A/N: First I just wanted to point out that I wrote a side story: "The Things Only You Know: The Origin of Man-Hands" to anyone who may have missed it. Then I would like to give myself a pat on the back for not taking too long to update again, and with a fairly long chapter too. Some porn is ahead, but far more porn to follow in the next chapter. Sorry for any and all mistakes, I was trying to get this posted as quick as possible since I took such a long hiatus on this story.
As always, please R&R! I love hearing your opinions and predictions :).
The second we stepped out of my car and I gazed around at the atmosphere of the competition, I was already fighting back tears. It should've been the day that started my career in motocross and instead I was only there as a spectator. As amazing and thoughtful as it was for Rachel to make the DVD for me, it was akin to a snowball's chance in hell of actually getting viewed by a scout. Sure I may be able to woo him into taking it with him, but the chances of it actually getting into his DVD player were pretty astronomical. It would probably be forgotten the moment I walked away. If I was here competing, I would've blown him away.
"You okay," Rachel asked softly, slipping her hand in mine as we began to walk towards the bleachers, "You look so sad."
"I just really wish things were different," I said, stopping at the railing, barricading the public from the course, to stare out at the mountains of dirt and imagine myself tearing over them on my bike.
"We can have sex after," she suggested and the remark easily drew my focus from the course to her.
"Huh," was all I could respond, momentarily stunned by her bluntness.
"After the competition we'll have dinner with my dads then you could drive me back to your place and we could spend the rest of the evening, and perhaps part of the night, copulating," she smiled, saying the words as if she was talking about going for pizza, but the slight hints of a smile she was trying to mask were giving her away, "I mean we can't do it all night because we have school tomorrow and I do need my beauty sleep, but I figure we could probably get anywhere from eight to ten orgasms in. Maybe even more depending on the number of breaks you need to take. Maybe we can even fulfill some of those dark fantasies you have."
"Dark fantasies," I repeated, whispering the words and glancing around the crowded area to make sure no one was eavesdropping on our conversation, "What makes you think they're dark?"
Rachel shrugged with a knowing smile, slipping between me and the rail and tugging on the bottom of my t-shirt, "Because every time I so much as inquire about the kinds of things you enjoy sexually in the bedroom, or about things you've always wanted to try but haven't had the right partner to do it with, you avoid the topic. This leads me to believe that the desires you harbour are likely not of the common variety. So what is it? Is it furries? Would you like me to refer to you as Daddy?"
"What," I swallowed thickly, my tongue suddenly feeling like sandpaper in my mouth, "No, no. Nothing like that."
"So then why won't you tell me anything," she asked frowning, "You don't trust me enough to confide in me?"
"I do," I sighed, chancing another glance around at the crowd who wasn't paying us much attention at all, "I just feel like you're new to all this sex stuff and I don't want to scare you away or make you think that I expect you to do any of the things I fantasize about."
"You won't scare me away," Rachel insisted, her fists tightening in my t-shirt, "There's nothing at all that you could ever say that would scare me away. Just tell me one fantasy, just one and then I'll stop bugging you."
I sighed, chewing on my lip as I stared back at her, deciding which fantasy to admit to.
"Okay," I said finally, causing Rachel to immediately bounce up and down on her toes with a smile bright enough to light Broadway, "You know, I have already told you that I have a thing for your football uniform, so it's not like I haven't told you anything at all."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "All you said was that the uniform was a turn on and I haven't forgotten about it. Now that we've entered into maturity and are free to explore our sexuality, the right moment for dusting off my football uniform for the purpose of sexually stimulating you could arrive at any time. However, since it was the first inkling you've ever made to any sort of desire you conceal, I really want to save it for a special occasion and when you least expect it. For now, I don't just want a vague mention of an outfit you think looks good on me. I want a scenario and details. Explicit details."
"Right now," I asked, lowering my voice and eyeing a young boy as he passed a little too close to us, "Is this really the place to be discussing this?"
"Yes, right now," Rachel replied firmly, "I'm not letting you avoid it any longer."
She was staring at me with such seriousness, like a married couple discussing their financial difficulties, and I couldn't help the chuckle that broke through me.
"I demand to know what you find so funny, Brittany Pierce," Rachel demanded, folding her arms across her chest as her eyebrows knitted together.
"You," I said shaking my head, "I can't figure you out. One minute you're blushing and stuttering at the mention of sex and the next you're talking about it as if you do it as often as you brush your teeth. So which one is the real you and which one is the act?"
Rachel's arms dropped limply to her sides, her mouth twitched, and she turned towards the course, staring off somewhere into the distance. Her fingers delicately curled around the railing and the corner of her mouth twitched again, but she stayed silent.
I covered my hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze, "What's going on, Rach?"
She shrugged as her eyes fell to the railing and her lips curved into an embarrassed smile, "I thought it would turn you on if I was a little more assertive when it came to sex. Your past relationships all seemed to revolve entirely around sex and I just wanted to try to keep up."
"What," I questioned, I thought we had been over this numerous times already and the fact that Rachel needed constant reassurance about it was getting tiresome. Of course that didn't mean I wasn't going to keep reminding her how much I loved her and just wanted her to be herself every time it came up, "Rachel, for the millionth time, I just want you to be you. Didn't you just accuse me of not being comfortable enough to confide in you and now you're pretending that you're someone you're not."
"I just want to make sure that you stay interested in me now that we've had sex," Rachel said, staring down at our linked hands on the railing.
"How can I make you believe that our relationship isn't just about the sex," I asked, moving behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist as I rested my chin on her shoulder, "I'm pretty sure I told you all about my deep dark fantasy about you this morning. The fantasy that I can't ever get out of my mind and has even taken over all my dreams."
"I don't remember you-," Rachel started, her arms covering mine encircling her.
"Our future," I interrupted, "The one about us being together for the rest of our lives. That's my fantasy. And yeah, I have sexual fantasies about you and us, but you're acting like that's the only thing I care about. If you decide that you never want to have sex again, although it would suck like a lot, I wouldn't break up with you. If you want to wait awhile before we have sex again, I'm okay with that Rach. I just like being with you."
She inhaled a deep breath and sighed heavily, nodding as she said, "I'm sorry. You must be getting really sick of having to tell me that. I've just never loved someone so much before and all I want to do is make you happy."
"I know," I whispered, nuzzling her cheek with mine, "You make me happy by being yourself and you have to remember that it's when you let your insecurities get the best of you that causes your downfall. As long as you continue to stay true to yourself, you have nothing to worry about."
She turned around in my arms, her fingers playing with the fabric of my t-shirt as she smiled softly, "Don't think that I didn't notice you avoiding the question once again, Brittany Pierce. I still want to hear at least one sexual fantasy that you have."
"Okay," I said, lowering my voice again as I spoke, "I fantasize about you wearing my Cheerios uniform and performing a little dance for me while I watch."
"That's it," Rachel said with a disappointed tone, her bottom lip pouting comically as her fingers picked at the fabric of my shirt, "All you want me to do is dance for you and you couldn't tell me this before? I said explicit details and you gave me a Disney rating."
"You want the full scene," I sighed, which wouldn't have had as much trouble telling her all about if ten-year-old boys weren't constantly walking by us, "I really don't think this is the place-"
"No one is paying attention to us," Rachel protested, looking around, "They're too busy being interested in the competition starting and buying their snacks that they could care less what two teenage girls are gossiping about."
I chewed nervously on my lip for a moment, giving her a long stare, before finally giving in and divulging the scene that my mind had been drifting back to lately, "I'm sitting down, maybe in a chair or on the edge of a bed and you come into the room wearing the Cheerios uniform, hair tied back in a tight ponytail with every detail down to the white tennis shoes."
She tilts her head and smiles, her fingers stilling on my t-shirt as she listens to my story.
"You dance to the music playing," I continue, dragging my knuckles gently up and down her sides, "swinging your hips to the beat and teasing me with your moves, but you don't touch me. For a long time you just dance while I watch, moving your hands slowly all over your body, in your hair, your neck, your breasts and stomach, hips, and... everywhere."
My eyes drifted over her neck, staring at the discoloured marks that I put there and feeling a pang of arousal shoot through my body at the realization that I owned her. Not own in the sense of dictating her actions or taking away her freewill, I would never want to control her, one of my favourite things about Rachel was that she was her own person, but owning her in the way that she was mine and I was hers. The marks that I had left were like proof that she belonged to me, just like the ones on my neck were the evidence that I belonged to her.
"Then what," she pushed, softly, urging me to continue my story.
I tore my eyes from her neck, recalling where I had left off in my fantasy, as my hands moved around her to join at the small of her back, "You finally close the distance between us, straddling my lap while still moving and grinding your hips to the beat on top of me. I try to touch you, unable to resist the need to feel your skin beneath my fingertips, but you push my hands away and tell me that I'm not allowed. You're in charge. You torment me, touching me everywhere, pulling at my hair, massaging my neck, and stroking up and down the top of my chest and shoulders, but refuse to let your hands go to the places where I really want you to touch me. You tease me even more by leaning in close and making me believe that you're going to kiss me, but then you back away again before we do.
"It seems to last forever, until I'm shaking with anticipation and begging you to touch me in all those places and I'm so turned on that I'm sure I'm going to cum from just the grinding alone. Then you smile, this almost evil smile, and slide off my lap, standing back up and making me think that you're just going to leave me there, aching. But instead, you reach underneath your skirt and pull down your spanks and panties, closing your eyes and dropping your head back as you touch yourself with your fingers sliding through your wet pussy. Your hips keep swaying to the music and I just want to reach out and touch you, but I know I'm not allowed, so I just watch, mesmerized and hungry.
"Then you drop down to your knees in front of me, your eyes opening to look up at me with this sexy look as your fingers work the button on my jeans and slowly drag down my fly. Your eyes never leave mine as you yank my pants and panties off my legs and push my legs open with a hand on both of my knees. Your eyes finally leave mine to stare at how wet you've made me, but before you touch me, your fingers slide back between your legs, gathering your wetness before smearing it between my folds and painting my clit with it. You bite the inside of my thigh before moving your lips to my pussy and licking up all of our combined juices before closing your lips on my clit and sucking.
"You're driving me crazy with your mouth as your hands hold my hips and I can feel your wet fingers along my hipbone which is somehow making it even sexier. It doesn't take long before I'm on the verge of cumming, all the teasing you did turned me on so much that I'm almost there and your mouth is so hot and talented that you barely have to make any effort. But just when I'm about to cum, you stop and stand back up.
"I beg you to keep going, but you just giggle then go back to straddling my lap. You sit far back, on my knees instead of my thighs, lifting your Cheerios skirt and spreading your legs as wide as you can. Not only can I see how wet you are, but I can feel it all over my legs and you finally let me touch you. You take my hand, obviously my good one, and slip it under your skirt, keeping your fingers over mine and guiding me over you, circling and pinching your clit until you push two of my fingers inside you. You grind down on my fingers, rolling your hips and fucking yourself on them until you've worked yourself to that edge you left me hanging on. Then you push me down so that I'm laying on the bed, shifting higher up my body until you're straddling my abs with my fingers still inside you, and you reach behind and push your fingers inside me. A few seconds later and were both cumming together."
Rachel's eyes were wide, mouth hung open and she made a tiny squeak as I finished my story. I had gotten lost in the fantasy, completely forgetting where I was or anything about my surroundings, and I blinked myself back to the real world, nervously glancing around as I whispered, "Is that what you wanted?"
She made another little squeaking noise then clamped her mouth shut as her eyes darted around while she said so quickly it took me a second to understand her words, "How long until the competition starts?"
I unlocked my hands at her back and glanced down at my watch, "They should be making the opening introductions in about ten minutes."
Without warning, and less than a second after I had spoken, she was grasping my wrist tightly and dragging me back towards the parking lot, as I stumbled behind her.
"We can miss that," Rachel announced, her voice sounding shrill and her pace had turned into a mixture of a jog and power walk.
"Where are we going," I asked helplessly as she continued to drag me down the rows of cars and all I could do was mindlessly attempt to follow. She may have been small, but she sure could move when she wanted to, and her grip on my wrist was so strong I wasn't entirely certain I could break it if I tried.
"Unlock the doors," Rachel demanded as we neared my car, her voice still far higher than normal, and I urgently fumbled around in my pocket for the keys, trying to press the button on the remote locks as quickly as I could.
"What's going on," I tried again, but Rachel had already yanked open the backseat door and was shoving me down onto my back on the seat. Less than a second later, the door was shut and she was on top of me, her lips crashing down hard onto mine, teeth clashing and biting ruthless as her hips erratically ground down against mine. It didn't last as she grabbed my hand and, without any hesitation or romance of any kind, she shoved it underneath her skirt, pressing it hard against her centre while rocking against it.
"Shit," I mumbled against her bruising lips as my hand came into contact with her soaked panties and she broke the kiss completely to moan.
"I need you right now," she pleaded and her eyes were so full of arousal that she was on the verge of tears, "Please. I-I just need it now."
"Okay," I nodded dumbly, in shock and not knowing what else to do but comply. I quickly pulled her ruined panties to the side before dipping my fingers between her folds and finding her clit, sliding my fingers up and down over it, while her hands pressed heavily into my shoulders. There was no need to dip down to her entrance and gather wetness, she was already dripping down her thighs and her clit was so wet I was having trouble keeping my fingers from slipping off it. Her hips bucked against my hand as she buried her face in the nap of my neck, panting and whimpering and crying as she quickly neared orgasm. Her hands were everywhere at once, pulling hard at my t-shirt, squeezing my arms and digging her nails painfully into anywhere she could as if there was no place for them to comfortably settle. I couldn't imagine anything as sexy as Rachel was then, so turned on that she didn't even know what to do with herself.
"Inside," she moaned frantically against my neck, her nails creating deep scratches down my chest, "I need you inside."
"I thought you were too sore," I reasoned breathlessly, trying to keep up with her needs, but not wanting to hurt her.
"Just do it," she growled and the sound of her voice was so foreign and commanding that I certainly didn't need to be told again.
With a final pinch to her clit, I slid my fingers lower, trying to be as gentle as I could, but her hips were still moving so erratically that it made it impossible. Finally I gave up and plunged two fingers inside her and her teeth sunk down into my neck as she screamed against me.
I didn't have a chance to ask her if she was alright, before she pushed herself up, letting one foot drop to the floor of the car while she lifted the other so it was resting on the seat, finding space between my hip and the back of the seat, and holding her knee to her breast. She lifted her skirt, looking down at where my fingers were inside her and we both let out simultaneous moans. The sight of her stretching tightly around my soaked fingers and her clit so swollen it was hanging out from between her folds, was intoxicating. I couldn't tear my eyes away as she used her toes as leverage to raise and lower herself on my fingers, one hand still holding up her skirt while the other fisted my t-shirt on top of my stomach.
I pressed my thumb to her clit, curled my fingers inside her and a second later she was screaming my name as her walls began to spasm around my fingers. Her small body shook as she continued to ride out the waves, slowly rocking on my fingers before she finally collapsed down on top of me, laying her head on my chest.
The car was silent for a long time, the only sounds coming from the announcer introducing the riders in the competition and the combined sound of our heavy panting. After a few minutes had passed and neither of us had moved or spoken, I finally broke the silence, "I guess in the future I should probably only talk about my fantasies in a more private place."
"Mmmm," Rachel hummed, quiet for another couple minutes before she found her voice again, "I dunno, I kinda liked this."
"Sure looked like it," I teased, about to brush my fingers through her hair until I realized they were still covered with her and decided against it.
"I don't even know what came over me," Rachel mumbled, as if she was too tired to even move her lips, "I've never been that turned on in my entire life. I felt like I was going to die if we didn't have sex right then."
"I guess that's twice now that I've saved your life," I chuckled and she found enough energy to lift her head and rest her chin on my chest as she smiled lazily at me.
"Thanks," she said and I felt her hand moving between us and sliding down my stomach, "And what about you?"
I caught her hand as it was about to slide into my jeans and gave her a smile, "I can wait until later. I mean I have to save up my energy if we're going to be spending all night having sex right?"
"You really want to get back to the competition don't you," she said, but there was no disappointment in her tone, only understanding.
"Yeah," I admitted, leaning down and kissing her sweaty forehead, "I need to see how bad my team sucks without me."
"Okay," she agreed, slowly pushing herself up and fixing her panties, "But just so you know, I definitely plan on rewarding you all night. Perhaps while wearing a certain red, white and black uniform."
I swallowed, watching her scoot out from the backseat of the car and imagining her in my Cheerios uniform.
It was going to be a very good night.
By the final event of the competition, I still hadn't been able to spot the scout. Unfortunately he wasn't wearing his 'I'm a scout' t-shirt today.
"Is that him," Rachel asked, pointing to a guy in the bleachers who looked to be somewhere in his late twenties.
"I don't know," I groaned in frustration, "I have no idea what he looks like."
"Oh," Rachel said, taking my hand in hers and giving it a sympathetic squeeze before her eyes drifted back into the crowd, "Is that him?"
"Rachel," I snapped, not meaning to take out my anger on her, but my mood was already starting to sour without her pestering.
"Sorry," Rachel said softly, slumping down into the seat.
"No," I sighed, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her against me, "I know you're just trying to help."
"So you did make it after all," Jay said, appearing on the stairs beside our seats, "I wasn't sure if you'd come out or not after what happened."
"Still gotta support my team, even if I can't compete," I said, trying not to let all the disappointment I was feeling in my voice.
"We cut Derrick from the team," Jay said with a nod, "He should've been banned a long time ago for not listening to his leader and I'm really sorry it took a hospital trip for me to realize it."
"It was a freak accident," I assured him, "You couldn't have known he would cause that much trouble."
"Hey Rachel," Jay nodded towards her with a smile, causing her to brighten immediately and look almost shocked at the acknowledgement of her presence.
"Hi," Rachel replied shyly, her hand sliding over to rest on my knee as she leaned even further against my side.
"What's that look for," Jay asked suspiciously at her reaction.
"Nothing," Rachel said, shaking her head and blushing slightly as she smiled, "I just didn't know you knew my name."
"Course," Jay scoffed, giving me a light punch on the shoulder, "You're Britt's groupie."
"Actually it's girlfriend now," Rachel beamed, proudly.
"My mistake," Jay chuckled, giving her a wink.
"Have you caught sight of any scouts," I asked, eager to discover one and figuring he probably knew what some of them looked like.
"I've only seen one," Jay replied, twisting his head to scan the crowd before pointing at a man sitting on the other end of the bleachers, "There's the dude."
The man looked to be somewhere in his thirties, fairly well dressed, but not too overly dressed for the occasion, and was watching the current rider intensely, pausing every so often to jot down notes in the book on his lap. Now that my attention was drawn to him, he definitely looked like a scout, or at least how I always pictured one would look like.
"You look like you got a plan," Jay remarked as I studied the scout.
"We brought a DVD," Rachel said excitedly, holding it up with a large toothy grin.
"That's some good thinking," Jay nodded, "If anyone's going to get any kind of deal, it's gonna be you."
"What's he scouting for," I asked, unable to take my eyes off the man who could be in charge of my future.
"Not sure exactly," Jay shrugged, "Rumour is he's starting up a new a stunt team focusing more on performing than competitions. But it's just a rumour."
"Performing," Rachel questioned and I could see the stars in her eyes from just saying the word.
"Putting on stunt shows at arenas and other events," I explained, "Sometimes you see stunt teams performing at like Monster Trucks and car races."
"Supposedly," Jay said, leaning in as if the news he had was top secret, "He's trying to create a team that headlines their own show. No more opening up for oversized trucks that crush small cars."
"It's a nice dream," I shrugged, "But it's not really realistic. There's not enough money in motocross for it to stand on its own."
"Times are changing, Britt," Jay mused, placing a hand on my shoulder, "You never know. Five years from now, I wouldn't be surprised if you're on the cover of every magazine."
"Really," Rachel hummed, her voice filled with awe at the possibility of fame.
"What was it, MXA that named you the future of motocross," Jay smiled, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
"MXA," Rachel asked, her eyes darting between Jay and I.
"You didn't tell her," Jay laughed, then turned his attention to Rachel, "Britt here was featured in Motocross Action Magazine last year when they did a feature on high school riders. They said that out of all the riders they watched, Britt was far more experienced than any of them. Said that she could easily be competing with the pros already."
"It wasn't that big of a deal," I blushed, remembering the day when the reporter had flown all the way out to Lima just to see me. It had been a big deal.
"Not that big of a deal," Jay exclaimed, "I heard that the only reason we have a scout here is because of that article. He looked pretty disappointed when your name wasn't called in the line up."
"Go talk to him," Rachel squealed, shoving the DVD onto my lap, "Go, now."
I nervously glanced over at the scout again as my hands shook against the DVD, "What should I say?"
"Hello, I'm Brittany Pierce and I'm the next motocross superstar," Rachel said, using the same tone she used every time she was introducing her solo during Glee.
"Shit," Jay said, his attention turning to the current rider who was finishing up his run, "I gotta go and get ready, but let me know how it goes, Britt."
"Good luck," I called after him as he ran down the stairs.
"Go," Rachel ordered, pushing my shoulder and giving me a stern look.
"I don't know what to say," I sighed, my nerves beginning to eat away at my confidence.
"I just told you what to say," she said, pushing me again.
"It doesn't sound right," I protested, "What if he just laughs in my face or tells me to get lost?"
"I don't think he's going to do that," Rachel said, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it tightly, "But even if he does, this is your dream, Brittany. You have to fight for your dreams. I am aware that my choice in occupation will lead to a fair amount of rejection that I will be forced to face in the future, but that is just the price you pay for following your heart and refusing to settle for a mediocre life. Even if he laughs in your face or views the DVD and deems you unworthy, at least you made an effort to put yourself out there. What if he doesn't laugh in your face? What if he watches your videos, is stunned by your talent, and begs you to join his team? And in the end all it took was a little bit of courage and a five minute conversation."
I stared back at the scout, as the butterflies danced nauseatingly in my stomach, and knew Rachel was right. I would regret it forever if I didn't go over there and talk to him.
"Come with me," I asked her, feeling childish as I said the words, but knowing that I could feed off her courage if she was at my side.
"Sure," she smiled, warmly, standing and pulling me through the bleachers before I could change my mind. Before we reached him, she stopped, pushing me in front of her so that I was leading the way and let go of my hand as she followed behind me.
"Hi," I said to the man nervously, shifting my weight to each foot as I shoved my hands into my pockets. He glanced up from his notebook and gave me a once over, before narrowing his eyes on my face as if trying to remember where he knew me from. I felt Rachel's elbow poke me in the side and the jolt forced me to blurt out, "I'm Brittany Pierce."
"I thought I recognized you, Dan Renner," he smiled with a nod, extending his hand towards me.
I shook his hand, making sure it give it a firm shake like my dad always told me, then searched my brain for the next thing I should say. I saw him glancing towards Rachel and decided that it would probably be best if I introduced her as well.
"This is my," I paused briefly, skipping over the 'girl' part, "friend, Rachel."
I chanced a look towards Rachel as they shook hands, hoping that I hadn't offended her by not introducing her as my girlfriend, but she seemed to be completely unaffected by it. It wasn't that I was embarrassed of her or anything like that, I just didn't know what this man's views on lesbian relationships were and I didn't want to do anything that could hurt my chances of getting some kind of a deal.
"I was hoping to see you riding today," Dan said disappointedly, drumming his pen against his notebook.
"Had a little accident," I sighed, holding up my cast, then quickly added, "Unrelated to motocross. Well, sort of."
"She saved me from a flying bike," Rachel offered, proudly.
"Bummer," Dan replied, raising his eyebrows at the 'flying bike' part.
"I heard you might be starting up a stunt team," I said, cutting to the chase.
"Where'd you hear that," he asked, leaning back in his seat with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Rumours," I shrugged, then eagerly pushed forward, "So is it true?"
"Don't believe everything you hear," he laughed, then after a hard stare his gaze softened as he seemed to give in, "But, in this case, the rumour has some grounds. I'm thinking about starting up a team, but nothing is written in stone yet. I'm on a countrywide tour, looking for some talented fresh blood that might be interested in that kind of a team."
"I'm interested," I spoke up, just as he barely finished speaking.
"Good to hear, but I've already found hundreds of interested riders and have been able to witness their talent," he said, pointing his pen towards the course, "I can't just take your word for it."
"I know," I brightened, holding out the DVD towards him, "I brought a DVD. It has videos of me riding from previous competitions and practices. Most of the videos are from last year, so it doesn't show any of the new tricks that I've learned, but I think it's still good enough to give you an idea of what I'm capable of."
"Hate to break this to you, kid," he sighed, staring down at the DVD, but making no movement to take it, "But I'm not allowed to accept media from outside riders. Could put me in a tight spot legally. I'm not going to lie, I did come here to watch you, specifically, but if you're unable, my hands are tied."
"If you could just make an exception this once," I pleaded, feeling my stomach begin to knot as my dreams seemed to be slipping through my fingers, "My arm should be better in a month and then I can show you in person."
"I can't take your DVD," he answered firmly, shaking his head and pushing it back towards me, "Maybe I'll make a trip back here next year, anything is possible."
"Please, take it," Rachel begged, suddenly, sounding as though she was about to cry, "I'm the reason that she's not competing right now and winning all the events. It's not her fault and she shouldn't be punished for being brave enough to save my life. All we're asking is for you to watch the DVD. I don't understand why that's so hard for you to do."
"Because legally, as soon as you put that DVD in my hand, I'm liable for copyright issues and a whole bunch of other legal problems that I can't chance," he explained, and he did sound as though it pained him to refuse, "It's not a matter of not wanting to watch your video, I gotta protect my ass."
"Wait," Rachel said, excitedly and I couldn't understand why, "You're allowed to watch the DVD, you're just not allowed to take it."
"Right," he nodded, pointing his pen at her.
"Stay here," Rachel instructed the both of us, quickly turning and running down the steps through the bleachers. For a moment I just watched after her, confused as to what she could possibly be up to and why she was suddenly so excited.
"Cute girlfriend," Dan remarked, causing my head to whip back around towards him.
"How did you know she's my girlfriend," I asked nervously, hoping that it wasn't going to have any affect on my chances. I knew that it shouldn't, but people tended to let their personal biases cloud their judgement in situations like this.
"She's got the eyes of a teen girl in love," he chuckled with a mock-dreamy air to his voice, then his gaze drifted back to where she was last seen, "Saving her life, huh. Very smooth."
"Not that smooth," I scoffed lightly, glancing down at my broken arm.
"It'll heal," he said, "You're young and from what I hear you're extremely talented. I'm not the only scout that's ever going to come knocking at your door. There's going to be other chances."
"I know," I sighed, "It's just, I'm graduating at the end of the year and I want to have something to do after that, somewhere to go. I want to know what I'm doing."
"Your girlfriend's going to college and you don't want to be the girlfriend that flips burgers for minimum wage while she's off getting a higher education," he said, with so much understanding it surprised me.
"Yeah," I chuckled, slumping down onto the bench beside him, "Motocross is my dream and I know I'm good enough to go pro one day with the right coach. I'm not new to the sport and know that motocross careers don't last very long. I'll be lucky if I'm able to still do it by the time I'm thirty and don't have any major accidents that force me to retire before then. I'm seventeen and the longer I wait to get my career started, the less time I will have in it. I know that if you give me this opportunity and put me on your team, I'm going to have the best trainers and the best chance at launching my career sooner rather than later."
He smiled, staring at me for a long time before turning his attention back to the course, "You're smart, Brittany, smarter than a lot of the riders I deal with everyday. I have a feeling you don't need to worry too much, though."
"Why," I asked.
"Your girlfriend seems pretty determined to get you that spot," he smirked, and as if on cue, I caught sight of Rachel running full speed up the stairs to where we were sitting.
"Please follow me to the Brittany Pierce Movie viewing theatre," she said breathlessly, with a huge smile as she attempted to straighten out her ruffled clothing.
"Huh," I said, but she immediately shot me a look that told me to not question her and both Dan and I followed behind her.
Rachel led us back to the parking lot and through a maze of cars until she finally stopped beside a van with the rear sliding door open.
"Please make yourself comfortable next to the child's car seat and your movie will begin immediately," Rachel instructed, holding her arm out and ushering Dan into the van. I glanced into the back of the van, noticing the built in televisions made to occupy children, and gave Rachel a smile as she bounced with pride at her idea.
"She's good," Dan remarked to me with a wink as he settled into his seat and Rachel turned the DVD on before shutting the door.
"Whose van is this," I laughed as she half skipped and half jumped towards me, almost expecting her to just leap into my arms.
"That kind man right there," Rachel said, pointing to a man standing by the front of the van.
"How much money did you have to give him," I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist as we talked.
"Twenty dollars," she admitted with a shrug.
"I'll pay you back," I promised, still in disbelief that she had come up with this idea.
"Never," she huffed as if it was the silliest thing I could've ever said, "Besides, it was a bargain. I would've easily paid a hundred."
I leaned forward and kissed her lightly, resting my forehead against hers as I continued to smile and shake my head.
"I thought we were just friends," Rachel whispered, jokingly.
"You caught that, huh," I said, wrinkling my nose.
"It's alright," she whispered, her eyes dropping to her hands resting on my chest, "I understand why you said it."
"He knows anyway," I replied, squeezing her closer.
"You told him," she smiled, eyes shinning as she looked up at me.
"No," I admitted, then joked, "Apparently you need to work on your acting."
"My acting is just fine," Rachel defended, "Just as long as I never have to act alongside you as your nemesis."
"Thanks, Rach," I said softly, brushing my nose against her forehead, "The DVD, the van, everything. You're amazing."
"I'm just trying to repay you for all the things you've done for me," she shrugged, her arms extending to reach around my neck.
"I'm impressed," Dan said, as he opened the back door and stepped out of the van, "You've definitely got some wicked skills and if you're telling me you can do more, then I can't wait to see it."
"Does that mean I'm on the team," I asked, hopefully, breaking apart from Rachel, but taking her hand instead.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Dan answered, seriously, "Like I said, I've been scouting hundreds of riders and a good many of them have a lot of potential. I'm starting off with a small team of elites, about ten riders and five alternates, so choosing my riders isn't so easy. If it takes off I'll think about making more teams, but for now I gotta keep it small. You're good, Brittany, but I've seen a lot of good riders and I still have a lot more places to visit and to be honest, I really can't give you a spot on my team based on a five minute video of old competitions."
"Well, thanks for your time," I said, trying to keep my appearance professional and hide my disappointment.
"Which is why I'm going to be coming back here in a couple months, when your arm's all healed, so I can watch you ride in person," he added with a smile, causing Rachel to leap up and down beside me.
"Are you serious," I asked, shocked that I was actually going to get a second chance to prove to him what I was capable of.
"I've let great riders slip through my fingers in the past," he said, "I'm not going to let that happen to you without giving you a fair shot."
"You're not going to regret this," Rachel squealed, and I could tell she was holding herself back from hugging him, "Brittany is the best motoring girl you will ever see."
I giggled at her terminology as she blushed.
"You ever thought about modelling, Brittany," he asked, drawing my attention back towards him.
"Modelling," I repeated doubtfully, the idea of it sounding odd.
"A good friend of mine works in the advertising department at Fox Racing," he continued while nodding, "Would you mind if I gave him your name? He's always looking for pretty girls that can actually ride."
"Sure," I said blankly, glancing over at Rachel who I thought might keel over from excitement.
"Great," he exclaimed, then threw a thumb in the direction of the competition, "I better get back and watch the rest of the competition, but you'll definitely be hearing from me in a month. Nice meeting you Brittany. And Rachel."
"See," Rachel screamed after Dan and left, "See what happened!"
"You were right," I laughed, "Absolutely right."
"And modelling," she added dreamily, "Can you believe it?"
"Actually no," I admitted, shaking my head, stunned at everything that had just passed.
"I'm actually jealous," Rachel said, seeming to be saying that to herself before her eyes returned back to me with fresh excitement, as if a thought just occurred to her, "Oh my gosh, I'm dating a model!"
"I'm not a model, Rach," I said, attempting to calm her down.
"Not yet," she replied quickly, still screaming, "But you will be. Who knew motocross could be so glamourous. I had no idea that there would be magazine articles and performances!"
"Do you need to sit down," I teased, pressing a hand to her forehead as if I was checking her temperature.
"Why didn't you tell me you were in a magazine," she said, her tone suddenly accusing as she pushed my hand away from her forehead and poked a finger to my chest.
"I don't know," I shrugged, sheepishly, "I didn't really think about it. I don't ride for the publicity, I ride because it makes me happy."
She stared up at me, her head shaking slightly as her smile returned and said "Are you ready to go back to our seats."
"Actually," I smiled, taking her arms and wrapping them around my neck as I folded mine around her waist, "I think I'd rather have dinner with you and your dads."
"You don't want to watch the rest of the competition," she asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion, "I thought this was really important to you."
"It is," I nodded, tightening our embrace until every inch of her body was pressing against mine, "But I just realized that I don't really care who wins. We've been here for two hours and thanks to you, I just got what I really came here for. I wanted the scout to notice me and now he does. Now, I want to spend the rest of the day with your family, then take you back to my bed and ravish you all night long."
She smiled as she raised herself up on her toes and locked our lips in a slow and passionate kiss. Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails grazing my scalp as she moaned softly into our kiss before dragging her tongue across my lips. I parted my lips, deepening the kiss as my tongue joined with hers, dancing and teasing, while my hands drifted downwards to squeeze her ass. I expected her to break the kiss immediately following that, maybe giggle or give me a playful glare, but she didn't. Instead, she let out another moan into the kiss, fisted my hair in her hands, and roughly turned the kiss from passionate to hungry. Our teeth clacked together before hers bit down on my bottom lip, tugging it back before letting it go and doing it all over again.
"I'll give you your twenty bucks back if you do it in the van and let me watch," the van's owner said, interrupting our kiss.
I rolled my eyes and snorted my disgust, before glancing over at Rachel, her eyes half closed as she chewed on her lip and said, "Okay."
"Rachel," I snapped in disbelief.
"I mean, that's disgusting," Rachel yelled, folding her arms across her chest, "What kind of a pig are you?"
"Whatever," the man mumbled, walking back to the competition.
"You really do get off on an audience," I said, watching a blush instantly colour her cheeks.
"I'm in therapy," she sighed, her fingers fidgeting nervously as she stared down at the gravel beneath her feet.
"It's okay," I chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "I mean there are weirder things you could get off on."
"Please tell me there's something that turns you on that is just as embarrassing," Rachel pleaded, pouting as she curled against my side.
"I thought we agreed not to talk about my fantasies in public anymore," I joked.
Rachel opened her mouth to reply, but the sound of my cellphone ringtone interrupted us. I fished my phone out of my pocket, staring down at the number before quickly silencing it and pushing it back into my pocket.
"Who was that," Rachel asked, curiously.
"Telemarketer," I replied, but after she raised a skeptical eyebrow, I shrugged and added, "I'm satisfied with my long distance package."
She chuckled, before taking my hand and leading me back to my car.
Once we arrived at Rachel's house, I excused myself to the bathroom as Rachel headed towards the kitchen to begin preparing supper. I closed the door behind me and took out my phone, staring down at the screen that displayed '1 New Message" and hesitantly running my thumb over the button without pressing it. I stared at it for a few minutes, until the screen darkened, and took a deep breath as I pressed the button on my phone to retrieve my voice mail message. I entered my code, selected the correct number to play the new message, then leaned back against the door as I listened.
"Hey, BB, it's Kay. Kaylee. Your sister. I was just wondering if you were going to come out and see me soon. It's been a long time. A really long time and I miss you. I know you're going to be going off to college soon and then after that you probably won't get any chances to visit and I know you hate coming here, but I really miss you and my birthday is coming up too. You probably forgot. October 16th, though. You don't have to come out for my birthday, but just... soon. Please. Okay, well, call me back. I have a different room now. This time I'm by myself, so there won't be any problems like last time. Same number. So, call... I miss you."
I sighed, deleting the message as my head fell back against the door and I shut my eyes tightly.
"You alright in there," I heard Hiram's concerned voice, from the other side of the door, startling me, "Rachel demanded I check on you since you've been gone for ten minutes."
"Fine," I said quickly, pushing my phone back into my pocket as I leaned over and flushed the toilet, "Just washing up and then I'll be out."
"Excellent," Hiram said, "Leroy's just putting in a movie for us. Something to do with talking animals."
I smiled, thinking about hanging out with the Berry dad's and said, "Sounds great."
I heard the soft patter of feet depart as I turned on the sink, staring back at the guilty expression on my face in the mirror.
"Sorry, Kay."