Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. November 16, 2002 To our Readers, It has come to our attention there is a new writer at SOL using the pseudonym 'NightHawk.' We wish to make it perfectly clear that the person posting to "Stories OnLine" is NOT the author of the Kelly series and has nothing to do with the "JAMES World" characters. This confusion is the result of the reluctance of the Webmaster at Stories Online to rectify the situation. Sincerely, The authors of the James and Kelly series. ============= (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/> What do you think of the story? Send comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net ============= James Part IX. Soaring Visions James 64 The Steakhouse was dark and noisy with half the tables filled. More patrons were in the back at the bar. We found a table and the girls ordered a single small portion to share as I asked for the full rack. "Hmm, Dave's is better." I said when the platters arrived. "You haven't even tasted it, how can you tell?" Sherri laughed. "Dave has bigger portions." "Wow! I can't believe you're finishing this one too!" Lucy said with eyes wide. "Let him eat dearie," Sherri said, "He has lots to do this afternoon." "Which reminds me," I said, carefully licking my fingers, "Is there a wood-working shop I could use? With drills and saws?" "There's a ship-wright just behind the marina, maybe you could check there..." "So?" Sherri asked Sara, who was slowly tasting a piece. "Dave's IS better than this - except for something very unique... A nice aromatic but fruity taste." "Hmmm, I think I know... It's that stuff Chuck has in his garden! Saffron!" Sherri exclaimed. "Right on! Now it explains why Dave lost to them - and why the ribs here cost 50% more than his!" Sara shook her head, "It's not strictly needed, the saffron doesn't really complement the taste, but sometimes a unique spice would make enough of an impression to hide the fact that the rest of the recipe is not complete. Like a jigsaw puzzle with a piece or two missing, but if the scene is special enough - you can ignore the incompleteness." "Hmmm, Dave'll probably lose again unless he can get some for HIS recipe - and not the powdered stuff either!" I fished a tiny strand out, "They used the real flower here!" "You're right, but..." Sara concentrated, "There must be a way to combine its unique taste..." She wove her fingers together, "To knit the ingredients as a whole, so to speak, so that it doesn't overpower the other part, but to balance..." She closed her eyes, then smiled, "Yeah... But first, we still have to get some of the stuff to Dave..." I started dialing the cellphone. "You're gonna call Chuck?" Sherri asked, "Do you know how much he treasures the stuff?" "Do I look dumb?" I said, then into the phone, "May I speak with Brenda please? Tell her it's the man of her dreams..." I grinned at Sherri, "Chuck adores her, she'll get us some for sure..." I turned back to the phone, "No my name's NOT Enrique!" I held the phone away from my ear until the wild laughter subsided, "And remind her I can be down there with my hairbrush in an hour!" "Hello?" Brenda said, still giggling. "So you're starting with Latin lovers now?" "Si senor!" "Hey listen, can you ask Chuck..." I stopped, struck by something Sara had said, "Wait..." I tried to remember "Why are you so preoccupied?" Brenda asked, "Who're you with?" "Er, Sara, Sherri, and Lucy." "Oh, let me talk to Lucy! Talk to me after you're done coming!" She laughed. I handed the phone to Lucy and stared at the ceiling. Sherri placed her hand on my shoulder, "Something wrong?" "Something twigged, something useful. It's something that Sara said... And what Amanda said... Gimme a sec..." I frowned and squinted my face up in concentration. Lucy had passed the phone to Sara who was telling Brenda, "Yeah, he's close. He's gonna start drooling any time now - and it's not a pretty sight!" They started laughing. I snarled and took the phone from her, "OK I got it, remember when we talked about the Sintering machine and you said you can't use the output? That it was too small for accuracy? Well, then Amanda said something about putting stuff together on the computer at Regans, and just now Sara said she really loved the way our bodies fit together..." "Did NOT!" Sara laughed, blushing a little, and covered Lucy's ears, "He's very crude, don't listen to him!" "OUR bodies fit together pretty good too, lover!" Brenda purred. "I'm glad you remembered, what about Enrique?" "Oh, forget him! He's just a casual fling - a Spanish Galleon in passing, you might say." She started laughing at her own joke. "Are you ready for my idea?" I cut in, "Why don't you just draw the model in four or five parts, sinter-form it, then assemble the pieces together!" "Well I'll be..." She hummed, "Cool! That'll work! And it'll be perfect with what Amanda's developing!" She sighed, "OK, gotta go!" "Why?" "To tell Mandie, of course! And to thank her..." She was purring now, "For helping you with that idea!" "What about me?" "You have the girls there to keep you occupied..." She sighed, "We only have each other... And the nights are so very lonely." "You've only been there ONE night!" "That's because Kelly and Todd were making enough noise to wake the dead last night! Then Amanda slept through everything!" "Poor baby! Nobody to play with!" "You can laugh! And all day Kelly was feeling me up! I don't think I brought enough panties to change into!" "So go commando! Sara and Sherri seemed to have adopted it!" I leered at them, "Anyways, I need you to ask Chuck for a couple ounces of his saffron." "What? You want ME to ask him for his magic herb? His lifeblood? His reason for existence?" She paused, "What if he demands favors from me?" A soft sigh, "Hey I might enjoy this! OK, no problem, leave it to me." "You're one horny little girl, aren't you?" "And you know it! Don't be surprised if I start molesting Chuck!" She giggled, "Unless Amanda beats me to it! What's with her and older guys anyways?" She laughed, "OK, here's the rest of the scoop, Bob's taking Kelly and Todd to Brookhaven in the 23-footer today, but try not to disturb them 'cos their beautiful playmate Laura's with them and they seemed determined to do some catching up." She left me contact numbers for everyone before we said our I Love You's and disconnected. We had paid the bill and about to head back to Salty Dog when the phone beeped. It was the marina, "There's a plane from your company asking for landing instructions over ship-to-shore. I've directed her to the landing field. ETA Fifteen." I got some directions as we collected our cart and headed out that way. As a concession to executives who may develop sudden urges to unwind, Brookhaven had built a small airport on the rugged North shore with 6500 foot runways - big enough for corporate jets, but without any fancy facilities for wet-weather landings, figuring nobody would bother flying in unless it was decent golfing-weather anyways. At one time, it was boasted that 60% of the wealth in America spent their Summers in the 'Golden Isles', as the region was known and it was obvious it still applied. Rows upon rows of brightly painted Learjets and Gulfstreams proclaimed the logos of all major corporations in the country. Jules drifted MiniMax down on final and landed neatly on the last quarter of the runway, taxiing to park at the end of the rows of smaller private planes. We drove up to join her as she climbed out, resplendent in a loose shirt tied just under her boobs and tight, navel-revealing jeans. She gave us soft kisses and introduced herself to Lucy, then she showed us the large carton of electronics in the plane, "Patrick's packed two of everything in there for you - he's good; I may let him look after the Internet venture at the lake." After leaving word with the suddenly eagerly helpful ground crew, we headed back to the marina. "Where's Celeste? We thought she was coming down with you?" "She got homesick for Nicole..." Jules laughed, "Actually she's going to pick some stuff up first. She should be in tomorrow at noon." A pause, "How are the tests going?" "Good to fantastic." Sherri answered. "We do have a problem." I said, and, as they looked at me, "We don't have nearly enough run up to get to top speed by the start." "Really?" "Yeah, remember I tried a full-throttle run this morning? I was only going 70 when we crossed the start line." "Oh no!" "We're dead!" "You must have a solution!" They looked at me. "Or you wouldn't be grinning like a jackass!" "I can think of two. One is to improve our acceleration without affecting our top speed." They nodded, "The second is to ask Al to do the timing only on the last mile!" "Ooh! You're the best!" They screamed. "I knew we could count on you!" "Arrgh! I can't restrain myself anymore! Pull over!" Sherri moaned, "Lucy, cover your eyes, I need to do something nasty with James!" "C'mon Sherri, I'm not a kid! We've got TV you know!" Lucy stared at her indignantly. "OK, don't say I didn't warn you!" Sherri sighed. She leaned forward, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, stuffing her tongue in my mouth to choke off my already strangled, "Gwwwk!" Holding my head immobile, she looked at me, "You are the cleverest sweetie in the whole darn world! And I love you!" She dropped her face back on mine and proceeded to molest my tonsils. I was sprawled over Jules on the front seats by the time Sherri decided to let me breathe and dropped my head limply on the seat. Sara and Lucy were perched on the seatbacks, watching with awe. "Wow!" Lucy whispered, "Must be from the late, late movies! NONE of the ones I've seen had THAT!" Sara turned to her and said gravely, "What you saw was performed by trained perverts - do not try this at home kids!" She looked down at me, "Can you drive?" All I could do was roll my eyes and gasp. With a sigh she came around the front and sat, wedging my head under her ass. "Hey, I didn't know you could drive!" Sherri said. "What's so hard about aiming rack-and-pinion articulated wheels propelled by a viscous-coupled pulse-modulated 24-volt starting motor?" "Can't possibly be harder than saying THAT line, for sure!" Sherri agreed. Sara drove off in comforting smoothness, and, aside from two sudden screeching stops; the first to determine the minimum stopping distance and the second to confirm her suspicions that regenerative braking was not being utilized, the trip proceeded uneventfully. Jules supported my legs and occupied herself with smoothing my clothing, finishing with a meticulous re-arrangement of my underwear by sliding her hands inside my leg openings. I mumbled my thanks and went back to chewing on Sara's luscious behind. We had connected the Wireless hub and were testing out the encryption on the laptop when Al bounded into the office, "Ha!" He cried to Lucy, "Thought you could skip your lessons by staying out!?" He steered Lucy to the door, "Home, little Missy!" He turned and stood, staring at Jules, "Er, you are...?" He threw up his hand, "Wait, wait... Don't tell me!" He flicked through and pointed at the catalogue, "That's you, right?" "Almost!" Jules laughed, "That's Celeste, my sister. She's coming tomorrow." She took his finger to another page, "That's me." "Wow!" Al shook his head, "You're not pulling any stops are you? Looks like the factory is going all out for this boat! And they need it, their shares..." "Wait till Monday..." Jules dimpled. "Yeah...! Right..." He looked thoughtfully at her, then checked his watch, "Excuse me please!" Al found a phone in the corner and started speaking into it, "Listen, what's the picture on IC? Yeah... Yeah... WHAT!" He cried, "A 'Buy' and you didn't tell me? Dammit, what good... Yeah, yeah, OK go with that... No, double that, yeah, that's good. Geez next time, call me right away! Dammit! And thanks!" He grinned as he hung up and came back, "Man, the biggest scoop of the year and I almost missed out!" "Is it fifty yet?" Jules blinked. "Over! It's unstoppable!" Al laughed, "It'll be eighty before long! I gotta thank you kids, if you hadn't reminded me!" He put his arm around my shoulders, "I'm gonna throw the biggest do for you guys! Tonight, anything you want!" "That could be expensive the way James eats!" Sherri reminded him. "Sorry, Al, but we've already got plans." Jules said, "Maybe tomorrow?" "Sure, sure!" He stopped and turned at the sound at the door, "Little girl! I thought I sent you home!" "Salty was looking for James so I brought him!" "You better get going or I'll tan your hide!" "Yeah, you and which army?" Lucy laughed. "Wait till I inform General Mommy!" He glared. "OK, OK, I'm gone. You play dirty, Dad!" She said as she disappeared. "Damned women!" Al murmured with a fond smile. "Talking about the fairer sex," Salty Dog looked at Sherri, "I wonder if I could impose on you some more..." He shuffled his feet and scratched his beard, "I was wondering if you could be my keyboardist tonight... Er, I invited Janet to try out my, er, the new recipe and I was going to sing her a few songs, sort of as a peace offering and I was hoping, er, you could, er..." "Sure, Dave." Sherri smiled, "What songs are you doing?" "That's great! I've been planning this since lunch and I figured with these three Jimmy Buffett songs she'll forgive me and," He snickered, "Even say 'Yes!'" "Wow! That's so great! Congratulations!" Sherri smiled, "And which three songs did you pick?" "I thought I'd soften her up with 'Nothing Soft About Hard Times,' then 'Holly,' and finally, Jimmy's amazing, 'Why Don't We Get Drunk?' Kinda fun but with a message, you know?" Sherri had her face buried in my neck, trying to hold back her laughter. Taking a huge shuddering breath, she turned to him, "Listen Dave, they're GOOD songs, but you gotta look at it from Janet's point of view too! Now about 'Hard Times...'" "What wrong with that? It's about growing up broke and living in a shack!" "Exactly! Is that the life you're promising her?" "Oh... but 'Holly' is good. Sentimental and touching..." "ONLY if her name is Holly! And he's consoling her after a breakup!" "But it's true! She's just broken up and..." "...and you want to remind her of her ex?" "Oh," He said, dejectedly, "And 'Drunk' is no good either?" "Unless you want your relationship with her to be 'Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw!'" Sherri grabbed me again and laughed, cackling and slobbering on me. Finally, she wiped her face carefully on my shirt. She took Dave's arm and walked him out the door, "OK, we've got a lot of work to do, what time is this big seduction you've got planned?" "Six o'clock." He turned back, "And you're all invited!" "I can't miss this!" Al laughed, "The guy doesn't have a mean hair on him, but his idea of romance is a candle-lit dinner using the candle to warm a can of sardines! I hope Sherri is an extraordinarily patient teacher!" He looked at me, "Say, do you think she might want to give little Lucy piano lessons? Her Mom's been trying to breed the tomboy out of her with music lessons and such and so far, she's gone through 3 teachers and looks like this one today will be history soon!" "Why don't you bring Lucy tonight and we can see if she's really interested?" "Yeah, and it's early enough." He gestured to Jules and the Wireless connection, "What's that you're installing?" "We needed to access the Internet from the condo but had no connection. Then we figured we can hook up a Wireless one." "Oh yeah? What's the range?" "This unit is 500 feet, give or take, more over flat terrain and water, of course. This way we can use it from the boat as well!" "What do you need to use it?" "Just this PCCard plugin for the laptop." "That's it? And no wires, nothing?" "Nothing." I confirmed. "Holy shit - I want one!" "Just so happens..." I pointed at Jules who was holding a spare up. "Can I have it? Can you talk to my boys about installing it?" Al was literally hopping up and down. "No problem, Al," Jules smiled, "I'll even connect it up for you." She took his arm out the door, "In fact I was meaning to ask you about the outfit who does the maintenance of your microwave system..." The door closed behind them. I looked at Sara, "You. Me. Alone." I pointed, "Desk..." "You. Alone. Wing." She pointed at the door. I found the ship repair center Lucy told me and arranged to borrow their mitre-saw and belt-sander. Sherri's new sea-wing was smaller and required fewer cuts, which meant a smaller, lighter standoff too, so I made two in about the same time as the original one. Leaving the varnish to dry I wandered back to the condo. Sara had changed into jeans and was doing a big load of laundry, "Can't have the folks coming into the bedroom with stains on the bed!" "What time are you expecting them?" "Knowing Brenda's folks, they'll want to leave at 3. Then my Mom will find enough last minute errands to delay them for a half hour. If Sherri's folks aren't worse than my parents, they'll be leaving about now, which means they'll get here at 5. We have hour and a half to get things cleaned up." She sniffed, "Good thing the crab chowder will mask out any other kinds of odor in here." She had the broth on a low simmer and now it filled the house with a deliciously smell. She added vegetables and potatoes and one unsliced tomato. "Another secret." She smiled. We installed the new wing and Sara asked for help moving our stuff inside Gyro, saying, "The folks will probably want us kids out of the way so they have some privacy." She sighed, "It looks like we'll have to tough it out here..." She looked back at me, "You want to sleep with me or sleep with me?" "Hmm, tough choice!" I followed her little ass down the cabin, "What're the options again?" She stopped me halfway down with a hand on my crotch, "Looks like you need some convincing." She tugged my pants down and my cock out, warning me, "Watch for people!" "Ahhhhh!" I shuddered as she gave the tip a warm kiss, gently pulling the skin back as she ran her tongue around the crown. With soft motions she fisted me to full hardness, adding little kisses and licks as I leaked. She looked up at me and kissed my cock, "You like?" I could only shudder and sigh. With her eyes on me, she took me slowly in her mouth, laving her tongue to keep me wet, and throbbing. With half of me inside, she stopped and took some deep breaths, watching with smiling eyes as I quivered and panted, nails embedded in the material of the door frame. She cradled my balls in her hand and with excruciating slowness, resumed her tormenting trip down my hardness. It was like being immersed in a boiling cauldron, her throat muscles fluttering their caresses on me each time she swallowed, but she ignored my moans to hurry, choosing to prolong the wrenching bliss. Slowly she withdrew, until my spit-covered prick was barely touching her pursed lips. A few gasping breaths later, her mouth descended once more to capture my cock in her tender heat. It was too much, with a guttural moan I lurched into her and came, gasping with the incredible ecstasy she was gifting me. "God, oh god!" I pumped into her, "S-so good!" I grated out, as she sucked the blistering streams from me, then tickling my balls to coax another groaning spasm of delight. I sank down on the steps, too drained to even breath, and Sara rose to enfold me in her warm embrace, "You are my love." She whispered. ============= (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/> What do you think of the story? Send comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net