Chapter 13: Engaged

Josh kissed me awake the next morning. I blinked awake.

“No fair,” I said, “I have morning breath from the Mexican food I ate last night that would kill a dragon.”

He laughed and told me not to worry but that I should get up. “There’s some sort of crew in the kitchen and the aromas and making my mouth water.”

“I’m supposed to make your mouth water – not food!” I told him playfully.

He retorted, “Ah, but without food my ability to deliver pleasure to you will vanish. I’ll end as nothing but a shriveled pile of famished bones.”

I tugged on his cock, “Just keep this bone handy.”

He pulled away but grabbed my arms and gently pulled me to a vertical position. I gradually got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I came out, I asked Josh, “What are people wearing?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “It’s a come as you are breakfast.” He smiled lecherously at me. I floated into his arms and we kissed, my mouth at least tasting like peppermint toothpaste.

In the beautiful kitchen, Ray had mastered the coffee maker and seemed pleased to contribute some of the dark liquid to the cups at our places around the counter. Fiona had found containers of fruit and Stacy had found enough eggs and other fixings to wrestle up a Mexican omelet for us. All three were nude.

“You guys okay with what happened last night?” Fiona asked after we were seated and eating.

“Better than okay,” I told her. “It’s a night we’ll never forget.” I looked at Josh. “We both loved every second of it. We joined the ‘Sex on the Beach Club’ after you guys slipped away.” I grinned at Josh; he looked proud of himself.

Fiona turned to Ray and said, “Put that on our ‘to do’ list for later today.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“What is on your list? What can we do this morning before we have to leave?” I asked the group rhetorically.

Stacy chimed in, “I’d like to see the market. I hear there are all sorts of crafts and artwork there. I’d also like to walk around and take pictures in the marina. Would you guys like that ... or do you want something more physical?” She snickered at her last comment.

Josh answered for both of us, “We’re fine physically – for now. I need to rest – and I’d like to spend a little fun time – the non-sexual kind - down here with my girlfriend. I’ve never been here before. You guys are all insatiable – lovely but sexually ravenous. I opt for walking around the market and marina for us. I’d like to get airborne about noon. We’ll be flying into the clock.”

I nodded my agreement with Stacy and Josh.

“Okay, it’s decided,” Stacy announced. She looked at her lovers and added, “Of course, you two can stay here and consummate your marriage again if you want to.”

Ray and Fiona looked at each other then laughed. Fiona said with a tone of great reluctance, “No, we’ll come to the market.” She looked at Ray and added, “But we do have some serious fucking plans for later this afternoon.”

Less than an hour later Josh and I had packed our bags and had put them in the car. The five of us drove back to the main part of the small city and played tourist for the morning. In the market I bought some small trinkets for some of my co-workers and a couple of mementos for myself. My friends at work would wonder how I had managed to spend part of my weekend in Aspen and part of it in Puerto Vallarta.

Stacy took about a thousand pictures, particularly around the marina where she had us pose against the picturesque background. She got some passersby to take group photos of the five of us and I made her promise to e-mail them all to me. I wondered if the photos and couple of Mexican crafts I’d bought would be the only things left from this weekend.

Somehow the reality that this was my last day as a ’temporary girlfriend’ had started to hit home. I had a deep feeling of nostalgia and a growing pain in my gut; I didn’t want this time to end. I wasn’t sure what Josh thought but I wanted our newly formed relationship to continue. He’d said some encouraging things, but never anything that sounded like it lasted much beyond today or this weekend. While he’d professed he liked me and thought I fit into his unusual and highly sexed family, he’d also been remarkably silent about what would happen in our lives after this weekend.

We ate an early lunch at a seafood restaurant that overlooked the marina. After our meal, Ray drove us out to the airport. Four of us stood and talked while Josh paid for the plane’s overnight stay and fuel, checked weather, and filed our flight plan. A U.S. customs agent stationed at the airport came and checked our papers and the plane, allowing for our re-entry into the U.S. without needing to stop for a further customs check.

Amidst promises to visit each other either in Colorado or Boston soon, we all bid each other goodbye with a hail of kisses and bear hugs. I secretly wondered if I’d see any of them again. I sure was sighing a lot.

Josh and I climbed in the Cessna Citation jet, folded up the stairway and settled into the cockpit as the others walked across the tarmac to watch our takeoff.

Josh ran through several checklists and reminded me about safety exits and oxygen. He had me put my hand on the throttles as he advanced them and the plane started to move. He showed me how to steer the plane with my feet through the rudder pedals. We taxied to the end of the runway while Josh talked to ground control and got our clearance.

Josh explained, “We’re flying to Denver to refuel. I have to pick-up something there too – a family thing I forgot that Katelyn’s bringing to the airport for me. Pull back on the throttles just a little; keep your ground speed low as you taxi – this plane is heavy and builds up a lot of momentum.”

I nodded my acknowledgement but over-corrected by pulling the throttles back too far. Josh’s steady hand on mine easily corrected my mistake.

Near the runway end we stopped and ran through a couple of checklists. He had me read each item to him and then had me watch him check the item. Josh switched the radio over to the tower frequency and informed them we were ready to takeoff. The crisp voice from tower cleared us to the active runway for takeoff and told us to contact departure control on 126.25 Mhz after takeoff. I would have a lot to learn if I took up flying.

We took off towards the ocean and used about 4,800 feet of runway. Josh set our climb out at about 2,000 feet per minutes. We bid tower goodbye and switched to departure; they cleared us to flight level 410 and after a several minutes had us switch frequencies to the Mexicali enroute center.

Josh walked me through some of the instruments again and talked me through the entire flight, relating it back to his flight planning. He showed me some of the computer printouts he’d done at the Puerto Vallarta airport and explained each one including how to read the gibberish that turned out to be terminal weather reports along our route to Denver and then from there to Bedford, Massachusetts.

The time flew by and soon we’d started our descent. Josh explained we were flying into Centennial Airport, a general aviation airport fifteen miles southeast of downtown Denver. We’d refuel there, pick up the things Josh was expecting, and then fly on to Boston.

We started our descent over New Mexico and again I loved flying over the mountains. Josh pointed out Pike’s Peak and the Air Force Academy as we left the mountains for the foothills of the Rockies. Fifteen minutes later our tires squeaked loudly as the sleek jet set down on the long runway at Centennial Airport. We rolled out and taxied to one of the buildings for refueling and our stop. Josh shut down the jet’s engines and suddenly it was so quiet.

We got up from our seats and Josh opened the door to the plane, lowering its self-contained stairs in the process. As we descended, Katelyn appeared, running across the tarmac screaming her joy at seeing us both again. My surprise showed, no doubt because my mouth was a gaping void – yet again. This was unexpected.

I looked at Josh and he said tersely, “Katelyn brought the things I needed to pick up – family stuff. He noted a modest size box that he’d set down.”

We hugged and kissed. Carl sauntered towards us too at a more sedate pace than his wife accompanied by another couple. Lots of introductions were made of the new couple, Doug and Beth Wittman. Both were in their early thirties. Doug possessed an athletic body and had a deep tan suggesting he spent some time outside. Beth had short brunette hair and a shapely figure. She had what I call a ‘bubble ass’ – making that part of her anatomy one of her outstanding features and head turner. I kissed both of them too.

We walked to the terminal but stood outside in the afternoon sunshine as the jet got serviced on the ramp. After the fuel truck pulled away from the airplane Josh went inside and settled his fuel bill. He came back and did some checking inside and outside the aircraft, again using his high-powered flashlight. I asked Josh how much the refueling had cost and he told me about $4,500; I think my mouth fell open again.

We chattered at each other, reflected on the wedding and how nice the villa in Puerto Vallarta had been. Carl told me that he, Katelyn, Beth and Doug had stayed at the same villa a year earlier and had been able to recommend it to Ray and Fiona.

I grinned and asked Katelyn in a whisper, “Did you make love on the beach? You know, join the Beach Club?”

She grinned at me and said, “Yes. All four of us.” Then she whispered to me again, “We swapped several times down there. Isn’t it wonderful?”

I nodded enthusiastically. I could tell she had about a thousand questions about what had happened sexually during our overnight stay with the trio at their honeymoon villa. I pulled her aside and said, “We all made love to each other. I’ll never forget the past twenty-four hours. Fiona or Stacy can fill you in on the details but I can tell you we’re both temporarily fucked out. I don’t think we’ll try the Mile-High Club on this next flight.”

She laughed and we hugged.

Next I knew Josh started pulling me towards the airplane and we were waving goodbye again. “We’ll be back soon,” he told everyone.

All too soon we repeated the process of checklists, taxiing, takeoff and climb to altitude. With over a mile head start we were at our flight level sooner than when we took off at sea level. As we flew our flight plan route at 41,000 feet Josh pointed out that sunset on the ground occurred significantly earlier than it did for us at our altitude. Where there were no clouds I could see the shadows of sunset already lengthening on the ground.

Soon dusk reached even our altitude and in only a few minutes we were night flying. Josh pointed out the night-lights of Chicago then Detroit area, Cleveland, Buffalo and then we started our descent. We’d had a strong tailwind at altitude so had picked up almost an hour on our flight time, although it had been a bumpy flight. As we descended I thought I could see Boston from hundreds of miles away and it turned out I could. Further, at the same time I could see New York, Hartford, Albany, Providence and lots of other in between cities. Flying in the cockpit was so different from being in the back of the bus.