SERIAL FICTION

She Finally Caught His Attention

Shadows Of Mayday #9: Harriet and Angie #1: Angie enjoyed the young man’s attention — until she didn’t

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Angie smiled at Harriet as they buckled into their seats. They were excited about making this trip. Few students had the time or the opportunity to go backpacking for three months during the summer holidays, let alone doing that abroad.

Their parents received the news about their traveling plans with a huge amount of enthusiasm. Getting their children to go out in the big wide world to explore had always been a priority. Since Angie and Harriet would go backpacking in a group of about twenty students coming from all over the world, it reassured their parents the girls would be safe during their time in South Africa.

“Are you as excited as I am?” Harriet asked her friend.

“Oh yes, I am,” Angie said with a broad smile.

She hoped her friend couldn’t tell that it was a partial lie. For Angie, this was not only an adventure but also an escape. Two days before they were to leave for their trip, Angie had discovered she was pregnant.

Ten weeks ago, Angie and Harriet went out with a group of friends. There was one student in the group whom Angie had fancied for months, but he never noticed her until that evening in the bar.

Even though Angie really wanted his attention, she was suddenly nervous when she realized he was as interested in her as she was in him. Or so she thought. It was only later that the evening that they chatted. He bought her a drink and flirted with her.

Harriet interrupted them.

“Are you okay if I leave earlier? I have to study for a test,” Harriet asked.

“Of course. Go. I will be okay,” Angie answered.

“I will bring Angie home,” the young man jumped in.

It was not uncommon for Harriet or Angie to leave the other at one of their hangouts when either of them had to study. Hitching rides from other students was more a rule than an exception. Everyone did it.

Angie and the young man sat close together at the corner of the bar. They talked about their studies and their dreams for the future. He surprised Angie when he kissed her without warning, but she didn’t mind. She kissed him back, finally able to show her interest and attraction to him.

“Shall we have one more drink and then leave?” he asked and Angie nodded.

She was slightly light-headed after the drinks she already had, but thought she could handle another one. Angie didn’t want to come across as a party-pooper by refusing his offer.

Half an hour later, the student unlocked the door on the passenger side for Angie to get into his car. He walked around and got in behind the steering wheel. Angie gave him her street address, and he started the car. He turned the nose of the car in the wrong direction.

“You had to go left, not right,” she said.

“I know,” he said, “but I want to show you something.”

His kind smile put her at ease. She relaxed against the seat, happy to spend more time with him, and soon recognized he was driving towards a nearby seaside town.

He parked the car in a darker spot in the parking area and turned to Angie. She smiled at him and blushed. He pulled her closer, and they kissed.

His hand moved to her breast and when Angie wanted to pull away, he made soothing sounds and didn’t take his lips off hers. In her confusion, Angie didn’t know whether to push him away or continue kissing him. She opted for the last, reasoning that him fondling her breasts was not the end of the world.

Minutes later, he pulled away, reached over, and reclined her seat. He moved over to sit in the same seat with her. It was a tight fit. They kissed again and his hand moved back to her breasts, but this time under her top.

Again Angie wanted to pull away and again he made soothing sounds, which made her feel ridiculous for objecting.

It was when his hand moved down to the hem of her skirt that she stopped him.

“No, please, I don’t want this,” she said.

“Are you sure?” he asked in a tone that made her feel like a fool.

Angie didn’t answer him right away, and apparently he saw that as permission to continue. When he did, she pushed his hand away, but he ignored it. His fingers touched her crotch.

“Oh, I believe you are wet,” he chuckled.

Angie wanted to die. She stayed still, almost not breathing. Her mind was working overtime, but her body was passive.

Why didn’t I go home with Harriet? Why am I such a coward? I should demand he takes me home, dammit! How am I going to stop him? What if he hurts me? Or worse?

She blushed when the next thought popped into her mind.

Why am I wet?

Harriet was the more outspoken one of the two students. Angie was the soft and sentimental one and frequently didn’t dare to stand up for herself. She found herself in a situation she didn’t know how to handle.

She was still contemplating what to do when he pushed her seat back as far as it could go. He rolled over on top of her.

Angie fought him, but he was too strong.

“No, please, no,” she said, as he held her arms down with ease.

“Come on, girl,” he said, “it’s clear you want this as much as I do. You’re so fucking wet, so stop pretending to be a prude.”

Afterwards, Angie couldn’t recall exactly what had happened.

She remembered he had positioned himself between her legs, pulled her panties aside, and pushed his hard cock into her. She didn’t know when he took it out of his pants.

Angie fought him.

She fought him hard.

She said ‘no’ repeatedly. Angie pushed him away hard, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Ah, you like it rough, don’t you?” he said as he fucked her.

Angie wriggled and tried to free herself, but then he pinned her down with his forearm across her chest, pressing the air from her lungs.

“Stay still, bitch, or…” he said as he continued pushing into her.

Afraid to move, she just lay there, allowing him to fuck her. Tears burned in the corners of her eyes. She turned her head away so he couldn’t see them.

The few minutes until he blew his load inside her lasted a lifetime. She was home half an hour later and went straight to the bathroom. Angie scrubbed herself between her legs until she was raw and hurting. Tears streamed down her face, mixing in with the water of the shower. The sound of the falling water muffled her sobs.

Thankfully, her parents were asleep already. She couldn’t bear facing them in this state.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #10

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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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