Friendly Street Race

Author's note: I do not condone street racing. This is illegal and unsafe. Take the racing to their appropriate venues: drag strip, road racing tracks and/or autocross events.

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"...I don't know how long it'll take to get this thing up and running again. Maybe half and hour more to an hour, tops. If not, I'm going home even if this isn't done, hun," Lawrence said to his angel on the other end of the line. "Okay, don't stay too long. Try not to be too late for Tom's party, 'kay? Oh, and Faye called earlier that she could pass by and offer me a ride to Tom's, would that be okay?" Anna asked. "That's no problem. See you at the party later then. Love you."

He replied. "Love you too." And they hung up.

Anna was Lawrence's fiancé and they lived together at Lawrence's place. She is in her late 20's, a practicing general physician and currently studying to specialize in internal medicine. Lawrence is in his mid-20's and is a head Systems Analyst for this rather well-established information technology and communications company. He has fair complexion, short brown hair, well, long enough for his bangs to cover his eyes but he manages to wear it neatly. Anna would say he is handsome and looked... boyish, young, innocent and harmless. Of course she knows that he is just the opposite which she finds really sexy, among many other of his traits. He is not rich like those oil-tycoons in Houston however money wasn't a problem for him. He is responsible and keeps his expenses and life-style in-check. Living a simple life. Sometimes, treating Anna and himself to some extravagance.

His best friends, Tom and Faye, on the other hand, were rich... and lived it. Having a business, more like a huge corporation, which controls or owns several other corporations. How people achieve this... *shrug*. *cough* Inheritance. *cough* Tom and Faye were hosting a party for some bankers/businesspeople at his estate. And invited Lawrence and Anna and some other good friends along.

Lawrence returned to his task, getting the company server back online. It was a Saturday. He was just called in as a favor. He didn't mind much. Until Tom phoned him an invitation about a few hours ago. "Damn thing. Just run properly already so I could go!" he hissed at the terminal. Surprisingly, after re-writing a few scripts, the server started up and run good again.

Relieved. Closed the books and placed them back on their appropriate shelves, he walked quickly out of the "server control room," informed the few who were working that it's back "up and running" and made his way to the elevator down to his sleek black sports car and drove off straight to Tom's since Anna said she was hitching a ride with Faye.

Lawrence was just cruising as usual right at the speed limit. Windows down and stereo turned up just enough for him to hear it amidst the wind noise. It was a fine day. Slightly overcast. Traffic was light. Pleasant day for a drive actually. Traffic light about 300 meters up turned yellow then red. Lawrence decelerated to a gentle stop.

Twiddling his thumbs on the steering wheel waiting for the green, he glanced at his right side view mirror and saw a sleek yellow Corvette coming up. "Wow, now THAT's a car," he thought to himself. A few moments later the sports car came to a stop next to him. He noticed the badging "Z06" on the front fenderwell of the Corvette. He looked at the driver and was pleasantly surprised. A very pretty lady, seemingly in her mid-20's. Fine, long, flowing, light brown hair tied up in a rather intricate bun leaving a short pony tail. Well, since her windows were down too.... "Nice car," Lawrence smiled at the lady. She smiled back, "Thanks. Yours is pretty hot too. Wanna race?" Momentarily shocked, Lawrence glanced at the traffic light, still lit red, and looked back at the pretty girl in the 'vette, "Sure. On green.." Lawrence turned his stereo off and adjusted the settings on his car's electronic boost controller, slightly raising the maximum boost setting of his twin-turbos. "Hey, I'll need whatever I can to run with THAT car," he thinks to himself, smiling.

Both cars revving, waiting for the green. Light turns green, both cars launch off the line like bats out of hell. Lawrence's car with all-wheel-drive has an instant advantage in stop-and-go racing and he instantly pulls ahead of the Corvette with her front bumper in-line with his rear bumper. Turns out she was quite skilled and launched her high-horsepowered sports car perfectly and not overly spinning her rear wheels. He kicks the clutch quickly and hard and simultaneously pulls the gear to second. He hears the sweet, loud roar of the Corvette do the same a moment later. He glances at his mirror and sees the Corvette starting to slowly pull alongside him. Both hit third gear. Each shifting precisely and well-practiced. Both cars are now alongside each other. *BEEP!!!* Radar detector in the Corvette goes off, quite loudly that Lawrence also hears it and both cars brake hard. Surely, being caught going close to 100 in a 45 isn't what either of them had in mind. She winks at him, blows him a kiss and quickly turns into the first right. Mixed feelings running through him at the moment: excitement, lust, worry... his first concern however was to get off the road. He changed lanes and turned into the next right. He turned to double back to look for her to no avail. A bit disappointed, he just shrugged it off and continued to Tom's "castle," as he called it.

As he pulled into Tom's estate, parked among the Jaguars, Mercedes, BMWs and Caddilacs he noticed a yellow Corvette Z06. Lawrence snickered to himself.

As Lawrence stepped in the room, he went straight to Tom with a warm greet and their childhood special handshake. "Heya bud. How's it going? Thanks for coming. I'll be with ya in a sec. tho, just need to tend to some work.."

"Sure, Tom, no prob.," Lawrence replied. "Have some drinks and try to enjoy. Oh, Faye and Anna are not back yet. Maybe the two went of shopping or something." Both laughed.

Lawrence made his way out to the patio and saw this girl leaning slightly on the concrete rail. He took another glass of Champagne from the waiter and walked to her. She was beautiful. No words could make for a better description. About 5'7," fair complexion, *great* figure and ample breasts. She was clad in a simple, blood red, one-piece dress with a short-sleeved red blazer of the same thin material. Skirt, mid-thigh length, which hugged her waist but flowed quite loose and freely. Beautiful lean legs and red-painted toe nails. in red thin-strap sandals with thin 2" heels. What a sight.

He walked up to her, "nice driving," as he offered the glass of champagne. She looked at him, smiled warmly and took the glass, "Why, thank you. You did quite well yourself.." She continued, "I don't pick races often. I was just excited on something new I put into it. Just wanted to know how the increased performance would feel like.."

"And?" he asked. "Well, it felt pretty good. *Really* good. Oh, god," she couldn't help but smile. He sipped his wine and *accidentally* unintentionally glanced at her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples prominent under the thin fabric. No kidding she was excited. THAT kind of excited. He took another sip at his wine and looked up at her. He was caught, "I'm sorry. Was just admiring the view.." She smiled seductively at him, "And?"

"I'm Very impressed and quite embarrased," he laughed slightly. She just kept smiling that seductive smile at him, "Show me around this... palace." and she led the way. He quickly followed and placed his right hand on the small of her back as they made their way back into the function room, through the crowd and up the big carpeted curved stairway. His hand daring and slightly caressing her firm derriére. She didn't seem to mind and, since she was walking ahead, he couldn't see the smile on her face.

"Well, this is the billard room," he said as he turned the knob and opened one of the doors. They both stepped in and he closed the door behind them. It was a grand room. High ceiling. Intricate chandelier. Paintings on the wall. Expensive wooden furniture around. A couple of big windows with their drapes tied to the sides. She jumped up and sat on the side of the pool table. Crossed her legs, sipped her wine, put her glass on the table and gracefully slid her blazer off, "Well...?" Lawrence was standing at the door, in awe. "Well..." he walked slowly toward her, ..." where else did you want me to take you?" She smiled at him seductively, "Oh, you know where." and uncrossed her legs as he came close. He put his hands on her thighs and slowly slid them up her sides over the soft, smooth dress. She held his face, pulled him close and they kissed each other deeply, passionately. His hands moving up to her ample breasts, caressing. Teasing her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She was moaning with pleasure. He broke their kiss and gently licked and sucked her neck, her shoulder, gently pulled the spaghetti strap off her shoulder and freeing her breast. Beautiful firm breast with a pink areola and nipple pointing at him. She was perfect. He slowly licked and kissed around her nipple, teasing her further. Her breathing erratic and moans getting louder. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard while flicking his tounge. She gasped and moaned loudly in pleasure. He slowly slipped the other strap off her shoulder and freed her other breast. Then feasted himself to, in his opinion, the most perfect set of breasts he's ever seen. She was in extacy and enjoying every single moment of it. Moaning loudly and pulling his head, making him have more and more of her breasts. He kissed down her lean tummy and circling her navel.

He moved down and licked and kissed her knees, slowly up the inner of her thighs while slowly slding her short skirt up. She moved her arms back, leaned back and lifted herself to help him slide her skirt up. No panties and a cleanly shaved pussy. He looked up at her and smiled then licked the inner of her thighs up to her pussy. She gasped. "I'm so wet and ready for you and have been since we raced," she managed in between her gasping and moaning. "I know," he said knowingly. He kissed and gently sucked her pussy and her clit. Flicking his tongue wildly at her clit. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. Moaning loudly and gasping. He suddenly pushed his tongue into her and she screamed as she came, squirting her sweet cum at his face. He tried to drink it all up and licking her for more and continued to eat her. "Oh, darling, you're driving me mad!" she pushed him away and got off the pool table. Their tongues locked in a passionate kiss and she slowly pushed him back to the adjacent sofa and sat him down. She quickly undid his belt and his slacks, slid her thumbs under the waistband of his jocks and pulled them down and off his legs and taking his shoes and socks off as well. She wrapped his huge cock with her hand and started pumping him. Licking the head of his cock like a lollipop then licking playfully at the sensitive part under the head with the tip of her tongue. He was gasping and moaning and enjoying this angel before him. She then released her grip and slowly took his cock in her mouth as deep as she could. He was in heaven. And the way she was pleasing him, he couldn't hold out long. She felt him start to tense up and she kept sucking and pumping his cock in and out of her mouth until he came. Shooting his cum in her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed what she could, a bit escaping her lips. She pulled away and licked his cock clean then her lips.

He was still hard. She lay him back on the sofa and mounted him. Holding his cock, she moved it slightly, sliding the head of his cock along her hot and dripping wet slit before she lowered herself on him, impaling herself with his hard cock. She screamed out loud. She leaned forward and pulled his shirt off of him and they locked each other in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dancing while their hips moving in unison. She liked to be in control. She was riding him. Controlling their tempo and how deep she wanted him in her. This time, she wanted it hard and rough and was riding him as that. They were both close. She broke the kiss, leaned back and rode him hard, gasping, moaning and screaming. He pushed his hips up, his cock deep into her as he shot his large load of cum deep up her cunt. This sensation was too much for her as her pussy tensed up, clamped his cock tightly and came as well. Her cum dripping in between them. She leaned forward and collapsed into his warm embrace.

They stayed like this for a while. She would shower his face with tender kisses and he kissing her back. He managed to playfully say, "So, I thought you were hitching a ride with Faye going here?" She giggled a bit and playfully said, "You complaining? Everything worked as I planned it," she smiled warmly and lovingly at him. He couldn't help but smile back at her, "I love you so much, my beautiful Doctor Anna.."

"I love you too, my Jason Lawrence Anderson. So very much," she replied and they held each other in each others loving arms.

They cleaned up and dressed back up and went back down to the party about 30 minutes later. Tom and Faye were smiling at Lawrence and Anna as the couples walked closer to each other. Tom says playfully, "Seems like some friends of mine got lucky just now.." Faye smiling at both of them. "I wonder if I'll get lucky someday too..." he continued. Faye punched him hard but playfully in the upper arm then moved under his arm and wrapped him in her embrace. All four of them laughing.

They each took a glass of champagne from the passing waiter and toasted, "To friends!"

"Here!"