A Hope and a Chance(30)
Author: Jennifer Foor

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.

“What’s wrong with you?” I finally asked.

“What are you wearing, Hope?”

“It’s my bathing suit. I borrowed it from Buffy a couple weeks ago.”

“That does not have enough fabric to constitute as clothing. Holy shit!”