SERIAL FICTION

Close Friends Keeping Their Secrets

Shadows Of Mayday #11: Harriet and Angie #3: They boarded the plane, both thinking of the one thing they didn’t talk about

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They lay together on the bed afterwards, talking and laughing and relaxing. Harriet threw her leg over and straddled him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Wait and see,” she said as she bent forward and kissed him on the lips.

Then she kissed his neck, his chest, his nipples and down his stomach until she reached the fuzz of pubic hair. His member was still half hard.

By then, he understood what she was about to do.

He lay with his hands behind his head and watched as Harriet closed her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked around the tip, teasing him.

Fun and lust danced in her eyes.

She watched him when she slowly lowered her mouth to take in more of his cock. The more of his hard member she took in her mouth, the broader he smiled. Her lips touched his pubic hair. She held the position for a moment and only moved her mouth back up when she almost gagged.

Repeatedly, she took him in deep before she fucked him with her mouth. She closed her hand around the base of his cock and it followed the movements of her mouth.

She sucked him hard, licked him softly and teased him by flicking her tongue over his frenulum.

He had closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

“Can I… uh… will you… uh… is it okay…” he stuttered.

“I will swallow, if that’s what you mean,” Harriet blurted, and then continued sucking him.

That was what he wanted to know. He didn’t hold back anymore. Only minutes later, he climaxed for a second time that evening, spurting his cum into her waiting mouth. Harriet swallowed every drop and licked him clean, enjoying how his cock went softer against her tongue.

He used two more condoms that evening before Harriet went home in the small hours of the morning.

Their relationship bloomed.

Not only did they have wonderful sex, but they talked about almost every subject under the sun, still pretending he was giving her extra lessons.

Harriet wanted to tell the world she was in love — or was it lust? — but she didn’t want to get him into trouble. It was always the lecturers who lost their jobs when the management heard about an affair.

Harriet kept it a secret, hoping their relationship would last forever. After her graduation, she would scream it from the rooftops that they were a couple.

In the last two weeks before their trip, Harriet and Angie saw little of each other. They followed different courses and had tests at different times.

In every spare minute, they got together to discuss their trip. They were both excited, but Angie seemed more subdued than Harriet knew her. Harriet took that as a sign that Angie was her worrying self — worrying about the trip and worrying about her tests.

“Everything will be okay,” Harriet said and hugged her friend.

Angie almost told Harriet what bothered her.

She still had nauseous spells, and something had dawned on her. She wanted to do a test, but she was afraid to do so. What would Harriet think of her if she knew how stupid she had been? She wouldn’t be able to bear the contempt of her friend.

Angie wrote her last test three days before their departure to South Africa, and Harriet wrote her last one a day later, in the morning. The two friends had an appointment to go shopping for the last necessities in the afternoon.

That morning, Angie went to the drugstore. She bought a pregnancy test and cycled back home. Her parents were at work. Angie knew the answer before she saw it on the test.

The rape of ten weeks before had left her pregnant. She sagged to the floor in the bathroom.

What should I do? Keep it? Abort it? How can I ever tell mom and dad I’m pregnant?

Even if she had a boyfriend, it would have been terrible to disappoint them like this. They had such grand plans for her and yes, children were part of that plan, but not just yet.

Then a thought struck her — she would find an opportunity to have an abortion done in South Africa. Her mind hooked on that idea. That was her way out. It would always be her secret — the rape, the pregnancy and the abortion.

The two students were at the airport far too early on the day they departed on their big adventure. Their parents wanted them all to have coffee together before their daughters went through customs.

When at last Harriet and Angie went through customs, they giggled like two teenagers. At last, at last, the day they had been looking forward to for weeks was here. They were on their way to the gate where their plane would leave.

Their big adventure was about to start.

Harriet and Angie both felt elated, but each carried a secret constantly in the back of their minds. Harriet wanted to tell Angie about her lover and Angie wanted to confide in her friend.

Neither of them told the other, each for their own reasons.

In the waiting area, they sat on the tip of their chairs, waiting impatiently to be called to board the plane. When the business class passengers moved forward, they stood up, only to sit down again, both blushing.

Then, finally, economic class passengers could board.

Angie and Harriet quickly joined the line and had their passports and boarding tickets checked by a friendly flight attendant. They found their seats on the plane and as they buckled into their seats, Angie smiled at Harriet.

Excitement and fear made her shiver.

Excitement for their trip and fear for the plan she wanted to execute in South Africa.

Next to her, Harriet looked through the porthole window. I will be back soon, she said in her mind, thinking about her lover.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #12

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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