Chapter 15

"Paulson's been in there a long time."

"Tammi must have really turned him on."

"Or vice versa."

"She's no cherry."

"She could be!"

"Cathy, do you know what the odds are?"

"You forget, Linda. A year ago, I was Tammi Brooks. You and the other stews were probably talking the same way about me."

Linda laughed.

"You're right, Cath. We sure were. You and Mac. God, it seems like only yesterday."

"I know. Well, looks like we have some new meat for the pad."

"Tammi already said she'd adore rooming with us. Isn't she cute? Fresh as a daisy."

"Does it seem possible we were that way once, Linda? Really?"

"No, Cathy, it doesn't."

Tammi Brooks was no virgin. Not with that burnished copper hair and those slender legs, jutting buttocks, sparkling blue-green eyes! At twenty-one, she had formed attachments with men her own age, none of them lasting. Mutual masturbation, a couple of back-seat affairs and one fraternity fuck. That was about it.

Captain James Paulson was a different matter. He was a real man. A stud. He fucked her in the cabin with a zestful lust that surprised and excited her. His searing cock was a horn that impaled her cunt like no college fumbler had ever done. Tammi was aching for experience and this wild fuck at 23,000 feet was more than she had hoped for! She threw her legs up in the air so that he could bury that massive bone in her purse.

Paulson fucked her in missionary fashion, face to face, rammed her from the rear, and shifted to sixty-nine and back to conventional before he let himself go, creaming her cunt with his jism in a wild climax to thirty minutes of sexual abandon. Tammi sobbed with gratitude.

"I'm sorry I scratched your back, Captain Paulson," she said as they were dressing.

"Call me Jim," he said. "No sweat."

When he went back to the cockpit, he vowed that she would be on as many of his flights as possible. Ms. Brooks was a racing machine. He could fly her anywhere.

Cathy joined in with the other stews as they ribbed Tammi good-naturedly for the rest of the trip—out of earshot of the passengers, of course. She thought of her own first flight and knew that Tammi would be all right. She took the kidding with grace and a sense of humor. She had apparently been turned on by Paulson and in turn had satisfied the captain. They had been together for almost forty-five minutes. And now Tammi was one of the bunch, or about to be, as soon as they checked out at Tampa and headed for St. Pete. She could almost see Randy up there with Paulson, trying not to grin. Paulson may have performed the "rites of passage," but Randy Keller would be driving Tammi out to the quadruplex. She would ride with Linda. Pete and Bill should already be there, waiting for them, ready for the party.

She and Pete had grown close during the past year. He was not ready to settle down yet, but Cathy realized that she wasn't either. Life was too full, too good. They hadn't yet made love while skydiving, but they had tried it many other ways. Once, even, he had drunk wine from her cunt. She had smeared his cock with honey once, and lapped it off until he creamed like a squeezed bottle of hand lotion. It had been an exciting year, not only with Pete, but with Randy and her brother, Bill.

She had always thought of Bill as being a total square, a proper sort of man who put business before pleasure. She had found out that she had been mistaken. Bill had only been that way around her, because of the taboo of incest. Now that the barriers had been torn down, she really liked him. So did Linda. They were almost inseparable. Bill still flew around the world, but he was in San Francisco and St. Petersburg a lot, too. Linda would never have to worry if she married him. Bill was wealthy. He had made some solid investments. Pete listened to him, even, and Pete was doing all right in the market, too.

She and Linda waved goodbye to Randy and Tammi in the terminal. They wanted to be at the pads before them, so the two women dashed to the parking lot and were off before Randy and Tammi even got on the shuttle.

"What do you think about the new stew?" Linda asked Cathy on the causeway.

"She got her wings, evidently. I like her. I think she'll be a barrel of fun."

"Me, too. Randy looks just like his name implies."

"What do you mean?"

"Randy. He looks randy as a bull around that redhead."

Cathy laughed.

"Good. I just hope Pete doesn't get carried away."

"You don't have to worry about Pete. He's a party stud, but you and he have something special between you. He's changed, Cath. Don't get jealous tonight. Just keep on rockin'. You'll see what I mean."

"Thanks, Linda. For the advice. I can remember how Pete and I got started. I shouldn't be catty about Tammi. After all, we both agreed that if she wanted it, she'd be a good stew to carry one of our keys."

"Right. And, tonight, I have a surprise for all of you that makes Tammi's membership in our little club all the more important."

"Surprise? Tell me now."

"Oh, no, Cathy. That would spoil it. Now just don't ask me any more questions. Because I'm not going to give you even a hint."

And, she didn't. The rest of the drive was uneventful, the silences comfortable but long in duration. Cathy wondered what the surprise was. She had a feeling she already knew, but didn't want to spoil it for Linda.

Pete opened the door and took Cathy into his arms. Linda shot by them both and raced to Bill who was waiting for her, arms outstretched. After some brief chatter, Linda and Cathy went off by themselves to change into casual clothes. Pete mixed drinks for all of them.

"Randy's on his way, driving slow with a new stew—a redhead that'll knock your eyes out," Linda said when she had sipped the top off her Cuba Libre. It was a balmy evening, just right for rum drinks.

"Maybe he'll stop off at a motel before he gets here," said Bill Merritt.

"No chance," said Linda. "He knows the rules. This initiation's just as important as the one Paulson conducted on Flight 563."

"Paulson was the flight captain?" asked Pete.

"He was with Tammi a long time, too," said Cathy. "Both of them tried their best to look casual, but it was obvious he went beyond the call of duty with her."

"Sounds like Tammi's some kind of a lion tamer," said Pete.

"She may be," offered Linda.

"Well, let's hope she's not a party pooper," said Bill.

The talk drifted on to other subjects, easygoing and natural. They all stopped talking, however, when the sound of tires on the gravel out front arrested their attention.

"Just in time," said Pete. "I was just going to mix another batch of Cubas."

"Better make six," said Linda.

"Six it is," he replied.

Tammi was greeted by the foursome as Randy escorted her through the door. Pete gave a long wolf whistle. Bill just stared, wide-eyed, at the stunning redhead. Linda took her by the hand and introduced her.

"Now, you can change while I calm these sex fiends down," she said, leading the bewildered girl away from the others. "See if you boys can keep your eyes in your head and your pricks in your trousers while we're gone."

Everyone laughed.

When Tammi came back she was dressed in capris and blouse. She looked, Cathy thought, like a model or a movie star. It was going to be interesting this evening. Even she was curious about the new stewardess. She remembered how Linda had treated her, how easy it had been to assimilate into the small group.

"Everyone have a drink?" Pete asked.

"Yes!" They all answered.

"Then I propose a toast. Here's to Tammi. She may have gotten her wings on board an L-1011, but tonight she's coming to a soft landing. Here's to you, Tammi!"

They all drank to the new girl and she graciously kissed each one on the cheek afterwards.

"Hey, she's all right," said Pete.

"I'll drink to that," said Randy.

"Hey, hey," from Bill.

"And now," put in Linda, "I'd like to make an announcement and a toast of my own."

"Sure, kid," said Pete. "Go ahead. What's the big news?"

"Bill wanted me to tell you," said Linda, "so here goes. Tammi, I hope you like us. This was my pad, originally, and now it's yours and Cathy's. Bill and I are getting married."

"What?" Cathy said.

"You're all invited to the wedding. Tomorrow !"

A chorus of congratulations greeted this announcement with Cathy's louder than the rest. She was genuinely pleased. She had hoped this would happen. She couldn't think of a nicer sister-in-law. She gave Linda a big hug, tears welling up in her eyes.

"And the toast," said Linda, "is to all of you—the nicest people in the air or on the ground!"

"But for tonight," said Bill, "all systems are go. We don't want any special treatment."

Cathy gave him a hug, too. Soon, everyone was kissing everyone else. Pete brought out champagne and lit up two joints that were quickly passed around. Tammi seemed to fit right into the impromptu celebration.

"Who's Bill?" Tammi asked Cathy some time later.

"He's my brother. Pete is Linda's brother. We're all brothers and sisters."

"I'll say you are," said the redhead. "I've never seen a group like this. When do we split up and go our separate ways for the evening?"

Cathy looked at Tammi and laughed.

"Split up? Why we don't, honey. It's all for one and one for all at this party!"

"You've got to be kidding!"

"Am I?" she said. "Just wait and see."

Cathy arose from the couch, holding her glass aloft.

"Boys and girls," she said in a loud voice. "Tammi has just informed me that she is ready for the ball to begin. Shall we?"

For an answer, Pete, Bill, Linda, Cathy and Randy all began taking off their clothes. Tammi looked at them all with wide incredulous eyes. Then, a smile breaking on her face, she too began stripping.

"Well, come on gang," she shouted. "What the hell are we waiting for?"