24 comments/ 53866 views/ 11 favorites Catch Can Man By: jake60 This story combines my interest in NASCAR with my attempts at writing. I hope it works out. For those waiting for sequels to 'Shutdown Fever' and 'Tom Prentice, Orphan', they're coming. * Chapter 1 J.D. Smith crawled out from under the rear of the #64 stock car, and brushed off his clothing. There was no real need to do this, as the floor was clean enough to eat from, but it was a habit that went back to his days of working on his own car in the driveway. He placed the clipboard that had been in his hand onto the rear deck of the car, picked up his ball cap and placed it back on his head, but left the set of headphones and boom microphone around his neck. Like the shirt that he wore, the sponsor's logo figured prominently on the cap. The shirt bore his surname centered above the large logo on his back, and the initials J.D. appeared on the front, above the shirt pocket, surrounded by smaller logos for suppliers and lesser sponsors. J.D., with his neatly trimmed brown hair, and dark eyes, looked good in his uniform. It appeared to have been fitted specifically for his 6'1", lean body, as indeed it had been. The sponsors and NASCAR wanted all of the staff to look good when they appeared on television, as occurred often in the days leading up to a race, as well as on race day. He picked up the clipboard and began checking the figures he had written while under the rear of the car installing a stiffer coil spring on the left side. The figures confirmed the settings of the track bar and wedge adjustment, and the crew chief and head engineer had requested the information. They had to decide which further adjustments to make before final practice and qualifying which were scheduled for the next day. He was concentrating on the figures when he heard the first call. "John." Something in the back of his busy mind told him the voice was familiar. While John was his name, it had been quite some time since anyone had called him by it. When he arrived in Charlotte, North Carolina, and gotten this job with AA Precision Racing, there were already two employees with the name of John, so he had been christened with the new name J.D., which were his initials. He carried on with his work, ignoring the female voice that had called his name. "John... John Smith." This time he was stirred from his concentration, and he looked up and around, to see who was paging him. He had almost turned fully around when he saw her, standing 30 feet away, and looking as beautiful as she had been the last time he saw her 18 months before. She had a small smile on her face, and it was evident that she was nervous as the smile came and went several times in the 15 or so seconds that he stared at her. Unconsciously he had grasped the spoiler on the rear deck of the car, gripping it tightly to maintain his balance. Seeing her had momentarily taken his breath away, and he felt unsteady on his feet. "Robin... where did you come from?" It was the only thing he could think of to say, such was the shock he felt from seeing her there. Another smile flickered momentarily across her face, and then she spoke. "I just flew in from Indianapolis this afternoon. I took a few days off from work, and I go back on Sunday." "Why are you here?" His face tightened, and he continued, "Where is Frank?" He looked around, but didn't see Frank Newton's smirking face anywhere in the crowd. "I came by myself; I wanted to see you." The nervous smile came and went several times after she spoke. "J.D., do you have the figures?" A burly man dressed in the same uniform as J.D stood near the front of the stock car, looking at him intently as he spoke into his microphone. J.D. could hear him clearly even without having the headset over his ears. J.D. looked back and forth between Robin and the man who had called, replaced his headset and replied, "Yes, everything is here, Blair." He held up the clipboard and then turned back to Robin and held up the index finger of his free hand to her in the universal sign of 'Just a moment,' before walking into the shop and conferring with Blair and two other men who also wore the common uniform. Their conference lasted almost 10 minutes, with frequent references to the clipboard and a nearby computer screen, and during that time J.D. looked up several times to see whether Robin was waiting. Throughout the lengthening discussion he saw that she stayed exactly where she had been when he spoke with her. He was finding it difficult to concentrate as his thoughts returned to Indianapolis, and the life he had once lived there. Eventually it was decided to add a couple of spring rubbers to the right rear spring, with J.D. assigned to the job. It only took him a couple of minutes to jack up the right side, pull the rear wheel, and insert the two spring rubbers into the coil spring. The car was back on all four wheels in no time at all. When the job was complete J.D. confirmed with the chief engineer that his day was finished, and that he could leave. It was fast approaching 6 p.m., and there was really nothing else they could do before the final practice the next day. As he exited the garage he was watching Robin, and could see that she was quite nervous. She was fidgeting with the purse that hung over her right shoulder, and again her smile flitted nervously across her face. When he approached, she walked forward several steps to meet him. J.D. stopped about 4 feet from Robin, and looked at her closely, refreshing her image in his memory. At 5'7", she was 6 inches shorter than he was. Her blond hair was a little bit longer he thought; now reaching her shoulders. He had forgotten how beautiful her hazel eyes appeared, and he kept returning to them as his gaze swept back and forth across her face. "I'm done now, so we can talk if you want." Many times over the last 18 months he had wondered what he would say to her, if he should ever see her again. He had practiced mental speeches covering every conceivable mood and feeling he could imagine having. Seeing her again so unexpectedly he immediately decided he would forgo the harsh and sarcastic comments he had often considered. He would do his best to be pleasant, and would wait to see what she had to say. She glanced around at the crowd milling around the garages, and said, "Is there anywhere that would be quieter and more private than right here?" J.D. thought for just a moment, and then said, "Well, there's nowhere good around here. If you'd like, we can go and eat somewhere, and talk then. Where are you staying?" "Food would be great; I didn't eat on the plane. I'm staying at the motel just down the street from the racetrack." She seemed a little more confident now, and was obviously a bit more relaxed. A slight smile remained on her face when she finished speaking. "There's a good restaurant right off the lobby of your motel. We can go there. I'm hungry too; it's been a long day." Robin took a couple of steps toward him, and he put out his arms to stop her from getting too close. He lightly held her back by her shoulders as he continued to look at her, and then finally said, "We'll have to walk around back to where my ride is parked." They walked around the end of the building without conversation, as Robin simply followed him, the nervous look back on her face. The short walk ended at a very shiny black motorcycle. "I hope you don't mind riding on this. It's all I use now when the weather is nice." "When did you get this? I never knew you rode motorcycles." Robin was looking the bike over with a bit of apprehension. "I changed a lot of things when I started my new life here. I always wanted a bike, so I got this one a couple of months after I arrived here. There's a spare helmet here you can use." He unstrapped a helmet from the back of the motorcycle and handed it to Robin. When he saw her hesitate, he said, "Just slip it on over your head; it should fit." After a few instructions, he mounted the bike, waited while Robin got on behind him, and after confirming she was safely settled and holding on tight to him, pulled away slowly. Their route took them back down the wide pavement in front of the garages. J.D. was so intently thinking about the unexpected reappearance of Robin Meadows into his life that he didn't notice the woman who was watching them leave. Allison Brewer had watched J.D. and the blond woman while they spoke in front of the garage, and had seen them come together in what appeared to be an embrace from her vantage point. The two of them eventually walked out of her sight, only to reappear together on J.D.'s motorcycle. She had watched them until they disappeared as they turned to take the exit tunnel under the track. Allison was a 5'10" beauty, with black, neatly styled short hair, and dark eyes. Her classic figure was not quite concealed beneath the long sleeved, fully buttoned, pale green shirt that she wore. She was a reporter and interviewer for The Racing Channel, and the shirt bore her name over her right breast and their distinctive logo over the left. The shirt wasn't one that she would normally ever choose for herself, as it was not even remotely stylish or sexy, but because their NASCAR coverage was considered family entertainment The Racing Channel had decided that all of their staff would dress very conservatively. As she turned to leave, her eyes shone with unshed tears. She carefully transferred the headset and microphone she used for her interviews to her left hand, and pulled the battery pack and transmitter assembly from her belt where it had been clipped all day. She would drop them off for recharging at the broadcast trailer before she left for the day. As she walked away, a careful listener would have heard her say, "Damned men! They're all the same." Chapter 2 The entire ride to the nearby motel had been without conversation, it being difficult to converse while riding a Harley, and both of them used the time for thinking. J.D. was able to find a parking spot right in front, so it was not very long at all before they were seated in the restaurant. Once they had ordered, J.D. began the conversation. "So, what prompted your trip here now?" Robin looked at him questioningly. "I'm surprised that you're so calm and pleasant with me. I really expected you to refuse to talk to me, or to at least curse me out." J.D. hesitated before he answered her. "A year ago you would be right on about my attitude. I've had a lot of time to come to terms with things, and I'd like to think I've gotten past my issues with you. I really am curious about what brought you here now, though." "I didn't know where you were before, or I would have been here sooner. Nobody in Indianapolis seemed to know where you went. I even asked at the engineering company where you used to work. Some people thought you had gone back to Wisconsin, where your sister lives. I would have phoned her but I didn't know her married name. The bigger problem when I tried to find you was your name. John Smith is much too common." Robin seemed anxious to talk and gave him a small smile while she waited for his reaction. "Actually, now that you mention it, I think I did tell people I was headed to my sister's place. I started heading that way after I loaded all of my stuff into my pickup, but at the last minute I decided to follow my dream, and I headed for Charlotte. I figured if I'm going to start a new life it may as well be right from scratch, doing something I've always wanted to do; get a job with a NASCAR team." "You've mentioned a new life a couple of times. What do you mean by that?" Robin had a concerned and nervous look on her face as she asked him this question. J.D. thought for a moment, and grimly replied, "Well, I figure my first life ended just before I left Indianapolis... you know why. Everything I've done since I left has been to get over that first life, and start a new one that is on my own terms. I've got a job I really like, the motorcycle, a new... good friend, and I think I'm finally starting to enjoy life again." He hesitated when he noticed that the smile had fallen from her face, and then said, "You also haven't told me how you came to be here." "Last Saturday my brother Alex had to work, so he recorded the Nextel Open. When he watched it later he thought he saw you introduced as part of the pit crew for one of the cars. You were shown as J.D. Smith, the catch can man. He called me up, and I went right over to watch it myself, because he wasn't certain that it was you. I recognized you right away, even with the scruffy beard on your chin, and your new fit body." She smiled broadly as she spoke the last sentence. "It's sort of lucky that he saw me there. It was a last-minute job they gave me when the regular guy fell and broke his arm. Luckily the job doesn't require talents I didn't already have. It's supposed to be finished in a couple of weeks, and I may have to go back to my regular job in the shop. Normally I work on chassis fabrication and adjustment. I think I'm going to enjoy traveling to the different tracks though, and I have asked about doing this job full-time." Robin's smile faded again when he said that, and she paused before speaking again. "It sounds like you've found a job you really like. I guess you don't have any plans on returning to Indianapolis, do you?" She seemed to be holding her breath after asking the question. J.D.'s face tightened again, and his voice was harsher when he spoke. "I left Indianapolis so I wouldn't have to see you and Frank every time I turned around. We had too many friends and places in common. It was way too hard." Robin had just opened her mouth to speak again when he continued, "You said he didn't come with you, but you didn't say why. I'm surprised that he would let you out of his sight." Robin had lowered her head to stare at the table while J.D. told her why he had left Indianapolis. When he finished speaking, she raised her eyes to his, and said, "I'm not with Frank any more. You were right about him when you told me not to trust him." Tears had come to her eyes, and she stopped speaking while she took a tissue from her purse. "What happened to break up the ideal couple?" The sarcasm was quite evident in his voice as he asked the question. She dabbed at her eyes with the tissue before she answered him. "About a month after you left, the police came and arrested him. They charged him with fraud, and he ended up getting a five-year sentence. He took a bunch of money from where he used to work in Detroit, and tried to cover it up in the books." She hesitated, and then continued, "I should have listened to you. I should never have believed him when he said he came back because of me. He really came back to try to avoid being arrested." J.D. hadn't been prepared for this explanation, and was still digesting her words when their meals arrived. When the waitress left their table, he said, "That isn't quite the scenario I had imagined, but I really didn't trust him. Not just because he was after you; there was just something about his attitude." He had been thinking about Robin's reason for showing up in Charlotte, and the fate of her grand romance with Frank pretty much told him what it was. He decided to ask her anyway. "So, why are you here?" He began to pick at his food as he waited for her answer. Robin appeared ready to speak a couple of times, but no words came. She was poking at her meal, not looking at J.D. He didn't rush her, but instead he just began eating, glancing at her while she chose her words. Finally, she said, "I came to find out if there was any hope for you and I to get back together. Please, don't answer right away; let's just enjoy eating our meals first." Neither of them had ordered a large meal, and within minutes they had both finished eating. During their meal J.D. respected her request, and limited his conversation to questions and comments about their mutual friends in Indianapolis. When the waitress had cleared away their empty plates, and brought them each a cup of coffee, J.D. finally returned to Robin's question. He spoke to her slowly and carefully, and when he was finished she had more questions for him. They talked for almost an hour, until he got up to leave, at which time he gave her a long hug before she headed for her room in the motel, and he returned to his motorcycle. Chapter 3 It was just a couple of minutes after 9 p.m. when Allison Brewer heard her doorbell ring. She wasn't expecting anyone, and had been curled up on her sofa, sipping a glass of wine. She was very casually dressed in a track suit she had put on after her shower, and had spent the whole evening lounging around her apartment. Allison was too upset to eat a proper meal, and had picked at the leftovers in her refrigerator after her shower. She was definitely in no mood for conversation, and planned to tell whoever was at her door that she didn't want any company. When she opened her apartment door, she was shocked to see J.D. standing there. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you out with your new girlfriend?" Even as she finished asking her questions, she started closing the door, not intending to wait for his answers. It would have closed in front of his face had he not reached forward with his left hand to block it. "Whoa, where did that come from? I told you this morning I would try to drop in tonight." J.D. had returned home to shower and change his clothes, and now looked nothing like the NASCAR shop worker. There were no logos decorating his blue shirt, and his dress pants, while new, were not custom tailored to his body. The tears that had been in Allison's eyes all evening became obvious now. "I saw you pick up that blond woman at the track. What happened? I thought you'd be tied up with her all night." After trying to gently push the door closed a couple of times, Allison gave up and returned to her seat on the sofa, while J.D. followed her after closing the apartment door. Allison was turned away from him, and while he couldn't see her face, he knew that she was very upset. "You know, I could be very hurt that you would think me capable of going out with someone behind your back. When we agreed to go out with each other exclusively, I told you I wouldn't cheat on you like your ex-husband. I've kept my promise to you, but I guess I can see how you could get that idea." He sat beside her, and reached over to place his right hand softly on her shoulder. In a moment, he continued, "The woman you saw me with is Robin Meadows. When you told me about how your ex-husband had hurt you, I mentioned that I had gone through a similar situation. I never really felt like I wanted to get into talking to you about my situation with Robin, and I guess it's because I was still pretty hurt by it all. For the longest time I've been thinking that pretending she never existed was the same as getting over her." Allison turned to face J.D., with a look of some relief on her face. "So that woman was Robin, you're old girlfriend?" "Yes. She came from Indianapolis to talk to me, and after we met at the track we went for supper. We had a long talk, and I came over to see you as soon as I could. I only stopped at home to shower and change clothes." Allison was watching him as he spoke, her eyes darting from his lips to his eyes while she listened. "I'm sorry, J.D. I should have known you better than that. I guess it's going to take me a while yet to fully get over what my ex did to my ability to trust men. You've always been honest with me, and I really should have known better." "That's OK, Allison. I understand. Part of this is my own fault for not telling you all about Robin." J.D. had noticed the almost empty glass of wine sitting on the coffee table, and said, "Why don't I get you a fresh glass of wine, and a beer for myself; then I can sit down and tell you the whole story of Robin and I. It's something I probably should have done weeks ago." Catch Can Man Once Allison agreed to his suggestion, he picked up her glass and went to the kitchen, returning in about a minute with the refilled wine glass and an open bottle of beer. He returned to his seat beside Allison, and took a long pull on the cold bottle of lager. When he returned the bottle to the coffee table, he began speaking. "I'm going to start at the beginning, and I'll probably mention some things I've already told you in the past. If you have any questions, just ask me, as I don't intend to keep any secrets from you." After agreeing with him, Allison tucked her feet beneath her, and picked up her glass of wine, ready to hear J.D.'s story. The dark mood had left her face, and she appeared to be her normal, happy self. J.D. turned slightly to the right so that he was almost facing her, able to look her in the eyes as he told his story. He put his right arm up on the back of the sofa, and began. "I first met Robin at the beginning of my senior year at the University of Michigan. I was taking mechanical engineering, and she was working on her last year of a business degree. We met at a party, and somehow or other, decided to get together the next weekend for a movie. After a few weeks of casual dating, we seemed to have an unspoken agreement that we would be a couple." "I'm not going to give you every detail of every date, because it was all pretty well normal stuff we did together. By the end of the year I had really fallen for her, and followed her to her hometown of Indianapolis after graduation. She went back to living with her parents, and I got a small apartment not too far away. Within a couple of weeks we both had jobs. She took a position in the human resources department of a big local bank, and a few days later I got a job with a firm that designed and built custom parts for auto racing." "I guess we had both been working for about two months when we decided that we should get a place together. Mine was too small for the two of us, and she was anxious to get out from living with her parents. By this time we were both madly in love, or at least I thought we were. Once we made up our minds to get a place together it only took us a week and we were moved into it. Her parents were happy for us, and gave us a bunch of good used furniture to start out with. They were good people." At this point Allison set her glass on the table, and moved over to sit right beside him, her head snuggled against his shoulder. J.D. stopped speaking, and moved to let her get comfortable, before bringing his right arm around her, and taking one of her hands in his. "Go ahead," she said, "I don't want to interrupt you." "OK. We'd been living together for almost two months when it all fell apart. One day I came home from work, and found Robin sitting at the kitchen table having coffee with a guy I didn't know. She introduced him as Frank Newton, and told me he had been her high school sweetheart. Apparently they broke up when each went to a different university. She seemed so excited that he was there that I should have realized he was going to be a problem." "Over the next two weeks we ran into Frank everywhere we went, and because they were both from the same area, every friend of hers was a friend of his as well. I was getting sick of hearing how great it was that he was back in town, and how great a couple he and Robin had been. There wasn't much I could say, as I didn't really know the guy, but just being around him I soon got the impression that he wasn't to be trusted. Too much BS, and too much bragging. I told Robin that, but she got mad at me, saying I didn't know Frank well enough to judge him like that." J.D. reached over for his bottle of beer, and drained half of what was left in it before he continued. "The next night Robin was waiting for me when I got home from work. She told me that she wanted to start dating Frank; that she thought they were meant to be together. She didn't want to cheat on me so she was telling me in advance. She asked me to move out right away, that maybe I could find a motel with housekeeping units so that I could leave by the next day." Allison could tell by the tone of his voice that just telling her the story was getting him angry. Before he continued, he reached for the beer and finished it, returning the empty bottle to the coffee table. She gripped his hand tightly, and said, "Go on. Get it off your chest." "Well, needless to say, I was hurt, angry, and confused. I felt we were one step away from marriage, and all of a sudden she was pulling the plug on everything. I told her again that she shouldn't trust the guy, but she wouldn't hear anything negative about Frank. We exchanged some pretty harsh words, and within three hours I had my stuff packed and I was out of there. I took a housekeeping unit like she suggested, and that's where I lived for the next month until I left town and moved here." Allison continued to hold onto his hand, and after a short pause, he resumed speaking. "I thought I could carry on with my job there, find myself a new place, and eventually start dating again. Unfortunately, every time I went out, it seemed like I ran into one of our mutual friends, or the happy couple themselves. It was obvious all of their old friends thought it was great that they had gotten together again. None of them seemed to sympathize with me, and I got fed up with hearing how great it was that Robin and Frank had reconnected." "I gave the firm I was working for two weeks notice, and as soon as it was over I got them to give me my last check. The very next morning I loaded up my stuff and started heading to Wisconsin. I was going to go live with my sister until I found a new job. I guess I drove about an hour north when I made the decision that instead of heading back home with my tail between my legs, I'd come here and try to get a job with a NASCAR related firm. I got here in one piece, and you pretty much know the rest of that story." Before he could continue, Allison asked, "What about today? Why was she here today?" Her voice had been a bit higher in pitch, and J.D. could tell that she was a bit concerned about Robin's visit, considering she now knew how seriously they had been involved. J.D. brought his left arm around Allison so that he could now pull her even more closely to him. "Well, to make a long story short, I was right about Frank; he's now in jail. Robin didn't know where I had gone, but happened to see me on TV last week, and came here looking for me. She was anxious to find out if we could let bygones be bygones, and get back together again." J.D. could feel Allison growing tense in his arms, and quickly continued. "Don't worry; she knows for certain that I have no intention of trying to pick up where we left off. I took the high road though; I was very kind and gentle with her. She tried her best to convince me that we could work through everything that had happened since Frank reappeared in Indianapolis, but I finally made her realize it wasn't going to happen. I think we parted friends, and that we've seen the last of her." He leaned forward until his lips were next to Allison's ear, and whispered, "I may even have hinted that I've found myself a new girlfriend. Your name may have been mentioned in the conversation." He moved a bit closer and nibbled gently at her ear. "Stop that! You know that tickles me," she giggled. She twisted away from him and then turned to face him, quickly becoming serious again. "Are you sure that you've gotten over her? It sounds like you and Robin were close to at least being engaged, if not married. For her to have come here so quickly after finding out where you were tells me she must still have deep feelings for you." J.D. took her hands in his, and said, "We were in love, no doubt, but I've had much longer to kill those feelings for her than she had to forget about me after she went with Frank. I've used all of my time learning how to forget about her, and how to develop feelings for someone new. She has spent most of her time wishing she could find me so that we could get back together." J.D. looked away for a moment, and then said, "I told her that even if she had known right where I was from the beginning, we were finished. I could never have forgiven her for what she did to me. I would never have trusted her not to do it again some day." After another short pause, he continued. "I guess I should really have thanked her though. Now that I've been able to face her directly, and tell her how I feel, it's like a weight has been taken off of me. We had too much unfinished business." "I'm glad you told me all about her, and how you broke up; and I'm really sorry I didn't trust you like I should have." Allison grinned at him, stood, and pulled him up beside her. "Come on, I want to apologize to you in a special way." She started heading out of the living room and down the hall toward her bedroom, periodically turning to exchange smiles with him as she pulled him along. When they got into her bedroom she pulled him to the foot of the bed before turning and taking him into her arms. "I really wish we didn't have to work tomorrow; I'd love to have you stay over so I could make you breakfast in the morning." Before he could answer she raised her lips to his and they embarked upon a lengthy kiss. It became more and more heated until finally J.D. broke away. "Just because we have to work, there's no reason we couldn't do that. I loved waking up with you in the morning." J.D. returned to kissing her when he finished speaking, but this time he slipped his hands under the top of her tracksuit and brought them up her back. When his hands didn't encounter the expected bra strap, he brought them around to the front of her chest and took one of her large, firm breasts in each of his hands. The nipples soon hardened when he caressed them with his thumbs. Allison broke away from him, and laughed as she said, "I think you just convinced me. Here, let me get you naked so I can start my apology." She sat on the bed and began to undo his belt and the button on his pants. As she sat her top pulled up to shoulder height, and she had to stop pulling down his zipper so that J.D. could raise her arms and remove the top completely. In a matter of moments she had his pants and underwear around his ankles, and he was able to step out of them. Allison was busy as he did that, stroking his erection, getting him even harder than he had been. As he used his foot to push the pile of his clothing aside, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, eliciting a sincere "Oh, Allison, that feels wonderful," from him. He let her continue fellating him for a couple of minutes, while he enjoyed the enormously pleasurable sensations. When he felt that he would not be able to continue much longer without erupting into her mouth, he moved back, letting his erection pop from her pleasuring lips. "As wonderful as that is, I have other plans for you, Allison." With that, he pulled her to a standing position beside him, ignoring her protestations. After he stripped off his shirt and her track pants, he led her naked to the side of the bed, quickly pulling back the covers before picking her up and gently tossing her into the middle of the bed. "J.D.! What's got into you? I was enjoying my apology!" She was grinning up at him as she watched him reach over to dim the lights. "As wonderful as that was, I want to be face-to-face with you when I come. You were doing such a good job of apologizing that I had to stop you right then, or that would have been it." He joined her on the bed, and leaned over to begin nibbling at her neck, working his way along her jaw until he reached her lips; by the time he reached them, she was breathing hard and anxious to return his eager kisses. They spent the next 10 minutes or more engaged in leisurely foreplay, their fingers and lips roaming at will. It ended when Allison broke her lips free from his, and said, "I want you now; put it in me now!" J.D. had his two middle fingers buried in her very wet pussy, while his thumb teased her clit, and he slowly withdrew his hand as he moved between her outstretched legs. "How can I argue with that kind of logic?" he said. As he positioned himself, Allison raised her hips to meet him, pulling him into her as she felt his cock at her needy entrance. He entered her hot liquid center completely, stopping when he could go no further, both of them marveling at the sensations they felt. Only after his lips found hers again did he begin the slow fucking they were both desperate for. The long period of foreplay had allowed him to reset his need to come, and they carried on with their pleasurable and cooperative carnal motions for several wonderful minutes before he felt his need arising once again. Allison was beginning to become more urgent in her needs, clutching him to her more tightly as she moaned into his mouth, and he knew they should be able to arrive at their peak together. As it worked out, he beat her in their mutual quest by just a few seconds. He was buried into her hot core as deeply as he could go, spurting his seed, when she finally broke their kiss to exclaim, "Oh, damn, I'm coming, I'm coming; don't stop!" Her body was rigid against him, and her arms held him so tightly he could scarcely breathe. When enough seconds had passed for both of them to catch their breath, J.D. rolled to his side, bringing a smiling Allison with him, maintaining their connection. "I don't know what brought that on," Allison said, "but whatever it was, I hope we can go there often." She leaned forward to kiss him gently, before leaning back to look steadily into his eyes. J.D. reached forward to gently caress her cheek before replying. "We really connected, didn't we?" He continued caressing her, slowly working his hand down to her breast. As he gently manipulated her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he continued, "It must have been the partner we were with that made the difference; I know that was the difference for me." As they lay there caressing each other, taking turns at leaning forward to initiate gentle kisses, his erection slowly dissipated, and slipped gently from her. Neither of them was anxious to break the mood and it was some minutes later before J.D. finally spoke. "I'm going to stay the night, if that's OK. I can leave for work from here. I really want to wake up with you in the morning." Allison's only answer was a gentle "Mmm hmmm." At some point they fell asleep together, but about two hours later Allison awoke, feeling a little cool as they lay there naked on the sheet. She sat up for the few seconds necessary to pull the top sheet and blanket over them, before settling down again, comfortable in J.D.'s arms. Chapter 4 It was a good thing that Allison had left her alarm clock set from the previous morning, as they were very sound asleep when it went off. They had both moved during the night, and as they awoke Allison was lying on her side, with J.D. spooned behind her, his arm around her, cradling her breasts. J.D. was the first to react to the alarm, sitting up to watch Allison squirm against him as she escaped from sleep. "Good morning, lover," he said, before leaning over to kiss her forehead. She was struggling to get her eyes open and focused, and as she recognized his face above hers, she smiled and said, "Good morning to you, too. I was having the most pleasant dream just then, and you were in it." She reached up with both arms to pull his head back down to hers, and placed a close-mouthed kiss directly on his lips. "I'll give you an even better kiss than that, once I brush my teeth." Fully awake now, she jumped out of bed, and started for the bathroom. "Hey, where do you think you're headed so quickly?" Although his voice portrayed the sound of feigned anger, his eyes were smiling as he said it. "Get back here, we have things to take care of," he said as he pointed at his prominent erection, fully exposed now that the sheets had been pulled away when Allison arose. Allison laughed, and said, "No way, we don't have time for that! We'll have to rush as it is, if you want to be at work on time. You'll have to save that for tonight. Come on, we can shower together if you promise to behave." J.D. sighed loudly in mock frustration, and said, "OK. I know you're right; I'll behave... for now." He quickly jumped from the bed to follow her into the bathroom, where she was already setting the shower temperature. Once they were in the shower together, J.D. tried his best to initiate some shower sex. Amid a lot of tickling and grabbing and caressing they did manage to get showered, but nothing more. They were both laughing as they turned off the water, and stepped from the shower. Each grabbed a towel, and there was more tickling and giggling as they quickly dried each other off. "I promise, J.D., the next time you're here during the week, when we have to work the next day, I'll make sure to set the alarm an hour early so that we can have more fun. I normally have my alarm set to give me barely enough time to make it to the track on time." "I'll hold you to that, Allison. Don't think I'm going to forget, either," he laughed. Because of their time constraints, they both turned to the task of getting ready. It wasn't surprising that J.D. was finished first, and turned to Allison who was seated at her makeup table, to say, "I know you promised to make the breakfast, but since I'm ready ahead of you, I'll go get that started." As he headed out of the bedroom door and turned towards the kitchen, he heard her reply, "That sounds good. Just yell if you can't find something." In less than five minutes, Allison joined J.D. in the kitchen. He had two fry pans on the stove, one heating sausages, and the other warming up for the eggs in a bowl beside the pan. "I'll finish the stove part, and make the coffee, if you'll make some toast and start setting the table," she said. They worked together smoothly and quickly, and were soon enjoying breakfast together. J.D. took a sip of orange juice, and said, "If we were on the stopwatch we might have set the standard for a breakfast pit crew." They both laughed, and continued eating. They were soon enjoying their cups of coffee, the breakfast dishes empty on the table. J.D. had been watching Allison as she ate, thinking about something. His mind made up, he finally spoke. "You know, Allison, I'm almost certain I'll be going on the road with the crew, probably for the rest of the season. I was talking to the chief engineer, and I think I have the job. They want me to get an overall view of the mechanics of the racing business. I've learned a lot in the shop, and they think I'm ready for work on the road." Allison smiled, happy at the news. "We'll be able to see a lot more of each other, if we're both on the road. I was wondering how we were going to spend much time together if you were working here, and I was following the circuit, with a new city every week." "Yeah, that's a big added bonus, all right. There something else though. You remember you wanted me to go up to Pennsylvania at Easter, to meet your parents? Well, in two weeks the race is in Pocono. How far is that from your parents' place? Close enough that we could visit with them during the week?" Allison was positively grinning now. "They are only an hour away! We could even stay there a couple of nights. They were disappointed when you didn't come up with me at Easter." J.D. looked a little embarrassed as he said, "Yeah, I should have gone. I think I was just wanting to slow things down a bit." A smile broke out across his face, and he continued, "But that was then, and this is now. I'm looking forward to meeting them." They continued sipping at their coffee, discussing how things would improve if they were on the road together. The conversation ended in a hurry when Allison looked up at the clock, and saw the time. "We have to get going, or we'll be late. You have to go home to change, and I can head to the office to get ready." Catch Can Man J.D. laughed, and said, "Not a problem. You can come with me, and I'll change at the track. I have a clean uniform in my locker in the hauler. We'll just take my motorcycle and be there in no time." Allison looked at him questioningly. "If I ride there with you, everyone's going to know that you and I are going out together. I thought you wanted to keep that quiet around work?" J.D. looked her in the eye, and answered, "It's time they knew. I'm getting tired of watching the guys hitting on you." He laughed. "Once they know you're my girl that will come to an end, I hope." "Aw, I'm going to miss the attention." She looked coyly at him briefly, and then laughed with him. "You get plenty of attention. You're probably in the erotic dreams of half of the men watching NASCAR. You're The Racing Channel's hottest on-air personality." He took her in his arms, and kissed her. "It will be a good idea to let the guys around the track know that you're my personal erotic dream." They left her apartment together, and soon pulled out of the parking lot on his motorcycle. Allison was holding onto him tightly, her head nestled into the back of his shoulder. Chapter 5 They had entered the track infield through the tunnel, and rode directly to the trailer that housed the trackside studios of The Racing Channel. J.D. pulled up to a stop beside the entrance stairway, dismounted the bike and helped Allison off. She removed the helmet, and said, "I think they'll need to redo my hair, for sure." She laughed, and then tried to fluff it up with her fingers. "You'll look as beautiful as ever, I'm sure." J.D. put an arm around her, and pulled her close for a tender kiss. As they parted, Allison's cameraman and one of the drivers emerged from the trailer. The conversation they had been having ended when they saw Allison and J.D. breaking their kiss. Nothing was said, but J.D. noticed the knowing smiles that came their way. He knew it would be around the entire garage before he even got changed into his uniform. Who said men don't gossip. Allison squeezed J.D.'s hand, and said, "I have to get in there and get ready. They'll have a script for me to go over, and a list of interview subjects they will want me to prepare for. I'll see you later." ++++++++++++++++++++++ It was just after 12 noon, and a dozen cars were screaming around the track, getting in their last hour of practice before qualifying. Allison had just conducted an interview with the driver and crew chief of a car considered to be among the favorites in the race the next day. It had gone well until the driver, always known to be a joker, asked her if he would need J.D.'s permission to talk to her. It had flustered Allison for a few moments, one of the first times that had ever happened to her on-air. When the interview ended, she had playfully punched him in the shoulder, and asked him not to give her a rough time like that. She had just turned to walk away from the men she had interviewed when someone touched her on the arm, and said, "Excuse me. You're Allison Brewer, aren't you?" Allison turned, and saw that the woman seeking her attention was Robin Meadows, J.D.'s former girlfriend. Allison was a pretty good judge of character, and a quick glance at Robin's face convinced her that the woman meant her no harm. "Yes, I'm Allison." "I'm Robin Meadows. I was John's, I mean J.D.'s, girlfriend in Indianapolis. I hope you don't mind me talking to you. I wanted to meet you before I go back to Indianapolis." Allison was watching her closely, and could see that Robin's eyes were tearing up. "No, I don't mind. I've got a couple of minutes before my next interview." Allison looked over at her cameraman, got his attention, and said, "I'll meet you over at the hauler for the number six car. I have an interview set up with the crew chief in about 15 minutes." When the cameraman left, Allison turned back to face Robin, and said, "We shouldn't have any interruptions now. What would you like?" "I don't know what he told you about me, but he did say he was going to talk to you about our relationship." She attempted to smile, but it didn't quite succeed. "I guess I should say our former relationship." Allison could see that it was difficult for Robin to speak, so she took over the conversation. "He's told me all about how you met, how you were living together in Indianapolis, and about your friend Frank. He said the two of you had a good long talk at supper last night. He came over last night and told me about it." Allison's competitive nature almost had her let it slip that J.D. had spent the night at her place, but she held that back. It was obvious Robin was hurting enough already. Robin looked down, appearing to be on the verge of tears for a moment, before straightening her posture and lifting her head, once more in control. "I really screwed up. John and I were doing so well before that damned Frank showed up. I wasn't strong enough to keep him from messing with my mind, and it cost me everything that John and I had together." Allison was beginning to feel a bit of sympathy for Robin. "I'm sorry, Robin. I can see you're upset. I don't really know what I can do for you, though." Robin took a deep breath before speaking. "I know it's over for him and I. Last night was like the end of the world for me. I had really hoped to come here and somehow we would get back together. He showed me that wasn't going to be possible, and I accept that now." She looked directly at Allison before she continued. "I wanted to meet you, because he spoke so lovingly of you last night. That was when I knew that we were truly finished. He never told me that he loved you, but I could see it in his face, especially in his eyes when he spoke about you." She had Allison's interest now. "So what are you trying to say exactly?" Before she spoke again, Robin took Allison's arm gently in her hand. "John... J.D. I mean, is in love with you. After what I've done to him, I want to be sure that you aren't going to hurt him too. He deserves better than what I gave him." She stood there watching Allison, trying to get her measure; attempting to read her mind. Allison was at first unsure of how she should answer Robin, and finally told her the truth. "I've been in love with him for a while now, but it wasn't until last night that I finally felt he may be feeling the same way about me. There was something different about him when he came over after speaking with you. He said something about how much better he felt having cleared the air with you." Allison put her hand over Robin's before she continued. "I guess I really should be thanking you for coming here. J.D. has been carrying so much emotional baggage around with him that needed to be cleared up. You gave him the opportunity to do that, and I think he may have begun seeing me clearly now. You can be sure that I have no intention of hurting him. If we don't end up together, it will be because it just wasn't meant to be." Robin smiled now. She squeezed Allison's hand, before letting it go. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm heading back to Indianapolis now, and I'm going to do what John told me to do. I'm going to get on with my life, and try to be happy." Robin turned and started walking away, in the direction of the exit. When Robin had reached a point about 10 feet away, Allison called after her, "Goodbye, and good luck, Robin." Robin never turned, and didn't return the salutation, and Allison wondered if her tears had finally broken through. She continued to watch as Robin walked away, finally losing her in the crowd. A few seconds later Allison turned, and started heading for her next interview, a confident smile on her face. The End. Please let me know how I did with this story by giving it a rating below. Thank you.