Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. (C) Copyright 2002. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. Copies of my stories can be downloaded from: </files/Authors/MikeC/> Send all comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net ============= James Part VIII. Lofty Goals Chapter 48 I helped Jules tie MiniMax down using small hooks set into the asphalt and Celeste hurried up to us. I kissed her, then I turned her and hugged her to me as we looked at the Wheel. "Do you know how much I admire your wonderful building? And how much I admire you?" I nuzzled her neck. "Dammit James, I had all this bitching saved up and now I can't anymore!" Celeste sighed, "I was gonna yell at you for leaving me with your two immature girlfriends..." she whispered, "They wore me out by making me come all night!" Jules giggled and kissed her. "C'mon!" Celeste took our hands and went up the stairs and inside. Max and Marjorie were there showing a small group of their friends around. All the walls were in place, just waiting for the floors and lights and power to be installed and a couple of coats of paint. The entire outside wall was made of transparent Lexan sheeting, providing an unobstructed view of the lake and the little bay. "This is so wonderful, James!" Marjorie took my hand, "I cannot imagine Bert doing a better job." she placed her arm around Celeste, "And this darling girl has made it all happen." she turned to Celeste, "You have the eternal and heartfelt thanks of a very happy old lady!" "Which old lady are you referring to?" I smiled, "I see three very lovely YOUNG ladies here..." "Oh go on! You sweet talker!" Marjorie smiled happily and blushed as Max took her hand. We excused ourselves and they turned back to their group. "Max and Marjorie had been inseparable since the first day." Celeste giggled, "We call them M&M 'cos they're so sweet together!" as she took us up the metal spiral staircase built around the center pillar which led up to the offices and patio. "That's Brenda's office," Celeste pointed to a large room, then she showed me two smaller adjoining offices, "This is where her fawning lackeys sit." she smiled and pinched my ass. A large staff room took up half of the structure. Four desks, each with its own desktop computer lined one side while a kitchenette with a large L-shaped eating counter occupied the opposite side, along with a large dining table with a dozen chairs. There were 2 couches along the wall with the walk out to the deck. Celeste took me to the computers, "The DSL guy said it's up and running but he won't connect the network." she squeezed my hand and giggled, "Unless I went out with him..." she looked at me, "He was kinda cute too!" "And I saved your precious girlfriend's virtue," Jules smirked. Celeste laughed, "I got him to hook up one computer and Jules figured out the router and connected the others." "Actually I only did half - they've all got the Internet, but they can't share files or the printers yet." Jules said apologetically. I showed them the simple trick to enable sharing on the computers and finished installing the laser and Celeste's poster-format color printer by her drafting table. "We'll also need to hook up the offices and the laptops as well." Celeste added. "Hmmm, the router only has 4 ports, so we'll have to add another hub or two. We'll need to run some lines - a couple down to the test areas in the main building would be useful..." I mulled, "And ideally we should hook up a wide-area-network to link to the computers at Nicole's and find a way to connect the Eyrie as well..." We took our drinks out to the patio. It was a 40' wide circular cedar deck that sat over the Wheel, providing a weather barrier and a temperature sink to reduce the load on the heat pumps. It was also a huge comfortable area for sunning and for just admiring the view. I hugged the girls, "What an amazing accomplishment! The Mueller Wheel..." I sighed, "After so many years." We talked briefly about our plans for the week and Celeste added, "It's almost time for you to go pick Nicole up - make sure you get back at six. M&M are planning a corn roast to welcome you guys back!" We could see the BBQ drums already set up over by the restaurant. We went inside and I said to Jules, "Er, are the cars still working?" She laughed, "If anything, it'll run better. Mandie was driving us up the wall so Max got her doing maintenance on the cars. She's changed the oil and filters, regapped all the plugs, cleaned the injectors and replaced the gaskets." "Yeah," Celeste giggled, "She gave me shit for taking off without warming the engine properly and that one of the tires was low on air! Then she made me learn where the dipstick and all the fluids go!" "So we're covering all the bases!" I laughed, "Max Performance, for sea, air, now land too!" I waved Celeste over and pulled her close, "And you had BETTER learn where the dipstick goes when I get back!" I slipped my hand over her ass and kissed her softly, "Otherwise we'd have a hell of a time when we try to christen all the rooms of the Wheel!" I looked at her. She started, then sighed and hugged me fiercely, "Yes sir... Master." "Honey Pie, can I help?" Jules offered, "He gave me a refresher course on the way up here..." Softly I locked the door behind me as they made themselves comfortable on the sofa. = = = = = "Hello good looking!" She whispered in my ear. I jumped and then stared. Her blonde hair was teased up and her full lips were made more luscious by red lipstick. It took me three tries to say "WOW!" and I stared some more at the loose white top and skin tight jeans she barely had on. "Aren't you gonna greet your woman the way she needs to be...?" Nicole chuckled throatily and slipped her arms around my neck. Pretty soon I could only think of how quickly I could get the outfit off her. "Er..." I managed in between gasps, "How did you get out here? I never took my eyes off the exit!" "Oh, the crew insisted I come in with them." She glinted, "Something about preventing a riot..." she smiled, "Do I pass muster?" and did her fist-on-hip pose. There was a long moment of silence when every pair of eyes were focused on her. She glinted at me and, to a chorus of sighs, she turned and took my arm, as I took her small luggage. She leaned on me as we strolled through the airport, drawing admiring looks and whistles, which she smilingly acknowledged. I had just seated us in the car when she held my face and crushed our mouths together. Finally she threw herself back on her seat, gasping, "God, you're such an amazing kisser! I could come just from that!" "Why did you stop?" I quivered, not that far from making a mess in my pants myself. "I'm saving myself for when you can properly ravish me!" She sighed, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get us home now!" she urged. We got on the highway and she slipped her heels off. "I wanted to impress you but even these 2 inch Mary Janes hurt!" She started rubbing her feet and I gestured to her. She turned and sat with her legs across my lap. "Ahhhh!" She sighed as I started rubbing her feet, "Oh what decadence, to have a foot-rubber!" She started giggling as I pulled one up and began kissing her toes. "Oh wait!" She sat up, undid her jeans and started shimmying out of them, "Ugh! Took me forever to put them on this morning... This should save a bit of time..." She stretched out again with her long legs on me and sighed happily as I stroked them. We had just turned off the interstate when she moaned, "Honey, James, hurry..." She bit her lip, "I'm getting close... Look!" At the lights she parted a leg and showed me the dark wet patch on her silk panties. The traffic took pity on us and allowed me to race to the house in a minute flat. I slewed the car on the driveway and carried her to the door and up the stairs two steps at a time. Giggling, Nicole took her top off and I almost tripped, she had nothing underneath and her nipples were already hard and puckered. I dropped her on the bed and buried my face between them, nibbling and licking as she tore at my hair and arched her hard nipples into me. Slowly I let her push my head lower and trailed my tongue down. I kissed past her fine blond patch, getting a gasp from her as I nibbled the hood over her clitoris, followed by a happy sigh when my tongue followed and started to coax it out. Nicole caressed my hair and her legs shivered against my back as she sighed her soft release. "That's good, James..." she whispered, and pulled my head up, "Why are you still dressed? How do you expect to fuck me fully dressed?" She watched me scramble out of my clothes, "Hurry dear, or I'm gonna start without you!" She licked her lips as her hand slipped over herself, "Mmmm, wet... so wet... for you." she sighed as she watched me gingerly extract my angry erection. Nicole held my face and gently kissed me as I slipped over her, then with one hand she reached between our bodies and helped me slide into her. She was soft and so hot as she urged me deeper with her nails on my back. I started rutting myself in her, her cries urging me on. I slipped my hands down to her ass and clasped her against my thrusting cock as she wrapped arms and legs around me, groaning in lusty abandon. I slowed, trying to prolong the agonizing pleasure. Suddenly Nicole cried loudly, digging her nails in my shoulders and SQUEEZED her cunt on me. "Oh god!" I shuddered and my come poured in her. Our bodies shook and we moaned our pleasure. = = = = = "So, how was the trip?" I asked as we drove to the lake. "Busy, 5 companies in a week is tedious. We have lots to talk about, but later, when everybody's there." she sighed, "Tel me about YOUR trip instead, how was Sherri?" I was still telling her about the amazing Regan shoot and Brenda's 'job' there when we drove in the marina. Nicole sucked in her breath at the imposing sight of the Wheel, "Wow, this is better than I've imagined..." she breathed against my shoulders. She had me take her on a walk around the outside before we went inside. We followed the girls' chatter and laughter to the staff room upstairs. "Nicole!" Jules shouted and ran into her arms, to be quickly joined by Celeste, then Sara and Amanda. Nicole kissed them warmly, then she turned to Sherri and gathered her in an embrace, "Welcome Sherri dear, I'm glad I'm finally going to have the chance to get to know you." They kissed softly, then Nicole said, stroking her cheek, "You are such a lovely girl!". "Nicole..." Amanda leaned on Nicole, sighing, "You should know that Sherri was very mean to me..." and licked Nicole's neck. Nicole wrapped her arms around the two girls, laughing, "And you allowed her to live? So honey, how was she mean to you...?" "She..." Amanda fidgeted, rubbing her body on Nicole, "She bit me!" "Oh...? Where exactly..." Both Amanda and Nicole was now getting quite flushed. "Here..." Amanda guided Nicole's hand inside her bikini top, "Oooh, er, I mean, ouch!" she squirmed. "I'm very sorry, Mandie," Sherri said with downcast eyes, "Can I kiss it better?" She went over and started kissing and licking a boob. "And, Nicole..." Sara slipped behind Amanda, "I think I may have accidentally bit her too!" she nuzzled Amanda's neck, murmuring, "Can you forgive me?" Her hand went inside Amanda's briefs. Giggling they waltzed her over and on to the nearest sofa. Nicole sighed and looked at me, "I think I've been jilted." "No you haven't!" Celeste gave her a long tender kiss. "How WAS the trip? Did you miss me?" Without waiting for an answer, she locked their lips together again. They were both bright eyed when they pulled back. "Yes, I missed you, love..." She turned and pulled Jules close, "And you..." I politely waited a few minutes and cleared my throat, "Er, ladies, which way's the food?" "That's all you can think of?" Celeste glared at me, "We're having a SERIOUS conversation here!" She pulled her hand out of Nicole's blouse to check her watch, "Oops, we should get over there to set up..." They fixed up their clothing and filed out the door, pointing me at the three bodies squirming over the sofa. I went over and pulled Sara and Sherri off a very disheveled and dazed-looking Amanda. "Ah..." she blinked at me a few times, "Oh, James..." she wrapped her arms around my neck and tugged me down beside her, then quickly clambering on my lap, "Where were you while I was being molested?" "Was that what they were doing?" I kissed her, "You didn't seem to mind." "Hah, little did you know. I struggled and fought!" she sighed, "But they were too strong... Hey! Wait for me!" She yelled at the girls who had disappeared behind the closing door. "Not until you get some clothes on... There may be people with weak hearts out there!" I reminded her. "Will you help me...?" she murmured against my neck. "It will be my pleasure." I smiled into her deep blue eyes. I unhooked her bra as she hummed and squirmed on me, trailing her tongue on my collar. Her top slipped unnoticed to the side as she moaned and tugged my shirt off, drawing her hard nipples across my chest as our lips met. Frantically, without breaking our kiss, Amanda struggled out of her briefs and then yanked my pants down. "Unnmph!" She grunted as my rampant cock found her hot, tight cunt. Gingerly, with slow short strokes, Amanda slipped down until I was completely surrounded my her tender heat. "God! I missed you!" She moaned as she started stroking herself on me, "Ahhh!" She dropped herself on me and hugged me as she shook weakly on me. After a while she resumed fucking on me. "So good! Ssssso good!" She moaned as I grabbed her ass and drove our bodies together. She bit my lip and grunted her release, just as I pumped my come into her. She collapsed on me, sighing and kissing my neck. "Where're your clothes?" I whispered when our shivering stopped. Reluctantly Amanda climbed off me and padded over to the kitchen counter, her saucy little ass twitching. She turned at my heartfelt cry of appreciation and smiled broadly. Then she turned and spread her legs as she ran her hands over her boobs and down to her glistening crotch. She licked her finger slowly and blew me a kiss. She slid into her jeans and a thin top. I stared, if anything it was even more provocative than her bikini. "Sweetheart, if YOU don't get dressed you won't get any food!" She pulled me up and helped me with my clothes. Arm in arm we walked over to the restaurant and the big oil-drum BBQs. Max stopped us and waved us over to a cylinder made of 3 stacked oil-drums. It had a short smokestack and an inverted "U" scoop at the base which sat over a slow wood fire. "This is a cold smoker." he told us as he opened the door on the smoker's side, showing us 3 fish hanging inside. One of them was a huge 6-foot jackfish. The girls had caught quite a few fish earlier and the larger ones were being smoked, using Max's 'Secret Recipe'. We followed him to where people were gathering for the corn roast and started working on the fires. Sherri grabbed our arms and took us into the restaurant, where Sara and Marjorie were washing up after filleting the fish. "James, help us bring the fish out!" Sara said, then looked at Amanda, "Did you tell him...?" "Er... No." Amanda blushed, "I forgot - I got too carried away." "Tell me what?" I asked. "Well, Sara and Sherri and I got to talking and we thought it might be a good idea to invite our parents up here this Sunday, then they can see the marina and what we do here..." "Hey, that's a great idea. They'll be so proud of you!" "Yeah, and then we can stay up here tomorrow. Gyro 2 needs a bit of work still." Amanda sighed, "But James, it sorta means you can't hang around..." she fidgeted, "Is that OK?" "I suppose," I sighed, "I'll just have to drown my sorrows somewhere..." She gave me a kiss, "Thank you, love!" "Don't worry James," Marjorie added, with a twinkle, "We'll look after your girls. And we'll make sure their folks get a great reception." The girls ran off to make their arrangements and I wandered out with the 30lbs of battered fillets they had prepared. The corn were being roasted at one end of the grill and Max had dressed the flame with mesquite chips and were doing burgers and steak at the other. Sitting in the middle was a skillet of oil which I used to cook the fillets. Marjorie started serving the food to the thirty or so townspeople who had collected. "We started doing this when the restaurant ran out of seating earlier this week. Everybody leaves five or ten bucks which goes back to the restaurant." Marjorie stopped me when I reached for my wallet, "You, and all the girls, are our guests." She looked at me earnestly, "For what you've done for the whole town, and what you've done for us..." she smiled, "For the first time in a long time I feel happy, and alive." She gripped my hand. We ended up with over fifty 'guests', most of whom had dropped by before to watch the Wheel being built but came back for the food and the company. Some also brought cooked food, garden vegetables or fresh caught fish and game. More than a few brought home-brewed beverages. Everybody seemed to know Celeste and Jules and Amanda had quite a following themselves, especially after Harry brought his student-pilots in. It was not until past eight before we finished cleaning up and made our way back to the Eyrie. We stood out on the patio and looked out at the lovely warm welcome the sunset was providing, Nicole put her arm around me and leaned her head on me, "I miss this - much more than I could ever have imagined." She sighed, "I just hope I never get used to the mosquitoes and flies!" She shuddered. Celeste and Sherri had disappeared inside but soon Sherri came out. "We have a special presentation... Follow me." She took us up and out to the clearing behind the house. Sherri sat at the Yamaha that was set up there Celeste spoke, "This piece we want to play you is called Intermezzo. It was written in the 1890's by an Italian composer named Pietro Mascagni - this is the song that most symbolized the Wheel to me." She took my hand and kissed me, "After James made me see, really see, the genius of Bertram Mueller's work." She looked at us, eyes glowing. "It is a song of beginnings, of growth, and a search for new horizons. I promised myself I would play it for them - the two most important men in my life." She opened the case and tenderly took her violin out, a vibrantly striated rich wine color with a satiny ebony fingerboard. Celeste caressed it delicately as a mother her newborn. She looked at it, and said quietly, almost whispering, "This was the creation of the great 18th Century master, Vincenzo Panormo," she looked up at us, "And there are two very unique things about this particular instrument." Celeste paused, then dreamily, "She is one of the sweetest and most powerful sounding violins, and it's only 7/8 size..." She softly stroked the strings and they whispered back. "Panormo named her 'Sweet Girl'... "Secondly, and this is both her greatest weakness and her greatest worth." She looked at us, "Most great instruments like this, if cared for properly, can last for centuries. However, 'Sweet Girl' was born with a defect." She turned it over, "There is a hairline crack here in the wood. It's just less than an inch long, and some say that's why she sounds as amazing as she does." She looked up, sadly, "But, although it had been meticulously repaired, one cannot tell when it will split further and destroy the instrument... It could be years, or it could be tomorrow..." She sighed. "And knowing that, there is a driving force, a need to let her sing her sweet song, because - when it happens, she'll lose her voice, and her life..." She held it in her hand and gazed lovingly at it before nestling the instrument under her chin. She raised her bow. And Sweet Girl sang. ============= (C) Copyright 2002. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. 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