The Racer's Chronicles - Junior Formulae
Copyright© 2026 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 6: A Clap, Two, Three, Four
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6: A Clap, Two, Three, Four - 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
Calling the test a success was, if anything, an understatement. Once we had weaned Jenny off her habit of jumping the curbs, she had actually beaten me by nearly half a second and our lap times had been more than respectable. The two little cars had been previous year’s models and we would have locked out the front row in last year’s inaugural race at the Eurospeedway with the times we had done.
Currently we were riding on our bicycles on our way home after a long day.
“Not that I want to complain,” I told her. “But I don’t think we can fetch your little sister from Kindergarten with you riding your bike naked.”
Jenny giggled. “She’s staying with Doreen’s sister today. Dad and auntie Lydia have something planned that she’s way too young to witness. And besides, Nicole is her favorite Kindergarten teacher. She likes to stay with her once in a while.”
“That still doesn’t change the fact that some other guy might get a look at you,” I complained. “How are we going to get through town like that?”
“We are not going through the town,” she explained as we traversed a barren landscape which looked like a testing area for moon landings, but had seemingly more roads than downtown Houston.
“How come this place has so many unmarked roads, but not a soul in sight?” I asked.
“These are the old open-pit mines,” Jenny told me. “They filled up most of it, but it’s not scheduled for renaturation for another few years. The whole place is basically our private training ground. Dad and auntie Lydia even have a deal with the city council. The only other people allowed to come here are auntie Ilka and Mario. And some shuttle busses use this route when there is a race weekend.”
“So we have a private moonscape with more roads than Texas?”
“We don’t own it, obviously,” she explained. “But, yes, this whole area is closed off and we are allowed to use it. Those roads are good for practicing on roller-skis or for cycling training. Oh, and rallying of course.”
Oh dear, I knew that giggle.
“Let me guess, you’ve tried?” I asked.
“When I was twelve,” she admitted. “I completely wrecked the tires of auntie Nadja’s Paseo and dad fainted afterwards.”
“Holy shit. Is there anything on four wheels you haven’t raced yet?”
“Not much,” Jenny replied with a giggle and pointed ahead. “We have to go left there - to the forest.”
“Ah, so you have a secret route home,” I realized.
“It’s not exactly ‘secret’,” she explained. “It’s a normal forest path that lets us enter the estate through a rear entrance, but you can’t really get there without going through here, so there is nobody using it.”
We rode through the forest and finally arrived at a rather nondescript, but also heavily locked gate. I was just starting to wonder where she was going to take a key from, considering Jenny was stark naked, but apparently she didn’t need one because, opening a little hatch, she revealed a keypad. After typing in a rather lengthy sequence of numbers she had unlocked the gate and opened it. Well, at least security didn’t seem to be a problem here. Who else had a high-tech rear gate on his estate? No wonder Jenny felt safe enough to ride around on her bike naked.
“Am I hallucinating, or did I hear porn movie sounds in the woods?” I asked when Jenny and I arrived at our container bungalow.
Jenny giggled. “It sounded suspiciously like auntie Lydia getting the raw stuffing fucked out of her. I guess we now know what she and dad had planned for today.”
“Jeez, uncle Ian had told me you lot are a little different, but I suspect that was an understatement.”
“Get used to it,” she told me, still giggling, especially since I started to undress myself. Unlike Jenny I wasn’t quite comfortable enough to go starkers outside the, apparently well secured, boundaries of this vast estate.
She gave me an appreciative thumbs-up once I had divested myself of all clothing.
“I’m going over to the house. Coming with me?” Jenny asked.
“You go ahead,” I told her. “I need a few moments to myself, if you don’t mind. I’ll join you later.”
“Ah, your ‘contemplation time’,” she replied, knowing of my habit of needing the odd half hour a day for sorting through my thoughts. She kissed me and turned to go, demonstratively swaying her hips while walking away.
This called for my favorite drink - malt beer, of course the alcohol-free variant. It was funny. In a way Germany was much less restricted than the US, but while I was legally allowed to have sex with Jenny, I would have to wait another two years to have a ‘proper’ beer afterwards. But then, on the other hand, that was still five years before I would be allowed to do so in the US, and I wasn’t even sure I would want an alcoholic beverage in the first place.
Someone who definitely had a liking for ‘proper’ beer was walking in my direction. I had sat out here in front of our place for perhaps five minutes, when I was joined by Femke - the Dutch woman. She had a fresh beer with her.
“Any problems?” she asked with slight concern visible on her face. “Jenny came back alone. You two didn’t fight, did you?”
“Not at all, at least not with words,” I explained. “We did have a race on the track and she whooped my ass after some initial problems, but we don’t have any problems because of that. I stayed back here because sometimes I need a bit of quiet time to sort through my addled brain, especially on a day with so many new impressions like today.”
“Oh, damn, and I’m interrupting you,” she incriminated herself, ready to leave me alone.
“No, not at all,” I assured her. “In fact, perhaps you can help me.”
“Problems?” she asked.
“Not at all, unless you consider your first ever blowjob ‘a problem’,” I admitted and I immediately felt the familiar heat of a blush on my cheeks.
She chuckled. “Jenny had been curious about that for months,” she told me. “Was it good, and more importantly, did you return the favor?”
“Yes and yes,” I said, feeling that my blush intensified. “There’s one thing that concerns me though. I like to go naked myself, but isn’t it a bit extreme with Jenny? I’m worried she will one day end up seeing unwanted nudes of herself in some unsavory yellow press rag. She rode nearly all the way from the track to back here, completely naked.”
“You went through our training ground, didn’t you?” Femke asked me.
“Yep, as soon as we reached that moonscape of yours, she got off her bike, stripped down to nothing and stuffed what little she had worn to begin with into my backpack. Well, and then...”
Femke put up her hand to keep me from divulging any details, something I hadn’t planned to do anyway. She pointed at her bare breasts.
“As you can see, most of us are topless a lot, but Regina and Jenny like to be completely naked. I’m not a psychologist, but I don’t think there is reason to be alarmed. They simply feel more comfortable that way. Jenny in particular will never waste a chance to strip down to nothing, but if necessary, for instance when she and Mark are watching over Feli at night, she does wear a nightgown. So it’s not some kind of clothing phobia, if that’s what worries you.”
“Well, I’ll just count my blessing then that I will get to enjoy that view a lot,” I joked with some relief.
Femke giggled at that. “I’ll just leave you to your meditation then,” she said and stood to go.
“Actually, I think I’m done,” I said, and stood too. “And I’m hearing music from the house.”
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