Fast Car
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Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Fast Car tells the story of CJ, a teenager escaping a difficult home life with his mother's alcoholism. He plans to leave in his '70 Pontiac LeMans but first stops to say goodbye to Mimi, a close family friend. What happens at Mimi’s changes CJ’s life. From the best-selling author of Potential and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Aunt Nephew First
CJ smiled at the yellow flowers that waved as cars passed on Townline Road. A few weeks earlier, mounds of browning snow towered along roadsides, in driveways, and around light poles in parking lots. It had been a record year for his plow business thanks to what the weatherman called “Rockland County’s greatest accumulations since,” some year that didn’t mean anything to CJ.
To him, the winter of 1990 was the one to remember. That was the year CJ had purchased the Sierra-yellow 1970 Pontiac that he had just taken out of the garage. The car and a road trip changed the course of his life.
In 1990, there wasn’t a fleet of trucks and snowblowers, just a 16-year-old boy with a plan, a shovel, and pain to motivate him. Fast Car had been on the radio for two years, and like Tracy Chapman, CJ wanted a ticket to anywhere. He had been working and hiding money from his mother since he was eleven.
In the summer, CJ had lawn jobs, plus a gig at the 7-Eleven, putting the Sunday papers together. He shoveled through the hellacious winter, and by spring, CJ had more than enough cash to buy Mrs. Brophy’s car. It had been in her garage since her husband died. The 1970 LeMans didn’t have GTO badges, bucket seats, or four-on-the-floor, but it was a fast car, fast enough to fly away.
The plan had been to leave when summer vacation started, but CJ had had enough. Enough canned beans, microwaved mac & cheese, booze fetching, going for cigarettes, drunken rants, loud parties, screaming fights, hiding, and being blamed for her drinking, and everything else. He had spent enough time watching his mother die a little more each day.
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