Chance
“I can’t believe this wine really got me buzzin’.”
I glanced at the glass in my hand as if it was going to explain itself, my eyes already sitting low like I had been drinking something much stronger. But no, it was only Londyn’s girly ass red wine that had me tipsy - and lowkey feeling lusty as hell - as she leaned in to gush, “So good, right? A grown-up buzz for a grown ass man who should’ve left those awful beer cans back in college.”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a Bud Light,” I told her, a cold six-pack my go-to on game day for any sport.
But Londyn made it sound like the worst thing in the world when she corrected, “Everything is wrong with a Bud Light. Bud Light screams… white frat boy who makes lowkey racist jokes expecting you to laugh. Not fine, brown specimen with a good paying job.”
“I am a fine brown specimen with a good paying job, huh?” I asked with a wink that was probably more of a slow blink considering how buzzed I was.
Still, it managed to have the same effect as Londyn blushed when she agreed, “You are. So drink up.”
I did exactly what she asked, taking the sip while also trying to figure out how we had gotten to this point in such a short span of time; going from straight up beefin’ to chillin’ with each other on some casual shit like we had done it a thousand times. But I suppose that was part of what made our situation so unique, the fact that we were so comfortable around each other thanks to our history even if we were seeing each other in a different light.
A better light.
“Man, quit tryna get me drunk so I wanna fuck you. We’re not on that, remember?” I asked teasingly, taking another sip that would probably have me wanting to go balls deep by the end of the night.
I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear Londyn play right into that theory when she replied, “Who said that? I didn’t say that. I said, we don’t even have to. Meaning if we don’t, we don’t, but we can definitely do.”
“Well we ain’t. So what you tryna do instead?”
She looked around her living room before suggesting, “How about I whoop your ass in Mario Kart?”
A hearty laugh immediately slipped out in response. Not because I thought it was a bad idea, but because she was out of her mind thinking she could beat me in anything. In fact, I couldn’t help but tease, “Girl, you must already be drunk. Cause you damn sure can’t whoop my ass in any game you have.”
“Wanna bet?” she asked with a confident grin, moving from the couch towards the systems she had hidden in the cabinets under her television stand.
I bit my lip as I watched her maneuver around on the floor, the little ass shorts she had on giving me a thousand and one ideas when I asked, “What you got worth betting?”
As if she could read my mind, she peeked back over her shoulder to answer, “Every time I win, you gotta take something off. And if you win - you won’t, but… - if you win, I’ll do the same.”
“Which will eventually get you what you wanted all along. You ain’t slick, Londyn,” I told her with a laugh, even though I was definitely down for some strip-gaming.
“It’ll be fun though,” she quickly defended, tossing a controller at me before she took the seat next to me on the couch.
She was already getting the game set up on the screen as I teased, “Might as well start taking off your clothes now.” My words enough to make her stop what she was doing to reply with a serious face, “I can and I will. Fuck this game.”
No matter how tempting her offer was, I used her own little line against her when I leaned into her shoulder and mocked, “It’ll be fun, remember?”
Instead of agreeing, she rolled her eyes before pulling them back to the screen to finish getting us all set up. And after we picked our characters - of course her ass had to be Princess Peach -, we got after it, our first round on the track ending in a… victory for her? What the hell?
“Take it off, babe,” she sang, her lip pulled between her teeth as she waited for me to get rid of some piece of clothing.
I couldn’t move right away, too distracted by her word choice when I told her, “Here you go with that babe shit. You know what it does to me.”
“I sure do. So you still wanna keep playing?” she asked, already trying to drop out early to get her way.
But instead of doing just that, I got rid of my hoodie, setting it next to me before telling her, “Yep. Let me get you naked first.”
To my surprise, that response seemed to satisfy her as we started a second round. And while I was completely focused on not losing anymore, it still happened, Londyn’s character swooping right in front of me in the last few seconds.
“Fuck,” I hissed, smacking my controller on the couch in frustration like a sore loser.
Of course, Londyn rubbed it right in, laughing at my pain as she gushed, “Wow. You’re making this too easy, babe.”
“Londyn…” I groaned, my annoyance with myself colliding with my growing appetite for her.
Once again, she tried to take the opportunity to drop out early, suggesting with a smirk, “We can be done with this, Chance.”
“Nah, it’s personal now,” I told her, yanking off my t-shirt and getting a whistle of a reaction which meant Londyn really thought she was running shit.
I couldn’t go out like that.
Sitting at the edge of the couch, I was all in as we started the next round, hyperfocused on doing whatever I had to do to not be the only one getting rid of my clothes. And thankfully, I came out on top, crossing the finish line before telling her, “A nigga done almost sobered up fuckin’ around with your competitive ass. Now take that shit off.”
“All of it?” she asked, her eyebrow piqued as she offered another out.
But the fact that I was still down two to one was enough for me to tell her, “Just the shirt.” Watching her do it slow and seductively as I teased, “Mmhm. Piercing poppin’ through your bra. I see you, baby.”
She giggled, tossing a hand my way before picking up her controller to start our next bout. And now that I had gotten one victory under my belt, I was in the zone, dusting Londyn’s ass with ease.
“Damnit!” she shouted, clearly as frustrated as I had been in the beginning.
Now that the tables were turned, I rubbed it in the same way she had, pouting my lips when I teased, “Aww. So sad. Little LoLo racking up L’s left and right.”
She rolled her eyes before standing up to take off the shorts she had been taunting me with all night, leaving her in just her bra and panties. And while the sight was damn near perfection, it also prompted me to tell her, “You ain’t got enough clothes on to play this game.”
“I have plenty. And the rest are staying on,” she replied with enough attitude to make me laugh; the fact that we were now tied obviously getting to her. But instead of saying anything more, she started up another round, completely focused until she finally got a win that I may or may not have let her get.
Nah, she really whooped my ass fair and square.
“Yeah, mothafucka! Those jeans are mine!” she shouted, standing up to do a little dance that had me cracking up as I stood up to pull my jeans off. Then she looked me up and down, back in her bag when she said, “Socks and boxers. What a look. Fashion icon.”
“Says the fine ass chick stuck in her bra and panties,” I reminded her with a look of my own; an appreciative slow gaze that had her biting her lip by the time I made it to her face.
But just as quickly as she had gotten me caught up, ready to drop out the same way she had been earlier, she plopped back down on the couch to reply, “Fine ass chick in her bra and panties who’s about to get this dub and your socks.”
“Not so fast, little mama,” I told her, resuming my seat next to her before we started another round. And while the race was a tight one, I still managed to edge her out in the end.
“Shit, shit, shit!” she screeched, her face pulled into a scowl as if she was mad at herself for losing.
“You got some single bills? Maybe you’ll feel better if I throw a few at you while you take your clothes off,” I taunted, leaning back against the couch to prepare for the show. And when she stood up, I just knew she was going to make it good for me until, instead of going for her undergarments, she pulled her hair from the ponytail it was in and tossed the holder at me.
“Man, you cheatin’! A ponytail holder is not an article of clothing!” I whined, holding it up in disbelief since it should’ve been her damn panties.
But I shouldn’t have been surprised to learn her ass wasn’t going to play fair, a sneaky grin on her face as she defended, “Says who? I didn’t see that listed in the rulebook. The only rule was that I’d have to take something off.”
“Wowww. Aight, bet. It don’t even matter cause I’m about to win again,” I told her, determined to get her exactly how I wanted her now that she was trying to finesse me. But just because that was how I wanted it to go didn’t mean it was actually going to happen, Londyn’s little princess getting an easy victory that had the most arrogant smirk sitting on her face.
She didn’t even look at me, just stuck her hand out to demand, “Socks, please.”
“Nah, I want my socks. You can have these,” I told her, standing up right in front of her before stepping out of my boxers.
My dick almost hit her in the chin the way it leaped right on out, the wine and excitement of our little competition shooting right to the tip. And I was glad to see that usual glow in Londyn’s eyes as she stared at it while asking, “Chance, how am I supposed to focus on the game with your dick all out?”
“Who said I want you to focus on the game with my dick all out?” I asked her, the combination of her half-naked body and my mostly-tipsy state taking over now that I had lost almost all of my clothes.
But Londyn seemed ready regardless, licking her lips before confirming, “You know this means I won, right?”
I shrugged, pulling her up from the couch and into my arms as I replied, “A win for you is really a win for us.”
She giggled as I bent my head to kiss her neck, my dick poking her in the belly when she insisted, “Don’t try to get on the bandwagon now, bruh. I won all by myself.”
“And I’m about to win right now. So what that mean?” I asked her, gnawing at my lip as I looked down at her and waited for her to dispute my claims.
She didn’t, slipping closer to me and wrapping her arms around my waist as she gushed, “It means, get us to the bedroom as fast as you can.”
I didn’t think twice before I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, making her squeal and giggle as she reached to smack my bare ass. But I wasn’t fazed, smiling to myself as I carried her down the hall while asking, “We’re actually fuckin’ in your bed for a change? I might have to let you win more often.”
Her body went still in my hold around her legs. And though I couldn’t see her face, I could still feel the tension when she said, “Chance. You didn’t, did you? You didn’t, “let me win”?”
Of course her competitive ass was worried about that of all things, making me laugh as I told her, “Nah, you did your thing. I might’ve been a little tipsy, but I still wanted to win. And I didn’t, because you knew what you were doing on the sticks.”
She seemed satisfied with that by the time I tossed her on the bed, a smirk on her face as she rested on her elbows and said, “Thank you. Now it’s time for a little victory lap.”
I couldn’t have agreed more, pulling at her panties and tossing them to the side before climbing on the bed to join her. And I was just getting ready to dive right in until she stopped me with a hand to my chest. “Uhhh… you’re forgetting something.”
“Oh, damn. My bad,” I told her, standing back up and waiting for her to direct me to the condom stash I hadn’t seen with my own two eyes since she usually was the one to get them. And as I dug in her nightstand drawer, I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled out a condom along with her little bullet vibrator. “So this is what you be on when I’m not here, huh?”
She shrugged as much as she could in her position. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
“Let me see,” I told her, tossing the toy onto the bed within her reach before instructing, “Play with it for me.”
“Chance…” she groaned, obviously more in the mood for me than her toy. But I wasn’t budging, the idea of watching Londyn get herself off way too sexy for me to skip out on now that I had the opportunity.
She grunted as she reached for the toy, clicking it on to a resounding buzz before gliding it against her inner thighs to taunt me. But eventually, she pressed it gently against her clit, immediately arching from the bed in reaction as if she had surprised herself. Then she had all eyes on me, one hand keeping her bullet exactly where she wanted it while the other grabbed her breast, giving it a squeeze that had me grabbing my own shit.
“Damn,” I moaned, slowly stroking myself in my hand as I watched her work. And once she realized the effect her little show was having on me, she went all in, tweaking her nipples, biting her lip, hissing and humming in reaction to the pleasure.
It was… hypnotizing. But thankfully, I didn’t have to stay still, slipping the condom on before finally rejoining her on the bed. Then I kept her little toy between us as I dug inside her, the combination of the vibrations against her clit and my dick enough to make her yelp.
It would’ve been nothing for me to give her the usual, get rough the way she liked and pound her into a stupor before making her cum a couple times then getting my own. But tonight felt… different.
Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just the general good vibe lingering between us. But something told me to take my time, give her spine-tingling slow strokes and gentle kisses everywhere I could reach. So that was exactly what I did, a delicious friction created with every plunge as I kissed and nibbled against her collarbone before moving my lips to hers. And she greedily accepted every crevice of my mouth, groaning through the dance of our tongues as she dropped her toy to bring both of her hands to my face to pull me closer.
Our lips were just barely parted when she groaned, “Oh my God, Chance. You’re gonna fuck around and turn me psycho for real, for real.”
“Good,” I told her with a smirk, continuing the steady groove in my hips as I rolled them into her.
Her eyes were squeezed shut as she replied, “Not. Good. But so... good.”
She was absolutely right, everything about the moment feeling like something I had never felt before; a connection much deeper than just a casual fuck. And while I’d definitely have to revisit what the hell was happening later, for now I wanted it all, telling her, “Open your eyes, baby. I wanna see you.”
“Chance, this is… too much,” she moaned, cracking her eyes open just slightly as if it was a struggle.
Since I felt myself on the brink of bustin’ and bustin’ hard, I couldn’t have agreed more. Though I still managed to correct, “It’s perfect, Londyn. You’re perfect.”
With all that was going on at once, somehow it was that - a simple compliment - that took her over the edge, cumming in waves as she gripped the sheets and sang my name while I continued to give her everything I had - whatever she wanted. And once we were both satiated, I collapsed onto the bed next to her, a thick silence between us until Londyn said, “I’m like… shedding actual tears right now. What the fuck is happening?”
I turned on my side so that I could see her, wiping them away for her as I teased, “Good dick will do that to you, Londyn. Grown man dick. You don’t know nothin’ about that.”
“So you have a few glasses of wine and now you’re grown?” she asked with a laugh, climbing from the bed to go clean herself up.
I was only a few steps behind when I told her, “Nah, I’ve been grown. Just waiting for you to catch up.”
“Boy, what are you even talking about? I’ve been on,” she replied with a proud smirk, her lips twisted in the mirror as if she was daring me to say she was wrong. But she was speaking nothing but the truth, her shit obviously clicking on all cylinders from her job, to her crib, to her whip, and everything in between.
Only thing missing is me.
With that, I had to agree, “You sure have. Sexy ass.”
Then I smacked her ass, making her giggle before she asked, “You’re staying the night, right? I mean, it’s really late and you’ve been drinking so it wouldn’t make sense for you to…”
While it was cute to see her beat around the topic, I still cut her off, disposing of the condom as I said, “Londyn, just tell me what you want.”
She was struggling to say it, I could tell by the look in her eyes. But I needed to hear it, needed to know we were really on the same page this time. And even if it took all night, I wasn’t letting her move until she said, “I want you to stay the night, Chance. In my bed.”
It came out as more of a whisper, something I probably wouldn’t have been able to hear if it wasn’t just the two of us. But I had heard her, and I was more than happy to accept her invitation with a simple, “Okay.”
“Okay?” she asked, her eyebrow piqued as if she was really surprised to hear it.
I nodded, making it clear when I told her, “Yes, Londyn. I’ll stay. Just don’t be tryna back your ass into my dick all night. I’m cashed out.”
“You’re never cashed out when it comes to me, Chance,” she gushed, grabbing my hand to lead us back towards the bed. And I wondered if she was going to test her little theory when she pulled the cover back, climbing in first then inviting me to join. But she didn’t, instead settling in right under my arm the same way she had done back at my hotel with the same perfect fit to match.
I was already dozing off when a booming sound in the distance snapped me back awake, the fact that Londyn wasn’t snoring yet prompting me to ask, “Yo, did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” she asked, her voice groggy as if she might’ve been sleep after all.
But now that I had her full attention, I told her, “It sounded like somebody knocking.”
She immediately brushed it off, snuggling tighter against me as she replied, “No one in their right mind would be knocking at my door at this time of night besides you. And you’re right here so…”
The sound came again, cutting her off and making me anxious all at once.
“Nah, Londyn. Somebody is definitely out there. I know you heard that.”
As if we had asked the culprit to speak up, a voice shouted, “LoLo! LoLo, let me in, I gotta piss!”
Whoever it was was obviously familiar with Londyn if he was calling her LoLo. And while the only person that came to my mind was Eric - meaning we were caught - I was just slightly relieved to hear her huff, “Damnit, Khalid.”
She climbed out of the bed and grabbed a robe to throw on while I sat there trying to figure out what I should do since she hadn’t exactly given me any instructions before she took off down the hall towards the front door.
Do I stay here, or go in as back-up?
Is she coming back any time soon, or is she staying out there with him?
And why is this nigga showing up to her spot this late at night anyway?
That final thought was enough to mess up my vibe completely, the decision to get dressed and leave the only one that made sense until I realized I had left my clothes in the living room after our little game.
“Damnit,” I hissed, my eyes flashing towards the door when it sounded like Khalid’s words were getting louder meaning he was a lot closer than he should’ve been.
“Man, whose car is that out there in my…”
His words came to a halt once he noticed me sitting in the bed in my boxers, changing the direction of his little spiel with an, “Awww shit. What upppp, Chance? Happy to see y’all made up and what not. I told her crazy ass to stop trippin’ on you.”
My face twisted at multiple things. Him talking to me like we were familiar, him commenting on Londyn and I’s situation as if it was any of his business, the fact that not only had he invited himself into Londyn’s bedroom without protest, but that she had even let him get this far without warning him I was in there.
She really wasn’t focused on me at all, shoving him away as she said, “Khalid, will you just shut up and go to the bathroom?”
He crunched in response to her push, looking down at her to defend, “I did though, didn’t I, LoLo? Call me the love doctor in this bitch!” Then, like any intoxicated person, his train of thought quickly switched to something new when he asked, “Yo, you got somethin’ to drink? My throat is dry as hell.”
“You just said you had to pee! Now go pee!” Londyn barked with another push, one that actually made him move.
“Aight, aight, my bad. I’m going,” he replied with his hands up, finally disappearing towards the bathroom as Londyn released an annoyed sigh. And she wasn’t the only one annoyed as I rolled my eyes, hopping up from the bed and blowing past her towards the living room now that I finally had a chance to get my clothes.
She watched me get dressed from the back of the couch, a somber expression on her face when she said, “I’m sorry. He hasn’t done this in a really, really long time.”
“Guess that’s what friends are for, huh?” I asked her, snatching my shirt over my head just as Khalid emerged from the bathroom.
Now that I could get a good look at him, I could tell he was drunk as hell, tossing his arm over Londyn’s shoulder for support as he said, “So, Chance. Now that I’m finally meeting you, I gotta tell you I admire your game, man. You really had my homie over here buggin’ out over yo’ ass. That’s lowkey goals, bro.”
Once again, my face twisted, wanting to be even more annoyed with him for knowing so much of our business - or maybe annoyed with Londyn for letting him on so much. But I couldn’t be too upset once I watched Londyn throw a stiff elbow into his side to keep him quiet.
“Khalid, shut… up!”
“What, Londyn? I’m just telling the truth. Showing love to another real nigga, you feel me?” he asked… me?
Is he asking me or her?
He was so all over the place, I couldn’t tell. But even if I wasn’t sure, Londyn knew to answer, “No. I absolutely don’t feel you. Now can you leave?”
His face scrunched and I automatically knew some bullshit was coming next. “Leave, how? I didn’t drive. I caught an Uber over here. It was cheaper than going all the way to my spot since that surge pricing was tryna leave a hole in my pockets. That security job decent, but it don’t pay that gotdamn much.”
“It’s cool. He can stay. I’ll leave,” I told her, grabbing the hoodie I knew I couldn’t leave at her spot if I expected to ever see it again.
I had barely gotten it over on my head when Londyn slipped from under Khalid to catch me by the wrist. “Chance, no. I mean, I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay and I want him to find some business.”
Khalid sucked his teeth as if he couldn’t believe she was kicking him out. But other than that, he remained quiet as I replied, “Nah, it’s aight. Take care of your… friend. I’ll catch you later.” Then I headed towards the door before I got too invested in what was happening.
Secretly, I wanted to get invested. Set the tone that now that I was in the picture, this drop-by in the middle of the night shit was over and done with. But the fact that I’d only be in town for two more weeks said that would’ve been doing way too much; setting boundaries that wouldn’t even matter once I was gone.
So I played it easy, even through Londyn’s obvious annoyance when she followed me to the door. “Okay. Well text me… when you make it home. I haven’t forgotten how much wine you had.”
I appreciated her at least still caring that much. But when I peeked behind her and saw Khalid making himself comfortable on the couch, replacing me, I could only shake my head as I told her, “Trust me, Londyn. I’m beyond sober now.”