Hope's Chance(73)

Chance



A friend of mine at Penn state used to use this study plan with his girlfriend, except she was the one testing him. He said she never let him tease his way out of studying. Hope hated to study, and she would be the first person to admit it.

Once she sat down and stopped trying to argue her way out of studying, I grabbed the first book and started with the questions.

For her math class, she did alright, but did not answer enough questions correctly on the first time around. She got mad, but only for a few minutes. I grabbed the notes that she had taken and taught her little things to remember the answers easier. When she seemed like she understood things better, I quizzed her again. She only missed one question, which in turn required me to remove one article of clothing. It was a wise choice for me to layer up too. When I removed the t-shirt to show that I had an undershirt underneath, she wasn’t too pleased.

“Seriously? When have you ever worn one of those? Did you steal that from my father’s laundry basket?” She said frustrated.

When we got to her next course, which happened to be chemistry, she tried to distract me. She unzipped her sweat jacket revealing only a bra underneath. “It is really hot in here today.” She said as she fanned herself.

I stared into the book and refused to look at her. Finally, after a few minutes she focused her attention on me only being one shirt away from a naked chest.

Hope must have enjoyed Chemistry class because she did well on my quiz the first time around. I stood up and acted like a sexy male stripper, as I removed my undershirt.

Before I could turn around, I heard catcalls coming from Hopes chair. I turned around and sat down on the couch, like it never happened.

“There should be a rule that states you can’t act all sexy when removing your clothes. That is so not fair!” She said.

I held the next textbook high enough that Hope could not see me smiling from behind it. I love when she got frustrated. Her face became red and she gritted her teeth when she spoke.

Her next course was psychology. She did horrible on the first quiz, so I decided to take a break for lunch. I headed into the kitchen to make us something to eat. When I felt Hope’s arms wrapping around me, I welcomed them in, but realized immediately what was happening. I grabbed her hands and removed them. “Hold up. Just because we are breaking for lunch does not mean you can sample the merchandise.”

“But Chance, I want you.” She said with a pouty face.

“Get back in there and go over your notes. We still have two subjects to pass before you can have some of this goodness.” I joked.

“You suck Chance.” She said as she walked back into the living room.

“I love you too!” I yelled back.

I made us both a sandwich and took them into the living room. Hope grabbed the plate and started eating, while she gave me dirty looks. I knew this was all her game to try and sway me from letting her off the hook from studying.

When we finished eating, I dove right back in. Eventually I taught Hope a jingle to enable her to remember her questions easier. After the third attempt, she passed. I did not hesitate when I removed my jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Hope sat back and watched me. She bit down on her lip and it took everything in me, not to walk over to her, pick her up, and carry her to my bedroom.

The last subject was a business management class she was taking. She managed to enroll in the class late to gain an extra credit for the semester. Hope seemed focused and within thirty minutes had answered almost every question correctly. She did a silent clap with her hands and pointed to my boxers. I gave her a big smile as I grabbed the elastic band on them and played with it. I pulled them down just enough so that she still couldn’t see anything that was hiding inside of them.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should have made that last test harder.” I joked.





Chapter 42


Hope

I was determined to ace that last test, not only because I couldn’t wait any longer to see Chance without clothes, but because I had never studied that much in my entire life. It was already three in the afternoon and it felt like Chance and I hadn’t had alone time, even though we had been together all day. Chance gave me a big smile before leading me into the bedroom. He was never forceful with me and I appreciated it so much. His gentle touch gave me butterflies, each and every time he touched me.

I loved being with him and feeling him so close to me. His arms wrapped around me even before he took off those boxers.

“I think I just need one hug before you seduce me.” He joked.

“I don’t think I want to waste anymore time Chance. Drop your drawers!” I demanded.

Chance sat me down on the bed and he knelt between my legs. “I need to talk to you about something important Hope.” He said in a serious tone.

I studied his face and all of the joking was gone from it. He put his hands on both of my knees and looked into my eyes.

“Chance, whatever it is, you can say it.” I declared.

“Has Buffy talked to you about any of her friends?” He asked.

I had no idea what he was getting at. “No. Well not really. She said some of their names and talked about fun things that she did when she was my age, but nothing in particular. Why? What is wrong with her friends?” I asked.

Chance’s face was indescribable. I couldn’t read him like I normally could. “There is something that you need to know before they start getting here for the wedding; something that I need to talk to you about.”