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James Part IX.
Soaring Visions

Chapter 59

I staggered into the house as Nicole gently laid Brenda on the sofa and
covered her with a blanket.
   Sara and Jules were sitting at the table with their textbooks. I greeted
them with warm hugs and kisses.
   "Nicole was complaining how you and Brenda just rolled over and went to
sleep right after sex with her." Sara smiled.
   "I didn't go to sleep!" I protested, "I was in sensory shock. The woman
is simply overwhelming!"
   "Mmmm..." Brenda stirred and cuddled Nicole, "This sweetie gives the
words 'good' and 'bad' new definitions!" She giggled warmly, "Mmmm, I love
you, you're my sweetheart!" She wound her arms around Nicole's neck and they
started kissing noisily.
   "Do you mind?" Jules called out, "Some of us are trying to study!"
   Brenda looked up, "What... what are you..." Then in sudden realization,
"You mean, like exam? Like now...?"
   The girls grinned devilishly and nodded furiously.
   "Honey," Nicole stroked her face, "I know you've been very busy, do you
need an extension? A week?"
   Brenda sighed, "N-no, it'll be worse next week, so I guess I'll do the
exam this afternoon. I just have to brush up on a couple of subjects. You'll
all help me, right?"
   "No problem," Nicole kissed her softly, "Why don't we have some lunch and
then we'll get you caught up..."
   We were going through the batch of soup and sandwiches I whipped up when
Brenda asked Nicole, "James was telling me about the 3D-Laser-Sintering
division at CE, can you tell me about that?"
   "Not too much, except that it's an emerging technology that can produce
very precise prototypes, usually within hours." Nicole said. She pulled a
brochure from her briefcase, "...uses a laser to fuse microscopic resin
beads, 90-150 microns across..." She read from it, then handed it to Brenda,
"I'll contact the divisional head to alert them that JamPC is interested.
Talk to them and let Jules or me know if you want to get one installed."
   She turned to me with me a thick folder, "And James, take a good look
through this - we need to get you enrolled for University!" She looked
fondly at me and whispered, "My big handsome college boy..." She stroked my
cheeks, then she added, "Who's going to get Sara's 'wing' for the Gyro on
paper and into the Patent Office, right?"
   "Nicole, it wasn't MY idea." Sara protested, "It was as much James' and
Sherri's and Brenda's!"
   "Don't worry, hon. It'll be OUR idea, OK?"
   "Then we should do one for Bren's ass-forward ship designing idea." I
added, as Brenda quickly outlined her radical approach.
   "That we definitely must do!" Nicole added, "But we'll register it under
Regan - she's still under contract to them."
   "And the scale-model testing idea with the high-viscosity liquid too!"
Brenda added enthusiastically. "And maybe combine it with the Sintering
process..." She went back to the brochure, "Shit, bad news, says here the
maximum size is 30 x 20 x 20 inches. That means we have to use like a 20:1
ratio in viscosity - that's like motor oil!" She shook her head, "Can't see
much good there... Oh well, guess we'll have to go with the traditional way;
the numerical jigs at Regan will do a full-sized foam model in two days.
With hand-finishing they should be accurate to a half-inch or so."
   I helped them finish the food and Jules checked the clock, "Celeste and
the magazine people should be finishing their lunch too James - why don't
you take MiniMax over and see if Celeste needs help with her journalists?"
   "Me? Minimax? Really? You mean it?"
   Jules snickered, "Are you good enough?"
   "Ah! You forget, my lovely - 'Orville' is my middle name!"
   "You're big enough to be BOTH Wilbur and Orville!" Laughed Sara. I gave
them a shake of my tail feathers as I spread my arms and zoomed outside.

= = =

Lunch was obviously over as the magazine people, some a dozen or so strong,
were milling around the outside of the Wheel. Those who weren't taking
pictures were jostling around trying to talk to Celeste. Amanda's Gymbler
was just taxiing down the slipway for takeoff.
   "Yo, sweet stuff!" I hailed her over the radio, "Hold off for incoming!"
   "Hey babe! Glad you're here. We need help with the photogs, everyone
wants a turn!"
   I signed off as I touched down and, as Amanda took the first of the
cameramen up, I topped up the gas and pulled up to the waiting lot.
   Celeste's eyes widened as she saw me step out alone, but smoothly
introduced me and arranged for everyone to take turns for an aerial tour of
the Wheel and the Marina.
   Amanda and I worked out a routine where one plane would start with a few
loops at 150 feet and the other would trail 50 feet behind, land and pick up
a new passenger. After an hour the first group left and I took over the
flying duties as I wanted the extra air time. Each turn was about 20 minutes
long and it was another exhausting hour before the magazine crew finished
their pictures.
   Marjorie introduced me to a lady deep in conversation with Celeste,
"James, Ms McGill flew in from New York just to speak to Celeste."
   "Leslie, would you care for an aerial tour of the Wheel?" Celeste
invited. At her nod, Celeste climbed in the rear jump seat as I helped
buckle the handsome forty-something lady in.
   "We have been using these small aircraft to help in determining sight
lines and visual occlusion. I've found them particularly useful in
inaccessible and difficult terrain." Celeste commented as I pulled out into
the bay.
   "That's a novel and inventive use of aircraft..." Ms McGill faded off as
I gunned the motor for take off.
   "Ah," she exclaimed, as the plane freed herself of her earthly bonds and
leapt skyward,

   "An eagle, in ethereal plumage dressed,
    Break from the veil, and flame his buoyant flight
    Far toward the hills of heaven unveiled and bright."

   I looked at her with renewed interest. She gave me a faint smile and
turned back to Celeste, "I must say you've made some very clever adaptations
in your building using traditional material and techniques. But architecture
is not just applying rules, have you considered all the other elements that
makes a building?"
   "Well, I have to admit that the structure was, at first, a simple means
to add a showroom, but, once I started the project, I realized that there
are many more aspects to just increasing usable space.
   "What made it easy was Mueller's design; simple, flexible and so
adaptable! So aside for the technicalities, I could focus on the
aesthetics."
   "Such as...?"
   "Such as the roofline, which, when extended, intersected the lone pine
tree there and the small outcrop on the other side..." Celeste pointed out
as I took them on a slow low-level approach, "Frames the vertical pillars
and focuses attention on the building. And I'm happy too with the sight line
from the road and the parking lot, which you may have noticed. I could align
the building with the end of the breakwater and open the view up."
   "I see what you mean..." The lady hmmm'd, then turned to me, "Take us
higher, James. I want get the bird's eye view." She turned back to Celeste
and launched into an animated discussion of the anachronistic conflicts of
modern buildings in society.
   I took us up to 600 feet and a slow banking turn. The Wheel stood far
below us, warm and welcoming and SUBSTANTIAL in the glimmering waters of the
lake. Leslie pulled a camera out and started taking pictures as we slowly
spiraled earthward. She finished and sighed,

   "OH, at the eagle's height
    To lie i' the sweet of the sun,
    While veil after veil takes flight
    And God and the world are one."

   I inclined my head at her and continued,

   "ERE I lose myself in the vastness and drowse myself with the peace,
    While I gaze on the light and the beauty afar from the dim homes of
men."

   "My!" Leslie glittered, "An erudite pilot jock!" She laughed, "I'm
impressed!"
   "James is our resident everything person. He flies, cooks, fixes boats
and quotes poetry to us." Celeste laughed, "Actually he's going to be going
into Journalism, right?"
   "I don't really know - I have a stack of University brochures here that
I'll be looking at."
   Leslie looked at me, "Never turn down a chance at University, James.
Don't look at it as just a sheepskin, but take it as a chance to LEARN
things." She glanced back at Celeste, "Did you know I have a BA in
Literature?"
   "Really?"
   "In fact I started University in Comparative Art!" She laughed, "Then
switched to English Literature before finding my real love and got my B Arch
degree." She turned to me, "Think of University as a smorgasbord of
learning - it's all there, take your pick and sample all you want. Just make
sure you are decided at the end of your second year."
   I parked MiniMax on the tarmac as she pulled out a business card and
scribbled a name and an extension number on it, "Call Josie Fletcher and
tell her you spoke to me about attending her school."
   I glanced at the card and I blinked, "Columbia University? Wow!" Then I
looked closer at Leslie McGill's title, "Associate Dean, GRADUATE School of
Architecture? Holy cow... Celeste, you're getting in a Masters program
already?"
   "Not quite," Celeste giggled, "Ms McGill came to tell me that there's a
spot for me AFTER I finish my undergrad studies, provided I keep my grades
up..."
   "I came out here after hearing of a young prodigy who's causing quite a
stir in the community; the same person who'd breezed through her first year
in our Distant Learning Program." She took Celeste's hand after we'd stepped
down the plane, "And I will tell you that I'm very encouraged with what I've
seen here, just remember though, that while it isn't overly difficult to
become an architect, even a good one," She took Celeste's other hand and
said earnestly, "It takes commitment and a genuine LOVE for beautiful
structures to be a BUILDER, one who can aspire to Bertram Mueller's genius.
Do you understand me?" Mutely Celeste nodded. Ms McGill nodded to me and
shook Marjorie's hand before turning to her car.
   Celeste hugged us to her as we watched the plume of dust disappear around
the bend, "That was the most humbling experience I've had." She sighed, "And
the most inspirational." She turned us to the Wheel and kissed Marjorie's
cheek, "Thank you for giving me the chance to touch Bertram's genius."
   Marjorie chuckled softly, "Bert had always said that Genius is merely
talent with a conscience; it permits one to live in ignominy, hoping for
vindication one day."
   Celeste said wistfully, "That day is long overdue... But this is also the
magic of Bertram's legacy, Marjorie. To reach out and inspire across the
years and generations." With a sigh, "It's what makes life worth living
for!"
   "You, my dear, have made MY life worth living for." Marjorie whispered
and added a kiss before going back into the Wheel.
   Celeste leaned her head on me and squeezed my hand, "I feel so... so
overwhelmed sometimes, but Chuck is right, failure is simply not in our
vocabulary." She took a deep quivering breath, "Even though there are times
I feel like crying, like just now..." She turned and buried her face in my
shoulder, hands on my back and began shaking.
   "You OK?" I said, "Let it out, hon..." I stroked her hair and back
softly.
   "I'll do my cry after the Wheel is finished..." She whispered and kissed
my ear, "And after you've screwed me to within an inch of my life!" She
giggled and rubbed her body on me.
   "Mmmm, is this how a professional architect behaves in public? What about
your loyal fans..." She wormed her tongue in my mouth and we hummed into
each other as she pulled me against herself.
   "They can kiss my ass. Fuck'em!" She panted.
   "Hon?" I murmured into her neck, "But *I'm* your biggest fan!"
   "Really?" She looked up at me with glowing eyes as she rubbed her groin
on me, "I can believe the biggest part... But show me how loyal you are...
Start with part one, the ass kissing..."
   "Now?"
   "Right now. And right here."
   I knelt down before her as she turned and waved her lovely butt at me. I
carefully kissed one cheek and then the other, adding a nip that made her
squeal. "Was that enough, my sweetie boss-lady?"
   "Mmm, no... Do the other one... Ahhh!" She moaned as I greeted her other
tight little cheek with my teeth, "Enough... P-part two now!"
   "Right now? Right here?"
   "No," She sighed, "Not here, but somewhere... close-by..."
   I swooped her up in my arms and she nestled her arms and face in my neck,
"Hurry... Leaking..."
   We rushed into the marina and passed by Amanda and Sherri. They were
working at the large water tank used to test-run outboard motors. Both were
grease-smudged and their T's clung wetly to their skin.
   They stopped and looked at us, "Are you OK? Celeste?" Sherri said with
concern as Celeste leaned back to wave to them.
   "She was bitten..." I said.
   "Oh! Do you need a doctor?"
   "Oh, she's fine," Amanda scoffed, "There's no animal around here that
could make her face beet red and nipples standing except the one carrying
her!"
   "I was smitten!" Celeste giggled and pointed me to Jewel.
   We scrambled into the cabin and Celeste kicked her heels off as she
wiggled her arms inside her dress and magically drew it over her head. Her
nipples glowed in the dim light as she leaned back on the berth and slowly
skinned out of her sopping panties, blonde hair and breasts dancing to her
movements.
   "Are we here to fuck or just stare?" She breathed, her eyes and face
tight with need. "Get over here!" She waved me over and worked my shorts
down as I struggled out of my shirt. I lowered myself over her.
   "Mmmm..." Her eyes closed and a smile spread over her face as I slipped
part way into her soft wetness. "Yessss... Do me, hon..." Her breath caught
and she hissed as I pumped my way inside her tightness. "Ugh... ugh..." Her
arms and legs wrapped themselves around me as she squirmed and softly
breathed her desire.
   We kissed as I made long slow strokes, her hard nipples digging into my
chest, her tongue touching, tingling against mine.
   Gradually she tightened her hold on me as she moaned and threw her hair
about, our bodies sliding wetly over each other.
   "Ahhh, yess, James, yessss!" She moaned hoarsely as she shook in orgasm.
Her muscles squeezed me and started my balls churning. Frantically I pounded
into her as we shook and moaned into our mouths. Eyes closed, we clutched
each other as the pleasure washed over and through us.
   We cuddled and she whispered, "God you're wonderful, my sweet baby
James..." She giggled, "You certainly ARE my handyman! Even though you weigh
a ton and I have to pee..." She sighed and squirmed out as I rolled over.
   "Stop, woman! Don't move! You are amazing!" I murmured sincerely. She
grinned back at me and slowly frigged herself as I turned on my back to hang
my head over the end of the berth so I could watch her twitching her ass
into the small head.
   I was almost dozing off when I heard the litany of noises that announced
her done with the potty.
   "God," She said, "You came gallons in me! I kept leaking!"
   "Come here," I opened my arms, and wiggled my tongue, "Let me see if
you're all clean..."
   "You sir--" She giggled as she climbed up and slid her blond muff over my
mouth, "--are one sick individual! Ohhhh! Ahhhh! A-and I love it!" She
sighed and leaned forward to kiss my cock, "Mmmm, what happened here? Did
you wash in hot water and got shrunk?" She giggled, moaned and giggled some
more as I tried to speak around her lips. "Don't worry, Mama will give you
the gentle wash cycle..." Tenderly she slipped me in her mouth and nursed me
with spit and tongue.
   Celeste looked back as the cabin door opened and Amanda stuck her head
in, "Oh, oops! We thought you were finished... We heard the john... I'm
sorry--" Suddenly she pointed at Celeste's ass and started laughing, "--to
butt in!"
   She collapsed on the floor chortling and wheezing, then a very worried
Sherri looked in, "What happened?"
   Celeste pouted, "Your meanie friend insulted my bum."
   Amanda had managed to drag herself coughing and hiccupping over,
"S-sorry, my sweet, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to malign your tushie. It's
gorgeous, no BUTTS about it!" And dissolved again in tears and breathless
laughter.
   "See?" Celeste sniffed, "Such a meanie!"
   "Oh, please forgive her!" Sherri leaned over and gave Celeste's smooth
globes a kiss, "She's just poorly reared!" She too burst out laughing and
draped herself over Amanda, rolling on the floor and cackling wildly.
   "James," Celeste looked down at me and sighed "We have some very
undignified friends."
   I looked at her, shook, then nodded my head, which, together with my
tongue deep inside her puss, appeared to mollify her a bit as she started to
moaned softly and wave her butt around.
   Celeste had finished her latest orgasm and I was allowed to breathe again
when the two recovered enough to get off the floor. They took turns kissing
Celeste, then Amanda said, "I'm sorry dearie, I really thought you were
finished..."
   "We were!" I wheezed, "But then Celeste went to the bathroom..."
   "And...?"
   "And we were out of paper."
   "Oh... yuck!" Celeste wrinkled her nose, "Gross!"
   Amanda and Sherri looked at each other and suddenly they made a mad dash
for the head, "Me first..." "No, me first!" They both disappeared inside.
   Celeste turned around and snuggled against me, "Hmmmm, it's nice to have
all our cute little sisters to play with..." She reached for my very happy
cock and held it, "And this cute little brother too..."
   I stroked her hair and kissed her, "We're all very lucky to have each
other, and we're all very glad to have THIS sister to play with!"
   Celeste nestled closer and kissed my neck, "I love you so much... I can't
imagine what it'll be like if I hadn't let you take me on a date and fix my
problem..."
   "Hey, that's what I'm here for; We fix broken hearts, twenty-four hours a
day. No problems we can't solve."
   She kissed me and grinned, "But some are easier to lick than others..."
She leaned down and worked her tongue around my prick, making soft little
kisses on the tip and around the crown. She hummed as she jacked her hand
slowly.
   She turned up at me, "I must be losing my touch, James, I've been doing
this for 10 seconds and you're still not 100% hard." She sighed, "Guess I
won't be able to practice my deep-throating..." In a solitary heartbeat I
was rock hard in her hand.
   She flashed me a glorious smile and bent to her task, working her lips
over the top and slowly sliding me deep.
   "Ahhh, yesss, sssssooo good..." I sighed, my leg and stomach muscles
bunching in the indescribable pleasures her churning mouth was causing me.
   "Holy shit!" Sherri exclaimed as they came out of the washroom, dripping
and wiping themselves with a towel. Arm in arm, she and Amanda stood there
watching as Celeste turned her head this way and that trying to fit the last
inch of my cock in her throat. I was moaning and humping and was giving her
encouragement with both hands.
   "You can say that again!" Whispered Amanda, "That's what they call a Knob
Goblin..."
   Suddenly Celeste choked and threw herself off me, laughing, and coughing,
and laughing some more. She buried her face in my groin and shook in a
paroxysm of grunts and gurgling.
   Finally, still wheezing, Celeste stretched out next to me and pointed her
finger at Amanda, "You. Come here!"
   "Who me?" Amanda blinked her eyes and wiggled up to us, "Yes?"
   "Young lady, did you know you almost cause me irreparable damage?"
   "I'm very sorry, Celeste..." Amanda looked downcast and shuffled her
feet. And her boobies.
   "How sorry?"
   "This sorry...?" Amanda leaned down and softly kissed her. "OK?" She
breathed, looking tenderly in Celeste's upside-down eyes.
   "Not sorry enough..."
   Amanda leaned down for another kiss, preceded by her fully extended
tongue.
   "Hmmm." They shared a languid session with tongues and lips and Celeste's
nipples crinkled up, "Ohhhh!" Celeste moaned and writhed under Amanda's
relentless attack.
   Sherri nestled up to my other side and held me as the two next to us made
little kitten licks on each other's lips, nose and eyes; with each action
duplicated by the other. Using just their mouths and tongues, they caressed
over the other's face, soft and tantalizing, with no obvious urgency except
for their labored breathing and shaky moans.
   Gradually a pattern emerged, when one moaned louder, they would linger on
that spot until a grunt started the slow erotic movement.
   With agonizing slowness they exchanged warm and wet caresses down their
jaws, neck and breasts. I could feel their shivers of delight accompanied by
gasps of pleasure as they licked, nibbled and sucked their flesh to aroused
fullness. Sherri leaned breathlessly on my chest, moving only to gently push
hair out of their faces. I had never been more turned on in my life.
   It was a good 20 minutes before they reached each other's sex, all the
time Sherri was shaking and sighing against me and my cock was quivering
with lust; but we dared not move, mesmerized by the sight of Celeste and
Amanda touching, loving and sharing.
   I almost lost it when Sherri climbed over me and slid me inside, our
moans echoing theirs. Even with a minimum of movement, my passion grew until
it was unbearable, until our bodies shimmered in a haze of love, and lust,
and oneness.
   Together, we came.


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