Race Life Pt. 6
Race Life
Pt. 6
Gwen and I sat in the car trailer until the clock read 10:00 AM. She went off to the bathrooms to relieve herself while I took out my phone and dialed dad's number. The phone rang four times with no answer. His voicemail picked up and I decided to leave him a little message.
"Hey dad, um, it's just me. Nothing important, just the fact today is qualifying and you're still in bed! Give me a call when you get this. Wait, I'll just wake you up if you're not here by 10:30. Sound good?"
I hung up the phone and ran my paws through my furry head. This was going to be a long day. I walked out of the trailer and looked over to Trip's area. He already had his car out, waiting for inspection.
"Figures." I said under my breath.
I walked back in, looking at the scheduled time for inspection for today. I found my name and time, 10:20 AM. Shit. I only had fifteen minutes left to get the car out of the trailer. I looked out, hoping to see Gwen. There's no way I could push the car out myself, I'm too scrawny. I got a sick feeling in my stomach, but shook it off as I climbed in the car, putting it in neutral. As I got out, I looked for Gwen once again, no sign of her. Panic kicked in. I dialed my dad again, no answer. I was about to scream when I saw Trip walk by. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Trip!" I yelled. "I need a huge favor. Can you please help me push my car out? I wouldn't be asking you if it was really important."
Trip stopped in his tracks and looked at me. I thought he was going to give me the middle finger, I was sure of it.
He replied coldly, "Hmph, scrawny fox too weak to push the car out?"
"Trip, please."
"Fine." Trip shot back.
I was somewhat shocked that he was going to help me, but I didn't care at the moment. I swear he muttered "bitch" under his breath as he walked into the trailer, but whatever.
"So, do you wan-"
"Allan, shut up. I'll push, you go up front to make sure it doesn't roll away."
I did what I was told, my head hung low. It was awkward. He was just livid at me this morning, but now he wanted to help? Something didn't seem right.
Trip pushed the car out easily, but I thought I heard a crushing noise as the car went down the ramp. Must have been the gate flexing or something. The car at a stop, Trip walked passed me with an evil grin on his face.
"Um, thanks. I owe you one." I said nervously.
"Fuck off you little cunt."
All I could do was stare at his back in amazement. What was his deal? I decided not to think about it and went to inspect the car. Everything looked good, but the rear spoiler caught me attention. Most of the brackets that held it in place were broken. The spoiler was barely attached to the rear deck-lid.
"What the hell is this?" I said to myself.
It suddenly hit me. Trip. That mother fucker. He pushed so hard that it bent the brackets, breaking most of them. I was pissed. I wanted to kill the asshole with my bare hands.
"Trip!" I yelled loudly, getting attention from unwanted people.
Trip came around from his trailer with that same smile.
"What the hell is your problem? You're a stupid piece of shit who plays dirty!" I said, my temper boiling over.
"Don't kid yourself Al. You deserve it you little ungrateful punk. Fix that bitch."
Trip walked away, heading towards the RVs. I looked around, finding what I wanted. A piece of metal tubing sat by the car, it was mine. I picked it up, holding it firmly in my paw. I started to walk over to Trip's car, raisin the tube in my paw.
"Allan! Don't you dare! Put it down! You're not that person!" Gwen said firmly.
I looked back at her, her eyes of seriousness said it all. She was right, I couldn't stoop to that level. I lowered the piece of metal and walked over to Gwen, dropping it and giving her a big hug.
"Gwen, I'm screwed." I said miserably in her shoulder.
"No you're not. Is it required to have that thing working properly or will they allow you to change it?" She asked.
"I think they will let me change it, not sure."
"We Allan, doesn't hurt to ask."
I broke the hug and looked at her. I just wanted to be done, run away with Gwen and start a new life. Everything seemed to be going downhill.
"Allan Rouse?" A male German shepherd asked me. "This is your car I presume?"
I gathered my wits back together and approached the dog.
"Y-yes it is."
"Alright. This will take only a couple of minutes."
With his check sheet and measurement device in hand, he went around the car, making sure everything was within the legal adjustment range. He came to the rear spoiler and gave a sharp whistle.
"Damn, what happened here?"
I was about to tell him what happened but decided not to. Trip and I would settle this out on the racetrack.
"Pushed the car out and it broke. Must have been extremely loose or something."
"Must have." Said the German shepherd.
"So, can I fix it before qualifying?" I asked.
"You've got till noon. Get on it." He said firmly.
I thanked him and he walked away. By the looks of it, he allowed me to do something that was not permitted. My phone started to ring and I saw that it was dad. Thank god. I answered the phone and told him that tried to push it out myself and ended up breaking the spoiler. He was pissed off but was alright with it sense we could fix it. Hanging up, I looked over to Gwen.
"What a morning." I said sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, shit happens. Just give it back." Gwen said cooly.
I replied, "God I love you."
"I know!"
"Ahem!"
"I love you too Allan! Happy?"
"Very."'
She gave me a short kiss and took my paw in hers.
"So, you gunna fix that?" Gwen asked curiously.
"It's not going to fix itself I suppose..."
"Smartass."
A few minutes later my dad drove up in the truck. He looked like hell.
"Soooo, have a good night did ya dad?"
"You have not a clue. Your mother is plastered. She won't be getting out of bed."
"Oh god..." I said nervously.
"Exactly. Now, lets fix this problem we have. We have a new one in the trailer. Get it from the back and bring it on over here."
"Alright."
I let go of Gwen's paw and did as I was told. Spoiler in hand I gave it to my dad. He told me to unscrew the ones still intact on the old one to get it off. I did just that and the car no longer had a rear spoiler. It looked funny to me. We put the new one on, screwing the braces in place, making sure they were tight. After that, I made sure it wasn't going anywhere and called it good.
"Looks good sunny boy! I'm going back to the RV to check up on your mom. I'll be back out her by twelve-ish. Sound good?"
"Yessiree."
Dad climbed back in the truck and drove on back, leaving Gwen and I to ourselves.
"That was pretty quick Al."
"It actually was. Thankfully Trip didn't do anything else."
"Lets not talk about him. Can we go in the trailer and do "stuff" in there?"
I gave Gwen a kinky look and said, "You betcha. Let's shut the rear hatch and use the side door. There's lights inside, so it won't be dark."
We sealed up the rear lift gate and went in through the side door. I flicked the lights on, revealing a decent sized open space. Shelves outlined all the sides, minus the rear where the hatch opened up. To the front was a medium sized table, mainly used for putting stuff on it whenever need be. Besides that, that was about it. Looked really empty without the car in it.
"So... We're all alone Allan. We could do something..."
"Yes we could, what do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Anything your little heart desires." Gwen said lowly, sitting on the table.
"In that case..."
I walked up to her, gently pushing her back. Once her back was flat on the table, I grabbed her thighs, pulling her towards me.
"So you want it rough I see!" Gwen said kinkily.
I gave her a smile and put my paw on her crotch. I rubbed back and forth, trying to make her wet.
"Oh you know how to- ohhh. That feels soooooo good. I want you in me right now!"
"Shhh, that can come later tonight baby. Lets just play this little game for awhile."
Gwen continued to let out soft moans, biting her lip in the process. I wanted to fuck her right there and now, but it was too risky.
"Al, I want my pants off. Help?" Gwen said demandingly.
"I dunno, are you sure you want to do that here?"
She thought it over for a bit and replied, "Fuuuck, you're right. We don't want anyone walking in on us. You promise tonight we'll do something 'fun'?"
"Promise."
She got up from the table, straightening out her pants and shirt. I put my arm around her waist and we headed out into the lovely morning sun.
For the couple of hours we had we didn't do much. Just mainly walk around the track area, sit in the stands and hand out around the RV. My mom was still sleeping, as was Angela apparently. Too much 'fun' for the moms.
Twelve rolled around on the clock so Gwen, dad, and myself hopped in the truck and drove to pit lane. Once there, we made sure everything was in order. I put on my racing suit and other gear, ready to kick Trip's ass in qualifying. A part of me was hoping that he wouldn't make the field, the over part hoping he would so I could whoop his ass.
"Dad?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"What time does qualifying start? 1:30?"
"Nope, 1:00." He replied. "We need to get the car lined up though, so let's get pushing."
I looked over to Gwen and she gave me, "I'm not pushing that thing!"
Both my dad and I shook our heads and once again took our positions pushing the car. By the time we got to the lineup, our car was in the 30th starting spot to go out and lay down a lap. Better to start later, it wouldn't be as hot out.
The same leopard, Kristy, that took my name earlier came over, having me sign my name again, saying that I would be the 30th car out on the track. They took this info and gave it to the announcers above so they would know our name and car number if they didn't already. Putting down the pen, I leaned against the car and Gwen joined me.
"So, lucky number thirty." She said quietly.
"Mmmhmm. Looks to be that way."
"What time are you lookin for?" She asked.
"Well, I'd like to run a 32.4 at least. I think I can do it."
"Allan, I KNOW you can do it."
I let a big smile out, "Thanks Gwen, it means a lot."
"I'm glad I can help! Not to ruin your parade or anything, but what place is Trip starting in?"
"Knew you'd ask! I looked at the sign up sheet and saw him in the late teens, so I'm looking for a slower lap from him. Hopefully."
"Hey Al, what's that supposed to mean?" Dad shot at me.
Woops. I forgot that out parents didn't know about the whole situation. I stumbled on my words but eventually found them.
"I meant that I hope I beat him! What did you think I meant dad?"
"I dunno, just don't say that. It would be terrible if one of you made it and the other didn't."
"Ok, sorry."
By 12:45, the first car went out on the track to lay down a lap. Every time a car left, we'd push ours up one spot further, inching our way closer and closer. The first five or six cars that went out laid down some average laps, all in the 32.5s, not good nor too bad.
Traffic kept flowing nice and steadily, but the announcer mentioned Trip's name on the intercom and my ears shot up instantly. I heard the car go around the track, hoping he would slip up.
I whispered over to Gwen, "Damn damn! That sounds like a fast lap!"
"How do you know it's fast? Just because it's loud?" Gwen said, laughing at my comment.
The V8 dwindled, his hot lap done. I waited anxiously for the announcer to tell me the news.
"Trip in the Chevy Impala put down a 32.37, moving him up to he fourth place spot. By the looks of it, he will most likely be in the show."
My heart stopped beating, he not only went out there and put down a good lap, he would be starting in the front by the looks of it.
"Damn." I whispered to myself.
The handful of cars that were in front of us did their thing, not one beating Trip's time. Not one. So he remained in the fourth place. The car in front of me took off, this being the sign for me to hop in the car. I gave Gwen a good luck kiss and shook my dad's hand. Buckled in, I waited patiently for the official in front of me to give me the go ahead. Eventually he gave me the thumbs up and I turned the car on, putting it in first, and headed out.
I felt nervous as could be. I was already sweating profusely, and to top it off, Trip was most likely watching this. I told myself to calm down and to concentrate.
Getting up to speed, I came around to the start/finish line, beginning my qualifying lap. I dove the car into one, getting hard on the brakes. I let the car roll through the center nicely and mashed the throttle down on exit of two. Turn three came soon enough. Entering high, I made my way down the bottom, let the car gain grip and hit the gas to the floor. Out of four the car was a little loose, but that wasn't important right now. I crossed the finish line quickly and went for it on lap two. Entering one, the car slid up half a groove, losing traction. The car pushed all the way through the corner, scrubbing off precious speed. Out of two, I decided to enter low this time into three. I did just that, but the car didn't stick. Almost sideways off of four, I crossed the finish line again, ending my time trial.
I pulled into pit lane, my chest pounding frantically. I slowly pulled into our pit area, shutting the car off. I sat there, staring into nothing. What was the news? Did I make it? Or did I fail? Dad didn't come over the radio, so I was freaking out even more. I pulled down the safety net and was greeted with a slap to the helmet.
"Allan! You're in buddy! You're going to race tomorrow! I'll be damned!" Dad exclaimed, still hitting me.
Pure relief. I sat back in my seat as much as I could. What a great feeling. No more shaking with terror, I did it. I unbuckled my helmet and asked dad in a high pitched voice, "So, where are we at?"
"32.45, which puts us 22nd right now. Even with the seven cars still to go, you're locked in!" Dad said giddily.
"Ohhh thank god! Get me out of this car!"
I took off the gloves and safety belts, climbing out to be greeted by Gwen.
"I told you you could do it Allan!" Gwen said happily, jumping on me.
"I know. Thanks for the pep talk earlier."
"Anytime babe."
The three of us listened closely to see where the other cars would place. The 34 car beat my time barely, pushing me back to 23rd. He other drivers weren't so lucky and by the time the last car hit the track, completing his final lap, qualifying came to a close. I was in.
I had a smile from ear to ear. I couldn't help it. An official made his way over to us, assuring us that we had a starting spot just in case we were idiots and paid no attention. We thanked him and rolled the car back in the trailer. In street clothes again, I locked the car trailer up while dad went over to talk to Bill. I wondered if Trip told his dad about the whole messed up situation. By he way the conversation was going, it didn't look like it. I took Gwen's paw in mine, pulling her in close for a kiss. My lips were so close when I heard the familiar laugh of an old friend.
"Get a room, seriously." Trip said bluntly from behind.
Turning around, I looked at him, saying, "Trip, what the hell do you want?"
"Oh nothing particularly. Just wanted to congratulate you on making it in."
"Uh huh, I call bull shit."
"No, really. It just gives me the extra incentive to pulverize you out on the track."
"Gunna play dirty some more, seeing that you already have?" I shot back at him. He was really making me angry, which saddened me deep down.
"It's all fun and games Al. Don't be such a pussy."
I walked away from Gwen, straight up to Trip's face.
"You look here you little dirt-bag. I'm not going to take your shit anymore. Jealousy is the first thing that comes to mind to YOU isn't it?"
Trip's gaze didn't wonder, but I could see in his eyes he was thinking.
His response, "Not at all. Just hate."
"Liar."
"Call me that again you worthless tool!" Trip said boldly.
"Ok"
"Allan! Don't." Gwen spoke up and by her tone I could tell she didn't want this to go any further.
I so desperately wanted to say it again, but I knew Trip would slug me right in the face. I was no match for him. I shook my head slowly, still staring Trip in the eye.
"Trip, it's not worth it. I wish you would forgive me. It's the last time I'll say this, I'm sorry."
I turned around and walked away from him. I reached Gwen, took her paw and started to walk off in the other direction. Trip had to get the last word.
"Pathetic, walk away like you do everything else!"
I started to laugh. Turning to Gwen, I asked, "Finger?"
"Allan, I thought you'd never ask!"
Both Gwen and I put our paws up, giving him the birdie as we walked away to the RV. Take that Trip.
By the time Gwen and I got back to the RV it was close to 4:00. My body felt sticky with sweat, not to mention the pungent smell of a dirty racing suit that was on me earlier. I couldn't wait to jump in the shower.
We walked in and I called out for mom. No answer.
"Well, she must be out and about." I said casually.
"You know what that means..."
Gwen ran her paws under my shirt, up my chest, teasing my nipples. After a second she withdrew from her rubbing and gave me a look of disgust.
"What?" I exclaimed.
"No offense, but before we do anything, you need to get your little ass in the shower!"
"Bu- Ugh! You're right. I'll be quick."
"I know you will!"
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and slapped her ass as I walked to the shower.
"Allan!"
I didn't respond and kept on walking. As I did, I pulled out my phone and tried to call mom, but there was no answer. I then called dad and thankfully he picked up. I asked him where mom was. Gone shopping again. Women these days! I tell ya! I thanked him and hung up the phone.
I stripped my clothes off but walked out of the bathroom and told Gwen, "So, the moms are gone again and my dad is hanging out with some of his old racing buddies. We've got the place to ourselves for a little bit."
Gwen eyed me up and down, "Really? In that case, I'll join you."
I quickly hopped in the shower and turned the faucet to a hot enough temperature. A minute later, Gwen slipped in with me.
"I thought you may need some help scrubbing." Gwen said teasingly.
"Oh you know it! Wanna get my back?"
"Sure, why not!"
She grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed it, a thick blue liquid came out.
"Mmm, this smells good." Gwen said to herself.
I turned around, allowing Gwen to get the full attention of my back. I leaned my head on the shower wall as she began to soap me up. Just having someone else rub their paws through your own fur feels amazing. She started mid-back, working her way up to my shoulders. It felt like a cleaning and massage in one! She then worked her paws to my sides, making me quiver at the touch. Her paws worked lower and lower, until they eventually reached my ass. She cupped each cheek in a paw, squeezing firmly.
She whispered in my ear, "Your ass is so cute. I can't get enough of it. And the tail... Must I say anymore?"
A smile grew on my face, but suddenly disappeared as she slapped my ass, hard.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" I asked shocked.
"You had it coming! Payback is a bitch. Now, back up so I can rinse the soap off." She said forcefully.
"Yes m'am." I replied sarcastically.
She grabbed my butt again, only a lot tighter this time.
"What was that? A tone?"
An evil grin crept on my face, teeth showing. So she wanted to play naughty? I'd give her naughty.
"Yes m'am!" I said sternly, nearly letting out a laugh.
"That's better."
She washed the soap off of my back and put her paws on my lower waist, spinning me around to face her.
"Soap me up!" I said happily.
"You don't have to tell me twice!"
She put some more soap in her paws and started at the top of my body, working her way down. She scrubbed past my waist, grabbing my nuts firmly.
"Woah, what did you find?" I said kinkily.
"Oh nothing, just a sack of some sorts."
She let go and continued down, washing my thighs and sides. She pushed me under the faucet head and the water did its job, erasing away all the suds. Sud free, I reached over Gwen and turned the water off.
"Hey, why'd you do that?" Gwen asked.
"We're in an RV, remember? We only have a limited amount of water."
"Oh yeah. Damn. Well, where are we going to do it now? I wanted it in the shower with the water going."
"Lets use our imaginations!" I belted out.
We both dried each other off. As we did, we couldn't help but brush our different private areas. It was arousing to say the least. Once dry, I slipped on a pair of boxers and a shirt, just in case. Gwen did the same, only with panties. We walked out to the front and sat on the couch.
"So, where to do it at?" I asked curiously.
"You're asking me? I have not a clue!" Replied Gwen.
"I have an idea. How about later tonight we take the truck out for a little joy ride. Somewhere nice and peaceful. Away from people. Sound good?"
"I dunno Al. We aren't too familiar with the area, what if we get caught or something?" Gwen asked worriedly.
"It's Montana! You can get lost anywhere! A truck might not be the most comfortable thing anyways."
"Exactly. So, what are we gunna do?"
"You know what Gwen, I'll take you out in the middle of the racetrack tonight, when the stars are all out. We can decide there. Sound good?"
I hoped for a yes on this. Just staring at the stars was mesmerizing and romantic.
"Sounds good Al. We won't get in trouble, will we?"
"Not a chance."
I gave her a kiss on the snout and got up.
"I suppose we should put some pants on."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Gwen replied back.
Fully clothed, Gwen decided to take a nap so she would have max energy for tonight. How can I say no to that? She climbed up to her bed and dozed off quickly. Meanwhile, I went back to the bunk beds and laid down, reading a car magazine.
I couldn't concentrate. Trip kept coming up in my mind, over and over again. It really bothered me that he was still mad at me. He showed such grate hostility towards me, and for what? A girl? A relationship that he didn't want me to have? I couldn't take it anymore, I got up and put some flip flops on, leaving the RV.
I made the short walk to Trips and decided to knock this time. I started to get fidgety, so I pulled out my phone and looked at the time, 5:01 PM. I heard footsteps and quickly put it away. The door opened, and I was greeted by Bill, Trip's dad.
"Oh hey Allan. Looking for Trip?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I am."
"He's not here at the moment, he went for a walk. I have not a clue where though."
"Hm, alright. Thanks!" I said cheerily.
Bill shut the door and I turned around, walking towards the track. I knew where he was at. The top of the grand stands, towards the middle for the best view possible. Lets just hope he had calmed down enough to for me to approach the equine.
Walking towards the track, I pulled out my phone to check the time. The sun was setting behind he mountains, giving off a vibrant glow of orange and yellow. Hitting unlock, the phone showed 5:58 PM. Amazing how two ours pass by like nothing.
Most people were around their camp areas, whether it was an RV or tent. Kids were running around, adults sitting in chairs, with the majority of some alcohol beverage in hand. That's racing for you. Doesn't get any better than that.
Entering the track from the front, I walked past the closed booths. I saw a couple of people around, but it felt eery. I took a left and began my accent up the the concrete ramp leading up to the grand stands. I had my paws in pockets, and I could feel them getting sweaty. I started to grow nervous, my pace slowing down. I told myself, "No. I can do this. I have to do this." I continued onwards, eventually peeking around the corner and sure enough, Trip was sitting up at the top, alone.
My heart skipped a beat, what should I do? Just walk up casually? Or shout up to him? I went for it. My pace slow, I stumbled along. Trip didn't even hear me coming, nor did he look up. Up the moaning stairs, I was sure he heard me now. At his side, I took a seat. We sat in silence for what seemed like years, but I broke the silence.
I said in the most sincere voice I could, "Gorgeous night. It's almost dark out. The stars will soon illuminate this wonderful place."
Trip didn't even move as I spoke. He just sat there with his hands on his head, looking down at nothing. I tried, but to no avail it seemed. I didn't know what else to do, but at least he calmed down some. The last thing I thought of was putting my arm around him. I raised both my arms, making a fake yawn and put my right arm around his neck as I lowered it. No response.
"Trip, can you at least look at me?"
He raised his head, eyes of sorrow showing. They looked red, he must have been shedding a tear or two.
"Happy? You always get everything you want." Trip said in a quiet voice full of depression.
"I'm not happy. It tears me apart to see you like this. Where is my loving equine that I know? Where has he gone?"
"To hell." Replied Trip in the same voice.
"Then I'll bring you back." I said, my arm squeezing him tighter.
"Psh, whatever."
"Ok, why whatever? Why are you mad at me?"
"Allan, you have the perfect life. You get the girl and leave me on the streets."
"Trip, you can get any girl you want."
"Any girl? Try whores on for size. I want somebody like Gwen. Not a fake person, a for real person. You."
I didn't know what to say. I just didn't.
"I- Trip. What am I supposed to say?" I asked, confused.
"That's just it, you're not saying anything. Now, can you please go and leave me be?"
"If that's what you want, then yes."
I got up, still deeply saddened. He hadn't completely forgave me. I started to walk down the stairs, but turned around and said, "I'm sorry I can't say anything. It's only because I'm confused. If I knew what up from down was, I'd give you a clear answer, but I can't. I'm sorry Trip."
I continued down, Trip saying not a word. My head held low, I felt defeated. There seemed to be no hope. I loved Gwen. I wasn't going to just blow her off to be best of friends with Trip. Why couldn't I have both? Trip just had to make everything complicated over relationships.
I arrived back at the RV and saw the truck parked outside. Mom was back. I entered the RV and saw mom and dad talking in the kitchen, something cooking on the oven.
"Hey you! Where have you been?" Mom asked.
"Just out and about. I needed a walk."
"Oh I see. Well, I'm cooking some Hamburger Helper if you want any." She replied.
"Ok, sounds alright. Where's Gwen?" I asked.
"Bunk beds reading a magazine I believe." Dad said.
I left them and walked in the back, past the curtain, shutting it behind me. Gwen was on the lower bunk, reading one of my car magazines.
In a cheery voice, I said, "Hey. Whatcha doin?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just looking at this, thinking how you just left me."
"Ugh, Gwen I couldn't stop thinking of Trip so I went looking for him and found him."
"Really? Tell me Al. Do you love him more than me? Just wondering."
"Gwen! No! Why would you say that?"
"Well, you've been thinking of him a lot lately."
"It's only because he's one of my best friends who is in a major rut right now. Sorry for caring so much."
"You're right Al. I'm sorry. I know you love me. It's just that I'm afraid you'll abandon me for somebody else."
"I'd never do that Gwen. You can trust me."
"Not even for Trip?" She asked.
"Not even for Trip or anybody else. Your mine." I replied.
"Oh, so now you own me?"
"Why yes I do. Now my lovely, pull my pants down and start sucking the candy."
Gwen reached for my pants, I didn't think she would actually do it.
"Um, Gwen? I was joking. My parents are right outside."
She had a sad look on her face and said, "Oh, I thought you were serious."
"So my little white doggy is horny! Don't worry, I'll fuck you up later tonight."
"You put it soooo nicely! Thanks Allan."
"Hey, I try!" I said with a grin on my face.
"The least you could do is kiss my now."
I went in for the kiss, my long tongue slipping down her throat. Gwen pulled back and started to lick my snout, working her way to my neck.
"Oh, that's the spot." I managed to get out.
Her tongue continued to lick my neck, then my left ear. She began to nibble on it, sending a sensation of complete horniness over me.
"God. Gwen, you're arousing me. I don't think that's a good idea."
She stopped and said, "Sure it is."
"Allan! Gwen! Dinner!" Mom yelled.
Thank god. She saved me from doing Gwen right there. I couldn't wait for tonight. Gwen had a look of a loss, but got up with me to go eat.
The four of us ate in silence for the most part. Mom asked about the whole day and was ecstatic that I made the race. (She knew before hand). Washing the dishes up, I asked if I could take the truck into town with Gwen tonight. The parents weren't too happy, for the fact that the race was tomorrow, but they unwillingly decided to let me go. They just didn't want me back too late. Finishing up, I went in the back to put on some different clothes.
Instead of jeans, I put on some black sweats, along with an American Eagle shirt and ice blue sweatshirt. How I loved American Eagle! I pit some cologne on as well, not too much, not too little.
Gwen came in, saying, "Mmm, you look tasty. And smell good. Trying to outclass me? I don't think so."
In front of me Gwen put some tighter blue jeans on, along with a short shirt, showing her belly button and cleavage nicely. To cover up, she put on a loose jacket. Red lipstick and some black high heels topped it off.
"Damn! You look GREAT Gwen!"
"Tell me about it." She said, looking herself over in the mirror. "I really like my white fur, makes this whole outfit pop! Damn I'm hot. You're so lucky you have me Al!"
"Hahaha! Yeah, you've got that right!"
"Which part?" She asked.
"Every part of course! Lets hit the road and take a trip into town. Something different."
"Alright."
Grabbing the keys, Gwen and I left the RV. walking to he truck, Gwen came up from behind me and grabbed the keys out of my paw.
"Hey! I need those to drive!" I yelled after her.
"Who said you were driving!" Gwen yelled back.
For wearing high heels, Gwen ran pretty fast. She got to the driver's side door and opened it, jumping on the seat.
"Fine, you can drive my lady. Just take her easy."
"Al, don't worry about it!"
I walked to the other side and got it in. Gwen started the truck up, put it in drive, and slowly accelerated out of the camp area. Reaching the dirt parking lot, Gwen floored it, getting the truck sideways, the engine roaring.
"Holy shit Gwen!" I screamed at her.
She continued to drift it sideways but eventually got it straight again, back on the pavement.
"Scare you did I? I can drive too Al. Just watch me." She said confidently.
"Ok ok, you can drive. But I think off road racing suits you better!"
"That sounds fun! Know of any places around here?" She asked.
I was going to tell her hell no, but I wanted to have some fun.
"Yup. When you take a right to get back on the freeway, I'll tell you when to take a left. There's a mudding area around here. We'll just give the old Chevy a car wash afterwards!"
"Al, this is going to be one heck of a night."
Taking a right on the freeway, we were off towards town. Gwen shoved her high heel on the accelerator hard, the truck moving forward quickly.
"Damn. You're really feelin it tonight aren't you?" I asked.
"I feel... wild!" Gwen said half laughing.
"Don't have to tell me, I can sorta tell!"
"So Mr. Car-know-it-all, what is it that I'm driving exactly? I know it's a Chevy truck, but that's it."
"So you want some of my knowledge?" I said teasingly.
"Al, just give me the whole shpeel like you did to me with my car!" Gwen demanded.
"Fine fine! Well, this truck that you're driving is a 2006 Chevrolet 2500HD-"
"What's he HD mean?" Gwen interrupted.
"Heavy duty. Basically this is a three quarter ton truck. Tows more than a half ton, but less than a one ton, or 3500HD. Still with me?"
"Uh huh, go on..."
"So it's a longbed and the trim level is LT3. The LT3 is a fancy name for the heated leather seats and sunroof." I pointed out.
"This has heated seats! That's so cool! Can we open the sunroof?" She asked.
"Why? It's not hot out or anything." I said.
"Well, it's not cold either!"
"Any who! There's a V8 under the hood."
"Like your race car?"
"Well, sort of but the race car pits out more power."
"How much power does this put out?" She asked.
"The 8.1L V8 puts out 330 horsepower."
"Sounds like a lot..."
"Meh, it's alright, nothing special."
"So you say Al!" Gwen retorted back.
For a couple minutes we traveled in silence until I told Gwen to take a right up ahead. Be road led to a mud hole area if I remembered correctly.
"Shit, this road is bumpy!" Gwen said aloud.
"Can I suggest you slow down then?"
She slowed the truck up and continued onwards for a mile or so until the headlights illuminated a large, wide open area. The mud hole.
"This is it." I said.
"Is it! So can I just go straight in?" She asked.
"No, we'll get stuck. Stay on the edges and never let your foot off of the accelerator all the way or we're screwed. Also, don't over rev the engine. Got it?"
Gwen gave me a worrisome look and said, "How about you do it?"
"Alright. Pull up there." I pointed to a dry-looking area.
Gwen stopped, put the truck in park and we both got out, switching sides. In the driver's seat, I put the truck in second.
"Wait wait!" Exclaimed Gwen.
"What?"
Gwen was reaching down for something, and when she showed me her pair of high heels, I knew what she wanted to do.
"Really Gwen?"
"Really, now open this bad boy up!"
I reached up for the sun roof controls and hit the open button. Glass fully gone, Gwen stood on the center console, her head sticking out.
I yelled up to her, "You might get muddy!"
"I don't care! Just don't roll the truck on my head!"
I shook my head and punched he gas. He rear wheels tried getting grip, but couldn't in the muddy area. I then put it in four wheel drive. How that made a difference! I circled the pit wide, fishtailing the truck back and forth, mud kicking up everywhere. I put the wipers on full speed to clear the windshield, I could barely see where I was going. I turned the high beams on as well, although it didn't do much for the fact that mud covered the headlights. Gwen was yelling in joy, telling me to go faster and faster. I was actually enjoying myself. Reaching over for the cd button, I hit play and Ke$ha came on, Gwen's favorite artist.
"Allan! Crank it up!" She yelled down.
I turned the volume way up, the speakers rocking from the bass. I started to go in deeper, which kicked up even more watery mud. We continued having our fun until I saw a pair of headlights coming down from the road. I turned the music off as I did the high beams.
"Oh shit, Gwen, get down!"
"Why? Oh!" She squealed.
She got back in the truck, sitting back down on the passenger seat.
"Can we get in trouble for this Al?"
"I don't think so." I said confidently.
I maneuvered the truck out of the mud pit and parked beside a tree. The lights grew brighter, eventually lighting the area we were just in. Gwen and I watched closely, praying it wasn't a nosy cop. By the outline of the rig, it just looked to be another truck. The rig pulled up to me, my heart was racing.
"Fuck Allan! Go!" Gwen yelled.
"Don't have to tell me twice!" I replied back.
I put the truck in drive and floored it, escaping whoever it was. The two of us kept looking in he rear view mirrors to see if they were following us, no lights behind us. Thank god.
"Damn, what a heart racer that was!" Gwen said laughing.
"Yeah, that was really fun!" I said sarcastically.
"Common! You can't tell me you didn't have fun!" Gwen said to me.
A smile escaped my lips, "Yeah, it was fun. Until that-"
"That what?" Gwen asked.
"Look back. It's the same truck." I said in a serious tone.
"They are probably just fucking around with us. Lets go in town and forget this." She said.
I continued down the road, as dis the truck behind us. Reaching the freeway, I stopped at the stop sign. The truck behind me stopped, turning their brights on.
"What the hell is this guys deal!" Yelled Gwen.
"Just some asshole. Hold on."
Gwen put her seatbelt on and I peeled out, getting back on the freeway towards town. The truck behind me did the same thing, staying right on my ass. I was now getting worried. Obviously it was some jerk trying to be funny, but we were the ones getting played on.
"Gwen, these guys are some local boys probably. Trying to be tough."
"Well, I have an idea." Said Gwen.
"What?"
"You'll see."
Gwen unbuckled and stood on the center console, once again poking her head out.
"Gwen! You are only going to make it worse!"
A couple of seconds later she climbed down with a big grin on her face.
"What did you do!?"
"Gave them the middle finger, I know they saw me!"
"Oh my god! Why did you have to do that?"
The rig behind me punched it and got on the side of me in the fast lane. It was too dark out to see a face, until the passenger window rolled down. There, sat a very attractive girl. She looked to be of the feline species, having blonde fur. The first word that came to mind was "skank."
"Sooo, we have a whore in the passenger seat!" Exclaimed Gwen.
"By the looks of it, yes." I replied, laughing as I said it.
The girl gave me a kinky look, her smile as piercing as it could be. Her petite paws made her way to her breasts. Her paws took them and she seemed to be adjusting them.
"Allan, smoke this bitch please." Gwen said, pissed off.
I floored the gas pedal, the engine roaring to life. Whoever was driving in the other truck did the same thing. We had a drag race. The speedometer read 97mph, too fast for a truck of the size of mine. The other rig kept up, so I took my foot off of the accelerator, coasting. My speed decreased, eventually reaching 70mph. The other truck did the same thing. I was getting pissed. It remained on the same side of me still, the girl still giving me sexy looks.
"Allan, I have an idea, get over in the fast lane and make the driver pull up to my window."
I hit the brakes, the truck slowing down rapidly. I then turned in the left lane, punching the gas and getting right on his ass, high beams flashing. The driver pulled into the other lane slowing down to be door to door yet again.
"Now what?" I asked Gwen.
"Allan, don't get mad at me. I'm losing this sweater to show off my chest and belly button. Roll the window down please!"
"Gwen! Don't be like that other girl!"
"Hey, I can do what I want! Now, role this damn thing down!"
My paw rested on the window buttons, I hit all of them. Every window opened, letting in the semi-warm wind. Gwen's white fur waved back and forth in the wind, she looked so freekin hot! I turned on cruise control so I wouldn't have to worry about adjusting speeds. With my eyes on the road, I quickly glanced over from time to time to see what was going to happen.
Gwen started to move her body back and forth, putting one of her paws up to her mouth, acting all naughty. The drivers window on the other truck then rolled down, revealing a bovine. The bull looked to be tough, his muscly left arm laid on the outside of the door. He kept giving Gwen a look of "I want to do you right here." The skanky passenger hit the bull a couple of times for checking out Gwen most likely.
Gwen looked back at me and said, "I'm going to talk to him!"
I didn't even have a chance to respond. She quickly turned around and yelled out of the window, "Hey there! Why the hell are you following us!?"
By the looks of it, the bull said something back, but I couldn't hear what he said.
I yelled over to Gwen, "Hey! What did he say?"
She looked back at me and said, "Nothing much. Hold on."
"Gwen!" I yelled.
She ignored me and continued shouting out of the window to the bull. I watched his facial expressions carefully, but he kept a pretty straight face, cracking a smile here and there. Finally, Gwen leaned back in, looking over to me.
"So, he wants to talk. He's from around here and is watching the races. Wanna talk?"
I looked at her and had a look of disbelief.
"Why would I want to talk to him? I don't even know the guy! He could be some killer or rapist for all you know!" I said back as I rolled up the windows.
"Allan, you've got to have some adventure in your life! Common! It will be fun!"
I thought it over and didn't like the idea of it, but I went with it unwillingly.
"Fine, but if he and his girl kill us, I blame you!"
"Allan! Nothing bad will happen! Now, follow him, he's going to show us to a car wash." Gwen said cheerily.
I pulled in behind him and saw the sign that read, "Kalispel, 1 mile" on the left of the road. We made it into town, alive.
Glancing at the time, it read 9:25 PM. For some reason it seemed later than that, but that's just how time works, isn't it?
We were now in the town. Lights lit up the streets and there were more cars than I thought there would be on the road at this time. We stayed on the main road for the most part, but when we reached the center of town, we took a right and headed down an empty street. At the end was numerous self-spray carwash spots, with one drive through. I decided to go through the automatic one because I didn't want to get all dirty with mud.
The truck in front of me pulled up to the auto one, rolling down his window. He inserted some dollar bills and entered. I pulled right behind him and waited until he came out the other end. I made sure all the windows were closed, as well as the sunroof. I paid $8 for one of the better washes and entered. Water engulfed the truck, followed by soap and massive scrubbing devices. Afterwards, I rolled out, the white truck no longer covered in brown filth.
The other two in the truck waited further up. Now that the lights were lighting up the area, I could make out what type of rig the bull was driving. By the looks of it, the truck was a 2003-2007 black Ford F-150. I slowly pulled behind him, engaging the truck in park. I turned the key to the off position and sat silently with Gwen.
"Soooo..." I asked nervously.
"Soooo, lets get out and go meet these newfound people." Gwen replied.
I was about to argue with her again but she got out and shut the door before I could say anything. I followed suit, walking cautiously by Gwen's side. Reaching the driver's side door, I couldn't see anything because the window was tinted. A quick moment later, the window rolled down, the bulls face peaking out. I froze with tension.
"Well well, so you are the two that had some fun up at the mud hole. Why'd you guys burn rubber? We could have all had some fun." The bull stated in a sly voice.
Gwen was the first to answer, "We thought you were cops or something. It didn't help for the fact that you followed us either!"
"Cops up there? I don't think so baby. Also, why would you run from the cops? That's just stupid! The whole following you deal was just for some excitement, nothing really happens around here so we have to make our own fun up!" The bull stated.
"I see, well now what?" Gwen asked.
I shuffled my feet, trying not to make eye contact with the guy in the truck. He fell silent, as did Gwen. The girl in the rig was the next to speak up.
She said, "How about we get out and introduce ourselves?"
"That sounds good." The bull replied.
Gwen and I stepped back as he climbed out, the superly dressed skanky cat joining him. The bull was ripped and I thought Trip had some muscles, I was wrong. He looked to be around 6' 1" with a pair of soft brown eyes. His fur was a silky black and he had a piercings in his ears and one in his nose, big surprise there. He wore a pair of simple blue jeans, along with a white T-shirt that showed off his body. I soon caught myself starring. My gaze then wondered to his companion. The feline looked to be a normal cat, standing only 5' 6" at best. She had a thinner build than Gwen, along with a smaller ass and breasts, but she was still hot nonetheless. Her blonde fur looked well-groomed and her large eyes were of a deep yellow. She wore short shorts that looked like underwear, some hooker boots, and her top consisted of a dark, black solid bra lightly covered up by a jean jacket. What a pair!
The bull held out his hand, introducing himself.
"My name is Jake Stanton and this is Ashley." He said, pointing to himself and the girl.
I shook his hand firmly and decided to speak up, clearing my throat, "Nice to meet you. I'm Allan and this is Gwen."
"Nice pair of names you guys have." Ashley said.
"Thanks." Gwen chirped in, eyeing her up.
"So, Jake, Gwen tells me you're a fan of racing." I said.
"Oh yeah, I'm watching the race tomorrow up the track. Are you just visiting to see it as well?"
"No, I'm actually in it." I said cockily.
"No shit! That's cool! What is your car number?"
"99."
"Don't tell me it's after Edwards?" He asked.
"As a matter of fact, it is!"
"Really? I'm a fan of Matt Kenseth myself, but go Roush Fenway!" He said happily.
I was starting to like this guy. He seemed nice and he like racing. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"I like the sound of that. So what's there to do around here?" I asked.
Ashley spoke up, "Psh, nothing. Unless you wanna get hammered." She said jokingly.
"Oh, so it's one of those towns..." Gwen said.
"You betcha." Replied Ashley.
"Well, Allan, Gwen, you guys could come over to my place if you like, my parents are gone so it would be just us."
Gwen and I didn't answer right away and Jake saw this, so he spoke up again, "Listen, I know it's kinda weird that we just met, but Ashley and I are looking for some fun. The two of you are too, so why not hook up and have more fun? The more the merrier!"
"Sure, why not." I found myself saying.
"Great! Just follow me to my house. It's pretty close." The bull said.
Gwen and I went back to the truck and waited for Jake and Ashley to start moving. Once they did, Gwen said, "Allan, we are going to his house. Now I'm having second thoughts. What if he drugs us or something?"
"This is too funny! Before I was all nervous, now you are. Look, he seems like a nice guy."
"Just because he's into racing?"
"Well... yes and no! Ok, how about this. We go there, hang for a bit, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can leave. Sound alright?"
"I suppose so."
The rest of the way we listened to music. Jake didn't live too far from the carwash, maybe only twenty minutes or so. Arriving at his house, I was amazed at how big it was. The house looked to be two stories, probably with a basement as well. A three car garage was on the left side of the house. Jake pulled into one of the garages and I just parked out front. Gwen and I climbed out and walked up to the door, waiting for the other two.
"This place is nice!" Exclaimed Gwen.
"I know. So big, everything looks so neat too."
"Like the house?" Yelled Jake.
"It's awesome! How many stories?" I asked.
"Three."
Jake walked up and unlocked the door with a key. He stepped in, followed by Ashley, Gwen, and me. I shut the door behind me as I took off my shoes. The inside was like a mansion.
A hallway led off to a wide open area. From there, you could go left, which led into the living room, right, the kitchen, or straight ahead to the backyard. Stairs were on both sides of the end of the entry way. The walls were a boring white, but I wasn't complaining. This Jake guy definitely has money.
I gave out a long whistle and said, "Holy shit, this place is nice. I'd say you've got some money."
Jake said, "Yeah, my parents have good jobs. You guys hungry or thirsty?"
I looked over to Gwen and she gave a nod.
"Yeah, we sorta are. Sorry to be a burden."
"Oh it's no big deal, kitchens this way."
He led us off to the kitchen at the end of the entry area. The kitchen was large to say the least. The counters and a semi-circle layout, aligned with cabinets. There was also an island in the middle.
"What do you guys want?" Jake asked. "We have anything and everything."
"Anything is fine." I said.
Gwen and I took a seat at the end of the counter on some bar stools. Jake opened a door that led to the pantry and started to dig around.
"Jake, I'm going to go change. I'll be back." Ashley said in a tired voice.
Jake said, "Sure thing honey."
Ashley walked off, heading up the stairs to a room.
Jake returned with a bunch of snacks in his arms. He laid them out on the bar while Gwen and I looked through them. We grabbed some chips and other junk food. We didn't talk a whole lot, but I soon grew thirsty.
"Do you have something to drink?" I asked.
"Yup." Jake said, getting up and opening he fridge.
"Oh my god. You have mai tai's in there?" Gwen blurted out.
Jake looked back and said, "Yeah, it's already a pre-mixed bottle. We have like four or five of them I believe."
Gwen looked over to me and jabbed me in the side. She whispered to me, "I want a glass of one. You're driving, so it will be ok."
I wanted to argue with her but I knew I wouldn't get anywhere.
"Um, Jake, could I have one of those?" Gwen asked politely.
"Sure my pretty little lady. Would you like a cherry as well?"
"Sounds great."
"What about you Allan?" Jake asked.
"Oh, no thanks. I have to drive."
"Are you sure? You could always stay the night here."
"No, I'm good Jake. Thanks for the offer though."
"Alright, for that, you get water!" He said teasingly.
He brought over Gwen the mai tai and I could smell its fruitiness. Oh how bad I wanted a sip. Jake then came back over with a soda in one hand, a beer in the other.
"Which one my fox man?"
"Really? You have to ask?" I said.
"I know I know! A soda for the responsible one."
He handed me the coke and I opened it, taking a big gulp to get my mind off of Gwen's drink. Ashley came back down, only wearing a red lacy braw with some red panties to match. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Gwen turned and looked at me, giving gestures to me, like "what the fuck."
"Ashley! Put some damn clothes on!" Roared Jake.
"Why? I feel better in this! It's not like they haven't seen anything like this before!"
"I tell you... I'm sorry you two, she does that." Jake said.
"Oh, it's perfectly fine." Replied Gwen, almost laughing.
"See Jake! So Gwen, don't take this the wrong way but your fur is gorgeous. I think you'd look better in just a bra and panties, just like me!" Said Ashley in a tone of desire.
If Ashley was bisexual, lord help my soul!
"Um, thanks?" Replied Gwen, embarrassed.
"No problem sweetie! Is that a mai tai?"
"Yes it is." Jake mumbled.
"Uh, don't hold out on me big boy. Pour mama one!"
"Ashley, you don't handle alc-"
"Hey! I can handle it just fine. Please?" She said.
"Fine, but no barfing!"
"Deal!"
"Jake, where is the bathroom? Allan and I need to use it." Gwen said urgently.
"Oh right, to your left, at the end of that hallway."
"Thanks." Replied Gwen.
Gwen and I walked to the bathroom, closing the door.
"So, what's up? Want to leave?" I asked.
"No, I want to party with them."
"Gwen, how is that fair to me?"
"Hey, you have a race tomorrow, so you shouldn't do it anyways!"
"Yeah, but I still want to!"
"Allan, whose gunna drive then?"
"The magic fucking school bus, I dunno!"
"Do you know anybody here?" Gwen asked.
"No, well.. there was this kid I used to know, but he moved."
"Do your parents know that he moved?"
A smile formed across my face. "No they don't actually."
"So, call them up and say that you ran into him and we are going to stay the night at his house because we're too tired to drive back!"
"I dunno... the race doesn't start til 4:00 in the afternoon though..."
"Exactly! It doesn't hurt to try Allan!"
I took my phone out and dialed mom. She picked up at the third ring and I told her the fake story. She wasn't too thrilled about it, but she didn't want me driving tired either. Apparently dad didn't give a shit, so it was up to mom.
"Mom, Alex and I have been friends for a long time!"
"I know I know. Ugh, I'm going to regret this, I know it! Fine. You can stay there. Be careful and make good choices. Tell his parents that I said hi too! Oh, your dad says not to be late for the race either! You need to be back by 2:00!"
"Ok, love you mom, bye."
"Love you too! bye."
It worked. I couldn't believe it! Gwen jumped up on me, hugging me tight as she could, shoving her tongue down my throat.
"God I love you! So now can we have some fun with our new friends?" She asked excitedly.
"You betcha."
We opened the door and began to walk back to the kitchen.
"Allan, I wonder if they have a pool..."