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“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 sucked 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 wid
e 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 ba
ck against the building, Chass walked over “Why do you keep doing this to me?” she asked. 

“Doing what?” I as
ked 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 oth
er 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. 

~~~~

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. 

~~~~

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 attention 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. 

“Yep, your
ex-girlfriend knows different too.” I said then ducked away from the water bottle he threw at me.  My cell phone went off with a text from Mitch wanting to know how the races were going, I text him back that I was in the run for a five thousand dollar pay out and track championship.  I didn’t hear anything back from him, Mitch loved racing just as much as I did.  He couldn’t race though, “I get all claustrophobic and shit, so I’ll just cheer you on.” He told me one time.  

When time came for the A-Feature, Jerod and I both were pumped up, our adrenaline was pumping as we made our way to the lineup area.  My brother Jason waved at us from the spotter stand in turn four, we both flipped him off causing him to laugh.  The green and yellow lights flickered signaling it was time to go on track for the parade lap.  Jerod and I both started at the very back of the twenty lap A-Feature, we drove around one lap getting lined up then drove another lap real slow to wave at the fans.  I never looked at the grandstands, everything was always a blur no matter how slow you drove.  As we made our way through turn one and two then down the back stretch through turn th
ree the green light flashed then stayed steady letting us know that it was green flag racing. 

Fireworks shot off as we come out of turn four,
the flagman waved the green flag frantically. “GREEN GREEN GREEN!” the guy yelled into our race receiver.  The cars in front of us started beating and banging off each other trying to find a spot.  I lifted just enough to give myself some reaction room in case there was a wreck.  Within a few laps everybody had settled into a good line, I chose to run the high line where most guys didn’t want to race.  The track was always tackier and the dirt had turned to little marbles along the top, I loved racing the top though.  I could sling shot my car off of the corners and usually pull ahead of the other racers.  I was able to grip and rip up there, with my right rear barely hanging on to the track as I sailed through the corners. I had been asked numerous times, why I liked racing so much.  “It’s the adrenaline rush, it’s like a drug.  It’s in my blood.”  Running the high side I passed car after car, no doubt with Jerod hot on my bumper.  With about thirteen laps or so left the red flag came out just as I entered turn three, a car had rolled on the front stretch bringing out the red flag.  They told us to kill the engines as they helped the guy, I couldn’t turn my head too far because of the HANS device, I loosened my belts so I could turn enough to see the car, when I saw the guy get out and wave at the crowd I breathed a sigh of relief.  How my dad ever wrecked a guy on purpose and drove away without a second thought was beyond me.  I could see people standing close to the flag stand, I looked closer to see that it was Mitch, Asher and Chass.  She was looking my car over then stared at me, she had the corner of her bottom lip pinched between her teeth.  “Fuckin' great”, I said as I felt my dick getting hard.  I flipped my visor down as they signaled for us to get our cars started and lined back up.  My brother signaled that Jerod was right behind me, we circled the track single file.  As we entered turn three the green light flashed then stayed on, I took a deep breath as we all mashed down on our accelerator, I passed two cars putting me in third place.  We were now running third and forth as the laps ticked off the tower each time we went by.  I would catch a streak of fans cheering as we flew past them on the front stretch, Jerod passed two cars on the inside as I zinged around the top of the track.  The rest of the race was me passing Jerod then him passing me back.  As we flew under the white flag, it was a race for the championship and five thousand dollars, the most either of us had ever had a chance to win.  I stayed on the high side as Jerod dove to the bottom, in each corner I would pull ahead a few feet but he would pull right back up beside me on the straight aways.  As we blew into turn three I took another deep breath.  I had been pushing this engine as hard as I could, my temperature gauge was now in the red, as I pushed my foot clear to the floor (as if it wasn’t already there) Jerod and I came out of turn four.  My right rear quarter panel scraped the wall but I never lifted until we crossed under the flag stand.  Jerod and I slowed down as we went down the back stretch, “Great racing boys, Jet you beat Jerod by one point four seconds.” The guy told us in our race receivers.   I looked over at Jerod he waved, gave me thumbs up then flipped me off.  I could tell he was smiling as he pulled off the track to go to the tech area in the pits.

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