One Saturday evening, Rich called to let Becca know that he would not be able to make it to the track. There was a Cadillac Club meeting, and Rich never missed one of those. Becca had grown fond of many of the men she drag raced with, so she had no issue hanging with the guys. Besides, many of them were her father’s age, and treated her like a daughter. When Becca pulled up, she noticed the normal grew all hanging out.
“Where’s your pops at?” Jackson asked her.
“He had more important things to do,” she replied.
“Oh…that’s right,” John piped up. “It’s the third Saturday of the month! It’s Caddy time. Some of the guys didn’t show up tonight, so they could go there.”
“Fuck that,” Becca said. All the guys turned their heads looking at her- some dropped their jaws.
“What?” Becca smiled. “My dad’s not here! Don’t tell him I said the F word.” Everyone laughed.
“Let’s run these babies,” Jackson said as he slapped John on the shoulder. The crew set up their race order and then proceeded to tear up the track. Rubber burned. Motors revved. It was a great night. When it was well after eight, people started to head out. Jackson suggested they go grab a beer. The majority of the crew agreed.
Becca, Jackson, and John met up at the local tavern. “Where’s Quincy?” Becca asked.
“His old lady wanted him home,” John replied. “Besides, it was past his bedtime. That old man can’t hang with us young birds.”
Becca had to laugh because she was pretty sure John was her dad’s age! “Oh yes! And you’re just a youngster, Mr. John.”
“I may not be the youngest in the group, but I’m the best looking.” The group gave him shit for the comment. For the next hour the friends talked about randomness and drank beers. John eventually left, which left Jackson and Becca alone.
“You know I’ve not had this much to drink in awhile,” Becca admitted.
“That’s why you gotta loosen up a little bit,” Jackson replied. He then casually touched Becca’s arm.
“I think you just want to get lucky, big guy.”
“I don’t sleep with drunk girls. I’m not that kind of guy.”
“Well that’s a novel idea…a man with morals.”
“Ouch. That sounded like baggage talking there.”
Becca was having a good time with Jackson, so she did not want to ruin it with divorce talk. She quickly changed the subject. “Would you say you’re one of the better drivers on the track?” She slowly took a sip of beer as she peered over her glasses with her seductive eyes.
“Hell yes. I would. I may be a good guy, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass on the track. I’m pretty sure you’ve lost to me…like every single time.” Jackson laughed.
The seductive look was gone and replaced with a giant grin. “Listen here, mister, I am new to this. I think there should be some type of handicap or something for newbies.”
“You want to play with the big boys, you better bring it.”
Becca was way too competitive to ever stand down even when she knew she had no chance of winning. “How about we make a wager then?”
“Deal. If I win, you buy me a beer. If you win, I’ll buy you a beer.”
Becca surprised herself when she said, “Really? A beer? I was thinking a blowjob for you and something equally tantalizing for me.”
Jackson nearly spit his beer out. “Holy fuck. I was not expecting that, but hell, if that’s your wager, sounds good to me.”
Becca grinned. She still had a little flirt left in her. She then leaned forward and said, “You know I’m not that drunk.” Then she gave Jackson a kiss right smack on the lips. When he didn’t pull away, Becca placed her hand on his knee. Their kissing grew with intensity. Without breaking the moment, Jackson grabbed Becca’s bar stool and moved her closer. He put his arms around her waist and rested his hands right above her ass. Becca moved her hand up Jackson’s inner thigh. She could tell that he had a growing erection, for his jeans were a bit more snug.
“I bet right now you are wondering if she kisses this good what else can she do so well with her mouth.”
“Damn woman. I definitely did not see this coming when we all decided to get beers tonight. I’ll tell ya that for sure.”
“What can I say? I am full of surprises.” Becca leaned back in and kissed Jackson. As her tongue moved in and out of his mouth, she felt his eagerness grow; so she moved her hand on top of his erection. She squeezed the head just slightly, and Jackson moaned.
“Can we take this outside?” he pleaded. When the two stepped into the night, Jackson pushed Becca against the brick exterior. As he leaned into her, she felt his bulge, and it pressed into her pubic area. It had been so long since Becca was with a man, that her pussy ached as they made out. She wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him closer to her. The two of them continued to kiss as if they were teenagers.
“You know if I wasn’t a gentleman, I would ask if you wanted to take this to my place; but I’m not that kind of guy, which really sucks.”
“Mmm…in the morning, I’ll be thankful for that, but for right now, I’m really okay if you are that kind of guy.” Becca kissed Jackson deeply. She then moved to his chin and neck. “Do you know,” she started to say in between kisses, “that the first time I met you, I thought you were pretty cute. But I’m one of the guys, so it would be weird if I flirted with you. Right?” She moved her mouth to the other side of Jackson’s neck.
“Not weird.” Jackson could barely get his words out.
“Do you know that I’m incredibly wet right now?” Becca whispered into Jackson’s ear. “Wanna feel?” She nibbled his ear lobe.
“Yes.” The word was barely audible. Becca took Jackson’s hand and placed it inside her pants but on the outside of her panties.
“All you need to do is move the fabric a little bit to the side. Separate my lips.” Becca moved her mouth back to Jackson’s. She slipped her tongue between his lips, and Jackson’t moaned into her mouth. He then took his middle finger and slid her pantines over. He moved his finger up and down her slit. Her pussy was swollen. He then parted her lips with his finger. Instantly he could feel her wetness.
“Damn. You are wet, woman.”
“I told you.”
Jackson stuck his finger into her opening- not his whole finger, but enough to know her nectar flowed freely. He then brought it up to her clit and drew circles around the pearl. Becca moved her hips slightly, showing Jackson just how much she wanted to fuck his hand.
The two stood there for several minutes- Jackson fingering Becca as Becca moaned into his mouth. Eventually Becca pulled Jackson’s hand from her pants. She brought his finger to her mouth. She looked at him as she cleaned her juices from his finger.
“I smell so good and taste even better. When I kick your ass on the track, you can find out first hand.” Becca had a large grin on her face.
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“Whatcha doing this weekend?” Eric asked his teacher.
“What do you mean?” Eric caught Becca in mid-daydream.
“You all right, Ms. D?”
Becca could feel her face getting red. Her students would never expect this happy but firm English teacher to be fantasizing about the racetrack or the men who race on the track. “Oh? The usual. Grade papers. Make lesson plans. Think about really cool English topics.”
“You know Ms. D.,” Eric began, “You’re a nice lady, but I think you need to get out a bit more.” Becca couldn’t contain her laugh.
“Why do you say that, Eric? Aren’t English things fun? What are you going to do this weekend?”
“I’m hanging with my boys. You should try it some time.”
“To hang with your boys?” The bell was about to ring on a Friday afternoon, and Becca couldn’t hold onto her seriousness any longer.
“Ah hell no,” Eric laughed. “You play it loose this weekend and be good.” The bell rang, and Becca’s student’s filed out of the room. A few muttered goodbyes while a couple others dabbed her up. She loved her students, but there was no denying that her personal life was at the forefront of her brain. Becca was cleaning up her classroom when she heard her phone buzz. It was a text message from Jackson.
J: Are you ready to get your ass handed to you tonight? You aren’t going to go back on our bet are you?
B: I will see you at 7 tonight. You will eat my rubber.
When Becca got to the track, the normal crew was there along with her dad, which was kind of a buzz kill. She prayed Jackson would not mention their bet with her father around.
“Hey, Dad.” She gave her father a quick hug and a kiss and then said hello to the other guys.
“Hey, Sis,” Rich replied. You running tonight? Jackson says you’re gonna whip him on the quarter mile.” Becca shot Jackson a quick look as if he just spoiled their secret.
“You know how competitive I am, Dad. I gotta talk my shit.”
Rich laughed and warned the crew how they better watch out for this one. While she may be an English teacher by trade, her true calling was behind the wheel. Rich continued to tell stories about how Becca would work on cars while the other girls were playing barbies or dress up. As Rich talked, Becca continued to steal glances at Jackson. Every once and while they would lock eyes, but his face never gave anything away.
“How about we stop talking and start racing,” Jackson finally interrupted. The crew agreed. Quincy and John were the first to run followed by Jim and Ron. Jackson joked that going last would give Becca time to back out if she felt like her little pony couldn’t make it, which made her even more determined to kick his ass.
When Becca got behind the wheel, she gave it all her might, but it didn’t take more than nine seconds for Jackson to kick her ass. When she got out of the car, she could see the wide grin on Jackson’s face.
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