Late the following afternoon

Trey

Even though it delayed us for several hours, I’m glad we decided to take Dad’s corporate jet to Monaco. It seemed foolish to leave a brand new Gulfstream G650 standing idle. I’ll have to pay the corporation back for the crew and fuel, but that’s a small price to pay for first class luxury.

The meeting with the attorneys this morning had a few interesting twists, but nothing in Dad’s will had been changed since right after the divorce. That means that all of his stock will be placed into a trust for Tyler and me. Over the next twenty years we will gain control of the stock and voting rights, but for now we will only receive the quarterly dividend payments.

The remainder of his estate will be split evenly between the two of us as well. It was a smart move for Dad to protect the stock and allow us to gain control over time. Neither Tyler nor I have managed our inheritance from Papa very well. Besides, our first quarterly dividend payment is only about three weeks away and it will be more than four times as much as our entire inheritance from Papa. So, neither of us have anything to bitch about.

“I still can’t believe Dad is gone.” The words tumble from my mouth as the thought strikes me. When my phone rang yesterday afternoon, part of me still expected to see his name.

“I’ll bet there will be times when you are going to miss him,” Mandy says in that soothing voice of hers.

“I have missed him for years,” I confess, reflecting on how our relationship had changed back when I was just a kid.

“What do you mean?” she asks, confused by my statement.

“Dad missed our eighth birthday party.” I clear my throat, surprised by the sudden upheaval of emotions. “It was the day Tyler and I realized that we were no longer his priority.”

“Because he was working instead?”

“Yeah, he was closing a big deal, so he couldn’t make it to our party. But he had promised to call us when he finished,” I tell her, recalling every detail of that day. “We waited for him until an hour past our bedtime, but we never got a call.”

“Ouch. That’s rough.” Mandy runs her fingers through my hair; soothing me in the same exact way Mom had done that night.

“Things were never the same after that,” I continue. “Even when he was home, he would be in his office returning phone calls or working on the computer. Once we were teenagers, he would call each of us in there for a stern talk every Sunday afternoon. It gave us a chance to review our mistakes from the previous week.” I think back to how much I used to dread Sundays. “My talk always revolved around the fact that I didn’t have straight A’s or enough extra curricular activities,” I add.

“You must have had pretty decent grades,” Mandy says with an air of confidence in her voice.

“I graduated as an honor student with a 3.92 GPA overall.” I shrug.

“Really? And that wasn’t good enough?” she gasps. “That’s better than mine.”

“No, because Dad was the valedictorian of his class.” I explain. “Nothing was ever good enough. The only compliments that I ever heard from him were directed toward Tyler.” I shake my head in bewilderment. “When he became Captain of the football team, it was Dad’s proudest moment. You would’ve thought he had won the nobel prize or something.”

“He obviously had higher expectations for you,” Mandy postulates, in an attempt to make me feel better about the past.

“He expected me to be him, but I’m nothing like him,” I explain, still frustrated by the notion. “I’m a lot more like Papa. He always treated people right.”

“Honestly, Dad never understood how Victor could have been his son,” Mandy admits. “He thought your grandfather was such a nice man.”

“He was a workaholic too, but yeah, he never seemed stressed and I only remember him yelling and swearing that one time.” I think back to how shocked I was that night when I heard him yelling at Dad. I immediately knew that something very bad had happened.

“Was that when he found out what Victor was doing to us?” she asks, with a sad look in her eyes.

“Exactly.” I lean over and give her a kiss. “It’s the only time I saw Dad left speechless. He had no rational explanation for what he had done to your family.” I can’t imagine how horrifying it was when he realized what his son had done to his best friend’s family. “Papa never forgave him.”

“Your dad wasn’t all bad though, you got to go on all kinds of great vacations,” Mandy says, changing the topic to something less sensitive. “Most people haven’t been all over the world like you.” Her voice is laced with a hint of jealousy.

“That’s true. Whenever we were out of school he would take us along on his business trips,” I admit, thinking back on all of the different places we had visited. “It wasn’t because he wanted to though.”

“It was your mother’s idea?” she asks with a giggle.

“Yeah, he was on the road so much that she demanded he take us whenever possible. He would go to meetings and we would go with Mom, shopping or whatever.”

“So that’s why you don’t like shopping,” she guesses accurately.

“Yeah, we always had to carry her bags. So, that was fun. I really hated Paris… and Milan.” I think about how we had to struggle with all of her bags after those two shopping sprees. Milan was the worst.

“I’m perfectly okay with picking out my clothes online,” she says with a big smile, having just picked out a dozen new outfits in a matter of minutes.

“Let’s just hope they fit!” I joke, causing a little worry to creep into her eyes. “Don’t worry, they will be perfect.” I glance down at her legs, imagining what they will look like in the short summer dresses she has been adding to her shopping cart.

“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs, giving me a sexy look.

“I’m thinking about whether or not Dad had security cameras installed in this plane.” I would prefer not to have a full recording of this flight.

Mandy

Even though it’s been less than twenty-four hours, I can tell that Trey is feeling the same urge that has been nagging at me ever since we left the ground. I’m not sure what it is about flying with him, but I am so turned on right now. Maybe it’s the lack of outside distractions up here. He has one hundred percent of my attention and right now I am focused on just one thing.

“Where would they have the cameras?” I ask, figuring we should be able to find a safe spot somewhere. “I’m not officially a member of the mile high club, yet.”

“The cameras are always hidden so passengers can’t tamper with them,” Trey replies, getting up out of his seat. “I’ll be right back.” He walks up to the cockpit door, knocks and enters. I can feel my excitement growing with each passing moment. I close my eyes and glide my hand across the smooth, supple leather beneath me. I’ve never felt such a soft, comfortable seat; it’s hard to believe we are in an airplane. I can’t even imagine how much this plane must have cost.

“We are clear,” Trey says, startling me. “Come here.” He reaches for my hand and leads me further back in the plane.

We stop at a double seat that reclines all the way down with a click on his iPhone. With another click, shades go down covering all of the windows. “Whoa, that’s a little too dark.” He laughs before clicking another button to turn on the ambient lighting.

“You did all that from your iPhone?” I ask in amazement.

“Yeah, I just got the username and password from the captain. It shows me all of the electronic systems onboard and allows me to control them. It also includes a button to turn off the security cameras,” he says with a wink.

“That’s so cool!” My mind is temporarily blown, but as soon as Trey moves toward me it quickly goes back to its prior obsession.

“Come here, sexy,” he says with a spark of lust in his eyes.

As his lips touch mine, I once again feel the surge of electricity. It is something that I find truly amazing. I can understand having that reaction to our first kiss, but it seems to happen almost every time he kisses me. It makes me wonder why I have never felt anything similar with my other boyfriends. Even my very first kiss pales in comparison and I really liked that guy. There is something between us that is not normal, at least not normal for me.

“What do you feel when we kiss?” I ask breathlessly when our lips part.

“Kissing you is absolutely a rush,” he replies with shimmering eyes. “And making love to you is almost spiritual. There is no other way to describe it.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. He guides me back onto the reclined seat and straddles me while our lips and tongues continue their passionate tango. I could kiss this man for the rest of the flight… probably for the rest of my life.

I feel his hands slip under my dress and he begins to slide my panties down my thighs. My immediate reaction is to grab hold of his belt buckle and pry it free. “Just relax for a moment,” he whispers, slipping off my sandals and sliding my panties the rest of the way down.

I lay back and close my eyes as I feel his lips begin teasing their way up my legs. First he kisses the left one, then the right and slowly, painfully works his way up to my inner thighs. He then proceeds to linger between them, gently kissing and nibbling my sensitive flesh, teasing me in a way that is literally driving me crazy. In frustration, I grab hold of his hair and pull him toward me.

“Mmm… I like seeing you impatient,” he teases. “That tells me I’m doing it right.” He smirks and goes right back to what he was doing.

I feel his breath against my skin and my body yearns with anticipation. There is an anxious tension building within me, something so powerful that it feels as if a part of me is missing. Like a painful void that needs to be filled as soon as possible. My breath catches as his hot, moist tongue comes into contact with my most sensitive flesh. Again there is a sensation that immediately displaces the tension that has been building. I nearly orgasm when his lips envelop me; his swirling tongue is suddenly projecting a nearly perfect state of bliss.

“Oh, fuck that’s amazing.” I grasp his hair again while arching my back in an effort to pull back just a bit. The more I squirm, however, the more intensity he bestows upon me. It’s as if he is testing my limits, to see how much I can take before begging for mercy. I’m not the type who begs for mercy. My mind continues to drift into a deeper state of ecstasy with each passing moment.

He changes position just slightly and I suddenly realize that he’s got me. My body begins to shake even though I’m fighting desperately to maintain control. The fact that I’m losing it seems to encourage him even more. He apparently is not going to let up until he has sent me straight into oblivion. A now familiar feeling begins to wash over me and I want to see how long I can make it last. Just as that thought floats through my mind, I come to the startling revelation that I simply can’t take anymore. I squeeze his head between my thighs and push with both hands against his forehead. “My God! Are you trying to kill me?”

“I absolutely love that,” he gasps, looking up at me with a smart ass grin plastered across his face.

Trey

I’m determined to make Mandy’s initiation into the Mile High Club something that she will remember for a lifetime. A dazed look greets me as I move up to kiss her. It’s obvious that she has never had such an intense experience, which makes it all the more special for me. I’m becoming obsessed with the idea of opening her up to all kinds of new experiences. I guess it’s my way of making up for anything she might have missed out on earlier in life.

“Are you okay?” I have to ask after seeing the blank look on her face.

“I’m wonderful,” she moans, reaching up to pull me into a hot and passionate kiss. After a few seconds I pull back, completely in awe of what is happening between us. I now understand what people mean by chemistry. Our chemistry seems as if it could be explosive.

I push forward into her, tugging at her lower lip with my teeth. It’s something I have never even thought of before, but I’m actually turned on by the way she tastes. How crazy is that? I feel the tip of my cock making it’s way between her folds, but I remain focused on her mouth. The intensity of our kiss continues to escalate as I continue to move gently, but deliberately within her.

“Mmmm, you’re going to make me come again,” she moans against my lips. The look of concern in her eyes makes me believe that she’s not comfortable with the notion.

“Just relax and go with it,” I whisper. “No one can hear us.” I lower my head, drawing one of her pert nipples into my mouth while continuing to move my hips.

“Oh God!” she cries. I continue to massage her right breast with my lips and tongue before moving to the left. Each time I move within her, she moans incessantly and begins to thrust her hips in rhythm with mine.

I move back to her mouth and kiss her with an overwhelming sense of passion. “You are incredible!”

I find myself wanting to tell her how I am feeling inside, but decide it is safer to continue expressing myself physically instead. Words can never be unspoken. I’m completely caught up in a feverous moment of excitement and lust. It’s as if I cannot get enough of her energy, her touch or her incredible body. To say that I am starting to feel a little obsessed would be putting it mildly.

I have never been with a woman like her; someone who makes me feel so alive and so vibrant. I’m starting to believe that it’s possible for two people to come together in a much more meaningful way, far beyond anything I have ever experienced. Jesus, I need to get a grip. I’m letting my emotions get the best of me. That is exactly how I got hurt so bad last time.

I refocus my energy on giving her the most intense sexual experience possible. In my mind, I’m pretending that this is the last chance I will ever have to make love to her, so I need to make it as memorable as possible. I put everything into it and only after she has had another incredible orgasm do I allow myself to climax. God, I love doing that for her.

I grab a blanket and wrap it around us. We collapse into each other’s arms, naked and completely spent. “I love touching you,” I tell her as I stroke her backside.

“I love the way you touch me,” she replies with a tender kiss and a dazed smile.

For the first time in my life, I find myself living in the present moment. My mind is quiet and focused on being right here, because nothing else matters. I wrap my arms around Mandy and snuggle into her. “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

“Thanks!” She laughs. “By the way, how was dinner with Silvia last night?”

“You would have to ruin a perfect moment like this by bringing Mom into it.” I roll my eyes without giving her an answer.

“She’s still opposed to us dating isn’t she?” She beams like a teenager who is getting away with something.

“Yeah, she definitely thinks I am making a huge mistake.” I squeeze her tight. “I think she would change her mind though, if she saw how happy we make each other.”

“Dad was really upset when I told him that I was going to Monaco with you,” she confides. “So he’s being just as guarded about the whole situation. I guess I can’t really blame either one of them.”

“I’m glad you and I have been able to put the past behind us.” I sweep some stray hairs from her face and give her another kiss. “I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone.”

“Me either. It seems like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s crazy,” she says with the cutest look of fascination in her eyes.

I squeeze her tight and continue to bask in her warmth. I’m not going to let Mom or anyone else mess up this relationship. I foolishly walked away from my first love and I won’t make that mistake again. Maybe everything does happen for a reason.