02/12/2020
SISTER ABIGAIL
EPISODE 15.
Abigail came out of Efficient Lab with a stapled brown envelope. She looked a little phlegmatic but not totally indifferent. It was as if she already knew the outcome of the result. She only went for the test to confirm her fears. Apart from the symptoms of early pregnancy she's been noticing for the past few days, coupled with the fact that she is yet to see her menstrual flows which is about a week behind, the "congratulations" from the lab scientist who carried the test was a testament. "If she wasn't pregnant why congratulates her? Who congratulate one on a pregnancy test result that is negative?" She has no need of looking at the result any more she told herself as she double folded the envelope and squeeze it down to the bottom corner of her silver colored DG hand bag. She wished she had slapped her across the face for parting her on the back for an unwanted pregnancy. Who told her she wanted the child? Do she know who she was? Its obvious she doesn't.
If she did she won't open her filthy mouth to congratulate her in an act that nobody should know of. What will people say? How will they look at her in the church? What will the church council say about her? She can deal with church discipline of any offense whatsoever but not the one that is related to immorality, fornication and its resultant effect. How can it be said that her precious and consecrated body have been defied my immoral conducts. Her body is a temple of the holy spirit and not the alter of idolatry or bed of fornication. Everybody in the church knows her. They believe and look up to her. She was a role model to the teaming youths and young females in the church. Everybody knows her dedication and her love for God. Her purity and chastity stood her out in the eyes of many. And that alone have always earned her loads of respect. It should be left that way. Whatever that have happened should not be brought to light. Such shame should not be heard of. No, she can't deal with that. She will do whatever to keep it buried.
She saw an ATM booth as she walks down the road. Without giving it much thought nor contemplation she crossed the road and walked towards it. There were few people on the queue but she joined anyways. Few minutes after joining them, tears ran down her cheeks as if without her consents. She quickly wiped them off as they came. She would not be seen crying. She wasn't sure of the explanation to give if perhaps she was seen crying. What had happened has happened. There was no need crying over a spilled milk. All that mattered now was to seek for solutions. At that instant, she developed a turgid and stone heart. It was as if her worries were over. Like her burdens have been lifted off her shoulders.
She was a happy sister again. When it was her turn, she walked majestically and gallantly into the ATM gallery shacking what her mama gave her like never before to the awe of few men who stood there waiting for their turns. Many drooled at the sight of her voluptuous curves and the swings of her hips in the scale of pendulum. She withdrew the sum of 50k and headed toward the park. She had no prior knowledge of where she was going neither do she know what she was doing. She was purely and practically following her instincts and the dictates of the little voice acting like her guardian angel. She didn't mind nor question the authority of such voice. All she needed do was obey as directed.
She got to the park and headed straight to the stands of cars going to Cross River state and booked her ticket. She sat on the window side on the second role followed by a young man in his mid 20s. In less than 30mins, the car was filled and ready for departure. She said a short prayer for journey mercy and for the success of whatever that is taking her to Cross River. In about an hour or so, she lay her head on the opposite seat and drift away.
It was almost dark, as the tyres eat up the road. Abigail opened her eyes slight as she felt a palm cupping her sweet melons. It was as if she was in trance due to the sleep in her eyes. But no. It wasn't a dream. She could feel the hand and the movement. She knew who's palm it was or a least, the direction it came from can easily suggest that. She kept quite to observe what was going on and wondered if people could be so mean to do such in a moving car filled with other passengers. She lifted her head and looked round the vehicle and realized every single passenger in the car was asleep except his close handsome seatmate. It was dark too. It was quite obvious no body could see beyond there nose inside the car. Hence it was safe for him to do what he was doing without suspicion. She looked outside the widow for few minutes and resumed her former sleeping position.
Within 5mins, the roving hand resumed its exploration. It rested on her left laps and cautiously moved up to her knee. On its way back, the palm dragged her silky skirt along a little revealing a flesh above her knee region. It moved straight up to her b***s and cupped it immediately. She couldn't decipher what the young man's plan was but she allowed it anyways. From the base of her flappy bogus blouse, the roving hand moved underneath, pulling the bra upward to free up her b***s from under. She shut her eyes as her heart beat increased in anticipation of the next thing to follow. Just as expected, the roving hand cupped the full b***s and fondled it furiously. Fully aware that her counterpart was in support of the exploration, he went ahead to tickle the ni***es as he fondled. Abigail let out a soft inaudible moan as her v***a got softened by the touches.
The roving hand left the b***s and rested back on the laps and moved romantically up and down the thigh pulling the silky skirt to her waist region which made her pink panties visible to whoever cared to look. The middle finger of the roving hand brushed and traced the panties up to the band. Abigail shot her eyes close and wonder the audacity. Just as the roving hand lifted the panties up from the side to pass through, the speeding trailer's horn behind blared, causing the driver to swive off the road thereby jolting the slumbering passengers up. The roving hand withdraw and the other adjusted, pulling her skirt downward to cover her exposed laps from the rest of the world.
There were cursing and anger among passengers. It took about an hour or so for few people to go back to sleep while the rest kept wake. The owner of the roving hand looked round to see if there was a curious eyes but there was non. His left hand seatmate was far asleep and snoring. He looked at his co-sailor and contemplated if he should resume his voyage or to call it a day. He decided to resume his exploration. The exploring ground was already full of expectation and water lodged.
Abigail's p.ssy was already wet and dripping. She have been wondering if the roving hand would resume or not and prayed it doesn't but then, the dripping c**t said otherwise. Within few minute of resting on the starting point, the hand pulled the skirt upward and went straight to the inner thigh, playing with bands of the panties. Abigail's knee was knocking and her legs was becoming weak. She opened her legs a little wider to give the roving hand allowance to pass through the side of her panties into her Jerusalem. The tightness of the panties and due to their seating position, it could only allow him locate her c**t and not beyond that. He tickled it for some minutes but that wasn't enough. He wanted more and so does she. Without any fear or concern, the roving hand went up to the band of the panties, signaling the intention of pulling it off, the owner understood and lifted her ass off the seat for it to pass through down her thigh. With the unconsenting consent of the owner, he took the panties off and put it in his pocket and resumed work immediately. His finger went straight to the v***a and the recipient opened her leg a little wider for it to pass through. It started thrusting in and out of the wet hole as her breath became heavy and laboured. She was tempted to moan out louder as the pleasure increased but she suppressed it and made do of her rapid breathing. The roving hand stopped after 45mins of exploration, opened his zipper, brought out his joystick, massaged it a little and emptied its liquid on the floor of the car. Both adjusted themselves as the journey to Calabar continue.
