I had thought about him for so many days, for so many nights. I just wanted to be with him again.
Chance reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I helped him get it off, and even unhooked my bra, before he made the attempt. When his hands cupped my breasts I threw my head back and let out another moan. He stared into my eyes while he licked each of my nipples slowly, like he was savoring them. Before he pulled away he kissed each of them again. I pulled him up to my mouth and stroked my tongue against his. When he stuck out his tongue for me to take, I sucked on it before releasing it and kissing him again.
My mouth kissed its way down his neck and this time he was making the sounds.
His hands were on my pants. They didn’t have buttons so he kneeled down next to the bed and pulled them off of me.
I must be dreaming.
Chance
I had denied myself this for too long. All of those cold showers led me right back into her arms. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her, to feel her lips against mine. I wanted to taste her again. I kissed her stomach and then each of her thighs. She knew what I was going for and she spread her legs wider for me. As my mouth touched her sweet spot she arched her body back in pleasure. “Oh yes!” She cried out.
I continued savoring her until she collapsed against my mouth. Before I could wipe off my face to kiss her, she pulled my lips into hers. The idea of her tasting herself turned me on more than she could have guessed. I pulled myself out of my shorts and drove it deep inside of her. She let out a cry, but I couldn’t stop. I knew I only had seconds before I would be done. I had waited too long for this.
When I finally finished she held me tight against her body. I looked up into her eyes and she stared back at me. I leaned my head down and kissed her soft lips. God had I missed them.
“Chance.”
“Yeah?”
“I missed you.”
I wanted to tell her that I missed her, Hell I wanted to say a lot more than that, but I couldn’t let myself feel that way again. I promised her father I wouldn’t do this. I was going to be a dead man.
“I can’t Hope.” She started to pull me back against her. “It isn’t that I don’t want to. I promised your father that I wouldn’t. I can’t lose the only family I have left. I am so sorry.” I said as I pulled up my shorts.
“He doesn’t have to know Chance. Please don’t go.” She begged.
“Hope there are things that you don’t know about me. I can’t change the past. We can’t keep doing this. You know it isn’t right.” I tried to explain.
“I don’t care about your past Chance. Don’t you get that? I just want to be with you. It is all I think about.” She admitted.
Her eyes were starting to fill with tears. “Please don’t cry Hope.”
“Are you still mad at me for what I said last night? I didn’t mean it. I have no idea why I said it. I just wanted you so bad and you wouldn’t even look at me. It was making me so mad.” She confessed.
“I did look at you. I looked at you so many times Hope. All I thought about was that night.”
She grabbed me and twisted her hands into mine. “Tell me why you don’t want me Chance. What happened to you? What happened to make you not be willing to let me in?”
“I told you that I promised your dad. I would be homeless if he found out Hope. Is that what you really want?”
“Of course not, but there has to be a way for us to be together.”
“Hope, I have considered every option. Maybe if you were eighteen it would be different.”
I tried to look away but she caught my attention. “So it is because I’m not eighteen? Jesus, technically I am. I graduated High School and have my diploma. I am independent. What more can I do?”
“That’s just it Hope, you can’t do anything. I made a promise to Mark that I wouldn’t touch you. Please understand.” I couldn’t argue about it anymore. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, leaving my lips there for a longer time than usual, before walking out of her room and heading back downstairs.
Chapter 14
Hope
I stayed in my room for the next few hours, crying my eyes out. I truly believed that at any minute Chance would come back into the house and say he changed his mind, but he never did. When I finally realized he wasn’t coming back in, I got redressed and finished painting my room.
I kept myself occupied, but never belted out a tune again. After another hours worth of work, I managed to get everything cleaned up, except for myself. I mostly had paint on my face and in my hair. There was still some on my arms, but it was peeling right off.
I thought about taking another bath, in hopes that it would make me tired and I could go to sleep. I needed to eat, but the last thing I wanted to do was see someone who did not even want me, someone I was never allowed to have.
I had to do something. There had to be a way for us to be together. I could not stand living in this house another moment and knowing he was just outside my door. My mind was a cesspool of knowledge and I couldn’t find a loophole. There was no way my father would ever let me be with Chance, and he wasn’t willing to go against my dad’s wishes. It was almost as if my dad had something on him.
He kept talking about things from his past and his sister even hinted about something bad that happened. I felt horrible for saying those things about him living in a pool house. I don’t know why I had done something so completely horrible like that. The worst part is that I thought the pool house was great. If he could only see the shack that we had to live in at my grandmother’s he would have been appalled.
It was Saturday night and I was hiding out in my room from someone I didn’t want to hide from at all. I need to feel him. I just wanted to be close to him.
Then it hit me. I knew exactly what I had to do, but getting the nerve to do it was going to be another story. Modesty was never a downfall, but being with a guy was. Somehow, when I was with Chance, I never felt embarrassed. He made me feel so desirable. Just thinking about the things he did with his tongue gave me goose bumps. I was standing in the middle of my room running my hand over my lips with my eyes closed. I must have looked ridiculous.
With a plan mapped out, I knew what needed to be done. Instead of getting in the shower, I headed down to the pool.
I had no idea where Chance had gone, but once I got outside I made it my mission to hunt him down. I didn’t have to walk far. He was sitting at the picnic table smoking a cigarette. “You know those things will kill you?”
He smirked. “Yeah? So will your father when he finds out I fucked his daughter.”
I watched the smoke exit his mouth. It made me think about what he had done with that mouth earlier. The way he said the word “fuck” gave me butterflies between my legs and I was already so turned on just being this close to him.
I bit my lip and approached him.
“Do you care if I go swimming?” I asked in my sexiest voice.
“Nope, you don’t have to ask permission.” He answered, while never taking his eyes off my mouth.
I ran my hand over my neck and down the fabric of my shirt, taking it extra slow once I got to my chest. My lips were parted just enough where he could see my tongue licking across my top teeth as I watched my hand sliding down. I took my shirt into my hands and pulled it over my head slowly, while I faced him. When I looked at him again, he was sitting at the table with his mouth wide open. He was even more shocked to notice I wasn’t wearing a bra.
He caught my eyes on his and snapped his attention to being serious. I was afraid he would be mad at first. “What are you trying to do Hope?”
I ran both of my hands in a circle motion over each nipple and I bit my lip as I watched myself. Without looking up to see his expression, I answered him. “I was kind of hoping you would want to watch.”
I didn’t wait to see his reaction. I turned to face my back to him. Slowly, I slid my pants down off my feet and dove into the pool. I surfaced in the shallow end, makin
g sure my breasts came out of the water enough for him to see. I played around with the water in front of me, while I looked directly at him.
“Chance.” I said quietly again, while I rubbed my hands from my neck to the back of my hair.
“Hope please don’t do this to me. I am trying so hard to do the right thing here.” He put his face into his hands.
“I’m not even near you Chance. You don’t have to touch me, if you don’t want to.” I teased.
I could tell he was already fucking me with his eyes and it made me want to keep it up. His hands may not have been touching me, but it felt like they were.
“You are killing me Hope. Please stop fighting me on this.”
I was determined to keep at it. He had to give in. There was no way he was going to walk away with me doing this.
“Chance please. Just one weekend. Be with me for one weekend.”
He looked up at me with pain in his eyes. When he stood up I got excited, but then I watched him shake his head and walk into the pool house.
I stayed in the shallow end sulking for a few more minutes until I realized I had made a complete fool out of myself. I should have just stayed in my room. There was nothing more humiliating than what I had just done. My eyes filled with more tears and I knew I would never be able to face him again.
Just as I started to climb out of the pool, I heard a splash coming from the other end of the pool. Before I could turn around, I felt his hands around my waist.
His lips found my shoulder and he kissed it with his tongue.
He turned me around to face him. His hands cupped both sides of my face. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”
I closed my eyes. “Please kiss me Chance. Just kiss me.”
He kissed my lips once and pulled back. “One weekend Hope. That’s all I can give you.” He announced.
He brought his lips to mine and I realized why he had gone inside. I pulled away from him. “You brushed your teeth?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t want you to have to kiss an ashtray.”
“Kiss me again Chance. Please don’t stop kissing me.” I pleaded.
His lips were on mine again.
Chance
I couldn’t help myself. It was bad enough that I had left her for a second time after sleeping with her, but I couldn’t say no to her when she stood in front of me naked begging me to spend time with her. I cared about her, and I didn’t want her sitting in the house crying thinking I didn’t want her the way she wanted me.
She had to know if I could change things I would. I tried to rationalize this with myself every day since that night and the same conclusion kept coming up. I wanted her.
From the moment she stripped down in front of me I could feel myself weakening. I should have told her that when I went inside it was only to wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth. I didn’t want her to have to taste something that dirty. I think she was shocked when I jumped in the pool and reached my arms around her. Her skin felt so smooth to touch with the water all around us.
When I reached down and kissed her soft lips I knew that there wasn’t any other place I needed to be. I may have broken a promise to Mark, but was it right to break a promise to myself? There was something about this girl that made me feel like I couldn’t be without her, something that kept me wanting more. Not just the idea of anything sexual, but also the idea of wanting so much more than that.
As we continued to kiss I felt her hands reaching down to my waist. She pulled away when she realized I wasn’t wearing any shorts. She pulled back and looked amazed.
“What?” I asked, wondering why her lips were that far away.
“Nothing, where were we?”
While our tongues mingled around together, I floated us over to the steps that were built into the pool. I managed to sit myself on one of the steps and pull her on top of me without breaking our embrace. My hands reached up and grabbed a chunk of her wet hair and I gently pulled her back, causing her to reach for my mouth again. I let her think that our lips were close enough to touch before pulling back again. When she repeated the attempt for the third time I saw her stick out her tongue. I stuck mine out and slid it against hers, before finally giving in to her kiss.
Her kisses became more aggressive, even going as far as our teeth touching a few times. Her body began rocking up and down on top of me and I knew she could feel how rock hard I was underneath of her.
Because we were in the water, she was able to arch her back in a certain way and remain floating. This gave me an excellent view of her perfect tits. She wrapped her legs around my waist, which enabled me to free my hands. I slid them from her waist to the underneath of her breasts. The water made it easy to maneuver. With one hand still holding the skin just beneath her breast, I pulled her toward me again, so that I could take one of her sweet nipples into my mouth. She moaned as I drug my tongue roughly against it then bit the top. I latched on to it and repeated the bite at the top.
“Oh God yes!” She called out.
She started grinding her ass against my hardness and I reached down with both hands and guiding her to do it harder. I watched as she rocked her body in a certain way that drove me crazy. When I reached down to feel one of my favorite parts of her body, even under the water I could tell she was ready for me. My finger slid right in and I began to move it in and out. I used my thumb to rub her soft spot above it and she cried out into the dark of the night. I could feel her muscles tightening around my fingers, while her lips found mine again. She grabbed for my neck and pulled me into her as she grinded against me faster.
“Please Chance. I want you so bad.” She said in between kisses.
I picked her up to float over me and I found the spot and slid inside without guidance.
She started moving up and down, and the friction of the water made it move in a different way than normal. She felt tighter somehow, and I wanted to come so bad. “Please don’t stop Hope.” I whispered near her ear as I bit down on her shoulder. I could feel the heat rising to the tip of my shaft and she could tell from the sounds that I was close.
I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around. She gasped as we became unattached, but I quickly filled the void when I slid in from behind her. I wanted to be able to come while I squeezed her nipples and kisses her shoulder. Her body started to tremble and I could feel her muscles tightening around my dick, and just knowing why made me instantly release inside of her. My head fell against her shoulder and I pulled her body tight against mine.
When we were finally able to breathe again, I fell beside her and pulled her against me. We were floating in the pool, but her body felt like fire when she touched me. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head.
One weekend was never going to be enough for me.
Chapter 15
Hope
When Chance and I finally decided to get out of the pool, he rushed over and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me before getting one for himself. Once he wrapped one around his waist he pulled me into his arms. I felt him kissing the top of my head as he hugged me.
“I’m sorry for calling you a princess.” He whispered into my hair. “I don’t think of you that way Hope. I have never thought that about you. I was just so mad at you. I thought of something that would piss you off the most and I used it as a weapon. I am so sorry.”
I reached my arms tighter around him. “I’m sorry too Chance. I hated that you wouldn’t talk to me. I just wanted your attention. I would have deserved for you to call me much worse.”
“God Hope, I don’t want to hurt you.” He said.
I pulled away from him so I could look at his face. “Don’t let me go.”
He studied my face and I could tell my words caused him pain. He closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows like he always did when he became frustrated. “It isn’t that easy Hope. You know that.”
“Why can’t I be with you? Tell me why Chance.” I begged.
“Please Hope, don’
t ruin tonight. I promise that when the time is right I will tell you. I just can’t talk about that right now. Will you just drop it and come to bed with me?”
I wanted the truth, but I wanted to be with Chance more. I couldn’t risk ruining this weekend by pushing him away. He needed to know I trusted him, even when knowing the truth could possible hurt us. Obviously whatever it could be was bad enough that he couldn’t openly talk about it.
I reached down and ran my fingers into his. Without saying another word, he led me to the pool house.
He pulled me past the living room, before finally leading me into his bedroom. His hands grabbed the towel that was wrapped around me, and it fell the floor at my feet. He backed away from me and looked down at my body. “You are so beautiful Hope. I have never seen something so beautiful.”
I looked at Chance. His hair was wet and looked almost black. Beads of water still sat over his shoulders. He was taking me in with his deep brown eyes. His arm muscles weren’t huge, but they were well defined and I already knew he was strong enough to pick me up.
As he continued to look at me, I backed myself up on the bed. He didn’t say a word as he dropped his towel and climbed on the bed beside me. We lay side by side staring into each other’s eyes. “I don’t deserve you Hope.” He whispered.
“Yes you do.” I answered, never taking my eyes off of him.
He let out a sigh and turned to lay on his back. His hands came into his face and he held them there. Worried, I leaned up and tried to pull his hands away from his face, but he held them there. Realizing he was turning this into a game, I tried with both hands.
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