Jason was excited by what he had seen, but he was woefully unaware of anything having to do with racing. Ticket girl was impressed, but she idolized Cindy more than he did, so him sitting in Cindy’s car would have been enough to impress her. Billy Joe stood behind KK and gave him a genuine smile. Of course, it didn’t matter what his friends thought, either. Uncle JC and Cindy were the two people that mattered and considering what Cindy had accomplished, it was unlikely that either of them would have noticed how well he thought he drove. What was taking them so long?
“Was Cindy with you?” he asked.
“She was, she watched with us in turn four,” Jason said.
“Where is she?”
“I’m not sure,” Jason said. “She stopped over there by the pit entrance with your uncle. He wasn’t with us. I think he watched from over there.”
Evan followed Jason’s arm. “By the fence?”
“I think so. That’s where he was coming from.”
Evan’s excitement took over, and he started talking nonstop about how it felt driving Cindy’s car. KK asked a lot of questions, and he felt important when answering. She assumed he was taking over for Cindy, and he didn’t correct her.
When he saw Uncle JC and Cindy approaching, Evan told his audience that he’d catch up with them after he gave his uncle the scoop on the car. Maybe he was letting it go to his head, but how many of his buddies at school could say they had driven a Super Late Model? Zero, that’s how many, he thought.
Uncle JC handed Evan Cindy’s video camera and said, “Here.”
He looked at Cindy, and she shrugged. His uncle took a deep breath and Evan expected the worst. “How did it feel?” Uncle JC asked.
He looked suspiciously at Cindy, then back at his uncle and said, “It felt good.”
Uncle JC put his hands on his hips and said, “A blow job feels good, not a racecar. Now, tell me how the car felt.”
“It was loose at first, but I think the track was dirty and the tires were cold. It was better on the bottom, even with that bump in turn one, but it leaned hard and lifted the left front coming out of four. I moved up half a lane and it seemed better. Might need more air in the right rear.”
“That’s better,” Uncle JC said, then looked over at Cindy. “What’d you see?”
“Exactly,” she said. “It was rolling over too much, but Evan moved around until he found the sweet spot. Looked tight in the middle of three and four. What do you think, Evan?”
“I think I overdrove three a few times and made it push because even with that bump entering one, it didn’t push there.”
“I think he’s right,” Uncle JC said. “Cindy, what do you think?”
She said, “I think we ought to let him qualify the car.”
Most of the time Evan knew when his cousin was screwing with him, and he didn’t think she was now, but qualifying well was critical. If you didn’t start in the top ten, it was unlikely you’d win, and Cindy liked winning. “Yeah right,” he said.
“Why not?” Cindy asked. “You just kept Billy Boy Jones off you for ten laps, qualifying should be a breeze. You’ll be out there by yourself.”
“Jones…BB Jones was behind me, and you didn’t warn me.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Uncle JC said. “You’ve already got your gear on. Me and Bear will make the adjustments. Cindy, get the computer and see what pressures we ran last time the conditions were like this. Evan, go watch that video and be ready.”
Cindy shoved him towards the hauler. “Get in there and watch it until it’s time to put this car in the top five.”
“Thanks for not putting any pressure on me.” He wanted to run and tell Jason, but there wasn’t enough time before qualifying started.
By the time Evan was in Cindy’s car, waiting for his turn on the track, his face hurt from smiling. He held off the guy who won the race last week. Yeah, it was just hot laps, but Billy Boy Jones didn’t know he wasn’t Cindy, and he would have pushed her to see what she had. Damn, he hadn’t even gotten close. What if they let me run the race tonight?
Evan came off turn four and Stan waved the green flag on his first qualifying lap. He imagined nineteen cars chasing him when he crushed the accelerator to the floor and spun the tires. Shit, he lifted until the car was pulling again, then he eased back into it. Lap one wasn’t going to be great. Cindy told him she could live with anything under fourteen-two, but he wanted to be under fourteen seconds.
Next time Evan came off turn four Stan was waving the white flag. A second later he passed under the flag stand, and Cindy’s said, “Fourteen-one.” His hopes soared because the second lap was always faster if you didn’t make a mistake.
Fourteen seconds isn’t a lot of time, but when your head is being pushed back, slammed forward, thrown right, then back again, over and over, while your arms seesaw the steering wheel and your feet work the pedals like a drummer’s, it doesn’t even register as time passing. Evan saw the red flag, then he passed under it and let up. He made his slow down lap and went up the exit road in turn one before the next qualifying car caught up to him. Cindy didn’t say anything about his time.
Deana waited for the bathroom door to open, she had her finger to her lips, urging silence. The door opened, and she pushed Rebecca backward. “What are you doing?” Rebecca asked.
“Do you know how hard it’s been having you here and not touching you?” She put her hands around Rebecca’s throat.
“I think I do, but I gave you like ten chances to kiss me.” Rebecca’s finger traced Deana’s lips.
“Yeah, right in front of my parents.”
“That makes it more exciting.”
Deana locked the door. “My father is in the living room, and it’ll seem weird if we stay in here too long.”
“I promise I’ll be quick.”
“And quiet?”
“You’re the one who’s going to be biting your tongue,” Rebecca said and shoved Deana’s stretchy pants down. “Ooh, no panties. Were you expecting me?”
She had been miserable with desire since that morning. “Mm, I’ve been waiting all day, but my father—If he hadn’t come home early—I want you,” Deana said. “Is that bad?”
“No,” Rebecca said, then put her mouth over Deana’s and grabbed her bald pussy. Deana moaned and ground her crotch on her lover’s hand. She was already soaked, so Rebecca’s finger entered her with ease. It was a good thing they had the bathroom, the one place nobody would catch them, as long as she didn’t scream.
Evan climbed out of the car, put his helmet on the roof and waited for Cindy and Uncle JC to walk back to the hauler. He was shaky from too many surges of adrenaline and giddy with excitement. Cindy was still keeping his lap time a secret, but by his standards, the second lap was perfect. It was still a long shot, but the possibility that he might get to race Cindy’s car seemed better now than ever before.
He tried to play it cool when he saw them approaching, and didn’t run to them like a little kid wanting praise, but he did walk fast. “How did I do?”
Cindy didn’t say anything until she was standing in front of him, then she said, “Not bad,” and held up the stopwatch, “Thirteen-eight, should hold up for a spot in the top ten.”
In his mind, that was incredible, but he said, “Ah, I expected to be in the low thirteens. Sorry.”
Cindy waited a few seconds for him to laugh before she hit him. “Right, you’re good, but you ain’t that good.”
“Yet,” Uncle JC said.
“I’ll get better with practice. You want me to drive tonight?”
“Oh no,” Uncle JC said. “You know they don’t let novice out there in late model. The only reason Herb let you qualify was because he saw you run hot laps. He didn’t believe it wasn’t Cindy in the car until she walked up on us. I still had to pull some strings.”
“I know, I was just kidding.” Didn’t hurt to throw it out there.
“You get some stock races under your belt, and we’ll see,” Uncle JC said.
Evan was about to open his mouth when Cindy gave him the evil eye. Shit, his uncle didn’t know about him racing Dale’s car.
“Okay.”
His uncle patted his back and said, “You got talent, kid, now all you need is your old man to see that.”
I got a better chance of becoming a porn star than keeping Uncle JC in the dark about racing Dale’s car, he thought. That meant his father would definitely find out. “Thank you for letting me drive,” he said. “Did you see Jason?”
“Nope,” Cindy said. “He didn’t even know you were out there.”
“I better find him before KK gets him in trouble.”
Cindy grinned. “Yes, you better.”
Candy’s mind blurred when the window opened on her computer screen. Deana was locked in the bathroom, committing a lewd sexual act with her girlfriend. Candy’s first clear thought was, at least they were smart enough to go in the bathroom this time. Deana’s back was to the camera, her long leg was bent, and her foot was on the toilet tank. Rebecca was sitting on the floor between the wall and the toilet, facing the camera, but Deana’s body was blocking Candy’s view of Rebecca’s face.
She could only assume what Rebecca’s mouth was doing, but it was obvious what her hand was doing. It was stuffed in Deana’s crotch from behind, fingering her friend’s pussy. Candy imagined the teenager’s tongue attacking her stepdaughter’s clit, working in unison with her plunging fingers.
Deana wasn’t really her daughter. If Gloria were on the screen, not Deana, she would find a way to make it stop, without giving up her secret. That was a lie, and Candy knew it. She’d let it happen and be happy for her daughter. Unlike most of the humdrum events in adulthood, Gloria would vividly remember how it felt to have another girl eat her out. The first time something happens can never be replicated, but in youth, those events are rich with passion and excitement. Growing up should be a time to create memories that are ingrained with powerful emotions. A teenager’s life was meant to be filled with mind-altering passion and excitement and danger.
Candy flung her robe open and held her pussy with both hands, remembering the most significant first of her life. A hundred years could pass, and the memory would still be laced with the emotions and sensations she’d had that night. It was unlikely that her bedroom door opening would ever again create such a beautiful stain on the canvas of her past.
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