Chapter 6: Chapter 6

My husband was not successful in his entry. It was so painful that I felt I would bleed to death if he forced me. I had broken into stages of orgasm during the foreplay, but all the pleasure disappeared when his head hit my entrance. I was trembling and sweating, and suddenly I didn't want him to touch me.

"It's excruciating at first," he said, "but most of the women say that an extreme pleasure will follow."

"I know, but I can't take it," I protested; I didn't even believe the sense of pleasure would happen after a few days, not until my wound would heal.

"Okay, we will try again next time," he said, and I hugged him tightly, moved by his thoughtfulness.

My thoughts then drifted to an incident in the past when two college lovers rushed into the hospital where I worked as the head accountant. I was in the admitting office when the in-charge interviewed the boyfriend who processed their admission.

"Sir, can I have my downpayment later? We were in a hurry to come here, and I was not able to bring my ATM card."

The young man was rubbing his hands together as he spoke. It was not hard to tell that he was scared. The admitting officer also noticed his anxiety that he stopped his fingers from dancing into the keyboard.

"Sir, do you need water? I have here," said the officer as he reached out for the bottled water at the small refrigerator not far from his table.

"No, thanks," he smiled, a hint of unease spread on his face, "but I am indeed scared for my girlfriend."

"I see. Why does she have profuse vaginal bleeding? Is it a congenital problem?"

"N-no, sir," he shook his head and smiled awkwardly. He attempted to speak three times, but his voice would not come out.

The officer understood that it was something confidential, so he raised a hand to stop him. "It's okay, sir. I understand.

"Ah, sir, it's because I forced myself into her, and she bled afterward."

I froze when I heard him. My fingers stiffened, and suddenly, I could no longer flip the pages of the record book I was checking. I stole a glance at him when he continued.

"What happened? You did not do enough foreplay?" the officer whispered, but I could still hear him because I was sitting a few feet away from him.

"We did, believe me, but maybe because it is her first time."

That incident had become my nightmare later. Our wedding was fast approaching, and I was afraid that it could also happen to me. The girl was still in her teens, and maybe her flesh was softer than mine. I was already thirty years old.

The next morning, I volunteered to distribute the updates of all the patient's bills because my curiosity gripped hard on me. When I passed by the nurses' station, my nurse friend was there. I asked her to come out, saying I had something important to tell.

"Yen, what's up? Is it about your wedding?"

''No. I just want to ask about the condition of that college student who bled yesterday." I looked around to make sure no one heard us.

"Why? Do you know her?"

"No, but she has not given her admission downpayment yet."

"She's better now after she underwent an emergency vaginal exploration. The laceration is already stitched out, but she had three units of blood transfusion."

I gasped in horror, and my eyes flew wide. I couldn't imagine her having a hemorrhage just because of sex.

"Was she forced?" I asked, imagining that three units of blood dripping from an IV stand down to her vein.

"The patient said she was not forced," my friend answered, but she laughed afterward, making me flush.

"Are you afraid that you might be next?"

"Of course."

"Don't be. There's a secret to that. However, there is a type of hymen that is so tough that only a surgical blade and scissors can open it."

Surgical blade and scissors, my goodness!

Zed laughed when I told him about it but somehow, it also scared him. Since that incident, our married status had become a little different from being unwed. The only difference was that we already slept together, and his hands were always around me, either massaging my breast or fondling my clitoris. Little did he know that every time we did that, I always imagined the fullness of my entrance, with his huge cock banging against my walls. Not only that, but I also imagined it in my mouth, tasting the wet and slippery goodness of his manhood.

The next day, Ara was already at the house when I returned home from work. She had the keys to the house, and she could come in anytime, even if we were not around. Our friendship was almost perfect, that we were inseparable. I knew her every secret, and she also knew mine. She was my strength when I was weak, and she was my defender whenever I got involved in a conflict.

"Yen, you know what? Maezy hired Tim to be her personal driver every time she is in the country."

Tim was her five-year-boyfriend, and they were living together for around two years already. They had wedding plans, but Ara insisted on moving it to next year after getting the approval for her work application in the USA. Changing her status would add another cost, aside from paperwork. Anyway, they were doing well together.

Aside from that, Tim was in his fourth year in college, taking up an engineering course. His salary as a personal driver would be a great help in their daily expenses. He was only supported financially by his older sister who worked in the UK as a nurse. Although Ara had her income as an ESL teacher, still their budget was tight. His allotment was only enough for his tuition, and it couldn't cover up their daily needs.

"Wow! That's good news!" I exclaimed, being the listener of her endless complaints about financial setbacks.

"But the best news is, guess what?"

"What?" I was never good at guessing, so I didn't waste my time playing her game.

"I'm five months pregnant."

I froze. I'm never against them having a baby but that would only complicate things. She was processing her papers for the USA, and her pregnancy might be a hindrance. She was desperate to have this work since most of her siblings were all successful. She had to prove her worth, or else she would lose the chance her eldest sister Ida was giving her. Her two other sisters had already given up on her.

Ara was not a black sheep of the family. Only that she grew up as a pampered child, having all her wants in life provided when her father still lived. She ended up changing her course three times--from Optometry to Nursing then this last chance, Education. She had completed her degree in Education but her sister wanted her to seek greener pasture. That meant she would go after her in the USA.

I just stared at her, too shocked to think of some words to say. Yet, her next words had me look at her, gaping.

"Jen, I'm going to give birth to this baby. But please, promise me that you will take care of him."