Chapter 108: Lessons Learned At The Ring

Lydia

Okay, now I was officially confused. I had not expected that reaction, more precisely both reactions. When I had bluntly confronted Regina with Meri’s suspicion, not exactly diplomatic I know, she had broken down in tears. Despite her daughter, Matt’s better half, sitting right next to us, she had immediately confessed that she had become attracted to him. What surprised me even more was that Jenny did not seem to experience any upset or jealousy. In fact she hugged her mother close, trying to calm her down.

I shook my head. I had gone through several scenarios of how that talk could possibly go in my mind over the last four hours, but this plot twist had not be part of my mental ruminations. We sat in awkward silence while Jenny gently rubbed her mother’s back, trying to calm her down, which she eventually managed. It was she, who broke the silence.

“Well, you can’t go all the way until he has done so with me, but he likes blowjobs,” she declared bluntly, forcing me to do a spit-take. I had desperately sipped on my energy drink to get rid of the awkwardness of the situation. Both Regina and I looked at her in shock.

“What?” Jenny asked and shrugged. “Most of us are naked most of the time. Did you seriously think I didn’t know that it was just a matter of time until one of you took a shining to him? And besides, auntie Lydia, you looked messed up like nothing else a few days ago when you came back from the woods with dad and Mario. I noticed that Matt still liked what he saw a lot.”

Okay, even at forty-one I could still blush like a teenager if the heat on my face was anything to go by.

“But you are so possessive of him,” Regina pointed out, her voice still hoarse from the crying.

“I still am,” Jenny insisted. “Unlike you, Matt and I will marry and that in not so distant a future, but how does dad always say? It doesn’t matter where you whet your appetite, as long as you know where to have dinner.”

“Jenny, if you’re just saying that to make me feel less miserable,” Regina began, but Jenny interrupted her. In fact I was surprised that her face became quite serious.

“I would have preferred to have this talk in a different place,” she began, looking at the bland surroundings. “There is something I haven’t told Matt yet, but was planning to this weekend. He really likes a blowjob just before breakfast, and I’m more than willing to indulge him, but it already starts feeling like a chore. I’m afraid I’m not nearly as sex hungry as you lot. Maybe that will change at some point, but I don’t know. Just because I’m naked whenever possible, doesn’t mean I also want to fool around all the time.”

“He hasn’t coerced you into anything, has he?” I asked, slightly alarmed.

“Don’t be silly,” Jenny told me with an upset look. “The problem here is me. I’ve spoken to some of the girls at school. Most of them diddle themselves every night, some even two or three times a day. I don’t. I simply don’t need it that often. Three times a week is more than enough for me, and now that Matt’s here, I have a better alternative anyway.”

“You are not the problem,” I contradicted her. “We might engage in some ‘advanced techniques’, but we don’t do it every day either. You have a completely normal libido.”

“But why do the others do it so often then?” Jenny asked. “They can’t all be freaks. Or did they lie?”

“Um, darling,” Regina said and patted Jenny’s knee. “You just started earlier. Do you remember when your dad told you that touching yourself isn’t dirty, when you were twelve?”

Now it was Jenny’s turn to blush. She obviously remembered that we had gotten to hear certain sounds from her room nearly every day until the novelty factor had worn off.

“But Matt likes it more often,” she told us. “I know if I told him I’m ready to go all the way, he would probably throw me on my back right here. And he would be very good at it.”

“Do you feel pressure to ‘be ready’?” I asked, concerned where this was going.

Jenny shook her head. “I’m not far from it, anyway. We even agreed already where we will do it. And with my trying to headbutt a pommel horse four years ago, there’s no fear of pain either. I haven’t spoken to him about it yet, obviously - I mean, what I just told you. There is a good chance he will never want anyone of you to touch him in certain places. He’s loyal to a fault.”

“Then maybe we had this talk a bit too early,” Regina said.

Jenny shook her head again. “No, even if he doesn’t want it, at least you now know that I know of your attraction and I’m not upset with you, so you can at least get rid of your guilty conscience. Well, the heart-ache, that’s something you’ll have to deal with yourself, because whatever you’ll do or don’t get to do with him between the sheets, he’s mine.”

With that she stood up and walked back to the RVs.

“Are you sure she’s just fourteen?” I asked Regina when Jenny was out of earshot.

“Sometimes I’m wondering myself,” she said with a sigh and fished a Kleenex out of her hand bag to wipe the tear stains off her face.

Mark

I had no idea what the three of them had talked about, but it was obvious that some of Regina’s melancholy had been lifted, although she still spent most of the remaining journey in contemplative silence.

We ‘pitched our tent’, or more precisely our two RVs in pretty much the same location as last time, with the marked difference that we were not surrounded by other teams this time, after all this was a private event, just for us. Jonjo, who had accompanied us on the way here in his Mercedes had gone to Adenau where he still had his one-room apartment for those occasions when he was working in the team’s headquarters rather than the new offices at the Eurospeedway.

Even though we were alone in the paddock, the clothes stayed on, with the marked exception of Matt and Jenny, but those two had retreated to their place, the smaller RV, and according to Regina they were probably having a certain talk right now.