A Life Like Carolyn's

“Never again will I trust a man” I murmured as I downed a glass of vodka. It burned my throat, causing me to wince. Then I took another shot and another… “Men will leave you in the desert without water”. I remembered what a friend of mine always says. Why will Yasin do this to me?. Yasin eventually left me after investing my all in this relationship. After two years of being together He told me he was going to Sweden for a job opportunity. Now he is on social media with another lady, kissing and playing love; he even proposed to her. All he said when I texted him was, “I found someone better than you, am done with you,” and he blocked me. He promised to come back for me. Was I wrong in trusting him? Am I such a big fool for trusting a man? Wasn't I good enough for marriage? Was it because I had told him no s*x yet? The idea of drinking away my pain was birthed, and I took more shots. The dance floor was crowded with singles and couples dancing to the tune of the music. I poured another shot, threw its contents into my throat, and winced. I grabbed the bottle of vodka from the table and took a big swing. I looked around the room, wondering how happy almost everyone was. While my heart was burning in pain, I noticed a man staring at me. I tried moving my eyes away but his gray eyes under his long, dark lashes and dark brows wouldn't let me. His gray eyes were the kind of eyes that drew you in, deep and enigmatic. I felt a strange urge, and without disconnecting the eye contact, I walked toward him with a flirtatious smile. “Hello, Mr Handsome,” I greeted “Hi, Pretty ” he greeted back. My breath hinted, and the desire to press my lips against his mouth so I could feel the texture of his full lips crossed my mind. Hold yourself, Carolyn. It had to be alcohol. “What is Mr handsome having? ” I asked him as I lowered myself, reaching out for his glass, maintaining eye contact, and biting the corner of my lips slowly. My red strapless dress enunciates my wide hips and backside. “Nothing much, just something to get someone in a chill mood” he answered and wrinkled. “Bad boy…” I teased him while moving my finger from his lap to his waist, then his Adam's apple, yet maintaining eye contact; my naturally long, dark hair packed in a ponytail added beauty to my looks. I ran my tongue from the lower region of his ear bone to the higher region, then trusted my tongue inside his ear. His Adam apple bobbed, and I watched him gulp, causing a pool of warmth between my legs. I touched his Adam apple in a circular motion. “Come to Daddy?” he asked. I stood up slowly and walked toward the door. I knew I looked sexy, but the flirty stares and smiles I got from men as we walked were a confirmation. Seconds later we were in a room. “Seems like you're going to burn me with your eyes,” I said to him. Though my vision wasn't clear, I couldn't help but notice his eyes were fixed on my body. “Your body turns me on,” he replied. He planted a soft kiss on me softly and my p***y quivered. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips and tongue down my chin, to my neck. I moaned in pleasure while trying to suppress the sound, “Please make love to me”. He took off my dress, then his, and planted more treacherous kisses on my neck. Brokered the kiss and whispered to him “I have never done this before”. “Really！” he exclaimed, then I promised to make your organism one you will never forget. His hands slide over my perfect breast and his d**k jersey up in reaction. "Can I turn on the lights so I can enjoy the sight of you taking in a d**k for the first time?" he asked, his hands running up and down my arms. “No”, I replied that would only make me shy and uncomfortable. He moved his hands back to my breast and squeezed my n*****s lightly while he planted a kiss there. He laid me gently on the bed. He robbed my c**t gently while kissing me and I hummed in approval. He increased the pace while sucking my breast. My loud moan was all over the room. “The sound of your moaning makes me go crazy” he whispered to me as he saw me squirming under his touch. Never did I wish to lose my virginity to a total stranger, but my entire body was on fire. No matter how I struggled to hold myself, my body betrayed me. My c**t couldn't stop jerking. My body felt like I had just touched a naked cable; I was in heat. His right hand was on my n*****s, and he teased, squeezed, and tugged on them while his left hand was on my c**t massaged it until I cried out as my orgasm hit me. “f**k, girl. "I love how you moan when the orgasm hits you,” he complimented. “Do you want more？ ” he asked. I nodded my head in acceptance; never have I felt so good and though I was getting it from a stranger, I wouldn't mind getting more. He continued playing with my n*****s and breasts until he felt my second orgasm build. And my body tensed up again. “Let it all out for Daddy,” he whispered, and then we moaned in pleasure as I stroked his Adam fruit in pleasure as the orgasm hit us. “Pretty slut, I love how wet you are down there; let the show begin,” he said, moving his hand on my lap. His words managed to give me a mini-orgasm-like sensation and I felt my p***y turn to water. “You just make those moans louder and crazier; I know it's your first time, and I will be gentle,” he said as he slid down between my legs, and I moaned at the top of my voice. Though I was dripping wet, I still winced as his d**k settled in me “So tight and wet, ” he groaned. He began to thrust slowly, taking his time to ensure I got comfortable with his Adam fruit in me. “Give it all out to Daddy” he whispered as he thrusted into me faster. My p***y continued to contract and grip his c**k. “I love how you make me feel” I returned the compliments. I wasn't lying He groaned loudly, increasing space, and my p***y drenched his d**k with his c**k. Hours later, I could barely open my eyes as I felt an unfamiliar body and headache. I blinked slowly and opened my eyes. I glanced at the unfamiliar room, wondering how I got there. A vague memory of last night flashed in my mind. Oh my God! What did alcohol just make me do? I asked myself. I stood up with difficulty and noticed the blood stain on the bed, and that was evident enough that I had just lost something I cherished so much: My virginity. Looking at my hand, I noticed a 100 dollar note in my palm. “What did he take me for?” I spat, angrily. “Did he just imply I am a s*x worker？” I have never taken alcohol. Never again” I murmured. I endured the pain I felt between my thighs, limped to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up. Immediately, I returned to the bedroom, got dressed, and left with it. I got to my apartment and found all of my things outside. Then I remembered I had spent all I had ensuring Yasin traveled and that I forgot my rent was to expire. I carried my things and left New York to start my life all over in a new town with a little change on my card. As seconds turned to minutes, so those weeks turned to months. It had been 3 months already, and I kept feeling a constant headache and body weakness, wondering if I was allergic to something in this new town. I decided to visit a doctor for a proper examination. He sent me to the laboratory to run some tests. Minutes later, the results were out. The doctor leaned forward without saying a word for seconds, and then his lips curled into a smile. “Congratulations Carolyn ”. You are 3 months pregnant. The doctor declared to hand over my result. What！ Me pregnant？ How？ When？ Where ？ I was shocked.