A Hope and a Chance(57)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“I remember,” I said as I imagined being there in his arms, so tightly held, safe, and happy.

“When I miss you I think about that moment. I picture us together, where no one can hurt us. It’s just me and you and that big ocean. We may be miles away at the moment, but you’re with me when I close my eyes. Your dad may have sent me away, but it’s not going to change what we have.”

“How am I supposed to put on a straight face when I’m going to be missing you so much?”

“Tell him it’s stress from what happened to you. Make his ass sweat bullets for not nailing those two little pricks to the wall.”

“Believe me, I plan to. If he thinks for one minute I’m going to let that go, he’s got another thing coming.” I had so much pent up anger when it came to my father, and it wasn’t just because of his latest acts. It was derived from years of not being around.

“Are you gritting your teeth? I can hear it in the way you change your voice. It’s so cute. I can picture the way you tighten up your lips, and squint your eyes.”

“Stop. I don’t do that.” I sat up and looked at my reflection in the mirror, making that same face, and holding in my hysterics because he was spot on.

“You do so.” Chance snickered. “You’re so cute when you’re defensive.”

“Well you’re so cute when you’re shirtless.”

“Is that so?” He was taunting me to continue. “What if I told you that I was shirtless right now? Are you picturing that?”

“I am now,” I giggled.

“Maybe you should take off your shirt. I mean, it’s only fair if I have something sexy to picture.”

I plopped down on my bed, letting my head hit the pillow. I wasn’t removing my shirt if I didn’t have to. “I’m already in my bra.”

“You’re full of shit, Hope. Come on. Go lock your door and get naked for me. I’m going to give you a bedtime story, and it requires your undivided cooperation.”

As humiliating as it felt. I put the phone on the mattress and began taking off my clothes. While I knew he could still hear me, I spoke. “This better be worth it, Chance. If you tell anyone I did this, you’ll be sorry.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” My bedroom door was already locked, so I climbed under my covers, feeling modest even with being all alone in the room.

“Are you naked?”

“Obviously. Do you want me to tell you that I’m touching myself,” I asked sarcastically.

Chance hooted. “This would be a lot easier if you went along with it.”

“This is incredibly weird. I’m all alone in my room. Do people actually do this?”

“Close your eyes and run your fingers over one of your nipples.”

“No.”

“Just shut up and do it. Please, baby. I need this.”

When he put it that way I knew I had to go through with it. I closed my eyes, reluctantly grazing my nipple with my nails. Immediately my body reacted to the touch. “Mmm, I’m doing it.”

“Good girl. Now slide that hand down further and touch your pussy. I bet it’s so warm.”

I continued down until I reached that spot. My smooth skin was in fact warm, just liked he’d said.

“Now slip your fingers inside and start rubbing yourself. Do it the way my tongue feels. Pretend it’s me getting you off.”

I moaned. “It’s nice.”

“Hope, I’m so hard.”

I wanted to laugh, but knew I’d ruin the moment. The idea of us both being alone on a bed made me snicker to myself anyway. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“Oh, I’m going to let you suck it. That’s what.”

Hearing him boast about what he wanted me to do sent chills throughout my already sensitive body. I knew we weren’t physically able to be together, and while Chance was making the best of the situation, I finally subdued myself into accepting that this was the only way. “You want me to lick it first?”

He groaned, causing me to react with a huge grin. He was totally getting aroused from this. I too was feeling new sensations. “Suck it hard, Hope. Keep rubbing yourself. I’m close, baby.”

I rubbed myself harder, keeping my eyes closed as I envisioned his tongue doing all the work. Even before I heard his deep breathing on the phone, or the sound he made when his body tensed up, I was already beginning to convulse. My ass lifted off the bed as I continued massaging my throbbing clit. In a matter of minutes I’d brought myself to climax, and although it was hot, I felt a bit ashamed, as if it was naughty. I waited for Chance to reply, since I felt a tad bit embarrassed.

“I made a mess,” He laughed to himself. “I better let you go so I can clean myself up. Thanks for playing along, Hope.”

“You’re welcome. It was … interesting.”

“You liked it. I know you did.”

“I wish you were here. It’s not the same.”

“I’ll be home before you know it. Listen, I’ll call you when I get done with work. I’ll be thinking about you until then.”

I pulled the covers up to my neck, refusing to redress when my body was still sensitive. “Me too. Goodnight, Chance.”

After we’d hung up I stared at my ceiling, trying to come up with a simple solution to being able to act normal when my heart was breaking to pieces. This wasn’t a choice that either of us would have made. There was one person to blame for my utter loneliness, and unfortunately I shared a blood connection to him.

I refused to speak to my father, even at meals when he sat at the same table with us. Buffy finally gave in and started talking to him after holding out for a week. He seemed remorseful, but the damage was done.

Chance called me at least twice a day. He called to wake me up in the mornings and then to tell me goodnight; although, sometimes our nighttime talks would last for hours. One good thing about him being away was that we got to communicate a lot more than we did around the house. We didn’t really have to hide. Since I spent most of my time in my room, my father never even knew, not that I even cared.

Buffy called Chance every few days, always making it a habit to bring it up at dinner time when my father was around. She talked about how much he hated it, and wished he could be here where his only family was.

Obviously, the news of Chance being homesick did not faze him in the least. He played golf with Mr. Greg at least once a week. They shot the shit over the phone, and I even heard him mentioning Trevor and Michael in a positive conversation.