Fast Car
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Chapter 6
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
“There’s a rest area coming up in Aberdeen.”
“How far?” Mimi asked while using her foot to crank the window knob.
The wind was loud and warm. CJ looked down. “Not far.”
Mimi stuck her feet out the window, wiggled her toes, smiled, and closed her eyes. “Okay, drive on.”
It was a mostly empty cars-only rest area. Mimi leaned into the back. CJ stared, blushed, and looked away without slapping Mimi’s butt. She grabbed flip-flops, eyed him as if she knew how tempting it had been, and grabbed the keys. “I need something from the trunk.”
While CJ climbed out like an old man, stretching, scratching, and rubbing the leg Mimi’s head had put to sleep, she dashed across the parking lot to the bathrooms. He followed a few minutes later and made it back to the car before Mimi. When she came out of the building in a floating, floral dress, CJ watched, mesmerized as she strolled back, the dress tails in her hands, swinging with her arms. She spun on one foot and asked, “You like it?”
He nodded stupidly, his mind grappling with old memories of a carefree, flip-flop-wearing girl. “It’s perfect for Florida.”
Mimi swatted him. “What about Maryland?”
Without thinking, CJ said, “You’re beautiful, ah, it’s, it’s beautiful.”
Mimi turned away. “Ooh, picnic tables. Come on.”
CJ followed Mimi across the grass. She sat on the table with her feet on the bench, facing him. “Sun feels great.” She threw her head back and closed her eyes.
Mimi’s smooth cheeks were bright, her lips seemed too red, and the black curls hanging behind her head glistened. CJ took a step and a breath. Mimi opened her eyes. “Mmmm, CJ.”
Was that sound associated with his name? CJ couldn’t trust his ears. His confused emotions might be playing tricks on him. They stared at each other. He stopped breathing. Mimi reached for him as she stood, then they were hugging. He inhaled through Mimi’s hair and pressed his face into the crook of her neck. His knees were weak. Had he kissed her?
“Sit, let’s sit,” Mimi said.
CJ straddled the bench and sat. Mimi did the same, right in front of him, and leaned back on him. He cautiously slid his arms around. She held them tight against her stomach. Should he apologize?
Mimi tipped her head back. His went forward. Their cheeks touched. She asked, “Are you okay?”
Hell fuckin’ no, CJ thought, I might have kissed your neck. “Of course.”
“What are you thinking?”
He was thinking, why are your breasts on my arm? “I can’t believe you came.”
“You wish I hadn’t?”
“No.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Um, responsibilities ... you’re responsible, you always take care of everything.”
“Don’t put me on a pedestal. I’m no saint. I have issues, too.”
“Don’t do that.” She was trying to drag him back.
“We all have our demons.”