Chapter 21: N6128G

“Good afternoon tower, November-six-one-two-eight-golf at the outer marker inbound landing full stop.”

The tower controller replied, “Good afternoon two-eight-golf. Cleared to land, runway one-four. Winds from one eighty at five. Altimeter three-zero-zero-five.”

I repeated back into my microphone, “Clear to land, two-eight-golf.”

Deke leaned past me and pointed to the artificial horizon. “Put the little plane one needle width below the horizon. Power back to two-thousand RPM and ensure the carb heat is on and mixture is full on.” I did as he indicated. I knew enough to also add in ten degrees of flaps. That earned me a smile from my instructor.

I pulled out the checklist from the space between the seats and rapidly and vocally went through each item. On this plane, there weren’t many. Deke had also taught me about GUMPS – the short version of the most important things: gas-undercarriage-mixture-power-service.

We landed on the first thousand feet of the ten-thousand-foot runway and taxied to the Fixed Base Operator’s building. Deke said, “Just come to a stop. Do not turn off the engine.” A second later, he held up his handheld radio. “I’ll be listening on this. You go up by yourself now. Solo. Do three touch-and-go landings and then come back here.”

“Now?” My voice had a panicked edge to it. I had fifteen hours of flight instruction under my belt from Deke, and now he was having me fly ALONE. Oh, shit.

Deke got out and slammed the door. I knew enough to re-latch the handle from the inside. That was on the checklist. No pilot wanted a door flying open as they lifted into the sky.

I went through the pre-taxi checklist, and then checked in with the ground control. This time I explained my situation to them. “Student pilot on first solo slight at Drake FBO ready to taxi to runway one-four. I have information Quebec.”

The tower had been hearing me about four times a week during my lessons, so probably knew that I knew the airport. None the less, I got detailed instructions. “Roger, two-eight -golf, taxi to one-four using taxiways Charlie and Bravo. Hold short of runway.”

“Charlie and bravo, and hold short of runway one four. Two-eight-golf.”

I crept along the long taxiways back to the threshold of the active runway. As I taxied a Boeing 737 swept in and landed, and then started to taxi to the main passenger terminal. I felt very important in the little Cessna trainer.

I did my run-up and the rest of the pre-take-off checklist, and then contacted the tower on the right frequency. “Sarasota Tower, November-six-one-two-eight-golf holding short at one-four ready for takeoff. I’d like to do three touch-and-go landings with a full-stop on the last one.”

They responded immediately and cleared me for takeoff and to stay in the traffic pattern. I took off – ALONE – and after the forty second roll it took the plane to reach takeoff speed, I soared into the Florida skies.

I did my three landings, and then taxied back to Drake aviation. Deke was sitting on a bench outside with a pair of binoculars. He tapped the binoculars; “You’ve got to stop biting your lower lip when you’re on downwind.”

“You could see that?” I exclaimed before I realized he’d just had fun at my expense. I punched his arm.

He laughed, but then hugged me. “You did it. You’re a pilot. Now all we have to do is get you licensed and teach you a few more things.” He laughed harder. There was a HUGE body of knowledge I had to absorb to do that.

We turned in the plane and then went to dinner. Deke and I had fallen into a routine. I’d show up at the airport in the late afternoon, I’d have a lesson, we’d go to dinner together, and then go back to my apartment where I’d fuck his brains out.

There were exceptions if he had a potential customer for one of his real estate deals, I had another date, the weather was bad, or other similar situations.

In return, Deke wasn’t charging me for the instruction time because he was a friend – a friend with benefits, I might add. I did have to pay for the airplane and fuel, but Deke had negotiated a discounted rate with Drake Aviation who owned the plane. They also serviced Jake’s Gulfstream 650ER and knew Deke in that regard so the rate to me was exceptional.

Sheri teased me about being a cheap prostitute, since I was fucking for about a hundred dollars given what I’d normally pay a flight instructor for the time of my lesson. I explained in mock horror that there was other knowledge being imparted.

Deke had a small bachelor pad near the airport. If we did an earlier lesson, we’d fuck before dinner and then I’d leave to eat alone or connect with my friends that lived in town. With increasing frequency, I’d also end up having sex with one of my ‘regulars’, maybe after dinner and some dancing. I loved fucking two different men the same day; something I could get used to.

One night, I had dinner with Owen in my apartment and then he started to go down on me. I warned him, “There’s already a load in there from something I did this afternoon. Are you sure you want to do that?”

Owen said, “Would it turn you on or bring you pleasure?”

I nodded, and in a microsecond, he was lapping my pussy and using his tongue on my little hot button. Owen was right, he did turn me on – a lot. I got aroused that he’d eat me when I was leaking out another guy’s cum, plus he knew how to give me orgasms.

Eventually, I moved so I could suck on Owen. He teased me, “Are you sure you want to do that? That dick has been in another pussy this afternoon and I haven’t had time to shower.”

I took every inch of his dick in my mouth, added some extra saliva, and slopped around his whole groin area. Eventually, I pulled off of him. “You fucked Maryann?”

“Good guess, yes. This was our first week working together and we couldn’t resist, just like you and me when we travel together. We worked, fucked, worked some more, and then fucked some more.”

I asked, “Neither of you are getting in trouble with Jake, are you?”

Owen told me, “I worried about that when we were hiring Maryann to work with us. I talked to Jake, and he laughed. He told me, ‘Maryann is her own person. I am not bothered by her fucking other guys; in fact, it turns me on and I love her that much more. I know she’s safe with you, so go to it.’ He told her to fuck my brains out.”

“Is he playing around, too?”

“You know he is,” Owen laughed. “For one, Susan, his bodyguard, and then Sheri comes by, too. They have the most open relationship of any people I’ve ever heard of. It’ll be an interesting marriage if this is the engagement.”

I said, “Well, both Jake and Maryann tell me that after the wedding nothing will change in that regard. He said that he feels love for Maryann, and that has nothing to do with their social or sexual lives. She feels the same way. Further, they both know they can love other people.”