A Hope and a Chance(87)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her for the entire car ride. At one point she held her hand up to shade herself from me, because I kept taking pictures on my phone. When we finally got to the glass shop I jumped out and opened her door for her. I wanted everyone there to know she was taken.

The mall was right across the main highway from the shop, so it was easy for us to walk over there and get our shopping done while we waited.

I held Hope’s hand as we crossed the busy road, and even as we strolled from store to store. I noticed people looking at us, and I couldn’t help but smile. We were both dressed pretty nice; compared to a few people that were actually shopping in raggedy old pajama pants.

When we got into a major department store I headed directly toward the household section. “Where are we going?” Hope asked.

“We are getting your dad and Buff one of those new coffee machines that makes one cup at a time.”

Hope giggled as we approached the said machine. “You’re getting them something we can use too? How awesome is that?”

“My ideas are always kick-ass, baby.” I threw her a smile before turning my attention to the selection.

We ended up picking out the biggest machine, and after buying a specific coffee and the accessories I wasn’t worried about them thinking we bought it for ourselves too.

Hope decided she wanted to get her mother a charm bracelet. I thought it was a great idea, because they could always add to it. We found a jewelry kiosk in the center of the mall and started working with an associate to gather the charms Hope was looking for. Before Hope caught on, I saw the chick checking me out. I tried to be polite and smile, but she immediately got all googly eyed.

Just as I saw Hope had noticed, I grabbed her hand and kissed it. I looked directly up at the girl. “Do you have any large diamond rings here?” I asked.

Her eyes got really big. “No, we only sell accessory jewelry. There is a fancier store right down there though if that is what you are looking for,” she explained in a shitty manner. I wanted to laugh in her face. Why did chicks do that when the guys were obviously taken already?

Hope was looking up at me as I gave her a wink. “We’re going there next, baby. I can’t wait to get that thing on your finger.” I announced loud enough that the girl would hear playing off how she’d reacted.

We paid for our things and headed on our way. Hope stopped me after we were out of the girls view. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Did what? I told her that I wanted to get you a ring? It was the truth,” I confessed.

She didn’t know how much I wanted her to have it. I know we were young, but it was a promise that when we were ready, we would do it.

“You know I can’t wear something like that around the house, Chance. At least not for the next few weeks.” She corrected.

“Fine, I’ll wait!” I gave in. “So who’re we shopping for next?”

“Actually, I need to get you something. Do you want to pick it out yourself?” She asked.

“Hell no! I like surprises. In fact, you being in a giant box would be awesome. Do you think you could put yourself under the tree?” I joked.

Hope looped her arm into mine as we walked. “I don’t think that would be a feasible option.”

We both laughed. What she didn’t realize was that I was truly picturing her coming out of that box, naked of course. “Well how about you go shopping for me and I go shopping for you, then we can meet back here in thirty minutes,” I suggested.

“Okay, it’s a deal. No peeking at the bags though.”

“You too!” I threatened and pointed my finger at her. “And no talking to hot dudes.” I added.

Hope started stepping away from me backwards. “The only hot dude in this mall is already mine. See you later, baby.”

Hearing her call me baby was hot! She needed to do it more.

51

After finishing shopping with Chance, I couldn’t wait for Christmas to get here. I’d made plans to spend time with my mother, and was eager to give her the bracelet that Chance had helped me purchase for her. I was also contemplating introducing them. It was exciting for me to finally be able to show him off as my boyfriend.

Buffy and my dad had gone out for a Christmas Eve party and left he and I alone for the night. I’m sure Buffy knew what was going to happen, but my dad sure didn’t. They’d been so caught up with wedding plans, that Chance and I were able to spend all of our time together.

Since the temperature outside had dropped, he was working on projects inside the house, so I usually just hung out or helped him.

Chance and I had made plans for an all night marathon of A Christmas Story and National Lampoon’s Christmas. There was no other two favorite movies of mine that I could watch over and over during the holidays.

Chance made us hot chocolate and we cuddled on the couch together.

“Do you want to open your present?” I asked anxiously.

“What about tomorrow?”

“I have something normal to give you then. This present is just for us,” I confessed.

Chance got a huge grin on his face, and I could see those shallow dimples showing. “Sure. Can I give you one of yours then?”

“Okay.”

I ran up to my room to get Chance’s present ready, while he ran out to his place to get mine. I was so nervous and wondered if this was some mistake. It certainly wasn’t something I was comfortable with.

When I had put the finishing touches on it, I heard Chance coming in the kitchen door. I ran downstairs and hid until he was parked comfortably on the couch. I snuck up behind him, tied the bandana around his eyes, and then turned on the song ‘Santa Baby’.

I was so nervous that my body was shaking profusely. I started rubbing Chance’s legs and made sure he didn’t try to touch me. By the time I’d sat back on his lap, he knew what was happening. His hands slid from my neck to my very tiny Santa’s helper bra and panties. They were both red velvet with fur trim, but the fabric was non-existent at that.

When Chance felt the fabric, he quickly pulled off the blindfold. “Holy shit!” Was all he could say.

I stood up right in front of him and swayed my hips slowly from side to side. I squatted down and came back up running my fingers over my exposed abdomen. The black heels I had borrowed from Buffy’s closet were actually easier than I thought to dance in, and I felt extremely sexy with them on.

I picked up my foot and drug my heel between his legs, making sure it brushed against his hardness. His eyes never left my body. He kept biting his lip and contorting his face, like I was torturing him. I ran my hands through my hair, letting my hands linger behind my head. I turned and readily shook my ass right in front of his face. Then I kneeled on the floor, crawling my way up to his lap, so I could lick him across his lips.