A Trip Abroad

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Sydney Renea Mkhize

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The rain hasn't stopped pouring in, it would give me problems with driving up to the cabin because the roads are wet. I arrived in the evening at Eastbay but stopped at home first. Richard is out of town to attend a vice chancellor’s conference in Johannesburg. Andy either has gone home or is sleeping but the house is clean and empty. I take a shower and change into lounge wear, I prepare a quick dinner and then take my car keys. I drove out of the estate and to Lisa’s complex.

I sent her a text that I'm outside the complex. I wait for 5 minutes before I see her holding an umbrella and walking out. I parked on the other side of the road and she had to cross to get to my car. I fight the urge to open my door and meet her halfway. Her braids are tied into a pony and she's wearing my hoodie with a pair of joggers and sneakers. She smiles as she notices I'm looking at her, I unlock her door and she gets in, closes the umbrella and shuts the door.

“Hey, Mama,” she says. My heart jumps in joy. I like it when she calls me that.

“Hey, sweet darling.”

My hand reaches over to caress her cheek. I pull her in and we share a brief kiss. Her lips are soft and tender.

“I missed you!” I exclaim.

“Shy, you were gone one day!”

“Well, It felt like a whole year. How was your day?”

I start the car and listen to her unpacking her day from waking up alone to her classes and also her friend group. She tells me of the break up with her girlfriend.

In all honesty, I didn't think their relationship was serious. I thought they were just friends. Even when she'd tell me of their struggles, I read it as something unserious. but it somehow makes me happy that she ended it.

My cell phone rings and it's Richard. I answer on the car bluetooth halting Lisa’s intriguing storytelling of her day.

“Hey,” I answered.

“Hey my love. Do you have the game day files with you? I seem to have misplaced them.”

“Not at home, no. But they are in my office on campus. Do you need them urgently?”

“Yes, love. They're important for my first meeting tomorrow. I'd like to sleep having gone over them,” he says, sounding stressed.

“Alright. I'm driving and not far from campus. I can fax or scan them to you. But call campus security and let them know that I'm heading there so they can disarm the building.”

“Oh! Thank you so much love. I'll call them immediately. But have you rested? Driving to and from Pretoria on the same day is tiring.”

“You can tell me about it. I can feel my body giving in.”

“Please rest. Let me call campus security and I'll send you the fax number of the hotel. Thank you dali!”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

I end the call and glance over to Lisa. She's quiet. I mean, she had to be but she's not meeting my eyes but looking down. My heart clenches in pain. I hate doing this to her but it's currently beyond my control.

The drive to campus is awfully silent. We get there and I ask her to walk in with me. She's hesitant at first but goes along with it. She shoves her hands in the pocket as we walk from my car to my office inside the English department. She's still not talking to me. I unlock the office and search for the files, I quickly find them.

She pulls a chair and sits down as I fax them to Richard. She looks around… she's been in my office before.

I walk to stand in front of her and remove the hoodie hat. I cup her face and tilt her head to face me. I notice the sadness in her eyes and I dip my head and pull her lips for a kiss. She quickly responds to it and I release a sigh of relief. I deepen the kiss that even when the fax machine tings I'm too into the kiss to respond to anything else. She pulls away and breathes heavily.

“We're in your office!” She warns.

“I know.”

“You can't… we can't… anybody could walk in!” She whispers.

“I can and we will. I don't care about people walking in darling. I missed you!”

I sit on her lap and she giggles. I shut her with another kiss as her hands sneak under my hoodie to stroke my tities. I moan lightly as she gently squeezes them and pulls my bottom lip with her teeth. It drives me insane when she does that and I moan again, loudly this time. She quickly pulls back and stares blankly at me.

“You're loud, Ma,” she warns.

My breath hitches and I turn to sit on top of her with my legs on either side.

“Tell me if I'm heavy!” I whisper with a smile. She shakes her head.

“Even if you were, I wouldn't tell you. I like having you like this.” Her hand moves to my lower back side and she caresses my butt and thighs. It excites me that I begin to grind on her slowly.

Our lips meet again. So tender and soft, it feels right. Like things should be. She moves down from my lips to my neck. She plants wet kisses and lightly bites, pretty sure she is leaving red marks to my Irish skin.

She unzips my hoodie and pulls down my vest to free my tities. My n*****s are hard and sensitive, she gladly sucks on them. I'm going crazy fighting the moans and the mad wetness happening in-between my thighs. I don't think I can hold myself anymore from her. I'm breathing heavily as she serves me pleasure without even taking off her clothes. Her fingers reach down my navel and into my pants. She lightly brushes on top of the lace underwear.

“You're dripping wet, Sydney!” She exclaims heavily.

“You caused that baby! It's all you.”

She moves under the lace panties and I make way for her as she touches my wet folds teasing me. She moves up and down and I attempt to glide as I can't hold the teasing anymore. She halts and moves them aside. I squirm and she pulls them out, stops to look at me with concern.

“Baby girl!” I cry.

“Someone's coming!”

“I don't care. Put that hand back where it was. Please.” I hump on her. She giggles and attempts to move me from her lap as she pulls my vest up to hide my tities.

“I'm serious!! Get off me!” She whispers giggly. My eyes get glossy from the frustration. I can hear footsteps coming our way.

The position I'm in is too fragile, I'm too turned on to move or do anything.

“Baby, put the hand back in. Rub it please. It'll take a full minute for the release… please mama!” I beg. I need to release hard. “You wouldn't like it if I turned you on and left.” I'm close to crying.

“Sydney, please be serious for a second. We can't be busted like this. This is a very compromising position we're in,” she says. Fear is heavy in her voice.

There's a knock on the door and I still haven't moved from her lap. She tries pushing me but I'm not budging.

“Yes!” I answer. She gives me a deadly look and shakes her head.

“Syd. Please…” she begs.

I move and she fixes herself as I pull my zip and head to the door. I open and it's the security. What a let down.

“Hello Ma'am, we wanted to check if everything is still well. The Vice Chancellor called and said he got the files but couldn't find you in your cell.

“Everything's well, we were just about to leave. I left my phone in the car and I think that's why.”

He nods.

“Okay ma'am. Thank you.”

I give him a nod and smile as he steps back and walks away speaking on the walkie talkie.

I leave the door open and pull the keys out.

“Let's go.”

I can feel the wetness terrorising me as I switch off the lights and lock. She shoves her hands back on her pockets and hides half her face with the hoodie hat. I place my hands on her lower back regardless. She gives me a deadly stare and I act like I didn't see her. It's 9pm at night, whoever sees it's their business. I will not hide her during the day and at night too.

We walk to the car and I get in the driver's seat.

“I'm sorry. I got scared,” she says in a low tone.

“It's okay, baby. Trust me, I understand.”

We drive with music playing in the car until we make it to the estate. I drive in and she's looking at me confused.

“This isn't the way to the Cabin, are we passing by somewhere again?”

“No sweet darling. You're coming home with me. You don't have any seminars or classes tomorrow right?”

I know she doesn't have anything. Her Tuesdays are always free, I want her to confirm.

“Nope, nothing.”

“Good then. You're sleeping in my bed tonight,” I tell her with a smile as I pull up in the driveway and inside the garage.

“Shy, wait… I can't go into your house!”

“Why not?”

“It's your house! A house you share with your husband! That's pretty f****d up!”

I take a deep breath. And get out of the car. She doesn't.

I walk to her side of the car, “It's two options darling. You walk in with your own legs or we share mine. I have no problems carrying you.”

She gets off and shoves her hands in her pocket again. “Now be a good girl and remove your hands from those pockets. And fix the attitude, young lady.”

She rolls her eyes and I hold her hand as we walk inside the house. Someone needs to learn manners.

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*Lisa Jonas*

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Stepping inside her house feels a bit different. Seeing the art on their walls and pictures on the mentel reminds me that this is something we shouldn't be doing. It is wrong on so many levels and my values are being compromised here. I don't think I'm comfortable.

She explains that they don't share bedrooms, after they began having partners out of the marriage they decided to have separate bedrooms for privacy purposes and also respect. She reveals that he sometimes joins her on her bed when he's having a bad day and needs to talk about something. She's constantly telling me that they are very good friends who got married and not necessarily romantic partners. Their love, according to her, is entirely platonic and different from what she and I share.

“I don't understand,”I confess as we enjoy the food she has prepared.

“It's not for you to understand. And I say that in the most respectful way but It is only Richard and I who understand how our marriage works. It's not something we have time to explain when we're in public too because people have a fixed mindset about marriage. That you need to be in love and romantic and all that. I mean, yes, that's one type of it. But there are other marriages. Some marry for convenience… Others marry for money, others marry for business and we'll — like in America, they marry to get citizenship. But all those marriages are valid and practise their own way of love and happiness which outside people won't understand even if they tried to.” She takes a sip from the rosé.

“I'm happy with the kind of marriage I chose. It worked well for me and still does. I think what matters is people going with what they wanna go with and being happy with it. When it comes to matters of the heart, don't listen to the outside. Listen to you and whether it is something that'll bring you completeness and love,” she says with a smile. I nod and we enjoy the dinner silently. I ask to shower and change while she does the dishes.

She directs me to her bedroom with an ensuite. I walk into her big shower and everything smells just like her. From the shampoo to the different shower gels, soaps and even her lotion. I leather myself in it and wear her t-shirt with pyjama bottoms.

She walks inside the bathroom and I hear the water running. she's probably doing her night routine.

I turn off the headlight and leave only the side lamp, her room smells like white sage. It's so herbaceous and healing. The king-sized holster bed fits perfectly with the brown and beige artsy aesthetic she has going on. There are bits of kiwi green present too but it's beautiful.

There's a lounge area near the window and a wall to wall colour coded bookshelf with fairy lights. I switch them on and they create beautiful lighting in the room. She has every kind of Novel you can ever think of. I mean, she is an English Lit Professor.

There's a framed photo that grabs my attention on the shelf. It's a picture of me smiling standing on the pulpit with her behind me and she's looking at me lovingly. A normal person would say it's just a teacher being proud of their student. I remember the day; It was a literary convention, we were hosting for the first time at EastBay university last semester.

I was asked to give a voice of welcome to the guests, I was so nervous she stood behind me as a way of calming my nerves. It's such a beautiful picture. I'm so intrigued by it that I don't notice when she walks out of the bathroom and hugs me from behind, planting soft kisses on my neck.

“You were so beautiful darling. And spoke so lovely. When the photographer caught the moment, I asked him to give it to me and not publish it. I paid big bucks for it. I should mention.

“It is beautiful,” I added.

Her kisses move down to my shoulder blades

“You must be exhausted,” I mentioned.

She releases a deep breath and I turn to face her. She has on her sleeping bonnet. The make-up free face, so pretty that I trace her smile lines with my thumb.

“You're too beautiful,” I whisper. She smiles brightly and pulls me closer to her.

“Oh well, thank you sweetheart. And yes, I am exhausted. But I have to take care of you first…” she comes in for a kiss. It's slow and passionate.

“I love your kisses,” she confesses.

I giggle in-between and then pull back. She exhales and then stretches her arms. The body is giving in to tiredness.

“Come on Mama,” I whisper, pulling her to the bed, “You need to rest.”

We both get into bed and she immediately pulls me to the middle and cuddles me. All of me. Locking me in as if I'm going to escape.

“Baby, the lights…” I remind her and she groans.

“I'll switch them off, don't worry,” I say.

She switches off her side lamp and I get up to turn off the fairy lights. I glance

at the picture once more and smile. I turn off my side lamp and by the time I climb back to bed she's snoring lightly. My baby's tired.

I leave some space between us and turn my back. It's to let her have some rest.

I pull my cell phone from the pedestal and send a text to the group asking how they are. Vic responds that they're sleeping over. I release a sigh of relief. I send them a goodnight text and switch off my phone.

I rest on my side and my mind slowly drifts off. But suddenly, Shy jolts up like a bolt of lightning and sighs heavily. She taps the bed until she reaches my waist and pulls me to her centre.

“Don't run away from me,” she whispers sleepily.

“I'm not,” I answer.

“I haven't forgotten what you did earlier.”

Oh yes! That was cruel. Denying her pleasure.

“I'm sorry baby.”

“I am so exhausted sweetheart. I need to rest. Come closer so we can sleep.”

“Baby we're already closer.”

“Mhh-hh...”

She places her leg between mine, she spoons me then kisses my cheek.

“I love you,” she whispers.

I love you too. But I don't say it to her. Not yet…

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