Wreckers or Checkers: In It to Win It (4 page)

“He’s not going to be happy about that but I’m sure when I explain why he’ll be okay.  Where are you anyways, I’m back at the dorm.”

I told her I was in the basement doing laundry so she gathered hers and came downstairs too.

We sat there talking about school, her parents, my mom, Mitch, and Jet.  I told her that Lance invited us over to watch the big race on Saturday. 

“Sweet, I was wondering if you were going to watch it.” She said and bumped her shoulder against mine.

After we finished our laundry we decided to order take out instead of cooking, I was quickly figuring out why they say freshman gain fifteen pounds.

We sat on the floor with our food on the coffee table and watched a show about brides competing to see who could win a dream wedding.  My
phone chimed with a new message. I opened it and there was a picture of Jet with his little boy Chase sleeping on his lap inside the enclosed trailer.  Under the picture was a text,
*Met Chase and his parents today, wish you could have been here.  I miss you so much Chassi
s
it’s killing me that you won’t talk to me.* 
I handed my phone to Asher so she could see the pictures, her eyes got big, “He’s Jet’s twin!” she said then read the text.   I was trying to hold back tears, I wanted to call him and talk but I wanted him to concentrate on his race instead of worry about me.  I didn’t text him back or call him, we finished our supper then about an hour later went to bed. 

The next morning I woke up and went for a jog as usual, I couldn’t shake the nerves that I was feeling for Jet today.  I wanted to call him and wish him good luck but I decided that I would send him a good luck text instead.

C:
Good Luck tonight!

J:
Thank You, I really wish you were here.  I miss you so fucking much.  I’m really sorry for what I did.  I can’t wait to get home to you.  I love you!

C:
I miss you too and I love you.  I’m sorry for once again over reacting.  Please just concentrate on the race okay?  I’ll see you when you get back.  Be careful and I love you!

J
:  Lance has strict orders to have you watch it at the house…God damn I miss you.  I can’t even put into words what I’m going to do to that sweet fucking body of yours!
*

I walked back to the dorm, Asher left a note letting me know she was going shopping that if I got bored to come find her at the mall.  I showered then dressed in sweat pants and another one of Jet’s shirts.  I picked my phone up off the bed and read the last message Jet had sent. 

C: 
JET!!*

J: 
And now I’m hard!

C: 
STOP IT!

J: 
HAHA, not until you’re underneath me cumming so hard your fingernails dig into my back.

C: 
Really?  I told you to concentrate!

J: 
I am!

C: 
JET! You’re such a perv!

J: 
Mmm only for you.  I’m going to lick that sweet little pussy of yours until you are cumming and begging me to stop.  Then I’m going to bury this throbbing hard cock deep deep inside of you…
*

When I didn’t
reply he sent me another text;

J:
You’re wet and horny as fuck now aren’t you?* Attached to the text was a picture of his hard dick with a drip of pre cum on the tip.

I laid down on my bed, *
Nope not at all
!*

J: 
Bullshit!

C: 
No, I’m serious!

J: 
Again I call bullshit!  I bet if you stick your fingers down your pants your pussy is soaked!

C: 
Maybe I’m in public!?

J: 
Nope, Mitch already told me that Asher told him you were back at the dorm after your run
.

Damnit Asher, she’s been telling Mitch everything and he’s been relaying the message to Jet.  I was so going to giv
e her crap when she got back. 

C: 
Okay fine, I’m on my bed, naked and fresh out of the shower!
*

J: 
Prove it!

I laughed when I sent him a picture of me in my sweats and his t-shirt.

J: 
Get naked and FaceTime me woman!

C
:  OMG NO!

J
:  Do it!

I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip, walked over locked my bedroom door, stripped my clothes off and hit the FaceTime icon on my phone.  Within a minute the call was connected, Jets sexy face filled the screen of my phone. 

“Hey there beautiful!” He said with a big smile. 

“Hey!” I smiled back. 

“Fuck I miss you, I need you here.” He told me then licked his lips and slowly dragged his bottom lip between his teeth then released it. 

“You’ll be home tomorrow.” I told him. 

He grinned, “Mmhmm” he said with a grin. 

“So you got me naked now what you sex fiend?” I told him and smiled. 

“Oh, I’ve got something for you.” He said then slowly moved the camera down his chest, there was that sexy tattoo that made my mouth water.  Then lower the happy trail of dark hair that started below his belly button, until his massive thick cock was filling up my screen.  “This is a problem that you should be here to fix woman.” Jets voice came through the speaker.  He slowly started stroking himself and squeezing the head of his cock making more pre-cum bead out of the slit.  He stopped, propped his phone against something, I could tell he was in the bedroom of the camper.  He pumped some lotion into his hands rubbed them together then fisted his cock again and massaged his balls with his other hand.  “You gotta do something babe, this isn’t fair.” He told me.

My nipples were already h
ard as I moved my phone down my body, I heard Jet growl when I touched my fingers to my pussy.  I slowly started circling my clit as I watched Jet stroking his cock.  “You’ve gotta probe that sweet little pussy Chassis.” He told me.  So I stuck one finger inside pulled it out and started circling my clit again.  Then I remembered the vibrator Carley made me buy on one of our shopping trips.  I had put it in the nightstand beside my bed so I put my phone down, fumbled with the box, ran into the bathroom washed it with the cleaner then hurried back to my bed.  My phone bounced off the bed and onto the floor.  “What the fuck Chassis?” Jet said. I started laughing when I picked the phone up.  I squirted some of the lube that came with the vibrator onto it.  Jet finally noticed what I was doing, he stopped stroking himself picked his phone up and looked at me, “You’re not playing fair at all, I don’t even want to know where you got that from.” He said then set his phone back down.  I slid the vibrator between my slick folds then inserted the tip of it inside of me.  I pushed it in deeper until the little bunny clit flicker was pressed firmly against my clit.  With one flip of a switch the little bunny started humming, I pushed the other switch up and the entire vibrator started circling the little pearls inside of it.  “Jesus Chassis!” Jet said and started stroking his dick harder and faster.  I moved the vibrator in and out then pressed it deeper inside of me as the bunny vibrated harder against my clit.  Holding the phone was getting more and more difficult as I felt my orgasm building. 

“Jet, I’m going to cum…oh fuck!” I breathed out and moved the vibrator in and out at the same stroke as Jet.  He started stroking faster and squeezing harder and moaning
. If there was one thing that turned me on it was the way Jet’s man moans rocked me to my core.  With the vibrator buried inside of me my orgasm ripped through me and my body spasmed.  I dropped my phone then I heard Jet moan again. 

“God damnit Chassis!” He said.  I hurried to pick up my phone off my bed.  “You kind of missed the good part.” He said as he wiped his hands off and brought the phone up to look at me.  I started laughing, “You need to get ready for the race, I’ll see you tomorrow.  I love you!” I blew him a kiss. 

“I love you too, we’ll work on the phone sex some other time.  I’m really sorry for what I did.” He said in a serious tone.

“I know, and so am I.” I told him.

After we hung up I put my clothes on, peeked out my bedroom door and ran to the bathroom and washed the vibrator off.   When I opened the door Asher was standing there, my vibrator was pointing right at her.  Her eyes got big she put her hands up in surrender, “I don’t even want to know!” she said then busted out laughing.  I waved it at her and she jumped back, “So let me guess, FACEtime sex?” she asked and followed me in my room. 

I shook my head and started laughing, “If you call it that, I dropped my phone and didn’t get to see him cum.”

She started laughing and walked out of my bedroom.

I laid down on my bed and fell asleep, a couple of hours later Asher was jumping on my bed.  “Get the fuck out of bed I want to go watch this race, I sure wish we could watch it in PERSON…but a seventy inch
flat screen will do I guess!”  She jumped off my bed and walked out of my room.  I changed into a pair of blue jeans and the racing shirt Jet had given me with his number on it, put my tennis shoes on and walked out of my room.

When we got to the Jet’s house the place was packed, “Oh my hell, I thought it would be just a few people not half of the campus!” I told Asher when I pulled in the driveway. 

“Mitch said there might be a bunch of people over to watch since they didn’t want to make the drive.  Now let’s get in there and get ready to watch this, I hope he wins!”

I laughed, “Me too!”

We went inside, grabbed a beer and went to the living room, Lance had saved us both a seat on the couch right in front of the massive flat screen TV. 

“I’m logged in they’ll start the show in about
five minutes.” He told us

Five minutes later the screen flashed then the racetrack came into view, “Ladies and
Gentlemen tonight is the night, the big dance!” the announcer said.  He went through and listed all of the drivers and their starting positions, Jet would be starting on the fifth row inside. The race was forty laps with thirty three drivers competing. They had a group of young kids sing the National Anthem and a little girl that was suffering from Leukemia would be dropping the green flag. We sat there watching as the camera scanned up the line-up area, when they walked past Jet’s car he had his shield flipped up on his helmet and looked directly at the camera and held up the peace sign with his fingers.  His silver blue eyes sparkled and the corners of his eyes wrinkled up with a smile hid by his helmet.

“How does he see over the decking he looks like he’s sitting so low!” one girl asked from behind us.

“He’s six foot four-ish he isn’t sitting as low as you think.” Asher told her but never looked back at her.

The cars p
ulled out on to the race track and drove three wide around the three eighths mile dirt track once to get lined up then again for the parade lap.  As they came out of turn three the camera zoomed in on the little girl holding the green flag with both of her hands.  The flag man tapped her on the shoulder twice then quickly put his hands over her ear muffs as she started waving the green flag as fast as she could.  The sound of the cars engines blared through the surround sound in the room, my skin prickled with goose bumps as the cars blew out of turn four and down the front stretch.  The camera man zoomed out and the announcer started rattling off who was in what position.  The announcer sounded like he had drank energy drinks for two days straight but he did an amazing job and kept the audience hyped as the drivers raced each lap.

Jet

****

When I got the “Good Luck” text from Chassis I had to do a double take that it was from her.  My phone had been blowing up non-stop with text messages and calls from family and friends wishing me good luck. 

FaceTime, was fucking awesome!  I’m not sure how she managed to drop her phone the first time.  But thank god she didn’t drop it again until after she had given me one hell of a fucking show with that purple bunny dildo.  Jerod tried to come barging in shortly after I had blown my load all over my hand and cleaned up.  He started banging on the door telling me to get my ass to the trailer so we could start getting everything ready for the race later in the day. 

When I came out of the room he looked at me, “What the fuck were you doing?” he asked with his eyes narrowed. 

“If you really want to know I just watched Chass fuck herself with a dildo and I rubbed one off while I watched her.” I told him then reached up and patted his face with my hand.  He slapped my hand away and started gagging as I walked out of the RV.

Jerod caught up with me and punched me in the ribs, “You’re a sick son of a bitch!  So was the show awesome?” he asked.

I glared at him, “Fuck you, she thinks I’m not coming home until tomorrow but I’ve already got a flight booked out for after the race is over.  I think my ticket is for eleven this evening.”

“What the fuck man, I’ll fly with you, I know you get scared.” He told me.

I snorted and shook my head, “We’ll have to talk it over with Mitch and Jason first, Mitch might want to fly with me so he can get back to Asher.”

Once we were at the trailer, Jason had just finished up putting tear offs on my helmet, and Mitch was double checking tire pressure. 
Cameron and his girlfriend came into the trailer a few minutes later.

“You ready for the big dance?” he asked and reached out to shake my hand.

“Yeah, I think so, just gotta keep my head on straight.”

“When are you leaving tonight or tomorrow morning?”

“Well, I’ve got a ticket booked to fly out tonight around eleven.” I told him then looked at Jason who had a confused look on his face.

“I was going to talk to you guys about something.  My girlfriend has a cousin that lives in the same town as you go to college.  She just had a baby and we were planning on making the trip there to see her.  I’ll drive the rig and she’ll follow me if ya’ll want to just go home tonight?” he told us.

“Hell yes!” Mitch, Jason, and Jerod all said at the same time.

“That’s settled then
, I’ll leave you boys alone and we’ll see you in Victory Lane.” He said with a smile then they turned and walked away.

“Holy shit!  I’ve gotta call and get tickets, then let Asher know.” Mitch said.

“No!  We will just surprise them.” I told him.

I called Mike to see if they had arrived at the track, he told me they were going to sit in the grandstands since Kim wasn’t up for all the walking.  I offered to get Lawrence to drive them around but he said Chase would be able to see better from the stands.  He wished me good luck before handing the phone to Chase.

“Jet, good luck tonight.  I’ve got your shirt on and a sign we made for you!” he told me practically screaming it into the phone.

“Right on buddy!  I’ll see you after the races okay?”

“Can we come to winners circle when you win?”

I laughed, “If I win we’ll have somebody bring you guys down how
’s that sound?”

“AWESOME!  Good luck!” he said then handed the phone back to Mike that handed it to Kim.

“Good Luck Jet we are sporting all the gear you guys gave us, and we made you a sign last night.  Chase worked his little heart out on it I’ll send you a picture when we hang up.”

“Thank you Kim, I’ll talk to you guys after the races.”

We hung up, then a few minutes later she sent me a picture of all three of them holding a sign up that had a race car that Chase had drawn and my number 52/1J in bright red marker on it then #1 Go JET!   I smiled and sent her a Thank You text back. I text Lance to make sure that Chassis and Asher were at the house to watch, he text me back letting me know the house was packed and that they were both there.  I went into the trailer and changed into my fire suit, when I came out Riley was standing beside the car.  I rolled my eyes as I walked past her.

“I just wanted to stop by and tell you good luck.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks, do me a favor please though…stay the fuck away from me from now on.” I said and stepped around her then climbed in the car.  I didn’t bother looking back at her, I started fastening my seatbelts then pulled my fireproof gear on.  After she walked away Jason came over to the car and bent down resting his forearms on the sheet metal of the door.  “Don’t let her get in your head, you’ve got a good chance at winning this.  Keep your head in the game and drive this mother fucker like you stole it!”

“I think I’ve made my point pretty clear that she needs to leave me the fuck alone.  I’m more worried about finishing with Cameron’s car in one piece.” I told him.

“You’ll do just fine.  Good luck!” He patted me on the shoulder, put my window net up then stepped away from the car.  I put my helmet on, pulled out of the pit stall and drove over to the line-up area. 

I had been asked by numerous people, “What’s going through your head while you’re waiting in line-up to race?  Do you get nervous?”  I had never thought about it until they asked me, I have fallen asleep in the line-up area if the race before us is full of cautions.  I’ve sat there texting on my phone, I quit doing that after people continued texting me while I was racing though.  I wouldn’t say I get NERVOUS nervous, if anything it’s more the adrenaline rush and waiting.  My brother always told me, “You’re one twitchy mother fucker, you’re like a crack head w
aiting for their next hit.  Shaking your leg back and forth and drumming your fingers on the steering wheel or decking, I still don’t see how they’ve never diagnosed you as having that ADHD!” I sat there in my car laughing to myself when movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention.  I turned my head and there was a camera crew walking past all of us drivers.  I held up the peace sign and smiled, and yes my leg was practically shaking the entire car.  “
Alright guys, there’s only 5 to go, get your cars fired up.  Remember it’s three wide once you pull onto the track.  Then you’ll do one parade lap, stay three wide and hit that loud pedal when that green flag drops!
” The guy told us in our race receivers.  He came back on when the race was completed and it was time for us to pull on the track.  

We made one lap slowly for the fans that were lined all around the racetrack.  I was starting on the fifth row on the inside.  “
Green next time around!
” the overly energetic guy said to us over the race receivers.  The car behind me pushed at my back bumper as we gained speed down the back stretch.  I reached up pulled on the straps to my seat belts to tighten them one last time, “
GREEN GREEN GREEN GO GO GO!
” The guy practically screamed at us.  Out of turn four the cars in front of me were beating and banging off of each other, the car behind me was trying to spin me out and the car beside me was pinching me off pushing me closer to the bottom.  Once we all made it one complete lap we started to move and push a little harder trying to get a line that worked for us.  “Mother fucker let me off the bottom!” I said as I tried to move onto the high side as we raced down the back stretch.  No matter what I did I couldn’t get around the car that was in front of me and the car on the high side was trying to dive to the bottom where I was.  “Jesus Christ can we get a caution yet?” I grumbled as the car next to me drove like he couldn’t see me on the bottom of the track.  After a few more laps the top ten cars had finally been able to get a two wide and single file lines going.  I was running in twelfth place still trying to move to the top side of the track, the race was forty laps but with each lap that ticked off the race I was getting more and more impatient and pissed off that I couldn’t get moved to the high line.  Thankfully as I came off turn four there was a hole just wide enough for me to put the nose of my car between the car beside me and in front of me.  As I pushed through I felt the car behind me clip my rear quarter panel but I never lifted.  I gained ground on the top ten cars pretty quick, then the caution flag came out at about the seventeen lap mark for a car that spun out and ended up against the front stretch wall. 

“
Alright boys, single file restart. Don’t hit that cone! GO GO GO GO!
”, the same overly hyper guy told us.  I couldn’t help but laugh when that guy would talk, he seriously reminded me of Lawrence after he had too many energy drinks.  Out of turn four the front ten cars all found their lines pretty quick, most chose the bottom but I had to run the high side.  Within ten laps I had moved into fifth place and was hot on the rear end of the car in front of me.  Another caution came out for three cars that had piled up in turns one and two, we circled the track a few laps until they had them cleared off of the track.  I reached up to pull a tear off off and nothing came off, “Are you fucking serious?” I yelled as I wiped my glove across my shield, “Jason I’m going to kick your ass.” I said and hurried to clean my shield with my other glove.  The guy screamed into our ear piece that it was green flag racing, and there were still twenty two laps to go.  One good thing about running on the top of the track, there wouldn’t be too much mud kicked up to dirty up my shield so hopefully I could make it and not crash because I couldn’t see through the damn thing. 

As I passed another two cars I moved in to third place, I passed better coming off of the corners and could gain some ground on them in the corners.  One other good thing about that guy that was hyper as hell and yelling in our ears, he kept telling us what lap number we were on.  On lap thirty I
drove hard in to turn three and felt the ass end of my car start to break loose.  I lifted enough to let it come back and straighten out, then as I exited turn four I moved to the middle of the track. My car was too tight so I had to move back to the top of the track.  I passed the second place car as we raced out of turn two and down the backstretch, that put me right on the leaders bumper.  He dove to the bottom and I stayed on top, out of turn four I passed him like he was barely even trying.  “
Fifty two J, takes the lead!
” the guy yelled “
Ten to go!
” he finished.  Now the bad thing about hearing him say that, my mind went right to the “Oh shit oh shit oh shit” mode.  My adrenaline spiked and I felt my hands start shaking as I gripped the steering wheel tighter, “Calm the hell down and drive.” I told myself.  I never moved off of the high side I kept the same line the next ten laps.  When I crossed the finish line and seen the little girl waving the checkered flag I was in complete shock. “FIFTY TWO J, Jet Crow.  We’ll see you on the front stretch, then to the victory lane!” he yelled.  I shook my head and laughed, “Holy Shit!” I breathed out and flipped my shield up. 

I circled the track and
then stopped under the flag stand.  Before I could even get the chin strap undone, or my five point harness seat belts unbuckled Jason was ripping down my window net. 

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT BROTHER, YOU DID IT!” he yelled and shook my shoulder.

I handed him my helmet, “Look at that and tell me what’s wrong.” I told him with a laugh. 

He turned it from side to side then laughed, “Dude we seen a whole string of the tear
offs come out of somebody’s car but we didn’t know who’s.  God damn man wait until you watch the race replay, I don’t think you understand how hard you were driving.  I’m pretty sure Jerod and Mitch covered their eyes a few times!” he told me then stepped back so I could climb out of the car.

Once I was out of the race car I was being tackled to the track by Mitch and Jerod, “Get the fuck off of me you assholes!” I yelled and tried to push Mitch off of me. 

“Oh no you sexy mother fucker you are getting a victory kiss from me!” Mitch laughed then puckered his lips up like he was going to kiss me.

“Mother fucker I’ll knee you in the balls…don’t do it!” I yelled then finally got Mitch off of me. 

Jerod jumped on me almost making me fall again, “Look at them Jet, they are going fucking NUTS!” he said and pointed to the grand stands. I waved at the crowd and they erupted into more cheers and whistles.  The announcer walked over to me and gave me a one arm hug, “Holy shit man, you have no idea how good of a show you put on, Congrats!  Your pit crew is obviously happy.” He said then turned his microphone on.  Before he could say anything I asked him if I could have some friends come down, then told him to call for Mike, Kim, and Chase.  Once Chase broke away from Mikes grip by the flag stand he ran down the track and right into my legs, “YOU WON JET! YOU WON!” He yelled as I picked him up and hugged him. 

“I did, didn’t I buddy!” I said with a laugh, then walked around to the stadium side of my car.  The announcer was listing off sponsors on the car, the crowd was cheering so
loud I could barely hear Mike telling me congratulations.  Kim hugged me and wiped away a tear, “Don’t say a word, it’s hormones!  That little boy had everybody in our section on their feet cheering for you.” She said and rubbed Chase’s back as he held on to me and smiled big at her.  “I did Jet, they all screamed loud!” he told me and hugged me again around the neck.