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Trixie\'s Guide to a Stick Shift	By : Fyredragon Category: +S to Z > Speed Racer Views: 2539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Trixie's Guide to a Stick Shift
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disclaimer: I don't own Speed
Racer nor its characters.
Author's note: Just a quick little
idea that popped into my head and I just had to see where I could
take it. ;)

Trixie's Guide to a Stick Shift

"Trixie, it's called a manual
transmission."
"Speed, you'd better shush
before I MAKE you go manual! Must everything be about YOU?!"
"But this is." Speed
stated matter-of-factly while pointing to the title.
"You know Speed, sometimes
you can be so---"
"Stunningly charming?"
Speed replied as he dropped his voice to a low growl.
"Hmph. Now where were we?
Ahh yes, this is my guide to a--"
Speed slowly peeled off his shirt
and slid his hands down his muscular chest. His hands progressed
lower to his pants. He ceased all motion and trained his deep
blue eyes onto his stupified girlfriend. "Stick shift...yes,
we got that...but you need a stick right?" He softly spoke
as one of his hands travelled ever lower and momentarily stopped
at his pants' button to gauge the observer's response.
"You...well...yes..."
Trixie vocally stumbled.
Speed smirked devillishly. The
ol' Racer charm worked every time. He mastered it before he even
mastered the Mach 5. But he wasn't about to give her even a tenth
of a second. His hand continued onward towards its destination.
With his eyes never leaving hers, he felt the lump he was seeking.
Reaching in...he pulled out the item of interest. "Need these
for your lesson?" Speed tried to say seductively, but broke
into a chuckle. In his hand, the Mach 5's keys shimmered in the
intruding sunlight.
"SPEED!" Trixie yelled
as her temper rose nearly as fast as her aroused state had been
trounced.
"Wrong stick I presume?"
Speed continued as he was suddenly torn between what he was intending
and what the keys represented. Anytime the Mach 5 was involved,
he was thrown into a sort of race mode. He glanced at the window
that, outside, the Mach 5 rested beneath. "Sorry baby, but
perhaps I can make it up to you? Com'mere."
"NO." Trixie replied
stubbornly and crossed her arms in her classic pout.
"Okay, have it your way."
Speed replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He reached over the
chair for his shirt once again.
"What are you doing?"
"Going."
"But what about my guide?!"
"You could call Sparky. I
think he has a stick you could borrow." Speed replied with
a wink.
"I DON'T WANT SPARKY YOU
STUBBORN BOY! I WANT YOU!" Trixie exclaimed then covered
her mouth once she realized what she had just blurted.
"Ahhh, the truth comes forth.
Perhaps we should return to the subject at hand then?" Speed
replied and continued where he had left off, tossing his shirt
back onto the chair. But this time, rather than raising the keys,
he passed them along his groin, only to stop at midpoint and seductively
began to undo his button and fly.
"This is where I take over."
Trixie stated as she approached her attention-stealing boyfriend.
She grabbed his wayward hand and the keys. "I'M driving this
time." she purred while leading him stumbling behind her
into her bedroom. Once there, she shoved him backwards to where
his legs caught the back of her bed, knocking him backward onto
the plush comforter.
Trixie followed him down and pried
the keys out of his fingers. She tossed them onto the nightstand
with a loud clang. Speed showed a quick sense of longing for the
loss of the item that bound him to the Mach 5 at all times. Trixie
was quick to read it. "Sorry Speed, the Mach 5 can't help
you this time." she raspily spoke as she climbed onto him
and caressed his chest. Speed made no attempt to move nor speak.
His eyes closed to half slits as he relished in the pleasure of
her attentive caresses.
"Now, onto my guide."
she said almost to herself as she slid her hands downward. Speed
gladly assisted her in removing his pants, but then returned to
a 'lay and see' position, his eyes watching her every move with
curious anticipation.
"Step One. Be sure the stick
is in the correct position before starting."
"Trix?"
"Yes, Speed?"
"You already forgot a step."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Make sure the parking
brake is released first." Speed replied as he slid his boxers
off.
"Oh YOU!" Trixie giggled
then returned to her tutorial. "Ahem, yes, the parking brake
must be released. Next, while foot on the brake, release the clutch."
Trixie stated. One of her slim hands continued to caress while
the other slid behind her to massage his tender testicles. Speed
acknowledged the sensation with raspy sigh. "Now, know your
vehicle well. For me, this one tends to be a bit fast and edgy...a
racer that's very sensitive to the touch yet highly responsive
to the accelerator. This means I have to take extra care to slow
this one down."
"But Trixie...ooooh, I..."
"Shush. Vehicles don't talk."
"But--"
"SSSSSHHHH. Don't interrupt.
I'm teaching. Not you."
Speed uttered a few words under
his breath, but complied with the request.
"Now, where were we once
again...oh yes, from the brake and clutch and right into first
gear. No need for neutral." Trixie spoke as her hand slid
to his velvety manhood and slowly slid along its length. There
was an immediate response from her eager boyfriend. His manhood
stiffend ever more in effort for even more attention. "Okay,
see what I mean about fast and responsive...and this is only FIRST
gear. Now, I will purposely stall to show you how to slow down
the fast reactions on a high accelerator model."
"Trixie, please no. Don't
stop." Speed pleaded.
"For once Speed, I DON'T
want you to live up to your namesake and racing ability."
she giggled as she slid off him and ceased all activities with
her hands. Speed groaned in disappointment. Trixie simply ignored
him and headed for the nightstand. She slid open a drawer and
grabbed a condom. She ripped the package open with her teeth,
spat the torn corner onto the floor, and returned to her 'vehicle.'
Speed had already moved further up upon the bed so his whole body
length was supported by the mattress.
"Okay, for this sleek, superfast
model, a little way to 'tone down' some of its reaction. Mind
you, not all models may respond the same way so you may have to
try something different with yours. This one works for mine...some
of the time." she said sweetly while sliding the condom onto
Speed's manhood.
"With my model, I can shift
immediately through second and into third." Trixie said as
she dropped her robe to reveal her own sleek curves. Speed watched
every motion. "Dangerous curves ahead. Lots of shifting required."
he laughed.
"Hmmmm....you think so eh?
I learned MUCH from your driving skills, Mr. Speed Racer."
she purred as she ran a finger down his cheek to his lips to quiet
him once again. She then slowly slid atop him, straddling him
while running her hands along his chest once again.
"Once in third, many models
will cruise and that gear will be the most you'll need on average
roads. But, for instructional purposes and being on a 'test' track,
I'm going to take my model into fourth and fifth gears rather
quickly so you'll understand how fast and responsive the high
performance models can be." she giggly purred while sliding
back and immediately inserting his manhood into herself. Speed
let out a satisfied sigh as the heat and sensation enveloped mind
and body. Slowly with a pulsating rhythm, she ascended and descended
upon his stiff shaft. He had also learned to match her motions
with his own thrusts in the opposite direction, thus enhancing
the pleasure factor for both. Heavy, raspy breaths were released
by both as the pace increased. Trixie was no longer able to narrate
her guide between the fast breaths her body required as it neared
climax.
Heavy breaths and groans filled
the room as nature took over in a primal dance of love. Speed,
ever the resourceful and skillfull young man that he was, found
a way to turn the tables slightly. Lost in her own world of passion,
she never really noticed that he had slowly shifted their positions
so that she was now resting upon the bed and he was on top, controlling
the entire event now. She reached her moment of climax first,
but Speed, feeling the throbbing bursts of the orgasm within her,
immediately followed with his own release. He then slid beside
her and both rested in the pleasure and satisfaction of the moment.
Many minutes later, both stirred.
"Thank you Speed! You were wonderful...as always."
"You're not finished yet."
he spoke softly.
"Hmmm?"
"Your tutorial. I think we
hit the 'pause' button halfway through."
Trixie gave her chuckling boyfriend
a puzzled look. "Where did we leave off?"
"You shifted into third or
fourth and you lost me from there. I was just the 'vehicle' remember?"
"Hmm...well, shifting into
the higher gears does cause one the possibility of losing one's
mind in the fury of speed and exhileration."
"You got that right babe!
Now, I need to go get cleaned up. I have to get the Mach 5 back
to Pops and Sparky before Pops blows a gasket for me delaying
another upgrade once again." Speed replied while rolling
off the bed and heading for her shower.
"Speed, wait! I'll join you!
I promised your mom I would help her prepare a big dinner for
all of us!" Trixie yelled as she dashed off to follow her
man into the shower.
Speed helped her suds up while
relishing in the smooth curves of her body. "What's next
teach?"
"Cornering." she purred
while pinning him against the wall and sliding up against him."
Fini.
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Trixie\'s Guide to a Stick Shift