Don then showed us the wingboard. It resembled a miniature stealth fighter. It was eight feet wide and had small winglets on the end of the wings to decrease drag, according to Don. In the center was a place for what looked like a snowboard. It would disconnect from the wingboard when you decided to use your parachute.
The wingboard would be attached to the back of an airplane by a towrope, much like water skiing. The only difference was that about eight feet before it hooked to the board there was another towrope that was attached to a handle. This was what we would hang onto for stability. It also had a button we would push to release the snowboard-like device from the wingboard.
Don pulled out a tablet and showed us a video of the tests they’d done. The only part that made me nervous was the takeoff. Unlike everything we had done up to this point, where we leaped out of the plane, with the wingboard you took off behind the plane like a glider. It looked an awful lot like trying to ride a skateboard, tied to a car, and going 60 miles per hour. Don explained our speed at takeoff would be 55 knots (60–65 mph), and then as we climbed, we would reach speeds of 80–90 knots (about 90–110 mph). Once we were at cruising altitude, we would be steady at 100–140 knots (115–150 mph). When we jumped off the wingboard, we would need to bleed off speed before we used our parachute.
It was that part, bleeding off speed, that he needed to teach us. The plan was for a tandem jump with a dual skysurfing board. That way Don could control the jump, and we would get a feel for it. Then we would do a couple of jumps solo, but Don would be with us in case we got into trouble.
All went well until the last jump. Brook glanced over at me with a mischievous grin, then pointed her board down and took off like a shot. A split second later, I did the same, except I tucked so I could gain even more speed. Brook glanced back to see if I had followed her, and was surprised when I came screaming past her. We heard Don call us bad names over the radio, but the chase was on.
That was when I decided to show off and did a barrel roll. Brook, not to be outdone, tried to do a loop. The only problem was that when she raised the nose of her skysurfing board, it started to bleed off her speed, and she effectively stalled out. I filed that away as a good lesson and thought it sucked to be her. I knew Devin would love this because of how much it resembled snowboarding. The only problem was that it was way too short of a jump. My altimeter gave me a warning noise to tell me I had gotten too low. I tipped the nose of the board up and then deployed the chute. I couldn’t wait to see the footage my GoCam had picked up.
Landing was not fun. The stupid board skimmed across the ground, and the chute got caught in a breeze. I ended up doing a face-plant. It seems that snow was much more forgiving when you did that, to my chagrin. I would have to edit that part out.
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We’d just pulled out of the parking lot when Brook reached for my shorts. She pulled them down, grasped Mr. Happy, and checked him out.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I wanted to see if you had any signs,” she said cryptically.
“I think if you need a sign, he’s standing up and begging,” I suggested.
“Not that sign.”
“I didn’t get a 666 tattoo for the sign of the beast, but we might discuss it if you want me to get one,” I teased.
Brook was busy examining my member and ignoring my smart comments. Then I realized what she wanted to know.
“You’ve had all your shots, right?” I asked.
Her head snapped up, and she released Mr. Happy as if she’d been holding a dead rat. I found a closed office complex and pulled around back. I grabbed Mr. Happy and waved him at her.
“Come on, baby. Be my little crack whore and suck my diseased staff.”
Brook’s eyes got huge, and when I grabbed the back of her neck, she was ready to scratch my eyes out. I burst out laughing. She had a confused expression on her face, and I took advantage and pulled her head into my lap. Brook found half my manhood in her mouth. She knew I would never knowingly give her an STI, so she began to give me head.
The Jeep was a terrible place to have sex. I pulled Brook out and turned her around so she faced the car. I just put on a condom, pulled her shorts aside and pushed my member into her moist center. Brook loved me to pound her from behind, so I obliged. The first time took the edge off.
Brook lost her clothes and enticed me into joining her in the back seat. I was more than willing and quickly had another condom on. This time I took my time to get her fully aroused. I loved her tight little body. I marveled at how she responded when I used my large hands to awaken her desire. I coaxed her onto her stomach and massaged her back and buttocks. Brook moaned as I teased her sex and then dropped down and ate her exquisite little mound. It was already red and puffy from our previous session.
When she began to push back against my tongue and whine, I pulled off and quickly replaced it with my member. Brook gave a satisfied grunt when I filled her. I leaned forward and kissed her on the back of the neck as I began to make love to my little adventure junkie. This was new for us. She soon was close and asked to be able to look me in the eyes. She flipped over, and I covered her again, putting my face next to her ear.
“You’re a special girl, Brook Davis,” I whispered.
She shuddered and climaxed hard. She wrapped me up in her arms and legs and held me tight. It allowed me to keep going through her orgasm, which rolled into another one, and another. Brook took it like a champ, and I finally felt my second climax arrive in my own earthshattering experience.
“Dang, I had no idea I could do that. You set the bar pretty high for next time,” she said.
“If we start to play ‘top that,’ you’ll find I’m out of your league,” I shot back.
I pulled out of her and slapped Mr. Happy across her button. Brook jumped like I’d used a Taser on her.
“No,” she moaned as she tried to scoot away from me.
Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on your point of view—the Jeep didn’t have enough room for her to escape me. I did it again, and I think she had a little orgasm. I reached for my pants to get another condom when she opened the other door and crawled out.
“Where are you going? I was just getting started,” I teased her.
“Keep that thing away from me,” Brook said, and then squealed as I followed her out the other side of the Jeep.
It took her a moment to realize we were running around naked in a parking lot. I scooped her up and gave her a raspberry on her left butt-cheek. She squirmed loose and grabbed her clothes. She kept a wary eye on me as we got dressed.
“I’m hungry,” Brook announced. “Feed me.”
Smart girl. I’d just had sex. Fill my stomach and the next thing you know I’d be in a coma, a very satisfied coma.
◊◊◊ Friday October 23
My recruiting-trip gang was not a happy bunch. Someone had let it slip out that they’d gotten the clap. Jim, Wolf, and Alan were now single after they’d had to have their girlfriends tested. Tracy and Tim never got a chance to get further than their date to Homecoming. For some reason, they were mad at me because they thought I should share the blame.
I explained that while I’d taken the heat for the sex-romp we’d had on our trip last year, I wasn’t about to step up and take some of the blame for what they did on this trip. Wolf came to my defense and told them that I’d warned him to double-wrap it before they joined in. I then told them my mom had taken me to get tested and the resulting punishment. They were a little embarrassed when they realized they hadn’t had to have their moms in the room while the doctor checked their privates out. They were also apologetic when they learned Brandon had lost his job. To be honest, I should have fired him when Alan and Tami ended up in my bed.