Chapter 4
"Well, you certainly look bright and fresh for so late an hour and so young a girl," greated the stewardess as Phoebe boarded the. plane. "I'm Debra Home, your flight hostess and-excuse me honey," she said as she pulled Phoebe aside for a moment to let a man in uniform pass, "and this is our Captain-Captain Frank Young."
The captain nodded a greeting and passed through to the cabin. The stewardess checked Phoebe's ticket without commenting on the fact that the ticket for her Boston-New York leg had not been used. Phoebe entered the plane and selected a seat for her flight to Hollywood. At last, despite all the events of the evening she would get there. From now on it was just the flight and her brother-in-law. That was certain. There would be no unforseen hitchhiking. No unknown truckdrivers ... really, she must have been crazy to hitch a ride with a stranger. But she did feel all right. He hadn't hurt her, except for the bump on her head but even then she had come away with the feeling that he was a gentle man. Certainly an aggressive man, but essentially a gentle, giving person.
As she settled into her seat by the window her memories flashed on the time she had spent cleaning up in the ladies' room. She had virtually bathed herself in the sink. She felt perfectly fresh but her efforts had been out of a desire to be fresh and clean for the next leg of her trip. She had not done it with any sense of revulsion. Of course she was horribly embarrassed that her body had responded in any way at all to the attack-yes, she had to call it an attack even though she had been asleep and had not really offered any resistance. But then it was truly embarrassing. That is, to Phoebe it was as though someone else had taken over her body. Or maybe better, that her body had taken itself over. All that pumping and flowing ... that was truly alien to everything that Phoebe knew about herself. She was trim, and prim and proper. And she didn't mind being that way. Creatures that gave in willingly to their bodies, who became little more than nerve endings waiting for just any random touch-those were the creatures that Phoebe pitied. That was what she would never be!
She lay back so that she could see the terminal as the plane began to taxi toward it's take-off position. The stewardess' voice came over the loudspeaker and announced the crew, including the attractive captain.
Good to be around nice people again, she thought. But then most people were nice. If a few were possessed from time to time by feelings they were unable to control well, it was up to the rest of us to forgive them ... Phoebe drifted into sleep.
"Coffee, tea, soda?"
Phoebe awoke to the soft voice of Stewardess Home.
"Some Coke, please," responded Phoebe. As she looked around the plane she noticed that there were very few passengers on board. Apparently she was going to spend most of her journey on a half-empty vehicle. When the hostess returned to Phoebe she sat next to her for a while, there really was very little else for her to do, and they chatted as though they had been friends for years. Debra Home was only a few years older than Phoebe but her
travels had given her many interesting experiences to share. They talked of Kansas City, where the flight would take on fuel and passengers, of Hollywood where Debra had seen movie stars and even dated a few though she would not say who.
The journey to Kansas City went uneventfully but as they neared the Meat Capital of the nation, the weather began to worsen. There had been some turbulence near Western Pennyslvania but that had let up until now. Now there were reports of high winds and possibly severe thunder showers.
When the plane put down for refueling Captain Young announced that the passengers were to proceed to a special waiting area and to enjoy a full breakfast at the company's expense. There would be some delay before taking off.
Phoebe was concerned that the delay would cause her brother-in-law to wait for her in Los Angeles but Debra helped her place a call to his number in Los Angeles (also courtesy of the company) to tell him of the delay. Unfortunately he was not in but his service assured Phoebe that he always called in around eight in the morning and that he was most un-likely to head out to the airport without checking the ETA in any case.
Just As Phoebe and Debra were finishing an elaborate breakfast of French toast and steak, Captain Young's voice came over the public address system informing the passengers that the delay would now be overnight-a full 24 hours-due to high winds and possible tornadoes. The passengers were to enjoy themselves, rooms were being assigned for the duration of the layover, but were asked not to wander too far from the terminal in that flight plans might be revised if the weather changed.
"Damn it," said Phoebe. "I may never get to Hollywood at this rate!" Debra comforted her, smoothing her blonde hair gently.
"It's not so bad," she said, "if you just take things spontaneously and bear in mind that your vacation has already started then it's sort of nice."
"It's nice to spend my vacation in an airport hotel in Kansas City?" Phoebe would not be convinced.
"Come on," said Debra," I know this joint like the back of my hand. I'll show you a good time if it kills us both...."
The girls started their adventure by settling into their room. Debra had arranged it that they room together. Despite the fact that Phoebe had only been traveling a day, it felt more like a week. She showered and changed her clothes. As she was straightening her blonde hair, Debra showered.
Phoebe noticed that Debra was very open about everything she did. When she talked, she talked frankly. When she showered, she showered with the door open and continued the conversation without the slightest inhibition. All the better, thought Phoebe. Girls were always so shy about their bodies-even with each other. It was good to see someone who was totally unabashed.
Debra came out of the bathroom as soon as she had dried off. Her olive skin was flawless, her five-foot-four body was lithe and flat. Only her two pendulous breasts and her two rounded buttocks protruded from the clean lines of her frame. She slipped into panties and pulled down the bedcovers. Because the weather had grounded a number of flights, the girls had had to take a room with a single king-size bed. Debra stretched out in her panties and began rummaging through her purse for something.
"You lose something?" asked Phoebe.
"No, just thought that a hard night's work might be softened by Miss Mary Jane...." Debra winked. From her purse she drew a tiny home-rolled cigarette and lit it.
Phoebe knew exactly what it was and was unbothered. If anything she thought it would be nice to help them relax after so many events, so many changes. Debra motioned her over to the bed and the girls shared the joint in silence. Phoebe remembered the theme she had done for her high school health class. She chuckled to herself as she remembered the prudish tolerance that her teachers and classmates had shown. And them, sitting there without the first first-hand information about the stuff. She had smoked it before. By herself, just to find out. And while it was certainly not a necessity of life, it was sort of relaxing. She had never done it, though, with anyone else. She had got the joint from one of Dan's friends but she had never let him know. It would have ruined the scientific feeling she had about her experiment.
It was different now however. She was grown up. She was on her own. If she chose to smoke or not to smoke it was totally up to her. And, she was not in her mother's house. If there were anything illegal about it only she would be accountable.
She passed the joint back to Debra who was passing into a state of quiet contentment. Phoebe fluffed up the pillow and leaned back.
"Hey, kid," Debra said playfully, "if you're gonna stretch out you'd better get out of that fancy dress ... it's already been pressed twice-once by your mom and once by that suitcase of a. backpack you carry. It doesn't need a third opinion about where the creases go."
The girls laughed and Phoebe hopped up to slip out of her rather frilly dress. Debra leaned over and helped by unzipping her.
Relaxed and comfortable, Phoebe stretched out next to the older girl. They talked of home, of dreams, of Phoebe's ideas of a career. Debra's description of her own work, of being an airline hostess, sounded exciting but a little lonely. The idea of traveling from city to city was great but the idea of spending each night in a strange place, with no real friends, sounded lonely and sad.
As they sank into dreams, Debra lit another joint and poured some of the complementary wine that the captain had sent to Debra's room. He was always doing out of his way to do things for Debra. Though Debra didn't elaborate on her relationship with Frank, she referred to him as one would to an old friend. To someone who knew a great deal about one's personal life but who felt no need to infringe on it except to embellish it from time to time with an unexpected pleasantry ... such as the wine.
The girls toasted Phoebe's vacation and sipped the wine. Phoebe spilled some down her breast as she began to laugh at one of Debra's never-ending jokes. Debra reached over with the service towel and helped her dry off. They rolled over on their bellies while Phoebe grappled with the snaps of her brassiere, trying to free herself from the wine dampness. Debra helped her ... and they chatted like old school chums.
Outside, the morning light had given way to the storm clouds that had grounded them ... The wind picked up and soon it was evident that they were in a storm, a violent summer storm that could change day into night. The girls were gratified that the weather reports had kept them safely on the ground. Debra began telling stories of her experiences in bad weather, when there was. another clap of thunder that sent the two shivering into each other's arms.
"My God," said Phoebe "that sounded like it was under the bed." They rolled back to their own sides of the bed and Debra got up to open the curtains, the better to see the storm.
As Debra headed back to bed, there was a firm knock on the door. Phoebe automatically reached for her blouse that was on top of the clothes that she had taken off.
"Never mind that," said Debra, "it's probably just Frank checking to see that we got the wine-room service here in Kansas City sometimes thinks that a wine order is intended for the help...."
She went to the door and, indeed, it was Frank.
The dark figure at the door asked if the wine had been delivered and if they were enjoying themselves. Debra's giggles assured him that everything was just great and that they might join him for dinner later if he wanted. Frank made some comment about that being a good idea if they weren't too tired and the two of them chuckled over what seemed a private joke.
Phoebe helped herself to another glass of wine. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good. The storm was exciting, Debra was a great first friend and this Frank person seemed like delicious icing on the cake. If the day had started out as a bust, it was doing much better now.
Debra closed the door and returned to the bed. Both the girls were getting a little sleepy from the grass and wine and they decided that it would be better to check out the area around dinner time. They could both use a nap right now. They lay back in the storm-darkened room watching the lightning and rain. Soon, they snuggled together and drew the top sheet over themselves.
Several hours later Phoebe awoke to the soft rocking of the bed. She rolled over quietly to see what was happening without revealing that she was awake. In the semidarkness she could see that Debra lay next to her, her right hand gently slipping in and out of her cunt, twirling her clitoris with the juices from deep within her. Her left hand pushed her left breast up to her mouth and the two parts of Debra's body were lost in mutual pleasure.
Phoebe watched open-mouthed for several minutes and then felt herself quite unavoidably duplicating Debra's position. Her own cunt felt fresh and only slightly moist. Her breast was fuller but less pendulous so she could only reach it with the tip of her tongue. As she seduced herself, she began to whine softly from her frustration: her finger wouldn't spin her clitoris quickly enough, her cunt was not rich enough, not wet enough, she could hardly reach her nipple. Just then she felt another pair of lips on her right breast, another hand touching hers inside her cunt. She gave in to the warmth and wetness, allowing herself to be touched, but she refused to acknowledge what was going on even to herself. Soon however the lips had moved down her body from her breast to her cunt and were kissing her all around her hungering slit.
As Debra licked and kissed, she brought her own body head-to-foot next to Phoebe, Phoebe turned away and stared at the ceiling. She began to give in to the hand and mouth. She looked over at the cunt next to her face. She looked at the living, yearning flesh that was spreading and dripping in response to the fingers that twisted it into a thousand forms she had never seen before. Her own body began to get that tingling sensation that she had felt with Clem. As her attention caught on the scene taking place not a foot from her eyes, a hand came from nowhere and lifted Debra's leg, her left leg, high into the air. At almost the same instant another hand grabbed the back of her neck and slowly inched her forward toward Debra's cunt.
Phoebe was suddenly aware that there was yet another figure in the room. Someone behind her and above her. Someone who had been watching and someone who was now moving her face toward another woman's cunt. But she was not horrified. She could only think of the strength of that hand, and of the flesh in front of her that was crying to be touched, to be licked, to be sucked.
As Phoebe's head was pressed between Debra's legs her mouth opened to greet the yearning pussy in front of her. Simultaneously a mouth covered her left breast and a thick finger played around Debra's tongue deep inside her cunt.
The room swirled into an endless sensation of pleasure. The girls were lost in each other, pulling apart only long enough to find a new spot, a new sensation. Gradually, as positions changed and lightning flashed Phoebe became aware that it was none other than Frank Young in the room with them. He stood over the bed, leaning down and indulging in cunt or breasts or mouths that were left unattended for any prolonged period of time. He added to but did not compete with the coupling of the women. They came and came on each other, in each other, by each other. From time to time they would feel the rain fall of his orgasms as he massaged his rigid cock in the air above them or rubbed it along their buttocks and breasts until he came.
The afternoon wore on in an orgy of visions and sensations. Frank left at some point but neither Phoebe nor Debra noticed. They fell deep into sleep after bathing in each other's come.
Around nine that evening the storm broke and soon afterwards the phone rang. Debra answered. Crew scheduling called to alert her that they would depart around midnight. She rose, bathed and dressed. Before leaving the room she set the alarm for ten-thirty for Phoebe and left a note:
"Phoebe, Thank you for a stormy afternoon. I've taken the privilege of changing your flight to another airline that is also leaving just after midnight ... just thought you might be more comfortable. Frank and I will be heading home after touching down in L.A. Have a good summer....
Debra"
When the alarm went off, Phoebe awoke with a start. She washed up and dressed. Then as she was beginning to wonder what she was doing in the room, and if indeed there had been a flight or a storm or a Debra ... she saw the note.
Without a word, she packed and descended to the departure area. She found her ticket with all adjustments already taken care of. With the ticket were two roses.
As she passed the end of the ticket counter, she dropped the roses in a trash container and continued without a backward glance to her gate.