“I’ll do that,” he said. “You sure you want me to do hot laps? I know how important that is to you for setting up the car.”
“You’ve done it before and come back with good data, I trust you.”
He loved his cousin more now than ever before. “You’re the best!” He hugged her. “I’m going to listen and learn. See you after Dale finishes his hot laps.”
“Evan, you’re taking a stand for what you want, I’m proud of you.”
Cindy’s smile transported Evan back to the kitchen sink, with Deana. His sister had that same peaceful smile, even though he was staring at her naked body. He wished Deana could be with him when he decided to, Just do it.
Becky read the text from Darlene, “Call me.” She went to her room and closed the door. Darlene was the one person she could tell, but Darlene wouldn’t want to hear about Evan unless she worked it in the conversation just right.
Darlene answered, “Still mad?”
“I am.”
“Figured, but it wouldn’t have worked if you came,” Darlene said.
“Why not?”
“It just wouldn’t have.”
“Well, how did it go?”
“Great!” Darlene said. “You should have seen the look on his face.”
“I should have.”
“You know what I meant.”
“How did he react?”
“He thought it was for real at first. He was freaking out, but when he realized it was an act, he loved it.”
“Mm, I bet.”
“Don’t think he’ll ask your mother to watch, but we gave him something to think about and I guarantee you he’s gonna be horny tonight.”
“Too bad I’m so sore,” Becky said.
“Sore, why?”
“I ran into Evan, and my pussy is going to be feeling it for days.”
There was a long pause before Darlene asked, “Days, hmm, he that big?”
Becky smiled, excited she was going to get to talk about it. “No…well, he is, but he’s stiff, rock hard, and he fucked me so—”
“Becky?”
“What?”
“Weren’t you on top?”
“How’d you know?”
“You like it on top,” Darlene said, “and if you were on top, that means you fucked yourself too hard, again.”
“I couldn’t help it,” Becky said. “I got carried away. I’ve wanted to do it at the ballpark forever and—”
“At the ballpark, you got fucked at the ballpark?”
“Yup, and that’s why I kinda went crazy. It was like the morning my mother was up and we did it in my room, except more dangerous. We fucked fifty feet away from parents and coaches. You know I love taking my clothes off outside, but sex in public is a thousand times better.”
“Girl, I think your mother is right, you need medication.”
“Look who’s talking,” Becky said. “No, Mommy, you can’t do that to my boyfriend.”
“It was your idea, not mine,” Darlene said, “and, I wasn’t out in public, and I’ve never pissed on the floor at the store.”
“Well, I’ve never held a freshman down so other girls could sit on her face.” Becky grinned and reveled in the memory. Rhina’s thick thighs beside her head and her black pussy coming down on her face had been a frightening moment, which she loved.
“You will,” Darlene said.
Mm, I got one in mind, she thought. “I wish you were here,” Becky said.
“No, I wish you were here.”
“Still at Style’s?”
“No, I told you I was watching Jordan tonight.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot. How is Boy George?”
“He’s happy to see me,” Darlene said.
“You don’t really let him lick you, do you?”
“Why, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t know, it seems weird. I’d watch you do it.”
“Maybe Jason can bring you over?”
“No, he went to the races.”
“Ah, too bad,” Darlene said. “I bet if you watched, you’d wanna do it.”
“It’s not on my bucket list, but who knows…you know how I am.”
“Yeah, I think I do.”
Becky said, “I want details,” and stuffed her hand down her pants. “Tell me exactly how it happened.”
“Okay, here goes…”
“Where were you?” Jason asked when he found Evan on his way to Dale’s pits. “I couldn’t find you.”
“I was checking out Cindy in her panties,” Evan said.
“Yeah, in your dreams.”
“Yours too,” he said. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
“She’s with ticket girl. They’ll be around when KK is done selling tickets,” Jason said.
“You don’t seem disappointed.”
“Oh, I am, but I’m playing it cool. I want them to think I’m not interested, then maybe KK will back off, and I can sneak Billy Joe off somewhere.”
“As long as you tell me about it, I won’t be mad if you miss my hot laps.”
“Thanks,” Jason said. “You think she’s a Gojoe like KK said?”
Evan seized the opportunity to twirl his imaginary mustache. “Not sure, but it’s worth an investigation.”
They laughed, then he said, “I’m going to be totally paying attention to everything happening in Dale’s pits. Cindy told me I should do what I want and worry about what happens later.”
“Easy for her to say, she doesn’t have to deal with your dad.”
“My plan is to keep it a secret, but if he finds out, at least I took a shot at what I love.”
“Can I give you a list of the stuff I want? After you’re dead, Deana can give it to me. Mm, I like how that sounds.”
“Shut up,” he said. “I might get grounded, but he’s not that bad, he won’t hurt me.”
“I hope not, but just in case, if you’re not around, can I take a crack at Deana?”
“I’ll come back from the dead and make your life hell.”
“What about your mom’s mini-me?”
“How would you feel if I was trying to get in Becky’s pants?”
Jason lowered his voice, “I don’t think you’d have to try very hard. I heard she’s pretty easy.”
“Jeez,” he huffed, “never mind. We’re here. I need to concentrate.”
“Fine,” Jason said, “I’ll walk around and check out all the cars.”
“Cars have wheels, you’ll be checking out the things with legs,” Evan said. “Have fun.”
Evan felt awkward at first with the two adults he barely knew, but Dale and Harry knew Cindy well, and they treated him like a team member. He got in their conversations, asked informed questions, and turned wrenches when he was told. He was starting to feel like one of the regular Saturday night racers, and he liked it. So what if his father and Uncle JC were looking at other drivers to replace Cindy. She wanted him to drive her car when she went to college, and he thought Uncle JC would go for it. Now all he had to do was prove he was good enough.
When Dale declared the car ready for hot laps, Evan said, “I’m going over to Cindy’s to see if Uncle JC needs any help.”
“Doing hot laps for your cuz?” Harry asked.
“She said I could.”
“Might as well do mine, too,” Dale said.
“Sir?”
Harry slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll still have time to do Cindy’s, after.”
Evan must have been standing there with his mouth hanging open because Dale said, “If you don’t hurry up, you ain’t gonna have time.”
“Don’t you need to do them?” he asked.
“Not as much as you,” Harry said. “Been a good while since you drove her.”
“That’s right,” Dale said, “Go get dressed and get back here, unless you don’t wanna do it.”
“I do, I do,” Evan said. “I’ll hurry.”
While Evan was pulling the fire resistant suit over his jeans, Cindy said, “Relax. This isn’t a big deal, it’s hot laps. You done it before.”
“Not in Dale’s car,” he said.
“You drove it balls to the wall for fifty laps,” she said. “This time I’ll be on the radio talking you through it.”
“I guess.”
“It’s only hot laps in a Super Stock,” Cindy said. “Come right back after. You know my father is going to tell you fifty things before you go out in my car.”
“I will,” he said.
“He’ll be watching you tonight,” Cindy said. “Give him a good show.”
Evan walked at jogging speed. He was more nervous now. What if his father had changed his mind after meeting with Uncle JC, and tonight was like an interview? Impress his uncle, then his uncle would tell his father to let him take over for Cindy.
Jason stood next to Cindy on the grass hill above turn four. She had a pair of binoculars, a small Motorola radio and an ass that he couldn’t stop peeking at. “Is he coming yet?” he asked.
“He’s in line next,” Cindy said. “They only let a few cars on each time. Cuts down on crashes.”
“Crashes, they can crash during hot laps?”
“Sure.” She turned towards him. “It’s not called cold laps.”
“Oh,” he said, feeling more nervous. “Evan said it was to feel the car out and check track conditions.”
“Yes, but you can check out the competition, too,” Cindy said, her intensity growing. “You get into it, try and get in the head of someone you’re worried about. Hopefully, they’ll show you what they got. A smart driver will hold back…hide something, but nobody likes to be passed, not even during hot laps.”
“Oh, you know a lot, don’t you?”
Cindy got closer and said, “You have no idea.”
“Oh.”
“Those two girls you been following around, they’re a bit off.”
“Um, I just met them. Billy Joe seems nice.”
Cindy hung the binoculars around her neck, then pulled her hair out from under the strap. He watched it fan out on her shoulders and back. His mouth was dry. “She might be nice, but watch out for KK, she’s trouble.”
“Huh?” Now his throat was completely stuck to itself.
“Here we go,” Cindy said and keyed the mic on the radio. “Go high if you hear me.”
The number sixteen, Hansen muffler shop car moved to the outside of the back straightaway. Jason asked, “What kind of car is that?”
“Monte Carlo,” Cindy said.
It didn’t look anything like Evan’s car, but he didn’t ask why.
Cindy held the radio to her mouth. “There’s a big bump in the middle of three and four, and in one. Hit both of them as hard as you can.”
Jason scratched his head. “What?”
“It’s better to hit them during hot laps, so you know how it’s gonna upset the car.”
“Oh, hate to upset your car,” he said. “Sorry, I didn’t wash you yesterday, Honey.” Evan passed in front of them. The flagman waved his fist at Evan. “Is he upset, too?”
“Smart ass,” Cindy said and pushed the talk button. “Low, go low, hit it.”
“Whoa!” Jason jumped up on his toes. “Shit, he’s–Oh, he saved it. Didn’t he?”
“That’s what it means to upset the car. It’s better to know what’s going to happen when there aren’t cars all around you.”
“Yeah, I bet.” He realized this was serious shit. “Is he going to be alright?”
“He’ll be fine.”
Evan had seen the flagman’s fist and knew he only had five laps to make an impression, then he almost lost it in turn one. If there had been a car on his outside, he would have taken both of them out. His second lap was going well until Cindy told him to slow down and let the three cars behind him catch up. The first one reached him and blew past. Cindy said, “Keep up, that guy ain’t got shit. Stay on his ass like it’s mine.” Man, he loved the way she talked about racing.
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