Chapter 15 - Viktor
We've had four groundwork lessons, and Riley has caught on quite quickly. I'm really impressed with how well she retains knowledge. She has an inquisitive mind and isn't afraid to admit when she doesn't understand something. She asks all the right questions for a beginner, which makes me so proud of her. I've done over a hundred jumps myself, but I have a skydiving coach guide us through everything on the third and fourth days. She seems to amaze him with how much she remembers.
So why am I so nervous about today's jump? I can see Riley fidgeting as we drive toward the airstrip, and her nerves make me more nervous. I don't want to traumatize her more than she already is.
She sees me glancing at her and smiles. “I'm okay. I promise. I'm excited.”
“You're not nervous?” I ask. “Cause you're fidgeting.”
“I am a little nervous, but I want to do this,” she says resolutely. “I want to do this with you.”
I give her a hesitant smile. “You don't have to if you don't want to.”
“Viktor, I promise, I want to.” She puts a hand on my arm and I nod.
“Okay then.”
“Have you done a tandem jump before?” she asks. “I didn't ask.”
“Yes, I've done a few tandem jumps. I have done more solo jumps, but tandem jumps aren't that hard. I'll take care of you, don't worry.”
“As long as you don't let me die,” she says.
“I would never let anything or anyone harm you,” I say confidently
She smiles broadly at me. “See, we're good.”
I nod, but I still feel nervous. I pull into a parking spot and get out. The diving instructor is there, double-checking our parachutes.
“How many of us are jumping today?” she asks me as we walk toward the instructor.
“Just us and the instructor. I want this to be private.” I stop at the parachutes. “Hey Glenn, we good?”
“Yeah, we're good,” he says. “How is it going, Viktor? Riley?”
“We're good,” I answer. “Ready for our jump.”
“Well, everything is triple-checked. Do we need to go over the groundwork again?”
“No, we're good,” I say.
“Good, get strapped and ready to board. The plane is ready.”
He picks up his own chute and starts to put it on. I pick up our chute and strap myself in. “I'll strap you in on the plane,” I say. “Come on.”
We walk to the plane, and before you can say Bob's your uncle, we're up in the air, and I'm securing Riley to me. I check over everything, and then Glenn triple-checks that we're secure. We wait for the plane to reach the right altitude, and once the pilot gives the go-ahead, Glenn opens the door. “See you out there,” he shouts over the noise of the plane. He launches himself out.
“Ready?” I shout to Riley.
“Ready,” she shouts back.
“Jump,” I shout and we launch out of the plane. We free fall toward the ground. Riley is holding her arms out as we freefall as I taught her. My nerves are gone. I'm focused on getting Riley to the ground safely. That is all that matters right now.
When it's time, I pull the chute, and we're suddenly jerked up. Riley squeals but otherwise doesn’t make another sound. We float gently toward the drop zone. I can see Glen below us by a few feet.
It makes me think of my first jump. I was so nervous. I was pedantic about all the groundwork and panicked when we went up on the plane. I didn't jump the first, second, or third time. By the fourth, I knew I just had to do it and jumped with two instructors to guide me. It was the most exhilarating thing I'd ever done. I just hope Riley feels the same way.
We land, and I manage to stop us from toppling over. The chute falls around us, and I unhook Riley. “Are you okay?” I ask her.
She explodes into laughter, turns around, and hugs me. “That was awesome.”
“Really?” I ask, excited.
“Yes, that was the most amazing thing I've ever done,” she says with a huge grin. “Thank you for the most thrilling adventure I've ever had.”
She squeals and dances around. “That was so cool.”
I watch her for a brief moment, and her laughter in the situation shows me just how perfect she is. I pull her to me and kiss her deeply, forgetting myself. She hesitates and then kisses me back. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I scoop her up in my arms, holding her off the ground. Our tongues glide over each other, and I can feel her breasts pressed hard against my chest. I can feel myself getting hard, and I slowly put her down. I let her go, but she pulls me back down and kisses me again.
“Let's get out of here,” I say when she lets me come up for air.
We start to remove the harnesses, and Glenn comes over. “Can you pack up for me? I'll pay extra.”
“Yeah, sure, your driver is here to fetch you.” He smiles warmly at me.
I grab Riley's hand and drag her toward where the car is parked. Martin's waiting in the car and I let Riley get in before I climb in and turn to Martin. “Visor up.”
He rolls up the visor that separates the front and back of the car, and I turn to Riley. We exchange glances for a moment before she kisses me again. I pull her into my arms as we kiss. The car begins to move, and she moans softly. It's exactly how I imagined her moan would sound. My hand rests on her left breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. She moans again, louder, before pulling away, blushing. “Martin,” she whispers.
“Who cares?” I murmur, kissing her again.
I pull her onto my lap, and I know she can feel my erection through my pants. She grinds down into my lap and it's my turn to moan into her mouth. We continue to kiss and grind against each other, touching everywhere we can, the whole drive home.
When Martin parks the car in front of the house, he's clever. He gets out and makes himself scarce. We stay there for a few moments longer, just enjoying being in each other's arms. It feels so right, as though we were made to be together, like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly.
She slides off my lap and murmurs. “We'd be more comfortable in your bed.”
“I agree,” I say quietly. I open the car door and slide out, still erect. My pants are tented in the front. She gets out and takes my hand. I shut the car door and we hurry inside. Once the door is closed, we kiss again and make our way upstairs as quickly as we can with our hands on each other. I strip off my shirt and drop it on the stairs before I reach for hers, pulling it over her head. We reach my bedroom and I walk her backward toward the bed. I reach for her pants, but she seems hesitant and I pause.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I ask quietly. “Cause we can, there's no pressure.”
“No, I just… haven't done this before.” She blushes.
She's a virgin.
I tilt my head, trying not to smile. “We can take things slow if you want.”
“No, I want you to be my first,” she says, reaching behind her to undo the band of her bra. She slides out of it and drops it to the floor. “Just be gentle.”
“I will,” I say, kissing her softly.