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"Summer Breeze" was written for the 2018 Literotica Summer Loving competition. It's a standalone story, but with a couple of the same characters as one of my last year's Summer Lovin' entries, "Summertime Sadness." Nothing sad about this one though. It's light, happy, it was fun to write. Almost as much fun as the real thing. Hope you enjoy. ... Chloe
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"Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' though the jasmine in my mind"
Summer Breeze, Seals and Crofts
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"Jeez, Teresa," my Pops says, walking in on us, coffee in hand. "I know Rog's your boyfriend and all, but show some respect for your Pops, huh. Sun's not even up. Save it for tonight or something."
"Shoulda knocked first, Pops," I say, kind of releasing my liplock on Roger and grinning. "You need a coffee, Rog?"
"No door to knock on," my Pops says. He's right, coz it's the living room and there is no door. Just a big archway. Oh well. "Boy needs a cold shower. Here, take this one, Rog. You can get me a refill, girl. Make yourself useful."
"Thought I was, Pops," I say, sliding back off the couch and Roger and onto my feet. Yeah, Roger needs a cold shower. So do I. Or some time alone with my boyfriend but that's not gonna happen until tonight. Whatever, I'm not complaining coz there's a reason we're all up way before dawn.
I grin at Roger. "Making myself useful, right Rog? Until you walked in, Pops." I pout. I pout really well, coz Pops laughs and Rog is grinning.
"Useful? Not for me, you weren't, so move your ass, Teresa." Pops grins, easing himself down into one of the chairs.
"Usual?" I ask, over my shoulder.
"Yeah," he says. "Thanks."
"Nice day for jumping," I hear Rog say.
"Yeah, so she talked you into it again, huh?"
"You're talking, Pops. We're both here, aren't we?" Rog's laughing coz yeah, I'd talked Pops into jumping with me when I took it up. Hadn't taken much even though he hadn't jumped since he'd been in the Army forty years ago and he'd loved it. He was jumping with us today, in the morning anyhow. "Look who else got talked into it."
Pops' laughter carries into the kitchen. "Got us all wrapped around that little finger of hers."
"You wouldn't want it any other way, Pops," I call from the kitchen. I know my Pops, he spoils me, but I never push it.
Pops laughs. So does Rog. Me, I'm smiling.
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"Okay, that's everything in the back of the truck." I look up, just about bouncing coz it's half an hour to dawn and its' way early and we're ready and I'm really looking forward to this. Entire day down at the field, jumping and with a bit of luck I'll get four, maybe five jumps in. I've done six in a day before but that was pushing it. I'm gonna be happy with four or five and that's about the max coz we all pack our own rigs. No-one else to do it for you although Jazzy checks. She's our rigger, she's certified, she's totally safety conscious 'n packing takes time. Takes me time anyhow, coz I'm totally meticulous about packing my rig. Pops drilled that one into me right from day one.
"Come on, let's get moving. I wanna get on that first load." I really do, I love that first jump of the day in the freshness of the morning. Sun coming up. Cool air. The silence of dawn at ten thousand feet. It's just bliss. Nirvana.
It's a small strip we jump from, built back in the 1940's for that big war thing, way back when. Not much to it. Single all weather strip, half a dozen old hangers and one's used by our skydiving club. Jake keeps his old Cessna 182 that we use for jumping in there. There's the other Cessna, the one he uses for pilot training coz that's what he does, and he's got an old Grumman Ag Cat that he does crop dusting with.
Jeff's the guy down at the field and he does all of that along with running the avgas pump and servicing a few other aircraft that're based here and small aircraft passing through coz it's a good little strip to touch down on and take a break. Gas. Stop the night. Whatever. But Saturdays through summer, when the weather's good, those are jump days and the call goes out and we head for the field coz this is no commercial jump school. It's a club and it's all volunteer, even Jeff flies for free. We just gotta chip in for the old Cessna coz it does cost to keep it running.
Saturdays there's usually nobody much around 'cept us and maybe one or two guys doing touch and goes here on the weekends coz this is no commercial field. It's a rundown little general aviation strip, no tower, no nothing except the strip, grass, those old hangers, the avgas pump and the two old trailers of Jeff's back of his hanger. One's his office, he lives in the other. Anyhow, the weather forecast for today says it's gonna be perfect. No breeze to speak of, no cloud, sunny and I can't wait coz there's just nothing like climbing out the door eight thousand feet above the ground and just free falling 'n I start to sing, not too loudly though...
"And I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
"Enjoy yourself, Teresa." Mom's up way early and she's wandered out. Dad got back from wherever he's been working last night. Somewhere in South America I think it is. He's back for a couple of weeks before he heads off on another consulting job and him and Mom went to bed early. "And be careful. You two look after her, okay."
"I'll be careful, Mom."
"You bet." Rog knows jumping kind of scares my Mom. It scared him when came along with me the first few times, but he came and did the training and jumped coz I wanted to try it and now he's as hooked as I am and I love it that he comes with me every time. His folks aren't so keen on it though, and my bestie, she's Rog's sister, she won't come with us at all coz even watching plain terrifies her. She thinks I'm crazy.
I just laugh, coz it's such a buzz but I don't try and talk her into it or anything.
"Relax, Michelle, it's safer than jumping off the roof." Pops is grinning coz he knows Mom.
Pops, he's another story. He'd jumped way back when, when he was in the Army. "Think I'll try it too," he'd said, back when I'd told him what I was doing. He had, too. Seventy years old and he'd jumped with Rog and me when I started and he was as hooked on it as I was now. Although I think he enjoyed the beers afterwards and the "how the fuck old are you, dude?" comments from the other guys jumping. Coz he was way and by far the oldest guy jumping. By about thirty or forty years. Minimum. He loved it.