walked me into the lounge while mboro yake was inside beche rangu. Akandifongoresa over the arm-rest yesofa rake ndokundisvira again. Aigomera ini ndichichemerera until he emptied huronyo hwake inside me. I did not get a chance to see him again as I was due to fly out to Canada the following week.