Chances Aren't

by Young, Luke

  Searching through the bag, I pull out the key and place it on the dresser across from the bed.

  "Now, go."

  Rushing over to Alan's side of the room, I wait with my heart pounding out of my chest. This is so exciting. A naked girl strapped to a bed when I'm about to subdue my past self. This is so James Bondish. I rub my hands together and my eyes light up when I notice the hole I cut in the wall a few days ago is still open for business.

  Grinning, I head over to it and peer through. "That body is so wasted on other girls."

  "What?" Laura says, looking around the room confused. "Where are you?"

  "Here." I poke my finger through the hole. "See the hole?"

  Pulling my hand back, I return my eye to the hole. She shoots me a sickened look. "I don't even want to know what that is there for. You guys are totally disgusting."

  Suddenly, the door opens and Laura's eyes widen. I crouch down for no particular reason. But I suppose it's mainly because this is my first kidnapping, although could it really be considered that since I'd be doing it to myself. My pondering of that question is interrupted when I hear young Ben say, "What are you doing here?"

  Returning to the hole in the wall, I look right until I spot my towel-covered past self.

  Laura says, "Why don't you just come over here and find out?"

  "Look Laura, I have a girlfriend. I can't do this."

  "I was really hoping you could help me." She spreads her legs a little and tugs her arm up extending the pink fuzzy handcuff's chain until it can go no further. "Cause I seem to be stuck."

  "How did you get in?"

  "The door was unlocked."

  "Oh..." Ben stands frozen, simply staring at the gorgeous naked Laura in his bed.

  "You pussy," I whisper.

  "You had fun the other night didn't you?" She asks.

  "Yeah, sure, but look; I met this girl and I really think... I don’t know, I just can't do this."

  "That's too bad." She frowns. "In that case, do you think you could unlock me then?"

  "Sure." He heads over to the bed. "Where's the key?"

  She motions with a head movement to the dresser and he turns toward it. Scared, I pull back from the hole and stop breathing as I hold still. After a moment, I return to looking out the hole. Laura waits smiling as Ben goes to work on the handcuff with the key. Once her hand is free, she wraps that arm around him pulling him down on top of her.

  "Just lay with me for a minute. I'm just really in a bad place right now."

  "Okay." He holds still on top of her wearing an odd expression.

  Before he knows what hit him, she closes the steel handcuff around his wrist and slides out from under him. Then she stands next to the bed, looking toward the hole in the wall and nervously waving for me to come over.

  "What are you doing," Ben asks, testing the strength of the handcuff. "Look, you're just going to have to move on. I mean, I know it was amazing, but—"

  I appear in the room with my hands behind my back holding the ball gag. "Hey there, Ben."

  Looking at me shocked, his jaw drops open. "What the hell?"

  "You'll thank me later." Rushing over, I grab his other arm, holding it steady as Laura secures it with the fuzzy handcuff.

  Now with both arms cuffed, he glares at us. "You guys are out of your minds. What the hell are you going to do?"

  "Don't worry about it," I say as I place the gag around his head and push the ball into his mouth.

  "Hmmm, hmmm, ummm, fmmmm..." Young Ben struggles to say as his eyes begin to water.

  I grab both sets of keys and hold them up. "Shhh."

  "Fummm, hmmmm, dmmmm." He flails his arms, rattling the chains against the headboard. Then he's suddenly quiet and his eyes are bugging out of his head. I follow them to Laura who's still completely naked standing next to the bed. Her gaze shifts between me and young Ben.

  "Uh, Laura?"

  "Huh? What?"

  "As much as I like looking at your fabulous tits we really need to get moving. Could you find your clothes?"

  Turning to me, she blinks a few times. "This is just so weird, you guys look so much alike."

  "Yeah…" I give her a tired look. "We're like, you know the same person so..."

  "I know, I know, but hearing it is one thing, seeing it is… wow."

  "Okay I get it, but show's over." I pick up the backpack and out falls a giant dildo which tumbles to the floor with a loud thump. Retrieving it from the floor, I scoff. "Why did you bring this?"

  I find her bent over picking her clothes up off the floor. It's a great view, but I repeat the question, holding the foot long blue monster up for her to see.

  She pulls on her panties. "Oh, I just grabbed a bunch of stuff. I was in a hurry."

  Pointing it at young Ben, I smile. "Get ready..."

  His eyes widen somehow even more and he fights once again to break free, moaning and groaning.

  "I'm kidding. Now would you just listen for a second?"

  Quieting down, he closes his eyes for a moment and when he opens them he nods angrily.

  "Okay, I only need a few hours. I called Alan and told him to meet you here at eleven, but not to come here any earlier because you were going to have Emily over and you know..." I smile. "Which is a lie, because as you and I both know you are supposed to be meeting her at the bar."

  Grunting, he shakes his head and shoots me a look that tells me if his hands were free they would surely be wrapped around my neck again.

  "I'm going to put the key in Alan's top drawer. So don't go trying to drag the bed across the room, because there is no way it will fit through that hallway. Oh, and I saw Eliot in his room and he's the only one here. I'm going to tell him that Alan has some freaky wild chick over and under no circumstances should he come in the room. So don’t go chewing your arms off to escape or making a lot of noise."

  I'm still holding the dildo and waving it around like a weapon. Chuckling, I look to Laura who now has her bra on and is pulling on her shorts. "Is this really your sister's?"

  "I swear."

  "You should really talk to her about this. I mean, this just isn't fair... no guy can compete with this thing."

  "Can you believe this?" I hold it out for young Ben to get a closer look and he gives me a wide-eyed sympathetic nod.

  Now fully dressed, she says, "Let's go."

  "I'm sorry it had to be this way. I tried to reason with you, but you wouldn't listen. I promise this is the best thing for both of you."

  He lets out a low grunt.

  "Now, behave yourself. This will all be over soon."

  With young Ben sufficiently occupied Laura drives me to her house. I shower, put on some clean clothes I borrowed from young Ben and wait for Laura. She returns from her own shower with a towel wrapped around her breasts and barely covering her other parts. As she towel tries her hair, I'm almost sure I can see a little of her adorable ass cheeks and I swallow hard studying her closer.

  "I feel horrible about what we did to Ben," she says.

  "Me too," I reply, slowly, unblinkingly.

  Turning to me with her hands on the towel, she catches my wide-eyed gawk and sneers. "You don't really do you?"

  "Do we have to go through it again? It was unavoidable." I try to suppress my smile. "We don't have much time so you should probably get dressed."

  She shoots me a disgusted look. "Could you turn around?"

  "Really?" I ask, disappointed.

  "Yeah, really."

  Shrugging, I raise my hands up. "I just saw you strapped to a bed."

  "Still."

  "This is literally my last day here. The least you could do is show me a little more of what I'll be missing out on for the rest of my life."

  "Oh, all right." Shaking her head, she drops the towel and places her hands on her hips. "Happy now?"

  "Uh-huh," I mumble, mesmerized. "You're adorable."

  "Thanks."

  "Would you mind turning back around and bending over for
a second, just to—"

  "Don't push it."

  "No, sorry, okay." Curling my lip, I gaze at all the important stuff as she pulls the panties up over her hips and slips on her bra. She shuffles around the room, pulling clothing from her closet and drawers as she tries on various sexy outfits each time asking my opinion. Frowning, I say things like 'that's okay' or 'I don't know' although I'm not really paying attention to the outfits, I merely want to see her back in the underwear before she tries on yet another ensemble.

  "This makes me look fat," she says cringing at her reflection in the mirror.

  "Uh-huh."

  She turns to me and frowns. "You really think I look fat?"

  "What, no, you look... un—fat. I mean, skinny."

  She shoots me a look that could kill. "I'm too skinny?"

  "No, you're not fat and you're not skinny. You are perfectly, perfect, proportioned and—"

  "Shut up." She dismisses me with a wave of her hand before slipping out of the shorts and pulling off the blouse. "Gosh, I really hate my wardrobe." She stands before me in nothing but that tiny yellow lace bra and panties. Holding up a shirt in front of her looking in the mirror, she shakes her head, unsatisfied.

  My eyes travel up her legs, stopping briefly at her exquisite rear end before continuing on to her neck. "God, you are really beautiful." Standing, I take a deep breath and step in behind her. Massaging her neck, I put my head on her shoulder and smile at her through the mirror. "You really don't think we make a cute couple?"

  "Oh, that feels good." She moans.

  Okay, so maybe I still don't know how to go down on a girl, but I do know how to give a killer massage. Running my hands down her back, I work her muscles and watch as her eyes roll back in her head.

  "Wow, that, um…" She arches her back and relaxes her shoulders.

  I whisper, "Stick with me and you could be getting one of these every day, maybe even twice a day on weekends."

  She slowly exhales and I slip my fingers into her panties and massage her cheeks.

  "What are you doing?"

  "It's called a full body."

  "Oh... okay."

  Glancing to the clock, I notice it's getting late and frown. I look slowly down her entire body one last time and let out a desperately painful sigh. Then I press by hips forward into her and caress her shoulders. Moaning, she pushes her ass back and suddenly I'm rock hard.

  "Maybe one more time would be okay," she whispers before turning to wrap her arms around me and press her lips to mine. We kiss for a moment then she pulls back and runs her tongue over her lips. "After all you did come all the way back for me."

  "I did." I say breathlessly, my erection ready to blast off through my shorts.

  I kiss her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth before pulling away from her to check the clock again. "Shit, we really need to go if we're going to make it."

  "Okay." Her eyelids flutter as she brushes the hair from her face and exhales deeply.

  "I do have to leave tomorrow. But can we come back here after the bar and pick this back up? I promise, after that, I'll be out of your life forever."

  "Yes."

  "Really?"

  She frowns. "Yes, really. Now don't ask me again, or I might change my mind."

  "Okay, okay."

  Turning back to the closet, she pushes shirts around on hangers. "What the hell am I going to wear?"

  "Wear that first thing you had on. That looked great."

  She scoffs. "But you said it looked awful."

  "I just wanted to see you take it off."

  She throws a pair of short shorts at my head. I duck and shrug my shoulders. "Can you blame me?"

  "You're a real asshole, you know that?"

  Chapter 32

  Laura drives toward Baltimore and more than thirty minutes fly by with me doing nothing more than gaze at her legs and fantasize about what's going to happen later. I figure we only need to stay in the bar for maybe an hour then we can drive back home and have sex like it's the last day of our lives. Unfortunately for me, it is my last day with this younger body, stamina and energy. My last day cuddling up with a gorgeous, young, twenty year old. I could never score a twenty year old with my old falling apart— My eyes widen with the realization— that is unless I somehow become rich— those guys get to date whoever they want... shit, I completely forgot to tell young Ben all about how to get rich.

  Shit, we two horny idiots have been so focused on thinking with our little brains instead of our slightly larger, slightly higher up one, that we completely forgot to talk about getting sickeningly wealthy by putting to use my somewhat inexact, but still valuable knowledge of the future. I really should have paid better attention to things.

  If this decade wasn't super lame, I could send him an email. After taking one last look at her mini skirt, I adjust uncomfortably in my seat and consider asking her for a piece of paper and a pen. The condition of this beaten up car has me doubtful, she can supply them. My eyes brighten with the realization I have my phone. I can type myself a note, transcribe it later then have Laura mail it for me.

  Pulling out my modern marvel, I bring it to life, cringing when the 20% battery warning flashes on the screen. I quickly type my instructions about the timing of stock, real estate and gold purchases and when I'm done, I smile in the knowledge that life just got so much easier for young Ben. He won't need to take that job at the beauty supply company or that crappy job at the consulting company. Yes, I just redesigned my future. Although, he will need some seed money to get his investing off the ground, so we'll need to figure out how to do that. Glancing back to Laura legs, I sigh pushing those thoughts from my mind. Young Ben can figure out that part on his own— he's a big boy and I can't do everything for him.

  "You know..." I smile. "If we were together you could bring girls home too. I wouldn't mind."

  "Oh, really."

  "I could watch you two. I wouldn’t need to get involved at all."

  "Uh-huh." She flashes me a smile.

  "I am a very giving partner, if you don't already realize this."

  "Oh, I do."

  "I'm not sure I was really at my best that night." Raising my hands up, I frown. "I had just traveled back in time and hadn't been sleeping all that well. You know, time travel takes a lot out of you."

  "I can imagine." She gives me a serious look, before letting a smile escape from her lips.

  "You think I'm kidding."

  "Oh, no... I, uh—"

  "I'm going to show you later. Don't you worry."

  "Okay." She giggles.

  "And, uh..." Turning to face her, I shoot her a sexy smile. "I'm going to be rich, you know, so maybe you should really be nice to me."

  "How?"

  "I know what's going to happen with stocks and gold and all that crap."

  "That's right." She glances over to me and smiles. "Tell me."

  "I don't know."

  "Please."

  I frown, rubbing my chin. "Let's just see how tonight goes and if you're let's call it... enthusiastic, then maybe, just maybe I'll tell you a thing or two."

  "Oh, I'll be enthusiastic. I was planning on being that way before you sweetened the pot, now imagine how enthusiastic I'm going to be."

  Sighing, I turn and look out the passenger side window and start to imagine. Watching the trees fly by as we motor down the highway, I imagine a whole hell of a lot.

  Inside The Turtle, we make our way to the bar and I order two beers. The bartender drops them off and I reach for my wallet and stop, cringing. Shit, I gave it all to Alan. I whisper to Laura, "Um, do you have any money? I'm kinda—"

  "When are you going to be rich again?"

  "Soon. Very soon."

  She smiles and hands me a ten dollar bill, which I hand over to the scowling bartender. I'm sure he's wondering how exactly I'm here with someone as attractive as Laura and how the hell I'm getting her to pay.

  When I try to hand her the beer, I find she's looking across
the room and smiling. I follow her gaze to a girl who's waving her over.

  She asks, "Do we have any time?"

  "About fifteen minutes."

  "I'll be right back."

  "Sure, I'll find the best place for us to setup."

  Laura heads off while I move to the side of the bar just in front of the hallway leading to the bathrooms and survey the angle to the door. It's perfect. I go to work on my beer and a few minutes later make eye contact with Laura and wave her over.

  She returns to stand beside me and sighs. "This is it, huh?"

  "Yeah, I think this location works well."

  "That was my friend Mary. I haven't seen her in months."

  "You can hang out with her for a while when we're done if you want."

  "No, that's okay." She takes a sip of her beer. "She's on a first date with some guy and they seem to be hitting it off."

  I check the time and it's five minutes until Emily is due to arrive. We go over my simple plan one last time, polishing off a second beer each while we wait.

  When Emily enters the crowded bar I lean toward Laura and whisper, "She's here." I adjust Laura's position to shield Emily's view of me. Emily glances around the room smiling in that cute, innocent way that she used to whenever she was looking for me at the store or the mall or wherever we happen to be together. I loved watching her do this— it was the anticipation of waiting for her to light up when she finally found me that made it such an extraordinary experience. My heart pounds, I'm breaking into a sweat. Can I really do this to her? Taking a deep breath, I steady myself. I know I need to do this for her, for me, for both of us.

  "Wait. Almost," I say to my co-conspirator.

  Emily is just a few feet from us now, so I nod to Laura, lean in and kiss her. We're going at it pretty heavy as I wait for Emily to stumble upon us. It seems like forever and it feels more than awkward, but it finally happens.

  "Ben?"

  Pulling my lips from Laura, I look in manufactured shock to Emily. "Emily, what are you doing here?"

  "What am I... you told me to meet you here." Emily looks at me, devastated.

  "Tonight?" I glance to Laura then back to my future ex-wife with my eyes narrowed. "Um, I thought that was tomorrow."