CHAPTER 2: Prelude

But my situation taught me a lesson, which is this: A loved one can very easily change the goal of your dream. That's what happened to me! Because of those words I heard my father say, I made a decision deep down: to make him believe that although I was very beautiful with big breasts and a big butt, my story wasn't going to be reciprocal to that of the others he knew. But unfortunately, the poorly educated girls in my class opened my ears and eyes.

Let me tell you: the BEPC exam became my annual pilgrimage.

Yes, the girls, after opening my senses and my hearing, got me into trouble.

Very quickly, I gave way to a young student from the tenth grade. I was in ninth grade and I had to go out with a guy from a higher class. Throughout that first year, we had a lot of sex. In my free time, we would spend time at his place. He missed classes because he saw his future in me. In his room, we ate love like fruit. Especially when I showed him my breasts, he was dying of desire. When I let him caress me until I signaled him to take off my underwear, he was even more dying.

With Crespin, I thought I'd fulfill my life as a couple, but unfortunately, Crespin had come on a mission, and after his success, he blocked me.

Yes, that's what that bastard did to me. After giving me a good, proper blowjob, he threw me away like an orange peel.

And to be honest, Crespin had accustomed me to sex so well that, wherever I am, I like to be active.

After him, the following year, I met Frédéric, the man who would ruin everything in my life; the man who would let my father have the better of me; the man who would make my mother cry.

Yes, Frédéric appeared in my life with all the problems. I'm talking about problems because I didn't want to get pregnant, but unfortunately, that's what happened to me!

Like Crespin, Frédéric and I were slowly and calmly making love when one day, I hoped for my period without success. Discreetly, I did everything I could to get my period, but unfortunately, it hadn't come. Sorry, I talked to Frédéric, who told me it might be a delay.

One month, two months, three months. How long could it take to be so long? That's when I decided to go to the hospital to see what was wrong. The night I had this idea was the same night that Mom came home from the ward with a woman.

"Aisha," she told me, "for the past few days, I've been making a mental note."

I stared at her, my heart pounding, and I was impatient to hear what she was getting at.

"Tell me, are you using disposable diapers anymore?" she continued.

Reader, at my mother's question, I lost the strength to speak.

My mouth was half-open, and I looked at her like that. I looked at her like a sparrowhawk taking flight with a chick.

"Will she talk?" she shouted. – Mom, I…I…

– You…you what?

My mother, staring at the stranger, asked her to take action.

The young woman stood up and said, "Find me a small room."

In front of my brothers, Mom took my hand and asked the woman to follow us. Together, we climbed the stairs until we reached the top. My mother, pushing open the door to my room, said to the woman, "This is her room. Here's her bed, you can examine her on it."

It was after these words that I realized the woman with the small bag was a health worker.

“Undress, miss, and lie down on the bed.”

My heart flinched with fear, and since there was no alternative, I obeyed.

The woman took a tester from her bag and examined me. She went around and around me, and I prayed she would discover the opposite of my mother's pretensions.

Woe is me!

Since the white man's machines never lie, the woman said:

"According to the results, your daughter has been pregnant for three months."

My mother, staring at me, said, "Aisha, thank you!"

She turned back to the living room, in tears.

That was the day I understood that good mothers have a hard time bearing their daughters' unhappiness.

My mother had a goal for me, but I, with my little hole and my beauty, upset her whole plan.

All night long, I cried. I cried because I recognized that I had shamed my mother. It affected me too much. It was then that I realized that a woman, wherever she is, walks with her unhappiness. And her unhappiness is her body. The next morning, I had class at 7:00, and I got up quickly to get ready for school. My mother had let me do everything, and it was when I came to see her in the living room to have breakfast that she asked me, "Where are you going?"

Her question seemed very strange to me because she could see I was wearing my school uniform and dared to ask me that kind of question again.

"I'm going to school!" I replied.

"You're crazy! Go take this crap away from me quickly and come take me to the idiot who got you pregnant."

And that was the beginning of my ordeal!

Because of this shitty pregnancy, Mom stopped my schooling. Because of this shitty pregnancy, my father's words got the better of me. Because of this shitty pregnancy, I was going to become a housewife prematurely. Because of this shitty pregnancy, I was going to become a woman who loved sex too much and a lot.

I hope you're ready to read my story? Long before that, are you eighteen? Do you like sex?

Read my story!

They call me Aïcha, and I like sex! Frédéric, a poor student, was forced into marriage. To avoid prison, he inevitably agreed to this unexpected marriage.

Tighten your seatbelts and get ready for takeoff.

Men, update your soap. Women, you know what to put aside.

I say this because I know it's going to be too hot.

My sex story will be more interesting than the previous ones.