The Mile-High Flub

Welcome! This is the eleventh story in the second "Freya and Friends" series. I try to write stand-alone stories so this can be enjoyed as-is, but if you'd like to start at the beginning of this series, check out:

I Will Love You Forever

If you'd like to begin with the first series, click here:

The First Blowjob

Enjoy!

Love, Frey

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"You know, since you kids got married, I feel like we hardly ever see you anymore," Mrs. Prossa complained as they sat down to dinner.

"I know, mom," Alex said. "We've just been really busy with the house, Rio, and the store."

Mrs. Prossa smiled at her son. "Oh, I know. I just miss you."

"Mrs. Prossa, I'll make sure that Alex visits you more often," Freya promised. Then, she turned to Alex and reprimanded him, "You really have to visit your mother more!"

"Okay. Okay. I will," Alex answered.

"Your father gets to see you at work all the time..."

"I will," Alex repeated.

"And I'll make sure that he does!" Freya confirmed to her mother-in-law.

"So, how is the house?" Mr. Prossa asked.

"Great," Alex said as he spooned some homemade mac and cheese into his mouth. "This is delicious, mom."

"Thank you," Mrs. Prossa answered, "Don't talk with your mouth full." Then to Freya, she asked, "Is the house starting to feel like a home? I know that it can take a while to

really

settle in. To really make it your own."

"It's getting there," Freya smiled. "And having Cyn and Katie right upstairs is great."

"I can imagine," Mrs. Prossa agreed. "They're such nice girls."

Then Freya looked at Alex and Alex immediately recognized that look. He tried to give her a "whatever you're going to do, do not do it!" look back without raising any suspicion from his parents sitting less than three feet away, but apparently failed -- or more likely, his begging look simply went unheeded by his wife.

"And they are

definitely

keeping us busy!" She exclaimed with a huge cheery smile.

Mrs. Prossa cocked her head a little to the side. "How so?"

"Believe it or not, they're still unpacking. Katie had a lot of stuff still at her parents' house..." Freya told her.

"Well, that does take time," Mrs. Prossa said as she started to cut her roast pork.

Freya smiled at her mother-in-law. "We've been helping them -- well, mostly me. The most Alex has done so far," she lightly tapped Alex's foot under the table and Alex held his breath recognizing that tap as she continued, "The most he's done is tear up a couple of their empty boxes."

Alex gave Freya another warning look. This also went unheeded, as Freya added, "But they've been

very

appreciative. They gave him some of their homemade pie."

"Oh, that's so thoughtful of them," Mrs. Prossa commented.

At the mention of pie, Mr. Prossa was suddenly a lot more interested in the conversation. "What kind of pie was it?"

"Cherry," Freya answered.

Alex was mortified. How much longer could this go on?

"It looked so good, that I snatched some up, myself," Freya declared, adding a little extra emphasis on the word "snatched."

"Hey, dad," Alex interrupted, having had way more than enough out of his wife, "I was thinking about making some room at the front of the store for a dedicated monthly display section. You know, seasonal items, but monthly rather than just a few times a year. And maybe have those items as sale items each month."

Freya looked at him like the spoilsport that he was.

"Hmm," Mr. Prossa replied. "Let's talk about that next week and see what ideas we can come up with. I've been thinking of ways to liven up the store a little. As the times change, the old place is starting to seem a little old-fashioned."

Mrs. Prossa held up her hands. "Boys, let's not talk about work. Actually, your father and I had an ulterior motive for asking you kids over for dinner."

Alex and Freya looked at them both across the table smiling in unison.

"With all of the work that you've been doing, Alex," Mr. Prossa started.

"And everything that you've been doing, too, Freya," Mrs. Prossa interjected. "Finishing up school, taking care of Alex and everything else..."

"Of course. Yes. Both of you." Mr. Prossa smiled warmly at Freya. "We'd like to pay for a small vacation for you both."

"Oh!" Freya exclaimed.

Mr. Prossa quickly added, "Nothing extravagant. Just a little get-away for a few days."

"You kids deserve some time alone," Mrs. Prossa said, looking at Freya with an unusual twinkle in her eye. "Just the two of you."

Patting his wife's hand and giving her a somewhat stern look, Mr. Prossa said, "Okay, hon."

Freya and Alex shot each other a quick, inquisitive look, but Mrs. Prossa continued. "Go someplace nice. Someplace warm. And quiet and private." Then she repeated, "Just the two of you."

At this, her husband gave her another look and she took the hint. She stood up and started clearing the table. Freya stood up and helped.

After dessert, Alex and Freya thanked them for dinner

and

the vacation gift and hugged them both goodnight.

Mr. Prossa watched them walk down to their car, then closed the door and turned to his wife. "You need to calm down."

"What? Am I wrong to feel this way?"

"No," Mr. Prossa begrudgingly conceded. "But still. They'll have children if and when they're ready to."

"If," Mrs. Prossa scoffed. "I want a grandchild. I want

grandchildren

."

Mr. Prossa took his wife's hand in his. "I know. But it's none of our business and I don't want you to pressure them. Just let them be on this, okay?"

"Um-hmm," she said, but didn't look at all convinced.

Driving home, Freya asked Alex what all of the weirdness with his mother was about.

"She wants grandchildren," he told her.

"What? But we just got married!"

"I know. And I'm taking over the store, you're graduating and will be starting a career... And we're still so young."

"We have plenty of time."

"Of course we do," Alex agreed. "She just wants a baby to hold and cuddle with."

"Yeah..." Freya responded as they drove home. "There's no rush..." But she didn't sound very convincing, surprisingly, even to herself. They drove the rest of the way home in relative silence, both with their own thoughts.

Three short weeks later, Rio was having an extended sleepover with "Auntie Cyn" and "Aunt Katie," and Alex and Freya were boarding a redeye flight to the island of Barbados.

"Too bad we have to take an overnight flight," Alex said, yawning, as they settled into their seats.

"I don't think it will be that bad," Freya answered. She had a certain plan for their flight to make it a little more exciting, anyway.

As they reached cruising altitude and the passengers settled in to try to get some sleep, Freya started to put her plan into action. She pulled a blanket over herself, then helped tuck a blanket over him. "Try to get some sleep so we're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when we land." She placed a hand under his blanket on his left leg and gave him a little pat. Then she creeped her hand up his thigh.

"Hey," Alex whispered. "Not on a plane. There are people all around us."

"They're not 'all around us.' And besides, you didn't seem to mind too much about that when you play with my lady bits in the movie theater," Freya pouted.

"Yeah, but this is different."

Freya looked at him. "How? Because now we're married and you can have sex with me whenever you want to?"

Struggling for a response to Freya's impeccable logic and finding none, he just answered, "No. It's just... We're on a plane and people will be walking by."

Not wanting to argue at the start of their vacation, Frey mentally shifted her plan slightly and pulled her hand back down his thigh a couple of inches, "Fine. Have a nice, boring nap."

Alex sighed at her, also not wanting to argue. Vacation or not, arguing with Freya was always a no-win situation for him. But she had moved her hand away and closed her eyes so he just let it be, and within fifteen minutes, Alex was asleep. Freya looked around and saw the few passengers on their flight were all settling in for a nap, too. With it being the off-season and an overnight flight, there were a lot of empty seats. Freya had suggested he wear loose gym shorts to be more comfortable on the flight and she quickly, but cautiously, found the bulge of his cock and balls with her hand through the thin material.

Alex shifted a little in his sleep, so Freya froze, just enjoying the feel of the solid handful on his lap. When she thought enough time had passed, she gently started to knead him under her fingers. Freya could feel his erection begin to rise and smiled to herself.

She gingerly felt his width with her thumb and forefinger, then slowly dragged them both up and down the growing length of his cock. Cyn had commented on how big it was, but Freya had never really thought about it. After all, his was her first -- and so far only -- penis that she had any experience with. But sitting in the quiet and dimly lit plane, feeling his erection against her fingers, she was struck by its size. 'Cyn was right,' she thought to herself. 'Alex had a damn big hog!'

He had been circumcised and Freya liked the look of it. She had seen pictures of both circumcised and uncircumcised cocks when the three girls had leafed through some naughty magazines that Cyn had "borrowed" from one of her aunts, and Freya had definitely preferred the clean, sleek look of a circumcised penis.

Good thing that Alex had been, or she may have thrown

this

fish back into the sea. She chuckled at that ridiculous thought. Without Alex, her life certainly would have been different and she couldn't imagine how it could be any better.

Sitting there next to her husband, gently fondling his dick while he slept, she marveled at her life. At almost twenty-two years old, she had a husband, a house, an amazing sexual arrangement with her two best friends, a super cute dog, she was only a couple of months away from earning a degree in Early Childhood Education, and then she would be starting her career. Freya had it all. No kids, yet, but she and Alex were young. Children were in the future.

Just then, Alex's dick surged a little under her hand and he made a tiny moan in his sleep. She looked over at him and could see the barest trace of a smile on his lips. He was so handsome, she was stunned that no one had scooped him up before her.

But Freya had always been pretty lucky.

"Hmm?" Alex mumbled as he opened his eyes.

"Did I wake you?" Freya gave his dick a light squeeze. "Were you having a dream?" She looked at his face and already knew the answer. She held him a little tighter and whispered, "Were you dreaming about Katie?"

Alex knew that he couldn't lie to her, so he gave a small shrug and a single nod.

Freya tightened her grip on him. "You should be dreaming about me."

"I can't control my dreams."

"Maybe you should figure out a way to. I don't want to start playing second fiddle to that little tramp," Freya teased.

"But, honey, I don't need to control my dreams. Married to you, I'm living my dream."

"Pfft," Freya scoffed. "You're just trying to sweet talk your way out of dreaming about another woman. And my best friend at that!"

"Hey, this was all

your

doing. I didn't need to have sex with them. I was perfectly happy with just you."

"But you were dreaming about Katie even before that."

"But still perfectly happy with just you," Alex reminded her.

Freya could feel his dick throbbing slightly under her hand. "We

cooullld

go back to just me, you know" she taunted him.

"No..." Alex smiled. "The current arrangement has certain perks that I'm enjoying."

"If it wasn't the pot calling the kettle black, I would comment on your horniness regarding

my

friends. But I won't."

"They're

our

friends," Alex pointed out.

"Well, in light of certain recent events, they certainly are," Freya agreed. She rubbed his erection a bit, and said, "You know, speaking of horniness..."

"Oh, no."

Freya knew he didn't mean that -- or at least that she could convince him that he didn't mean that -- so she replied with, "Oh, yes."

"Oh, no..." Alex repeated, knowing that any resistance would be useless.

She leaned close to his ear and breathed, "I want to join the Mile-High Club."

He knew that once she set her mind on something, especially something sex-related, Freya was truly unstoppable. Alex sighed. "

Then

can I take a nap?"

"Absolutely," Freya happily told him as she withdrew her hand from under the blanket.

"So, how do we do this?" Alex asked, looking around the plane.

"Most everyone is sleeping or busy reading, and the bathrooms are a bit out-of-the-way, so even if anyone is awake, they can't really see us going in. So you just go down to the bathrooms, go into the first one, and wait for me." Freya explained. "I'll follow in a minute or so and join you."

Alex sighed again. "Fine." He unbuckled his seatbelt.

"And here's a mint," Freya said, offering him a small candy. "You need it." He took it, popped it into his mouth, smirked at her, then walked back to the bathrooms. After a minute, Freya stood up and looked around. No one was even aware of her, so she walked back down the aisle. When she reached the first bathroom, she glanced up the aisle, saw no one, so she carefully opened the door.

But Alex wasn't inside the tiny room.

"Psst," came a sound from the next bathroom door, ever so slightly ajar. "I'm in here."

Freya quickly opened the door and pushed her way in. She closed it behind her and turned the locking lever.

"What happened?"

"Someone didn't flush in that first one," Alex told her.

"Gross."

"Yeah..."

"But that's fine. This will work."

"The room is... Cozy..." Alex charitably commented as he surveyed the tiny lavatory.

"It'll work," Freya assured him. "This will be fun."

"Um-hum," Alex said, but knew that neither he nor Freya were very convinced about that.

"Okay. Let's see. First, let's switch positions, so you're by the door," Freya suggested. The bathroom was small, but they were able to move without much difficulty. Freya looked around. "Umm... Okay. Hand me some paper towels."

Alex pulled a few from the dispenser and handed them to Freya who laid them out on the tiny counter space beside the sink. "I'm not sure how sanitary any of this is," she admitted. "But then, I'm not sure how sanitary my ass is, either." She smiled. "Here, help me up."

He helped her step onto the toilet lid and sit herself onto the very narrow counter. Freya settled in and flipped her conveniently worn skirt up exposing her damp pussy to her husband.

"No panties?" He asked in surprise.

"I already took them off," she replied, then noticing the look on his face, added, "Back in the seat. Under the blanket. What? Did you think I pulled them off standing in the aisle?"

"I've long since given up on trying to figure you out, Frey."

"Good. I like to keep you on your toes."

"You do. You do."

"Now, pull your shorts down and screw your wife. Let's join the Mile-high Club -- or, what did the pilot say? We were at 36,000 feet or something? Six or seven miles up?"

Alex pulled his shorts and underwear down, exposing his less-than-full erection. "I don't know. Yeah. Six or seven miles or something."

"Okay! Let's join the Six-or-Seven-Mile-High Club!" She spread her thighs and grabbed her husband, pulling his mouth to hers. As they kissed, Freya could feel his cockhead brush against her and shivered in anticipation. "Mmm," she moaned. "Put it in."

With his erection back to full mast, he pressed forward and with her snatch already wet and waiting, coupled with the precum on the tip of his cock, he started to slide right into her as they had done thousands of times before. But this time was different. The odd angle of Freya's hips on the tiny counter would only allow a couple of inches of Alex to enter.

"Wait a second," she said as she tried to inch forward from her precarious perch on the ledge. "Hang on." Freya tried to support herself with her hands on either side when suddenly there was an almost deafening roar. She hadn't realized that while trying to adjust herself, she had inadvertently pushed the toilet flush with one of her feet.

They both froze for a second, and then Freya burst into gales of laughter. She laughed so hard that the contractions of her abdominal muscles popped Alex's cock right out of her like a champagne cork.

That, of course, set her off into even harder laughter.

And then there was a knock on the door and Freya instantly stopped laughing.

She stared at Alex, their noses inches apart.

"Is everything alright?" came the voice from the other side of the thin door.

Panicking, Freya looked at the door, then back to Alex.

"Say something!" Alex whispered to her.

She whispered back, "

You

say something!"

"You're the lunatic that she heard laughing. A woman, not a guy."

Freya grimaced, then called out, "Sorry! Everything's fine! I... I just thought of a really funny joke."

Shocked, Alex looked at Freya and mouthed, "a funny joke?"

Freya shrugged.

"Okay," came the voice, "If you need anything just holler. There's also a call button you can press for emergencies."

"Thank you!" Freya answered, then whispered to Alex, "Let's speed this up."

"What? Surely, you can't be serious."

"I sure am!"

"But that lady is probably standing right by the door waiting for you."

"Then we'd better make it fast." Freya reached down and started to coax his erection back. "Come on, big boy. Focus."

"Very romantic."

"This isn't about romance. This is about making a memory. A great story that we'll always remember."

"The time that we were banned from an international airline."

"Shh! Think sexy thoughts." Freya kept manipulating Alex's cock but, given the current circumstances, it was a bit slow in responding. "If I'm not doing it for you, think about Katie."

"This whole situation is not doing it for me."

"Well, something better. Get this thing up and inside me, then cum fast so we can get out of here and go to sleep."

"And they say romance is dead?"

"Romance is fleeting, at best."

"Said the last true romantic."

Annoyed, Freya shushed him again. "Do you want me to suck on it a little?"

"How?" Alex asked, equally annoyed. "Do I stand up on the toilet seat?"

"Come on. Just get a boner."

"Stop talking. It's getting there."

Eventually, Alex was hard enough to slide the head of his cock back into Freya and they kissed while he awkwardly played with her tits through the fabric of her shirt and bra. Pinching her nipples and feeling her mouth on his, he was able to shut out the horrible surroundings and start to feel like he may actually be able to do this. With merely the head of his dick inside her, neither one wanted to move too much for fear of it popping back out and needing to start over again, but the slight rocking of her hips and the tiny, half-inch in and out was starting to work.

For Alex, at least.

The feel of her wet pussy lips gliding back and forth over the sensitive flare of his cockhead felt amazing. As he felt himself getting closer -- that familiar tingle in his balls -- he reached down and wrapped his hand around the shaft and started to pump himself. It was like he was jerking off while Freya's cunt was lusciously sucking on the head of his cock.

And just like that, Katie flashed into his mind. Alex imagined her sucking his dick and he came within seconds.