by H. M. Montes
“Oh really?” Jerod said with an evil grin. I sent her a text back telling her that I was right behind her, Jerod flipped the bright lights on and off at her. Then busted up laughing when Chassis stuck her hand out the window and flipped us off before pulling into the mall parking lot.
I told Jerod to follow her, she was just getting out of her car when I ran up behind her, spun her around and pinner her against the car. Looking into her eyes, everything bad that had happened at the track melted away. “How’s that cuddle time going?” I was standing close enough to her that her chest was pressed against my breast bone, I could feel her nipples get hard and press against me. “Are you not wearing a bra?” I asked raised my eyebrows at her. She pushed at my chest and called me a stalker again. I walked back to the semi, when I climbed in Jerod was shaking his head.
“How’d that go for you?” He asked with a small laugh and pulled out of the parking lot.
We pulled the rig into the shop, “Well let’s get these to hunks of junk unloaded and see what the damage is.” I told Jerod. My brother Jason had followed us in his pickup when he walked in the shop he looked at me and laughed.
“The chic at the mall didn’t seem too thrilled to see you.”
I flipped him off as I lowered the door on the trailer, “She’s playing a game that she really shouldn’t with me.”
Him and Jerod both rolled their eyes and helped me get my car pulled out of the trailer then Jerods. We stood there drinking a beer just looking at the cars, we agreed that mine needed to have a new front stub put on it, so Jason got to work cutting off the mangled mess on my car as Jerod and I pulled the engine on his car. I had a spare three-eighty-three stroker engine for my car and Jerod had a spare four-o-six for his. It took us about three hours to change his engine, finally about four thirty in the morning we decided to call it quits and come back the following day to work on mine some more.
I didn’t wake up until about noon the next day, instead of going for a run at the track I went to the fitness center that the college had. I had just finished doing squats when some of the cheerleaders came over and told me not to forget about the “Welcome Back” party. That made me think of the Welcome Back Wax that Chass had told me she went and had done for Lance.
I text Jerod to make sure he wasn’t doing anything so he could go with me, then text Jason to tell him that we would work on the cars another day to meet us at the bar. We didn’t have to wait since the bouncer knew us, my ex-girlfriend Megan tried to latch on to me to get in with us. I pushed her away and she started throwing a fit “Why are you such an asshole to me my god!” she screamed causing everybody that was standing in line to turn and stare at us. I shook my head and walked away from her.
Just as we walked into the club, my mom tried calling me, I should have talked to her but I was in no mood to hear all the mooshey shit she probably wanted to tell me about her honeymoon. I really did like her new husband, he treated her like a queen, she was happy that was all that mattered to my brother and I. Tonight though, I needed some alcohol to drown my sorrows over the engine and my wrecked race car.
I scanned the crowd of people, as I pushed my way towards the bar. Then I heard the most beautiful laugh, the laugh that brought chills to my skin and caused my dick to get rock hard. I looked out to the dance floor, there was Chass laughing and dancing with Asher. She was wearing a white sleeveless sundress with a black belt around her tiny waist, and a pair of black cowboy boots. I stared at her as she moved her hips along with the music, she smiled and laughed at each guy that Asher pushed away. When the DJ put on a song by Usher Lance was right there pulling her close to him, my cousin Jerod shoved a beer in my hand then looked out to see who I was staring at. “Jesus Christ you’re obsessed man.” He said with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes as we made our way over to a table where the rest of the guys from our house were sitting. I could see Chass slowly grinding her hips along with Lance, he had his head bowed down resting his forehead against hers. I’m surprised the beer bottle in my hand didn’t shatter as tight as I was gripping it.
“JET!! Hello? Quit eye fucking her and tell us what happened last night.” One of the guys said. I looked over at him took a long drink of beer, “Engine blew sky fucking high is what happened, I hit the wall because it shot a mother fucking ball of fire into the cockpit.” I told him, then looked back out to see that Asher, Mitch, Lance and Chass were no longer on the dance floor.
“So now what?” another guy asked, I continued looking around the growing crowd but couldn’t see Chass.
“Now I put the backup engine in and pray to god it holds together long enough for me to do a rebuild.” I told him.
I caught Chass out of the corner of my eye, I stood up just as her and Asher started to walk by me. I grabbed her drink, handed it to Asher then pulled Chass onto the dance floor. Jason Aldean’s ‘Night Train’ started playing as I pulled Chass closer to me. I towered over Chass by at least one foot, she looked up at me and smiled, instantly everything from the race track melted away. All I could do was stare back into her beautiful eyes as the song played. I started talking to her, “Chass the way your body is reacting right now, only I can do this to you, and only you can do it to me.” I said into her ear. She whimpered as I made slows circles on her lower back and pushed my erection into her stomach. She ran her fingers lightly up and down the base of my neck as we continued to sway back and forth, my heart felt like it was literally about to beat out of my chest. I sang the song next to her ear until it ended. When the song changed to a Pitbull song I still didn’t let her go, I couldn’t. He was singing about giving everything tonight, I pulled her back against my chest as the people ran to the dance floor and started jumping around and grinding against each other. Running my hands down her goose bump covered arms I grabbed her wrists then pulled her hands behind my neck, I slid my hands down her shoulders to her hips and tightened my grip. People were jumping around, bumping into us as the floor flooded with more people. We were both breathing heavy as the song continued bumping through the speakers. The only thing I could think of is how she felt pressed against me, how her hair smelled like vanilla, the way our bodies trembled as we continued to sway and grind along with the music. “Go home with me.” I said into her ear. She shook her head no, I slid my hand down her hip to the bottom of her dress. “You can either go home with me or I’ll make you cum right here on the dance floor Chass.” I said as I slide my hand under her dress, I knew people wouldn’t be paying attention, there were so many around us, they couldn’t see my hand anyways. I slid my hand to her ass cheek, I growled when I didn’t feel panties. Jesus Christ, her skin felt like silk, her chest was heaving up and down as my fingers lightly skimmed over her upper thigh. I lowered my mouth next to her ear, inhaling her scent of vanilla. “I’ll make you cum right here on the dance floor, then you’ll have to go back over to Lance knowing that it was my fingers that made you cum.” I told her. My dick was pressing against my jeans as she continued to press her ass harder against me.
“You wouldn’t..you.you.can’t” she stuttered out. I grinned as I slipped my finger between her legs, using my middle finger to slide between her folds to her swollen clit.
“Oh I think I’m already pretty fucking close, don’t you?” I said with a smile against her neck.
“Jet.” She whispered then licked her lips, I so badly wanted to lead her out of the club and pin her against the side of a building and bury myself in the wetness that my fingers were now sliding through. As the song grew closer to the end I could feel her breathing getting harder, I could see down her dress, her nipples were peaked against her dress. “Do you really want to cum Chass?” I growled against her neck. She nodded her head, I pulled more wetness to her clit, with a couple more hard circles and a flick of the finger, she clamped her thighs together as her pussy muscles convulsed against my fingers. I slipped my fingers out from under her thong and put it back in place, she turned around and looked at me. I stuck my finger in my mouth and suc
ked her pussy juices off, “Next time you should let me use my tongue so I get a real taste of you.” I told her then turned around and walked off.
I went into the bathroom, just as I was about to walk out Lance cornered me, “I fucking saw everything you asshole. Why can’t you take the hint that she’s not into you?” he growled as he stood chest to chest.
“I’m pretty sure it was my fingers that just made her cum.” I told him then stepped around him.
He spun me around, “Stay the fuck away from her.” He said as he pushed me.
I shook my head at him, “You’re honestly going to fuck a sweet woman over, I’m not an idiot, I see the cat and mouse game you and Carey play. I’ve heard her moans coming out of your room at night. Don’t fuck Chass around like that.” I told him then walked away.
As soon as I sat down with another beer at the table, my cousin walked up to me. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on but Mitch is pissed, Lance is pissed and that black haired girl is out back in one hell of an argument with her friend. My understanding is you’re the problem.” He said then crossed his arms over his chest. I ran my hand through my hair, downed the rest of my beer then went to find Chass and Asher.
They were out back in the alley. I listened as Asher asked her question after question about if I had hurt her. I would never in a million years hurt Chass, so it pissed me off hearing Asher ask if I had. “I didn’t do anything to her she didn’t like.” I said. Asher and Chass spun around and looked at me, when I asked Chass if I hurt her she shook her head no, when I asked her if I had done anything to her she didn’t like or didn’t want me to, she shook her head no. Asher was standing there with her mouth wide open looking from Chass to me. She left to go find Mitch so he wouldn’t hunt me down because of what had happened on the dance floor.
I leaned my back against the building, Chass walked over “Why do you keep doing this to me?” she asked.
“Doing what?” I asked looking her in the eyes.
“This..” she motioned between the two of us “you always find me.” She said. I walked towards her and blocked her against the other building, not touching her “If you would pay attention to your body, you would know that it knows when I’m near you before you even see me. It’s the same way for me too, I don’t know why…but I feel you before I see you.” I told her. She was shaking and breathing fast, “Chass, if you can honestly tell me you don’t feel it too, I’ll leave and you won’t hear from me again.” I said while looking into her eyes.
She shook her head no “Leave Jet.” She said.
I shook my head, then turned and walked away.
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Chass and I avoided each other for almost three weeks, I’d see her in class and would completely ignore her. My body wouldn’t though, I thought about Chass nonstop, I thought about banging other chicks to relieve the stress but I knew it wouldn’t help. She consumed my thoughts, the way her body moved against mine when we danced, the way she trembled against my touch, her softly whispering my name. Her taste on my fingers. I jacked off more than I ever did in high school, always picturing her, the woman that was in my blood and wanted nothing to do with me.
The entire week Jerod, Jason and I worked on our cars to get them ready for the races the coming weekend. I was on edge and about ready to rip people’s heads off. Jason and Jerod knew that Chass was the problem, “Dude if she wants you she’ll come to you. Quit being a dick to us!” Jason yelled at me after I threw a wrench across the shop when it slipped off of a motor mount causing my knuckles to get busted open and bleed for the next hour.
I wrapped a shop rag around my hand, “Shut the fuck up, I don’t know why I let her get to me so bad. If she want’s Lance then she can fucking have him.”
I would see her with Lance, and had to talk myself out of beating the shit out of him. I don’t know how many times Carey stayed the night with him, then the following day he would be all over Chass again. I wanted to tell her about him but I figured she would think I was trying to cause problems between her and Lance so I just ignored her.
My brother Jason had called to tell me that dad had been trying to get ahold of him. He had found out about me being in the lead at another track for point’s champion, my brother hated dad just as much as I did so he didn’t say much. Dad said that he heard that I had blown my main engine and had to start using my backup engine. “Tell him it’s none of his fucking business, I have one on the way.” I told my brother.
He laughed, “Do you think he gives a shit? He’s just looking for a reason to bug the shit out of us, he wanted me to tell him about mom’s new husband but I refused and told him I had no idea what he was even talking about.” He told me. We talked a little bit more about the races he told me that if I didn’t beat Jerod, that Jerod would never let me live it down. We laughed at how frustrated I could make Jerod on the track, none the less he knew I was doing it to fluster him and make him bobble just enough for me to get by him.
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Track championship night was complete chaos, the ladies in the stands would try to throw themselves at the drivers as we did a walk through with our helmets. We collected money for a raffle that supported a children’s hospital, the raffle would be held later on in the evening before the modified A-feature. I had close to a hundred phone numbers back at the hauler, women shoved them down the front of my fire suit almost every weekend. Most of the guys I raced against laughed until I showed them the numbers and they realized that some of the numbers belonged to their sisters, their girlfriend or some to their wife. I usually handed that slip of paper to the guy, and said “Don’t worry I have it memorized.” Luckily all the guys took it with good humor.
During the drivers meeting the flagman and track owner would go over the issues that happened the week before “Keep it clean, boys, if I have to pull the black flag out on ya, ya don’t want to know where I’m gonna shove it.” The flagman told us. Then the track owner stood on top of the four wheeler seat. “OKAY OKAY LADIES..That jackass Jet is points leader and his cousin Jerod is in second, SO, that means that Jet gets to pick tonight’s entrance song.” He said. Some of the guys yelled “Who let the dogs out!” I laughed and shook my head “Disturbed, Down with the Sickness” I told the owner. He rolled his eyes, “Jet are there cuss words in it? We have little kids in the stands you know.” He asked. I shrugged and laughed “Yeah there are some, just find a clean version on YouTube or something.” I told him. He grumbled “Always makin’ my job easier asshole.” Causing all of us to laugh. “Okay, tonight’s purse is five thousand dollars to win. Let’s not be driving Miss Daisy out there or driving like we are a bunch of drunken minions on god damn bumper cars.” The owner said. We saluted him then turned and went back to our haulers.
Jerod and I checked over the tire pressure and made sure everything was set to go for the heat race. An announcer from the grandstands came over to us, said something into the headset he was wearing then turned to Jerod and I.
“We’ve got a packed house tonight, they want to hear from the one and two in the A-mods” he said then turned the microphone on. Jerod and I leaned against my car, “Test test can you guys hear me up there? If so I need you to make some noise.” The announcer said. You could faintly hear some people cheer, “Well fine you buttheads I’ll just tell Jet and Jerod you all are up there sleeping.” The guy said. Then you could hear the crowd roar to life, “HAHAHA, That’s what I thought, so tonight I bring to you Jammin’ Jet and his cousin Jerod.” He said, we could hear the women screaming louder this time. “Alright you two, they’ve put questions into a bucket for us to ask you, we haven’t read them we just picked a few out so here it goes. First off, Jet why doesn’t Jerod have a cool nickname?”
“Because he’s not cool enough to have a cool nick name, and what I call him on the track isn’t suitable for little ears.” I told him.
Jerod punched me in the ribs, “What he meant to say is I don’t need a cool nickname, because I know how to get the ladies attent
ion without one.” He said. I rolled my eyes and laughed.
“Okay okay boys, so one of the questions we have here is..(he looked at a piece of paper) what does the one J and the two J stand for?” Jerod and I both laughed I held up my middle finger while Jerod held up both middle fingers.
“Well, uh, I, guess, Use your imagination up there but I can tell you I’m their favorite three times over according to what fingers they are holding up at me.” He said with a laugh. He looked down at another piece of paper “Oh come on, is this a racetrack or a talk show? I’m supposed to ask if you two are single? If so what are you looking for in a woman?” he said then rolled his eyes.
Jerod spoke first, “Yes ladies I’m very single, meet me at the hauler to fill out the needed application…my cousin Jet though, I’m sorry to say is GAY.” I reached over and slapped him across the back of the head.
“Jerod I think you just made half the crowd cry but I’m pretty sure I heard some cheers too.” The announcer said with a laugh then asked us a few more race related questions and wished us good luck.
I looked at Jerod “You’re going to pay for that comment asshole.” I told him as I got in my car. He laughed before he put his helmet on and tightened the chin strap, then flipped me off with both hands before he pulled out of the stall.
The heat race was a blast, Jerod and I toyed with each other the entire time, as we were a half a lap ahead of the other cars. I would let him take the lead just so I could push him with my front bumper, a couple of times he about spun out so I decided to go ahead and pass him when the checkered flag lap came around. When we got back to the trailer I climbed out of the car as Jerod pulled up, he revved his engine a couple times then got out of his car.
Shaking his head, “Was that because of the gay comment?” he asked as he took a drink of water.
