The airplane rumbled again and gave everyone the feeling that the plane had dropped a story or two. In reality, the small jet had dropped only several feet, but this fact would do little to calm the passengers.
Jeffrey held tight to the book in his lap. He had been reading it whenever the plane would stop shaking for a few seconds, but he gave this charade up. He couldn't ignore the violent shaking of the plane, so he might as well stop trying.
Next to him, his mother was still attempting to ignore it all. She closed her eyes as if asleep, but Jeffrey was sure there was not a person on this plane that was asleep at the moment. His father, on the other side of his mother, looked out the window in concern. What his father was looking for, Jeffrey didn't know. For the past couple of hours, there had been nothing outside the plane except for clouds and darkness.
"Attention, this is your captain speaking," said the pilot over the intercom. "I want to remind everyone to stay calm and keep their seatbelts fastened. We are temporarily experiencing a bit of turbulence due to the storm, but if you hold on we will pass through this shortly."
As soon as the captain had finished his speech to the passengers, the plane rumbled and dropped again. There were some cries as everyone aboard Flight 933B rose in his or her seat and fell back down again. Jeffrey squirmed in his seat. He was not afraid of flying ordinarily, but this constant turbulence was making him quite scared. Half an hour ago, he was tempted to make a joke about a gremlin on the wing of the plane but now he was prepared accept that as an actual possibility. He supposed if there had been something on the wing, his father would have seen it, due to his dad's unbroken staring out the window.
There was a flash of light and the plane shook and dropped again, this time rolling slightly to the left. The passengers cried out again and Jeffrey, holding tight to his armrests, involuntarily muttered, "Shit!" His mother opened her eyes, surprised at his language, despite the appropriate situation. The plane eventually righted itself and the passengers became calm again, though there seemed to be a steady nonviolent rumbling now.
A few more minutes passed before the captain turned on the intercom back on. "This is the captain," the captain spoke. There was a long pause before he continued in a grave tone. "...About ten minutes ago lightning took out the right outer engine. Just a few moments ago, we lost our right inner engine along with half of our controls. If we attempt to land now, the plane will lose balance and fall vertically without any hope of us righting the plane again. So... I regret to inform you that this plane will not be landing in Minneapolis, or at all, for that matter." There were several gasps and murmurings of "Oh my God." A few began to weep.
"The other pilots and I will attempt to keep the plane in the air as long as possible. We estimate we have less than fifteen minutes before a pocket of turbulent air rotates the plane to a position that cannot be corrected, at which point the plane will begin its inevitable descent to the ground.
"If you are religious, now is the time to pray. If not, now is the time to start. It has been a pleasure serving you, the passengers of 933B."
Jeffrey's eyes opened wide in shock. He looked around at the frightened faces around him. He couldn't believe this was happening. He looked over to his parents next to him, who were holding each other. A couple of flight attendants tried to calm an unruly passenger.
This was it? This was how he was going to die? Jeffrey knew that not everyone died surrounded by family at age 95, but he hoped that he would at least get something better than this. The plane shook again.
Fuck, this was happening and he wasn't even supposed to be here. But no, his mother just had to encourage him to go. Even before they left Minneapolis, Jeffrey knew he would regret this trip. He looked at her bitterly out of the corner of his eyes.
He sighed. This wasn't her fault. This wasn't anyone's fault. He looked around at the people around him. All of them were going to die today. They were living corpses. He sank back into his seat, and tried to find a happy memory to fixate on for the next twenty minutes or so. He eventually thought about his most recent ex-girlfriend and all the things they did together.
He sat up. He wasn't going to sit here and die like this. He still had some time left; he had to make the best of it. He unbuckled his belt and stood up.
"Where are you going?" his father asked.
Jeffrey didn't respond. He took a breath and braced himself for what he was going to say. Something, at any other time in his life, he would never have even considered saying.
"Excuse me," he spoke loudly to the other passengers. Some looked in his direction. "Excuse me, I was just wondering if any women... would like one last go?" By the looks on people's faces, he was obviously being too vague. "Sex. Would any women like to have sex for the last time?"
"Jeffrey!" his mother exclaimed. He ignored her and continued waiting for a response. Several people turned to their partners sitting next to them, given sudden sexual inspiration. One couple stood and headed for the bathroom for privacy. He looked around anxiously for any response. "Jeffrey, sit down!" his mother pleaded. His father tried to calm her.
"Sir," a flight attendant said calmly.
"Just a moment," he said, looking at a brunette who stood up. He frowned when a man stood up after her and they went to find a bathroom.
"No, sir, I..." He looked at the stewardess in front of him. She was young a young redhead, blushing at what she wanted to say to him. Her nametag read "Penelope". "I don't know if..." He smiled. She finally looked him in the eye. "I don't want to die a virgin." Her eyes drifted away in his silence.
He grabbed her hand, holding it softly, then leaned forward and kissed her. "Thank you," he said to her. He looked over at his mother. Jeffrey's father was passionately kissing his mother, something that would have disgusted him on any other day. Good for them, he thought.
"Are there any bathrooms left?" he asked. She looked back to the last bathroom, which two men promptly entered and shut the door.
"C'mon, there's a place in the back." Holding his hand, Penelope took Jeffrey behind a curtain to where the flight attendants kept in-flight meals and drinks. Upon first inspection, it seemed to have barely enough room for two people to stand, but there was a counter above the drinks that extended back three or four feet. Apparently Penelope thought it could function as a bed. Jeffrey was skeptical. It was not so much of a table in a small closet as it was a deep shelf. But it would do.
Penelope stood against the edge of the shelf and Jeffrey hooked his thumbs in his pockets and looked back at his last lay. She was utterly beautiful. Flowing bright red hair, hundreds of freckles fanning out from her nose, and solemn green-grey eyes. They smiled at each other.
"I'm Jeffrey, by the way," Jeffrey suddenly said.
"Penelope," she introduced herself.
"Are... are you really a virgin?" He added, "Not that it matters."
"Yeah."
"I never would have thought someone as beautiful as you would still be a virgin."
She blushed. "Well, I've been saving myself. For when the time was right."
Just then, the plane rumbled and dropped and the passengers cried out. Jeffrey almost lost his balance. He muttered, "No time like the present," and kissed her. He reached under her skirt, feeling for the top of her pantyhose.
"Wait," she said. He stopped.
"I don't want to rush you, but-"
"No, there's a zipper in the back," she pointed out, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her feet.
"Oh." He continued kissing her and both of them grabbed at her hose and panties to pull them down. When her hose reached her calves, Jeffrey stepped back to take in the view. She was still wearing her blouse and jacket, clothed but for her naked pelvis, which was covered in red-orange hairs. Beautiful.
Jeffrey dropped his pants, his dick standing at attention. She leaned back into the shelf, spreading her legs. He placed his dick at the entry of her hole and looked into her eyes. The eyes looked back at him expectantly. The rumbling of the plane seemed to disappear as he pushed himself into the warm folds of her vagina. He could hear her shallow breathing.
"Does it feel okay?"
"It feels good."
"Good." He kissed her deeply, one hand stroking her thighs and another holding her face. She held onto his back, taking him in. She cried out an "Oh!" as he pushed all the way in.
Jeffrey hardened in her tight pussy. The walls of her cunt seemed to grip his dick, reluctant to let him withdraw. But he had to withdraw so that he could push himself in again. Jeffrey gave her pussy one pump. Then he humped her mound again. He slowly began to fuck her. It wasn't the most comfortable sex, but it would do.
Jeffrey heard a shout, and realized it was probably the couple in the bathroom a few feet away, engaged in the same activity.
There were different screams as the plane dropped again. Only, this time it didn't stop.
Jeffrey and Penelope froze as they rose into the air. Eventually the plane stopped dropping and Penelope's back slammed back down into the shelf with Jeffrey on top of her. Jeffrey didn't still didn't move, afraid the airplane would move again.
"Please don't stop," she pleaded. Jeffrey's mind stopped wandering and he started to fuck her again. She surprised him by wet getting wet shortly after he began again. "Oh yeah," she moaned. He grabbed on her tight ass, pounding away. The plane jumped again, but he didn't stop. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." she moaned, her pitch increasing with the juices flowing in her pussy. Jeffrey had been feeling her tits through her jacket but she brushed his hand aside, unbuttoned her jacket and ripped open her blouse. He grinned in surprise. He hadn't known a virgin to act like this.
Penelope was having trouble getting her bra off, so Jeffrey reached behind her and unclasped the back of the bra. She flung it away and grabbed onto her nipples. Jeffrey molested her breasts and she turned beet red and shut her eyes tight.
"Ohhh, God! Jeff! I'm, I'm-" She didn't complete her sentence, but instead screamed in ecstasy, pussy juices running down her thighs. She opened her eyes. Somehow, she seemed to be looking at Jeffrey differently. She leaned upwards and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He frenched her back, feeling close. He took her right breast into his mouth, gnawing her nipple tenderly. Her skin tasted wonderful. A feeling of tingling pleasure built up in his prostate.
The plane dropped again, leaning to the side, and Penelope and Jeffrey were slammed against the wall. Empty soda cans and napkins flew around the couple. The plane didn't stop falling, but Jeffrey didn't stop fucking either. With his back to the wall, he held her close and pumped his dick in and out of her.
"Yeah!" he screamed, finally cumming. "Yeah! Yeaaaaaah!" He kept humping her, milking the orgasm. She kissed him all over his face until he stopped and lay against the wall of the airplane. They shouted as the plane flipped and eventually righted itself. The plane shook ferociously and the engines roared loudly.
"Thank you," she said to him, his dick still inside her. He smiled.
"I love you." He surprised himself with his words. It just came out. But it felt good to say. "I love you, Penelope."
"I love you, Jeffrey," she said back. When the plane slowly rotated onto its back, Jeffrey slid onto the ceiling with Penelope on top of him. Somehow they both knew this was it. They looked at each other, and Penelope, finally unable to restrain her emotions, began to sob, tears streaming down her face. She put her face into Jeffrey's shoulder and he held her as tightly as he could, as if he would protect her from the approaching collision with the ground.
"It's okay," he said to her, his last words before the jet rocked violently, an explosion ripped through the cabin and Flight 933B reached its final destination.