Page 56 of Happy Hour

Jameson took his hand off the gearshift and gave me thumbs up. I gripped the roll bars tightly and gave him thumbs up as well, letting him know I was ready formy ride.

Even over the engine and the wind, there was no doubt he could hear my screams when he slammed the car into high gear as we hit the straightaway.

I had no idea how fast we were going but I could have sworn on a stack of bibles, I saw Jesus when my face was inches from the wall on the third straightaway. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and hot as hell all at the same time as I watched him push this 800 horsepower race car around the track. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, pumping throughout, shaking my very core with excitement.

Never in my life had I ever been so scared of dying, and in awe of how addictive this could be, pushing yourself to the limits. I finally understood the rush he got out there all these years.

Jameson remained focused, occasionally he glanced my direction. I could tell he was nervous, having me in here with no seat belts on, wrapped around roll bars with a discharge nozzle in places he only wished to be right now.

Watching him was probably the best assembly prep I’d ever had and the boy wasn’t even touching me. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, I could see his forearms contracting with each shift and the way his long fingers gripped the black wheel, the quick movements his feet made while working the clutch, break, and gas simultaneously—it was addicting just to watch.

Suddenly he shifted down to the low gear, pulled down on the apron in turn two, and jerked the wheel left. The car whipped around throwing us into a burn out. And if the driving didn’t turn me on, the revving of the engine and the smell of the burnt rubber pouring into the cockpit of the car sealed the deal.

After a few more laps, Jameson slowed the car down, pulled onto pit lane again and then drove into the garage. The tires still smoking, the thick burning smell swirled through the bays, hovering in the air like fog.

Jameson was breathing heavy when he reached over, killed the engine and pulled off his helmet. I pulled mine off as well and tried to fix my helmet hair. Completely useless.

“That wasamazing.” I said breathlessly shaking from the adrenaline.

Jameson nodded once and grinned but said nothing.

“So what are all these switches?” I knew most of them but I wanted some dirty car talk and I knew damn well he could provide it.

He chuckled, giving me the smirk again. “Well, let’s start on your side.” He raised an eyebrow. “I know you know what all this is, so I’m just humoring you with this shit.”

I let out a little giggle knowing he saw right through me.

“All right so what is...” he looked at the way I was sitting. “Up your ass right now is the discharge nozzle for the fire extinguisher. And this,” he pointed to the switch to the left of it. “is the fire extinguisher switch for suppressing the chemicals,”

I nodded as he pointed behind the seat. “And that’s the fire extinguisher.” He then pointed towards the dash in front of me explaining the switches from right to left. “This one here is the master switch. It shuts down the electrical system in an emergency. These,” he pointed to a cluster of switches. “are the auxiliary switches. They turn on the back up ignition system, ventilation fans, and my helmet cooling system.” He paused placing his hand over the gearshift. “And this...is the,” Jameson licked his lip slowly and winked once. “Gearshift,”

Now it was my turn to shift uncomfortably.

He then pointed to the dash in front of him. “This is the starter, ignition and cooling fans. This one is the engine gauge cluster that tells me the oil pressure, voltage, and fuel pressure.” He moved on to the tachometer. “This one monitors my RPM and then this switch shuts off the engine in an emergency situation.”

I swallowed, this wasalmosttoo much to handle.

“And here, on the wheel, we have my radio button.” His eyes scanned the cockpit for anything he hadn’t explained yet. “Any questions?”

By now, I was panting and so was Jameson. I didn’t realize anything besides my own excitement during his allocution, but this was turning him on just as much.

His head tipped back against the seat. “Come over here, honey.” He rasped in a thick gravelly voice.

Eagerly, I tried to shimmy my way over there all sexy like but it didn’t go down that way, in fact, it looked rather ridiculous from the outside.

There were switches, roll bars, a gearshift, a fire extinguisher, and just random shit everywhere.

Eventually, I was able to get close to him after he removed the steering wheel and tossed it on the dash.

Just as hot and bothered as me, he was grabbing me in any way he could. And though it was also frustrating that we couldn’t really maneuver very well, it was incredibly erotic, providing an alluring temptation that was just within reach but couldn’t be achieved.

“Goddamn it,” Jameson grumbled against my lips when he couldn’t get me close enough to his camshaft. The poor boy was grunting, pushing, pulling, tugging, anything he could do to get me closer.

My fingers inched towards him following a path along his leg. I had other plans when I slowly unzipped his jeans. “I have something in mind.”

His eyes shot up to mine. “What are you...?” his voice trailed off as his eyes widened in surprise. “Oh...”

“This is going to be difficult but I need this,” I gestured south with a nod. “In my mouth...right now,”

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