5 comments/ 62151 views/ 13 favorites Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 01 By: Romantic1 Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 01 Here I hadn't even started my instrument rating and Josh was drilling me on a complicated approach. I made the requisite turns, reversed the plane's direction from a standard holding pattern, and after re-crossing Gleno started my descent. The weather allowed for a visual approach, however, Josh talked me through the complicated approach. Everything happened so fast. Several times he reached in and pushed the plane lower on the approach. We ran through several checklists depending on our altitude. Finally we were lined up for a six-mile final approach. I noted the airport elevation was 7,815 feet. When I'd descended to about 8,500 feet, Josh said aloud, "My airplane." I finally relaxed but checked to be sure he'd taken positive control of the aircraft. Josh set the plane down on the runway and used the reverse thrusters to slow the plane. He was gentle and used almost the entire 7,000-foot runway to stop. He had me taxi into the Atlantic Aviation center, talking to Tower then Ground then Atlantic as we neared the terminal. A lineman met the jet and with batons directed us to a parking slot next to a larger Gulfstream V. I went through the shutdown checklist with Josh reading the items as I made the appropriate changes on the panel or radios. Once the engines were shut down an eerie silence descended on us. We did some paperwork to document the flight and Josh even made an entry in my logbook of my flying second in command of the jet. I knew THAT would look good when I took my commercial-instrument tests in a prop-driven Cessna. Unlike prior times when we'd flown the jet, this time I accompanied Josh to hear first hand his conversations with the fixed base operator as he ordered fuel, arranged for the jet to be cared for during our eleven day stay, and signed for a rental car. After the flight, I thought how easy all that seemed. Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 02 Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 02 "Oh, I looked all right. I've been hard for the past hour." He made a show of adjusting his generous cock in his slacks. "Lastly," he said, "I really look forward to working with you and Alex on Volume 2." He grinned at me from ear to ear. When we got to the Italian restaurant there was a forty-minute wait for a table. We went into the bar, got seats on bar stools at a small table, and each ordered a chocolate martini. After we were served I reached in my skirt pocket and took out the remote control for the Butterfly I'd worn. I passed the remote to Josh. "What's this?" he said, picking up the plastic remote. He studied the device then said, "Well let me try this and see what happens. It seems to have several controls on it. Hummmm." He turned the device over in his hands adding, "Intensity and On/Off. Let's see what low intensity and 'on' produces." I felt the Butterfly come alive between my legs. He let it buzz for a few moments as I stared at him with a rising sense of passion. "Oh, let's turn up the intensity a little and see what happens," Josh said. The device came alive again and this time I jumped. The pleasure was almost too much. I squeezed my legs together as the device vibrated against me. Then suddenly it stopped. Josh studied the device further. He said, "Why we could turn it up still further but only for a few seconds." My crotch exploded with a shot of pleasure. I know my body filled with adrenalin in response to the stimulation. I looked at Josh but then my eyes closed as the pleasure came to me. Then suddenly the device was quiet. He said, "I think I'll hold onto this for now. We'll see if we can surprise you as the evening goes on." I smiled wanly at him. "Thank you, Lover," I whispered. We sipped our drinks and Josh led the conversation to some of the projects the Foundation sponsored. It took me a few minutes to disengage from the sexual stimulation I'd been feeling and become a conversational partner. Then just as I'd asked Josh about his criteria for additional donors to the Foundation, my Butterfly triggered. I looked at him with my mouth hanging open almost in disbelief. The pleasure went on and on. He just looked at me, watching me with amusement. I had to set my drink down then I had to grab the edge of the table. I squirmed on my seat. Then as suddenly as it began, the pleasurable vibrations stopped. I thought, "This is the best invention known to womanhood. ANY woman would want one of these, even if she gave the remote control to a sadist like Josh." Josh prattled on about looking for multi-millionaires that fit a particular profile: they weren't known to be existing philanthropists or they had already shown interest in some way in one of the project areas that the Foundation was sponsoring. He talked a bit about how he could find out the background of anyone whose net worth exceeded ten million dollars. As Josh talked I just hoped and prayed that he'd turn my Butterfly back on. Then it hit me again. Fifteen seconds of pleasure and then it stopped. "You bastard," I whispered to him. He smiled nicely to me. The hostess approached our table, "Your dinner table is ready now, please come with me. You may bring your drinks." We followed the shapely young lady to a booth nested in one side of the restaurant. We slid in next to each other and she passed us the menus. I glanced around the restaurant and in a booth across the way from us sat Goldie Hawn and her long-time significant other, Kurt Russell. We were in good company. "What are you going to have, Darling?" Josh asked me a few minutes later after we'd studied the menu. "I think I'm going to have the mushroom ravioli and a salad," I told Josh. Our waitress came to the table with a happy and expectant look on her face; "Hi my name's Allison, and I'll be your server tonight. Can I freshen your drinks or do you want some wine?" Josh looked up at her and said, "I think we'll have a bottle of your Pinot Grigio, the house version, please. And I think we're ready to order." My Butterfly turned on at only a slightly reduced intensity from what Josh had used at the cocktail table. I thought for a second that anyone within fifty feet could hear the buzzing then realized that only I felt the vibration and that there was no sound. Again, my passion started to rise. I had only one thought on my mind suddenly, I wanted to orgasm -- here, now, immediately. The waitress looked at me expectantly, her pen and pad poised to write down my order. I held onto the edge of the table with both hands and somehow found the fortitude to nod towards Josh. "Oh," he said as I flushed from the sexual jolt I'd just had, "the lady will have the mushroom ravioli and the house salad. I will have the eggplant parmesan and a salad, if you please." He negotiated the salad dressings and the waitress left our table with a skewed glance at me as Josh cranked up the intensity. I got closer to my elusive climax and then the vibrations against my clit stopped. "How close are you?" Josh asked in a conversational tone, as though he was asking about tomorrow's weather. "Close enough!" I blurted out back at him. "Another couple like the last one and I'll cum. I'm apt to squirt I'm so worked up. I may also scream or make a scene. Do you remember the orgasm scene from 'When Harry Met Sally'?" "Vividly," Josh replied. "How'd you like that?" "Interesting concept. I suppose that would mean we couldn't come back here again," he speculated. "Yea, probably. Plus I'd worry about seeing any of these people again -- you know, like on the ski slopes or in another restaurant." "There's that to think about," Josh acknowledged. And then the Butterfly fired off again. I think it was on the maximum setting. The little toy ran for thirty seconds and stopped. In that time, I came right to the doorstep. I know I moaned a few seconds into the assault and then closed my eyes as I gripped the edge of the table with all my strength to control my response. When things were quiet for another thirty second, I reopened my eyes and looked all doe-eyed at Josh. "Oh, let me cum. Please. I'll be your slave forever. Just let me cum." He smiled and said, "Oh, here come our salads. Don't they look lovely?" He sat back away from his place setting to allow the waitress to put the large bowl down in front of him. I did likewise and mumbled a 'thank you' to the pretty waitress. I watched Josh's hands, mindful that the remote control was in his jacket pocket and that if either of his hands disappeared I might expect another episode with the Butterfly. He let me finish my salad without interruption. He talked again about finding new donors and how he had several in Europe, the Middle East, and North Africa that he hoped to see sometime over the next year and see if he could get them to augment the Foundations funds. As I began to pay attention to his remarks about the Foundation I saw his right hand slip into his pocket. I waited with a sense of anticipation. A minute then two passed and nothing happened. I'd just started to relax when the Butterfly erupted at maximum intensity. The blast only lasted twenty seconds. I'd become almost limp from the offensive. Josh said conversationally, "I believe there is a relationship between intensity and duration. I think you can stand a low intensity for a longer period of time, perhaps forever, without cuming. However, and based on the last few seconds, a high intensity for a long period would surely bring you to a climax. That's why I turned it off after only twenty seconds; it's not time for that to happen yet." I looked at Josh and quietly pleaded for relief. He just replied, "No not yet." We sipped our wine and Josh talked about the differences between donors in the Muslim world versus Europe. He mentioned some of the customs about dealing with the less fortunate in both worlds. Our dinners came and we were served the rest of our wine. I squirmed in my seat, trying to reposition the Butterfly so that it wouldn't do so much damage to my sexual urges the next time it went off. I wasn't sure whether I'd been successful or not; Josh watched me with interest and no doubt guessed what I attempted. As dinner ended, the Butterfly started again -- at high intensity. This time the toy ran for thirty seconds. My attempt to reposition the device had been remarkably unsuccessful; the little vibrator pushed directly against my clit and was bringing me up the scale to some sort of major event until it stopped. Josh studied me. "Very good," he said. "You lasted through that. You want to cum but you're reluctant to do so in this crowded setting, right?" "Yes, I guess so," I replied through gritted teeth as I backed away from a full climax. Allison appeared at the table and asked, "Can I get you some desserts or coffee?" Josh ordered coffee for both of us. As Allison turned, the Butterfly went off; I moaned and grabbed the edge of the table. Allison turned back and studied me for a second. I shut my eyes. I felt the device go and go and go, and I soared right to the brink. The device stopped. A second later, Josh mopped my brow with his napkin. You have a few beads of perspiration on your forehead, Darling. I thought it was cool in here but it must be warm for you." I thought, "It's not just warm in here, it's 'fucking' hot. And, if you don't let me cum with my Butterfly I am going to find some excuse to fuck the busboy." I smiled at Josh and just said, "Thank you, dear. You're so thoughtful." Allison brought our coffee and I noticed she studied me as she set my cup down. I gave her one of my best smiles and thanked her. We sipped our coffees and watched the crowd dwindle down as the hour got later. Our celebrities across the restaurant left, unmolested by tourists or paparazzi I'm pleased to say. As I took my last sip, the Butterfly kicked into high gear. I moaned and this time the device kept going ... and going. Was this the time I'd find relief? It was! The Butterfly didn't go off after twenty, thirty, forty seconds. It ran and I soared into orbit. Now with eyes closed, my hands gripping the table edge with white knuckles. I exploded into a wonderful Richter 8.0 orgasm with fireworks and multiple tremors throughout every pore of my body. As I crested the vibes against my clit stopped but it was too late; I was over the top. I somehow managed not to scream out my pleasure. I'd become speechless, however, as I savored the after glow from the climax that had raped my body with such loveliness. I opened my eyes and turned to Josh. I leaned in a kissed him. "Thank you," I whispered. He smiled at me then looked up at Allison who stood with the leather wallet containing our credit card and invoice to sign. She looked at me with a thousand questions on her face. Josh explained to her in a serious tone, "She's taking medications for her condition. She keeps having orgasms all the time; hard to keep up with her actually but the medication is starting to work." Allison sighed, "If I had that disease, I'd never take any medication for it. If it's contagious I'd like to spend some time with her and catch whatever it is. Here, I'll write my phone number on the back of your receipt. Call me. Anytime. Please." She turned and walked away abruptly, her pretty little ass actually catching my interest and from the look on Josh's face, his too. Josh slid out of the booth and stood so he could help me up. "Shall we go home?" he asked politely. I stage whispered to him, "If you don't take me home and fuck my brains out, you will have just lost your 'temporary girlfriend'. I'll be back here fucking Allison in the backseat of the car. We made love in front of the fireplace back at Eagle Pines. By midnight I definitely felt most of my brains had been fucked out. Josh did too. We were happy campers when we went to bed. And to think, I still had a box with all these other sex toys in it! As we snuggled into bed together, Josh whispered to me, "Merry Christmas, my love." We kissed. I told him, "This has been the best Christmas ever," and I meant every word of it. Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 02 Josh chuckled and said, "I'm fine -- a little nervous at pleasing the passionate person on my other side that also happens to be my sister, but other than that I'm fine. This is a strange mix of love and sex. We can talk about it tomorrow, but don't have any reservations or hold back because you think I'm having second thoughts." We kissed and nuzzled. I caught his eye and looked deep into his mind; "So you're OK if I fuck Doug's brains out tonight and maybe blow Carl?" Josh's eyebrows nearly rotated up to his hairline. Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 03 This story (in three parts) is the first sequel to "Temporary Girlfriend". It builds on the same characters and continues the storyline, however, this is a standalone story and does not require the prequel. If you read this first and like it, I'm sure you'll enjoy the initial chapters. Many people I received comments from on the original chapters urged me to write about more flying and aviation in my sequels; I aim to please and aviation buffs will find some rich reading here, I hope. As usual the story spans many of the Literotica.com categories so I hope you can find what you are looking for within. Please vote, send your comments and put me in your' favorites' tab. * While we were having coffee after dinner with Carl, Katelyn, Doug and Beth, I moved around the table and pulled another chair up so I could be near Josh. I whispered to him, "Are you OK with where this is all going? I love you and don't want you unhappy by anything I might do." Josh chuckled and said, "I'm fine -- a little nervous at pleasing the passionate person on my other side that also happens to be my sister, but other than that I'm fine. This is a strange mix of love and sex. We can talk about it tomorrow, but don't have any reservations or hold back because you think I'm having second thoughts." We kissed and nuzzled. I caught his eye and looked deep into his mind; "So you're OK if I fuck Doug's brains out tonight and maybe blow Carl -- or vice versa?" Josh's eyebrows nearly rotated up to his hairline. He said, "Well both prospects sound exciting and I'll expect a blow by blow description -- so to speak. You have fun and know I wish I could watch and join in, however, I'll be equally occupied with Katelyn. Come back to our bed when you're through." We kissed again and I moved back to Doug, stopping long enough as I walked around the table to share a kiss with Carl, who looked most pleased. We settled the dinner bill and then took a short stroll around this part of the town. The temperatures were in the twenties and not something I was used to. I started to shiver and Doug held me. He suggested to the others that some of us weren't as warmly dressed at others and that we should head back to the warmth of Eagle Pines. Twenty minutes later I thanked him with a hot kiss in front of the fireplace. Carl finally got the fire roaring again as Beth went around and turned out the lights. Soon the only glow in the luxurious lodge came from the large fireplace. Josh and Katelyn stood looking at the fire, his arms wrapped around his sister. She turned and they kissed. I actually felt a warm glow inside and almost felt the kiss myself. I loved both of them and felt it special that they could finally find some unity and passion in their relationship. Katelyn turned to some of us and said, "Please excuse us. We have some long unfinished business to address." With that she took Josh's hand and led him to the stairs. We watched the two of them head for our bedroom -- one of the master suites in the lodge. As my attention rejoined the others in the room, Doug came in from the kitchen carrying a small tray with a few liqueurs and small glasses on it. He said to the four of us, "I thought it'd be nice to sit and have some additional warmth. What can I serve you? There are other things in the kitchen too." "Oh, I'll have some Grand Marnier," I told him pointing to the short squat dark orange bottle. "I'll have a B&B -- a Benedictine and Brandy," he announced. After Doug took our two glasses, Carl came and took the tray to the other end of the long sofa so he could serve Beth. Doug sat beside me and instead of giving me my glass he took a sip of my liqueur. I was puzzled. He leaned into me and gently pulled my head to his, clearly indicating that I should kiss him. I did and as we kissed I felt his tongue dart to my lips. I opened my mouth to welcome him and then felt him jet the liquid fire of the liqueur into my mouth while still French kissing me." We parted. "Oh, Doug, that is so sexy. Where'd you learn to do that? Do it again," I urged him. I put one of my legs over his and turned my body more completely towards his. He again took a sip of my Grand Marnier and even though I was ready this time, the move gave me the same thrill and stimulation that it had the first time. I could actually feel my vagina clench in a pleasure spasm as he passed me the liqueur, almost as though he had orgasmed in me with the sweet liquid. "Let me do it to you," I said. I reached and picked up his glass. I liked the taste of the B&B. I straddled Doug's legs, my pussy rubbing against the rising lump in his pants, and bent down to kiss him as I held the liqueur in my mouth. He opened as our lips touched and I squirted the juice into his mouth. I felt my pussy spasm again. We kissed and hugged some more. Doug reached up and started to un-do the buttons on my blouse. I stuck my chest out to give him a more cooperative target to work on. As he finished I started working on the buttons of his shirt. Soon we peeled off the layers. I pulled his t-shirt over his head. He undid the snap of my lacy bra and I let it slid down my arms into his lap. We kissed but then I pulled his head down so he would suck on my breasts. I glanced over at Carl and Beth. They'd gotten ahead of us somehow and were almost nude. Beth had a cute figure, however, I had more 'on top' than she did and I thought I might be a treat for Doug in some way. Doug made love to my breasts, initially fondling them then licking and biting around my areolas and nipples. Needless to say, they came to immediate attention. I reached down and stroked the lump in his pants then said to him, "Let's get naked. This fire is too good to waste on clothed people. The heat feels great on skin." "My thoughts exactly," Doug said. We both stood and carefully undid the rest of each other's clothing, allowing it to drop to the floor where we kicked it out of the way. When we were nude, we embraced and kissed deeply again. Doug's manhood easily found its way between my legs where I trapped it against my pussy. We both sort of massaged his sausage, the lubrication from my slit rapidly assisting the process. Finally I reached to the coffee table and took another sip of my liqueur. I approached Doug and jetted some of the warm liquid into his mouth. We toyed with each other's tongues and lips. I went to do it again, however, before I could sip the Grand Marnier I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned into Beth. She moved into me clearly intent on kissing me. I moved to kiss her and quickly received her tongue and a jet of Kahlua -- the coffee flavoring instantly pleasing to the taste, not to mention Beth. As we separated, she looked into my eyes and said, "I've wanted to kiss you all day -- longer; to make love to you ever since we met. Thank you for being here and for being receptive to this type of relationship." I kissed her as the men watched. I told her with a smile, "I've never found anything to challenge my thinking and my emotions as much as relationships and times like this. Josh feels the same way. We'll talk later and we can love after we've worn these men out." I turned to Doug and started to massage his cock, slowing masturbating him as I held Beth's neck to my face for another kiss. I made love to both husband and wife in that instant. Carl came close and I kissed him too, then he kissed Beth and turned her to the sofa. She sat and he lowered himself between her legs so that he could start to tongue her sex and use his fingers to pleasure her. Doug and I watched as two fingers disappeared in her pussy and Carl's tongue thrust into her slit. Beth moaned. I turned to Doug and said, "Please wait, just a minute or two." I knelt next to Beth on the sofa and leaned forward so I could suck on her breasts. As I did her eyes opened and she watched me with a deliriously happy expression on her face. Occasionally I would rise and kiss her lips or nose or eyes -- all in a tender manner. She purred. Doug circled to her other side and duplicated my attention on her other breast, often kissing up to her face. One time the three of us tongued each other. Beth reached out and fondled one of my breasts, running here hands over my smooth skin and pinching my nipples in a way that maximized my erotic feelings for what we were doing. Carl continued the onslaught of her pussy and soon, aided by my aggressiveness at her breasts, she started to cum. At first, her breathing got heavy and louder, then I could feel her fingers squeeze my arm ever so harder as she started to crest. Next her vocalizations became louder; Beth wasn't talking, just groaning and moaning her pleasure to all of us. I thought I felt the temperature of her body change too. She exploded in orgasm -- crying out as the spasms hit. She pulled me to her in a ferocious kiss where I could taste blood. Then Beth went almost catatonic -- her body writhed into a rigid mass of pleasure, she froze in position as the climax washed through her and then collapsed back into the deep cushions in temporary exhaustion. Beth's eyes opened and she looked with such expansiveness and care at Carl, Doug and me. "I love you all so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That was stupendous." She pulled her legs up to her chest so she became a little naked ball of happiness. Carl rose and kissed her, his face covered with her emissions. After their kiss I pulled Carl to me so I could not only kiss him but also lick some of Beth's secretions from his face. I liked Beth's taste and Carl didn't seem to mind my cleaning him up -- in fact he was more than cooperative and kissed me whenever my lips and tongue got near his mouth. As Carl and I kissed, Doug moved behind me, kissing my shoulders and back; his hands wrapped around me to fondle my breasts again. Next I felt Carl's fingers tracing along my lower abdomen and then running along my slit. I felt so sexually moist that I knew he could feel my excitement. He brought his finger up to his mouth and tasted me. "Delicious," he whispered to me as he kissed me. I felt Doug's fingers wrapping around me to also savor my nectar. Soon his digits joined Carl's in running along my slit -- allowing my juices to flow onto their hands. Doug smelled and tasted me as well. Then I felt fingers from two different hands enter my vagina. Oh, how erotic. I moaned as they jointly made their entrance into my body. "Oh, fuck, that's hot. Don't stop!" I told them both. They didn't seem inclined to stop in any case. I threw my head back and leaned against Doug as the two men made love to my body. Then Doug eased me down on the sofa a few feet down from Beth. She watched our loving with interest and contentment from her just completed loving. Doug knelt in front of me and licked up my slit. I about went through the roof. The sensation was spectacular and I told him so in a throaty whisper. He rose and then shuffled in front of me so his erect cock came right to my entrance. In a smooth move he thrust into me, bottoming out as he pushed in. One of the moments that I enjoy so much in sexual intercourse is that first penetration, particularly with a new partner. The feel of a full, hot penis sliding passionately into my vagina is a colossal turn-on for me. Doug's invasion gave me that wonderful feeling and I immediately got close to my own orgasm. I told him, "I'm near. Just to have you inside me -- after all this play, our foreplay -- all this has made me close. Just fuck me quick for a little while." Doug's hips sped up at my urging; his body slapped against mine. A minute later I crested into a magnificent orgasm full of fireworks and shooting stars. I rolled with the feeling letting it wash through me. When I opened my eyes Doug appeared, gently moving his cock back and forth inside me in little motions just to keep his own interest up. I could tell he remained rock hard. He smiled at me. "Someone else would like to share you," he said. Doug pulled out of me with a jerk, his sudden vacancy giving me a jolt of sexual electricity. Carl knelt before me, his erect cock in hand. Then Carl slid into me, sinking his long cock deep down my vagina. I had that same feeling that Doug had given me a moment earlier. I neared a climax again. "Oh, fuck. You're doing it to me too. I'm near again -- so soon. Fuck me. Harder" Carl sped up. I talked to him, "You have to save some for Beth. You want to fuck her too. We all want to fuck each other. Oh ... shit ... I'm ... you're making ... me ... cum again." Another orgasm washed through me. I clutched Carl to my breasts as he pushed himself into me to the maximum. As I floated down Carl pulled himself from my vagina. Neither Doug nor Carl had cum, their stiff rods evidence of their continued ardor. They'd each brought me off, however, and I wanted still more. Doug had sat next to me on the sofa as Carl fucked me, occasionally stroking my skin. I looked at him and he motioned for me to mount him. I rolled myself onto his lap, impaling myself on his erect cock as I did. I started to ride him with great enthusiasm. Much to my surprise I felt Carl behind me. A lubricated finger found my anal opening as I slowed to allow his entry. He pushed his digit into my ass slowly, allowing me to get used to the unusual penetration. After my muscles stopped rejecting his advance, I felt him withdraw. Doug had stopped pumping into me with long strokes; he had me move slowly up and down on him as Carl did something behind me. Next I felt a dollop of lubrication being applied at my anal opening then Carl's cock waded through the gelatinous mix and pushed slowly into my ass. I relaxed and did all the things I could to facilitate his entry. Finally he was in me. Now I had that full feeling double over. I moaned, very loudly as Carl's cock had slid into me. The two men started to pump into me, experimenting to find a frequency and pace that maximized the pleasure for all of us. I started squeaking and shrieking as their organs hit key spots in my anatomy. The pressure of Carl's cock in my rectum pushed Doug's cock right against my G-spot, thus I'd gone into near ecstasy as the two men pumped into me. "Oh fuck me; both of you. Oh, God, I love having all this cock in me at once. I like being fucked in my ass. Carl, you're so good at this -- it feels just right. You're making me hotter than hell. All I want to do is fuck. Doug, you're cock is on my ... G-SPOT!" I yelled. "OH FUCK." The men slammed into me harder and harder, with longer and longer strokes. I screamed again, a long wail as the cocks pumped into me. The combination of cock and Doug sucking and biting at my breasts drove me right up to the edge of delirium. I wailed, "OOOOOH FUCK MEEEEEEE." I was sure they could hear me in town. How we all managed to remain connected is still a mystery to me. We went on and on and the pleasure I felt just became more and more intense. I yelled some more, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMMMING." I slammed myself down on Doug and froze in position. Carl drove his cock up my ass one more time. I could feel both men cum deep inside me. Doug's cock surged fluid into my vagina; Carl's cock twitched mightily as his cum filled my ass. Not only did I cum, I ejected a huge amount of girl juice as my orgasm hit. Beth told me later that it has to do with orgasms triggered more from your G-spot. Whatever or however, I flooded Doug with my ejaculate -- and me too. I'd screamed one last time as I collapsed onto Doug's chest, his cock and Carl's both deep in my body. I purred into Doug's shoulder. Carl massaged my back. Beth had moved beside us and also smoothed me. As I opened my eyes I also found Josh and Katelyn standing behind the sofa. They were both naked and Josh's cock had a slippery sheen to it. "Wow," I said. "Everyone's here -- and you two have been fucking." Katelyn laughed at my observation and said, "Yes, and that's the hardest cum I've ever seen anyone have. When we heard you start to go into orbit, we had to come downstairs and watch." Josh smiled warmly at me. "I knew these guys would take care of you." "You knew I'd be DP'd tonight?" I asked him. He nodded. "This is one of your Christmas presents. I sort of orchestrated it a week or so ago with your cohorts here. " "Then thank you -- thank you all. I've never, never had such an intense orgasm." I wiggled my body over Doug's hips in an appreciative manner. "I'm still feeling little aftershocks." "Probably has to do with feeling comfortable with where you are, who you're with, and all the foreplay you've indulged in all day -- all evening -- even all week," Doug said with a grin. Josh leaned over the sofa and kissed me. "I love you." He paused and added, "Kate and I are going back upstairs. Join us if you want." "No, I'm happy here for now. I may never walk again but you two enjoy. Bye for now," I said, "And thank you again. Thank you all." A minute later, Carl pulled away and I pulled off of Doug, rotating onto my back so I didn't drip cum all over the sofa. Before I could think about getting up or getting some tissues to stem the flow of the juices from my nether region, Beth knelt in front of me and assailed my pussy and ass. I didn't expect her to be there and it caught me by surprise. "Oh, hot damn," I muttered as her tongue caught the first rivulets of cum from each of my orifices. "I love their cum," Beth said as she pulled away from the area momentarily. "Of course, I've eaten lots of it over the past couple of years -- usually from Katelyn's cunt. I like your taste." She paused and thought, lapping here lips then added, "No, I love your taste." She dove back into me, this time extending her tongue deep into my pussy. Fingers milked the fluid from my body onto her tongue. I got hotter and more stimulated again -- it wasn't taking much. When Beth had captured as much cum as she was likely to get from this session, she drove one of her hands into me until it completely disappeared inside me. She twisted and turned her hand as she fisted me. Her knuckles rubbed against my G-spot and my God it triggered intense pleasure. While she did this, she used her tongue on my clit even sucking my enlarged nub into her mouth. I came again ... and again ... and again. I entered a state I'd never been in before where life became one continuous orgasm. I went from one bliss to another with almost no time in between, no afterglow and recovery, just a gentle oscillating from one cum to the next. I let out one very long continuous moan as she helped me move along by doing different things with her mouth, her tongue, her fingers, and her fist. I think the two men started to suck on my breasts somewhere in the middle of my long cum. My eyes were closed but I became aware of additional pleasure from all over my body. And then I felt myself drifting in the dark -- feeling warm and loved. I wondered if an out of body experience felt like this. Were they sexual? Could they be? I drifted around, like a gossamer leaf floating peacefully to the ground. The afterglow consumed me and wrapped me in its love. I felt love from all directions. I lived in love. I gave it and I received it many times over. My eyes fluttered open as I came back to this world. I reclined against Beth who held me in her arms, her legs wrapped around me. Doug had stretched out in front of the fire, his head in my lap. Carl walked in from the kitchen with bottles of water for us all, as well as some blankets. We were all nude. He said, "These are in case anyone wants to sleep here tonight -- in front of the fire." I couldn't talk apparently. Beth took a blanket and said to Carl and Doug, "Megan and I are going to sleep here." Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 03 Both men kissed us softly and tiptoed away and upstairs. "Beth," I found my voice and hoarsely whispered, "I love you." "I love you, Megan." She hugged me. I fell asleep in her arms. * We made love in the middle of the night -- Beth and I did. I mostly focused on her and we both seemed content with the results. After that, we went upstairs. Beth went in to snuggle up to her husband and I spooned in behind Josh, who in turn was spooned behind Katelyn. I don't think he even woke up. In the morning I realized that I was a little sore from our sex play the night before. The guys wanted to ski and so they loaded up the large car and headed off to the ski area. Beth, Katelyn and I stayed behind for 'girl talk.' "Are you OK that I made love to Josh," Katelyn asked me as the guys pulled away from the house. "Yes, absolutely," I responded. "I actually think it's wonderful -- your relationship. Josh and Fiona too." We'd had an abbreviated discussion like this in September but I think it was just checking in to be sure I was all right with their sex. I noted she used the word 'love' but I couldn't recall how she'd described their unions when we were together in September. "Why?" Beth asked with a curious tone. "Most other people would be running in circles screaming 'Incest. Incest.' Why do you feel all right about it?" I answered, "I love to see people love each other. What's the opposite -- dislike or indifference? Those emotions don't take you anywhere good. The fact that I love Josh too just makes it all much better for Josh and even for Katelyn, because I get to love her through him." I went on, "As for the incest, the only argument I can possible see against a sibling relationship is inbreeding and no one is planning that here -- at least not yet. Even if they were, there are ways to test whether a pregnancy is going along all right." I paused and went on, "So that leaves the acceptability of the relationship. I'm not a monogamist and I don't think partners have to be exclusive with each other. I believe in an open marriage --a phrase most people seem to think only involves sex with others." "If there's more to an open marriage, tell us," Katelyn said. "I've heard the term tossed around but I always thought it meant freedom to sleep with whomever you wanted." "OK. An open relationship is democratic, flexible, nurturing and freedom granting. It feels good and it brings you joy. You can talk about anything yet you're sensitive to the needs of your partners. Roles are flexible too. There's no requirement for outside sex so far." "In a closed relationship, someone plays the autocrat -- usually the guy, ordering the little woman to do his bidding. There are rules for just about everything and things are restrictive. The relationship often feels bad to be in or it makes you feel down. You have to bite your tongue about some subjects -- like sex; taboo areas we don't talk about." "I feel more open than closed, but sometimes I feel I'm in a closed relationship," Beth said. "It's a spectrum, really," I said. "Part of it is how you feel about things and part of it is the reality of the situation. Do you know who you are? Do you feel good about yourself? Do you accept yourself? Can you be genuine with others? Do you take time to listen to your inner self and to steer the conversation? Can you be open minded about new subjects or ideas? Do you do things to stimulate your creativity? Do you like sex -- and associate it with love and affection? Do you respect your body and do things to care for it?" I continued, "None of these questions carry black and white answers. The spectrum is a gray scale -- even colored. If you 'think' about the answers to questions like these it'll put you on the right track towards being a whole person. Whole people thrive in open relationships and shun closed relationships. Thus, you guide the kind of relationship you have by who you are." I added, "The fact that you share sexually strongly suggests to me that you are more towards the open end of things than the closed end. It's all a state of flux anyway. I should add I don't think you can be open in one part of your relationship and closed in another part -- it all has to move together." "How'd you and Josh start with an open relationship?" Katelyn asked. "I thought he was all business!" "I'm pretty open about things and it turns out your brother has thought about a lot of these questions too. Somehow he decided that his own growth and expansion couldn't happen in a closed relationship. I think he figured out that sexual freedom could lead him in that direction too -- he didn't have to be possessive. I've felt that since I was sixteen and watched the silly behaviors of my classmates as they closed themselves off from others to 'go steady' or whatever." "What about arguments?" Beth asked. "We both think you have to pull the situation apart; ask 'what's the real problem here? Is this a symptom or the disease?' Then you have to agree that you're not here to assign blame; that means that we both know we'd do nothing to hurt the other -- intentionally anyway. So we start with words like 'I have a problem' and lay it out. Then we talk about the nature of the problem; what caused it, how long has it been going on, and things like that? Then we see if we can be creative about solving it." "Give an example," Katelyn said. I started, "A month ago I told Josh I felt lonely. When we analyzed why I felt this way it turned out he'd been spending more nights at work repositioning the Foundation's portfolio for a market downturn he expects. Thus, I was alone more than I'd been since we became partners. We talked about whether he had to be paying attention to me or just in the condo with me; I told him I'd try his just being around. So he started to work at home at night, in our living room, while I could see him and feel his presence. My feelings of loneliness went away immediately and I told him so. He got his work done and so he was happy too. We made a 'win-win'." "Talk about jealousy," Beth said. "I don't feel jealous when we're in a situation like we are this weekend, but if Doug was to go off with someone I didn't know I'd be miffed -- at least I think I would." I responded, "Part of understanding jealousy is to understand what its opposite is -- the word 'compersion' has been coined to fill the void in vocabulary. It means taking joy in the happiness, love and comfort your partner finds with someone else. For instance, when Josh has a lunch with someone I am glad for whatever he gets from the relationship. If they spent the afternoon in bed somewhere, I'd feel happy that they both got something from the day." I turned to Beth, "What makes you comfortable in sharing Doug with all of us, but not with someone you don't know but that he likes and finds interesting? You fear loss or denial of affection. I doubt Doug would ever do that to you. He loves you but feels comfortable in the freedom you've given him. I've listened and watched the two of you tonight; you communicate well and are openly affectionate. The way he operates he'd be more likely to bring someone home rather than do something surreptitiously." "I suppose," Beth said tentatively. "Do you feel comfortable when he goes off to work?" I asked. "Sure. Yes," she answered. "Does he find satisfaction there; a sense of self actualization?" "Oh yes, he gets lots of stimulation, it excites him and he's always learning new things," Beth stated in an animated voice, her excitement over Doug's job clearly evident. Katelyn looked on in fascination at our discussion. "Well, what if he found other sources for the same stimulation -- another person -- a woman?" Beth laughed, "I see your point. I've been operating in a narrow band of freedom granting, one I feel comfortable with. I guess I'm going to have to get out of my comfort zone, aren't I?" "I think if you do, you'll grow too. While I learn and grow a little while I live in my comfort zone, the times I remember and feel that I make large leaps to new phases in my self development are the times I do things well outside my comfort zone." "I find that too," Katelyn said. "When Carl and I first thought about swinging with Doug and Beth I moved way outside my comfort zone. I mean I'd been sort of wild in college and all, but this was different. I'm married and have two kids and belong to clubs and all. My comfort zone included all that but not love, caring and sex with another man -- or a woman." Katelyn went on, "That was two years ago and I can recall every little discussion or thought I had at the time as I wondered about how we'd do this and what it would be like. In hindsight, I grew tremendously and learned so much about myself, about Beth and Doug, and about lots of other people. I'm such a better person for it. Oh, and it's so much more than just the sex -- these new relationships touch about every part of my life." Beth said, "I do feel that; I guess I'm unsure about the future. I'm just nestled in where we are right now. I want to think about this discussion. You've both raised my thinking so much by this discussion, you especially Megan. You really have your act together." "Well, we're here for you if you need us and no topic is taboo. Remember we're all works in process so don't feel you need to be perfect about all this or that you're wrong for feeling the way you do. Talk to Doug too." Beth said, "Oh, I will. I love you guys so much it almost hurts." She rose and came to each of us with Sapphic kisses. Katelyn and I both responded well. The three of us drove into Aspen and had lunch at a trendy little sandwich shop that Katelyn recommended. Our discussion over lunch moved to my wedding with Josh, a subject that needed much more attention than it had received from me. I actually felt embarrassed that I had done so little planning or thinking about my own betrothal. We were living together. We loved each other. I'd already committed. The wedding was just a party -- the rite was past. "Haven't you guys talked about the wedding and honeymoon?" Beth asked. "Josh and I talked about it a week ago. We want to do it in the Boston area -- that's where most of our friends and colleagues are, plus my family is only an hour away. As for the honeymoon, I just know that we want someplace where we can all go and play for a week -- and I mean all of you. We also know we want to do it in May. May 18th is the day Josh and I 'officially' met so that's one possible date; I think it's going to be a Saturday, so that date has appeal." Katelyn asked, "Do you have a place reserved? Reception? Minister? Honeymoon place? Wedding dress?" "No," I responded, "not yet. I guess it's getting sort of late to do all this, right?" "Yea!" both women said in unison. "How about I come to Boston after New Years and help you do some planning and make some reservations?" Katelyn said. "Works for me," I said. "You pick the time. I can fit my work schedule around just about anything. February and March won't work as I'm wrapped up with a lot of aviation stuff those months thanks to two Christmas presents Josh gave me?" "What do you mean?" Beth asked. "Josh gave me a pre-paid commercial-instrument-multi-engine rating course down in Florida and a week or so in Wichita to get my type rating in the jet," I answered. "How romantic!" Beth said with a tone of sarcasm. "Oh no," I said, "It's very romantic and one of my best Christmas gift in years. I love it. This takes me out of my comfort zone in a much different way that we were talking about this morning. I'm stretched and working hard on these ratings, then we'll be able to go places and do things I've never even dreamed about. Meanwhile, I love the process." "Oh, it just sounded so mechanical," Beth said. "It is and it's really sexy and it appeals to every gene in my body," I added. Katelyn laughed. * Katelyn, Beth and I got back to the house about three-thirty and by that time we were three horny broads. Put us in an environment where sex is the main agenda item and guess what -- we think about sex all the time! The afternoon was no exception. Thus, by three-forty the three of us were taking turns stripping the clothes off each other and by three-fifty we were in a triangular daisy chain in the middle of our king-size bed with our tongues in a pussy. I started by lapping at Katelyn as she did Beth and Beth did me. We were nude and our hands were wandering everywhere, including in and out of the pussies we'd chosen to love. Katelyn seemed closer to orgasm than Beth and I were. As I'd lick around her pussy and, in particular, her clitoris, she would jerk wildly, thrusting her pussy into my mouth. She turned out to be the more vocal of the three of us that afternoon. She rambled, "Oh Megan, what you are doing to me is sooooooooo nice. I'll give you all afternoon and night to stop. Oh fuck, right there. To my right! THERE! Oh dear. Oh, put some fingers in my cunt -- like that, good, GOOD." While I enjoyed Beth's attentions to my clit and pussy, my attentions were aimed at Katelyn. Soon I brought her off and she had her climax. For a few seconds, as she squeezed my head and hand together between her legs I thought I might expire, then she relaxed and just stroked my head. A weak voice floated down to me, "Thank you, Megan. That was nice." I kissed her pussy and took one more lap. She spasmed and jerked as I did this. I put my head on Katelyn's leg and relaxed as I tuned in to the nice cunnilingus from Beth. She more or less duplicated what I'd done to Katelyn and I let her drive me right into a warm and wooly orgasm. As I came I pulled my legs up to afford her maximum availability of my privates; I also reached down and pushed her face right into my puss. After my cum I lowered my legs so Beth would have a cushion for her head. She rested, as I did on Katelyn, her face only inches from my now swollen labial lips. Katelyn had recovered and so she went to work on Beth. Soon Beth came, writhing against me as she did. I'd never been in a three-way with just women and I found it delightful and fascinating as we cared for and stroked each other. The visual impact of all the pussies and breasts were stimulating as well. Three orgasms behind us we all switched direction in our triangle. Now I could assail Beth's pussy, she could do Katelyn, and Katelyn could do me. Our tongues and fingers went to work. I pulled away from Beth long enough to pose a challenge to my lovers, "Let's see if we can all cum together. Moan as you get close." I pushed my tongue back into Beth's vagina, lapping madly at the copious amount of love juice she produced. Much as before I worked on Beth with tongue and fingers, learning more about how to turn her on and drive her to distraction. Soon I heard her moan. Unlike before, I have tried to maintain my own state of arousal and pay attention to Katelyn's tongue as she sucked on my engorged clit and did interesting things with her fingers. I climbed the scale and gave a little moan after several minutes of Katelyn's attention. Then I heard Katelyn moan as well. The three of us were on the doorstep and knew it. Then we all just tipped into a blissful cum. Three long moans filled the room and our legs grasped the heads of our lovers and our free hand stroked the hair nestled in our cunts. Oh, fuck this felt good. We collapsed on each other's thighs, resting our heads and lightly stroking each other in a sexual way. I felt a warm hand stroke my buttocks in a loving way. I opened my eyes and turned and there was Josh standing naked next to the bed. Carl and Doug stood naked as well. All three cocks were rapidly inflating, no doubt due to the sight picture of the three of us in our after glows. "How long have you been there?" I asked. Doug answered, "I think we missed the first round but we caught most of the second, including the splendid show of a simultaneous triple orgasm." He looked at his friends and added, "The three of us almost came as well. I think we each wanted to be in one of your pussies." Katelyn reached out and took hold of Carl's stiff cock; "Well no one is going to stop you from putting that in a pussy now." She rolled to her back; Carl came onto the bed and slid his cock into her only inches from my face. Doug repeated the process with Beth and then Josh slid his long erect cock into my pussy. I marveled at how comfortable it felt to have three couples fucking right next to each other in the same bed -- not only comfortable but also highly erotic and sexual. The six of us pumped and squirmed as the men drove their cocks into us. I could tell immediately that Josh had been thinking about this all day long. He seemed unusually aroused. After several minutes of pumping Katelyn said, "Switch! I want to get fucked by everyone then we can all think about cuming again." The three men paused and then pulled from the pussy they were in. With smiles they aligned themselves with a new partner: Josh moved to Beth, Carl to me, and Doug to Katelyn. Carl sank into me with a long, slow and gentle slide in my cunt. He reached down and massaged my clit after he had filled me. I told him, "If you keep that up I'll start having orgasms and then everyone will and we won't make the whole circuit." He smiled at me and started to pump with delicious vigor into my body. Somehow my legs ended up over his shoulders. He would also reach down and stroke my breasts as he pistoned into me. He made me soar. Just about the time I started to think seriously about cuming, Katelyn said, "Switch!" Carl jerked his cock from my pussy, creating that jolt of electric sex as he did. I almost came. Doug moved in front of me. He leaned down and said, "Hands and knees, my dear." I understood. I rolled over and rose up to the request position. Doug drove into my pussy doggie style. We could both look at the other couples beside us and watch the cocks stroke in and out of their vaginas. As I balanced on one arm, I reached beside me and stroked Katelyn's clitoris as Josh fucked her; sometimes I'd stroke his cock when he had it almost all the way out of her body. Katelyn started to peak. I said to Josh, "Cum in her. Cum in your sister." The two of them shrieked softly and Josh jammed his cock in Katelyn's pussy and froze in position. She too froze as her orgasm hit. I switched hands and used my left hand to stroke Beth's clit as Carl thrust into her. Soon I produced the same result. The two of them flew into orbit as they came, Carl declaring his cum as he jetted his sperm into her vagina. I then froze as I felt a pair of feminine lips lick their way along my groin to my clit. Katelyn was returning the favor, even in the awkward position she had to be in to reach me. Soon she substituted fingers for lips. I was close. Doug sped up. I could feel Katelyn fondle his cock occasionally when he had almost left my vagina. He started to slam into me. He announced, "Cum. Megan, cum, now!" I did. My vaginal muscles went into contractions that rippled up and down his cock as he pushed into me several more times, hitting my G-spot. Katelyn's hand stroked my clit. Josh's hand fondled a breast. I exploded into orbit again amidst a hail of fireworks and rockets bursting in air. I moaned very loudly. I also ejaculated a little girl juice, apparently into Katelyn's hand. When I opened my eyes to see the damage she was licking my fluid off her hand. With Doug inside me I collapsed forward onto the bed. He rolled into the tight space next to his wife. I reached above my head and fondled Josh's cock that still retained some stiffness. I pulled him to me so I could suck on him and clean Katelyn's juices from his rod. Temporary Girlfriend: Christmas Holidays Ch. 03 Beth slid off the bed and duplicated the process on Doug, sucking my juices. Katelyn did Carl as he stood in front of her beside the bed. Finally, Josh said, "So much for the cocktail hour. How about the main course?" We laughed at the comment and expressed our desire for further drink and nourishment. Josh said, "Then I suggest showers, some clothes and a trip into town." Amidst groans and theatrical complaints we all vacated our bed, now a disastrous and well-used playing field, and wandered off in pairs to the various bedrooms to clean up and dress for dinner. * Josh and I slept together that night. I think the other four swapped spouses, however, the two of us wanted to be together. We weren't keeping score but we both agreed we'd had a surfeit of orgasms on this vacation, particularly after his sister, her husband, and their best friends had arrived at Eagle Pines. Josh and I had some long talks about recreational sex and agreed that we couldn't just walk into a room, pick up a stranger and fuck them. Instead, there had to be some warm relationship with the other person, particularly some kind of love interest and there had to be a 'happy' morning after -- a continuing and joyous relationship. I explained that I needed to feel 'love' for my partner -- male or female. We talked about how I'd been so quick to fall for Josh before we made love and then only a couple of days later with his sisters and Stacy -- Fiona's wife. I had to admit that I was 'ripe' for a relationship, although I denied it at the time. I'd broken up with my previous boyfriend about nine months earlier and had sworn off men, and then I met Josh. He swept me off my feet -- he could have swept any girl off her feet but he chose me! I confessed to an immediate willingness to lie down and spread my legs for him. He laughed but told me he felt the same way about me. Love at first sight. He asked me, "Then why did you and Stacy and my sisters all get it on so fast?" I had to analyze what I felt when I'd first met Katelyn and Fiona, and almost immediately thereafter Stacy. We'd quickly tantalized each other with some of our sexual escapades and then teased each other and Josh during Fiona's wedding rehearsal dinner. I answered Josh, "I think this is what I felt. I'd already fallen for you -- in a big way. I guess I knew you'd fallen for me too and we'd played that afternoon in the Mile High Club in the jet. By association I knew I'd love your sisters. They were immediately so open with me and so was Stacy -- I think of her as one of the sisters. Thus, when we teased and shared stories I could be totally open with them. Plus, there's nothing I wouldn't share with you -- no secrets, although I do have some erotic things I've done in my past that I haven't shared with you yet." Josh's eyebrows went up in a questioning arch. I ignored his invitation to share further for now. I went on, "I learned the next day that Fiona, Katelyn and Stacy liked me -- a lot, and not just as a sex object -- although that was a nice way to be remembered. I told you about how we kissed and rubbed each other in the spa. I was so in heat by the actual wedding I could have really embarrassed myself if you hadn't been there. That night, back at Eagle Pines, Stacy joined us. I already loved her and knew she'd be a part of our lives for a long time." "And my sisters?" Josh asked. "Them too," I said. "They'd watched us make love by the fireplace the night before as they made love up on the balcony above us. I could see them, but you didn't know they were there. I knew they cared for us on many different levels. By the time we got to Mexico with Ray, Fiona and Stacy, I just wanted some kind of culmination to what I was feeling -- some closure. The sex -- no, the making love, even with the games -- gave me the closure and validated the love we felt for each other. I miss them all when they're not around." "How'd you feel about Doug and Beth? This was the first time we've been with them," Josh asked. "Remember we'd made connection with Carl and Katelyn in September up here -- just as we did with Fiona and family in Mexico. While we were here then we talked a lot about Doug and Beth and what they were like, their values, how they thought about people and love. Katelyn is very observant -- and particular. By association I knew I'd love them as soon as we could get together. Just the way the others were, they were my kind of people." "So you didn't just fall into bed with them?" Josh chided. "Hardly," I said as I poked him in his ribs. He squirmed away from me on the couch. "So as my 'temporary girlfriend' might that mean you want to fall in bed with me?" he asked guardedly. "Best offer I've had since I fucked my fiancée this morning before breakfast!" I replied as I melted back into his arms. We spent an hour upstairs making love. During this time I finally told Josh about my first series of threesomes a decade earlier with my first serious boyfriend. He pried detail after detail from me and I actually enjoyed telling him the full story as we lay there playing with each other's body parts. Josh took the news remarkably well and we actually made love again. The next few days revolved around three major activities: sex (of course!), skiing and dining out. The routine of the house involved sleeping in, a morning assignation with someone, skiing for about four or five hours, coming back to Eagle Pines for a further afternoon interlude, clean up and cocktails followed by dinner at one of the great restaurants in the town, and then interesting groupings and combinations of people as we brought sexual delight and joy to one another. We each got private time with members of the opposite sex and occasionally with the same sex. Katelyn and I spent one night making love to each other; she took me to one of those places where I'm having a long continuous orgasm again and I never wanted it to stop. I knew what heaven was. Doug and I made love again and really got to know each other. We had a long discussion about how to best love Beth and make her feel stronger about herself too. We also talked about our backgrounds and participation in the life style. Carl and I spent a night with Beth, bringing her to a 'happy state of delirious sexual slutdom' as she called it. We were relentless in our assault on her beautiful body. She took it well, survived the ordeal, and suffered through dozens of orgasms. New Year's eve we moved two of the king-size mattresses downstairs in front of the large fireplace. We had a true orgy, taking turns and swapping 'mid-fuck' with each other over and over again. We laughed till our sides hurt, drank too much, and fucked and sucked each other's brains out. We all slept together that night, awaking often to make love to a horny 'friend' or to watch two or three others take another shot at it. I declared the morning of January 1st to be nude morning. No one was allowed to wear clothes until lunch. As a result of this pronouncement everyone continued our little 'fuck fest' up until noon. By that time we were truly worn out and in desperate need of sleep and rest both of which filled the afternoon. We went back to the Elkhorn Lodge for dinner that night. The last time we'd all been there was for Ray and Fiona's wedding. Things were quieter this time and we were in the main dining room rather than the function room. I had elk for the first time at dinner and loved the gamy meat. Josh and I didn't drink that night because we were flying back to Boston the next day and wanted to be as sharp as we could be when flying the jet. Carl, Katelyn, Doug and Beth planned to fly commercially to Denver the next day too. We would have flown them however private flights into the new Denver airport were discouraged. That night we cleaned up the lodge and sort of unwound. We each talked about what we hoped the New Year would hold for us. As we went around our circle and each of talked, I felt the declarations being made to the universe about what would happen as well as the anticipation for future. I talked about marrying Josh in May, completing my commercial-instrument and multi-engine ratings and getting the type rating for the Cessna Citation jet, and adding two new clients to the agency I worked for. Josh talked about marrying me (I was glad he put that first on his list!), flying to Europe, the Middle East and Africa (with me?) both to add some new donors to the Foundation and to check on some of the sponsored programs, and spending more time with family and friends. The others had a mix of family and career goals they wanted to work on. All of us wished to be together again and to enjoy the warmth and love we felt for each other throughout the year. Of course, we invited them all to come with us on our honeymoon after I figured out where that would be; Katelyn reminded me she'd be in Boston in a month to help start the planning process. We toasted each other, even with the glasses of club soda we held, and went to bed. * "November-One-Bravo-Foxtrot cleared for takeoff." The voice from Aspen tower boomed into my earpiece. I echoed the clearance back to the tower and pushed the throttles forward repeating the litany Josh had been teaching me: "If there is any problem below 80 knots, we will abort the takeoff; if the problem occurs between 80 knots and V1 we will abort only for engine failure; any problem after V1 we will climb..." I droned on, interjecting memorized checklist items into the paragraphs as I executed or checked an item. Josh called out, "V1, rotate." I gently pulled back on the yoke and the large plane smoothly lifted its nose wheel off the pavement and seconds later soared into the sky, the airspeed now climbing rapidly. I checked gages and went through the climb out checklist. Josh turned to me and said, "Nicely done, Megan. You're a natural with this plane. You know what you're doing and you're starting to think ahead of the aircraft." I set the aircraft up for its rapid climb to altitude. We flew back towards Boston on a GPS Direct IFR flight plan at flight level 410. Boston Center started us down west of Rochester, New York. We broke 10,000 feet and trimmed the speed back to 250 knots as we joined Boston Approach. They cleared us for an ILS 11 approach at Josh's request. Josh had me take the plane off autopilot and told me to act as though I was going to land. The weather below six thousand feet was clear and he wanted me to make the straight in ILS 11 approach. I'd done this before in the Cessna 172 but never in something with an approach speed of 160 knots -- more than the top speed of the little Cessna. Boston Approach Control brought us down to 3,000 feet and set us up for an intercept to the ILS approach course. Not surprisingly I flew through the course and had to correct back to the narrow beam of radio waves to the runway that jutted into the night sky from a sophisticated array of radio equipment on the ground. I lowered the gear and added the last notch of flaps to slow the plane down. Leading edge slats and speed brakes were extended automatically. I finally got lined up and then watched as we started to intercept the glide slope. I adjusted the power and pitch slightly as Josh talked me through the intercept this time. Josh had started to handle the radios. I heard him call the outer marker to the tower, "Hanscom Tower, One Bravo Foxtrot is outer marker inbound." Tower responded, "One Bravo Foxtrot cleared to land." My knuckles were getting white. Was Josh watching what I was doing? My ILS and glide slope needles were still centered on the dial. The runway lights looked so welcoming amidst the black background. I heard the outer marker beacon go off in my headset. All I had to do was fly the plane into the ground at this point, pulling the power back slightly just as we flared. Two minutes and ten seconds after the outer marker the middle marker beacon went off in our earpieces. Josh said to me, "You keep flying it. Take it in. You can do it. I'm right here." Josh kept talking to me, "Maintain throttle, pull back slightly, there, hold it, you're aligned well with the runway, smooth actions, ten seconds to flare, Oooookay, flare now, back off the throttles, good." Five seconds later I heard the tires squeak on the runway as we set down. Suddenly we were no longer an aircraft, we were a strange ground vehicle going 140 miles an hour towards a chain link fence, some trees and interstate highway. I pushed the throttles to activate the reverse thrusters and could hear the engines spool back up as the clam shells opened on the two engines throwing some of their exhaust towards the front of the plane. I had my feet pressed against the brakes as I also maintained directional control through the pedals. The large jet slowed and came to slow taxi speed right on the centerline with two thousand feet of runway remaining. Whew! Tower came on the radio, "One Bravo Foxtrot, nice landing. Stay with me on this frequency, straight ahead to the runway end then taxiways Echo and Sierra back to your hanger." This time I repeated the clearance and thanked them for their help and watchful eye. I knew the female voice would surprise them but they'd get used to it for this tail number. The radio went silent. Josh said, "You know you landed that all by yourself. I never touched the controls the entire flight. You really are getting good at this. You did it all." I looked at him in shock; I'd thought he'd had his hands on the controls at least once. He assured me all he had done was talk to me and stand ready to act but he hadn't touched the controls. As we taxied in, Josh picked up my logbook and made an entry for the flight. When I read it later I noted that he wrote "ASE to BED. 4.1 hours. Flew entire flight from takeoff to landing. Full ILS 11 to full stop landing" in the comments section - my first jet landing. Wow! Some days I really impress myself. Two hours later Josh wrapped me in his arms and in his love as we went to sleep. I was still flying the plane when I let my mind wander. Josh seemed to know as he kissed me and wrapped his arms around me. He said, "You know making you my 'temporary girlfriend' was the best thing I've ever done." We kissed. The Christmas holiday had ended and there was so much to look forward to. The end of this part of Megan's story