A Night Of Passion

AVY

My name is Avyanna, but I prefer to be addressed as Avy, as my friends call me.

I was known for my adventurous spirit and boldness. A girl who never shied away from a challenge, and her promiscuous nature, which often led to unexpected situations. However, nothing could have prepared me for the whirlwind of emotions and uncertainty that would follow a one-night affair.

It was a night that began like any other, with laughter, dancing, and the clinking of glasses in celebration of my birthday. 

I was a hardworking and dedicated student who had always prioritized studies over everything else. As a result, I have never experienced the thrill of being in a romantic relationship. My friends, who cared deeply for me, wanted to make my upcoming birthday a truly unforgettable experience.

The day of my birthday arrived, and my friends had planned an elaborate celebration. 

They decked out the party venue with colorful decorations and organized a sumptuous feast for everyone to enjoy. I totally had no idea about the surprise, and was overwhelmed by the grandeur of the event.

"Wow, guys! This is amazing!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with excitement.

My friend, Mia, smiled and replied, "We wanted to make this birthday extra special for you, Avyanna. You deserve it!"

As the party continued, my friends informed me that they were about to take their plan to the next level. 

(They believed that introducing her to the world of romance would be the perfect gift. However, their method of achieving this was questionable at best.)

They discreetly spiked my drink with a mild sedative, hoping it would relax my inhibitions. Once the drug took effect, they led me to a private room where a man they had hired was waiting.

"Remember, just be gentle with her. She's never been with anyone before," whispered Avyanna's friend, Sarah, to the man.

The man nodded, understanding the importance of the situation.

 As I entered the room, I felt a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice slightly slurred from the sedative.

"I'm here to make your birthday special, Avyanna," the man replied softly, attempting to strike my cheek.

As the man drew closer to me, I could feel that there was totally something wrong. 

As much as I had no idea that my friends had put him up to this, I was still aware that the man had bad intentions.

In my weak condition, I immediately hit him on his head with a bottle and ran out of the room, running into a much darker room.

The room was dark and for some reason I felt so sexually heated to the extent that I couldn’t control myself. I pulled off my clothes and began to sexually please myself.

“Who is in here?” I heard and immediately stopped whatever I was doing.

The voice seemed to be getting closer and closer, it also sounded very rhythmic and pleasant to listen to.

I wasn’t able to see his face because the room was dark, but I could certainly feel his presence. I stood up and walked over to him.

“Hi handsome,” I whispered into his ear, wrapping my hands around his neck, in order to stop me from staggering to the floor.

“Do you need help? What are you doing inside such a dark room?” He asked me different questions, sounding so much like my dad.

I was not in the right state of mind to process his questions and give him answers. I began to throw wild kisses at him which he soon began to reciprocate.

In the dead of that night, they had a good ride of sex.

**

The early morning was still blurry, and as the sun rose, I found myself alone in my bed, unable to recall the details of the previous evening. Little did I know that my life was about to change drastically.

Two months later, I discovered I was pregnant. How could I be pregnant? I had never even had sex before, I wondered, scared of the reality.

Slowly thoughts from my birthday night began to flood in.

Shocked and overwhelmed, I realized that I had no idea who the father was. The only clue I had was a hazy memory of my birthday night. 

Determined to take responsibility for my actions and find the truth, I embarked on a journey to retrace my steps and piece together the events of that fateful night.

I started by reaching out to my closest friends, hoping that they could shed some light on the mysterious man whom I had spent the night with. I met up with my best friend, Sarah, at a local café to discuss the events of the night.

"Hey Sarah, do you remember anything about the guy I was with on my birthday?" I asked, her voice tinged with desperation.

She frowned, trying to recall the night. "I'm sorry, Avy. I remember you dancing with a few guys, but I can't put a face on any of them. It was such a wild night."

Disappointed but undeterred, I continued my search, asking each of my friends if they knew anything about the man. Unfortunately, the responses were all the same – no one could remember any specific details about him. It seemed as if he had vanished into thin air.

As the weeks went by, my pregnancy progressed, and the urgency to find the father grew stronger. I scoured social media, visited the bar where my birthday party had taken place, and even hired a private investigator, but all my efforts were in vain. The identity of the father remained a mystery.

There was nothing left for me to do than to inform my parents about my predicament. I knew that my father would be so disappointed in me. If there was anything pa cared about the most, it was certainly his image.

I gathered a lot of courage and went to meet them at the dining table.

“Dad, mom, there’s something I have to tell you.”