I was sixteen when I lost my dad. It left me angry at the world and with a chip the size of Texas on my shoulder. He was my world, my best friend. He put me on my first bike when I was just knee-high to a grasshopper. He would take me around the yard as I sat on the gas tank doing wheelies until I would laugh and mom would yell. I couldn’t believe he was really gone.
I knew mom needed help, so I walked to Johnson’s Auto Salvage to apply for work. Mr. Johnson was an old friend of my dad’s and offered me the job on the spot.
“I’m sorry to hear about your dad, Adam. He was a good man. He was much too young to have a heart attack. How is your mom holding up?”
“She is a strong woman and being brave for us kids. I hear her cry at night, but she never complains. I am here so I can help her a little, Sir.”
“Come in tomorrow morning at six o’clock, and we’ll get the paperwork done so you can get started working here.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’ll be here.” I shook his hand before I walked out. As I was about to leave, I spotted a girl riding a dirt bike on a track behind Mr. Johnson’s building.
Stepping out his back door I watched as she was ripping wheelies and jumps. I stood and observed her for a few minutes.
After that first day, I watched for her every chance I got. She was out on that bike often. One day she came off the jump, tried to land a wheelie and wiped out. I was on my break and quickly ran to see if she was okay.
“What are you looking at? Did you come over here to tell me I shouldn’t be out here riding? Maybe I should be at the mall getting my nails done or some other girlie shit? To tell me dirt bikes are for guys?” She glared at me, while she tried to pick up her bike.
“Nope. I’ve watched you during my breaks. You’re not too bad. I wanted to make sure you were okay and not hurt.” I helped her pick up the bike as I smiled to myself recognizing her bitchiness as a defense mechanism. “My name is Adam.”
“I’m alright, but this damn bike, I just can’t tune the suspension right. It’s too soft. By the way, I’m Jocelyn.”
“Mind if I have a look?” I knelt down beside the bike and began to tinker.
That was the beginning of it all. Soon we were together all the time. I worked as many hours as I could. I gave mom half the money I made and saved the rest to fix up dad’s old bike. I brought it over to Mr. Johnson’s garage and went over it completely. I rebuilt the motor and carb as well as put in new bearings. There wasn’t a part of it I didn’t touch.
The day I finished, Jocelyn and I went out back to the track, strapped on our helmets and took off. Her 125cc was no match for my 250cc. I dropped it into fourth gear and flew. I was free again with dad beside me. It felt so good… so very right. I felt better than I had in a long time.
I started going to scrambles and endure events. I raced as often as I could. Jocelyn would come with me, and Mr. Johnson would tow our bikes until I was old enough to get my license. If I wasn’t working, Jocelyn and I were always together. She would help me in the pit, and eventually, I convinced her to start racing.
That summer we became each other’s, first lovers. After I got my license, Mom gave me my dad’s truck. I loaded up a blanket and a six-pack. I picked her up, and we drove out to the lake to watch the fireworks. We laid out the covering in the bed of the truck, talked and drank beer under the stars. After I started kissing her, my hands roamed over her beautiful body. We had made out before, always stopping before we got too far. I expected her to tell me to stop as I reached back to remove her bikini top, but she didn’t.
I looked into her face nervously, I wanted our first time to be memorable, and I was afraid I’d fuck it up. I began kissing her along her neck, nibbling her ear as I felt her breast in my hand. I continued to kiss down her body, when I reached her perfect breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth and began sucking.
We made love under the stars as the fireworks flared in the air. We loved as only new lovers can. It was sweet, quick and fumbling. It was a night I will never forget. I didn’t need someone to explain the next year with Jocelyn would be fantastic.
At eighteen, I got picked up by a sponsor. I struggled to convince Jocelyn to come with me, but she wanted to make it on her own. We attempted to make it work as I traveled to race after race and tried to get home as much as possible. At first, we would get together once a week, then once a month, until we hardly had any time at all for each other.
The last time I saw her is now a bittersweet memory. It was a long weekend. Once again I tried to convince her to come with me. I told her we could talk to the representative and get her a tryout. She was doing wonders at the local district races where she was at the top of the woman’s class.
It began with her kissing me softly, turning my mind off as only she could. She stripped my clothes off and pushed me down on the bed. Kneeling between my legs, Jocelyn began stroking me until I was stone hard. She took me into her sweet mouth and started sucking just the head of my cock. I moaned, leaned back and allowed her to have her way. She licked me up one side and down the other. She went around the top as if it was a dripping ice-cream cone. She knew exactly what I liked, she fondled my balls with one hand and stroked me with the other.
She stripped off her clothes and climbed up my body, positioning my hardness against her wet slit. With a knee on either side of my hips, she lowered her pussy around my cock. I was in my glory. She felt so good wrapped around me. When I was entirely inside her, she leaned forward with her tits pressed against my chest and kissed me hard.
Jocelyn moved her hips in a slow rhythm, around and up and down. Soon she grabbed my hands, pushed up and rocked back and forth. She pressed down pushing me deeper into her slick folds, squeezing me with her internal muscles as our pelvic bones ground together. Jocelyn rode me hard and fast as her orgasm built. We were both sweaty and moaning until we came together. She continued to move her hips as the aftershocks took over her body milking me before she fell forward onto my chest. I held her in our post orgasmic bliss until we fell asleep and my softening cock slipped out. My last thought was this was the woman I loved.
I woke up parched in the dark hotel room. I reached out to touch Jocelyn only to find an empty bed. As I sat up, I listened to the eerie silence of the room. I switched on the lamp to confirm what I already knew. She was gone. The clock read five-thirty in the morning. I pulled my shorts on and looked around, sure enough, her bag was gone, and the room was empty. I packed my bag, checked out and tried to call her.
Her cell phone went to voicemail. I left message after message and texts for two weeks without a reply. The only place I didn’t think about her was when I was on my bike. I slipped my helmet on and rode from sunup to sundown. I placed top three in the next five races, and that’s when the girls started throwing themselves at me. Every time I went to a new town, there was a new girl. I made sure they were the opposite of Jocelyn. None of the blonde haired, blued eyed girls would ever be as beautiful as she was. Some of the girls that made it to my trailer, but I never wanted to see them again.
oooOooo
I pistoned my cock deep into her. She wanted it hard and fast. She was just another nameless, faceless rut slut in a long line of them. Every town had them. They came to every event big or small. Of course, she would have preferred if I was Dungey or Tomac, but at the end of the day, as long as she got my name added to her list of conquests, she was happy.
I grabbed her hair, and slapped her ass, as I slammed into her sloppy pussy, she yelled, “Oh yes. Fuck me harder!”
I kept fucking her, pulling out and slamming back into her as her walls gripped my cock. I was going to blow my load soon. The crowd outside roared as the first riders passed the white flag.
Last lap, time to finish this up with what’s her name… Sara, Sally, Sophie? Fuck if I remembered.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me,” I moaned as I slapped her ass again, yanked her hips back, her pussy gripped my cock as my balls tightened.
