The Racer's Chronicles - Junior Formulae
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Chapter 4: The Big Reveal
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Big Reveal - Jenny and Matt have been in love with each other since they were eight, despite the fact that they were separated by an entire ocean and have never met each other in person before. Both share one dream - they want to race in Formula 1 one day, preferably together. Now that they are fourteen, it is time to overcome the separation and start their way together.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor School Sports First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
I had no idea how long we had stood there, just holding each other in the middle of the pit lane. What I did notice was that the car had long been pushed back into the garage and some elderly gentleman cleared his throat to get our attention. Somewhat reluctantly we loosened our grip of each other and looked at him somewhat sheepishly.
“I hate to interrupt you, young man, but I’m afraid I need to borrow your girlfriend for a while. She’s supposed to go on the podium.”
“What for?” Jenny asked. “We were only fifth in class.”
“That doesn’t preclude you from being nominated as the driver of the race,” the official, at least that was what I suspected, told us.
“Wow, congratulations honey,” I blurted out, causing much amusement among the team members standing around us.
“Why separate them, Manni?” Olaf asked the official. “The boy came second in the karting world championships last year and is one of the three kids who got the DMSB exemption. Why not have him hand her the trophy?”
“Not a bad idea,” the official called Manni, which according to my German lessons meant that his real name was Manfred, agreed with Jenny’s and my temporary team boss. “Well, then come along you two. What’s your name young man?”
I couldn’t help myself. The track announcer had just explained who I was and the crowd in the grandstands gave a polite applause. The real cheer went to Jenny though - and rightly so. Not only had she done a very professional job at an age that until recently had been deemed too young, she had also driven the fastest lap in the SP3 class, faster even than the four cars that had finished in front of the foxtail Manta.
At one point we did show our age though. Normally I was expected to hand the trophy to her and then walk off again, but Jenny was having none of it. She jumped into my arms, kissed me and didn’t let go of me - to huge cheers from the grandstands. The officials grinned our wrecking the protocol away, instead of trying to reign us in.
“I think we’ve pushed our luck far enough,” I said and cackled, once we had walked off the balcony on which the podium ceremony had been held.
“Damn right,” an unknown driver told me. “Thanks for making us follow that. By the way, young lady. You deserve that trophy. That was a very impressive stint in a car that old.”
Jenny thanked him politely and dragged me away, deeper into the large room where several teams of several car classes were waiting for their own podium ceremony.
“You don’t know who that was, do you?” she asked me excitedly.
“Should I know him?” I asked back.
“That was Bernd Schneider, ex-F1 driver, ITC, DTM and FIA-GT champion. What he just said was basically a knightly accolade. He didn’t say ‘not bad for a girl’, or ‘not bad for someone so young’. He just accepted me as a driver. That’s huge.”
“You know, I haven’t looked at it from that perspective,” I admitted. “Now that you mention it, I think you’re right.”
“Good, and now you may abduct me to our home. I suppose you know where the others are staying?”
“Sure, but what about your hotel room?” I asked her.
“Auntie Nadja will bring my bag,” she said. “She’s also staying with the others. Dad and auntie Lydia seem to need some time alone, so they’re staying there tonight.”
“Well, who are we to deprive them of their alone time,” I replied with a chuckle and took her hand.
As we were walking across the paddock, people kept giving us the thumbs-up and some knowing smiles, so our little unplanned public show of affection on the podium balcony had not gone unnoticed. When we reached the two RVs on the far end of the paddock, the others weren’t back yet, so we went to take over our little home for tonight.
“Yeah, I’ve slept in that last night,” I confirmed when Jenny inquired about the double bed that had clearly been in use.
“Well, I need a shower first,” she announced and my excitement rose as she started to take off her racing overall.
“Want me to scrub your back?” I asked with a naughty look at her.
“You, my little teddy bear, will wait here,” she replied. “There will be no big reveal until we’re home. We’ve waited six years. Patience, my dear.”
Properly shot down, I sat on the bed, slightly miffed when she disappeared into the other RV, still in her flame-retardant underwear and carrying a bathrobe. Our small one didn’t have a shower.
Unfortunately I didn’t see her return, because the jet lag and the day’s events caught up with me and I fell asleep.
I woke up, because I was shaken.
“Jeez, you are just like dad. You sleep like dead when you’re jet lagged,” Jenny complained when I finally opened my eyes.
“Morning,” I mumbled, still only half awake.
“If you want to take a shower, you better get moving,” Jenny decreed, still amused by my half-sleeping helplessness. “We want to leave in about ninety minutes.”
“On my way,” I mumbled and hopped out of bed.
We had no shower in the smaller RV, but a toilet booth. Not only was I in dire need of emptying my bladder, that was also where the towels were stored.
Jenny was already gone by the time I had finished my morning business and left the clothes in the laundry basket. It was more like a laundry bin really, fastened to the wall. Everything in here was designed in a way to make it stay in place when the vehicle was moving. With my toothbrush, paste and two towels over my shoulder I made my way across our little cordoned off area.
I was met with wolf-whistles and laughter as soon as I climbed into the larger RV. “Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore,” I thought to myself when it dawned on me that I should have wrapped one of the towels around my waist, perhaps. This wasn’t our family home in Pasadena.
“Right on cue,” one of the ladies said. It was the Dutch one, Femke. I knew her from my visits in the Pasadena hospital earlier that year. “Last call for boarding the shower cell.”
“What, together?” I stammered when she started to take her clothes off.
“Don’t be a ninny,” Jenny said and giggled. “Auntie Femke doesn’t bite.”
I had known that coming to Europe would require some adjusting, but my new extended family seemed to be completely oblivious as to how much. And things certainly hadn’t started out the way I had expected. Instead of peeling Jenny out of what little she normally wore, I had ended up in the shower with a Dutch woman, who had more muscles in one leg than I had in my entire body.
Thankfully she had not tried anything funny. After all my better half was just outside that shower cell door.
The stereotype about Germans goes that they are ruthlessly efficient. I could see where that one had come from. Femke and I had not spent a lot of time in the shower, but by the time we came back out, the larger RV had mostly been tied down already. This time however, I remembered to wrap the towel around my waist when I crossed from one RV into the other. I had obviously no reason to be shy around this lot, but not all other teams had left the paddock yet.
We actually left just an hour after I had gotten up, so these ‘ruthlessly efficient’ Germans had beaten their own estimation by half an hour. Jenny and I were sitting on the passenger seat of the RV. Her mother Regina was driving. We could have sat in the back of the vehicle as all seats, including the couch, had the obligatory seat belts, but we didn’t want to feel like children sitting in the back while mommy drives in the front seat. For most of the time we just sat silently looking out the front window, cuddled together as much as the three-point harnesses allowed us to.
“So, how were your first twenty-four hours in Germany?” Regina asked after about an hour of silence in the vehicle.
“Hectic, obviously,” I admitted. “Not even a week ago I still sat at home, bored, thinking it was still over 140 days of wait, and suddenly I’m here and pretty much every bit of planning has been turned upside down.”