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Freeriding	By : DodgeSuperBee Category: +1 through F > Cars Views: 1717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tommy Joe sensed Doreen needed a little more time, so they rested on his porch watching fireflies and listening to the crickets out on the lawn.
“When this is over,” she said, breaking the silence, “ya’d better still punch me on the fender and say, ‘Hey buddy!’ like ya always do when we run into each other.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that,” laughed Tommy Joe, popping her lightly. “Ya’ll know, it’s funny but we’ve been friends a long time, and yet ya’ll were one of the few cars I never had when I was younger, an’ I always wondered what it’d be like, ya and me.” He wheeled inside. “I’ll be in my room whenever yer ready.” Doreen lingered a few moments longer, then followed him.
Making her way through his hallway, she slowly entered the darkened room, smelling incense. To her surprise, there were plush cushions on the floor and mirrors, of all things, on every wall. This was nothing like she was used to back at the junkyard. Lovemaking with Mater was sweet, often short, and usually involved him grinding against her as she lay on the ground beneath him. She already knew this was going to be different.
She tried to keep her engine still as Tommy Joe approached her. His lips brushed against hers softly, beckoning her mouth to open. In surprise, she put herself in reverse.
"What...what are you doing? We're not supposed to kiss!" she stammered. He rolled up to where she'd stopped and gently continued.
"Ssh, don't worry about it. If Mater gave us permission to do...you know...then he isn't going to mind if we do what leads up to it." As a shy smile played across her face and she voiced an apology for overreacting, he added, "Besides, we can't just start that far into it. We have to prepare somehow." Starting, and ending, with the bare minimum still sounded just fine to Doreen. As the racecar deepened their kiss, she realized with concern that she was responding despite her efforts not to. Her engine felt several degrees warmer and she allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue.
"I've already agreed to this; you don't have to seduce me," she argued weakly.
Pretend you're doing all this with Mater, Doreen told herself as she felt Tommy Joe nudging her onto one of the cushions scattered around the floor. Sinking into the velvety texture, she tried not to tense up as he stroked along her side and then under her frame, nudging her up a little higher. My husband's cousin and best friend...this is so wrong, she thought, even as pleasure radiated from his touch.
"Relax," the racecar's voice came as a command, soft-spoken but an order nonetheless. "You've got to let me do this for us." The pickup opened her mouth to tell him there was no "us," then realized that very soon there would be as her wheels returned to the ground and she felt herself being pushed down into the cushion. Having established himself as the dominant one, Tommy Joe moved forward until he had mounted her, with a wheel on either side of her cab. It had been a while since he'd seduced a female, and he usually had his partner breathlessly pleading for more by this point.
This isn't the way Mater and I-- Doreen thought, but then he moved forward. “Oh hell, I want this," she said in resignation, and he took her. As he gripped her with his tires and moved against her, she felt her body reacting strongly, and almost immediately. Oh no… she inwardly panicked. This ain't supposed to feel so good; I'm only doing this so we can have a family. Tommy Joe's technique spoke to his long history of pleasing his many partners, whereas all her prior experience had been with Mater, who had likewise never been with another. Doreen didn't want to admit it, but Tommy Joe was bringing out a more intense response from her. She tried to fight down the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm her. Mater hadn't even brought her to this point yet; she couldn't possibly...
Unable to hold back, she cried out when the moment came, voicing a name that was not her husband's. Utterly shamed, she sank onto the cushion, eyes shut, as the racecar continued to move against her. Apparently he had some degree of control over his release, and she was soon gripping the cushion beneath her as he brought back her to the point where she'd been moments before. For the first time, she gazed into one of the many large mirrors on the wall before her, and her eyes caught his, locking in place. Without warning, Tommy Joe seized her even tighter as he stopped moving and she was caught in a second and involuntary wave of pleasure.
Feeling like she'd betrayed her husband, Doreen allowed Tommy Joe to roll off her and come around to kiss her.
"Damn. Ya'll ain't no Jaguar, but yer Mater's a lucky guy," he said, nuzzling her. Doreen felt him probing for another deep kiss and she admitted him, noticeably less reluctant than before.
"I hope that did the trick," she said, "um...thanks." He chuckled at her gratitude.
"If not," he said slowly, letting his tongue linger on her front bumper, "we'll try this again until we get it right."
"I dunno,” she said, looking around for a shower. Moments later, she leaned wearily against the wall of the enclosure as water streamed over her. Well, I made it through that. Doreen tried to imagine what Mater might be thinking right then. She shut off the tap and dried herself with a towel. Before she left, she looked around for Tommy Joe and found him in his living room, paging through a magazine as though nothing had happened.
"I've gotta ask ya fer a favor," she spoke up, standing in the doorway.
"I think I just did ya a favor," chortled the racecar, making her grow hot under the hood.
"Maybe one more. When I, uh, called out yer name, uh...can ya just forget that ever happened? It didn't mean nothin'. Mater'd die if he knew I said yer name, and I wasn't yellin' it out of love or anythin'." Tommy Joe put down the magazine and approached her. "Ya've probably had hundreds of gals and lotsa practice but everythin' I've done has been with him, and it's always good with him but...really different from what ya just done. Ya kept it quick and without all the cuddly stuff an' that's the way I wanted it, so I dunno why I reacted like I did." She felt a flush that extended from her hood to her fenders, and he put a tire against her own.
"Don't feel bad, Doreen. Yer right, there ain't no love involved and I'm helpin' ya'll git what ya want. If I made ya feel stuff ya haven't before, ya shouldn't beat yerself up over it. Just enjoy it." He landed a quick kiss on her bumper and she involuntarily rolled back.
"Maybe I did git somethin' I wanted out of it too," he said cautiously, "I just went at least twenty minutes without thinkin’ of Chrissi.” Doreen's eyes widened and he grew closer. "Let’s just say I’m glad to do this fer ya’ll.” He was soon groping at her, unable to help himself in the midst of his loneliness. "Come back tomorrow night. If ya'll are thinkin' this is the best time to git knocked up, then we oughtta try more than once."
"Tommy...just...don't," she breathed, pulling away from his caress. “I kin’t handle that again. I mean, I’m grateful an’ all, but it didn’t feel right and I only got through it by tellin’ myself ya was Mater doin’ all that to me. If it was meant to be, it already happened tonight an’ we made some babies together. I’ll, uh…let ya know when I try testin’ in a few weeks, ‘kay?” Shaking on her tires, she left, trying to think about anything but what just happened.
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“Hey,” said Mater softly as Doreen nudged him awake by the fire. None of the others who were still there had any idea why she had left with Tommy Joe. He paused, trying to read her expression.
“Ya look…ashamed,” he said, and then his mind grasped the reason for her unease. “I’m guessin’ he made ya feel really good.” She nodded guiltily, unable to speak.
“Really, really good,” he emphasized, then hugged her tightly. “He did treat ya right though?” Doreen snuggled against him, relief washing over her as she realized he bore no ill will against her. “Don’ worry,” her lover soothed, “whatever happened there stays there an’ I have a good feelin’ we’re gonna have ourselves some kids soon.”
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