A Hope and a Chance(78)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Hope’s body jerked in ecstasy as I slid my head between her legs and pleasured her until she screamed my name. Just as I had finished, she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me deeply. She always knew how crazy it made me when she did that. My rock hard cock beckoned for attention immediately.

Hope positioned herself on top of me, and when our bodies became one, she took control of the movements. I intertwined our hands, while she rocked back and forth on top of me. I wanted to grab at her hips, but I couldn’t make myself let go of her hands. Things were perfect, and our bodies seemed in sync with one another.

For the second time, Hope began to pick up the pace. Her loud cries let me know that she’d reached euphoria once more. Seeing and hearing her in that condition got to me. I felt a burst of release, and succumbed to my own reward.

Afterwards, I rubbed her back and played with her hair while she remained on top of my sweaty body. “How do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what?” She asked as she rested her head on my chest.

“You make every time just as good as the first time, maybe even better,” I admitted.

I felt Hope shrug her shoulders. “You’re just being nice because I gave you some.” She didn’t get it.

“Nope, it’s the truth. You’re so damn irresistible. All I want to do is be with you.”

Hope began rubbing the top of my chest with her fingers. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can. Ask me anything, baby."

“Did she love you?”

Except that. Damn! “I don’t know, Hope. I don’t want to know.”

“How long did it go on? I mean, how many times?”

I didn’t count how many times. Hope was fishing for answers and she really didn’t need to know details like that. Hell, I didn’t even want to think about them. Doing that with Susan made me feel sneaky. When my sister found out she flipped. It definitely contributed to their severed friendship. Obviously they kept in touch, but they were never as close as they were. I think Buffy refused to trust her, even though she wouldn’t admit it.

“Can we please not talk about it? I’m not trying to be mean or hurt your feelings, and I surely didn’t tell you that to make you feel insecure. I just wanted you to know the truth, so that if she said anything you would not get the wrong idea about us. Please, can we just lie here together without the third degree?” I begged.

“I’m sorry. You’re right.” She wrapped her arms around me.

“I want you to sleep here tonight. Do you think you can sneak out later?” I asked.

I could feel Hope beaming as she lay against my chest. Her head began to nod up and down. “I’ll find a way.”

“Hope?”

“Yes?”

“What do you want for Christmas? I mean, you haven’t told me anything.” I needed ideas, because I had that and a birthday to shop for.

“Surprise me. I’ll love whatever you choose. My necklace is my most prized possession. It’ll be hard to beat that,” She taunted.

“I smiled, knowing exactly what I wanted to get her. She would love it, I was certain.

45

I woke up in Chance’s arms early the next morning. Sneaking out hadn’t been a problem the night before. My dad and Buffy came in from shopping around nine and went right to bed as a result of exhaustion.

When I looked at the clock I knew I had plenty of time to cuddle with Chance before anyone noticed that I wasn’t in my room. I couldn’t wait for this charade to finally be finished. Maybe other people wouldn’t be able to understand how Chance had fallen in love with someone that hadn’t turned eighteen yet, but it wasn’t like he was dating a child. I was a woman who was old enough to make my own choices. I’d come on to him at first, and though he tried to push me away, our chemistry was undeniable.

I’d been with other people, well one other person, and that relationship lasted a year. I was familiar with commitment. I’d graduated high school and was now attending college. What more could they expect out of an adult? I was on the right track, and I had one person to thank.

The three-year difference in our age meant nothing to us when we looked at the big picture.

There had been so many times when I wanted to tell my mother about him, but each time I had chickened out. If my mother was in the wrong kind of mood or not feeling well, it could have sent her over to my father’s house on the warpath. She couldn’t afford to stress about things. I had to play my cards right so that nobody got hurt.

When I finally felt Chance’s strong arms squeezing me tight, I knew he was awake. “Good morning, baby,” he said with his eyes still closed.

“How did you know it was me?” I joked. “I could have placed an imposter here to fool you.”

“Your morning breath gave it away,” he kidded.

“Ha ha.” I said as I leaned up and purposely kissed him.

“I knew because I never once let you out of my arms last night, and because your skin always smells like heaven.”

“I like your answer. I’ll let you live to see another day now.” I stood up and headed into the bathroom, where I found my spare toothbrush that Chance always kept for me.

“Mind if I use your toothbrush?” I joked. He gagged at the idea of sharing toothbrushes, even though I’d done it before. I found it funny that he had little quirks. I stood there waiting for him to reply, but I didn’t hear him. Then he suddenly appeared in the doorway, standing there naked in front of me.

“You have your own, smart ass. Watch out for a minute. I have to piss.” He said as he walked toward the toilet and began going, while I stood there brushing my teeth.

“Seriously? I hate when you do this.”

“Do what? I am going to the bathroom. You go to the bathroom at least ten times a day. What is the big deal?”

“You never want privacy though.” I was a woman who sometimes needed my privacy. There were things that a female needs to do without a man in the room.

“No. I do want privacy, except from you. I have nothing to hide from you. I want to be able to share everything. We all poop, Hope. It’s natural human disposal.”

I cringed as he’d said it.

“Don’t give me that look. I know that’s what you’re getting at. Trust me I eat the same food as you. I’m fully aware that you sometimes have to shit. Everyone does it.”

“Oh my God, please stop. This is so embarrassing.”