Chapter 9: Back to the Real World

Kim, June and I were up at five o’clock in the morning and scurrying around Kim’s house packing. Kim followed us to the rental car agency and we dropped the rental car off, pushing the keys through the mailbox slot as we’d arranged. She drove us to the local airport where there were lots of hugs and kisses, and a few minutes later June and I were airborne and headed north and climbing up to 7,000 MSL. I picked a higher altitude than normal to catch some favorable winds.

The flight to the Camp Forge airport from Chapel Hill took three hours and four minutes. We flew on an IFR flight plan since I felt that I got some preferential treatment going through the complex Washington terminal-controlled airspace. Traffic was heavy and we had to be alert. Further, there were airspace restrictions just about everywhere under the ‘inverted wedding cake’ that ATC vectors would help me avoid without other planning.

During the flight, I asked June more about her Circle of Love in between my brief conversations with air traffic control. I was pleased to find it had been going on for almost five years and was going strong. She said they were all devoted to each other and open minded about meeting other people where individual growth or a novel personal experience would result, particularly those that could be shared within the Circle.

I told June that as far as I was concerned, she could reveal anything she’d learned about Kim or me and our burgeoning relationship. I also asked for her continued guidance and encouragement of the relationship. During our flight, June also called ahead for her ride to work with her ‘housemate’. Because of the GPS, we had a pretty accurate estimate of our arrival time.

ATC did give me a few vectors and one altitude change through the Washington airspace, handed me off to Philadelphia Approach Control, who then let go direct to the Camp Forge airstrip. Given the reported winds on the AWOS, we made a long straight-in visual approach to Runway 31. That airport was very quiet.

We were on the ground within five minutes of my estimated enroute time. We taxied in and stopped and both got out and stretched our legs. June waved frantically at a woman she saw standing beside a car near the other end of the airfield’s parking lot. The woman got in and drove up to our plane.

“Ron,” June said, “I want you to meet Jan; Jan meet Ron. You two should kiss; you’re both my lovers.” She then went into a small fit of laughter at the expression on my face. Neither Jan nor I was intimidated by June’s introduction, thus we did move into an embrace and warmly kissed one another with relatively full body contact. Jan was a great kisser; I think she liked me, too. I certainly liked her. I had a ‘thing’ for good-looking women.

“I feel privileged to meet a member of June’s Circle, I’ve been learning more and more about it over the past two days.” I said hugging her.

Jan warmly smiled. “Well, it’s a great pleasure to meet Kim Winslow’s lover and more recently June Caldwell’s lover,” she said casting a humorous glance at June. “I assume from the happiness I see on both of your faces that the reunion went rather well over the weekend. June has kept us well informed over the past week or so about her plans to reunite you with her sister.”

“Oh, things went better than just all right!” I said animatedly. I patted my heart in a gesture indicating that my heart had been given away. They both smiled.

“I’m so glad,” Jan said as she hugged me again. “It would be ashamed to lose you from the extended family since, from what I hear, Kim and you are so philosophically aligned with the values and thinking we’ve embraced up north here with June and the rest of our family.”

I smiled and held her at arm’s length. “Well, June gave us an open invitation to visit with you. Kim and I want to talk to you about your relationships and how you’ve made them work so well and for so long. We’ll be working to get our schedules in synch so we can visit.”

While we’d been talking June had pulled her small suitcase and tote bag from the back seat of the plane and put them in Jan’s car. She returned to us. Turning to Jan, she said, “I hate to be a bore, but I should be at work like an hour ago.”

“Okay,” Jan said turning back to me, “We’ll have to continue this when you come up, and both you and Kim should consider this an official invitation from all five of us to come and stay as long and as often as you can. You should plan for at least a week, so you have full immersion into our lifestyle. We want to include you in our Circle in whatever way you are comfortable. We can have long discussions about the whys and wherefores of our lives. We’ve gotten pretty good at it by now with the few people that know about us. We don’t broadcast how we live, but we don’t hide it either.”

Jan and I kissed goodbye; she gave me a more passionate response than I expected. I was pleased; she was a very attractive woman who obviously knew where she wanted to be in life.

I turned to June to say goodbye. June threw herself into my arms almost knocking me off balance. We hugged tightly and then she gave me a deep French kiss and a bunch of smaller kisses all over my face. “Oh,” she said, “I love you almost as much as Kim does. I can’t wait for us to get back together again.” We kissed again and she whispered in my ear, “And I can’t wait to have your cock buried in my pussy again; I really liked that.” We parted and she had a big grin on her face. She pecked my lips once more and was gone. She’d given me a hard on.

The two women got in Jan’s car and pulled away from the plane. I waved goodbye and then got back in the plane. About an hour-and-a-half later, after refueling and then following a circuitous path through the Washington airspace, I landed at Washington Executive Airport and taxied to my home hanger.

I had to spend two days and an evening doing some on-site client work and collecting a bunch of stuff from my condominium, including my laptop and then I’d go back Tuesday evening or Wednesday morning to Kim’s home. Kim had said she wanted to talk to me about parts of her business and some strategic moves she was facing. I said I’d be glad to help.

An hour after I landed and hangered my plane, I was in my condo at the Watergate; and an hour after that I was in a conference room at the Department of Energy giving an impromptu briefing about the financial stability of the companies in the geothermal segment of the industry. I spent the day with them; after all, they were paying clients. I wondered if they noticed how happy I was versus when I’d seen them a week earlier.

As I left DOE’s offices on Independence Avenue, I pulled my cell phone out and called Kim’s office. Her secretary answered and asked who was calling, I gave my name. This time I felt like I’d announced she was sweepstakes winner; I heard a little squeak of joy and then she said enthusiastically, “Oooooh, hold on a minute, please. She’s in a meeting but I know she wants to talk to you.”

In less than a minute Kim was on the phone. I said, “This is some guy you met in Orlando a few months ago. I want to tell you that I am truly, deeply, madly, irrevocably, sincerely, and all the other positive adverbs you can think of, in love with you. I hope you’ve felt my heart sending you messages of love all day long.”

“Oh yes,” Kim said with glee in her voice. “I’ve missed you, too, and I love you back heaps and tons. Where are you now.”

I explained about my meetings at DOE and my solo dinner plans. I also briefly told her about meeting Jan. Apparently Kim had met Jan several times on visits and such. She had a high opinion of her and her professional capabilities. We agreed we’d talk later in the evening. Since Kim was running a crazy meeting schedule that afternoon I suggested she call me when she got home. She said she would.

I headed back to my condo from DOE thinking that I had nothing serious to eat at home. I headed into Fresco’s Gourmet Italian at the Watergate, having a couple of glasses of wine and some clams linguini at the bar. Both were wonderful. I headed up to my condo after dinner.

My cell phone rang about nine o’clock. I picked up and said, “Hi, Darling.”

“Oh, you sweet talking guy, you!” Kim uttered in a fake southern accent. “This is your phone sex call of the evening. I think you ordered something like this earlier on our ‘1-900’ line.”

“Yes,” I said, “I guess I did. I’m starved for sex. How was your day other than all the phone sex calls you’ve made?”

“Business before sex unfortunately. I did a small deal today; I bought another company that’s been able to up the efficiency of their solar cells by ten percent by using a rare earth element as a catalyst in their crystallization process. They also do geothermal energy generation. Want me to go on?”