Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

11. The Land Down Under

"Christ Emmie, I can't walk properly. My fanny is so fucking sore," Libby complained down the phone to her sister the following afternoon as she lay back on her bed staring at the ceiling. "That man is hung like a fucking donkey!"

Libby heard her sister snort with laughter. Libby joined in even though she wasn't joking in the slightest. Seb had left her sore as fuck. The man had been insatiable all night. The only reason they'd stopped after the fifth time was because they'd run out of condoms.

"You lucky bitch," Emmie said when she'd finally finished laughing. "Wish I was getting some!"

"No one taking your fancy?"

"Well there's plenty I'd shag, but they all turn soppy and think we're in a relationship. I don't do relationships,
no thank you."

"That's one thing we have in common sis."

"Yeah but for different reasons. You had a relationship. You found the love of your life. I don't believe in love."

"I found him.  and I lost him. I don't think I could ever be with anyone else that way. But love does exist Emmie. Your prince is out there."

Emmie made a gagging sound. "So what about this racing driver then? No chance of it becoming anything more serious?"

Libby rolled her eyes even though she knew Emmie couldn't see her. "No. We're just fucking."   And she meant it.  She wasn't looking for love and romance. All she was interested in was sex.  And that's what she had got from Seb. Fucking great sex.

"So are you seeing him again?"

"Of course I'm seeing him again. I work for his team you idiot."  Emmie laughed.

"You know what I mean. Are you meeting up for a secret shag down under?"

"Well, we will be. I hope so anyway. We agreed to be friends with benefits but I don't know how it's going to work, whether it will happen at race weekends or just in between. We didn't get as far as discussing that."

"Too busy fucking each other's brains out yeah?"

"Pretty much." The sisters both laughed. "I'm going to have to go Emmie. I need to pack for Australia."

"When do you leave?"

"Got to leave here about 1am tomorrow morning."

"Rather you than me!"

"I would rather it was you than me too!"

"Is your sexy driver going to be on the same flight?"

"First of all he's not mine, and no he's not. He's gone back home to Switzerland. He'll be flying from there with his personal trainer and his press officer."

"Shame. At least you'd have had some eye candy for the flight."

"I'm sure there will be plenty to keep me occupied. There's usually some good movies to watch. I have my music and my air pods. I'm taking a couple of books. I'll be ok. It's just the taking off and landing."

"Just close your eyes and think of the good ramming he gave you," Emmie laughed.

"I don't think I'll forget that in a hurry," Libby replied.  "I'll let you know when I'm there.  Love you!"

"Love you too sis."

Libby disconnected the call and swung her feet off of the bed and onto the floor. 

Standing up, she winced.  She hadn't been kidding in the slightest.  Not only was she hurting "down there", she was hurting all over, having used muscles she hadn't used for years.