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Jenni And Bobbi Ch 09

Jenni And Bobbi Ch 09

by alwaysfun_in_northbeach
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Bobbi and I spent the day Saturday flying a simulated cross-country just like you'd fly in preparation for getting your private pilot ticket.

She flew into Fresno, then down the Valley to Bakersfield. From there she flew back to San Luis, finally ending up back where we started at Paso. All three airports other than PRB have control towers, and all are about 80 nautical miles apart. It's a standard route I use for my students, and it pretty much avoids weather and gusty winds. All except for over at the coast of course. That's kind of the curve ball in the equation.

The trick, if the student has been paying attention, is to fly to San Luis first, in the morning when the winds are calm, then over to Bakersfield, then up to Fresno, and finally back into Paso. It's not really cheating, it just makes things easier for a novice pilot.

Since I was with her, we did it the hard way. It took her three tries to land in the afternoon at San Luis. She wasn't happy with herself. I reminded her that she had skipped nearly thirty hours of practical experience, both of dual-time and solo time. That seemed to relax her a little, but Bobbi can be something of a perfectionist.

When we got back to the house we went for a swim and made love afterward. I took the blame for having her fly into San Luis last, after the winds had kicked up. Part of the reason she was upset is that she works at SBP. Bobbi is proud of her accomplishments at the airport, and she knew she'd be getting ribbed for having to go around twice. She forgave me by making love with me again.

I think Bobbi and I are the most compatible couple I know. Our interaction is effortless and our sex life is simply outstanding. Speaking just for me, I have never been with anyone I feel so comfortable with. I had never been so incredibly turned on by my lover either.

Bobbi has an absolutely beautiful body. Her skin is so pretty, and her figure is perfectly proportioned. I know she thinks her breasts are too small, but in recent days I hadn't heard that lament. I love how she looks, and there's not a single millimeter I haven't explored. It drives her crazy too. I love the fact I can give her several orgasms every time we make love. She gets frustrated that I want to wait to cum, but when I do she's always surprised by my intensity. She told me Sunday afternoon that it was always worth the wait.

We had multiple conversations with Jenni over the weekend. Bobbi had convinced me that we'd just take it slowly and let things progress at a natural pace. I was still not comfortable about having sex with anyone but Bobbi. She said she'd help me if it ever got that far, and that she knew Jenni was really anxious to experience sex.

Jenni sounded a bit different the last few times we'd all chatted together. It's text of course, but her demeanor had become very excited and it became increasingly clear she was looking forward to coming home to be with us.

Bobbi thought she may have had her hopes up about a continuation of the night in the truck. I reiterated that I was happy to spend time together, but that alone time with Jenni wasn't at all likely. That usually got a smile, a kiss, and a hug from Bobbi.

She reminded me that she knew Jenni better than anyone. Because of their experiences together with kissing and exploring each other, she knows what makes Jenni tick. She did admit that part of the draw about the three of us spending time together was the possibility to once again be able to explore Jenni.

She was embarrassed about that and said, "I mean, even though we've been together like that, I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bisexual. It's just that I've known Jenni forever. I guess I want her to know what sex is like with a man. Especially with you. She trusts you. I do too. That's why this might work out, if you want it to." She gave me a shy smile.

It seemed the possibility of a threesome was something Bobbi was titillated about. (No pun intended.) Bobbi can also be quite Alpha. Jenni is not in the least bit assertive, always looking for affirmation. I think part of Bobbi's interest in exploring Jenni's sexuality is her Alpha side speaking.

When we make love she often takes the lead in initiating what she wants to do. She's not shy about directing traffic. The times I've taken over and dominated though, she's reacted with strong orgasms and lots of kisses and hugs afterward.

Granted, our experience together is very limited, but we've packed an awful lot into a very short period of time. It will be interesting to see how our relationship matures and progresses over the coming months. I can't imagine getting tired of Bobbi. She is my perfect partner, and not just because we have great sex. I don't want anything to mess that up.

Bobbi spent the entire weekend with me, going home on Monday morning. We checked in on her mom both days, taking her out to Sunday breakfast at the airport. Bobbi and I gave her a tour of the hangar where I park the two Twin Cessnas. We offered to take her up for a flight around the coast, but she was not interested at all.

Nancy won't admit it, but I think she is nervous about Bobbi flying. Even though she knows I have lots of experience as a Flight Instructor, it's the solo portion of the training that scares her. We've both told her that multiple tens of thousands of people have done the same thing, even back when flying wasn't nearly as safe as it is today. She still doesn't like the idea.

The week started out rather crazy at work, but settled down to a dull roar later in the day. I was hoping to take Bobbi flying again, since she had only one more week of downtime before school began. Also, that Monday was her last day before returning to work at ACI Jet. I knew that our time together was going to change, and that the few carefree days we'd experienced were at an end.

The weather didn't cooperate though, with a ridge of high pressure creating 35-40 knot winds even into the evening hours. Light planes are typically grounded in those type of conditions.

Instead, we ended up having dinner early, then going out to the airport to take a tour of the Skymaster. We rolled it out of the hangar, and did a thorough pre-flight walkaround. We checked oil, fuel, and tire pressures. We even started both engines and taxied out to do a runup on each.

The wind was howling, and quite variable as well. There was no way we were going to fly in conditions like that. I shut down the rear engine and taxied back to the hangar. We shut the airplane down, and opened the big clamshell door for some fresh air.

It was clear that Bobbi would need a booster seat and maybe even custom pedal extensions in order to fly left seat in the Skymaster. She's simply too short to see over the console, and when boosted, reaching the rudder pedals would be difficult.

That kind of upset her a little, so after we cleaned up the plane and put it away, we drove over and opened in the 172 we'd flown before. Her confidence returned, and she went through all the checklists with me. We weren't going to fly with the windy conditions, but it was all good practice.

Afterward we went to our favorite place and talked to our favorite bartender.Tom is a great guy and he flirts shamelessly with Bobbi. She got so embarrassed the first few times, but after a while she got used to it and started giving him grief. I think it kind of makes her horny to have a good-looking man flirting with her. When we get home afterward we have fabulous sex. Or maybe I should say more fabulous sex than our usual fabulous lovemaking.

Bobbi ended up spending the night with me, and we woke up when it was still dark. We made slow, passionate love until daybreak, then got up and went for a morning swim. As usual we showered in the mudroom, but we took our time. We both knew our time together was changing.

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Bobbi and I made breakfast together in the nude. It was so much fun! Neither of us wanted our time together to change, but Bobbi was excited about returning to work. I offered to drop her off, but she was anxious to go home first and check on her mom.

She's such a sweetheart, and so responsible. She loves her mom dearly and worries about her. It's obvious they have a close, special relationship.

I got to leave work early on Tuesday, so I drove to the airport to see Bobbi on the way home. When she saw me she actually ran to me and gave me a long, tight hug. I reached down to kiss her and she nearly reacted like we were at home, kissing me with unbridled passion. I remember feeling a little self-conscious.

One of her buddies gave a wolf whistle which broke our kiss.

She laughed, flipped him off, and called, "Ya missed your chance, Carl."

He responded by looking down at his shoes and shuffling his feet with an "aw shucks" sort of vibe. That made us both laugh.

We talked for a few minutes, but her radio went off. She all but skipped over to the fuel truck, climbed in, and blew me a kiss. I waved and blew one back.

When I got home the house felt empty. There was a message waiting from Jenni though, so I sent a text to her in response. She must have been out and about already, because I got nothing back.

It dawned on me that over the course of nearly a year, Jenni had taken up a lot of my time and energy. I concluded that wasn't a bad thing, but it left quite a void when she and I weren't chatting at our usual times and in our typical patterns. I had grown pretty fond of her, and if Bobbi hadn't started things with me, undoubtedly Jenni and I would have ended up together at some point.

I thought about how that might have turned out. It could not - ultimately - have ended well.

Upon reflection, it was a really good thing that Bobbi texted me that night. Besides the obvious, it would have been awful to have sex with Jenni and get even closer, only to meet Bobbi and find out she was "the one."

It was clear that Bobbi and I were meant to be together. I'd never been so sure, so soon, about anybody in my life.

Bobbi's shift at the airport ran 9:00 to 18:00, except when she was in school. She worked both days on the weekends too but started at 6:00 and worked until 15:00. The upcoming weekend before school started she had asked to have free before she left for Japan. That was before we ever met of course, but it meant we got to have a special weekend before Bobbi's schedule returned to what it was prior to meeting me.

She texted me right as she got off work, letting her car warm up for the drive home. Instead of texting back I called her. She had a Bluetooth hands-free device she'd added, which worked remarkably well for what it cost. We got to talk until she got to my front door.

Bobbi sounded proud of how her buddies teased her about the two of us. When I opened the door for her she nearly leapt into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me like we had been apart for a week or more. Less than five minutes later I was making love with my beautiful new girlfriend, fresh off a nine-hour-long shift on the hot ramp at the airport.

Bobbi was ripe, and her scent was intoxicating. I've been told that loving how your partner smells is a primal sign of attraction, leftover from the days long before routine showers and soap were a daily fixture in our lives.

I loved Bobbi's scent. She knew that, because I kept telling her how good she smelled when we had sex. She also knew her unshaven armpits had an erotic attraction for me.

Between me telling her things like that, and how confident she'd become in bed after we'd been lovers for a little while, she seemed not at all self-conscious. It was dark before we decided to shower off the residuals of our sex. We then took a quick swim before going out to dinner.

I suggested she keep a change or two of clothes at my place. I told her I'd clean out a couple of drawers for her and clear my rarely used hanging stuff out of the closet.

She got teary with me and said, "This is really real, isn't it? You're my boyfriend."

I chuckled and kissed her, "Yes Bobbi. This is really real."

We never made it out to dinner. We decided to throw a few things together from the pantry and the 'fridge. We ate at the breakfast bar, in the nude.

I told Bobbi she was my "dream come true."

She told me the same thing.

We cleaned up the kitchen, washing the dinner plates and utensils, and moved to the couch to talk and cuddle. We had been cuddling and talking for only a few minutes when my phone went off.

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I got up to grab it and saw it was a text from Jenni. It was addressed to both of us.

Bobbi and I shared my phone, and crafted responses together.

It sounded like Jenni was completely over the Japan trip. She was especially tired of the husband and wife chaperone team. Now that she was back with the group for the last couple of weeks before their return, all she could think about was getting home.

All we could do is tell her we were looking forward to seeing her. She sounded homesick, and anxious.

Bobbi and I got up early on Wednesday, went for a morning swim, showered, and made breakfast. I thought it was rather delightful that neither of us had been in clothes since minutes after Bobbi had arrived the prior evening.

The downside was that Bobbi only had the clothes she had worn to work the day before. She needed to get home, change into fresh work clothes, and dash to work. We had plenty of time for all that to happen, but it was a definite change from our more relaxed schedule. We had gotten spoiled.

Work was full of activity, so the day went by quickly. I took off later than normal, and hit the 5:00 o'clock glut of traffic. Compared to SoCal or the Bay Area our traffic is laughably light, but the drive from the office to my home offers no clean path to get through town. Even backtracking south to head north is problematic, which is why we all try to get out starting at 4:00.

Bobbi and I had invited her Mom over for dinner. We had quite a bit of work to do before we could start cooking. I also had to grab a few things from the store, which was a typical post-work mob scene. I only got a forty-minute head start before Bobbi showed up. She helped me get caught up by being a more-than-decent sous chef.

She left after an hour or so to go home, get changed, and pick up her mom. We ended up eating dinner about 8:30, unusually late for me. Nancy didn't seem to mind, even having a glass of wine with her pasta. The three of us talked and laughed like family. It really felt great.

I'd made peach tarts in these cool little individual ceramic pie plates I'd found at a thrift store. With a scoop of vanilla ice cream, the dessert was really yummy. Nancy even went for a little extra scoop of ice cream to finish her tart.

The evening was super fun. The two of them didn't leave until nearly midnight.

Bobbi arrived back at my place just before 7:00 the next morning. I'd given her a key and she simply let herself in quietly, stripped, and climbed in bed with me. After we'd made love, she told me that she hadn't seen her mom smile and laugh that much since her dad had passed. That made me feel so good. Nancy is a very sweet lady.

Bobbi got out the door right at 8:30, barely enough time to get to the airport in San Luis if traffic works out. She texted me at five after nine, letting me know she'd made it right as the clock struck 9:00.

She loved working at the airport. I didn't want to jeopardize her job by distracting her at home. We were still working out our routine, and the timing for everything was all brand new.

With her school schedule starting, and the 6:00 a.m. start time on the weekends, we were going to be going through some major changes. Fortunately, everything was so fresh and new that it wasn't going to be terribly difficult to adapt to those changes.

Thursday was pretty much a rinse and repeat of Wednesday, except that we didn't need to prep a dinner. Bobbi had also brought a change of clothes, which enabled her to spend the night. She called her mom to make sure she was okay, even knowing she would see her Friday morning before going to work.

Bobbi and I had planned a weekend trip to Santa Barbara, with plans to fly down straight from San Luis once Bobbi got off work. Her plan was to bring her suitcase with her so we could load up and go.

Even though the work week had started off rather crazy, it all settled down to a dull roar by Friday. I actually got to leave early on Friday, running home to get the 172 so my sweetie could fly from SBP. We enjoyed a beautiful flight down to Santa Barbara for our weekend stay.

Santa Barbara was so much fun. We explored and went to the zoo, and the waterfront. We ate too much, and had really beautiful passionate sex when we got back to the room both nights.

In a moment of heightened emotion just after we'd made love, I confessed my undying love and devotion to her. I told her that I knew it was way too soon to ask, but told her that I wanted to marry her.

She started to cry and told me she wanted to be with me forever. That got my tears flowing too. We ended up making love again, slowly and gently. We wanted to merge with each other. It was the best sex we'd ever had; it felt like we had sealed a bond between us.

Sunday morning, we looked at engagement rings on our phones. I know that must sound crazy, but we were both quite sure of our feelings. Both of us were certain we'd found our life partner, and our soul mate.

I'd never had a better lover. Bobbi was enthusiastic and imaginative. She was curious and wanted to experience everything. She also respected my more old-fashioned and reserved approach to the experience, while gently teasing me and pushing my boundaries.

On Sunday evening, once we were both back home and had checked in on Nancy, Bobbi texted Jenni. We got on a group chat.

I revealed to Jenni that I'd asked Bobbi to marry me. Bobbi grinned and leaned over to kiss me. I cupped one of her perfect little boobies. You know what happened next. We didn't even make it to the bedroom, the group chat getting cut short.

The idea that Jenni would come home and have sex with me, even once, just wasn't in my plans. It felt like Bobbi had come around to my way of thinking. It also felt like she was kind of glad I was being so stubborn about it.

Jenni was special to us both though; we wanted her in our lives. Once she got back, I trusted that the three of us could work things through. As always, in the words of Tom Petty, the waiting is the hardest part.

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