The Songbird
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 1
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In need of a ride back to her hometown, a songbird reaches out and finds not only a ride, but a really nice man, and then a bit later, a love so strong it withstands the tests of time and addition, or multiplication, or... Anyway, Charlie was able to help, so he did, then the songbird filled his life with music, and love, and… Let’s just say she added ‘lots of love’. He was introduced to the music world, complete with singers and a lot of the people that made the singers keep singing.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic BiSexual Fiction Polygamy/Polyamory
I was preparing paperwork for my flight home when the FBO terminal manager asked if that was, in fact, where I was headed.
“Yeah, Fred. I just closed a contract with some of the big guys up on the hill and I’m needing to get homely and get started on it.” Fred chuckled at my remark. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, Mr. Connor, there is a lovely lady over there in the waiting room that told me if I could find her a ride to Nashville, she’d give me a grand and give the ride five.”
“She sounds desperate.”
“Desperate and rich. She can afford that and more. Any chance you might want to intervene?”
“For you, Fred? Sure. Have her stop over when she’s ready.” He nodded and walked over toward his desk and the waiting room entrance.
I finished my paperwork and noticing movement close to me, looked over my shoulder, and ... There was this girl. I turned and looked right into the eyes of an angel. Jesus Christ, excuse me, Lord, she was beautiful! I did my best to greet her without stumbling over my tongue. “Hi. Ch ... Charles. Charlie. Connor. Uhmm, I’m Charlie Connor. I heard you were looking for a ride.” I held my hand out to her. She took it, lightly, in a feminine way, grasping more than shaking it.
“Yes, Mr. Connor, I’m looking for a ride to Nashville. My label’s plane was supposed to take me, but it seems to be broken, and I have a family thing. I really need to get home right away.”
“Okay, then, and please call me Charlie. Just Charlie, for now. You aren’t looking anymore. I’m headed that way in about ten minutes, and you’re welcome to join me. Your offer was quite generous, by the way. Fred will be happy.” I chuckled at the thought.
“Won’t you?”
“Sure. Give my part to Fred, too, and have him put it on my account.”
“Okay.” She looked surprised that amount of money didn’t mean all that much, or at least that I didn’t give the expected reaction, then asked, “I take it you are in and out of here often?”
“Quite often. A lot of my business contacts have offices and plants in this area. Can I have a name for my logbook?”
“Oh, you don’t know me?”
“No, I’m sorry. Should I?”
“Most people do. I think I’m glad you don’t. I would be Alicia Broderick.”
“Name sounds familiar.”
“Well, goodie, then.” She had a happy grin on her beautiful face. She must be happy about the fact that I couldn’t place her. “I’ll be right back.”
She went over to Fred, and as I watched them talk, quite animatedly for a couple of minutes, they looked over at me and Fred smiled and shrugged. She grinned and had him run her card, then he handed her a small piece of paper.
As she walked back over to me, I studied her a bit better, a bit more closely, and then it struck me that maybe I’d seen her face before, but I just couldn’t place it.
“Mr. Connor...” I interrupted her with my hand, palm toward her. “Charlie. Sorry. I’m ready if you are. I have these two bags and my purse, and that’s it. The bus has the rest of my gear, and I won’t need it anyway. I just need to get home. I’ll catch up with them later.”
“Oh, you have a bus?”
“Most touring musicians do. You really don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Like I said, the name sounds familiar, but no, I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Do you know who Taylor Swift or Holly Fields are?”
“Sure.”
“Have you ever met them?”
“No, not personally.”
“OK. You have now met me personally. In person, I mean, and when someone mentions me, you can always say, ‘Yeah, I know her. I gave her a ride home one day’.”
“I’ll bet you’re famous, then.”
“God, I hope so, or I’ve been working way too hard for way too long and not getting anything out of it.”
“Singer?”
“Mostly, but I have a guitar on stage once in a while and sit with a keyboard or piano now and again.”
“Well, I’ll be!” I exclaimed a bit loudly, then walked her out to the plane pulling one of her bags, her pulling the other. Mine were already on board. I took a second, or third, closer glance at her attire. She was wearing a cute little angora sweater that fit her like a second skin but didn’t reach all the way down to her faded jeans, and she was strutting in some gorgeous high heeled sandals. Very nice-looking woman, to be blunt. She had a cute, taut, little tummy. She had a nice tan, too. “I’m in the company of a music star, I’ll bet. Sounds like it, anyway.”
“Like I said, Charlie, I hope so. I’m trying hard enough. What kind of music do you like?”
“It depends. Female pop rock, a little country, some classical, and some indie, but mostly the first one,” I told her, trying to remember the songs I like.
“You’ve probably heard me then. Pop rock and some crossover, a few duets with some country biggies. I’ve worked with Holly, Lucas Paylor, and Len Bryce and a couple of others. I’ve had a ball doing it and hope to continue for a while.”
“Maybe I have heard you. Let’s get ourselves on the way home and you can help me find some songs to see if anything rings a bell.”
“Charlie, I really do appreciate this. The alternatives were looking pretty dim.”
“Think nothing of it. I’m sure you’ll be better company than I am.” I smiled at her, and when she got the insinuation, she giggled.
“I’ll do my best.”
I had her sit in the first seat in the cabin and stay put until I got done with the preflight. She had her phone out and was tapping on it like a typewriter in the hands of a wonder secretary. When I finished and came back, I handed her up and motioned her up to the co-pilot’s seat.
“Are you sure? I won’t hurt anything, will I?”
“I hope not, but I’m sure you won’t. It’ll be easier to talk to you this way, anyway, so it’s best. Do you have any of your music on your phone?” She nodded. “Good. I’ll have you plug it in or Bluetooth it into the plane and you can play some to see if I remember any of it. I hope I do.”
Once we were both seated and I started the run-up checklist, I had her put on the headphones and listen to everything going on. I made sure she could hear me talking and just told her to listen and if she had any questions to wait until we were airborne, and I’d take care of them. She nodded.
The best feeling in the world, getting up to rotation speed and pulling back on the yoke, got me again, and my smile filled the cabin.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you,” she asked.
“I always do, Alicia. Every time. I always have. I’ve been doing it since I was about fifteen and it never gets old. My father and mother gave me the gift of flight. The most amazing thing one can experience, in my opinion. There are other good things that come to mind, but this is my favorite.”
“Interesting.”
I spent some time talking to traffic control, then asked her, “Any questions?”
“No, not really, but it looks really complicated. You normally do this alone, don’t you?” I nodded then she continued. “Probably less distraction that way. I hope I didn’t cause any problems during the takeoff thing.”
“You were great and did exactly as I asked of you. A real pro. Any time you need a ride and see me hanging around, holler and I’ll help you out. I may not even let you pay next time. You, little lady, don’t weigh enough to make a difference in my flight costs.”
“WHUP, there he goes. The sexual innuendos and comments start now!” She started laughing.
I gave her a cheesy grin, then backed it off to a sincere smile. “You are petite, cute, beautiful, and pretty. Let me just get all that out of the way. Your hair is amazingly gorgeous as well.” Her hair could only be described as teak or mahogany. It was brown, yes, but it had more red tones in it than could be ignored. It was quite stunning, especially with her bright green eyes. She was a very pretty girl.
“Thank you. I was kidding about the size thing, and not digging for compliments, but a girl can’t hear them too often from the right people.”
“How am I the right people, Alicia? I’m a total stranger.”
“You are more than that. You know, when I offered the money for the ride, I didn’t realize it was your plane, too. That terminal supervisor back there spoke very highly of you. You are young, not too hard to look at, speak politely to others, haven’t said anything too awfully stupid, yet, and seem quite intelligent. I think that’s a good start.”
“Thank you, but you have caught me at a time when I am not only star struck, or stricken, or whatever, but between relationships, happy with a new business deal, and not doing very well on my part to keep from bringing the male population down in your eyes. I can do better, trust me.”
“This was a business trip, then? I’m just trying to speculate here and help kill an hour or two.” She giggled. She had a really adorable giggle.
“Do you like Mexican food?”
“Non sequitur? Yes. Yes, I do.”
“It was a business trip.” I changed the subject and did so very much on purpose. I had been checking out her hand and didn’t see a ring. I was a good person, in my humble opinion, but I was human. If this woman showed an interest in an old man, older than she thought, anyway, I was going to ask her out. “I landed a very lucrative contract with a major aerospace firm to build something, or rather several somethings, for them and make a poopload of money.”
“A whole poopload? Goodie for you. That sounds fun.”
“It should be,” I told her. “I have to share the wealth, since there are laws about paying people who help you do stuff, but I keep all that to a minimum and offer porridge and celery, just to keep them alive, mind you, and keep all the profits for myself. After all, that’s the manly thing to do, right?”
She giggled again and shook her head. “I’ll bet your secretary makes more than mine.”
“I don’t have one,” I told her.
“That’s worse. I’ll bet your personal assistant makes more than mine.”
“Try me.”
Alicia looked up at the ceiling of the plane, moved her fingers around as if to tally some numbers, and finally said, “Seventy-six, but she pays for nothing on the road.”
“Close. Mine just hit eighty, and likewise, she pays for nothing, but isn’t traveling with me anymore and won’t again, I’m afraid.”
“Did she get tired of your harassment and innuendos, Charlie?” She laughed a bit.
“No, Alicia. She got tired of saying ‘no’ to her fiancé, got married, and started having children. I won’t ask her to travel anymore. She’s just as good at home and the office as she is with me, what with electronics and the web and all that rot. I haven’t missed a meeting in over a year, and she has been telling me it’s not just luck.”
“Nothing like person to person, but I could see how that might work. I have staff working from home as well. Cindy does more than keep appointments and such, though. Sometimes she just keeps me company, and that is really important.”
“I agree, Alicia. Melissa and I were, no make that are, not only employer and employee, coworkers, and also very good friends, but never closer than that. More than just an employee, though, that is certain. She’s been in love with her high school sweetie forever, and I wouldn’t even consider touching that, but there were times when I bounced ideas off her and she helped tremendously. For a person with no engineering background, she sure had a knack for hearing something that wouldn’t work and letting me know it. How she did it is a mystery, but she once said, ‘Boss, that doesn’t sound right for some reason.’ It wasn’t, and looking into it on her notion saved us a lot of time and money. For her it was a hunch. By the way, because of things like that, if she wants to work from her bathtub, I’ll buy her a waterproof computer.”
Alicia laughed heartily. “Sounds like quite a woman, Charlie. You’re lucky to have her around. I’m sure her husband feels the same way, too.”
We flew in silence for a bit, then when some voice traffic had come over the headphones and was answered and gone, she asked me, “Mexican?”
“Yeah, I tried to sneak that in there. I’m a guy. I thought maybe I could have company for dinner.”
“Yes, but then I need to get home. My brother is coming home from overseas tomorrow, and I absolutely, positively, need to be there tonight to help get things ready.”
“No problem. I’ll take care of it.”
She asked me about my company, the things we did, and why I was in Colorado, and I tried to explain as best I could without letting any cats out of any bags.
“I build electronic boxes for the military. They do all kinds of things with them, but it keeps us in porridge, celery, and water for the peons.” She giggled. “The division of the corporation I was dealing with was there in the Springs and I had to show them what I was able to do for them. Seems like they were impressed, so if I do what I said I can do, I’ll make some money doing it, hence, more porridge.”
“Stop with the porridge, Charlie. If your PA makes eighty, your people aren’t starving. Believe it or not, the average salary for a good PA in a mid-sized company is less than either of us pay. We just offer them a lot more bennies and travel, or bathtub sessions, as it were.” She grinned. “Charlie, are you ... Uhmm, are you seeing anyone?”
“No,” I accidentally said quite curtly.
“I ... I’m ... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend ... or upset you.”
“You didn’t. I told you already I’m between relationships. You caught me off guard. I did sort of ask you out for Mexican, and you did sort of accept, but I don’t think I’m seeing anyone. You might answer that differently, but that will be up to you.”
“Was that a request for a date?”
“I’m sorry, Alicia. I’m rusty at this. I thought it might be when I asked you out for Mexican. Is that a date?”
“It could be. Do you have any intention of asking me out again, you know, I mean, if it goes well?”
“It’s already going well, so if we trade numbers over dinner tonight, I could see that happening.”
“Now we’re making progress. I accept your proposal to put my number into your phone.” She started laughing.
“What?” I asked, surprised by her reaction
“You’re too cute for an adult male of the species.”
“Thank you? I think? Let’s do the song thing now.” Now it was me acting giddy. She played some music for me, and I was familiar with a few of the songs she played. “I’ve heard your work. I like it, too. Thank you for that, as well.”
“You’re welcome. Is that Nashville? It feels like we’re going down now.”
“Yes, we’re descending, and that’s home.”
“Looks different from the front window.”
“That’s just because you can see more of it straight on and at a higher altitude. It’s beautiful when you’re on the way in and wanting to go home. Sometimes I hate leaving, and sometimes it doesn’t bother me a lick, but I always love coming back, especially after a successful trip.”
“Me, too. I’m not a transplant, Charlie. I grew up just south of here in Eagleville. Small town girl.”
“I am a transplant, but it was a while ago, and I’m awfully glad we did it.” I answered some radio calls about our approach and then told her, “My parents and I were flying from Denver to the Gulf and thought we had a problem with our plane. We landed here and after meeting some really nice people, decided to move here, company and all, and start over. Most of the employees came with us.”
“Wow. Cool story. I’m glad you did, too. I’ve enjoyed the ride, Charlie. I hope I enjoy dinner as much.”
“I hope so, too, Alicia. Where do you live, anyway? I’m on the way to Smyrna Rutherford, not the airport downtown.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem. I live in Ashwood, if you are familiar with the south side.”
“Nope! No problem. Yes, I am. Familiar with it. I have a little place out east of the speedway.”
“We might be neighbors, then?” she asked, looking over at me.
“Probably not, it’s a Norene zip code, but you never know. What with the size of the world shrinking, we may not be far from it.”
“Does the sound out there bother you?”
“Look around, Alicia. I plan my trips, both personal and professional, around NASCAR and their related brethren. I’m not a racing fan, although I do catch the horses now and again.”
“Interesting. I’ll leave you alone now and think about my enchiladas.” She giggled again as I talked to traffic control about my impending landing. I smiled at her, acknowledging her action. I really was getting busy, and she knew it.
After all the activity was ending, we taxied up to my hangar. A couple of guys from the local shop were there to help me get the plane inside and took over from there, refueling and checking everything over.
I handed her up and out of her seat in the cockpit, then opened the hatch, helped her down the stairs and retrieved our luggage from the hold. I got it together and in the back of my car, then handed her into that as well. Then I approached the crew.
“Thanks, guys. I need to run, but I appreciate this to no end.” I handed the leader of the pack two twenties and nodded to his second. They took care of me, and I tried to take care of them. Money for their lunch was the least of the bennies they got by taking care of my plane.
We headed down south to a favorite place of mine, a family owned and operated restaurant that was known for their authentic meals and home-made tamales. I am and always have been a tamale aficionado. A lover of the art of tamale eating and a voracious explorer of the ends of the earth where good tamales may hide. Believe me when I say, not all tamales are created equal. Some ‘home-made’ tamales I’ve eaten could have been surpassed by Hormel’s canned variety. Yeah, that bad. At least with Hormel you know what you’re getting. I digress.
Alicia talked a bit about her current tour, some of the things she had in the works, and acknowledged that I couldn’t say much about what I did but accepted that the generalities I offered explained what she wanted to know. I had a job. She appreciated that, she said.
Over dinner she continued to tell me why she appreciated it so much and explained that the last two offers she had for dates were both made by trust fund babies. Uber rich, uber educated, supposedly, but completely living off their parents, grandparents, or wherever their trust fund originated.
“Charlie, the last one, and you may not believe this, told me when I asked what he did, ‘Nothing, and I’m damned proud of it. I’ll never have to work a day in my life. Why should I? I have people for that.’ He was upset when I asked him to look elsewhere for companionship. Incensed may be a better word for it. In any case, he didn’t impress me. He had more money than me, Taylor, and Holly, combined, and as you probably know, that’s a lot, but he was broke between the ears. That’s where I was looking.”
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