A rush to a race

The next morning Alex sends a text telling me to meet him at the park to race.

-You better have your panties on, I can't wait to see them in person.

'Ughh' I groan as I wake up, why does he always text me so early, and why does he want to race today. We normally race once a week, and mostly on Friday after work, but if it gets me out of these panties early, I'm game.

I check the time 4:30 am.

3 Hours before my alarm would have gone off for work.

Just enough time to get a race in if I rush.

'Even 7:30 is still too fucking early, ugh I hate my job, Alex is lucky I want out of these panties or I'd tell him to fuck of for texting me before the sun is up.'

I turn it off the alarm before it can go off while I'm getting ready, and start my routine, getting dressed, 'the last pair of panties hopefully I'll be able to throw them away after today and not have to take them with me to the laundromat this weekend' , and grabbing a quick breakfast of pop tarts on the way out the door.

Then as I'm locking the door, 'ping'

'Ughh, Alex again'-Hey you didn't send proof this morning, I'm was starting to get worried you chickened out. -

'I don't have time for his shit'

• I'm already out of the house, what do you want a picture of the panties in the morning light, you're getting obsessed with this.-

'Ping'

-Yes, or do you want to admit your not man enough to keep your word? -

-Alright, alright. Just give me a minute, and I'll be there, and I'm throwing away these panties after the race, I'll make you paying me back for them part of our bet.

I pull the band of my pants back and snap a quick picture for Alex before hopping in my car and heading to the racing spot.

I arrive at the park, The sun just coming up, Alex is already there, his car is...

Edit: Typos and grammar