The Racer And His Girl

Chapter One|

I looked over out my passenger window as I pulled up to the stop line beside the flat, or dull as I say, Chevy I've grown used to riding in and racing against. It seemed to be a daily thing when we were on our way home from work. We'd meet at fifth and fourteenth, then tear up the road all the way to the highway before the blue lights could reach us. He looked up, and as his blue eyes met mine, I knew he was not going to let me win easy this time. The green clock on my dash flashed 3:30, it was early in the morning, I had a rough day, and it's racing weather with the soft breeze and the cool early morning air. I slid out of my truck, shifting into park as I did. I walked around the front of my beast, Black Dust; the headlights illuminating my pale skin and bright red hair, along with the natural sway my hips always possessed. I leaned into his truck through the open window, crossing my legs at the ankle and leaning just right so my breasts were perched in a nice view, along with my fine behind. "So, where to? What's the finish line tonight?" I asked, my voice soft like silk and flowing lightly through the air. He tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear, and connected his eyes with mine once again. "Down the highway until we hit the city limit. First one to Mr Maguire's no trespass sign wins." I uncrossed my ankles and shifted, covering the white numbering on the side of the door reading 678, just under the mirror. "You're on. Ready to eat city street dust?" He laughed and shook his head, leaning in causing me to lean back; I may be submissive, but I'm also a bigger tease than most. "Ah ah, you know that's only if you win." He looked at me, almost as if he was pouting, and I smirked. "Damen, come on now. Pull yourself together or pull your helmet off and we'll get in the back seat. Though, racing seems a tad more fun right now. Loser pays for ice cream from Molly's?" He sighed and nodded. "Deal." I smiled and turned, pulling up my falling jeans, shaking my ass to do so, fully aware of his watching gaze. I walked back around my truck and slid into the seat. I shifted gears, and rolled the rest of the way up to the stop line.

Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, times two as I could feel his and he could feel mine. We each had one another's adrenaline coursing with our own and we both knew, whom ever won neither would truly lose in the end. I shifted in my leather seat, holding my right foot firmly on the break as I drew the seat belt across my chest, shifting it so it sat between my C sized breasts; a constant distraction for men whom I race against. The light was taking it's time, as were we. I let my foot off the brake just enough for the heavy Dodge black pick up to ease closer to the stop line, Damen following suit. I looked at the opposite lights and counted to three after they turned red, then jammed on the gas and got ready to shift. I rammed up the RPM's, and shifted into first pushing on the clutch like every standard requires. The Chevy was inching past me, giving me a signal to kick it up to second. As I did this, the man in the truck beside me smiled, a constant problem of mine was always looking at my opponent. I was shifting into fourth when I started to inch past Damen and I knew, forth was all I could shift into without cheating. Damen only shifted into fourth gear when racing, and that was enough for me. The rest of the time, each of us was ahead for one moment, then behind the next. It was a constant battle all the way down the highway, past the city limit, and zipping past Maguire's sign.

As I slowly shifted down and eventually came to a stop, I slid out of my trucks seat and ran over to Damen whom stopped way before I did, him having more racing experience under his belt. "I totally beat you this time!" Damen was leaning against the custom grille of his truck, the lights behind him casting his figure into a shadow. "Elle, if you wanted me to buy the ice cream you should've just asked because I sooo beat your pretty little ass." "Did not!" I protested, walking over and slipping my arms around his midsection. "Alright, I admit. It was pretty close. If you reward me for my win, then I'll buy the ice cream." He looped his arms around my waist, the skin of my arms and his brushing against each other. I pulled on a pouting face, knowing if anyone was immune, it definitely wasn't him. "Buh... Buh, Damen, I thought I won..." I looked up at him, tears pricking my eyes daring to fall if he didn't agree that I won. He looked between my watering fading blue eyes and sighed. "Elle, why in the world are you so beautiful? Alright, you won. I'll pay for the ice cream, but please stop with the pout before I'm even more tempted to kiss it and dance with you in these headlights of mine." I smiled, the tears sinking back into their wells for another time. "Thank you for admitting I won, as for ice cream, I want a cotton candy rocky road cookie dough overload." He laughed and simply shook his head, pulling me closer against him. "I have half a mind to kiss you and dance in these headlights anyway." I hummed, making it seem like I was thinking about it when the only two things I had on my mind was ice cream and then heating my body back up again in something under the covers.