Page 197 of The Champion
“I’m dangerous when I’m jealous.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I reached for her ass while sheslapped my hands away.
“We have bigger issues at hand here.”
“Doubt that.”
She turned on her heel sharply and went to the laundryroom pulling his jeans out of the hamper. “Really?”
“So the boy wears jeans...”I chuckled.
“Jameson!” she yelled and pulled a condom wrapper out ofhis pocket. It was empty, just the wrapper.
“Well...shit,” wasmy only intelligent response.
“I don’t think he’s doing anything.” She mocked andstomped away. “Go!” she yelled over her shoulder.
Damn. I should have thought of this sooner. He wasyoung to be sexually active, wasn’t he?
How old was I?
I remember taking interest in masturbation early on,what, around twelve I think. But sex,Christ, I didn’t lose my virginityuntil I was seventeen. He’s sixteen, I’m sure he’s thought of it by now.
After some convincing of myself, with some Jack Daniels,I made my way outside to the race shop where I knew Axel was.
Of course, Lily was in there with him and sitting on thecounter while he was standing in front of her between her legs, with his hands inplaces they shouldn’t be.
I chuckled when they jumped away from each other.
“Axel,” I smirked sensing he was uncomfortable. “Can Italk to you for a minute, alone?”
He nodded and Lily scrambled away.
“Sorry.” She mumbled passing by.
“Don’t be sorry,” I told her. “you didn’t do anythingwrong.”
She smiled, pink with flushed cheeks and slipped out theside door.
They didn’t do anything wrong. They’re kids and havingnatural reactions to their bodies. It’s not wrong for them to feel this way. Itwas completely normal.
Axel fumbled with a spring off his sprint car. “What’s updad?”
I chuckled nervously. I had no clue what to say to him.
When I was thirteen, my dad had the talk with me sometimeafter we came home from Mexico and he caught me speed bleeding to a picture ofSway in a bikini.
His advice: “Stop spending all your time bleeding yourpressure value and take the girl on a date.”
I never did, well until much later. Jimi thrived onembarrassing the hell out of me in situations like that and told my mom, SwayandSpencerat the fucking dining room table that he caught me. I madeit a personal note to wreck the bastard the next time we were on the tracktogether back then and I did.
Anyway back to the nervous teen sitting in front of me.Poor kid, he was sweating profusely.
“So buddy...I uh...wanted to talk to you about something.” Ileaned against the side of his sprint car.
“Yeah...I kind offigured that.”
“Do you know why?” I hedged.
