Chapter Three:

 

       “Would you like a glass of wine” Chance asked.

       “Sure I would like that, Thanks,” Sam replied.

       Chance poured them both a glass of grape wine. Sam sipped it very slowly.

       “Would you like to go out back, the sunset is beautiful to watch” Chance insisted.

       “Certainly I would like that very much.” Sam said thinking about the times in the summer when she was seventeen, when they would sit and watch the sunset set.

       Chance smiled at Sam and he led her to a wooden, old door. The walk to that door seemed like a million miles. Sam was staring at Chance as he walked watching as he moved with his strong muscular legs. She could see his sex appeal that he still had. He opened and they walked to a swinging couch.

       They were sitting on the couch swinging. Sam felt like this is exactly where she belonged. She had never felt this way in years. This was a feeling she liked, it was a feeling that only Chance could make her feel.

       Sam could see flash backs of when her and Chance first fell in love. She was feeling deep emotions that she thought she had gotten out of her. Seeing Chance made her hot. His body and face and, how charming he was, was getting to her.

       “So what so you do for a living. Id I may ask that. I better hear you’re a writer, Chance.” Sam said with a laugh remembering how good of a writer Chance was.

       “Well” Chance started, “I’m an editor at the Charleston daily news.”

       “Oh really” Sam said surprised. “I always thought you would be a writer. You had such a passion for it” Sam said.

       “Samantha I stopped writing years ago. I tried to be a writer. It just didn’t work out I guess” He said this with such sadness in his voice.

       “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know. But why did you quit, you where an amazing writer Chance” Sam said this with a smile.

       “I found no true interest in it. I don’t know after you left a lot of me changed.”

       When Sam heard him say this it made her feel funny. Not really mad but, not really sad. It was bittersweet to her. She felt like she was seventeen again.

       “Why” Sam heard come out of her mouth. She wanted to hold it back. She tried but, she didn’t succeed. She didn’t know why she asked that, it was as if she was not controlling what she was saying.

       “What” Chance replied confused.

       “Why did you not write to me or, call me all those years I waited for you and, you never called” Sam cried out. She felt herself get weak, from old emotions. She couldn’t stand holding it back another second.

       “Sam I did, I wrote to you every day and even called. You mother told me you didn’t want to talk from me” Chance said with a sorrow in his voice.

       “Chance that’s not true, I loved you and, always wanted you to call me” Sam said. “You where everything to me, I only wanted you,” Sam said.

       So many things were going through both their minds. Sam could feel rage for her mother. How could the old cow do that to her? There was rage in Sam’s eyes, not for Chance but, for her mother. She was at the same time happy and, relived. To know that Chance didn’t just up and give up on them.

       “Oh my goodness Chance I’m so sorry. I just thought you just gave up on us” Sam looked in his eyes as she did this letting a few tears drop from her eyes.

       “Sam I would never do that to you, you where everything to me. I love you to this day. Loosing you tore me up, I love you.”

       At that second Sam could feel herself go totally weak. She began crying hysterically. She felt Chance’s arms go around her. She didn’t resist. She looked up and, was looking into Chance’s beautiful blue eyes, his strong muscular body holding her. She slowly fell into him. His lips met hers. She could taste his lips, so soft and sweet. She could feel the passion in her body.  She wanted him, wanted him bad. It had been years since a man ever touched her in this way.

       “Take me” Sam whispered in sweet passion. Sam could feel Chance’s big muscular arms running up her dress touching her hard n*****s that were tingling. She could see how physically strong that Chance was, he was so appealing.

       At that moment Chance picks Sam up and takes her inside. Chance carried her himself up to his little single bedroom. He set his one true love on his queen size bed.

       He looks to Sam and says “Sam this is where you always belonged, on my bed” as he said this he took off his shirt. Sam could see how muscular and tan he was. His pecks so round and, his arms so big Sam could see every battle scar he received from the war.

       Chance pulled down Sam’s dress. He could see her body how her breast looked. They look so perky, like she was new. He could feel the tension in her when he un-buttoned her bra and her nude body appeared. She was shaking.

       Chance kissed her lips. “Sam I want to kiss you at every second of every day. You deserve to be treated like a rose,” Chance in a moment of passion. At that second Chance took Sam’s legs and groped then around his body. He started making love to her. It started slow and then Chance started to hump her as fast as his legs would let him.

       Sam held on to Chance as he was making love to her. She moaned in the moment. She had not been touched like this in years. This feeling was not foreign to her.

       As Chance was making love to her in and out of her, she curled up her toes, she help on to him and let out a pleasurable scream. She could feel how aroused she was as his penis ejaculated his first shot of sperm.

       She could not believe they were making love Chance was giving her the best orgasm she may have had in years. It felt heavenly to her. She felt absolutely graceful as she had spasm after spasm of an orgasm.  

       Chance was good at this. As he went in and out of her, in the missionary style she was savoring every moment. She had prayed for this moment for nearly fourteen years now.

       “Oh Samantha I love you” Chance said at a complete moment of climax. He leaned down in a moment of passion he kissed Sam’s soft lips. He had wanted Sam for all these years. He felt as if he was falling in love with her all over again. He was falling for her even more and faster than when they were both young teenager just Seventeen.

       “I love you Chance. I love you so much” Sam said at her highest point of climax. Sam grabbed onto Chance’s hair and pulled lightly to show her pleasure.

When Chance was finished they held each other. They could hear each other’s heartbeat.  They could feel the passion and, they could see the love in each other’s eyes. They were in heaven and, stuck in the moment. Nothing else mattered nor, existed just them and, their hearts.

       “Sam I can never imagine you being anything else but, mine” Chance said kissing her on her rosy red, soft lips.    

       When Chance kissed her she felt safe. She felt as if she was in heaven, like she didn’t have cancer and she was dying. They both forget somehow about that little detail. This would be put into the equation and, will affect them forever.

       In Chance’s arms is where Sam wanted to be, it is where she was meant to be. Chance felt the same way. They didn’t even get out of bed that night. They made love at least six more times that night.

       It was just right. This was the way it should have been fourteen years ago. This is how they were supposed to live just them together, nothing else, just them in each other’s arm, loving each other all night long.

       This was the beginning. It was the beginning of something beautiful and, it would be the beginning of something heartbreaking. It was the start of something tragic. They just didn’t know it yet.