The Best Mechanic by Islador

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 where I live.  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 comes over to piss and moan about how I yelled at their kids.  I 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; 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 two 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 Wedge powerplants.  My Daytona has the 426 Hemi and I love her.  She’s midnight blue with matte black racing stripes and has a 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 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.  Well, 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 bullies, 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 shit?”

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 the shit out of a minor if I had.

I helped her up and brushed her off and made sure she wasn’t bleeding anywhere.  She was 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 now, 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?  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.”  

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 heat 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 it’s 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 bullies 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. 
 
“It’s because my dad sells drugs and they think 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 Baby a spin.  The bullies 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.  She crawled into the deep bucket of the race seat and looked very confused at the complicated racing harness seatbelts.  I flipped the five-point harness straps over her shoulders and cinched them down tight against Tommi’s small frame.  She looked up at me with nervous eyes when I reached down and pulled the fifth strap up through her legs, but when I simply latched it into the center connector, she relaxed.  She looked so small sitting in that bucket seat.  The straps were almost too long to effectively hold her in place.

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 went about strapping myself into my seat as the engine warmed up.  I flipped the arming switch on the fire suppression system that sat in place of the center console.  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 second block, I took my foot off the gas pedal and started feathering the brakes.  We had hit 150 mph before I let off.  The cackle and popping from the exhaust 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, and to let those little pricks that had been waiting for her, know to piss off.  I normally don’t do that with Baby on public streets, 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 a 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.  Tommi was a natural at being a mechanic.  She was meticulous about how the tools were arranged in the toolbox.  She always put things back right where she had gotten them.  I rarely had to explain things more than once.  She became invaluable to me doing work on the car.  Her tiny hands could get into places where mine could not.  She saved me from hours of frustrating piecework when she could do things like that.  

As hard as it seems to believe, we became friends.  I stopped looking at Tommi like a little rug-rat and started treating her like an equal.  I found myself talking to her like an adult, not a kid.  She would sometimes revert to child-like behavior if I reprimanded her for something, usually for trying to sneak sips of my beer when the work was done and clean up was in progress.  For the most part, we just talked about the car or an upcoming race.  She never mentioned her father again, and I never asked.  

I did have to periodically yell or rough up one of the neighborhood bullies for pushing Tommi around; they eventually got the hint that she was untouchable.  By the end of the summer, I had a sidekick at the car shows and a mechanic in training.  She was a regular in my pit at the track.  She impressed the other drivers with her knowledge of car types and mechanical ability.  She would occasionally help out with another mechanic and earn a pat on the head and thanks.  I didn’t mind really, she was a nice kid and she was always polite to everybody.  She would return sometimes with a pouting lip and a bad temper when someone would treat her like the child she looked like, and not the mechanic that she was becoming.

  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 the first 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.

When I won a local race and was being escorted to the winner’s circle, I picked up Tommi and sat her on the fender.  When the TV cameras and reporters were asking me how I had won, I pointed to Tommi and told them that if it hadn’t been for my awesome mechanic and pit boss, I wouldn’t have won.  I let Tommi hold the trophy while they took our picture.  You should have seen her.  Her chest was pushed out, her chin in the air, and the most satisfied and proud smile on her face.  It wasn’t false praise on my part.  She really had helped me win that race and she deserved all the praise and credit where it was due.

The only time I had trouble out of Tommi was when I would have a date and I would send her off to go home.  She was sullen and very petulant for a couple days after I would have a woman over at my house.  I just chalked it up to the fact that she didn’t like competition for my attention.  Since I didn’t let any of my dates stick around for very long, it wasn’t that big of a deal to me how Tommi acted.  She would ask me about them a few days later.  I wouldn’t say much; just that I had fun and that was that.  I didn’t feel comfortable talking about such things with Tommi.  Yeah, she was my friend, but she was still a kid and I didn’t like talking about that subject with her.

  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 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 flirted with the brunette.  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 several times.

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 growing 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.  This was my friend and mechanic sitting there, not my ‘child’.

“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 her touching me 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 my position to get some leverage 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 air conditioning.  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 smaller breasts 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 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 slid out of her chair and crawled into my lap and continued to rub my shaft through my jeans.  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 a friendship.  As strange as that may sound, we were friends.  I hoped that wouldn’t change.  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 hugged her back; holding her small body against mine felt different now.  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; she really was beautiful.  Why hadn’t I ever really noticed before?  I continued to rub her breasts and I leaned down to kiss 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.  But 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; she was 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 beautiful face, those big blue-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.    

She was humming and looking up at me; 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.  She 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 next to her.  I caressed her breasts, and then leaned down to kiss 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 breasts.  Her tiny nipples were stiff and protruding.  I leaned down and kissed her chest, softly sucking on the skin along her ribs.  Using light pressure, I grazed her nipples, gently circling my finger around them.  Goosebumps rose all over her flushed skin.  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, slowly switching back and forth.  Tommi’s moans were getting louder and her breath hissed out of her throat.  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 reached the hair above her mound.  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 lightly squeezed her hood between my fingers, and then I started to massage it back and forth along her clit.  Using light pressure, so as to not over-stimulate and cause pain, I rubbed and squeezed her clit through the hood.  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 as I slid my two fingers along 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; she froze like that for a split second and then 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 to normal 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 stretched out 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.

“Only if you want to, Tommi.  I won’t make you do anything.”

She lowered her mouth onto the head of my dick and licked around the foreskin.  This sent an immediate jolt right through me.  I moaned and my eyes rolled back 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 it.  Her tiny hands were barely able to encircle my shaft, but she tried.  She 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 that itch surge 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 into her hair.  When I had recovered slightly; I slowly raised my head to look at her and she was blushing and smiling up at me with my cum running down her cheek.  It was the most striking image I’ve ever seen.  I will never forget the look of satisfaction on her face with my cum dripping off her chin.  

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

“Tommi, how did you know what to do to me?”

“I’ve watched the porn tapes and read the magazines that my dirtbag father leaves around the house.”

“So, why did you want to do that 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?”

“No, Daddy, I loved it.”

“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.  We 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 Tommi down to the free clinic and she got on the pill.  I didn’t mind her calling me ‘Daddy’, but the real thing scared me.  A little while later, Tommi offered me the ultimate gift, her virginity.  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 could happen?  I didn’t.  But now, I have the best mechanic a man could ever hope to have.