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WARNING:  Adult content--If you shouldn't read this type of thing, well,
then don't.

Author's note:  I wrote this today while taking a break from my normal
novel piece.  This was, in part, inspired by a story I read by Uncle
Sky.  I've had this story line rolling around in my head for awhile now,
but wasn't ever really sure what to do with it.  After reading Uncle
Sky's work, I knew.  Here it is.

If you liked it, hated it, or just plain don't give a crap,  email me
about it.  Islador at Lycos dot com

(note to ASSM moderators:  It has been mentioned that the Lycos adds are
quite annoying, could you guys remove that before posting this please, 
thank you)

Islador

This story is pure fiction!  Copyright 2005 Islador  All rights reserved 
Do not repost this without prior written consent.

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The Best Mechanic

Let me tell you about the best mechanic I've ever found.  She is
very gifted when it comes to engines and knowing when something
needs to be tweaked or left alone.  Her name is Tommi, but the
day I met her, I had no idea she was a girl.  Tommi was just
another one of those faceless rug-rats that run up and down the
street I live on.  I ignore them, or least I try to.  They play
soccer in the street and every now and then, one of them manages
to hit my truck or my car, if it happens to be out of the garage
when I'm tinkering on it.  I jump out from underneath the car and
yell at those little bastards to stop playing in front of my
house.  There's the usual grumbling and cursing under their
breath, but none of them has ever disobeyed me when I did it.
  
Once in a while, one of the parents would come over and piss and
moan about how I was talking to their kids, and I would politely
tell them to fuck off and go teach your worthless offspring to
behave themselves.  I don't have kids, never wanted to.  They are
a drain on the pocketbook and I don't need that.  I have the one
and only love of my life in the garage, my 1971 Dodge Daytona. 
Well, now I have two loves, but we're getting to that.

The thing about the Daytona and the more widely known Plymouth
Superbird, is that most car buffs either hate them or love them,
its mostly hate.  They are huge cars, over twenty feet long, with
a sloped nose and a three-foot tall wing on the back.  The ugly
ducklings of the muscle car genre.  However, they are one of the
fastest cars ever made by the Chrysler Corporation, due to one of
the two best engines ever made; the 426 Hemi or the 440 cubic
inch powerhouses.  My Daytona has the 426 Hemi and I love her. 
She's midnight blue with matte black racing stripes and has black
leather interior.  Well, enough about my first love.

I met Tommi on a warm spring day.  It was absolutely beautiful,
not a cloud in the sky.  That meant kids running and screaming
all over the place while I was going to be working on the Baby. 
I had her parked outside in the driveway and I was underneath
her, changing the oil and getting her ready for the Spring Fling
Muscle Car Rally.  I always manage to win something when I take
her, and I get to talk to all the other MOPAR nuts out there. 
So, just as I was reaching for the grease gun I heard the fight
start.  I cursed and pulled myself out from under the car and
went to go see what crap I was going to have to deal with this
time.
  
There were about five or six teenage boys pushing and shoving a
smaller boy around, I guessed his age at around ten or maybe a
year older.  I was about to shout at them when the biggest of the
bunch hauled off and sucker punched the little blonde haired kid.
 That really pissed me off; I hate bully's, especially
chickenshit ones who use tactics like that.  I raced over to the
group and hollered at the top of my lungs,

"Get your sorry fuckin' asses out of my street!"  I grabbed the
bully by the scruff of the neck and shook him.  "If I ever see
you do that again, I'll give it right back to you twice as hard.
Do you understand me you little fuck?"

Well, needless to say, he did.  He and his pals went tearing off
to do what ever it is they do when they get caught.  I reached
down and helped the small kid up and that's when I found out that
it was a girl.  That bastard was so lucky that I hadn't known
when I had him in my hands.  Well, maybe I was the lucky one; I'd
have been sitting in jail for beating a minor if I had.

I helped her up and brushed her off and made sure she wasn't
bleeding anywhere.  She was still crying and didn't show any
signs of stopping.

"Hey, are you all right?  Do you want me to call your mom and
dad?"  When I said that she shot me a look of pure terror and
shook her head.

"NO!  Don't do that, please, sir."  Sir?  Well, the kid had
manners.
  
"Okay, I won't.  Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah."  Whew!  I didn't need to baby-sit some rug-rat.  But,
that's what ended up happening anyway. 
 
"Good."  I stood up and started walking back to my driveway when
I heard her follow me.

"Look kid, I'm glad you're okay, but I have things to do and you
need to find some other place to go play."

"Um, sir?  I can't.  Can I just stand over there and I won't
bother you at all."  Shit!  Well, why not?  She can't hurt
anything if she stands next to my mailbox.

"Okay.  Fine, you can stand over there.  Just don't bother me,
okay?"

"I won't, sir, I promise."  Well, the kid sounded sincere.  Fuck
it.  I went back to my Baby and resumed putting the grease into
the joints.  I forgot about the kid and just kept working. 
Eventually I got thirsty out in the sun and I crawled out from
under the car and went inside to get me a giant glass of iced
tea.  I never drink beer when I'm working on my Baby, I might
make a mistake or forget something.  When I came back outside, I
noticed that the kid was still standing next to my mailbox and
she was looking at my iced tea as I walked back to the car. 
Shit.  I'm not a mean person, really.

"You want something to drink, kid?"

"Please, sir, if its not too much trouble."  There went that
'sir' stuff again.  Well, for a kid, she had manners and that
made her okay in my book.

"Yeah, okay.  Why don't you come over here onto the porch and sit
in the shade and I'll get you some ice water."  I turned around
and went to get her a glass.  When I came back out, I spotted the
group of bully's lurking around the house up the street and they
were looking in my direction.

"Here.  What's your name kid?"

"Tommi, sir. Thank you for the water."

"Hi, Tommi, my name's Charley."  We shook hands, her tiny hand
disappearing into mine.  "What's up with those other kids?  Why
were they picking on you?"

"I don't know, Mister Charley."  Mister?  Damn, the kid does have
manners.  I looked up and saw that the group was still hiding and
waiting.

"Bullshit, Tommi.  Those boys are hiding over there just waiting
for you to leave."  She looked at the ground and started to
sniffle.  Oh, crap.  I hate crybabies. 
 
"Its because my dad sells drugs and he short changed them."  HOLY
SHIT!  I don't need this kind of crap around me.  I did feel
sorry for the kid, though. 

"Well, I'm not sure what to do about you, Tommi.  I don't want to
see you get beat up, but you can't stay here for much longer."

"I'll sneak away like I normally do, Mister Charley."  Crap. 
Well, at least the kid knows how to take care of herself. 

"Okay, Tommi.  Just stay up here on the porch."  She nodded and I
went back to work.  An hour later I was done and cleaned
everything up, put the tools away and I was ready to give her a
spin.  The bully's were still waiting and Tommi hadn't left yet.
I knew if I drove away, they'd be on her in a second.  Crap.

"Come on, Tommi, I'll give you a ride."  Her eyes lit up and she
smiled.

"Thank you, Mister Charley."  She scooted off the porch and came
over to the car.  I opened the door and let her in.  I glanced
over at the others and they were giving me an evil look. 
Fuck'em.  Little bastards.  I slid in behind the wheel and fired
up Baby.  She rumbled to life and the neighborhood was no longer
quiet.  I let her idle for a minute, warming up the engine.  I
revved her a few times, making her roar and cackle as she let
everyone know, there was massive horsepower under that hood
itching to be let loose.  I pushed in the clutch and put her into
reverse, slowly backing her out of the driveway.  I straightened
the wheel and lined her up with the stop sign four blocks down. 
I revved her up to about 6500 RPM and popped the clutch.

We slammed back into our seats and twin tails of white smoke
trailed behind us as we shot down the street.  Tommi was
hollering something but I couldn't hear her over the sound of the
Hemi throwing us through 120 mph and faster.  When we got to the
three-block mark I let off the gas and started feathering the
brakes.  We had hit 150 mph before I let off.  The cackle and
popping from the pipes echoed off the houses.  When I got her
slowed down and I pulled up to the stop sign, I looked over at
Tommi.  She was giggling and hopping in her seat.

"WOW!  That was FUN!"

"Yeah, that was, wasn't it?" 

I did it to show off, of course.  That and to let those little
pricks that had been waiting for her to leave, to piss off.  I
normally don't do that with Baby, but every now and then I let
her loose and show her stuff.  Plus, that burned up four gallons
of 115-octane race gas and probably took off a quarter inch of
rubber from the tires.  At that moment, I didn't care.  The sound
of Tommi giggling and the look on her face was worth it all. 
Damn, am I getting soft in my old age?  Screw it, that really was
fun.

"Well, Tommi, where to?"  The smile faded from her face and she
looked down at the floor mats.

"Mister Charley, I don't want to go home.  They'll be looking for
me there."  Damn.  

"Alright, Tommi.  I'll let you ride shotgun with me while I take
Baby for cruise around town."

"Thank you, Mister Charley."  I just nodded and off we went.  I
gave her the grand tour of cruise spots and she was full of
questions about all the different cars.  We chatted about Baby
and compared her to some of the other muscle cars out on the
strip that night.  None of the other drivers ever questioned me
about Tommi being in the car.  I never offered any explanations.
I didn't feel guilty about her being there; I just didn't feel
like explaining it all.

Well, after that night, Tommi was over at my place every time I
had Baby out of the garage.  She asked questions and I taught her
about taking care of a high performance hotrod.  She would hand
me tools and eventually she got to the point of getting her hands
greasy and doing some minor work that I would allow.  She never
mentioned her father again, and I never asked.  I did have to
periodically yell or rough up one of the neighborhood bully's for
pushing Tommi around.  By the end of the summer, I had a sidekick
at the car shows and a mechanic in training.  I didn't mind
really, she was a nice kid and she was always polite to
everybody.

  Some of the people we talked to at the car shows would assume
that Tommi was my daughter and compliment me on how smart and
pretty she was.  After the first time of trying to explain how
Tommi wasn't my kid and why she was hanging out with me, well,
let's just say the looks I got weren't polite, but suspicious. 
That was the first time I had ever given any thought to how it
looked for her to be around me like that all the time and not be
my daughter.  So, I stopped correcting them and Tommi seemed to
be happy about it.  After that, Tommi would occasionally call me
'daddy'.  At first I was uncomfortable with that.  ME?  A father?
 Shit on a stick, I never wanted that.  After a few times, I
mellowed out about it and decided if it made things easier for
people to accept about Tommi and me together, well, it couldn't
be all that tough to get used to hearing.

  One day, things changed for me and I think back on that day,
wondering if I had handled it differently, where would I be now?
My relationship with Tommi went from 'car buddy' to something
more.

I was under the Baby again, as usual, and Tommi was squatting
next to my legs handing me tools.  I had to replace the u-joints
on the drive shaft and that is not an easy job by yourself.  I
was trying to figure out how to best handle the job and I started
to daydream.  I don't know why, I just did.  I was thinking about
that cute little brunette I had run into the night before at the
strip.  Tommi had been with me and had sat silent in the seat
next to me while I had hit on her and we had flirted.  I normally
don't have any problems getting dates while cruising the strip in
Baby.  Most women will walk up and ask about the odd looking car
and I can 'close the deal' in short order.  I have gotten laid or
at least a blowjob in the large rear seat of Baby more times than
I can count.

I must have been thinking of doing that with the brunette,
because I suddenly felt a light finger trace the outline of my
stiffening shaft that was crawling down my pant leg.  The shock
of that touch brought me out of my daydream and I jumped,
promptly knocking my forehead against the frame.

"OWWW!  SHIT!  Tommi!  What the hell?"  I wiggled my way out from
under the car and looked at her.

"Sorry, daddy."  She was blushing beet red.

"Tommi, you shouldn't have touched me like that.  Somebody could
have seen you and I'd be in a world of shit." 

"I'm sorry, daddy.  I didn't mean to make you hurt yourself like
that."

"It's okay, Tommi, I'm not bleeding.  But why'd you do that?"

"I don't know.  I just saw it grow and I thought it looked neat.
It made me feel funny to watch it do that."

Oh, shit.  What do I do now?  What do I say?  I have no parenting
skills.  I never wanted the job and never thought about how it
was supposed to work.

"Um, yeah, well, um.  It does that occasionally.  Don't worry
about it."  

I hoped that would be the end of the whole thing.  I laid my head
back down on the padded rest and slid back under the car.  I
figured out where I wanted to start on the u-joint replacement
and asked Tommi for the tool to use.  She didn't say anything
more about the touch and I didn't either.  I went through the
process of removing the first set of attachments.  When the part
didn't want to budge I shifted and really put some force on the
wrench.  Tommi held my legs down to keep me from sliding off the
crawler sled.  It finally broke loose and I was able to get the
first ring off.  I noticed that Tommi hadn't removed her hand
from my leg, but I didn't say anything.  I went back to working
on getting the rest of the parts loose.  

When I had that end of the drive-shaft off and lying on the
driveway, I took a break.  I slid out from under the car and
caught Tommi looking at my crotch as I moved off the crawler. 
Damn.  I got up and went into the house to get something to drink
and cool off.  Tommi came inside with me.  We sat at the table
and drank our ice water and enjoyed the AC.  I sat there and
thought about what to do.  I was hoping that just ignoring it
would make it go away, but that wasn't happening.  For the first
time I looked at Tommi as a young woman and not my buddy who just
happened to be a girl.

She had filled out a little over the summer; she had lumps on her
chest now.  As I looked, those lumps grew points and they pressed
against the t-shirt she was wearing.  I glanced up and she was
watching me stare at her chest.  It was my turn to blush.  I
looked away and didn't say anything.  The sight of those small
breasts was etched into my mind.  I had never liked big tits. 
They were okay to look at when they were bound up in a bra, but
let loose, they just sagged and I didn't particularly get off on
that.  Nope, if a woman had A's or B's, I was hooked.  I felt
that light finger trace around my shaft again and my head snapped
around to look at Tommi.  She had a shy smile and was blushing.

"Tommi, I don't think that's a good idea." 

 Oh, god.  What do I do now?  How do I stop this?  I liked Tommi,
she was a great kid, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"I did this to you, didn't I?" 

I reached down to remove her hand from my lap, but she rubbed her
hand back and forth along it and I couldn't help it, I groaned. 
I was also fully hard now and it hurt to have it trapped inside
my jeans.  

"Tommi, please, don't.  We can't do this.  You're too young, I
could go to jail."

"I would never tell, daddy.  I love you."

Oh god!  Those words seared themselves into my mind.  The feeling
of her hand rubbing me and those eyes looking up at me.  I was
lost.  She came over and sat in my lap and continued to rub my
shaft through my jeans and she leaned against my chest, wrapping
her other arm around my back.  She hugged me and looked up into
my face.  I knew what she was waiting for.  I thought about that.
 I thought about what Tommi meant to me and how I really felt
about her.  I did love her in a strange way.  Before it had been
friendship.  As strange as that may sound, we had been friends. 
I hoped we still were.  Now there was something new and it did
feel good.  Oh, god help me, it felt really good.  

"I love you too, Tommi." 

She hugged me tighter and smiled so big, it made me feel good
inside to make her that happy.  I slowly reached up and gently
caressed her breasts through her shirt.  I could feel those
little nipples; they were hard as ball bearings.  Tommi moaned
and her head fell back.  I looked down at her face, so pretty. 
Why hadn't I ever really noticed before?  I continued to rub her
breasts and I leaned down and kissed her throat.  She moaned
again as my tongue slid across her skin.  She had a death grip on
my shaft now and it hurt.  I had to move or do something before
it became unbearable.  

I slid my arms underneath her and lifted her off my lap.  I stood
up and carried her into the living room and set her on the couch.
 She looked disappointed and pouted when I started to leave the
room.

"I thought you loved me, daddy."

"God, I do, Tommi.  I have to change these pants, they're killing
me."

I went into my bedroom and started taking off my jeans.  I had a
small wet spot on the front of my boxer shorts.  I pulled open a
drawer to get a pair of loose cut-offs when I felt a hand on my
dick.  I looked down and Tommi had followed me into the bedroom
and had snuck up behind me and was now grabbing my dick through
the opening of my boxers.

"That feels nice, daddy.  It's so warm and hard.  I like it, a
lot."

I watched, frozen with fear and lust as she pulled it out and
touched the tip with her other finger.  It came away trailing a
thin line of pre-cum as she brought that finger to her mouth and
licked it.  This was so surreal, I wasn't sure it was happening.
That all changed when Tommi leaned forward and licked the head of
my dick.  The sensation sent a shiver through my body and I heard
a deep moan inside the room echoing off the walls.  That moan was
from me as Tommi continued to lick my shaft.  I looked back down
and watched as Tommi opened wide and tentatively slid the head of
my dick into her mouth.  That really sent me into a dizzy spell
and I had to grab onto the dresser to stay upright.

Tommi swirled her tongue around the head and flicked it back and
forth against the underside.  I was in heaven.  The sight of her
pretty face, those big green eyes, and that short blonde hair; it
was an extremely erotic image.  The best part was her cute mouth
open and stretched around my dick.  She couldn't get much more
than the head in her mouth.  I'm not porn star big, but I'm not
small either.  

She was humming and looking up at me and I was in love.  I
reached down and caressed the side of her face with my fingertips
as she licked and sucked on me.  She tried to smile but with her
mouth so stretched it didn't work.  She nicked me with her teeth
and I had to stop her.  I could tell her mouth wasn't used to
doing this and she had tired quickly.  I picked her up and
carried her over to the bed.  I gently laid her down and I slid
in next to her.  I caressed her breasts, leaned down and kissed
her softly on the lips.  I kissed her jaw and then her neck, she
moaned and arched her back, pushing her chest against my hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this Tommi?"

"Yes, daddy.  I love you and I want to do this with you."

I nodded and slowly slid her shirt up over her head, revealing
her small tits.  They were just at an A-cup and the nipples were
the size of a pencil eraser.  They were as hard as that too.  I
leaned down and kissed them, softly sucking on the skin along her
ribs.  I used my fingertips and grazed her nipples with them,
gently circling my finger around them.  She moaned and shuddered
as I gently took one nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue
around it, using my lips to squeeze it.  I did the same to the
other one and continued to switch back and forth.  Tommi's moans
were getting louder and her breathing was getting quicker.  I
could tell she was getting close to having an orgasm.  

I reached down with one hand and unsnapped the button on her
jeans and unzipped them.  I slid my hand inside and under her
panties, I inched my fingertips down until I felt her peach fuzz.
 I rubbed my fingers through it, reveling in the super soft
texture of her fine hair.  I slid my fingers lower until I
reached the top of her cleft.  Using my index and middle finger I
slid them down on either side of her hood.  I could feel how
swollen and hard her clit was underneath.  I started to massage
it, back and forth along her clit, using light pressure so as to
not over stimulate her and cause pain.  The last thing in the
world I wanted to do was cause her any pain.

I continued to use my lips to nibble her breasts and I used my
two fingers to stroke her clit through her hood.  It didn't take
but a few minutes of this and her breathing caught and her back
arched completely off the bed and she froze like that for a split
second and then she fell back onto the bed in a quivering
shuddering heap.  Her arms and legs quivered and her voice was
barely above a whisper.

"OHHH  DADDY!!" 

Her breathing slowly returned and she eventually opened her eyes
and looked up at me.  I smiled; she was so beautiful when she
orgasmed, and the afterglow made her gorgeous.  

"WOW!  I never thought it would feel that good, daddy."

I'm happy that you enjoyed it so much.  I laid down next to her
and she curled up against me.  She reached out and took my still
hard shaft in her hands and slowly stroked it.  I hummed and
kissed her forehead.  She shifted and sat up, keeping my shaft in
her hand.  She looked over to me and I smiled and nodded.  She
lowered her mouth onto the head of my dick and licked around the
crown.  This sent an immediate jolt right through me.  I moaned
and my eyes rolled back into my head as she flicked her tongue
into the slit.  I jerked and grunted when she swirled her tongue
along the top of my shaft just below the head.  She used both
hands and stroked my shaft and sucked and licked the head.  I
could feel that itch start deep inside the pit of my stomach and
I knew it wouldn't be long.  

My hips were pumping up in time with her strokes and I couldn't
breathe.  I felt it start and I started to say something when she
reached down with one hand and cupped my balls.  I never got a
word out before I started to shoot into her mouth.  My breath
shot out of me in a grunt and my body shook; I couldn't feel my
feet.  Tommi tried to swallow the first shot but it hit her in
the back of the throat and she coughed and gagged.  She pulled
her mouth off the head and the rest of my orgasm spurted onto her
face and hair.  When I had recovered slightly; I slowly raised my
head to look at her and she was blushing and smiling at me with
my cum running down her cheek and off her chin.  It was the most
striking image I've ever seen.  

I slowly got up and went into the bathroom and got a warm
washcloth and wiped her face.  I tossed it onto the floor and
slid back down with her on the bed.  She slid on top of me and
laid her head on my chest.  We cuddled like that for a few
minutes.

"Tommi, how did you know how to do that to me?"

"I've watched the porn tapes that my dirtbag real father leaves
around the house."

"So, why did you want to do that stuff with me?"

"Because I love you and I wanted to find out if it really felt as
good as it looked when I watched the movies."

"You feel okay?  No regrets?"

"Oh, no! Daddy, I loved it.  It felt better than I thought it
would."

"Okay, I'm just making sure.  I never want to hurt you."

"I know, daddy.  That's why it felt so good."

We eventually got up and got dressed and went back outside and
finished that u-joint swap.  Tommi and I became regular lovers. 
Sometimes the maintenance on Baby was a little behind schedule
because of it.  I did take her down to the free clinic and she
got on the pill so that nothing would happen when we went
further.  Perhaps one day I'll tell you about that special day. 
Tommi and I are still together.  Next month she turns eighteen
and she's been talking about getting married.  Well, shit.  Who
would have ever thought that would happen?  I didn't.  Now,
though, I have the best mechanic a man could ever hope to have.

                 

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