A Hope and a Chance(88)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Chance’s hands were on my chest as he cupped my breasts in his hands. He tugged at the tiny bra and allowed them to fall out of the top. His tongue brushed against one of my nipples and I felt it trigger a reaction instantly between my legs.

All of my nervousness had subsided as Chance ran his hand down my abdomen, and reached into my decorative panties. When his finger found out how hot and ready I was, he began sliding it in and out of me. My legs straddled his body on the couch as he continued to move his finger deeper into my folds.

I thrust my head back and felt the sensation growing between my legs. Finally, I erupted and felt it running through my entire body. “Oh, yeah,” I cried out!

I didn’t waste any time unbuttoning his jeans and pulling it out with my hand. Chance ripped off my Santa panties right before I jumped back on top of him. His mouth found my nipple again, the exact moment his hard cock entered me. I moved up and down in a steady groove. The room had once been chilly, but it was now scorching hot. I gripped Chance’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. I just wanted to see that chest, the one that I thought about so often. I used his shoulders to push my weight up and down, while he tugged at my waist to assist. My breasts were bouncing in his face, so he stuck out his tongue to catch my nipple. He pushed them together licking them both at the same time.

“Please don’t stop, Hope. Fuck me, baby,” he murmured as he licked both nipples again.

This time we both screamed out in a simultaneous bout of extreme bliss. I collapsed on top of him, allowing his strong arms to keep me close. “That was awesome,” he whispered in my hair while still out of breath. “Can you wear that every year for me?”

“Mmm, of course.”

Hope’s present to me was AMAZING! I was glad she finally let me touch her, because I was about to explode in my pants just having to watch. She had no idea what her body did to me, and with only a week until her eighteenth birthday, I was becoming anxious. We decided we were going to wait until after the New Year to tell the whole world about our relationship. We were both concerned that her parents wouldn’t approve, at least at first. We’d been sneaking around for so long now that it was going to hurt more than help.

“Would you be mad if I gave you both of your presents tomorrow?” I asked.

“No. Did I do something wrong?”

I shook my head “Baby, you did everything right.”

“I guess I can wait,” she replied.

Since I knew that Buffy and Mark were going to be home really late, it was just another reason for Hope to sleep in my bed tonight. I wanted to wake up and be the first person to wish her a Merry Christmas.

“How about we head over and climb into bed? We can continue watching the movies from my room.”

We both stood up and gathered our clothes. Hope ran upstairs and grabbed something to wear in the morning when she went for her run. We then headed to the pool house. My mind was all over the place as we climbed in next to one another. It wasn’t just Christmas that excited me. It was Hope turning eighteen.

When I woke up it was brighter than normal. I climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom, and stopped to look out the window. It had begun to snow and the grass was already covered. Realizing it was Christmas morning I hurried to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and grab Hope’s secret present.

When I got back into the room she was already sitting up leaning on her elbows. “Come back to bed,” she purred.

I climbed onto the mattress and handed her a shoebox that I had tried to wrap myself. The ribbon was in disarray, but it served its purpose enough.

She looked at me having no idea what the gift was, and began to unwrap it. To her surprise, the box was empty, so it seemed. She shook it and heard something small hitting the sides. She grabbed the ball of tissue paper and started ripping it apart.

Hope froze when the tiny ring fell onto her lap. She held it in her hand and looked up to me.

“Chance?”

“Hope, I know we’re young. I don’t want you to feel like this is something we have to set in stone. Our love story has been complicated from the very beginning. It seems like we always have some hurdle standing in our way. I bought you this ring as a promise. I promise to always love you and want to share my life and my future with you. You don’t have to wear it, but just keep it until you’re ready.”

Hope looked at the ring. It wasn’t gigantic, but it wasn’t too small either. The heart diamond in the center was only a half carat, but the band was covered in tiny diamonds all the way around. “If you don’t like it we can return it. I picked out white gold because it goes so well with your skin.” When I realized I was starting to ramble, I shut up, desperately waiting for a response.

When she remained silent I felt as if this purchase had been a huge mistake. How could I have thrown myself out there without considering it could backfire?

Hope looked up at me, and I noticed her eyes were filled with tears. In that instant I felt like she was going to tell me she couldn’t accept it.

I was panicking.

“Chance, this is so beautiful. I don’t know what to say. I certainly didn’t expect anything like this from you. It must have cost a lot of money.”

“Well, I paid off my motorcycle that I’d bought on my credit card, and it was just begging me to buy something else with it. It doesn’t even matter what it cost, Hope. You mean everything to me.”

Hope put the ring on her finger, and I got butterflies watching her admire it. “What if I don’t want to ever take it off?” She asked.

“Well as happy as that makes me, I think you might want to at least wait one more week,” I suggested. “So does this mean you like it?”

“I love it! I want to wear it forever.”

I couldn’t contain the size of my smile. “I love you. It represents that promise. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you too, Chance, Merry Christmas.”

Once Hope and I were ready to let go of each other, we both finally made our way into the main house. Like always, my sister had made a huge spread of food. She greeted me with a big kiss while I snatched her up for a hug.

Hope and I had already sat out the gifts under the tree; we’d even shook the ones with our names. Once we had breakfast and coffee we headed into the living room to exchange presents.

Hope and I handed Buffy her first box. Buffy smiled and began opening it. When she pulled out a custom made apron she stood up and put it on. Her name was embroidered at the top and all kinds of pastries were in different patterns all over it, but the best part was that it was almost all pink. “Oh my gosh, I love it! Thank you guys so much.”