A Hope and a Chance

by Jennifer Foor

  I tried not to wake Hope, but I couldn’t keep myself from kissing her. Her naturally tanned skin was stunning; she had no idea how perfect she was. I ran my lips over her stomach, kissing every few inches. My mouth kept wandering down to her hip, making her stir. “Sorry,” I whispered.

  While still half asleep she moaned, “Don’t stop.”

  I lowered the sheet that covered her out of the way and began kissing her inner thigh. I watched as I did it again and saw her responding. She licked her lips. I kissed between Hope’s legs, fulfilling a desire that I knew I’d never want to deny her of.

  The taste of her sent me into a frenzy. I’d never wanted to do this to anyone I’d been with in my past. For so long I’d refused to even try it, but even on our first night together I found myself craving her in ways that I’d never experienced.

  At first I chalked it up to the alcohol, but as the days passed I still felt the same.

  She began to convulse uncontrollably, physically motioning she was pleased that I’d woke her. She gripped me by my hair and pulled me up to her face. Her kiss was so powerful, so hungry. I was eager to satiate her every desire.

  We switched positions, easily she straddled me while in a sitting position. Hope’s flawless breasts were in arms reach and I couldn’t stop myself from touching them. Her skin was silky smooth, her nipples hardening when my fingers coursed over them.

  Hope began kissing me on my chest, and then my stomach. She licked my belly button then blew cold air on it. It gave me chills, causing my skin to raise. She did it again, this time dragging her tongue over the hair that led down to my cock. Her soft breasts kept rubbing against it. It was almost too much to handle.

  She took me in her mouth without hesitation. The sheer fact that she’d done it without being asked turned me on. It felt like heaven, and any man would admit that watching was an instant high. She’d asked for a weekend, and as the seconds on the clock ticked, it was becoming impossible to imagine saying goodbye to all of this.

  “Oh shit, Hope. Please slow down. I don’t want to go yet.” I was begging for it to last.

  She did it harder, almost insinuating she wanted it more than I did. As hard as it was to do, I pulled away from her and took a second to catch my breath. She looked at me with hungry eyes, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I held her close, kissing her slowly, while maneuvering myself inside of her again. I knew she had to be sore, so I took my time. We weren’t in a hurry; in fact we had all night to do this.

  It didn’t take long for me to lose it. Once again she’d gotten to me.

  I switched positions with Hope so that I could hold her against my chest, not wanting the weight of my body to make her uncomfortable as we slept. Once I had her nestled in my arms we were both able to find peace.

  16

  I woke up in exactly the position that I’d wanted to be for so long. Chance’s arms were still wrapped around me, and even though I could see that the sun was out, there was no way I was getting out of this bed. Every time we’d been together, something had stopped this from happening.

  Chance promised me a weekend and I was determined to hold him to his word. I convinced myself that I wasn’t going to think of what was to come. To say that I was excited would have been an understatement. It was going to feel wonderful to lie on the beach next to him, and hold his hand as we strolled along the water’s edge. Maybe it was a bit corny, but a girl can only dream.

  My father and Buffy weren’t due back until Monday morning. That meant that Chance and I would have a whole two days and nights together. Even though the beach sounded like a fantastic idea, I didn’t really care where we spent it, as long as we were together.

  I wanted to savor every single minute of this day, with the reality of it ending hidden in the back of my mind.

  I set my chin on Chance’s chest and watched as it rose and fell. His little nipples were so cute and I found myself kissing them, before I even realized I was doing it. His physique was chiseled, and I loved the way it felt against my palms. He had this cute inny belly button with a little patch of hair under it that I played with. There were so many things about Chance that made me swoon. It wasn’t because he was older, obviously that meant nothing to me. The most important thing was his heart. He could try to hide his feelings all he wanted, but last night confirmed that he felt something. It was true that I’d seduced him, but what happened after that wasn’t just about the sex. I knew that if the circumstances were different, we could have a real shot at being together. Unfortunately, he had to worry about my father finding out, which would turn out to be a literal disaster.

  If that was our only hurdle maybe we could find a way around it, but Chance had too much to lose. He loved his sister. I could see it when they were together, and I also knew how happy he was to be able to live so close to her. If we tried to make things work he would have to move. This wasn’t just his home. With my father being his only means of money, Chance didn’t have a lot of options. Moving to another state had to have been a hard choice for him, considering he was doing it to be close to Buffy. Why else would he have done it?

  There was also the fact that I didn’t turn eighteen for months. I wasn’t allowed to make my own decisions yet, which meant if my father found out about our little secret, he could get Chance in a bunch of trouble. I really didn’t know much about statutory laws in my state, and probably needed to find out more so I could be prepared.

  After realizing that I was dwelling on the negative, I pushed past my feelings of anxiousness regarding our fate, and wrapped my arms tighter around Chance. When I felt his own sliding over mine, I looked up to see him smiling at me.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  With nothing but a sheet lingering between us, I moved it aside and straddled my legs in the middle of his. “Hey.”

  “If we stay in bed all day we won’t ever make it to the beach, and I was really hoping to rub lotion all over your hot ass body in front of every guy there.”

  I laughed. “Really?” I ran my hand down his chest, reaching between us to gently hold him in my hands. It was so weird for me to be this comfortable with such actions. When I’d been with Trevor I was too modest to let him see me naked. Though I’d had no problem taking everything off in front of Chance. As I sat on top of him I felt beautiful, because that’s how he treated me. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

  “I bet you weren’t picturing it like I was,” he teased.

  “What do you mean?”

  He snickered and started playing with my hair. “Well, I imagined you in shiny oil. All the dudes were staring at you with their mouths open and drool pouring out, while I got to touch every inch of you. I made sure to stop halfway through and give them all a big thumbs up.”

  “Sounds like you have too much thinking time on your hands, Chance.”

  “Or I don’t want to share you,” he said as he hugged me tighter.

  I knew he regretted admitting that, because when I looked up at him he had tightened his lips and seemed disappointed with himself.

  “Chance…”

  “Don’t, Hope. Let’s just enjoy our day. Okay?”

  I laid my head back against his chest. “Of course.”

  It didn’t matter if he wanted to take it back, he’d already said it, and I’d heard it loud and clear.

  I can’t believe that came out of my mouth. I was trying to be so careful. Some things just couldn’t be avoided forever. Besides, I didn’t want her to ever think that I was using her. If I had the opportunity to be with her, but to never have sex, I would be fine with it. Just holding her in my arms made me feel happy again; it was something that I hadn’t experienced in quite some time.

  “We better start getting our things together for the beach,” I suggested.

  She stayed nestled in between my arm and my chest. “Okay. I’ll get up when you do.”

  “Well, since you’re half on top of me it isn’t going to be easy.”

 
“I’m comfortable,” she whined.

  I leaned my head down and kissed her forehead. “Wanna hop in the shower with me?”

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  I had to laugh. It was hard for me to remember that she was only seventeen sometimes. When I factored that in it helped me understand that at her age I was just experiencing things for the first time. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

  “No. It’s not that. I do.” Just hearing that made me smile again. She couldn’t understand how good it felt to feel wanted again. “Technically we’ve already been naked in a shower together anyway, so let’s go for it.

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Her head lifted up. “Really?”

  I mimicked her voice. “Really.” When she gave me a certain look I added. “Just a shower though. No funny stuff on your end, missy.” I liked teasing her, causing her to give me those looks that I enjoyed seeing.

  Hope sighed before following me into the bathroom. While she started the water I faced the toilet and began peeing.

  “Oh. My. God. Chance, what are you doing?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing? You can’t run water and expect me to hold it. Would you rather I pee on your leg once we’re in the shower together? Besides, I know you have to go. You didn’t get up all night.”

  She turned her head.

  I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before I climbed in the shower. I heard the seat on the toilet being closed and knew she was going to the bathroom, so I stuck my head out. “What are you doing?” I asked sarcastically.

  She took the curtain and covered my face. “Quit it, Chance. I can’t concentrate with you in here.”

  “You’re no fun.” I pouted. “You do know that I’ve been outside of the bathroom in the house when you’ve been in there. Everybody poops, Hope. It’s not a secret.”

  When I peeked out the second time she had her hands over her face like she was embarrassed. I thought it was funny. I guess it was easier for a guy.

  I let the water run down my head while leaning against the shower wall. I felt her arms wrapping around me as I stood there. I loved that she was with me, and wanted the day to be perfect. I needed her to know what she meant to me; even if it was the only time I would ever be able to show it.

  My attention was fixed on Hope. “See. Two people can totally get a shower and not be weirded out.”

  “I wasn’t weirded out.” She bit down on her lip before continuing. “I’m just a little sore from yesterday. The idea of maneuvering around in this shower just sounded uncomfortable, at least this morning.”

  “It’s cool. Next time I need to be more gentle.” I spoke while she began to wash my back. “I was thinking that after we hang out on the beach for a while we could have a nice dinner somewhere.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want. As long as you’re with me.”

  I took my hands and wiped the water from her face. “I can assure you that I won’t be leaving your side for the next two days.”

  She got a big smile on her face. “What happens if the lifeguard is a smoking hot chick and she throws herself at you?”

  “There is no way in hell I would even notice her; not when I’m laying next to you. Do you have any idea of the affect you have on me? I can promise you that there won’t be one person on that beach that makes me feel the way that you can when you walk into a room, or when I hear you singing, or even when you’re throwing paintbrushes at my head.” As the water ran down her face, she stared at me speechless. “Hope, I made a decision that today I was going to give it all to you. I’m not going to hold back. This may be temporary, but I want you to know exactly where I stand, because when we aren’t together, I don’t ever want you questioning it.”

  She put her hand up and placed it on my cheek. I seized it and kissed the palm. “Turn around and let me finish washing your hair,” I requested.

  “Chance.”

  “Yes?”

  “Thank you.”

  “For washing your hair?” I questioned.

  “No. For everything else. Just when I think I know you completely, you turn around and surprise me. You’re such a special person.”

  “Keep that in mind when you’re checking out all the dudes on the beach today,” I said, as I turned off the water, leaned out and located a towel, so that I could wrap it around her.

  I started brushing my teeth while she stood there watching me. “What?”

  “I need to go in the house to get dressed.”

  “Okay. I’ll be in there in a few minutes. I want to get my trunks on and pack a few things.” I watched her walk out of the room and heard the door shut as she left.

  Determined to not let her out of my sight, I gathered everything and threw it in a book bag. Once I located my cell phone and wallet I headed toward the main house. On the way there I managed to locate Hope’s clothes she’d removed the night before and I picked them up. It didn’t look good to see her things on the ground. That could be construed in many ways, and the worst part about that is it was the truth. If Mark and Buffy came home early they’d know what had transpired between us.

  When I got into the house I heard her calling my name, so I followed the voice and headed upstairs. I noticed she’d finished painting and putting her room back together. “I like the new color. It’s nice,” I mentioned.

  Being there, looking at her bed, reminded me of the sex we’d had in it. For a few seconds I relived it in my mind.

  “Should I bring a change of clothes for later?” She asked, breaking the moment.

  “Yeah. Hey do you still have that fake I.D.?”

  “Why? I thought you said we were going to be alone?” She inquired.

  I shrugged. “I just want to have all of our options open. I’d rather be prepared than not. And, for your information, I plan on us being alone a lot today. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” I promised as I sat on her bed.

  She came over and put her arms around me. She’d changed into a little green sundress. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispered in my ear before biting on the lobe.

  “We could stay here all day, you know?” I wouldn’t have been opposed.

  She grabbed her bag and a pair of sunglasses, and proceeded to walk out of her room. “If you want to be the first person I pick to apply my lotion, you better get your ass moving, Chance.”

  I hurried behind her down the steps and out the front door.

  I took one of the bags, put it under the seat, and let her keep the other one on her back while we traveled. She offered to take her car, but I loved the feel of driving to the beach on a motorcycle, besides I was dying to being able to have her clinging to the back of me for everyone to see.

  Hope didn’t hesitate to get on this time. She lifted her leg and climbed right on. I’d found the other helmet out of the garage and made sure hers was secure before putting mine on. Instead of just holding on like normal, she reached her hands under my shirt and clung to my bare chest.

  We set off to make the forty minute drive to the ocean. I had a smile on my face the entire time feeling her hands clinging to my body. I knew her dress was blowing up, but today she was all mine and there wasn’t anyone going to take her away. Thankfully, she’d put on some panties, at least.

  17

  Being on the back of Chance’s bike used to make me scared out of my mind, but I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. It gave me a sense of freedom and I was actually enjoying myself. When we arrived at the beach and began driving down the main road, groups of people were looking our way. Chance had stopped halfway and removed his shirt, after the sun was beating down on us, reflecting off the asphalt. I loved leaning my head against his bare back as he drove, even if it was sticky-hot.

  We were hearing a lot of whistling as we passed people, but I wasn’t sure if it was because Chance had his shirt off, or that my entire thighs were exposed from straddling the bike. My guess was both, but Chance didn’t seem
to even notice. He found a spot close to the beach and parked his motorcycle. I noticed it was on the boardwalk, which meant we could walk around and get something to eat or drink without having to drive anywhere.

  Chance grabbed the bag from under the seat and we started walking through the sand to find a good spot. I couldn’t get over how sexy he looked in his board shorts. They hung perfectly on his hips and made me think about the wonderful package he was hiding beneath them.

  I felt like such a pervert when it came to Chance, but to be honest I knew it was because I was infatuated with him.

  I was following him like a little puppy dog when he suddenly turned around. “Are you checking out my ass?”

  “Maybe,” I said as I kept moving toward him.

  He spun back around and yelled, “Carry on!”

  I had to smile. Chance always did that. He could find something sarcastic to say even when things were serious. It was just another quirk about him that I admired.

  He found us a perfect spot in the sand. It was close enough to the water that we could see everything, but far enough back so we didn’t get our blanket wet.

  Chance had one of his naughty leers on his face after we got it spread out and were starting to go through our bags. He reached inside of his and pulled out a bottle of suntan oil. It said that it was SPF ten, which was plenty enough for my dark complexion. He held it up and smiled like he was advertising it for a commercial, showing off his perfect teeth.

  I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him, while he stuck out his lip and gave me a sad face.

  In that moment I stood up off the blanket and pulled my sun dress over my head, and when I did, I saw Chance do a double take. I didn’t think my bathing suit was bad. It did happen to be a string bikini, and it also was held together with silver metal rings. One was hooked between the breasts, and another on either of the sides. The bottoms were kind of small and had two rings on each hip, leaving the sides open to only bare skin. The suit itself was red and I thought it went great with my skin color. Chance continued to stare.