My sexual desire has always been quite disturbing ever since I was a teenager. I had wild fantasies, and I never failed to explore them because what's the point of being a teenager if you can't explore and be adventurous? I saw my teenage years as an experimental phase, and I didn't hesitate to explore with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. You can probably name a sexual fantasy you've had, and I'd probably have done it.

The crazy thing about being adventurous and wild is that you never know when it's going to bite you back in the ass. I finally entered University, and it started well initially. I had promised myself to enjoy every minute of being in college. To attend the craziest parties, have mind-blowing sex with tons of strangers, and generally live my life to the fullest without any regrets. The first year came and went, and I kept my promise to myself. My grades were slipping, but I couldn't care less as long as I was having fun.

The second year also came and went. I almost did get expelled that year for being caught several times for doing ungodly things to someone's son. However, I didn't let that deter me from having fun and keeping my promise. The third year was a bit of a struggle for me because my grades were terrible. I was almost not promoted to fourth year until I had to sleep with a lecturer to let me go to the next level. My course was four years, and I was super stoked that I was in my final year. I figured it was my time and season to be even wilder than before- because, let's face it, I had only one year to be a hot, ravaging, hormonal woman before I went out into the real world. It was time to dot my I's and cross my T's.

I partied almost every day, and on the days that I wasn't drinking- I was busy having the sloppiest sex with strangers. It was indeed a fantastic time in my life. Many male friends surrounded me, and I had no female friends. This was probably because men are more drama-free than women. My closest male friends were Tunde and Paul. We were all close and did everything together. I met Tunde at a party in my first year. He was hitting on me, and we almost did have sex, if not for the fact that he didn't have a condom. We exchanged numbers and hit it off as regular friends without any benefits. He was a hype man for parties and always gave me fresh updates about the hottest parties.

I met Paul through Tunde. They have been friends since childhood. Paul was a chill guy and fun to hang out with. We hit it off well, and we became close. Paul, Tunde, and I were like my school's three musketeers of fun. We were the cool and popular kids everyone dreamt of being in school. My final exams were coming, and I knew I needed to get serious for a while. As much as I loved partying and having fun, I also valued my education. I wanted to stay caught up. As an only child of a widow, I wanted to make my mom proud. Plus, I couldn't sleep with every lecturer to pass.

For the first time, I got serious. I studied for my final exams with the promise to myself to spoil myself by having fun after the exam period. Exam season came and went. I was excited that everything was coming to an end now. Tunde and Paul were also finalists. They were both planning a big post-exam rave, and I had plans to enjoy myself to the fullest in the party; after all, I deserved that after putting all my energy into my exams.

The day for the party rave came, and the party was everything and more. Everyone went with the right vibe. We all danced, drank, did shots, partied, and had fun. I remember taking edibles and drinking every alcoholic drink I could lay my hands on. The following day, I woke up disheveled with the most significant headache ever. Sudden flashbacks from the party appeared to me, and I remembered kissing both Tunde and Paul simultaneously in the room. I peeked over and saw Tunde lying on one side of the bed with Paul and me on the other.

More flashbacks started rushing in, and I recalled the lucid things we three did yesterday night. We had a threesome yesterday, and I had sex with both of them. I smiled at the thought because I also could remember enjoying it very much. It was indeed a remarkable night. It was daybreak, and I knew I had to leave. My mom requested that I come home the next day since I had finished my final exams. I hadn't started packing yet, and I figured it would probably take me that whole day to do that because my load was a bit much. I tried waking Tunde and Paul up, but they were both knocked out from the fun we all had yesterday night. I kissed both their cheeks, made a mental note to text them later, and left.

The following day came, and I was traveling back home to see my mother. She was excited to see me, and I was thrilled to see her. Weeks passed, and I started getting queasy in the mornings. I would also involuntarily vomit at odd times in the mornings. I was also beginning to look pale and put on weight. My mom noticed this and called me one evening. She asked me when last I saw my period, and it dawned upon me that I had missed my period last month and also this month. Fear gripped me, and I stood still. Could I be pregnant? The previous sexual relationship I had was the threesome with Tunde and Paul before I left school. My mom was a strict woman and an MFM member, so I was thoroughly supervised at home. I wasn't just allowed to go out to meet people. My mom quickly took me to the hospital for tests, and it was soon confirmed that I was pregnant. I could see the disappointment on my mom's face already. She drove me home in silence, and once we reached the house, she asked me who the father was.

I blinked numerous times because I didn't know the answer to give her. I had a threesome and sex with both Paul and Tunde- How am I supposed to know who the father is?