Hell, it might have been Lucinda herself.
“You catching an eye full?” Chance asked me after he was done. He took a big swig from his water bottle.
“Oh, I am at that,” I said.
He leaned in and kissed me. He was a bit sweaty, but I didn’t mind at all. “How was your day?” He asked me.
I watched him for a moment. He seemed to be acting a little bit funny, but I wasn’t sure why. Something about his demeanor leapt out at me and struck a chord to tell me to observe more closely.
“It was ok,” I said. “Alicia loved the story I did and has more or less promoted me to the head sports writer. Hell, when she graduates next year, I might be the head editor. That is the talk around the journalism department anyway, so I don’t’ know if there is any real truth to it. I’ll just have to wait and see.”
“That’s great news,” Chance said. “I’m very happy for you.”
“But, what if you are gone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you are a junior, but it is not unheard of to be drafted out of college into the pros during your junior year. When you get that shot—I say ‘when’ because I know it will happen for you—what happens to us? You will be traveling each week to a different city and we have no way of knowing what city you will even be based in, plus I’ll still need to be here to work on my career. What do we do?”
Chance sighed. He leaned in and kissed me. “Honey, we will make it work. I’ll be in to see you whenever I can. There is nothing on earth that could stop that. You need to stop worrying about it.”
“I know,” I said. “But I just can’t. There is this thing inside of me that turns into a big knot in my gut, and it twists and turns until I feel like I’m just about to throw up and split in half. It’s a form of panic, I think. I’ve never felt that way until I met you. And when I search my soul, I really believe that you might not be there with me one day. Your life is going to be so much bigger than mine. And that scares the hell out of me. How am I supposed to compete with that?”
He looked at me, deeply into my eyes. His hand came up and gently stroked my face. His presence moved closer to mine. I felt so warm, so loved by him right then. That was the way he always made me feel and I could never get over it. I would always crave it and if there was a chance in my lifetime that it might not be there anymore, that it might be gone one day, I couldn’t stand it. This was not the way for us. We had to be together forever.
“Baby, this is going to work out,” Chance said. “You have to have the faith, the faith that I have and know deeply in your heart that all of this will work out for us. You have to believe it within yourself.”
“I want to,” I said. “I really do, but I’m afraid.”
“It’s ok to be afraid. I’m afraid to. If we didn’t care, if it wasn’t real, then we wouldn’t be scared. That’s ok. But we will do everything we can. That’s all we can do. There is nothing to worry about, because if it doesn’t work out we will work harder to make it happen. If it’s real, and I believe it is, then nothing that happens will stop this. Nothing.”
Chance leaned in and kissed me again, this time much harder. I could feel the passion rebounding off his lips and melding into mine, our spirits mingling together into one being at first touch. I instantly felt better. The fear that I had been holding onto was now gone, miraculously removed from me and all I had bursting through my body right now was the sweetest relief and overwhelming peace.
And then the lust behind it.
I was ready to ride him hard as I could right then and there. We were in a semi-public place, but that only served to make the whole thing much hotter. I had always dreamt of having sex in public where the risk of being seen was so much higher to be a huge turn on. And now we were about to try this now.
I was instantly wet. I’d been dreaming about being with Chance all day long. My body was burning under his touch. The electricity filled my body as his skin touched mine. His lips pressed against mine harder still, reaching with his breath into my body to eclipse my own breath and wring it from the inside of my body.
Chance quickly spun me around. Aggressively, he pulled my shorts down and my underwear with them. Then he pulled his own shorts down behind me. His huge member was slapping against my bare ass now, ready and determined to get inside of me.
I was so wet. I could already feel myself dripping out of my lemon and running down my inner thigh. Chance stuck one of his large, meaty fingers into me and pushed hard into me. He somehow hit all my pressure points all at once and I thought I was going to come hard and fast right in front of him the moment our sex had begun.
I looked left and right wondering who else could be out there looking at us, watching, filming, and sharing with the entire world. What would my family think if this sort of thing ever got out? My father would have a stroke and both parents would probably disown me before I could actually blink. This was the risk that we were facing right now. This was the challenge of having such a public display of total intimacy. I did not know who might be hiding around the corner to destroy our very lives for their own amusement. But that was the rush of it all. I wanted to know that someone was out there watching us and getting so turned on that they were probably pleasuring themselves. Maybe they weren’t alone and we were inspiring them to get it on with each other. That would have been the trip of a lifetime.
I wondered what it would feel like to film our lovemaking sometime. Chance might have been up for that, but you could almost always figure that those types of things would eventually fall into the wrong hands, right? And would that have been the worst thing? A good way to get famous, I thought.
I giggled to myself as the naughty thoughts filled my head and then I gasped loudly in shock as his huge thickness invaded my body, stretching me to the capacity that I was not yet used to. But I did not dare resist. I wanted it all inside of me. I wanted to feel his hard, squirming flesh becoming one with mine and I desperately needed to feel his ocean of come filling me up to the utmost, so that it would drip down my legs as well.
Chance’s hands were wrapped around my waist as he humped me as hard as he could. With every single thrust he let out a loud grunt as if this had been pent up inside of him all day. If I didn’t know better, I would swear that there was some anger behind his lust. Was he hate fucking me? We hadn’t been through any arguments or tension with each other that I was aware of, but maybe something else had stressed him out in his life to that point and now he was done with playing games and being nice. There was only so much composure one person could go through in their lives before they totally broke down and started to lash out. Chance was about the most patient person I’d ever met. But if he wanted to take out some of his rage and frustration over outside life pressure and he wanted to do it during our intimate sex time, then I was all for it.
I loved the domination of it. The way my man let me feel like a pure woman and I could let go of everything that made me so strong and independent for a few moments, and just allow my baby to take care of everything, including my own pleasure for a moment—that was the ultimate expression of my love for him and his love for me. If I ever told anyone else that, I wasn’t sure they would understand it so much, but that was our thing. It did not have to be understood by everybody else, now did it?
Chance pulled out of me completely and rubbed himself on my cheeks, then up through the center of my crack as if drying himself off a little bit and just playing around with our sexual instruments. Or he was getting too close to coming and he wanted to delay the event just a little while longer.
“How’s my baby? Are you going to come for me?” Chance asked breathing into my ear. He ran his tongue up the side of my face and then kissed my mouth hard, licking my lips afterwards to taste me completely.
“Good. I love you so much, baby,” I said. Tears were filling my eyes with the love I had for this man and the way he loved my mind and my body. I’d never felt as loved as I did when he held me and made sw
eet love to me. I couldn’t ever be without him. That was the truest thing that I knew. I would never let myself be without him. No matter what forces threatened to keep us apart from each other, we would be together, one way or another. That was a promise we’d made to each other and it was a promise I’d made to myself right then.
Chance shoved his manhood back into my sex and spread me wide around him. I was so wet that he plopped into me easily with a loud sucking sound. As he pulled out and went back in again, the sucking sound grew louder. My body was trying to absorb him. Yes… I had to get everything about him assimilated within all that consumed me as well.
My orgasm was almost there. I could feel it. Oh, it was going to be humongous. I was having trouble breathing. I couldn’t seem to catch a full breath as my chest sucked in harder and harder, but there seemed to be something blocking the air inside of me. I was getting so dizzy, and even a little bit nauseas, but the wave of pleasure erupting inside of my loins was too much to bear.
“Here it…comes…!”I yelled.
“Yes!” Chance roared. He quickened the pace and his sledgehammer between his legs pounded into me even harder as the pained expression on his face detailed the level of tension that his body was undergoing. I thought he might pass out and blow something in his brain, like a huge vessel or something, but his real vessel would not quit and he sailed it into my ocean of otherworldly bliss as my orgasm triggered and flowed within me.
“Ahh!” I yelled, my body collapsing to the ground with the onslaught of tension and pleasure, more than a human body was supposed to feel. But Chance foresaw this. He was crumbled under me, moving with me and staying inside of my core to continue the sweet orgasm that was occurring between us.
Once we were on the ground spooning together, Chance started to hump me as fast as he possibly could. The sensation of him being under me and moving that quickly with so much else going on around him that threatened to keep us from the pleasure we so desperately sought, was tantamount to how much he wanted to come inside of me and how much our sex meant to him.
I was ready for it. Any moment… yes… just a little bit...
As my own orgasm began to abate and the echoes of the pleasure, the aftershocks started to subside, I felt Chance come hard inside of me. It was so sweet… my body felt like I was on fire with total consumption of lust and my head was even dizzier still as if it might fall from my shoulders at precisely any second and I wasn’t sure I cared.
Then I fell back into his arms and he cradled me with all the love and comfort that I ever could have desired. All I wanted in life was wrapped up in the love I received from this man.
As we laid there together finishing up our lustful experience, our expression of love for each other which pledged and solidified the burning flame that we both had for each other until the end of time, something happened.
At first I had no idea what and I was barely aware that there was anything to be remotely concerned about.
And then we saw it. A shape in the distance walking across the end of the field, moving just beyond it. A black, shadowy figure, just like I’d seen the other night at the house. They were there. And they were watching. How long had they been there? What did they see? What would they do with the damning evidence? They surely took pictures. They were hell bent on some kind of revenge, the torture.
“No!” I yelled out.
Chance quickly leapt up and pulled on his shorts. Then he took off running after them as fast as he could.
“Chance! Don’t!” I screamed. He was going to get himself killed. This was insane. We didn’t really know who this person was or what they were capable of. They could have been carrying a gun and shot him dead on the spot. Why did he have to be so reckless sometimes?
Chance disappeared around the corner. I got dressed as fast as I could and then I grabbed my phone. I started to call the police, but I didn’t. They most likely wouldn’t get there in time anyway.
Chance came back a few minutes later. He was sweaty and looked a bit disgusted. “I couldn’t get to them. By the time I was out of the field and turned the corner I could barely make them out. It’s getting too dark. They jumped in a car, but I couldn’t make out anything about the car really. So, I don’t know…”
“Are you ok?” I asked concerned about him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired of all this. What the hell do we have to do? Hire full time body guards to make sure someone isn’t stalking us?”
“I don’t know, but the offer from the police still stands.”
Chance shook his head. “I’m not doing that. I won’t have some cops shadowing my around like I’m some kind of a child. This won’t work for me, or us. This is exactly what they want. They want us to live in fear. They want to scare us.”
“Well, it’s working.”
Chance wrapped his arms around me. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
I believed him. With all that was happening, I still felt so safe around him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chance
I pounded hard on the door and waited for it to be answered. I was so angry. I knew that I should not have been there, especially when I was so irate, but this had to be settled once and for all. I was tired of being played like I was a toy for someone else’s amusement. People did not know who they were messing with when they chose to mess with Chance Atkins. There would be hell to pay.
Lucinda finally answered the door slowly, casually, almost yawning as if had disturbed her beauty sleep at eight o’clock in the evening. She looked up at me with her fake, sleepy eyes and smiled softly at me like some child who had some secret they didn’t want anyone to know, but were soon going to tell them anyway by giggling like crazy.
“Well, Chance… what a pleasant surprise,” Lucinda said with a chuckling smile.
“Cut the crap,” I said bouncing into her apartment. She was startled slightly by my aggression, but she recovered quickly and continued to play stupid games with me. That was just her style. She’d never change. She would never grow up and there was little that could ever be expected to improve about her behavior. She should have been locked up for the menace that she was.
“What do you think you are doing?” Lucinda asked softly with that innocent routine she liked to employ from time to time.
“Did you have fun watching us? Are you enjoying being a stalker? I bet it suits you well.”
Lucinda stared at me blankly. “Come again? What in the hell are you talking about”
I howled with laughter. I was really laying it on thick. I wanted to turn the tables and use her own little routines against her. “Wow, that is good. You should be in the movies. You really should. I bet you have practiced long and hard to become as good as you really are, haven’t you?”
“Whatever. You should probably go now,” Lucinda said. “Unless you are here to give me some of that sugar you got. I’ll take a lick off that candy stick of yours any day of the week.”
I laughed. “Not on your life. Your candy licking days are over when it comes to this candy store. I’m just here to give you a warning.”
“What warning? I don’t even know what you are talking about, but you’d better stop talking so damn weird or I’ll have you locked up. You can’t just barge into someone’s house and start accusing them of things. This is wrong. You just can’t do that. I’ll call the cops and have you locked up. I bet a pretty boy like you would do well in prison.”
“The cops? Sure, let’s call the cops and you can explain to them how you were trying to break into my house the other night, or how you were spying on me today and taking pictures just to mess with me. You can tell them how you trashed my room while you are at it. I know all of your games. All of this trail leads right back to you, and you can lie all you want, but eventually everyone gets caught.”
Lucinda threw her head back and began to howl with laughter now. She was really enjoying this. She loved hearing about all of her crimes and seeing the pain that it had act
ually caused me. I was filled with such rage by her reaction that I felt like putting my fist through the wall, but no that would have given her exactly what she wanted. There would be none of that tonight. I was there to give her a warning, but I was not going to hand her a noose by which to hang me. That would have been playing right into her wicked little hands.
“What is the racket out here?”
A man’s voice came from the back bedroom. I wasn’t aware that she had any company. I should have figured it was one of her boy toys or some guy who thought he had found a great woman, but was probably about to realize she was a total psycho. Of course this would happen too late. Then she would begin to stalk him. But maybe there was hope for this guy while Lucinda was still hung up on me. I had to warn him.
But the moment he stepped out into the hallway and I saw who this man actually was, then I began to understand. Ricky. It was Ricky. He was the man standing there. He was walking towards me with that same old smug expression on his stupid face. Gone was the figure of cordiality who was trying to do better and fool me into thinking that he had changed his evil ways. No, this was the cocky, arrogant Ricky from before. And he was definitely enjoying listening to this conversation between the two of us. The bastard.
I didn’t know what to think. Was he the person who I had chased today? That person had been very fast and I hadn’t been able to catch up with them on foot. But Lucinda was also a great runner who had run track in high school. Plus that person had a large head start on me. So it could have been either one of them. Was Ricky a willing participant in Lucinda’s revenge scheme? Or was he just a dupe, a guy who had fallen for the wrong woman?
“What the hell?” I asked.
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