Temporary Girlfriend
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 24: The Challenge of Flight
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 24: The Challenge of Flight - A chance meeting between Josh and Megan leads a day later to pleading with her to become his ‘’temporary’ girlfriend and rescue him from becoming the butt of his family’s ire. Megan agrees. The family fully embraces her, and despite the ‘temporary’ label, they eventually wed and have their own sexual honeymoon with friends, involving her sister and others, living in a loving, polyamorous setting.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
“November One Bravo Foxtrot descend and maintain one-six-thousand.”
My voice rang out clear and strong as I replied to Kansas City Center, “One Bravo Foxtrot out of Flight Level two-four-zero for one-six-thousand.”
“Nicely done, Megan. Now, what would you do with an engine fire on descent?” Greg asked.
Greg was my flight instructor at the Cessna Flight Center where I’d been in the process of learning about the Cessna Citation. I’d flown in this aircraft many times before and even joined the Mile-High Club in it. Now I’d been getting a ‘type’ certification for this particularly high-performance aircraft added to my ‘ticket’. A ‘ticket’ is pilot slang for their FAA pilot’s license and all the extra ratings they’ve gotten. I now had a bunch listed: ‘Airplane Single and Multi-Engine Land; Instrument Airplane’.
The jump from small single-engine propeller planes to the jet was huge. Everything was different, so I’d spent most of the past three months studying everything all over again. A month before all that, I’d spent ten days of intense study AND flying at a school in Florida getting my commercial-instrument and multi-engine ratings. I had to take a flight test for each of those, although I combined the first two ratings in one program. I also did the written tests there. After completing my training on the Cessna Citation I would take a check ride with a senior instructor and get signed off for the sophisticated jet.
Greg, one of my flight instructors on the Citation and the one riding in the co-pilot’s seat today, continued to look at me expectantly after he’d posed the question.
I started to crisply reply from memory the checklist items I’d memorized, “Announce engine fire to crew and passengers; identify defective engine,” I pointed to the engine instrument cluster in the center of the panel and overhead identifying how I’d ensure I knew which engine had the problem, “shut down defective engine; discharge fire retardant system for that engine; pull written checklist that includes the following key items: identify nearest suitable airport; declare emergency and advise ATC; begin emergency descent;...” I continued.
Greg took notes as I talked. In the meantime the sleek ten-passenger jet descended with all engines intact at normal speed towards one-six-thousand feet.
I’d managed to draw Greg Bellsen as one of my instructors the month before and sometimes his also hunky sidekick Dave Lafontaine. Like my boyfriend, both guys were ‘easy on the eyes’. They had square-jaws, trim weight, muscular arms and tight buns as displayed by the tight dark slacks they usually wore. I noticed things like that – including the occasional bulge they got in the ‘right’ place, hopefully because they wanted a piece of me.
The jet I flew belonged to the Bannock Foundation – a charitable and philanthropic organization my boyfriend-fiancée, Josh, headed and ran. Josh wanted me to be fully qualified on the jet so we could fly together to Europe and beyond in a few months on the Foundation’s business and a bit of holiday – even an extension of our honeymoon after we got married.
Josh and I were to be married in Andover, Massachusetts, in mid-May in the chapel at Phillips Academy. Josh had gone to school there before college and my family loved the idea of our marriage occurring on the picturesque campus. Except for a few final details my wedding had been mostly planned by two of my lovers – Katelyn and Fiona. They also happened to be Josh’s sisters, and the objects of his affection as well. We shared a lot, including both his sisters – and their husbands – and their friends – and in one case the sister’s wife from their marital ménage-á-trois.
Josh and I met ten months earlier at a Starbucks near our respective jobs. The next day he asked me to be his ’temporary girlfriend’. A week later, after learning of our shared philosophy about love, life and body-mind-spirit, he asked me to marry him. I accepted; however, I chose to retain the title of ’temporary girlfriend’ since I liked it’s catchy sound. It also inspired discussion when I used it to refer to myself or my relationship to Josh and usually ended with a renewed affirmation of his love for me – something I never got tired of hearing, Truth be told, I was NOT temporary any longer and hadn’t been since we got engaged. Of course, I also used the term fiancée.
“One Bravo Foxtrot turn right to one-six-zero degrees, descend to fiver-thousand. Contact Approach on one-two-four-decimal-five,” the radio requested in my headset.
“Kansas City, One Bravo Foxtrot is through one-six-thousand to fiver thousand turning to one-six-zero for the heading and over to Approach on twenty-four-five,” I replied to ATC. I checked in with Approach.
Greg said, “Your radio work is flawless, Megan. Now, tell me the key speeds for this aircraft in its landing configuration?”
I replied, “There are many of them. V-LE is the maximum landing gear extended speed or a hundred-ninety knots; V-MC the minimum control speed with critical engine inoperative speed – about ninety-five; V-REF the landing reference speed or, today, one-hundred-twenty-one knots;...” I thought of about a dozen more key speeds and told him.
Greg smiled at me. I’d caught him glancing at my legs, however. I’d chosen to wear a somewhat short skirt for my more recent flights and training sessions, in part because I know I have good-looking legs and I wanted to tease Greg or Dave a little. Usually as soon as I got situated in the plane and my seat adjusted, I’d hiked my skirt up a few inches over my knees as though that gave me some extra flexibility for steering or rudder control. The last two days I’d been able to reveal my shapely thighs right up to my lacy underwear by careful adjustment of how I sat.
I’d also given up wearing a bra during my lessons. I wanted my instructors to see the excitement I felt during various parts of our lessons, particularly when our hands touched over the controls in some way. Usually, my ‘headlights’ were on.
The radio came alive again and Wichita Approach Control came on, “One Bravo Foxtrot descend and maintain 3,000 feet; cleared for the ILS Runway One Right approach.” I repeated the clearance back to ATC and woke-up the iPad attached to the yoke with the Jeppesen approach plate visible. I’d flown the approach twice before this week so expected no surprises. Within reach, I also had a paper copy of the approach plate.
I lost the excess altitude and made a smooth intercept of the inbound course on the ILS – the instrument landing system. I’d successfully added flaps at all the right parts of our descent, and now, just as we started to capture the glide slope and neared the outer marker, I lowered the gear and re-trimmed the aircraft. I could have had the autopilot handle the flying duties; however, Greg and David were having me handle every maneuver and adjustment manually since that is what the more senior instructor would do in my check ride.
A few minutes later the beautiful jet dropped below the cloud deck and set down flawlessly on the Wichita runway. Tower handed me off to ground control and we taxied in and stopped at the Flight Safety Cessna Training Center.
Greg watched me go through the shutdown checklist, verbally calling off each item from memory. I was also using the laminated list just to be sure I didn’t skip anything.
“Who taught you to do your checklists verbally?” he asked.
“Josh and the airplane itself,” I replied. Greg knew Josh from some training he’d taken there a couple of years earlier in the same airplane. Josh had taken a refresher from Greg for two days while I’d been working on my multi-engine rating in a rented Cessna 421. He also knew that Josh had coached me in various aspects of the large jet over the past half-year as we flew in it week after week. He could see the many entries in my logbook.
As for the airplane, it normally ‘announced’ key checklist points as it sensed that portion of the flight. Josh had added additional items to the laminated checklist beyond what the airport ‘spoke’. Thus, we often turned down the volume on the plane’s read outs.
“He’s passing along very good habits,” Greg said. “People tend to skip items more when they go through a checklist silently. Your saying thing verbally and touching the item is excellent.”