Hidden Chances: The Complete Collection

by Sofia Paz

  He was true to his word and undressed her slowly, kissing every inch of the skin that was bared as he unzipped her dress. His lips burned her skin and when he slid the dress off, he sighed, staring at her.

  “You are so beautiful, Julia,” and then followed suit with her slip, slipping the satiny material up over her head, holding her hair up and nuzzling her neck with his teeth.

  “I don't know what has happened,” Julia said between sighs, “but you are absolutely amazing in bed now.”

  “I've had some time to think about it,” he whispered, his tongue fondling the tender skin behind her ear, “I don't want to lose you.”

  The bra and stockings came off now and before he took the panties down, he said quietly, “I love you, Julia,” and once she was naked, she didn't hear a thing but her moans and the gentle, wet noises of his mouth all over her.

  After he had brought her to the third climax, his face covered in her release, she called to him, “You have to fuck me. Fuck me hard David.”

  His cock was full and engorged and dripping and Julia ran her fingers over the tip and watched the ecstasy wash over him.

  “That feels so good,” he said as another long dribble of his precum escaped from the slit. She grabbed his shaft and teased the head of his cock with her soaking, wet crevice, rubbing herself against him, her clit brushing his skin and then her inner lips. She watched David bite his lip as if he were holding back already, as if he were ready to burst before he was even inside.

  “Julia, I have to ask you something,” he looked at her seriously.

  “What is it, David?” she didn't stop rubbing him on her moist flesh.

  “You know I love you, right?”

  She stopped. This seemed to be something more serious that she could have imagined.

  “Yes, I do,” she smiled as she met his gaze. She'd actually never known so certainly before just this moment.

  “Are you leaving me for Anne?” he asked and her heart seemed to stop beating.

  “What do you mean?” she knew that he could tell she was lying.

  “I mean,” he pulled his cock from her grasp and plunged inside, filling her wetness completely with his stiff erection. The head of his dick touched her as deeply as she'd ever been reached and her wet walls were stretched wide from his girth, “Are you a lesbian or would you miss my cock?”

  “God, yes, David, I would miss your cock,” she clutched him tight, her fingernails digging into the skin on the back of his arms, drawing him close. Her knees bent and her feet pushing him even further inside.

  “Tell me again, Julia,” he said between gritted teeth as he pumped in and out, hard, pinning her to the mattress with every thrust, she was completely full of his dick and she loved every inch of it.

  “I want you, I want your cock, please fuck me,” she panted and grabbed at him and he gave in to her, in and out, his chest moving over her faster and faster, she could hardly catch her breath to ask once more, “Fuck me.”

  They came together. It was hard and instantaneous. The moment he felt her tighten on his shaft he cried out her name and long, hot ropes of his cum filled her as he continued thrusting and driving it all home, feeling her cover him in her final climax for the night, they were wet and marked and satiated when they fell to the mattress and clung tightly to each other.

  As exhausted as she was, Julia was wide-awake as she recalled every word and every look over the last few days. Her girlfriend, wavering and unsure one minute, making vows of love the next. Her boyfriend, it was as if he were a completely different lover now, attentive, consumed with her pleasure and totally in love with her. She knew he would not be so easy to dismiss at this point, she really would miss his cock, not to mention the rest of him.

  She stared into the darkness and listened to him snoring softly, his hands still grabbing her tightly, pulling her close as if he could never let her go. She remembered sleeping with Anne and doing the same. She knew she couldn’t continue to have both. She had to choose something. She just didn’t know which one she would choose.

  To be continued…

  *****

  Volume Five

  David hadn't told her much of anything, except to be ready at 8:00 pm. He wasn't very good at keeping secrets so he had held his hands up when Julia had started with her usual questions.

  “No, I’m sorry, babe, but I'm not telling you so stop asking.”

  “Come on, honey, just a little hint!”

  She was usually very successful in her interrogation tactics with him. A little whining, a little sexy smile, maybe she'd have to sit on his lap and he'd give in quickly.

  “Why don't you take a look at these,” she pulled down the front of her satin bathrobe, half of her succulent breasts now visible, “and you can tell me what the surprise is.”

  David looked, his eyes never left her cleavage, the tops of her curves, straining to see a nipple, but he answered as he stared, “No way, your tricks don't work on me anymore, Julia.”

  She rolled her eyes and closed the bathrobe, pretending to be highly annoyed but actually, she had to admit, over the last two weeks she had found herself more in love with him than ever before.

  “So what is the dress code for this surprise?” She was making a mental note of what was in her closet as she asked.

  “A dress. Fancy dress. Something nice,” David was on his way out the door and she realized that he wouldn't even really notice what she wore as long as she showed a little skin, “but be comfortable.”

  Julia had spent the better part of an hour changing and surveying herself in the mirror, making a face at herself and trying over. Finally she had decided on the cream colored sheath that she had bought for Chelsea's wedding but had never been worn. Chelsea had said it was far too sexy for “her” special day.

  Her preparations took far longer than usual. Her hair was up and perfect instead of free flowing. Her nails were painted. Her make-up was still subtle but she seemed to glow and she nodded at her reflection, satisfied just as the clock said 7:55.

  “Are you ready, my love?” David asked as he unlocked the door and when he saw her in the living room, he whistled like he used to do when they were first dating.

  “Wow, you look amazing,” his eyebrows were up and his face was flushed, clearing his throat as he adjusted himself. Julia couldn't help but giggle. Not only had he been so much more attentive as a lover since her affair, but he was almost always turned on.

  She couldn't help but think of Anne, the woman that she'd wanted to leave David for. She wondered who Anne was with tonight and if she missed Julia at all. Lately she hadn't even returned her text messages for hours, even the next day. The last phone call had been strained and awkward. Julia might not have known everything there was to know about dating a woman, but she knew when she was being avoided. It still hurt to think that something that had inspired so much passion had seemed to end out of nowhere. Julia shook her head to stop herself. Tonight she was with him. She was madly in love with him all over again, actually, and she didn't even know if there was a place in her life for Anne anymore.

  When they arrived at the restaurant and she realized where they were, Julia felt her heart skip a beat. It was the first place he had taken her, all that time ago. Their first date had been here. They had sat at a small table in the corner, near the fireplace and they had talked for hours. Laughing had come easily with David as had kisses in the car. The maître d' led them to the same table and she returned his smile. He had remembered everything about that night. She was shocked.

  He ordered a bottle of wine and as they made their way through the meal, their hands met on the table and her calf brushed up against his under the table. It seemed that there had always been this constant flow of chemistry between them, even the first night. Now, though, she reached under the table to touch his thigh and blow him a flirtatious kiss. She wouldn't have let herself grope him on their date so long ago, but she could tell by the expression on his face that he loved every min
ute of her attention.

  “How about dessert?” David asked once their plates had been cleared.

  “Oh, I don't know…” Julia trailed off. She felt very full and she didn't want to fall asleep on him after such a beautiful evening.

  “You should have a brownie,” he suggested and immediately Julia thought it must have something to do with the surprise and she agreed, rather than try to tease it out of him.

  As dessert was brought to the table, the ring was easy to spot, on the edge of her plate. The stone sparkled in the firelight and caught her eye right away.

  “David?” she asked, barely able to breathe as she held it in the palm of her hand, “What's this?”

  He left his seat and immediately knelt before her on one knee. His eyes were full of emotion as he asked her quietly, “Will you marry me?”

  “Yes,” the word came out so easily and quickly that Julia almost couldn't believe what she had just done, but it seemed so right. “Yes! I will marry you!” Her fingers trembled as he slid the band on before kissing her deeply and tenderly.

  When they tumbled into the bed that night, something was different. Julia couldn't put her finger on it but when he pulled away from her hungry kiss, she knew there was more to the proposal.

  “Julia, I have something to add that I couldn't say at the restaurant,” David seemed nervous and she could feel his heart thudding in his chest.

  “Okay…what is it?”

  She asked, but did she really want to know? She worried that it would spoil the perfect evening.

  “I am assuming that your little fling with Anne is over…is that right?” His mouth was a straight line and it seemed that he was scowling at her.

  Julia swallowed hard. It was almost as if her dark-haired lover had made an appearance and was now lying between them. It was clear that she was still a presence in their lives and that night that the three of them had been together had stayed in David's mind for many different reasons.

  “It is over, yes. I haven't seen her,” Julia shrugged as if it were an apology, “I didn't know that you were upset about it still. I thought you wanted to have another threesome.”

  “Don't get me wrong,” his hands were around her waist again, “it was very exciting, but it was also very upsetting for me. Do you understand?”

  He wasn't angry. He was hurt and his voice shook a little.

  “Oh, David,” Julia found herself pressed up against him, skin on skin, every inch of her alive and every nerve was sizzling for his touch. “I'm so sorry. Yes, it's over. I only want you.” Her lips touched his and waited for his response.

  “I love you,” he whispered and his tongue entered her mouth and there was no more Anne, no more thoughts of anyone else but the two of them, locked in the others embrace. His hands running down her back and cupping her bottom as he rubbed his hard cock back and forth against her silky, soft skin. “I'll always try to be a good lover and keep you satisfied, my love,” he promised and Julia watched as he proceeded down the bed to take his place between her legs.

  Julia writhed from the first touch, the tip of his tongue at the top of her wet crevice, delving down to taste her juices at the source and then running back up to her pulsating clitoris. She moaned when he found her full and erect and ready for him and spread her legs wider to give him every inch of her skin.

  “You taste so good,” David lapped and licked and continued to suck on her skin until she could feel the tremor along her inner thighs and her heart raced the closer he brought her to her orgasm, his lips locked around her clit and he drew her in as he continued his slow worship.

  Julia pictured Anne in David's position for a moment and sighed. No, she would not let her fantasy take over. She was going to marry this man and she loved him. Still, she couldn't help but feel the shudder race through her as she pictured Anne's lovely face pressed up to the same place and her buttery tongue flickering around her bare places. Julia tried opening her eyes and it changed nothing. The pleasure that coursed through her body was from her imagined lover and not the man whose ring she now wore.

  “Oh God, please, I'm cumming,” she felt the spasm overtake her and her swollen clit vibrated and released and she knew it was David lapping up every drop of her climax but she could almost feel Anne's hair touching her skin.

  David pressed a hot kiss to her bud before moving up to the pillow next to her, his cock rubbing her inner thigh before he lay down.

  “Will you get on top of me?” he asked, his lips curled into a smile and they were dewy and shining with her liquid.

  “Yes, my love,” she whispered, almost ashamed to look at him right now, after she had just promised it was over. She had lost all control and she knew, even as she felt him buried inside her, thrusting her hips, moving up and down on him and watching the look of ecstasy that took over, that she would break that promise sooner or later.

  *****

  She was at work when the text came, the one she had been dreading because she didn't know how she would respond.

  Hey sweetie, long time, no see, what's up?

  It was Anne.

  I'm good, how are you? Julia typed slowly, unsure how to bring it up.

  Missing you and horny! What are you doing this afternoon?

  Julia could see Anne's face when she read the message, flushed, her full lips parted. Maybe she wasn't even dressed and her elegant hands were touching all of the juicy, succulent places that had become Julia's playground.

  Anne, I need to talk to you.

  Sounds serious. Why don't you come over? Anne was relentless when she wanted to be the seductress.

  Sure, I'll be there at 2.

  Julia shook her head at herself, she was breaking the promise far sooner than she ever dreamed.

  As usual, she was prompt and Anne swept her inside with a hug and kicked the door closed behind her. Her dark hair was back in a ponytail and her neck was visible and Julia felt the electricity of her pent-up desire touch her everywhere.

  “Honey, what have you been up to?”

  Anne took her by both hands and led her to the couch. Julia sat down and tried to keep her distance but it was almost impossible. They had made love everywhere here. There wasn't one surface that they hadn't been naked on and the couch was no exception.

  “Well, something's happened,” Julia bit her bottom lip when she looked at her.

  All she could remember was the night this had all began, how she had tried to deny it and push down the forbidden want she had right from the very beginning. Giving in to it had made her a liar and now, it was a mixture of shame and desire every time she saw her face.

  “David and I are getting married,” she didn't know how she could sound so sad about that news.

  “Hey, congratulations!” Anne yelled with delight. Her smile was genuine and the hug she gave Julia was intoxicating, her breasts pressed against Julia's chest, her pert curves and the tiny, stone nipples buzzed in her brain.

  “Thank you…but wait, there's more,” Julia couldn't stay here with the nipples touching her, she moved and told herself to ignore the flutter she felt in her soaked panties. “David doesn't want you and I to see each other anymore,” Julia said it quietly, finding that she could hardly say it at all.

  “What?” Anne's expression was shock. “What the fuck does he care if we see each other? I thought he wanted to have another threesome, after all…” Anne raised one eyebrow as if to say she would not accept it.

  “I know. I did too, but as much of a turn-on as it was, he doesn't want us to be together. You know, he's a man,” Julia's hands were upturned as if to say there was nothing else she could do. “He's intimidated. But he made me promise.”

  “So just like that, it's over?” Anne was angry now. Her face was red and her curvy lips looked as if any moment now, she would snarl.

  “I promised,” Julia said weakly, knowing that it might not ever be over in her head.

  “So what happens when David goes back to being a lousy lover? Are you
going to come running back to me?” Anne was holding the pillow to her chest now, creating a barrier to herself and her luscious body.

  Julia felt the lump in her throat and swallowed it down hard. She had tears there somewhere and she did not want to cry in front of Anne.

  “No, it's not like that. I don't know what to do.” Julia had no idea that an engagement would be something that would break her heart.

  “Come here,” Anne moved the pillow and beckoned for her to take its place. Julia's head rested on her lover's chest. She saw her perfect nipples through the thin sweater she was wearing and her fingers wandered up to trace her skin over the fabric.

  “You're not wearing a bra,” Julia murmured, feeling her bare skin against the material.

  “No, of course not,” Anne stroked her hair and hugged her tighter. “I thought we were going to make love,” Julia heard the woman's voice break before she added, “not break up.”

  “I know,” Julia heard the sob and felt the hot, salty tears run down her face. “I didn't think it would be a big deal to you since I hadn't heard from you lately.”

  “Oh, Julia,” Anne started kissing the little wet traces on her cheeks, “I have just tried to make myself leave you alone, just to protect myself.”

  “What does that mean?” Julia's lips parted as she felt her lover's mouth pressed against her damp skin.

  Anne kissed her, mouth to mouth, their tongues collided and the urgency was sudden and real and they sighed into each other’s flesh. The low cries muffled in the others mouth and Julia felt her body tremble as her hands caressed Anne and brought her even closer.

  “You know I love you,” Anne said in her ear when she pulled away. “I want you to be happy,” she continued her slow kisses down Julia's neck. She pulled off her blouse over her head without asking and completely ignoring David's directive. Julia knew that once the pants were off, there would be no stopping any of it.

  “Wait,” Julia shivered when Anne's fingers were on her waistband, “David said I,” Anne stopped her with another fierce kiss.