Fast Car
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Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
The woman’s arms were suddenly around him. The warm press of her body and the smell of hair cracked his facade. The brave, adventurous man with a fast car, a road atlas, and a destination reverted to the boy, crying on the shoulder of the only person he knew loved him. Maybe there had been a time when his mother hugged him, or his father had, but CJ only remembered Mimi holding him that way.
“Nothings wrong, I’m fine,” CJ said.
“Coulda fooled me,” Mimi said. “Come in. We’ll talk.”
Inside, CJ looked at the couch he had spent so many hours on. They rented movies, watched TV, and most of all, they listened to music together. Mimi had Bruce Springsteen, the Rolling Stones, Beatles, Deep Purple, and so many more groups that CJ loved. She made him cassettes to play on his Sony Walkman. Headphones on, hiding in his closet, music had always been his fast car.
“Sit,” Mimi said.
“No, I can’t. I’m gonna go ... I’m leaving.”
Mimi cocked her head. “Then why did you wake me up?”
CJ stared. Mimi’s T-shirt was wrinkled, and her wavy black hair was flat on one side and a crazy mess on the other. It made him smile. As a girl, Mimi had been cute, as a teenager, cute and pretty, now, Mimi was beautiful. He thought of her as a friend, someone who got it, got him. They were the same, both survivors.
“I stopped to say goodbye. I’m going to Florida.”
“Whoa, hold on.” Mimi held up her hands. “Slow down. School, you can’t ... can’t leave. I can’t let you.”
The words had been what CJ expected the adult Mimi to say, but her expression and tone weren’t authoritative. She seemed scared or sad and sounded pleading. “I have to. My stuff is in the car. I have to get away from here.”
Resignation washed over Mimi’s face, and then a smile appeared. “Okay, but I’m coming.”
“You can’t.”
“You don’t want me to?”
“No, yes, but you can’t. Your job and—”
“Screw it. I can be a waitress and bartender anywhere, and I’m sick of this winter shit.”
CJ wanted to take Mimi seriously, but he knew it was a ploy. She was stalling, buying time to think. “I’m going, really, it doesn’t matter what you say.”
“Me too,” Mimi said. “It’ll be a blast. Sprung from cages, steppin’ out over the line. We gotta get out while we’re young. Let me grab a shower and pack while you raid the kitchen. Get my music, too.” She closed the bedroom door.
CJ had feared and dreaded saying goodbye to Mimi. It was the only part of his plan that made him sad, so it was natural that Mimi going with him felt good. That didn’t make him less suspicious or prepared to run. Adults don’t say screw it and take off in a car. That was behavior reserved for impulsive teenagers. But wasn’t that what his father did?