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Authors name: Harold P Ness (harold_p_ness@my-deja.com)
Story title : D.Z.W. (Drop Zone Whore)
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D.Z.W. (MFF, FF, cons, skydiving)
by Harold P Ness (harold_p_ness@my-deja.com)
Comments, constructive criticism, and discussion about
the story in a.s.s.d are all welcome. Discussion of
skydiving probably belongs in rec.skydiving.
I highly recommend both of the activities depicted
herein, sex and jumping. And before you ask, yes I am a
tandem master (1300+ jumps), but no this is not a true
story. At least not one that I'll admit to.
LEGAL NOTICE: This is porno. You must be old enough to
read this, or smart enough to bypass your parents'
censorware. Usual disclaimers. Blah, blah, blah. Not-for-
profit archiving OK, otherwise please write me if you
want to make money off of this.
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"Looks like we may have a new DZW." My ears perked up.
"What's the difference between a DZO and a DZW?" Of
course the inevitable joke was to follow. Somebody took
the bait.
"I don't know, what?"
"Nothing. They both get fucked by a bunch of skydivers."
I chuckled along with the guys, not so much at the joke
(which I had heard before), but because at that moment
both the DZO (Drop Zone Operator) and the woman the
fellows were referring to as the new DZW (Drop Zone
Whore) walked by. We were laughing all the harder because
we figured they had no idea what we were laughing about.
If they did, they would probably be terribly offended.
Which made it all that much funnier.
The DZO, Mike, continued on his way. I think he might
have heard the joke, but he was clearly pissed off about
something - most likely some farmer was complaining about
the rip cord he found in his fields, the crazy woman up
the road from the airport thought we drove too fast, the
packers were smoking cigarettes instead of packing
parachutes, or something like that. To Mike, it's the
same old shit that he's been dealing with for fifteen
years. To us, it was another punch line.
As we watched him storm off down the road, I took a
moment to check out the two women standing next to me.
They had wandered up to try and share in whatever it was
that had everyone nearly wetting their pants. I could
immediately tell which one had been labeled DZW; she was
waving her rather ample chest around, providing a not-so-
subtle incentive for someone to tell another joke.
The laughter dies and we all shuffle our feet, trying not
to stare at her assets as our collective minds race for
something funny to say. Blonde hair, daisy duke shorts,
and a white tank top with nipples protruding from the
thin fabric - this vixen's appearance definitely seemed
to support the general consensus that "fuck a skydiver"
was on her to-do list for today.
I had been silent up until this point, but in lieu of the
drool pooling at the other guys' feet, I decided it might
be an opportune time to introduce myself. The blonde was
named Heidi, she introduced her companion as Vickie and
stretched out her hand. I shook it politely. The others
in the group suddenly found their voices. As they
introduced themselves and vied for a handshake, I took a
moment to check out Vickie.
I hadn't really noticed her that much when she had first
walked up; I was probably put off by the facial
expression that alternately said "bored" and "pissed
off." Vickie contrasted sharply to Heidi, with short
brown hair and baggy clothes that hid what was also
probably a very nice body. She had a striking face,
however, with perfectly shaped lips, white teeth, and
brilliant green eyes that peeked out from behind her
bangs. This all gave her more of a "cute" look, which to
tell you the truth probably did more for me than her
friend's sultry appearance.
I asked if they had been out to the drop zone before,
they answered "no," that they were out to do their first
tandem. Heidi asked if I were a tandem instructor. I was;
this was my first day back after a few weeks in Mexico,
where I had been jumping onto the beach with a bunch of
folks from Skydive Arizona. Telling her this seemed to
pique Heidi's interest, and she came onto me even
stronger than before. She sat down next to me and said
she wanted to hear all about it.
A couple of the guys wandered off to do other things,
probably realizing that they had just blown their chance
with her by standing around with their mouths agape
instead of making conversation. My friend James, who had
also been in Mexico with me, tried to outdo each story I
told, exaggerating the events and trying to tell the
choice tales before I could get to them. Nobody was
paying him any attention, though, and he soon wandered
away as well.
Despite the fact that we were now the only ones at the
picnic table, Heidi sat close next to me, with our arms
brushing up against each other. Vickie stood off to the
side and back a few steps. She was trying to act like she
wasn't paying attention to us, looking up at the
parachutes as they landed. I was somewhat distracted by
her; not so much because I wanted to chase after her (I
was quite pleased with what was currently sitting next to
me), but because I was curious as to what her deal was.
She definitely seemed to be irritated about something,
but if it was jealously I couldn't figure out why she
didn't just go after one of the other tandem masters.
There were legions of strong, well-tanned men standing
around ready to reciprocate anything that might vaguely
be considering flirting.
Heidi and I talked for a few minutes, then someone walked
up and informed us that we were both on the next load and
it was time to get ready. I figured this was where we
were going to part. Despite the fact that I'm a tandem
instructor and Heidi was a tandem student, it never
entered my mind that we would be paired up. My luck
always seems to dictate that I get the two hundred pound
guy who kicks and screams the entire way down.
So it was to my amazement that I looked on the manifest
board and found that she was, indeed, going to be my
passenger. The girl at the desk told me that Heidi had
already been trained and offered to help get her geared
up. I watched with a twinge of remorse as Heidi's shapely
legs were covered by the baggy red jumpsuit.
Since Heidi was going to do a tandem jump, the manifest
girl next helped her into the harness. Your typical
tandem harness looks like a medieval torture device; it's
a strange collection of buckles and webbing that attaches
the passenger to the parachute the tandem master wears,
which is designed to carry two people. Tandem jumping
allows people to go out and experience freefall without a
whole lot of training - you watch a 20 minute video and
then get strapped to the front of a seasoned instructor,
who is responsible for minor details like pulling the rip
cord.
I made idle chitchat with Heidi as she was being geared
up. One of the packers wandered into the room about this
time, and unceremoniously dropped at my feet the
parachute rig we were to jump. I did my usual abbreviated
gear check, more for my passenger's comfort than my own.
The rig had been jumped earlier in the day, and despite
the fact that the guy who had packed it was clearly
suffering from a massive hangover, everyone involved had
been through this whole process thousands of times
before.
The Federal Air Regulations are actually pretty lax about
who can pack a main parachute. After all, you have a
second parachute (the reserve) that must be repacked
every 120 days by an FAA licensed rigger, whether used or
not. Technically, the person packing the main also has to
be under the "supervision" of an FAA rigger, but most
drop zones interpret this rule as meaning that there must
be a rigger within one of the neighboring states. Most
jumpers don't care either, as there is very little you
can do to a parachute to make it not open. It's very
likely going to come out and start flying - if nothing
happens, or if you look up and have a big ball of shit
over your head, you pull a handle to release it ("cut
away" in skydiving parlance) and then pull another handle
to deploy the reserve.
I wasn't thinking about any of this as I strapped on my
rig and then double-checked the adjustments on the
harness Heidi was wearing. Despite my attempts at
professionalism, I could tell she found the situation
arousing. She continued to flirt with me, wiggling all
the right body parts as I tugged on the various straps to
make sure everything was secure. I'm sure she knew what
she was doing to me, and oh how I wanted to reciprocate,
but I wasn't about to get in trouble for making
inappropriate advances to her in the middle of the
hangar. I generally try to be much more subtle than that.
Heidi, on the other hand, felt no such need for subtlety.
"I bet you could find other uses for this thing than
skydiving," she said to me with a giggle as I adjusted
her leg straps. Her remarks, of course, were the last
thing I needed while trying to maintain my composure - I
was immediately struck by a mental image of her perfect
form, suspended just slightly off the ground with her
muscular legs spread apart and her large breasts jutting
from between the straps. Her attire hadn't left a whole
lot to the imagination, but it did leave me wondering if
she merely trimmed her pussy hair or had shaved it off
completely. Trying not to be too obvious about it, I
adjusted the hardon that was forming in my pants and
grabbed my goggles and altimeter.
As we walked out to the airplane another tandem master
nudged me in the ribs, nodding in her direction. If Heidi
had noticed the gesture, she didn't let on. I think she
was having enough fun toying with me as it was. Vickie
was also on her way to the airplane, with her instructor,
a young kid named Rick who had just gotten his tandem
rating a few months ago. She was keeping a watchful eye
on Heidi; she had that dour look again and I still
couldn't figure out what it meant.
When we got out to the waiting airplane, I reviewed with
Heidi how we were going to exit the aircraft and went
through the general sequence of events. We then started
up the ladder into airplane, Heidi directly in front of
me. I couldn't help but keep my eyes on her tight ass as
we climbed in, imagining my hands reaching up to cup the
firm globes that were hidden beneath her jumpsuit and
tightly encased in the leg straps of her harness. The
ladder is only about four or five steps, but Heidi was
seeming to have a hard time with it, and at one point she
fell back onto me, sending the object of my lecherous
looks into my crotch as I caught her. She gave me a
little wiggle and a mischievous smile as I helped her up
and through the door.
We buckled into the airplane with the other passengers
and were soon underway. A cheer erupted as the aircraft
left the ground, then one of the instructors began joking
with his student. "Hmmm... I wonder if I remembered to
take my medication this morning," he shouted and waved
his arms wildly. His student just rolled her eyes at his
obvious attempt to lessen the nervous excitement all of
the first-time jumpers were experiencing.
Heidi is quiet through all this. I am sitting behind her
on the bench that runs down the center of the plane, and
she is leaning back against me. I stare out the window
and she leans her head back onto my shoulder. I look down
at her, wondering if she was trying to ask me something,
but she just smiles.
A short while later we're at fourteen thousand feet,
hooked up together and hanging out of the door. I give
the count, "ready... set... GO!" and we fall away from
the airplane. Heidi does as she's been told and we have a
nice, stable, exit. It's a beautiful spring day and we
can see for a hundred miles. The feeling is exhilarating
as the air rushes past us at 120 miles per hour. We're
freefalling.
I check in with Heidi and note that she is clearly
enjoying herself. We do a slow 360-degree turn in order
to take in the scenery. The green midwestern farmland
stretches out in every direction, as far as the eye can
see. An occasional stream or man-made lake dots the
landscape. As we get closer to the ground, I look down
and can make out the cars, planes, and people wandering
around the small airport.
Both Heidi and myself are enjoying the ride, and I want
it to last as long as possible. "OK, nice slow wave-off,
give it a few seconds, OK, I better pull now," I think to
myself and reach back for the ripcord.
WHACK! I feel the living crap slammed out of me and look
up to see that "ball of shit" parachute I hadn't
previously given any thought to. I count at least three
broken lines and we're in a violent spin to the right. It
takes only a second or two for me to react. I shout "OK,
now arch again" in Heidi's ear, then grab at the two
handles on either side of my chest. "Look, grab, look,
grab, peel, punch, peel, punch" - the training that's
been beaten into me comes back instinctually.
I feel us drop away from the malfunctioning main
parachute and things momentarily get real quiet before
the wind starts to rush up past us again. What was
probably four seconds feels like minutes before I start
to feel something happening above me, then I look up to
see the most beautiful bright yellow canopy in the world.
I look down and realize that I'm probably no higher than
1500 feet. Low. I can see the people down on the ground
scrambling around - the students are probably wondering
what happened, the instructors are probably giving their
opinion on what they would have done, the staff are
probably chasing after the main. My mind returns to the
job at hand and I ask Heidi how she is doing.
"Oh... my... GOOOOOOOOD!" Heidi shouts. Her body goes
totally tense and she throws her head back into mine,
giving me a bloody lip. Then she goes limp and shifts
around in the harness, breathing heavily. At first I
worry that she's hurt, then I wonder if it's fear, but
then I realize what really happened and blush slightly.
She just had a massive orgasm. Maybe she's aware that we
just had to use our reserve parachute; maybe the
adrenaline rush of the skydive itself was enough to
release the sexual tension that she had so expertly built
up over the past hour. In either case, she is now
writhing back against me in mid-orgasmic ecstasy.
I again ask her if she's OK and offer to loosen the
harness slightly to help the blood flow to her legs.
We're at about 1000 feet and I'm starting to set up our
landing pattern. She is coming back to her senses and I
hand her the student steering toggles, reminding her that
she's got to get her legs up for the landing. The rubber
band that had held her hair tight for the skydive has
come off at some point, and her soft blonde hair is
blowing back into my face. There are beads of
perspiration on the back of her flushed neck. I've
forgotten all about the fact that I'm under my reserve
parachute instead of my main, entranced once again by the
sexual energy being radiated by this beauty.
Despite the plethora of distractions fighting for my
attention, I'm able to put us down dead center in the
landing area. Mike, the DZO and the rigger who packed my
reserve, is waiting for us there. He hands me a Hefty
sack in which I'm to collect my gear so that he can
repack it. "Good job. You owe me a bottle of rum."
Tradition states that the rigger gets a bottle of his
favorite alcoholic beverage if you use the reserve he
packed. I figure Mike is looking forward to the rum but
otherwise irritated that his operation isn't running
flawlessly. He grunts and wanders back towards the hangar
to deal with the next interruption.
Vickie is also waiting for us; the irritation has faded
from her face to be replaced by something else. Before I
can even unhook Heidi, she runs up and wraps her arms
around both of us. She had been out of the airplane on
the first pass over the drop zone; she must have landed
and been watching us from the ground when I had to
cutaway. I wonder for a moment if she had seen Heidi's,
umm... response to the events.
Heidi and Vickie are whispering something to each other,
which despite my proximity I can't quite make out.
Vickie's embrace loosens only after she whispers in my
ear, "the three of us need to talk." She lets go and I
unhook Heidi's harness from the now-spent tandem rig.
Heidi takes Vickie's hand and the two of them turn back
towards the hangar without so much as a word to me. As
they walk away, Vickie turns back and gives me a smile.
This time, she is playing the part of the flirtatious
one.
"Isn't that always the case?!? They shake their tits at
you until you save their life, then they lose all
interest." Rick is standing next to me, shaking his head.
He walks on, and it occurs to me that perhaps Vickie's
smile was meant for him. But then again what was that
business about me, her, and Heidi needing to talk?
So now I'm standing by myself in the middle of the
landing area, wondering aloud what the hell just
happened. The excitement of my cutaway has faded; people
are returning to whatever it was they were doing
beforehand, mostly sitting around and bullshitting with
each other. I neatly stow everything in Mike's Hefty sack
and lug it over my shoulder back into the hangar.
I'm in something of a stupor as I drop the rig at the
manifest desk and gruffly tell the girl there to deal
with it. My own adrenaline rush is beginning to wear off.
This wasn't the first time I've gone for my reserve, and
I doubt it will be the last, but it still is enough to
make me want to sit down and rest for a few minutes
before going up again. I grab a Coke and head back out to
the picnic table in front of the hangar.
No sooner do I sit down than I feel a hand on my shoulder
and a warm breath in my ear. It's Heidi. She asks softly
if there's somewhere more private we can go, and I turn
around. I had been somewhat calm and collected when she
was flirting with me before, but now I feel like a
blathering idiot. I manage to spit out something about
the river that runs next to the airport, and she heads
off in that direction.
I follow her, getting about twenty paces before realizing
that I left my soda back at the picnic table. I turn back
- hey, I'm really thirsty - to see that Vickie is a few
steps behind me.
"What, did you change your mind?" she asks. She has
changed her shirt - she's still wearing the same baggy
pants, but now with a tight-fitting green t-shirt instead
of the flannel she was hiding in before. Her belly button
peeks out from below the hem of the shirt, and my earlier
suspicions about her having a nice body are proved
correct as I check out her flat stomach and firm breasts.
Her tits are not as large as Heidi's, a little more than
a handful apiece, but they are perfectly proportioned for
her form. The irritated look on her face has been
replaced by a twinkle in those amazing green eyes.
"What is there to change my mind about?" I ask with a
grin. I'm still totally confused, but the daze is wearing
off. To put it another way, blood has once again begun to
flow to my dick.
"Follow me." Vickie commands as she walks past me and
catches up to Heidi. I take one look at the two of them
and figure I would be a total moron not to comply.
We walk down this little path that runs between the river
and the airport. I take the lead, and we head into a
fairly secluded clearing. On warm summer nights I
sometimes camp down here, so I know there's soft grass
and a good canopy of trees protecting us from prying
eyes. I have a faint idea of what these two ladies might
be up to and I don't want any distractions.
No sooner do we step into the clearing than I turn around
and find the two of them locked in each other's arms,
kissing passionately. They break the kiss and step closer
to me, still arm in arm. "What, have you never seen a
lesbian before?" Vickie asks me and both girls start
laughing. At this point my jaw must have been somewhere
down around my ankles.
Heidi steps up against me and places her hand on my
crotch. "Well, maybe we're not strictly lesbians. At
least, that was what we were fighting about this
morning."
She exchanges a knowing glance with Vickie and the day's
earlier events start to make sense - Heidi's flirtatious
behavior, Vickie's dirty looks.
Vickie chimes in, "you probably think I'm a real bitch. I
thought you were a total asshole, until you had to go and
save my lover's life. She got off on it, too!" I guess
Vickie HAD noticed Heidi's reaction. Well, at least that
explains the sudden change in attitude.
Heidi blushes. Her hand is still on my crotch, she now
leans in and kisses me. I return the kiss. Our tongues
swirl around in each other's mouths and I put my arm
around her waist. She is nibbling on my lower lip,
probably tasting the blood from where she slammed her
head into mine. I trace my hand from the small of her
back up her spine, settling my palm on base of her head.
My fingers are gently stroking the side of her neck as I
pull her closer to me. Heidi responds by sucking my
tongue deep into her mouth.
Our mouths separate after what feels like ages, and I
glance over to see Vickie looking at us with a smirk. She
approaches and I wrap my other arm around her midsection.
As I do so, she removes Heidi's hand from my crotch and
replaces it with her own. Heidi had been gently gripping
my member, now Vickie is stroking, teasing, cupping my
balls and then gently working her ministrations up and
down my shaft. She bites onto my earlobe tenderly as she
does so, and I can feel her soft breath on the side of my
face. Vickie's brown hair smells faintly of cinnamon; I
am enjoying the closeness of the two girls.
Heidi's hand is now on Vickie's breast, stroking Vickie's
nipple through the fabric of her t-shirt. I have to
release my grip on Heidi to reach around and grab
Vickie's hand. "Slow down," I say softly, not wanting to
immediately blow my load on what is absolutely the most
erotic experience of my life. I'm wondering how far these
girls are going to take this.
I worry that perhaps it's already gone too far when
Vickie breaks the embrace and turns around. Instead of
walking away, however, I see her pull her t-shirt over
her head and throw it into the bushes at the edge of the
clearing. She turns back around to face us, her hands
covering her breasts. She spreads her fingers and then
quickly closes them, giving Heidi and I a quick peek of
her flesh. She then turns to the side and drops the hand
closest to us, revealing a side view of her erect nipple,
before replacing her hand and turning towards us once
again.
I glance at Heidi and notice the strip tease is having
the same effect on her as it is on me. Her neck is once
again flushed and I can see her breathing has increased.
One hand has absently dropped to her crotch.
Vickie drops her hands and steps up to me, pressing her
body against mine. I can feel the heat of her pussy even
through the layers of clothing that still stand in the
way. We kiss, our lips first resting on one another's for
a few seconds before I let my tongue lazily slip into
Vickie's mouth. Her arms come up to my shoulders,
wrapping around my neck.
Heidi has walked around behind me and I am sandwiched
between the two girls. Heidi's hands fondle Vickie's
naked torso, going from her hips, up to the sides of her
breasts, moving in circles on her back, and then settling
on her hips again. Vickie and I are still pressed closely
together, and Heidi extends the caresses to include me.
Now she is running her hands up my sides, forward to
Vickie's underarms and down past Vickie's trim abdomen.
My shirt has come untucked, and as Vickie and I continue
to swap saliva, Heidi's hands are now moving up and down
my bare skin.
My kiss with Vickie breaks, and Heidi reaches forward
under my shirt and tweaks my nipples. Her hands draw
arbitrary patterns on my chest, fingernails lightly
grazing my skin. Vickie tugs my shirt upward and we are
all forced to break contact as I help her pull it over my
head. It gets thrown into the trees on the opposite side
of the clearing as where Vickie's shirt landed. I laugh
to myself at the notion that it's going to take us a
while to find all of our clothing when we're done.
I feel hands on my hips. Heidi turns me around to face
her, and I see that she too has shed her top. Her huge
tits aren't sagging at all - the skin is soft and firm
and there isn't a hint of a tan line. As I ogle her bare
breasts, she reaches for my belt and undoes it. My pants
are at my ankles and there is an enormous tent in my
boxers.
Now Vickie is the one with her arms reaching around me
from the rear. Heidi pulls my head to her breast and I
have to drop down onto one knee to level myself with the
shorter girl's tits. I run my tongue in smooth arcs,
first licking the underside then using the tip of my
tongue to tease her nipple. My lips wrap around the
nipple and I suck lightly, earning me a loud moan from
Heidi's luscious lips.
I feel my head being pulled away from Heidi's breast and
Vickie orders me to "lie down." It's the first words any
of us have spoken in the past five minutes. I lie back on
the grass and prop myself up on my elbows.
Vickie is giving a performance similar to mine upon
Heidi's breast. As she does so, she tugs at Heidi's
shorts, pulling them down with some effort. Heidi isn't
wearing any underwear and I am once again rewarded with
the answer to an earlier question: Heidi's pubic hair has
been shaved bare. Once again I see no hint of a tan line.
I watch as Vickie teasingly moves her kisses from Heidi's
breast down to her belly button, then back up again, then
down a little lower, then back up again. "Oh, eat me
already!" Heidi exclaims breathily in response to this
tease. Vickie complies and I see her mouth lock onto
Heidi's privates.
As Vickie kneels in front of Heidi, performing
cunnilingus on her sultry companion, Heidi's gaze is
locked firmly with mine. I feel like I'm going to explode
as I watch her mouth open into an "O" and listen to her
make soft, gasping moans. She clutches at Vickie's hair
and her knees start to buckle - I worry that the two of
them are going to fall over backwards as I see Vickie
increase the pace of her licks. Heidi's volume increases
and she comes for the second time that afternoon with an
"Oh...my...GOD!!!"
Vickie's mouth separates from Heidi's vagina and she
quickly rises to embrace Heidi. Vickie sets Heidi down
next to me - I extend an arm around Heidi and she presses
up against me. Vickie drops her pants; like Heidi, she is
wearing no underwear and has shaved her sex bare. Her
pussy lips are swollen and she is glistening with
moisture.
Vickie straddles my face and I immediately began
pleasuring her orally. My tongue darts back and forth,
zigzagging against her lips, plunging into her hole,
teasing her clitoris. In contrast to Heidi's moans,
Vickie expresses her satisfaction at the job I'm doing
with soft whimpers and by grinding her crotch in time
with my licks. She tastes sweet and clean; there is just
a hint of sweat.
Heidi has recovered from her orgasm and pulls my shorts
off. I have to lift my thighs to help her, never pausing
the lip service I'm paying Vickie. The voluptuous blonde
straddles my crotch and I shudder as I feel her hand
guide my penis to her. My hands rest on her hips as she
sinks slowly down onto me. We are in the classic menage a
trois position; the two lovely ladies are kneading each
other's tits and kissing passionately.
Slowly at first, and then picking up pace, Heidi begins
moving her hips up and down. Her velvet tunnel is wrapped
tightly around my swollen cock. I try not to concentrate
on the amazing sensations below my waist, letting Heidi
do all the work and focusing instead on the pleasure I'm
giving Vickie. I want this to last as long as possible.
Vickie comes after a minute or so, grinding into me and
sucking on Heidi. I feel like I can't breathe - I am
surrounded by heavenly flesh gyrating in every direction.
I lose track of where I am, who I am, and which way is
up. My orgasm comes in waves and I shoot what feels like
rivers of cum up into the blonde vixen. We all collapse
into a heap of bodies and try to recover our breath.
"I told you this could be fun," Heidi says softly. The
girls have somehow managed to arrange themselves on
either side of me, their heads resting on my chest. I
have no idea how long we've been lying there - the sun
is starting to set, so we must have been at this for a
while.
Vickie doesn't respond immediately; I figured she was
asleep, but then she finally spoke up. "Yeah, when you're
right, you're right. I guess I should have known to
listen to you, after all you're such a slut."
Heidi gives Vickie a playful slap on the ass and then
stands up. "Where the hell are our clothes?" she asks and
all three of us break into laughter. Sure enough it takes
us a few minutes to gather our things. It takes us a few
minutes longer to compose ourselves before wandering back
to the drop zone.
Nobody had really noticed that we've been gone. I'm sure
everyone figured that Vickie and Heidi had gone home and
I was out recovering from my earlier excitement. I make
sure to get the girls' numbers before they leave. Despite
the fact that they live two hours north of the airport
and I live two hours to the south, we all agreed that we
will get together again soon. After all, how could they
could forget about me after I saved Heidi's life?
** Epilogue:
It was about ten o'clock that evening when I was once
again sitting around the picnic table with the guys. We
were done jumping, the parachutes were packed away, and I
had managed to come up with that bottle of rum that I
owed Mike. Some combination of the camping lantern and
the booze was creating strange shadows on the side of the
hangar. We watched them as we sat together and told
wildly exaggerated stories of our experiences on and off
the drop zone.
Somebody observed that I had been remarkably quiet all
evening;
I got some good-natured teasing about scaring myself on
my reserve ride. "Next time maybe you won't pull so low."
Mike said. He had relaxed somewhat from earlier in the
day, but he was still playing the part of the DZO.
"Hey, where'd yah disappear to after that, anyways?"
someone asks. "Yeah, did your passenger have to give you
a special thanks for rescuing her?" someone else chimes
in with a nudge. In response, I simply shrug. The urge to
tell the story is fighting with the voice in my head that
reminds me no one will believe it.
Before I have time to decide whether or not to speak up,
somebody else makes a lewd remark and the discussion
quickly passes me by. I guess I'm tired; I barely hear
the graphic descriptions of what people imagined Heidi
looked like under that tank top and the bullshit claims
that they had gotten her phone number.
What finally snaps me back to reality is Rick's remark.
"She would have made a great DZW," he says woefully.
"Hey, so what's the difference between a DZO and a DZW?"
somebody else starts...
The End.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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