Hope's Chance(25)

With a plan mapped out, I knew what needed to be done. Instead of getting in the shower, I headed down to the pool.

I had no idea where Chance had gone, but once I got outside I made it my mission to hunt him down. I didn’t have to walk far. He was sitting at the picnic table smoking a cigarette. “You know those things will kill you?”

He smirked. “Yeah? So will your father when he finds out I f*cked his daughter.”

I watched the smoke exit his mouth. It made me think about what he had done with that mouth earlier. The way he said the word “f*ck” gave me butterflies between my legs and I was already so turned on just being this close to him.

I bit my lip and approached him.

“Do you care if I go swimming?” I asked in my sexiest voice.

“Nope, you don’t have to ask permission.” He answered, while never taking his eyes off my mouth.

I ran my hand over my neck and down the fabric of my shirt, taking it extra slow once I got to my chest. My lips were parted just enough where he could see my tongue licking across my top teeth as I watched my hand sliding down. I took my shirt into my hands and pulled it over my head slowly, while I faced him. When I looked at him again, he was sitting at the table with his mouth wide open. He was even more shocked to notice I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He caught my eyes on his and snapped his attention to being serious. I was afraid he would be mad at first. “What are you trying to do Hope?”

I ran both of my hands in a circle motion over each nipple and I bit my lip as I watched myself. Without looking up to see his expression, I answered him. “I was kind of hoping you would want to watch.”

I didn’t wait to see his reaction. I turned to face my back to him. Slowly, I slid my pants down off my feet and dove into the pool. I surfaced in the shallow end, making sure my breasts came out of the water enough for him to see. I played around with the water in front of me, while I looked directly at him.

“Chance.” I said quietly again, while I rubbed my hands from my neck to the back of my hair.

“Hope please don’t do this to me. I am trying so hard to do the right thing here.” He put his face into his hands.

“I’m not even near you Chance. You don’t have to touch me, if you don’t want to.” I teased.

I could tell he was already f*cking me with his eyes and it made me want to keep it up. His hands may not have been touching me, but it felt like they were.

“You are killing me Hope. Please stop fighting me on this.”

I was determined to keep at it. He had to give in. There was no way he was going to walk away with me doing this.

“Chance please. Just one weekend. Be with me for one weekend.”

He looked up at me with pain in his eyes. When he stood up I got excited, but then I watched him shake his head and walk into the pool house.

I stayed in the shallow end sulking for a few more minutes until I realized I had made a complete fool out of myself. I should have just stayed in my room. There was nothing more humiliating than what I had just done. My eyes filled with more tears and I knew I would never be able to face him again.

Just as I started to climb out of the pool, I heard a splash coming from the other end of the pool. Before I could turn around, I felt his hands around my waist.

His lips found my shoulder and he kissed it with his tongue.

He turned me around to face him. His hands cupped both sides of my face. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”

I closed my eyes. “Please kiss me Chance. Just kiss me.”

He kissed my lips once and pulled back. “One weekend Hope. That’s all I can give you.” He announced.

He brought his lips to mine and I realized why he had gone inside. I pulled away from him. “You brushed your teeth?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want you to have to kiss an ashtray.”

“Kiss me again Chance. Please don’t stop kissing me.” I pleaded.

His lips were on mine again.



Chance



I couldn’t help myself. It was bad enough that I had left her for a second time after sleeping with her, but I couldn’t say no to her when she stood in front of me naked begging me to spend time with her. I cared about her, and I didn’t want her sitting in the house crying thinking I didn’t want her the way she wanted me.

She had to know if I could change things I would. I tried to rationalize this with myself every day since that night and the same conclusion kept coming up. I wanted her.

From the moment she stripped down in front of me I could feel myself weakening. I should have told her that when I went inside it was only to wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth. I didn’t want her to have to taste something that dirty. I think she was shocked when I jumped in the pool and reached my arms around her. Her skin felt so smooth to touch with the water all around us.

When I reached down and kissed her soft lips I knew that there wasn’t any other place I needed to be. I may have broken a promise to Mark, but was it right to break a promise to myself? There was something about this girl that made me feel like I couldn’t be without her, something that kept me wanting more. Not just the idea of anything sexual, but also the idea of wanting so much more than that.

As we continued to kiss I felt her hands reaching down to my waist. She pulled away when she realized I wasn’t wearing any shorts. She pulled back and looked amazed.