CHAPTER 7 - CHANCE

I couldn’t believe how long it was since I’d seen her, and how hard it had been not to go down to the diner just to say hello. I didn’t want to seem desperate or fuel any more of the filthy thoughts I was having about her. The last time she was over, I’d had to jerk off in a cold shower just to be relieve the ache in my balls.

Dream showed up with a small stack of books and Star was excited to see her.

“Dream! Dream! We’re having spaghetti.” I couldn’t get over how enthusiastic Star was around her. “Do you like spaghetti too?”

“I love spaghetti.” She looked up at me and tilted her head with an apologetic look. “I’d have brought bread or something if I’d known you’re going to feed me again.”

“I think you should be prepared to eat. Star’s heart’s set on it, I believe, and well, we like the company.”

“That’s great. Thanks.” She held out the books to Star. “I got a few of the books on our list, and I’m happy to say that the library had the others, too, so we’ll have no problem finding them all.”

“That’s great. You know, I could always swing by and get those if you need me to.”

“It’s no bother, really. I went after work yesterday. I thought you might have come into the diner for lunch.” Was she looking for me? I felt the blood flow to my cock and turned to walk into the kitchen.

“The spaghetti is ready, and we’ll eat in the kitchen tonight.” I had gotten another chair for the small table, and now it would accommodate a guest.

“Look, Dream. Uncle Chance got you your very own chair.”

Dream looked up at me while Star dragged her into the kitchen and across the room to the table. “My own chair? You didn’t have to do that.”

I kept my back to the counter while I wished the raging boner to stay down. “No, it’s not a big deal.” Like hell, it isn’t. “I had brought the two extras to my workshop, and I decided since you’re going to be joining us, I’d bring one back in here.” I took a deep breath as my cock finally deflated and then brought the plates to the table and this time I kept the paper plates in the pantry. “Real plates too. Wow, this is fancy.” Dream gave me a smile, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her teasing.

“Yeah, only the best for our favorite tutor.” I shook my head and brought the spaghetti to the table with the cheesy garlic toast my ex had taught me to make.

“This looks delicious, thank you.” Dream took a seat, and Star sat between us with Jackie propped in her lap.

“Thanks, I can’t promise a wide variety. I only know how to cook a few things.” It’s the only thing I could thank my fucking ex for.

“Then I should cook for you guys sometime. We’ll make plans.”

“I couldn’t ask you to cook and come tutor.”

“You didn’t. I just offered. Besides, there are a few things I’d like to make again before I lose my touch.” She gave a little shrug and the sly grin she gave had me hard again.

Star slurped her spaghetti and had sauce all over her face.

“Here you go, kiddo.” I handed her a napkin, and she gave me a toothy grin and then wiped the sauce away.

“Let me show you a trick.” Dream looked around and then got up to get a spoon out of the drainer, then she sat down and held it up for Star to see. “Spin your fork atop your spoon, and voila.” She took a bite without slurping. “Here, you try it.” She passed the spoon to Star and star started spinning her spaghetti. It took her five tries, but she got the hang of it. On her last try, she dropped her fork, and when she went to get it, she knocked over my glass, which was admittedly too close to her. The glass rolled to the floor, and the liquid spilled all over my lap.

I shot up from my seat, and as I patted myself dry, I glanced up and noticed Dream eyeing my hard-on. It was hard to miss. I quickly covered myself with a napkin, and then I got a dishrag and cleaned up the rest as the girls went back to eating.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Chance,” said Star with big, fat tears in her eyes.

“Hey, kiddo, no problem. It happens.” I looked to Dream, whose face was pink and whose eyes never left her plate. We finished dinner without further incident.

“Why don’t you ladies get to work, and I’ll go clean up.” I excused myself and headed upstairs, thankful that I had a reason to take care of business.

I stepped under the spray and grabbed the conditioner to slather on my cock. I wasted no time putting my wrist to work, and I hated the fact that I had let her have that kind of effect on me. She was just too sexy for her own good, and I wasn’t sure how many more nights I’d be able to have her over without making a move.

Thinking of that had me feeling like a letch, but not enough that it distracted me from working my cock or enough to stop me from imagining her on her back and screaming my name from those pretty lips.

I wanted to go downstairs and tuck Star into bed for the night, then invite Dream upstairs with me. I’d walk her to my room, and once inside, I’d shut and lock the door. Then I’d approach her nice and slow, slip my arms around her waist and up beneath her top so I could get a hold of those nice perky tits. She had to be more than a handful, but not too big. Just enough to put my dick between and fuck her pretty mouth. I could see it in my mind, and I thanked the heavens for a vivid imagination as my cock started to leak.

I knew that it was just a matter of time, and then what? I’d have to break her heart? It was enough to make me almost resent her. And soon my strokes turned angry as I knew I’d never let another woman love me like I thought my ex had. That kind of love was a dream, and not the kind of Dream who was sitting downstairs tutoring my niece.

But I’d seen the way she’d looked when she’d noticed my hard on. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted me to fuck her. She’d known it had been for her; all for her.

I closed my eyes again and imagined her on her knees, pressing her tits together around my hard cock and stroking me so good that my eyes rolled back in my head and my toes curled. “I want you so bad, Chance. I need to feel that big, hard cock inside me.” She’d turn and lean against the tile and tilt her ass up at me as an offering. “Fuck me hard, Chance. Fuck my pussy so hard.” Her moans would fill up the bathroom, echoing off the walls as I shoved my dick inside her and reached around to stroke her swollen clit. I’d bury myself deep and come hard inside of her, soaking her core with my hearty seed, and then grinding in as she came on my cock. Her pussy would quiver, milk me so good until there wasn’t a drop left and she’d pull away licking her lips.

I opened my eyes to see my cock spurting the last of its hot load all over the shower tile. It was a hot fucking daydream, but that’s all it would ever be.

I finished rinsing off and then wrapped a towel around myself, hoping that was the end of my fantasies. I’d had a taste, even if it was in my mind, and even though it had been amazing, I couldn’t let it be anything else.

I’d seen the way she’d looked at my cock, the way she’d parted her lips ever so slightly and licked them like she’d wanted to get under the table and suck me off right then and there, but she didn’t know the real me, the whole and not so whole me. I’d not let her know that about me yet, and not many, not even Star, had ever seen me without my prosthetic.

I dried myself off and took special care with my leg, though I’d designed it to get wet.

I pulled on my sweats and a pair of socks when a knock sounded at my door. I opened it to find Dream standing there with her finger on her lip.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to impose, but we’re all done. I’ve tucked Star into bed, and I’ll show myself out. I just thought I should tell you.”

“Right, yeah, it’s probably best you go.” I stepped out and breezed past her. My fucking dick was already hard again, and there was no hiding it in these pants. I wasn’t sure how noticeable my leg was either as she followed me down the stairs. My gait was strong, and the leg wasn’t noticeable from it alone, but I still wasn’t ready for her to know; not ready to see that look of pity of her face every time she looked at me.

“I’m sorry, did I impose?” She placed her had on my arm, and I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned around. Her eyes lingered on my crotch and then she looked up at me with a question in her eyes.

I didn’t want to let her know I was this worked up over her, but there wasn’t exactly any hiding it. “I’ll walk you out.”

I all but pushed her out the door while she was trying to apologize, but I didn’t want to hear it. I was seconds away from showing her just what I’d do with the big bulge she was so fascinated with, and it wouldn’t be the hearts and flowers bullshit she deserved. I wasn’t capable, and no one was capable of loving someone like me.