Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 137

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 seern 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 walted 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."