Page 3 of Tandem

Following the lines of the livery, the blonde bombshell I had been fucking this week leaned against the hood of my car. My dick started to get hard and twitched at the sight of her. Her hair was long and trailing down her back, curling into the dips and curves of her tits. She saw me and bit her lip, fluttering her eyelashes at me while popping her hips sexually. Next week I’d move on to a new girl, but for now, I was ready to get out of here and sink deep into her tight pussy.

“Get in,” I told her as I walked up to her and smacked her plump ass. She turned and giggled, shaking it as she walked to the driver’s side, and I followed her. I opened my door and slid into the fabric seat. She walked over to the open driver’s door and I tugged her onto my lap, weaving my fingers into her hair. I pulled her in to kiss and suck her neck. Her moans drove me to do more, and my dick responded in turn by twitching. Turning my car on, I flicked the radio to a West Coast classic hip-hop station that had 50 Cent’s “Disco Inferno” playing. I chuckled to myself, thinking about how this slut was going to be shaking her ass for me soon, just like the lyrics in the song. “Fitting.”

I pulled out onto the road, keeping my speed chill as I spotted a cop just watching with his lights off across the road. I frowned as thoughts about the location went through my mind. This warehouse would soon be too hot to do a fight night in. The cops were already starting to hear whispers, and there was no way I was going to go down because of some stupid nark. “Gotta find someplace on the other side of town, maybe a parking garage.”

The blonde turned to face me. “What, baby?” she cooed at me, batting her inch-long fake lashes and pouting her lips, which had way too dark a color on them.

“Nothing, baby. Why don’t you show me just what those lips can do as I drive, hmmm?” I took one hand off the wheel while cruising to the tattered, run-down motel I lived at these days. I shifted in my seat, grabbing my joggers. I tugged them down until I had enough room to pull my already hard dick out. I gripped it tight and pumped my hand up and down, giving her an expectant look as I raised my eyebrow.

She smacked her lips together sexily while quickly unbuckling her seat belt to lean over. Her long hot-pink-nailed fingertips wrapped around my dick as I let go of it with my own hand. She twisted her hand as she started stroking my dick up and down. I felt her soft lips wrap around my tip as her tongue flicked back and forth, teasing me.

I place my hand on the back of her head, gripping her blonde hair roughly and pushing downward, forcing her to take more of my dick into her mouth. She moaned as she picked a rhythm to suck with. Her cheeks hollowed as I gave a few light thrusts into her throat. “Fuck…” I moaned out. The feeling of her taking most of my cock while we drove was a thrill, and catching the eyes of the driver of the car next to me on occasion made me smirk.

As I pulled into the parking spot for room 10 at the motel twenty minutes later, I could feel my balls tighten and draw up against my body. I twisted in my seat more, which gave her a better angle to take all of my thick long dick. "Almost done, baby, you can take it," I growled out, my eyes half closed as I gripped her hair with both hands and pushed her all the way down to my balls. I groaned as my body responded to the rhythm of each thrust. The tension that her throat provided as it tightened the faster I thrust, pulling me over the edge. I groaned as I shot my warm cum down the back of her throat, pulling to my tip. I waited until she swallowed it all, and I felt her tongue flicking against me, cleaning my dick’s tip before pulling out. I tucked my dick back into my joggers, the fabric cool against my hot skin.I gently patted the side of her face as I chuckled. “Why don’t you slide on out, baby?” I pushed open my door so she could crawl over me and get out.

She bit her lip and smiled at me. Taking her time, she rubbed one leg after the other over my body, pausing to rest her pouty lips against mine for a moment. I rubbed the curve of her ass as she moaned into my mouth. Tracy was what we called an easy slut. All she wanted was some weed to get lost in a good high or some crisp bills to maintain her fake nails. And because of that, every time my number vibrated across her phone she was all too willing to come over anytime I wanted her to.

I enjoyed watching her ass swing from side to side as she walked ahead of me up to my room. I already knew I was going to enjoy those sexy long legs wrapped around me as I drove my dick into her tight, wet pussy over and over tonight.

As I pulled my dick out of her three hours later, I ripped the condom off and threw it in the garbage along with the other two I used earlier. I walked over to my joggers that were lying in a disheveled pile on the ground and pulled out five hundred from the wad of cash I had won earlier tonight. I reached down and slapped the bills on her sweaty body between her tits. “Time for you to get going, Trace. I’ll catch you later.”

I laid back down on the bed as she got up. Picking her tight minidress off the ground, she slipped it on before looking around and spotting her pair of neon green panties on the edge of the bed. “Really, AJ?” She sighed, exasperated, as she held up her ripped-in-half panties.

I shrugged with a smirk. “Next time, don’t wear any if you want to keep them nice.” She rolled her eyes. I laughed as she tossed them in the trash before fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror and walking out the door.

I reached into the nightstand beside the bed and felt around. My fingers touched the plastic baggie, and I felt two blunts.Wrapping my fingers around one of them, I pulled it out and brought it to my lips. I put my lighter to it, and as it sparked up, I sucked in a slow long breath, my mind relaxing from taking the first hit. I made a note to myself to hit up the neighborhood plug, Billy Crystal, soon and get a couple more before long. I savored the taste of the last drag of the joint before rolling onto my back. My mind went back to the night. Remembering the thrill of the fights and the way the cheering crowd made my blood pound put me in an even better mood as I closed my eyes and passed out.

CHAPTER 3

ROSALIE

The last twoweeks of school had flown by, and graduation went by with a blur. Tossing my hat in the air with Jayden and our four best friends was one of the most exhilarating feelings I ever had at this place.

Looking around our circle, I had a moment where it was a little bittersweet. Not having school meant we wouldn’t see each other five days a week anymore. I looked at each of them in turn. First was my brother; I knew that once school was out, he would be home less and less. He had said that a job was lined up for him, but it was going to be longer hours. Then next was Tyler. His dad had been close with my mom since he met her, so Tyler was naturally like a cousin to me since we had seen each other at most family events. Hank was our country friend. He lived on the outskirts of the city but drove almost an hour every day to attend school with us. Hank’s dad was one of my dad’s best friends, so Hank had grown up like a second brother to me. The newest two to our friend circle had come into our lives the past couple of years. Freddie and Stevie. Freddie was a local kid who was way into cars like the rest of us, and Stevie was a foreign exchange student from the UK who had gotten a scholarship tofinish his last two years at our school. School would have been hell without each and every one of them.

“Let’s make a promise right now. We won’t go longer than two weeks without all getting together. Like, we can make Sunday cruises or drifting a thing, right?” I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes and started to blink fast to hold them back.

My friends all looked at each other. They exchanged smiles and then turned back at me. Hank cleared his throat and spoke in the most city-meets-southern accent. “Wouldn’t miss it.” To my surprise, even my brother nodded.

That all happened a few days ago, and now here I was, in this amazing shop full of activity. The smell of oil, new leather, and paint mixed like a magical spell. Working at Dad’s custom car shop had so many perks! There was always something new to do and learn working with Dad. Whether it was helping him move parts around on a car, working on keeping them organized on the floor, or learning how to paint. My main focus this summer was learning more about painting cars and the more I engrossed myself in the world of car paints, the more I fell in love with it! According to Dad, I wasn’t half bad at it either. I hadn’t made the same mistake twice, and the last couple of cars I sprayed didn’t need any major corrections.

It had only been a few weeks into the summer, and I’d already seen some of the craziest builds on cars I’d ever seen. Dad had a wait list a mile long for working on new projects for customers and sometimes for himself, much to Mom’s dismay. She always wanted to have him in some new car with more safety features or anything else she said it had to have, like an 8-point harness seat and a full roll cage. But Dad was building old-school muscle and sports cars into speed demons. When I asked Dad why Mom was always on his case about his cars, he said that one of the accidents he had during his early twenties was pretty bad and that ever since, Mom just wanted him to be a bit morecareful. I guess it was cute, but no guy would ever tell me what I could and couldn’t do. Nope! I’m a Wells, after all. At the end of the day, we do whatever we need to, to follow our dreams and live life to the fullest!

There had also been some pretty interesting people coming in with the vehicles we worked on. Some guys wore matching colors, like purple shoes or green shirts, and others wore super fancy suits. This one guy had this white-and-red striped suit and had to be rich, because he pulled up in a Rolls Royce Ghost. But something seemed a little off about his car. But Dad was really tense when he saw the guy pull in, telling me to stay upstairs while he was there. I told him I wouldn’t embarrass him if he let me stay, but nope. So I went upstairs and just watched from the couch because now I was curious to know who he was.

As I stared down, the guy looked up and winked at me. It was kinda unsettling for some reason. Maybe it was because his eyes looked bloodshot and red. I quickly turned my attention to my phone after that until he left. When I walked down the stairs, I asked Dad about the car, and he told me that the man liked the Rolls Royce Ghost but loved the look of the Rolls Royce Dawn; he thought Dad should be able to incorporate the elements from both into one vehicle. So, Dad made it happen like always with customers’ crazy requests by changing how the doors opened. Dad was always like that, never knocking someone’s ideas no matter how out-there they were. At Kayden’s Customs, his slogan was ‘if you can dream it, we can build it!’ And sure it might be corny, but I hadn’t seen him turn away a client yet.

Through the weeks here, some of the guys from my school were into the drift scene, and a couple muscleheads, friends of Hanks, were inspecting the detailing on a sleek black Mustang Dad had been working on earlier today. Dad’s original Flywheels crew had also been here a few times, discussing their next event. I loved every single second of being here.

The shop was usually busy all day, but tonight, after the groups left, it was kind of dead. Dad had gone to personally deliver a car to a client, leaving me in charge of the cleanup and locking up the shop tonight.

I had swept and mopped the shop floors an hour ago and tidied up the lounge area, restocking the snacks. I glanced up at the clock. There were still another couple of hours before we closed, but unless we had any drop-offs or walk-ins, it was going to be super slow.

As I roamed around the shop, my fingers traced over the glossy pages of the car paint catalog for the hundredth time. Thinking about how it would be to see some of these colors mixed together for a custom style when I heard a car roll into the shop.

I looked up, and to my surprise, one of my friends hopped out of the car. Stevie Aldrich had rich taste, but his new Ferrari 812 Superfast was as bland as ever, the color of straight-off-the-showroom-floor stock white. I walked over to him. Stevie, at first glance, was kinda nerdy-looking. He wore these square glasses and slacks all of the time. But if you ever saw him getting out of the local swimming place or a pool, you would have your breath taken away by his wet, platinum-blond hair and hazel eyes that almost looked gold when the sun hit them. I used to have the biggest crush on him. He had even been my first kiss, but then we realized we weren’t really attracted to each other like that and decided to be good friends instead.

“Hey, Stevie, do you need a paint job for your boring-looking supercar?” I teased as I gave him a hug.