Loosening Up Bk. 03 Ch. 01-04 - Growth

Chapter 4 - Achievement

"November 8-2-4-8 Golf is downwind for runway nine at Circle Airport."

Dave picked up the handheld radio, "4-8 Golf, no reported traffic." He heard two clicks indicating that Alice had heard his reply. He walked out onto the front porch of the home on the Circle and looked towards the northwest just in time to see the Cessna 172 make a descending turn onto base leg for runway 27. He noted that the headlight was on for increased visibility.

A second later he heard, "4-8 Golf turning final, runway two-seven at Circle Airport. Full stop landing."

Pam and Ken were waiting at the hangar for Alice and the FAA Flight Examiner to return from the forty-minute flight they'd taken. Pam would then take over control of the plane for her examination.

The plane made a perfect flare and landing, just kissing the runway in a very soft landing. Dave knew enough to note there was a mild crosswind. He wanted to walk down to the hangar and see what was happening, but Alice and Pam had both pleaded with him and the other Circle members not to show up there. The both had a case of severe nervousness at the examinations.

Dave heard the radio squawk about ten minutes later with Pam talking this time. "November 8-2-4-8 Golf is back-taxiing on runway nine at Circle Airport for takeoff on 2-7."

Again, Dave gave the 'No known traffic' response as he surveyed the sky in all directions. Seconds later, he heard the roar of the small engine, and then saw the four-place Cessna hurl down the runway and rise sharply into the air. He'd been schooled to be able to tell Pam must have been asked to do a short-field takeoff. After her sharp rise, she adjusted to a lesser angle of climb and departed the traffic pattern.

The golf cart careered up the narrow road from the hangar area. Alice was driving and Ken was holding on for dear life. She came to a screeching halt right in front of where Dave stood.

Alice got out and threw herself in her husband's arms. She screamed and at the top of her lungs said, "I'M A PILOT." She kept repeating the phrase.

Off to the side, Ken was laughing as he dismounted from the cart. Dave looked at the man with a smile. "Thanks for making her achieve her dreams."

Ken laughed, "Oh, we've only started. Now she can carry passengers on good weather days, but we've got to make her an all-weather pilot, get her commercial rating which will help make her a safer pilot, and then we'll move on into more and more ratings in higher performance aircraft."

Dave chuckled, "This is going to cost me a lot, huh?"

Ken smiled. "It's probably not the most expensive hobby, but it is up there. Just so you know, you will be buying an airplane sometime soon. Nobody said anything, but this is the usual path to ownership."

"Thanks. I assume we can count on you to help be sure we're not being ripped off."

"At your service. I recommend an F-35, but I don't know what they're fetching on the used aircraft market; probably around twenty million."

"Oh, a jet rating!" Alice crooned as she pulled the two men around the side of the house towards the patio.

As soon as she hit the patio, Alice again spread her arms and spun around, "I'M A PILOT." The assemblage of Circle members on the patio had expected the pronouncement, so rushed to congratulate the accomplishment of their colleague and lover.

Ken excused himself about a half-hour later, and took the golf cart back to the hangar to wait for the return of Pam and the examiner in the singe-engine craft. They appeared moments later, and, of course, Pam had passed the flight test with flying colors. She also went through some of the same theatrics that Alice had only an hour earlier.

After Pam reached the patio, a large sheet cake in the shape of a small airplane appeared with Alice and Pam's names on the wings and a large pronouncement of 'Congratulations' across the face of the cake. Despite it being before dinner, most everybody had a piece of cake, including Matthew.

Matthew kept asking for an airplane ride, and extracted promises from his two 'moms' that had just become full-fledged pilots to take him on a ride in the near future. To him that meant tomorrow."

Alice and Pam's euphoria from passing their flight tests carried on through dinner, and then into the evening. At bedtime, Dave found himself with two excited and horny new pilots. He'd anticipated their feelings of joy, and did everything in his power to prolong and enhance their experience, by providing a glorious end to the day through his sexual prowess and their desire.

Dave awoke a few minutes before Alice and Pam, who'd slept on either side of him. He studied their beautiful faces still asleep and waiting for the jarring ring of the alarm clock. In anticipation of the clock, he kissed Alice awake and said, "I love you. You're a pilot."

Alice broke into a huge grin.

He repeated the exercise with Pam and got a similar response. Everyone was up early, so Dave made a point to feed the two hungry 'pilots' before they went off to their duties: Alice to her new job, and Pam to the den to work on a couple of proposals for work at some of the countries utility companies.

Matthew, of course, had remembered the commitments from Mom2 and Mom3 to take him for a ride in the airplane they flew. His interpretation of the remark meant that morning. Alice did some fancy footwork to explain that she had to go to her regular job for the day and that Pam had important work to do as well, and neither would be able to fly him around. She told him, that within the next thirty days he'd get his ride. That commitment meant that she had to help him count to thirty and show him the calendar. He was disappointed but resigned to his fate.

Ken dropped out of the sky during breakfast to again congratulate his students. The three of them had an animated discussion about their instrument rating and how fast that could be accomplished if they continued on at their present rate. Ken assured them that things could go a little faster, but that there'd be more 'dual time' with him as the instructor. He also suggested more night hours for each of them.

Ken then had an idea. "Of course, if you want to accelerate your instrument rating, you could go off and take a condensed course at one of the major flight schools. I know it'll help a huge amount if you've taken the written test before you start the flight training."

"Where would you go?"

"There are multiple places in just about every state. They each have to comply with certain FAA rules, but the idea is that you concentrate on the flying and skill build up. They usually end with the flight test, just like you have for your private pilot's certificate yesterday, only the whole thing is under the hood. Most likely more of what you got; the examiner puts the plane in unusual attitudes and you are expected to recover. You'll also have to show her or him that you understand FAA rules and regs for instrument flight. Check out some on the Internet, tell me what you're looking at, and I'll check them out through my back channels. I have some friends in the business, too."

Later in the day, both Pam and Alice took a few minutes to look at accelerated instrument flight training on the Internet. Unbeknownst to each of them, they each picked their favorite and a backup.

Ken wasn't teaching in the evening, so he showed up for cocktails and dinner. Increasingly, he was rooming in the Prentiss' guest bedroom that had originally been designed for Owen until his house got completed. Ken wanted to formalize the arrangement, but Dave just kept telling him to stay and not worry about anything. Ken only went home, which was nearer to Sky Ranch, when he had early morning lessons, charter flights, or a shift at the desk at Sky Ranch.

After dinner, Ken presented Alice and Pam with study kits he'd put together to help them prepare for the instrument written test. He urged them to do it soon since they already had a lot of the basics down having just completed their private pilot's tests.

Alice told how she'd done a little research and picked a couple of flight schools. Pam looked surprised but said that she had as well. Alice said, "My criteria turned out to be that they had good motel accommodations nearby, an instrumented runway, and a program that looked like it could be completed within twelve days, assuming we'd arrive on a Monday and finish Friday week."

Pam said, "That's what I did. I ended up with my first pick at a flight school at the Ashville, North Carolina Regional Airport."

Alice's jaw dropped open, "So did I. Smokey Mountain Flight School?"

"Yeah. REALLY. God, the more time we spend together, the more we think alike."

Alice said, "There's a place called the Airport Motel right across the street from the flight school."

Pam added, "And their runways are fully rated for Cat 1 approaches as well as GPS and non-precision."

Ken was laughing, "And Doug Quigley, the guy that runs Smokey Mountain Flight School, just happens to be one of my oldest friends. I'd trust him with anything I had, even you two. I can call him and find out how busy he is."

The three of them were all laughing at that point. The stars had aligned on this one. Alice said it, "We're being led by some paranormal force on this decision."

The next two weeks Alice and Pam each crammed about a thousand pages of written material related to meteorology, flight rules, and instrument flying in preparation for the FAA's written test. They both showed up at the test center on a Monday morning, after an intense study weekend and aced the test with grades in the high ninetieth percentile.

Two weeks after that on a Sunday afternoon, Alice and Pam flew together to Ashville in the Cessna 172 they'd been schooled on for their private pilot's licenses to begin an intensive two weeks of instruction for their instrument ratings.

* * * * *

Jack Anders stood in front of the growing membership of the Circle. Behind him stood an easel with a large artist's rendition of a modern two-story townhouse with the same exterior design as the homes on the Circle. The picture looked like a drone photograph taken looking across the existing circle of homes towards the airport. Jack had sited the eight unit residential building just after the turn from Circle Drive onto the airport access road and further on, the somewhat secret rear entrance to the compound.

Christie was bouncing on her seat, "I have to say, I love this. I saw this a few days ago when Jack was working on it and I was over at his studio. I've had lots of time to think about it and study the floor plan. I think this is just perfect for me. I wish I'd thought ahead to something like this rather than the house. I'm kicking around inside there, except when I have visitors ... which I always seem to have. Hmmmmm!"

Dave teased, "That's because you're so much fun to play with."

Christie gave him a big grin. "You can play in my playground anytime you want." She stood and made a somewhat gross gesture across her bikini clad pussy with her hand. The others in the room laughed as Dave blushed. Christie didn't have a shy bone in her body.

Ty called the membership meeting back to order. "So, at this point, we've accepted Dale and Susan Harnett as affiliate members, with the understanding that they'll move to full members once they assume ownership of Christie's home on the Circle. Christie will move into the townhouse."

Alice asked Christie, "So, you'll wait to sell and move until the townhouse is finished?"

Christie smiled, "No. Actually, we've already got a real estate lawyer working on the transaction. I'm selling as soon as Dale and Susan sell their home outside D.C., then I'm going to continue living in the house with them, just like Holly lives with Aaron and Shelby. I'll move out, to somewhere else, just before Susan has her baby."

Susan spoke up and teased, "Or, you could become a nanny."

Christie thought for a moment, "THAT proposition I'll have to think long and hard about." Her tone indicated that the profession was far from anything she'd be interested in.

Dave teased again, "There she goes again -- long and hard, that's what she needs."

Christie flipped him the bird with a smile. "My playground is available after this meeting, and probably just what Mr. Happy needs." More laughter prevailed.

Ty rapped on the table with a pen to get things on track again. "Are there any reservations about any aspect of the townhouse? It's design, location, size, or floor plans or layout?"

Jack added, "Or the anticipated building schedule. This'll take longer than the houses. We're not putting on a full court press, but we are using the same contractor that built this core in record time, and he hopes to beat the schedule. We're ready to submit plans and applications for permits to the township tomorrow, if you all approve."

Everyone looked around at each other to see whether anybody had anything to say.

Ty said, "By a show of hands, and keep holding them up, how many approve the plans?" Ty counted hands. He announced, "By unanimous vote, the townhouse is approved. The cohousing project will expand by eight further units even though we don't have residents for about half of them."

Dave said, "On a related matter, I would like to solicit input to me on the growth and expansion of the Circle. With the addition of Dale and Susan, we now have twenty-six members or affiliates: eleven men and fifteen women. Based on the discussions and commitments already made, Ken, Nancy, Holly, and Christie will take over four of the eight units in the townhouse. That potentially means that other singles or couples could assume ownership of the other four units, bringing out numbers up close to thirty or more. What do you think about that? Should we change our membership criteria? Is there some upper limit or do you think we've reached it? What next?"

Owen gasped, "You want all that right NOW?"

"Oh, no," Dave replied. "I mean over the next couple of WEEKS. The subject came up in our executive committee meeting preparing for this meeting, and we just want to get input on the subject to see if further action is required."

Owen nodded. "Got it. Sorry. I thought that was a very tall order."

Ty called for any other New Business on the agenda, but no one said anything further. Jack went and sat down, leaving the easel and rendition set up for closer examination. The member meeting was adjourned.

Christie bounced over to Dave, "Hi. I was serious. You and I haven't been together for a long time -- like two or three weeks. I want to be with you again. I have to go to work at ten, but we have a couple of hours?"

Dave reached out and hugged the hot woman to his body. She ground her hot little stripper mound into his groin, making him rise instantly. She was such a sexpot. "Yes, I always want to be with you. You turn me on tremendously, and I know you leave a trail of wet peckers behind after you dance and do lap dances at the club."

She pulled him, "Come to my place. Dale and Susan are going to stay and talk to some of the others. We can be alone for a while so we can concentrate on each other."

Christie had removed the man's shirt she wore before the couple had walked around the pool to go into her house. She tossed the shirt on a chair just inside the door to her house, and then paused and removed the Day-Glo orange bikini bottoms that called attention to her pussy and to her fabulous looking ass.

Dave dropped his shirt and athletic shorts atop her clothing. Christie led him to the living room sofa and pushed him down. She knelt on the plush carpeting in front of him and sucked in his tumescent shaft. She moaned to signal her satisfaction with what she was doing. Dave moaned at the sudden sexual stimulation and the sight picture of Christie looking up at him with his cock balls deep in her mouth and throat.

He'd tried to figure out whether he was an ass man, a leg man, or obsessed with women's boobs. After months of research, he decided that what he focused on depended on who the woman was and what she was putting on display. The answer could change for a pretty girl depending on how she was dressed or undressed.

Christie undressed, he decided, was not unlike Alice -- she was a 'whole package' woman: gorgeous legs that were sculpted to a fine edge, inviting hips, a 'caboose' that couldn't have been formed any better for catching a man's eye, breasts that had been carefully enhanced to model quality, and a face that God had smiled on. Last, there was her pussy. Wow!

Further, Christie loved Dave. He felt so lucky. Her head bobbed up and down on his dick, as her tongue and throat worked wonders on raising his attention and passion.

Dave coaxed her up on the sofa next to him, making out with her until she broke away and returned to slavering over his erect shaft. He knew this about her; she loved to suck on men's cocks, especially his. At least in this position, he could reach under her and touch her most intimate body parts -- the parts she'd be flashing at an audience of horny men in about two hours.

Dave teased, "You want me to leave you dripping with a full load of cum. I can fill you up so you'll leak from now until the middle of next week."

Christie didn't stop sucking but gave him an evil eye. He laughed. She had to show up at the club in pristine condition; the condition that men would want to find her in when they wanted to fuck her. Of course, she wouldn't fuck any of them, but she'd create the illusion that she was available, horny, and willing.

She'd hope that after her fifteen- or twenty-minute dance on stage, that the men would want to buy a lap dance from her. She'd make a couple of hundred from a good strip on the stage on a good night, but if she could become the go-to girl in the club for lap dances that night, she could pick up another five or six hundred, especially if it was a weekend night.

Christie pulled off of his cock after deep throating his mammoth shaft. She straddled his legs, spreading her own legs to the outside of his, and then lowering herself onto his diamond-hard erection. They both moaned as his cock penetrated her warmth and she nestled her body down on his.

Christie fell into his arms, "Oh, God, Dave. I love you."

"I love you, Christie."

The couple kissed and made out as Dave stroked Christie's all-over tan, focusing on her breasts and her erect nipples, bringing the latter to a state of white hot hardness. She was just at the right height for him to be able to suck and tease her breasts with his mouth, latching onto the nipple and pulled it away from her body until it snapped back, making her moan at the spike of pleasure the sudden release created.

They drew out their lovemaking, each bringing the other to the edge and then backing down. After the fifth time of doing that where Dave stopped all motion, Christie said, "Please take me over the edge next time."

Another voice from the doorway said, "You can cum in my pussy after that. I know Christie doesn't want to be drippy at work."

The two lovers turned and Susan was standing at the doorway with Dale behind her. They were both in the process of stripping away their clothing, but watching the couple's animated and passionate coupling.

Dave built Christie up again, sensing her body, her breathing, the feel of her vagina around his cock, and the look on her face as they stared into each other's eyes with love and lust. He didn't stop this time, taking her to the edge, and then pushing her over by thrusting two of his fingers into her pussy along with his cock. He'd made sure to stimulate her clit as he pumped his cock into her.

Christie exploded and then melted in his arms, "Oooooooooh, God. That's such a wonderful experience. I love you."