One day, I ended up drinking at the house of my childhood friend and her boyfriend. I drank more than usual and eventually passed out drunk. A while later, I felt a hot, sticky sensation on my lower body and opened my eyes to find my childhood friend, Waka, riding on top of me and moving her hips. She rambled something about mistaking me for her boyfriend in her sleep, but none of that mattered anymore. Intoxicated by the vivid pleasure spreading through our hazy minds, we couldnot stop. The sense of immorality from breaking a taboo only fueled our arousal, and we couldnot stop our passionate act of exploring each others bodies.