It was now three months since Tom and Sam had started dating and six weeks since I'd first hooked up with Pete.
Tom and Sam were falling deeper in love and spending more time together, though mostly at his place as it was larger and had the spa. When I wasn't away with work, I was spending time at his place too - albeit in the annexe at night and our friendship was growing too.
While I was enjoying the attention, and action, of my FBs, I realised that compared with a BF which I was still looking for, it was akin to local cheap takeaway vs authentic high-end curry: the cheap curry was full of chili heat that gave you a quick, fast burn whereas the high end was full of succulent spices that layered sweetness, heat and sour. And no chili, for this South American plant, was a European introduction to Asia, and I couldn't eat hot curry each night anyway.
In food for my orgasms, Steve was my Chili curry whereas Pete was more of a basic Ham Salad: a dish that was sweet and good for my basic needs that I could consume often, but not particularly varied. Tom's Ham Salad though was like all the products of his Love Shelf: varied and fulfilling as it had the basics, plus his homemade Pesto, olives, fresh basil, and sweet, crunchy baby carrots from the garden.
Though Tom's Christmas Cake...
Last weekend we had done a 15k Sunday run from his house and they had dialled off the pace so I could keep up. In the evening, we finished the day with a post-dinner spa - still clothed, putting a bottle of wine on the poolside. The wine and water had softened our bodies and, as usual, the bubbles had worked their way under our swimsuits and started teasing our tits, causing the nipples to harden and massaging our clits.
This caused Sam and I to get horny and Tom to start bulging at the sight of her nipples, then she started kissing Tom which made us all hornier. When she sat on Tom, I made my leave and headed to the annexe, leaving the door open. I could see Sam on his lap, kissing hard as they started to make love. As usual, this made me wetter, and I stripped off my swimmers and started fingering myself to the sound and sight of them making sensual love with the bubbles energising them. My fingers dove deep and increasingly fast as, distanced, we all neared and then climaxed.
I texted Pete a final time that evening a selfie of me wet, naked, and fingering, saying that if the launch went well, hopefully, we would meet on Thursday evening when I got back from the Pad. My pad needed filling now I thought.
The next morning, I joined them in the main house for pre-work breakfast. The mood was bright, but as the dishes went in the Dishdrawer, mine turned Grey: I was flying down later for Home Cooking is Best. There were two firsts to this launch: we were trying out the new in-house kick stage and Reaction Wheels. Secondly, we would try to catch the falling core with a chopper. To do this, we hired the only S-92 in the country: we weren't keen on the MI-26 which was even larger though!
We had an EcoStar (Squirrel) that would be doing overwatch and recording the attempt. We knew that if things went well, the footage would be on BBC and other channels that evening our time.
During my masters, I had periodically ridden the choppers out to the Bass Platforms and so was Offshore qualified. When we had planned this mission, I was the natural candidate but had to do my re-qual. At least it’s a S-92 not a Puma, but still… I had thought, as ditching a chopper isn't something you wish for, but I knew that re-qual isn't much more fun than qualification!
For once, we didn't have the news on the radio.
The anticipation of the launch uplifted me, but the worry about riding the -92 to do the catch came over me.
Just then, Alison Krauss' cover of When You Say Nothing At All came on.
Tom saw me go Dark and came over to me and rubbed my arm, looking at Sam who then came over and we all hugged: Tom and I had our Darks: his was his ongoing love for his Jen, late Fiancé that he sometimes had to reconcile with his growing love for Sam. We knew that group hugs at this point lifted the dark and dripped a deep, sweet liquid into the respective jars on our souls' Love shelves. Love Multiplied, not divided as Miss Voldemort (Sam and my nickname for Kelly, his jealous ex) had thought, in action.
Nothing was said, but it meant everything. The loving group hug and Alison's lullaby-like cover soothed my soul, sending me out of my Dark.
During the mission prep and practices, I had grown close to the -92's pilots as we were similar in age, gender, and status and we trusted each other implicitly. The hotel's Specials were now no longer Special, so we invited the EcoStar crew out for dinner to get to know them better and as they were similar too, we knew they would be good company
The crew were locals, but also female which was unusual. We met at the hotel bar and had two vodkas to set the mood, then headed out, wearing T-shirts, jeans, and no makeup. We were in a happy mood as we got to the suggested The Runway Train. The board said, Mexican Tuesday. I said, "No way, last time that happened, I slapped a guy hard and got rooted hard by another on a bridge."
We heard music playing in the background, but our chatter drowned it out.
Jenna, the -92 pilot laughed and hugged me. Sandy, the EcoStar co-pilot called out, "Table for 5 and 2 large pitchers please!" as we went inside the quiet bar.
The margaritas went down quickly and more followed as the nachos arrived. Initially, we talked shop, then more Margaritas arrived and we got louder and looser. We covered relationships: Sandy and Alex, the -92 Co, had boyfriends but weren't sure that they were long-term; Pilots Jenna and Ani were single. We concurred that the mix of education and careers badly interferes with ability to sustain long-term relationships. I got a Cheers when I said I was single but had recently acquired three FBs!
We saw two local couples looking at us with side eyes. They are wondering where these loud ditzes came from, we realised, knowing that four of the ditzes could explicitly explain what happens over our heads in flight and the fifth [me] knows that isn't Rocket Science, but what is!
More Margaritas and food flowed and we grew louder as we cut loose as I discussed how I'd hooked up with Pete and Kev. Ani asked me, "Tell: what did happen?"
I explained about Mex At The Marina: how, at the peak of merriment, Tom had suddenly remembered his late Fiancé and had slammed deep into his Dark. In desperation to bring him back out, I had slapped him hard on the arm which worked. At that point, the flyers hugged me. I then explained about Steve and the Bridge Root, causing more booze and "Cheers."
I concluded by observing that, "FBs are like a good takeaway, whereas a long-term relationship is home cooking is: takeaways are nice, but not sustaining long-term; quality home cooking is the best. And Tom and Sam are expert home cooks."
Louder cheers and toasts followed.
Just then, we heard Cindy Lauper's Girls just wanna have fun in the background. Sandy smiled slyly and said, "Flying a Chopper is like riding a…chopper!"
I was stumped by her comment. My knowledge of them is that if you're over water and something above you BANGS, you're fucked and fast. Rockets though…
Ani said, "True: A jet is like being Missionaried: most of the time you just make tiny adjustments 'til he lands you." More booze flowed
Jenna replied, "But a Chopper is like Cowboy: I'm in control, with mostly gentle movements, but sometimes some hard yanks!"
Alex finished, "Ever tried a [MD]-500: It's [turbine] behind you and you always feel it. Bird is hard, fast, rough and you can get soo close up," she loudly cooed as her hands motioned controlling the chopper and her eyes rolled suggestively, "and you can get it into tighter holes than anything else!"
I said, "I've got a chopper linked up when I get back. And I'm taking control this time."
We hooted at this and I replied, "Sounds like my Bridge Root," as the final drink was poured.
The couples were left stumped at these ditzy birds talking bird! But it was closing time, so we paid up and went back to the hotel.
Four days later, I had been at the airfield at the chopper shed with the crew, watching the countdown. "92 mins to go, systems good" came over the Tannoy: this was our cue to power up and head offshore. We did a quick brief on where the birds would go and what would happen, then we zipped up our orange survivals and headed outside where the S-92 dwarfed the EcoStar.
Pad up and counting down - mine is too. Hope your chopper is fully serviced, I texted Pete.
I got a message on the house chat from Tom and Sam wishing me well, which was nice as I put my kit in the locker.
Pete replied It is.
Launches are like sex: anticipation, build-up, and hoping for orbit, I thought.
After take-off, the EchoStar formed up at our side and we made a full-speed run out to the drop zone, with Mission Control in our headsets, "Q" [max airframe stress] was called, then "First Stage Shutdown ... Separation, Second Stage Ignition." My heart beat faster and I got hotter in the orange suit.
"Separating," called out the EchoStar pilot: she increased her spacing from us to give us a free rein and both birds moved into a slow obit.
"Hook deploying," the 2IC called out over the radio. In the frigid bird, I got hotter still and my heart beat faster as I called out from the telemetry.
"Parachute success," called out Control and I could see it bloom in laptop's my feed. Soon we started to see the red chute high above us and I concentrated on the telemetry, guiding the -92's pilot.
T+25 min said the chopper clock as Launch Control and I guided us into the falling core. I was sitting in the jump seat at a workstation, giving guidance to the pilot as we intercepted it, with the EcoStar orbiting nearby to help and film us. Soon we snared the white core's red parachute with our hook, but the core wasn't behaving as we'd practiced. I heard the powerful engines above spool hard and the pilot worked the cyclic hard to stabilise the core without much success.
I saw the co-pilot's gloved hand reach for the dump lever.
"Dump," the pilot called out and her colleague's hand pulled the lever, cutting the hook, causing the core to drop into the cold Pacific. The bird shuddered as the weight on the winch departed and the pilot moved the throttles back so we didn't shoot off with the reduction in drag and weight and we stabilised.
As the core sank below us and the chopper briefly rose with the reduction in drag, my heart sank. I put my hands on the pilots' shoulders in commiseration and they scrunched their shoulders in acknowledgment.
"Super to Control: Homebound" called the pilot.
"Echo to Control and Super: Hanging on to mark her," was the EcoStar pilot's reply": they would try to drop GPS beacons on the core and its chute when it hit the sea so that hopefully one of our boats could get it.
"Control to SuperHawk: Super Job."
I felt sad that we hadn't succeeded, but there was a next time, though that meant more time in the -92!
This hadn't gone as practiced. But Elon never tried this either!
"Good try - ejection in 3" called out Launch Control: the satellites were nearly ready to be ejected from the orbiting Kick. Success, I thought, and I felt a mix of relief and disappointment.
We got back to the airfield and, still feeling off, I went inside to the changing room and stripped off. I messaged Pete "Pad closed, mine will be open in 3 hours," and selfied him my naked body, showing my DDs and shaved pussy that was ajar in anticipation of tonight's horniness, then put on my clothes from earlier.
Tom had dropped a picture on house chat: [grey clouds = three Oranges] which made me smile as Orange was our codeword for Jen when we needed to lift him out of his Dark. Sam replied, "Love u xx."
Pete messaged me his hard cock as I got dressed, and I got wetter in anticipation. I needed a good screw as a release from today!
We had chartered an ATR from Island Air so we could all head home in one go, and so it was on our clock, not us on it's. The mood was sunny as the mission was a success, but I still felt off as my part hadn't completely worked. The hold was full of our gear. and chilly bags filled with free range, coastal reared lamb that was butchered onsite from the station that the Pad rents off, plus other goodies that we had pre-ordered from local suppliers, including Crays from the fishermen that our launches periodically impeded their work. One of them said Kate.
On landing at City Airfield, I texted Pete again to say we'd landed, and I was on my way home. The first song the Zoe played was I Hope You Dance by Leann Womack + Sons of The Desert. I smiled as I was going to be dancing on Pete's cock later if I got my way. I still have my sense of wonder, I realised.
I got home and saw Sam and Tom's cars in the driveway. As I opened the door, I heard chatter - they were in but were dressed for running. Briefly, but slightly deeper than normally, they hugged me to comfort me from the catch as they headed out on their exercise.
I felt my nipples harder, and my gap moisten anticipating my exercise.
I dropped my bags in the hall and took off my dress as I was hot from the ATR, leaving my undies on and felt my nipples harden and my crotch moisten more.
I headed into the kitchen, put the lamb onto the bench and uncorked one of the bottles of Gewirtz.
I turned the radio on and Reba's I'll give you something to miss started up as the doorbell rang. Pete was a kind, gentle lover, but I decided that after today's chopper fun, tonight I was going to give him something to miss: I was going to ride his chopper hard and how I wanted it.
I opened the door, and he stood there as I nodded him in. He smiled looking down at my bra-encased, but very visible bust, and kissed me as his cock grew in his jeans, causing my pussy to be very wet. I led him inside and said, "They're out for ages: we have the house to ourselves."
I led him to the lounge, and we stood there, kissing slowly at first, but growing quickly in intensity as our bodies ground against each other. His growing cock pushed against my covered wet opening as my hands reached down and started playing with it, causing me to kiss him harder.
I stripped his top and jeans off, then he unwrapped my tits and pussy and we kissed again, this time my hands rubbing his cock harder as his hand opened my slit up.
He leaned over and grabbed a condom which I took in my mouth and put it on him, then started kissing and sucking his shaft, making it grow and causing me to get even wetter.
Soon I was really wet. I pushed him onto the sofa and dropped hard onto his cock, kissing him. His balls hit my clit, but his cock wiggled inside me. He grabbed my tits, and we kissed harder as I rode up and down on him, moving around him how I wanted as he got harder, filling me as I got wetter, hotter, and start to tighten. This was going to be a long, gentle fuck to orgasm on my terms for both of us.
The sensation was just what I wanted: me in control of his cock and how it was in me. While it could have done with a bit more girth and length, I could ride it for ages, unlike Steve who I was very tight against which was pleasurable but got painful if in too long before I orgasmed.
Looking at the clock, it was now forty-five minutes since Tom and Sam had left and it turned me on thinking that we might get caught if they came home.
I gave him a final hard kiss and spun around on his cock, pushing it right into me and against my edge as he grabbed my boobs roughly and rode reverse on him, moaning gently.
In the corner of the window, I saw Sam and Tom run into the driveway. They stopped dead and smiled as they saw my boobs bouncing, then they walked around the side.
This made me horny as and I ground deeper into Pete, his cock growing and rubbing my sides.
I heard the side door click open quietly as they entered the kitchen, then click quietly closed. I knew what would happen now: Tom would start to finger Sam as when I had caught them, or previously Sam and James at it, I had done exactly that to myself.
I was squeezing Pete tight as I rode him, knowing that they were fingering. The kitchen sounds changed and a "FUCK ME" from Sam: she had got very horny, very quickly and he was now screwing her against the wall.
Hearing my friends screw in the next room made me tighten quickly and I rode Pete harder, causing his cock to start spasming as I squeezed him tighter and I started moaning gently then yelled “FUCK ... FUCK FUCK…” as I came on him and I felt him filling the condom.
The kitchen moaning increased as they were nearly orgasming, so I fucked gently, with Pete massaging my erect nipples until their screwing sounds abated.
I got off Pete and went into the kitchen where Tom was still in Sam. She slid off Tom's still erect cock and said, “We heard you two at it, so we went into the kitchen to make out and got carried away.”
My pussy was still covered in my cum. Looking at his still erect cum-soaked cock, I turned red with embarrassment: it was bigger than Pete's but slightly thinner than Steve's.
I had never seen anyone having sex IRL and I was stunned when she said “Why don’t we do a couples dinner, but stay in our couples?”
I called out "Petee?" and he came in and rather shyly said "Hi." Tom's cock was still erect and cum-covered and their bodies were sweat-soaked from the run and sex, which caused my nipples to harden.
They went into the shower for cleanup, and I grabbed Pete. I was still post-sex horny and seeing them at it had made me worse!
I wrapped my arms around Pete and kissed him, feeling his now unwrapped cock which I started rubbing against my wet pussy. I wanted his cock again. Now. But this time I wanted to feel it bare in me.
Pete said, "Umm..."
I knew what he meant, and I replied, "I haven't gone bare in ages: have you?"
He kissed me back hard and fingered me.
I slid my breasts down his chest and carried on as my mouth wrapped around his raw cock. I sucked it hard again feeling his hardening on my tongue and mouth as I took him whole in my mouth, then I returned to kissing him and put his naked cock on my wet pussy so he could slide me.
Sam led Tom by his erect cock to the sink, where she bent backward, and they started making out naked against the sink. I could see his long cock rubbing her open pussy, causing me to kiss Pete harder.
I pushed Pete's now stiff cock into my wet pussy, feeling him naked on me, which was a new, pleasurable sensation. He Frenched me back hard and pushed softly in and gave short, gentle movements in my entrance. I kissed him harder and pushed on him, so he screwed me deep.
Sam guided Tom to a chair and started kissing him, rubbing his cock with her wetness as he fondled her dangling tits that were slightly larger than mine. Pete fucked me harder as Sam slid onto Tom and started riding him, causing me to kiss Pete harder and him to fuck me faster and deeper. I saw Sam fuck Tom Cowboy harder which caused a circle of increasing horniness in the couples.