Jicarilla Flats
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Chapter 19: Jicarilla Flats – Trouble In Paradise
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 19: Jicarilla Flats – Trouble In Paradise - A very lucky unlucky pilot finds his way into fortune from the wreckage of his downed aircraft. After returning to the civilized world from his nightmare away from home, his good fortune continues, and continues. Some want to stop him, and some want to seek revenge on his friends, but his good fortune holds. Follow Charlie in his adventures as he turns a valley into paradise and makes it his home.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Military Rags To Riches War Polygamy/Polyamory Slow
The flight back was only a bit more eventful than the trip out. Annalina spent quite a bit of time with Courtney. She was mostly trying to find out how badly she was hurt during the attack which only happened a couple of days before, but also to find out what her mental situation was. She’d heard, like the rest of the girls, when Courtney uttered, “I need you” and “I love you”. She knew I already had two women that were as much as wives, permanent loves, if you will.
She came up to the cockpit about an hour and a half out of Dulles and climbed into the right seat. “She fell in love with you in Hilton Head, Charlie. Laura called it. She apologizes for it, but between the two of them, Sylvia and Laura, they are trying to talk her down. Interestingly, Lori loves her, and really likes you, but ... Who knows? Courtney was hurt pretty badly, physically bruised, but the threats since then have her shaken up even worse. She told me you were the last man she made love to, and she thinks that’s what it was. She has it bad, Charlie. She loves Lori, too, but she’s not as much of a lesbian as her girlfriend is. I think maybe Lori might be an issue for you, too, but ... Sucks to be you, Mr. Compton.”
“I always thought a doctor would be more eloquent, Miss Chavez.”
“We can be, if the situation dictates, Charlie, but this is just plain ‘sucks to be you’ territory. I don’t even know if there is a Latin equivalent, medical or otherwise. ‘Male tibe est’ might work, but it’s probably the wrong context.” She giggled.
“Thank so much for that, Doctor Chavez.”
“Glad to be of assistance, Charlie. By the way, my last name is actually Longbow. Willie is my uncle. My father, Willie’s little brother, was killed in Iraq in 2004, so he’s kind of taken over the position. Papa, Arthur, is my mother’s father. I use their last name at times, but it’s all legal.” I nodded in understanding. “I’ll hang around for a bit when we get back to make sure she’s going to be all right, but I think what she really needs is a couple of hours in your lap and a big, long, tight hug. Very specifically from you.”
“Thanks, Annalina. I appreciate your help. Seriously. She’s probably still in shock.”
“I think so, too. Take us home, and I’ll help as much as I can.”
After I parked the plane on the ramp, preparing to put it in the hangar, the girls all disembarked, then were herded toward the lodge by my Sylvia. She looked over her shoulder, blew me a kiss, letting me know what she was doing. I waved her on, letting her know I agreed and to carry on. The best thing was to get Courtney, and Lori, for that matter, into a place where they felt safe and comfortable. The lodge would fit the bill.
With my chores done, plane refueled, windshield cleaned, and the hangar all closed up, I went into the lodge and was quickly herded, first toward the bathroom, then after relieving myself, back to the family room couch where a rocks glass was waiting for me as soon as I sat down. The next thing I received was a gorgeous little redhead with tears in her eyes. She was placed in my lap, pushed back against me, and told to, “Let go, Courney. Just let go.”
She did, and started bawling like she hadn’t done since we’d picked her up. She’d been holding it in, strapped down by shock, until now. Now, she could release the demons of the night, or more accurately the flashbacks of her run-in with the drug lord. This went on for about ten minutes, then she calmed a bit to where she was merely whimpering, then, miraculously, and thankfully, she fell asleep.
Lori walked us through the attack again, this time including more of the facts of the incident, helping us understand just how hard it was on the little girl. He was a big dude and was manhandling her. She evidently wasn’t quite as compliant as he thought she should be after being given the spiked drink, so he was pretty rough on her. Her bruises attest to just how badly she was treated. The pictures and video Lori was able to take while she was screaming for help were mighty convincing as well. The man had every intention of raping her, at a minimum. Lori felt sorry for just screaming and taking the pictures, but she probably did more for the police and the prosecution than any other input to the case.
Laura finally figured it was time to take her somewhere she could lay down and sleep, so as I held her, they pulled me up and walked me to the guestroom. I laid her down as carefully as I could, and did so successfully, since Lori was able to talk to her and hold her so that she never really woke up. We left them there, with some instructions for Lori to wake one of us if they needed anything, or just make herself at home if she wanted to. Lori kissed me goodnight, then got a hug from each of the other women, then climbed into bed with Courtney as we left the room.
Annalina said, “Can I wait until morning for a ride up the ridge, Charlie? I want a few more minutes with her when she wakes up, then I really should be getting back to the rez.”
Of course I said, “Yes”, then followed up with, “Please.” We needed her help much more than she needed ours, that was for sure.
She padded off to the far guest room, where she spent the previous night.
Laura and Sylvia each took one of my hands and walked me into our bedroom suite. The conversation was short and sweet.
“You have more girlfriends than you have ears, my dear.” That was Laura. She was almost giggling when she said it.
I looked at Sylvia.
“What she said,” the older girl lamented.
I thought seriously about Laura’s statement, even though it was said in jest. What would I do with three women? Sleep came quickly and easily with the girls wrapped around my chest and my legs.
I was up early making coffee when the two runaways approached me in the kitchen. Courtney came to me first, stopped short as I was pouring the water, then when I set the carafe down on the heater plate and flipped the water lid shut, she took the last step, wrapped her arms around my chest and kissed me right above my solar plexus. She wasn’t a big girl.
“I am so sorry for causing trouble, Charlie. I know you have a life, and it doesn’t include me, but you need to know just how much I appreciate what you have done here, and ... Please accept my thanks.”
“No problem, sweetheart.” She shivered. “Are you doing any better this morning?” She nodded. I kissed the top of her head and gave her a squeeze.
Lori walked up behind her and hugged her to me. “Charlie, would you believe me if I told you that my girlfriend can’t quit talking about you? That weekend in South Carolina had quite an impact on her. It did on me, too, but I didn’t fall as deeply in love with you as she did. I almost felt like I might lose her, but in some weird way, it wound up making us closer, having shared you like we did. I’ll admit, though, that I loved the time we spent together and wouldn’t have minded it happening again. That’s probably not in the cards anymore, though, since you have your life here with Laura, Sylvia, and Annalina.”