Hope's Chance(32)
“Chance! There is no way. They would see our faces.” She argued. “I can’t keep a straight face when you are inside of me.” She admitted.
“You have got to not talk like that Hope; I am getting hard as we speak.” I confessed.
She pushed herself away from me and began backstroking. I swam toward her and watched as she caught a wave and made her way into shore, only turning back to give me that teasing smile she knew made me crazy.
I had to stay in the water for a few extra minutes to get myself calmed down, but finally met her on the beach. She was holding the tanning oil, waiting for me to apply it. “Do you want to put this on me, or will it make you hard in front of all these people.” She teased looking around to add to her game.
“Touching you in anyway makes me hard Hope. But, you already know that.” I said as I grabbed the oil.
She lay on her stomach and I poured it over her back and massaged it into her skin. I could tell it felt good cause she relaxed her shoulders and let me work my magic. I was able to maintain a calm stature within my pants, but it wasn’t without a lot of effort.
When I was finished, she insisted on applying it to my back as well. We both lay on our stomachs but faced each other. We talked for hours, only taking breaks to turn over or cool off in the water. Being with her was like being in heaven. She was so thoughtful and I found myself hanging onto every word she said. I wanted to know everything about her, and I knew it would take a lot longer than just today.
Chapter 18
Hope
The hot sun beat down on Chance and I, but neither of us seemed to care. We were too caught up in each other to notice anything really. When we finally agreed we were both hungry, we stood up and realized that we were one of the only few people still on the beach.
Chance had asked me so many questions, starting with what it was like when I was a child, and then on to what it was like when my parents decided to separate. I told him all about my past relationships and how my last boyfriend still had hopes of us getting back together. When I assured him it was never going to happen, he just smiled and seemed to be happy about it.
Explaining the breakup of my parents had always been a hard topic for me to deal with. I had just become a teenager, and with that came all of the physical and emotional changes someone goes through at that age. My parents had been so wrapped up in hating each other, that I was left to fend for myself.
I started hanging around the wrong people and eventually my grades began to fall. Thankfully, Rylee had moved closer to where we lived and I started spending more time with her family. Her mother treated me like I was her own. She took me out and bought me feminine products and explained how everything worked.
My mother never even noticed I had gotten my period until six months later. I remember it vividly. We were sitting at the dinner table with my grandparents and they had made beets. I hated the way they tasted, and made your mouth turn red. When my mother put them on my plate and demanded I eat them, I freaked out. I started getting all emotional at the table and my mother, being the last to notice, yelled out, “You act like a woman on her period!” When I yelled back and confirmed that I actually was, she was so shocked. She took me in my room and cried for half the night admitting she had been a bad mother for not being there when I needed her.
After that she seemed to always be one step ahead of my decisions. She was my number one supporter, and as my relationship with my father drifted to non—existent, she was there to pick up the pieces. I admired her so much.
When I explained all of that to Chance, he just lay there holding my hand taking it all in with a smile on his face. I could tell that he liked hearing about my mother, and since I knew his mother had died unexpectantly, I knew it was the right time to ask him about it. If he wanted to tell me he could anytime.
Chance and I converted all of our dry and sand free items to one bag and put all of the beach exposed things in another one. He held my bag and carried my flip flops with one hand, and held my hand with his other as we walked off the beach.
Every time I looked in his direction he was smiling at me, and each time he would give my hand a tighter squeeze. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
Once we got onto the boardwalk we walked around looking for a place to eat. Chance became secretive and we began to walk into a parking garage right off the boardwalk. We ducked past a couple cars before we reached an outdoor shower that had a little privacy to it. It was still out in the open, but Chance pulled out our beach blanket and tucked it into the ceiling so that it made a makeshift curtain. He got me situated inside of it and stood guard on the outside so I could strip out of my bathing suit and change into something dry, without being sandy.
As soon as I turned off the water, he was handing me my sundress and a pair of underwear. For some reason I found it more sweet than embarrassing. I came out from behind the makeshift curtain and let him zip up the dress in the back. The one I had brought with me had a built in bra that thankfully supported my breasts enough to wear and I didn’t look ridiculous. When Chance got to the top of my zipper he kissed the back of my neck. “All done beautiful” He whispered.
“Thank you!” I said smiling.
I turned as he slipped in past me and took his turn getting rinsed off. Just as he had done for me, I reached into the bag and located his clean clothes. When the water turned off I handed him the dry clothes and waited for him to get dressed.