I woke up just before six and slid from bed. Having put my peg leg on with a pair of shorts and T-shirt, I went outside to enjoy a few minutes of stretching. My form was drawing to a close when I felt Wanda near me, then saw her, Jan, Lisa, and Marie as well all came to a close. As we relaxed, I noticed Lisa sitting inside the pool cage watching us. Dennis was next to her.
The girls were stripping and heading for the pool, so I thought, what the hey, I should be okay and I need the exercise. I slipped off my peg and dove in with them. I didn't swim that hard but moved along fairly swiftly, making sure my ribs weren't hurting too bad. The cut stung a little, but I would put some gunk on it and it would be fine too.
After showers and breakfast, everyone except Lisa got ready to go to work. I asked Lisa, "Don't you have a flight today?"
"Nothing this morning, I have a commuter run this afternoon up to Atlanta and back. I'm flying your 200, want to ride along?"
"Sure, I have to go to a shop over by the stadium to pick up a new prosthesis to run with. It won't take long, about an hour."
Lisa asked, "Can I come along, or is that kind of private."
"Come on, let's go early and get it done."
We took the Mustang in order to exercise the muscle car a little. Lisa loved the old car and enjoyed riding along, listening to the noisy exhaust tell the world how powerful the engine was, or at least sounded.
The couple fit me with the leg and had me walk around on it a little. They encouraged me to spring on the foot a little to feel the push off the foot that it had. He showed me how to adjust the tension of the foot to lessen or increase the spring. Both of them said it would take a few weeks to get it just right for me. I asked if they thought a treadmill would be good for learning how to use the foot and they both thought it would be great. Well, maybe I will like the treadmill after all. They did caution me about doing too steep of an incline while I'm learning to use the foot.
Back home, I put the new leg in the closet and dressed in my blue pants and black shoes so I would be in uniform for S&S Air Charter. Lisa and I left early to eat at Steak and Shake before getting to the air park. I called Wanda to tell her I was going to fly with S&S today. She told me to have a good time.
I was filling out the preflight log when I noticed the return time. We weren't leaving Atlanta until midnight. Shit, that was a long time to hang out at the airport doing nothing. Oh well, I already said I'd go.
While I did the preflight and put on my uniform shirt, coat, and hat, Lisa filed the flight plan and stocked the galley with some coffee, beer, and some ice for drinks from the limited bar on board the little B200.
Two couples showed up in evening dresses and tuxes. We seated them, showed them how to get at the booze supply, closed up the door, and began getting the plane off the ground.
It only takes about two hours to fly to Atlanta. We went into the small airport close to downtown. A nice stretch limousine met us and whisked the two couples off for an evening of fun. We were to meet them at the plane around midnight.
Lisa said, "Let me take you to see some local places you will enjoy. I should have had us bring some other clothes, but we'll be fine in our uniforms. Come on, let's rent a car."
We rented a box with four wheels and Lisa drove us to a tiny little bar and grille near downtown. It was a true smelly bar with stale cigar smoke clinging to the walls. When we walked in, an ancient black guy was tinkling on the piano, just letting his fingers pick out various sounds and chords. Lisa walked up to him and said, "Hey, Pops, want to hear some neat stuff. I have a couple of CDs for you to listen to. I have one that's got video, can I put it on the big screen?"
The old man waved at the big flat screen TV that was dark at the time. While Lisa was messing with the TV, an older black lady asked me if I wanted something to drink. I told her I'd love to have a drink but I was flying and couldn't. I asked, "You have coffee?"
She smiled and reached up to pinch my cheek. "Always, Honey. These guys live on coffee."
The video began and Lisa adjusted the surround sound. The opening was the riff from the French CD when I was showing it to Jimmy. A voice over said, "Now listen to what really happens when friends play together."
There was wide view of the band with Lisa and me sitting with them. I remember we had just picked around a few seconds before I led in with a strong bass line and everyone had followed. From that point on it was hair up on the back of the neck time. The old man was saying "Yeah" "That's right" "Oh Lordy, Lordy that is so right."
About halfway through, when I switched to a guitar, the man said, "You gonna play with Lisa's box? She let you play her Daddy's box? You some man."
I had to admit, I played pretty damn good, but let the band pick it back up as the pace slowed. I picked up the bass again and had the opportunity to make it sing some sweet songs. When I used a glass for a slide to get the singing smoother, the old man said, "Nancy, Honey, come kiss your Daddy, this is better than sex."
The woman came out and sat on the old man's lap while the video played on and on. When it finally came to a close, the camera got close-ups of all of our faces and expressions. It was as if we had all been making love and were totally sated. Pops and Nancy were clapping and saying, "You two gotta play for us too."
Lisa said, "Not tonight, but soon. We didn't bring our music with us but we will soon. I wanted you to hear us, Pops. I'll leave you the CD. Listen to the other one when you can. It's us, but when we were in France. It's totally different and has some real good riffs."
Nancy said, "You two play some good music. Come some Saturday night and play with everyone. We have an open stage and enjoy having anybody who feels the love."
Pops just said, "Yeah, feel the love."
Lisa told them we would come see them again soon. We left to drive to a small restaurant called Peaches. We were again out of our element as we were the only white folks in the place. When Lisa walked in the door, an enormous lady waddled from a desk and threw her arms around Lisa. "Oh Lisa, Honey. Oh where has you been, Baby? I've missed you so much. Come sit with me, bring your man, and come sit."
The big lady was leading us to the back when she yelled, "Racine, get us some of that wine to celebrate."
Lisa told the lady, "We can't Mama, we're flying and we can never drink when we fly. How about some of your great coffee?"
We sat and Lisa and Mama talked and talked, catching each other up on what they had been doing. Finally, Mama said, "Okay, introduce me to your man. He's polite cause he ain't said a word while we yakked and hasn't ogled any of the girls either. Did you have to get one with only one leg, though?"
I had to laugh at the lady as she was so direct. Lisa was almost embarrassed, she said, "Mama, he lost that in the war. He's a hero. He's not mine, but I think I'd like him to be. You want to stick some pins in a doll for me?"
"Lisa, Honey, you know I don't do none of that voodoo stuff anymore. I'll sweet talk him for you if you wants."
"Mama, this is Chuck Johnson, a very good friend and another flying fool like me. You have to go over to Pops' and make him show you the video. You'll see me and this guy playing some really good music."
"Oh Lisa, you used to play so sweet. I loves the way you makes your Daddy's old box make music. You makes them strings sing, Honey."
"Well, Mama, this here man makes some strings sing too, you'll love it."
The big lady grinned, "Now tell me you're gonna let me feed you and your man. I haven't fed my baby, Lisa, for a long, long time."
"We're here to eat Mama, this man can really eat, so bring it on; I'm dyin' for some of your great food."
The lady had food and more food brought to the table. Lisa and I ate till we were about to pop, while the big lady nibbled off both of our plates. As we were eating, Mama told me how Lisa had been left with her every night when her dad had gone out to play music. During the day, Lisa's dad would teach Lisa to play, and during the night Lisa would play for Mama and her kids. Lisa said, "Mama kept me from when I was about four till I was sixteen. I would have stayed longer, but when dad died, the state put me in a foster home. I left at eighteen and worked as a dancer until I finished my airline transport license. I knew what I wanted to do and I did it. See, I come from a good background."
I could see the love in Lisa's eyes as she looked at the big lady. When Lisa said we had to go, the big lady got up and gave Lisa the warmest hug you've ever seen, and she had big tears running down her big black cheeks. Lisa kissed the tears away saying, "We'll be back soon, Mama, I promise not to stay away so long."
Lisa kissed all the young girls working in the little restaurant, while I got a big hug from the woman with the admonishment, "You take care of my Lisa. Treat her good and she'll treat you like a man."
When we left, Lisa needed a hug and said, "It's always so hard to leave that woman. It's almost like when child services came to get me when I left before. She was my Mama back then, and I wanted her to be the one to keep me, but they wouldn't let her have me because I was white. I lost something back then and have looked for it since. You've kind of helped lately; you're so open, so loving. Damn, I don't want a guy, but you sure are tempting."
Lisa said, "It's getting late enough now to show you one more place. This one's a little rough, but we'll be fine unless you start being an uppity white boy. These guys are going to egg you on, but I'll fix it, you'll, or we'll be fine."
Over the door was a hand painted sign that said, "Rags." Lisa walked in like she owned the place. I stayed back, trying not to draw attention. She walked up to a monster black guy and punched him hard in the arm. He whirled around, making me look for a club of some kind to use on the huge man. Lisa was grinning at the guy with her arms out. "My God, little Lisa, where you been, Jailbait. Holy shit, we been blessed, Hey, Jude, we been blessed with little Lisa. Come out here you big fag and say hi."
Another Goliath with a shaved head came lumbering out the door, scooped Lisa up into his arms, and gave her a hug that I'm sure hurt down to her toes. She hollered, "Rags" be nice, let me have some breath, you asshole. I love you, but don't do me in."
The second big man put Lisa down and said, "Oh my goodness, you are just a beautiful princess. Is that white boy you brought in a good man or should we do away with him?"
"He's a keeper, Rags. You'll like the man when you get to know him. Just say hi to Chuck and give him some coffee. If you want to be entertained, give him your axe and listen. Go get some guitars and let's play for the people. That white boy plays a mean bass, but it's got to be fretless. You can let him play your SG or Strat later."
"Your boy plays our music?"
"Better than you, better than me, and with heart, my friend. When you have a chance, go to Pops' and make him play the CDs I gave him. There's a video you'll love that really showcases both of us."
The big man, Rags, said, "Johnny, go get my instruments. We're going to play some music." He yelled, "Hey, Rey, and any who want to really play, my little Lisa is here to entertain. She brings a white boy who's supposed to have soul. Come help us find it."
The other monster man came back, carrying a half-dozen guitar cases and laid them down on the table. Rags picked up one of the cases and handed it to me and said, "Let's try you on a line first. Let's see if you can keep us on track."
I opened the case to see an original Gibson semi-hard body fretless bass. This had to be a custom. I'd never heard of one. I listened to the strings and damn, it was in tune. I was looking around for an amp when Rags pointed to an amp on the side of the room. He said, "Drag it over here and plug in. It should do ya."
Watching Lisa as she petted another 335 like her dad's was inspiring. She strummed and began picking a few things as Rags found his sound with a Les Paul. An older guy came up to sit at an electronic keyboard and a tall lanky man sat at a drum set. Just his feet messing with the bass drum and the hi-hat cymbal told me he was going to be a project. Oh well, that was what a bass man was supposed to do, keep 'em together.
Lisa led off with a traditional Night Train riff that bled blue. I followed standing in front of the drummer trying to get his attention to get the rhythm. It was tough to follow the lead while trying to keep the drummer going. After a few minutes, Rags stopped and told the boy to leave. He used the mike, "Can anybody play these skins and stay with us? Oh please, somebody?"
I said to Rags, "You have anyone to play this wonderful bass? If so, I'll do you on the drums."
Rags yelled without the mike, "Johnny, get your cute ass up here and play for me. Let's see if this white boy can stay with us."
I had to move the drums around a little to get them where they felt comfortable, then remembering what we were playing, I clicked my sticks together giving it a "one, two, three, four" and hit the snare to give us a go. A big guy came out of the audience with a tenor sax hung from his neck and began playing with us. We were soon really doing a great rendition of "Night Train." Lisa did about eight bars, Johnny did eight on his own, the sax did at least sixteen, and Rags tore up the place with a long, long, blues guitar lead. I heard Rags bring us down to a close and worked with him.
Rags put his guitar down and walked over to me. The monster man picked me up off the throne, hugged me, and kissed me full on the lips. "Damn boy, I love ya. You are gold. Johnny, play them skins so I kin hear my sweet Lisa and this boy play for us."
Rags picked up the bass while Johnny got the drums together for his reach. Lisa grinned at me and mouthed, "Do your Summertime."
I twisted the sensitivity up and hit the echo effects pedal then led off in the slow loud metal version of the best serenade of all time. Lisa pushed a mike up to my mouth and it was automatic, I sang. I sang the most loved blues song ever written while playing crazy, dissonant, bleeding sounds. By the time I was in the second line, Lisa was backing me with an equal rhythm blues line and Rags was putting down a bass line that made you feel really good.
That piece takes a while, a long while, when everyone gets a chance to show what they can do with their sax or their strings. When we were done, Rags looked at me and said, "Marry little Lisa and give us some little music makers. I love you, man. I can tell you're our kind."
Lisa came to me with water in her eyes and kissed me. She said, "That's about the best musical compliment you'll ever get."
Johnny came to me and said, "You haveta come back and play with us. Saturday night when we do everyone. We'll get some brass, wind, everything. Come play with us after one, you know when all the gigs are over. When the boys really play."
Lisa said, "Chuck and I will be back to play with you guys. The man loves his music too. Go to Pops' and watch us when we jammed in Spain. You'll love it. Hopefully they'll sell that CD instead of teasing people with it."
We left with Lisa hanging onto me. She said, "That's the people my daddy brought me up with. They loved him and they still love me. Did you see the respect they had for pure music?"
We drove back to the airport, arriving at a little after eleven. I began doing the preflight while Lisa arranged for some more soft drinks and ice. She was able to get two thermoses of fresh coffee, along with a couple of extra cups. She went inside and put a CD in the video player and said, "These guys are big time promoters. I want them to see us playing in Spain. We did good. I wish we had a video of you doing Summertime tonight. God, you can sing. You also do an awesome job on the drums. Where have you been all my life?"
I smiled and gave Lisa a one armed hug, a real friendship hug. She was grinning, so I knew it was the right way to do it.
About twenty after midnight, a limo pulled up to the aircraft. The men got out and said, "You're going to have to help pour the girls into the plane. They are both done, very well done. Make the ride back smooth, they will appreciate it."
We did make the flight smooth, along with playing the CD for the guys in the back. We knew it was good as they kept getting more booze from the little mini-bar. When we landed back in Tampa, one of them said, "I recognized both of you on that video with the band. That was awesome. Do you mind if we talk to them about promoting that video? I think we can sell it to lounge and bar audiences as a long run video. I'd like to try if you don't mind."
Lisa surprised me when she said, "If you get it done, find a mobile recording group and we'll go up to Atlanta and record at Rags for you."
"You know Rags?"
"He's my godfather, a very special man."
"Shit, you're on just on that. Let me know when you can do it and I'll arrange some people and equipment. Make sure it's okay with Rags. I'd hate for him or Johnny to be mad at us."
"Rags will do it. He loves Chuck here too. Wait till you hear how they play together."
"Could you guys do a studio gig?"
Lisa said, "Naw, let's make it live, if we don't have any feeling to go with it, it's no fun."
"Gotcha, let me know and we'll get it together."
The two couples took off in another limo while Lisa and I cleaned up the aircraft. It was already almost four. Lisa said, "Come out to Park Place and we'll have something in the diner. Let me leave my car and you can take me home to cuddle."
We did go to the diner and enjoyed a great early breakfast or late dinner. We joked and laughed until we decided it was time to get to bed. I followed Lisa to the long garage and she got in with me, carrying a small bag. We drove home with her snuggling against me across the console.
It was getting light as we went into the main part of the house. We didn't do anything but use the bathroom and slide under the covers. Lisa gave me a gentle kiss and said, "Thanks for the great evening. You and I can have some fun. I don't know if we're meant to be or not, but I do know we are going to be great friends."
I opened my eyes knowing it was very late in the day. The clock said ten-fifteen. Not that late.
I stretched, Lisa stretched, then wrapped herself around me. She whispered, "You are so nice. We come home late, both naked, both tired, and you don't bug me. You just hug me and we fall asleep in each other's arms. I kept waiting for you to make a pass or try to get some pussy, but you just hugged me and slept peacefully. I love that. You might be a keeper. I'll let you know when I'm tired of what girls have."
I laughed out loud which brought Wanda in to see what I was laughing at. "Wanda, this lady is messing with my mind. I'm glad you let her move in. We're going to be great friends. You might get a lot more loving the way she teases me though. She likes to lead me on, but I love it."
I got out of bed and hit the bathroom, then hopped into the shower to wash off quickly. Before I was done, Lisa got in with me, pulled my wanger for me, and said, "You didn't even get it up for me this morning."
"It was up earlier, but I convinced it to stay cool. I can wait, when you're horny, I'm sure you can be a whole lotta fun."
She punched me on the shoulder and we quickly finished washing.
Dressed and in the kitchen, I asked Lisa, "Are you moved in or are you still testing the place?"
Lisa said, "I'm about half and half. I want to move in, but I really enjoy Shannon and Joanie. Maggie and Becky are leaving soon and I don't know whether or not it's going to bother Tom and Zena if I do move."
"Do you have a relationship with them similar to Shannon?"
"No, not really. I'm like Shannon, since I like girls and prefer to associate with girls or women. Shannon has some special thing for Tom, but she is and has been, crazy in love with Zena. I'm like Shannon in that way too since I met you. You just make me feel all cushy inside and I want to hold you and kiss you. It isn't even that sexual of a thing, but I do love it when we make love. Something happens that makes it so good for me. I could enjoy being with you and never have sex with you, but it's nice that we can enjoy each other physically too. You have a house full of girls that are unusually girl oriented, and very loving toward each other, but all of them seem to enjoy men or at least some men."
Tina came into the kitchen at that moment and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and a quick hug, "Heard you were getting shot at again. You're gonna have to learn to duck. Uncle Steve used to be in all kinds of gun battles and he never got shot. You should learn from him."
Tina went to Lisa and they kissed on the lips and hugged warmly. Lisa smiled at me and said, "You see, your home is so warm and friendly. Your other girl friends, your Fab Five as you call them, they're all girl oriented, what happened to them? Brandy was a lot of fun and I thought she was a goner over you."
Wanda had come in and poured a cup of coffee. She joined the discussion by saying, "I think Brandy was having trouble separating her girlfriends and her man friend. She really liked being the one and only, with some occasional sharing, but didn't like the idea of all five girls sharing Chuck and Chuck sharing all five of her friends. Little Tiani is the big talker about the danger involved in Chuck's job, but she wants him as much as Brandy. Nancy got that way too. Judy is sort of neutral on everything, while Frieda is the militant in the group that likes women or at least enjoys being the dominant with men. Brandy is still looking for herself. She and the rest of them will be back."
Before I could get it out, Lisa asked, "Where is Brandy, why doesn't she come over or see Chuck somewhere else? What's with that?"
Wanda suggested, "I think she doesn't want to confront Chuck so they don't just totally split. She probably wants some time to sort out her real feelings. If Chuck wants to get her off dead center, he should call her mom or dad. They know how to talk to her."
Lisa said she had to get ready to go to work as she was on a G5 crew for an overnight to Los Angeles. She asked Tina, "The crew is short a hostess. I was going to call Brandy or Tiani, but you could do it. We're flying a family of six to L.A. and need two hostesses. It's sort of the company's rule to always have two. One could do it, so it will give you a chance to learn. The other girl is Samantha. She's a photographer for newspapers, but they've laid off almost all their staff people and now buy everything on a subcontract basis. She enjoys the trips and I know you would enjoy her. You see her all the time at your Uncle Steve's. We girls always bunk together on the overnights, so you won't feel like guys are going to gang up on you."
Tina asked, "Will we be back Sunday night?"
"Actually, Sunday early evening. The family is attending a wedding and coming right back home. We fly them out to L.A. about once a month as they have a lot of family out there."
I asked, "Why don't they charter the Lear? They would fit fine in that."
Lisa laughed, "I asked the same thing and the man said the kids have more room in the G5 and he likes that the one they always take has the bedroom. He likes to nap on the trip and lying down is better than falling asleep in a chair."
I nodded and said, "That makes sense."
Lisa grinned, "Karen says what makes sense is that the couple has babysitters to watch the kids while they use the bedroom to catch up on some closeness they have been missing. Karen says the lady told her it's exciting to be in a private bedroom on an airplane six miles up."
With a laugh, I agreed, "That makes even more sense."
Tina happily said, "Please, I'd love it. I'm a little broke this week anyway, so this way I won't be spending a lot of money."
Lisa added, "And you will make money for being a hostess and babysitter. S&S pays pretty well for an overnight."
"Great, that's even better. I baby-sit at home all the time. The kids are getting bigger and are easier but if you have them all at once, they can be a chore."
Tina and Lisa got ready to leave, while Wanda and I were talking about getting some sun out by the pool. Wanda found her supply of lotion while I went to get my swimsuit. When I came into the family room, the two girls were leaving. I received nice hugs and kisses from both and they vanished.
I was pouring some coffee to take outside when Wanda came into the kitchen naked. She looked at me, "A swimsuit, here in our private back yard?"
"We do have Marie and Dennis, as well as Jan and Don."
"They aren't here and probably won't come home soon. They're at Sea World together with some of the kids from the trailer park. I took my suit back to the bedroom and hung it the closet."
Outside, I slicked Wanda up with the lotion, first enjoying giving her back, nice round bottom, and long legs a gentle message. When she turned over, I really enjoyed doing her neck and shoulders, and passed her chest as I spread lotion on her tummy and hips. I reversed direction and applied lotion from her feet, up her long legs, pausing at the puffy junction that appeared a little damp, and then enjoyed applying lots of lotion on her long, full breasts. While using both hands to work one breast at a time, I slid my hands around it and massaged it, pulling upward making her nipple pop way out. I leaned over and sucked the elongated nipple into my mouth, sucking firmly making Wanda groan. When she was thoroughly covered, I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. She grabbed my shoulders, holding the kiss for a long, long minute. Wanda smiled and said, "Thanks, that was special."
Wanda had me lay on my front and gave me only a gentle massage since she said I still had multiple bruises back there. She oiled my butt and down my legs and finished my back area with a smack on the butt, telling me to roll over.
She gave me a quick lip kiss then oiled my neck, shoulders, and chest, working her way down. At my waist, she skipped to my feet and worked up my legs and thighs then began massaging my balls. My dick had enjoyed all the attention, or inattention, and was standing full and tall. I hadn't thought Wanda would do this, but she leaned over and sucked me into her mouth until I thought she was going to swallow me. She pulled off with a pop and kissed me again before laying back.
Wanda said, "Isn't it nice to just be a little lazy today? I think you should take me over to Melbourne or Sebring for dinner, or perhaps up to Daytona or Jacksonville. If the weather is clear, I'd love to go flying."
"We can do that. We should try the new restaurant at Daytona. We might have to call for a reservation on a Saturday night. After we eat, we can cruise the beach and fly back watching the sunset."
We had been lying out for a while when Wanda said, "I was going to go out to the naturist park tonight on an invitation from Tom and Zena, but I'd rather stay home with you. It is very pleasant to be just us for a change."
"Speaking of just us, if Lisa and Tina have moved in, taking up Jan's and Marie's rooms, where do you plan to put Lena when she gets here?"
Wanda was on her back so I was watching her long breasts wobble as she talked and moved. She said, "I might move into your bedroom, but I think that if I blinked, Lisa or Tina will be in there. But in reality, Angie will probably be moving out to the trailer park with Jimmy. Those two got hot and heavy very fast. You can't believe how those two have connected. He says that he was waiting until he got a car. Since you got him that Jeep, he's been here every night. Angie, who wouldn't even let that other guy sit in her room, is keeping Jimmy overnight. They're staying out at his place tonight. She said he's asked her to move in and she's thinking she might want to do that."
"My, oh my, our little Angie may have found her soul mate. What do you think of him, Wanda?"
Wanda chuckled, "I'm worse than a mother. I've checked the young man out thoroughly. He's a good kid. He was raised by his mom and dad in an airplane junkyard. He's attended every aircraft maintenance school available and is an accomplished test pilot. He's a very good kid who is saving up for his own aircraft. I'm sure he'll have it soon as little Angie loves to fly too."
After a pause I said, "You know, I'm a little nervous about having Lena here. I'm still a little miffed at her big sister."
"You just aren't over her big sister yet, that's your problem. You were more committed to Bobby than she was to you. She wanted to be a lot freer with her favors than she thought you wanted her to be. That's why she was always drawing you toward groups. I don't think you mind the group as much as you do the lack of intimacy or feelings toward the participants. Most of the partying out at the nudie park is kind of cold, except when you play with Tom and Zena. They are very warm, as are their housemates when they are home, but their other friends are kind of plain fuck friends, not even fuck buddies, not real close and don't want to get real close."
"Yeah, that does describe it. I didn't mind playing with Jonah and Millie, but I wasn't keen on the brothers and the twins, and definitely not Maxine. She's kind of someone I want to consider untouchable."
"She doesn't want to be untouchable, but I understand. You were good not to try to whisk off the two girls and play with them immediately like Bobby and they wanted. It's better that they respect you, instead of looking at you as a what, a lover, or fuck buddy. They're too young to have someone your age as a fuck buddy."
"Like I said, I'm not real comfortable having Lena around. She's going to remind me of Bobby and it's going to take a while before I can get her out of my system. I should have thought about it more before we got together. She's older than I am and perhaps had some crazier experiences than I had. I just wasn't ready to go all out like she was."
Wanda asked, "I'm older than you by a few years and you don't have a problem with me do you?"
"Wanda, you are totally honest with me all the time. You act like a lady at work and do your damnedest to support the office, the Marshal Service, and the people in it. Then here at home, you're loving, gentle, and again, totally honest about your wants and needs. You've told me that I may not be as kinky as you need. I can live with that because you're up front about it. I like that, I like the openness between us, and I like having you as a close friends too so that I have someone to talk to and confide in."
Wanda leaned over and kissed me. "We should go in before we burn. Let's get that reservation in Daytona, get ready, and go early. I want to get home early as I think your girlfriends will come by later. I want you to be here so you have a chance to talk to them."
"I'm not sure I want a nice day like today to end that way. I can think of other ways."
Wanda smiled and said, "See what's going to happen with them. I think that as a group, they are a little immature for you yet. They have some growing up and learning to do yet."
I called the restaurant at Daytona then called out to the air park to reserve a plane. After hearing where I was going, DeDe said, "Your choice tonight. Want a little plane, a 172, or your 206? If I thought it wouldn't rain you could even take the bi-plane."
"I'll fly my 206, that's always nice."
"If you want company, I think Jimmy wants to take Angie up, but he won't spend the money. Do you want me to call him?"
I thought for a minute then said, "Sure, call him. Another couple or two would be fun."
"In that case, can John and I tag along? I don't think the six of us will be much of a load. What do you say, can we?"
"Let's do it. We'll make it a party."
I got off the phone and told Wanda the deal. She grinned and giggled, but didn't say anything else.
We arrived at the air park about four thirty. The 206 had a fresh funny S&S paint job, with some of the same caricatures on it as the B200, but in different skits. Shawna and Hank were very creative and had a great sense of humor. The Deputy Dawg thing with my face was nearly everywhere. This time the star was very large and had a smiley face in it.
Jimmy and Angie were there, dressed for the evening, as were DeDe and John. I was the one who dressed down, but I did have on some nice slacks and a dressy knit shirt. I was beginning to do the preflight when I said, "Jimmy, you haven't flown Angie yet. You do the honors. I've done the preflight, let's get in and head to Daytona."
Jimmy was obviously excited. "I don't get to fly except to test. Up and down and that's about it. Come on Angie, you can be my co-pilot."
Wanda and I got into the back seats with DeDe and John in the middle. I was thinking, weren't John and Wanda beginning a relationship? Did I miss something? They did greet each other warmly, and Wanda and DeDe did have a whispered conversation, as did Wanda and John.
Jimmy was a good pilot, doing everything by the book, which makes for a safe trip. He commented that we were probably close to max load with full fuel, as the plane didn't want to get up to speed.
I could tell John wasn't nervous, so I wasn't. We were soon parking near the new restaurant at Daytona, among a mass of light aircraft. A uniformed attendant came out and chocked our wheels for us, accepting the offered tip. Kind of like a parking lot attendant.
Dinner was great and the company was very nice. The girls wanted to stay to dance a little, so we adjourned to the bar where Jimmy said, "If you guys want to drink, I'll be sure to be the sober designated driver. Enjoy yourselves, just don't get too bad that you can't drive home."
I did have a drink, as did the others. When the music started, John and Wanda got up to dance as did Marie and Jimmy. I asked DeDe, "Would you like to dance?"
We danced to three tunes. DeDe was making it interesting as we rubbed bellies. She couldn't mistake that I was a male by the second piece and I'm sure she thought I was intentionally rubbing her by the third. In actuality, I was trying to keep from touching her.
The next set was sort of a fast foxtrot, almost a swing. This was music that I loved to dance to, and when I asked Wanda, she declined. I asked Marie and she shook her head no, so I asked DeDe, "I really like this type of swing music. Would you like to dance again?"
She was quickly up and in my arms. DeDe was a great dancer and could make her hips go in five directions at once. She reminded me of some nudie bar dancers I had seen one time when I was in the Marines.
I ended up dancing with DeDe the rest of the evening as John and Wanda seemed to become a set. That was fine with me, as DeDe was a looker with some nice cleavage to drool over. It almost didn't look like she had a bra on, but if that were so, she must have had some help making them stand up like they did. I didn't care whether they were manmade or not. They were fun to hug to me and very nice to look at.
About ten, much later than I had thought originally, John said, "Let's head home before Jimmy gets too tired to fly. You and I have had a couple, so we shouldn't fly, and we should get these women back on that side of the peninsula.
We went out to the aircraft and watched as Jimmy did the preflight inspection. The attendant came out and pulled the chocks, accepting another tip, and Jimmy went through the startup. Soon, we were on our way home, but this time DeDe and I were in the back, with John and Wanda in the middle. Guess I lost my buddy for the night.
Back at the air park Wanda quietly said to me, "If you don't mind. John's asked me to come out to the trailer park tonight. Is that alright?"
"That's fine, Wanda. Enjoy yourself."
She said, "I think DeDe would like to get to know you better. You might want to take her home."
"I think we're just friends, Wanda, I like it that way."
After the plane was back in the hangar I walked DeDe to her car. I took her into my arms and hugged her. She was leaning back puckered up. I lightly kissed her and said, "I had a great time DeDe, we'll have to do that again."
I reached down to open her car door and she put her hand on mine and said, "You could come over for a drink tonight. Star isn't home and we would be alone?"
"How about a raincheck? I'm still kind of beat up from this past week. I don't think I would be good company yet."
We parted and I drove home, happy to not get something started with someone probably near ten years my senior. She was a fox like Star, but I didn't need another older girlfriend. Bobby and Wanda should be enough warnings for a guy.
When I pulled up at home, one of the girl's cars was in the driveway empty. There was a light on inside, so I pulled into the garage not knowing what to expect. There was no one in the kitchen, family room, or living room, so I looked in the bedroom. The five were sitting cross legged in a circle in the middle of the bed. All were wearing gauzy short gowns and smiles.
Brandy hopped up and kissed me, followed by the other four. When that was done, they began taking my shirt and pants off. I had to sit on the bed to undo my leg, then the girls pulled me to the middle of the bed with my head on pillows. They were sitting around me, all touching me.
Frieda said, "We need to talk. Don't say anything until we all get a chance to say what we need to okay, please?"
I nodded, not saying anything.
They looked at each other and Tiani started. "A lot of the problem is me. I wanted you and still want you, but I'm just scared of you and your job. It isn't a girl's position to tell a man, their man, that they can't accept what he does for a living, so I instigated all of us leaving you. It's my fault for not talking to you about how I feel. There's more later, but that needed to be said first."
Judy was next, "I'm kind of the incurable lezzy in the bunch. I really enjoy snuggling up to you and you've made me feel really good when we made love, but I like the other girls best. I liked the idea of having both you and the girls, so I liked our arrangement and figured it would be good for all of us. I really like you, Chuck, and hope you and I can be good friends and occasional bed friends, however this works out."
Frieda said to Judy with a grin, "You little slut." She turned to me and said, "I'm a little like Judy. I like women more than men, but I do like men. You know I like to be the boss, dominant. I'd love you to be my slave, but with you, I don't see that happening. I'd have to be your slave. That would be good too. I'm sort of to blame for talking up the danger of your job, but I wanted them all to know you could be gone in a flash. That scares me; it scares me a lot, especially if we use you for our breeding program." Frieda giggled, "Our breeding program has you eventually planting babies in all of us. We have it planned and have chosen you, so regardless of the outcome of this evening, we want you to sire our babies."
Now that will wake up certain parts of you.
Nancy looked down at me, "Darn you, I thought we had made a baby, then it went away. I keep thinking it was real because I got so scared when I heard you were shot again. Not the first or second time, but a third time. How can you be the father of my babies if you are dead? How can you love them and hold them or their mother if you're dead? I'm having a hard time with that. You are going to make me a baby if I have to hide you away somewhere until I take. I just want you to be around to help raise it with me, with us."
Brandy leaned down and gently kissed me with tears in her eyes. "I've cried enough. I've talked enough. I'm afraid of your job, afraid for your life, but I still care for you. No, that's not right. I love you, Chuck, I love you so much it hurts and hurts. Knowing you were home and I wasn't with you was too much. Without my friends, my lovers, I would have been on the Skyway Bridge flying without a plane. There are going to be times I will be so mad at you I'm going to yell at you and want to leave you because I'm afraid, not because I don't love you. Just know it's because I am afraid you'll be hurt or dead. I want to be in your bed, to feel you against me most every night. I want us to be with you all the time and for you to love all of us, to make love to all of us. Can I come back, come home to you? Did you replace me already?"
"No, I didn't replace you."
Tiani then kissed me from the other side and said, "You know we are a little different. The five of us are a little different than some friends. We love each other and we will always love each other. We're including you in our love, which is different, as we have only enjoyed including other girls. We all like Lisa, a lot. We like Tina too. They are both girl oriented and are a lot of fun. You know how we feel about Wanda so you know we won't let her feel lonely. We want you to know that Tina and Lisa are special to us and we want them to be special to you. We want you to make love to them with us and without us. We can play all day, and then play all night, but we understand you can't do that, or at least not continuously like we can. But we want you to know, you are free to enjoy those girls we approve of. We want you to enjoy who we enjoy. Does that make sense? Are we being too bossy? Is that not enough freedom?"
All of them gave me kisses and were hugging me and kissing me, telling me they loved me. Brandy said, "Can we sleep with you tonight, you know just sleep, hold you, touch you, and just sleep?"
"I'd like that. Please, lay with me, let me touch and feel all of you. I've missed you and felt a real loss thinking I would lose my Fab Five."
Tiani lay on me, hardly making me feel her, as she is so small, so light. "We are your Fab Five and will try hard to be better lovers, better at understanding you. I promise to talk to you more when I'm mad at you or afraid."
Each of the girls gave me special kisses until I had Brandy on one shoulder, Nancy on the other, with Frieda behind her and Judy behind Brandy. Little Tiani went to sleep almost instantly on my chest. She is such a scamp, such a darling, but aggravating, pixie. I was thinking of her as a delicate milk chocolate morsel when I dropped off to sleep.
Primary editing by Pepere
Proofing by Sagacious