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Fiona’s 18th [part 2 of 7]
By: Towtruck 73 (othello551183@hotmail.com)Fiona’s 18th
Fiona had been Dave Costello’s apprentice mechanic for nearly two years. She had literally blown in from hitchhiking her way from Perth. A chance stop at Dave’s Black Stump Roadhouse had her literally stumble into his workshop. He had been tuning a car at the time, and really could use an extra pair of hands at the time. Without so much as one word of instruction, she had solved the problem that he had been struggling with for the past fifteen minutes.
At the time, his apprentice had moved on to greener pastures and he found himself short staffed. A quick check of her references proved that her handiwork was no fluke. He hired her on the spot, and she’d been his right hand ever since.
Fiona had escaped from a home that might make Hell look like a picnic. A heroin addicted mother, a drunk and speed addicted father, she just couldn’t tolerate home any more. Dave was her boss, her mentor and her best friend all in one. Under his guidance, she blossomed from a shy, skinny 15-year-old teenager, to an independent, cocky mechanic. Not that he minded, both he and his customers found her cheeky sense of humour entertaining. Her long dark hair, dark eyes, subtle curves and pale complexion weren’t hard on the eye either.
Six months before her 18th birthday, Dave asked Fiona what sort of car she would like to have as her first car. Not sure whether I can afford to even build one, she replied, but an HZ panel van would be nice.
(For those of you unfamiliar with Australian cars, She is referring to the HZ Holden panel van. The front half of the car is based on a passenger vehicle, up to the edge of the front doors. To the rear, it is an enclosed van body that owes much of its appearance to the station wagon of the Kingswood model it is based on. Any further questions, and I’ll personally send you a photo)
A 308 V8 would be nice too, but again, I dunno whether I could afford it. When your 18th birthday comes up, I’ll help you. Your work here has been far too valuable to me not to acknowledge it. What I want you to do is draw or describe your dream. Bring the results to me tomorrow.
What are you up to? I want to help, so the more detail I have, the easier it will be to find what you want.
Under the pretence of buying stock for the workshop, Dave drove to Perth. He said he’d be gone a few days. He grabbed a copy of the Auto Trader, and began his search for Fiona’s dream car. Armed with a technical drawing-style sketch, he checked the attributes of the car she wanted:
308 cubic inch V8 5-speed manual Dual exhaust Headers Bucket seats Diablo Red in colour CD player 15×7 alloy wheels
After a solid day of searching, he found a panel van that matched the profile in all but three attributes; engine, transmission and colour. He paid $2,500 in cash for it, and drove it to a spray painter he knew and trusted. Mc Cauley’s Panel and Paint in Midland, towards the edge or the Perth metro area. Bob Mc Cauley, the manager looked at Dave in disbelief.
Aren’t you a little past picking up chicks off the street? he teased. It’s not for me, it’s for my apprentice. Her birthday is coming up. Paint it Diablo Red, black out the bonnet and window frames, and give it a Caprice front end. (The Caprice is the long wheelbase luxury version of a Kingswood) Ok Dave. Are you shagging her or something? No, she’s just had a rough life. I want to show her that the entire world isn’t out to get her. Besides she’s almost young enough to be my daughter. When is her birthday? February 1st. See to it that it’s finished by then. Is six months enough? I’ll have it done by the end of the month. I may need you to hide it here. Will that be ok? Sure, I’ll just throw a rug over it when I’m finished. first time lezbiens stories
Dave returned to the roadhouse with his stock, and a tired-looking Holden V8 engine and transmission on a trailer. What’s that? asked Fiona, gesturing at the trailer. A project, replied Dave, You said you wanted a 308 for your panel van. You have to start somewhere, why not at the engine? Does it run? Dunno. You’ll have to bench it and find out.
As it’s your birthday, I am giving you a present. But you have to go to Midland to collect it. At 10am, the bus is arriving to collect you. When you reach Midland, take a cab to this address. He wrote the address or Mc Cauley’s, and stuffed $400 cash in her pocket. Please Dave, she protested, you don’t have to give me cash as well. Just in case. You might run into trouble or something. If you feel guilty about it, bring back what you don’t use.
Bob Mc Cauley spotted her immediately. I was sent by Dave Costello, she said, I believe he left something here for me. Come through. He grabbed the cotton cover on the panel van, throwing it over the back in a dramatic fashion. Happy birthday. Hope you enjoy this one. Before I forget, he left a note on the dashboard.
Fiona sat in the driver’s seat, and reached for an envelope taped to the dashboard. The note inside read:
To the greatest apprentice I’ve ever had: thanks for all your help. May this car serve you well
Dave
Fiona sat speechless for a moment. A tear rolled down her cheek. Are you ok? asked Bob. I’m just very touched. Nobody in my entire life has ever done this much for me.
He even gave me $400 before I got on the bus. Well there’s a $400 storage fee on this car. What? Just jokin. You’ll need at least some of that to fill it up and get home. Dave and I are friends from high school. He’s always been like this. If you break his heart, you’ll be answering to me. Not on your life Mr. Mc Cauley. I could never hurt him in any way.
Fiona arrived back at the roadhouse at midday the next day. She pulled up at the workshop, and found Dave, head down, bum up in the engine bay of an old Landcruiser. Hearing the familiar engine note, he stood up. Fiona ran over and hugged him. Thankyou Dave, I had no idea you went to so much trouble. No trouble at all, he replied, Bob only charged me for the paint, the car itself cost me bugger all. Let’s see you have a go at putting that engine and transmission in it. Why you sneaky bugger! she teased, you had me thinking I’d be starting from the ground up. At least this way, you can take your time on that engine. Make it a real fire-breather. So is she to your satisfaction? Absolutely! I was going to start with a 6-cylinder anyway for the sake of being practical.
No offence, but a third-year apprentice isn’t exactly swimming with cash. None taken. But I have to ask, have you got anywhere or anyone to break it in with? Eh? Oh, I’ll find a bloke somewhere I have to admit, I’ll be envious of your next boyfriend. I will take you to the Norseman Hotel tonight to celebrate your 18th. You drive your panel van, I’ll drive the tow truck. If you’re too drunk to drive home, I’ll either tow you both home, or you can sleep in the car park.
That evening, Fiona drove to the Norseman Hotel, with Dave tailing her. The barman immediately asked her, let’s see some ID love.
He knew her well enough to know she’d just turned 18, but couldn’t resist the urge to tease her about it. She flashed her driver’s licence at him.
Unknown to Fiona, Dave had brought some of her friends and relatives to the party. People she hadn’t seen since leaving high school, and some relatives that she hadn’t seen for more than a decade. One bloke in particular caught her eye. Rod Butler had been in many of her mechanical workshop classes in high school. He had a crush on her back then, but didn’t have the nerve to ask her out at the time. They’d always been the best of friends, yet they lost touch when she quit school.
Between her deadbeat parents, running a household and working, she hadn’t time to keep an active social life.
Rod, what are you doing here? Could say the same of you Fiona. I heard you ‘escaped’ but nobody knew where to. Me, I’m an apprentice boilermaker welder for one of the mines in Norseman. I’m an apprentice mechanic at the Black Stump Roadhouse. I’m truly sorry I couldn’t keep in touch, but everything got away from me. Are you ok to have a bourbon with me, or are you driving? Nah, there’s a crew bus to take me home in the morning. You’re looking great these days. You too. Since when did you turn into a brick shithouse? Since I had the time and tools to do it. You’re looking gorgeous yourself. She blushed. You know, I’d swear you had the hots for me in high school. As if, teased Rod, but now, I’m not so sure.
As the night wore on, Fiona and Rod’s inhibitions withered with their alcohol intake. Although neither of them were staggering in a drunken stupor, they both knew they were too drunk to drive. They partied on with the other guests, before making excuses to leave. Fiona told Dave not to wait for him, she’d be sleeping in the panel van tonight.
I should point out at this point that Fiona is a virgin. Definitely not because she’s ugly or shy, she just hasn’t had an opportunity she’s comfortable with. Seeing Rod in his tanned, muscled form made her feel horny. She could feel her panties getting damp. Under the pretence of showing him her car, she led him to her panel van. She slid into the driver’s seat, and unlocked the passenger door. Great van, noted Rod. He sat in the passenger’s seat, and stared into her eyes. Without a spoken word between them, they kissed. A slow, sensual touch of each other’s lips. Fiona slid her tongue into his mouth, rubbing his with gentle strokes. Do you have any.. you know? Frangers? Sure. Didn’t think I was getting laid tonight but then again. Be gentle with me. Never was into pain anyway, giving or receiving.
Rod and Fiona clambered into the back, and drew the curtains on the windows. By the moonlight that filtered through, Rod unbuttoned her blouse. He smiled when he saw her 28C boobs, restrained by only a crop top. He lifted the skimpy crop top, and began to work on her nipples. They hardened under the gentle touch of his tongue.
She undid his shirt and unzipped his fly. She could feel a growing bulge in the front of his briefs, and wondered how she could accommodate something so big. She pulled down his jeans, taking his underwear with them. Even by this dim light, he could see that Rod was well hung, up to about eight inches.
Rod stripped off his clothes, and took off Fiona’s jeans. The damp patch in the front of her panties reeked of her musky arousal. He pulled them down, and parted her knees. Seeing her so damp and turned on made him lick her out with a passion. Before long, Fiona arched her back, and moaned softly as she orgasmed.
Lie back, she suggested, sorry if what I’m about to do doesn’t work, but I’ll make it worth your while.
Rod lay on his back as instructed, and Fiona crouched between his legs. She ran her tongue from the back of his balls to the tip of his cock on a slow teasing motion. She then swirled her tongue around his cock, before gently sucking on the head. She then managed to fit half of his dick in her mouth, going up and down on him in steady strokes. Rod closed his eyes and took deep breaths, his expression one of pleasure.
What do you like? asked Rod, doggy, cowgirl, missionary? Surprise me. She replied. At that suggestion, she lay back and took in the sight of his muscled frame, and rock-hard tool.
He supported himself on his elbows, and lined himself up with her pussy. The head of his cock nudged at her opening, slowly stretching it. She felt a brief sting as her hymen broke, but as he slid in further, she felt nothing but pleasure. His gentle persuasion approach worked well for her. He took a while to gather momentum, as if he were teasing her. Once her hit full speed, she felt wave after wave of pleasure. As one climax faded, another seemed to rise to take its place. She’d had this feeling before sometimes when she’d masturbated, but having someone else involved in the process made it much more intense. Without realising she was doing it, she moaned loudly.
Good girl, teased Rod, ride them waves.
Fiona propped herself up on all fours, and Rod slipped into her for an enthusiastic doggie session. Seeing her tight arse pushed Rod over the edge, and he could feel his balls tightening. He pulled out, whipped off the condom, and came violently over her back and her arse. first time seduction stories
They both collapsed onto the mattress. Fiona pulled a sheet over them both. She hugged him in a warm cuddle, and kissed him. Rod, have you ever fucked a virgin? None that I know of. Why? You just did. And thanks for making it a great experience. Dave told me it was your birthday. I didn’t have time to find a present, so this was the next best thing. Then that was an equal with the best birthday present I ever got. What was that? We’re lying in the back of it. We’ve been set up Fiona. I told Dave about my crush on you in high school. We have, but I don’t mind at all. He’s got a heart of gold.
