Chance Encounters - Preludes to Love & Death

by Urban Fiction

CHAPTER 8

  As I got into the car I started thinking about everything that me and Iesha did back in college. All the games we ran, all the niggas we played, and all of the foul ass shit we use to do for a dollar. I worked so hard to get away from that shit; to leave at all behind and I’m a different person now. I’ve grown up. I just hope that Iesha has too.

  I finally made it home around six that evening. In just enough time to finish up a few last minute details and I made it a special point to send Chance on a few small errands to keep him busy until about eight thirty. I then thought, maybe I would have a little drink to help settle my nerves. So I went over to the wet bar in the dining room and poured myself a double shot of Patron. I knew that I was gonna need all the liquid courage I could get to make it through tonight. Don’t get me wrong, God knows it’s not like this is my first time gettin’ down like this but it’s just my first time with Chance, and as crazy as it might sound… I just want it be special.

  By then about an hour or so had passed. With almost ninety minutes left I figured I would take a nice relaxing bubble bath. I had so many things goin’ through my head as I slipped into the steaming hot water. Damn, it hit me! I was horny as hell and by the time that double shot of Patron finally kicked in I was feelin’ pretty damn good! Hell, for real I was actually kind of looking forward to this little rendezvous. Had I turned into a freak? Shit, who was I foolin’? I had been a freak for years but this will be the first time Chance has seen this side of me; and only for tonight. Chance will be home soon. This was gonna be a night to remember. All my cares seemed to melt away as I soaked in the quiet of the evening, hypnotized by the waters drip from the faucet. Almost asleep, I nodded forward and then I heard the door close down stairs. It was Chance. I could hear him as he hurried up the steps calling to me. “Where you at babe? You gettin’ ready?”

 

  “In here Chance. I’m just finishing my bath,” I said.

  “Rayqelle, have you seen my blue Tommy Hilfiger shirt?” Chance asked.

  “It’s in the back closet, on the left hand side.” I responded.

  I watched Chance as he came into the bathroom to get ready. I could smell his masculine scent as he leaned over the side of the tub to kiss me. “Take those clothes off and get in,” I said as my nipples tingled from the sight of his tall, slim, muscular physique.

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  As he sat down between my legs in the tub I slowly washed his body, taking my time as if we had no place to be. I moved the cloth over his big strong back, his broad shoulders and then letting the water rain down over his smooth baldhead. I sucked the droplets of water from his neck.

 

  “Don’t start nothin’ you ain’t ready to finish,” he said as he turned to look at me.

  “You the one that ain’t ready,” I replied playfully.

  “What is that supposed to mean?” he said.

  “You’ll find out soon enough, trust me;” I said as I got up to get out of the tub.

 

  “Where are you goin’,” He asked, reaching for my hand.

  “I’m gettin’ out and so are you. Finish washin’ up, Big Daddy so we can go.” I said as the soapy water glistened over him.

  By then that Patron was really starting to kick in and all my inhibitions were goin’ out the window one by one. My heart pounded from excitement and anticipation as I watched Chance dress. Yeah, I was already horny as hell and I knew that in just a few short hours from now there would be no turning back.

  I wanted to grab him and strip his ass right back out of those clothes. It took every ounce of self-control that I had in side of me to hold back my hormones as they raged for him. Besides, I couldn’t wait to see Chance’s face once me and Iesha got a hold of his ass. I couldn’t wait to get back home tonight!

  Once we were both dressed and ready to go, I took one more quick survey of the house. I had to make sure that everything was in place; scented candles, slow music, condoms placed inside the pillowcase, and some chilled bottled water.

  “Girl, let’s go… How are you gonna rush me, then take yo’ sweet time and make us late? You better bring yo’ self on!” Chance yelled from down stairs, while grabbing his jacket and keys. Everything was ready. Chance and I got into the car and made our way to the club. It was only about fifteen minutes away but that had to be the longest fifteen minutes of my life. The whole time I just kept thinking, “This is it! I hope everything works out like I planned.”