Chances Aren't (26 page)

The guy drops like a rock to the floor. I must have nailed him in the spleen or kidney or somewhere bad, but don't ask me because I'm not a doctor or anything. Young Ben looks at me with surprise and after we spot some angry faces in the crowd heading our way, we scramble toward the door.

"Where's Alan," I say.

"I don't know."

"Shit." Looking back, I identify the two guys rushing toward us and they're huge. "Let's find him later."

Ben and I burst out of the bar and head left running down the street with me leading the way. I turn left again down a side street then run at full speed until we reach another corner and make a right, slipping into an alley. Young Ben is right behind me and we both slump against the wall struggling to catch our breath.

"What the hell was that?" I ask.

"He said I spilled a beer on his girlfriend."

"Did you?"

"I don't even know who the hell his girlfriend is."

I take a few steps toward the street and look both ways. After finding no one chasing us, I return to Ben. "I've never hit anyone before."

"How'd it feel?"

"Pretty good."

"Thanks for that."

"Sure." I take another look out on the street and Ben follows behind me this time. "How're we going to find Alan?"

"Maybe he's waiting at the car."

Luckily we parked a few blocks from the bar and when we reach the car, Alan isn't there. Neither of us has the keys so we wait. About ten minutes later Alan shows up and says, "What the hell? You guys ditched me."

"We sorta got into a little trouble. What the hell happened to you?" Ben asks.

"I was in the bathroom with that chick who wanted to bang the both of you." He shoots us a smug smile.

I look at him stunned. "No way. She wouldn't even talk to me after she found out
he
..." I motion to my twin and roll my eyes. "...wasn't interested."

"Well, I guess it takes two of you to do what I can do all by myself." Alan unlocks the car and we all climb in.

"This is unbelievable." I slump back in the car and shake my head dizzy from all the beer and way too much excitement. "She wouldn't even give me her number."

"So what happened in the bathroom?" Young Ben asks as Alan backs the car out of the parking space.

Alan stops the car at the entrance to the street and gives us a smile. "I believe you call what she did to me a blow job."

"No fucking way." I lean forward, pressing my body between the seats.

"You're like a rock star. That's totally a rock star move," Ben says.

"Yep." Alan replies.

"How the hell did you pull that off?" I ask.

"I just asked her."

I scoff. "You just went up to some girl and asked her to blow you?"

"Not exactly. I asked her if she wanted me to go down on her... and well, she said yes."

"So, did you?"

"What?"

"Um, go down on her," I say, rolling my eyes.

"No way. I'm not going down on some chick I don't even know. She could have just banged out some other dude and I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near that." He shrugs. "Plus after she finished with me, I was kinda out of the mood anyway."

I nod in agreement. "Yeah... been there."

"I haven't," Young Ben says, innocently.

"You will." Sighing, I slump back in the seat and close my eyes. "You will."

When we return to the frat house, Ben gets in his bed and I curl up with my blanket on the floor. He says, "Thanks for, you know, for taking care of that guy for me."

"No problem. We're pretty lame aren't we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Our first fight in twenty years and it takes both of us to beat up a guy. You distract him while I hit him."

We share a chuckle. "You got to use all your talents in a situation like that... even if your only talent is your future self traveling back in time."

"Yeah." I turn toward him. "Thanks for letting me stay here. Sorry I've been kind of an asshole."

"That's okay."

After a few moments of silence, he asks, "So I really marry Emily?"

"Yeah."

"When do we get married? What do I do for a living and where do I work?"

"You marry her in—"

"Wait, don't tell me, I don’t want to know. I don't want to know any of it."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, it would be like spoiling a movie. I mean nothing really bad happens, right?"

"No, nothing really bad."

He turns on his back and looks up to the ceiling. "I don't want to know then. I think I know too much already."

"I understand." After taking a deep breath, I feel like the room is spinning and rub my hands over my face. "Wow, I think I drank a little too much."

"Me too."

"Wait, um, can I tell you just one thing? One little thing."

"All right."

"In two thousand five, I think it was... anyway promise me you won't go up on the roof to fix this piece of trim that falls off during a storm."

"Why?"

"Like an idiot you fall off and break your arm. Hire someone to fix it."

"Oh. Okay, I promise."

"Great at least I can say I stopped you from doing that." Smiling, I bask in the satisfaction of my small victory.

"Goodnight Ben," Young Ben says.

"Goodnight Ben," I reply and we share a chuckle.

"Would you two assholes shut the fuck up?" Alan yells over from his side of the room.

"Ben?"

"Huh?"

"Ben?"

"What?" I whine.

"You're definitely going to class for me today right?"

"Yes. What time is it?"

"Ten."

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Karen called me. They need someone for the lunch shift, so I'm switching with Molly."

"Great." I close my eyes and quickly drift back asleep.

"Why don't you sleep in the bed?"

"What?" Turning over, I cringe looking up to young Ben's sunshine morning face.

"You can sleep in the bed."

"Oh, okay, cool."

Groggily, I reach for the mattress and hoist myself off the floor with my head pounding from last night's activities. I slip between the sheets and wrap my hands around the pillow and sigh. God, I miss having a bed, I should totally get one of these. Seconds later, I'm out cold.

Hours later I'm jarred awake when the bed moves and I find Emily sitting next to me, smiling.

"Hey," she says.

Struggling to open my eyes, I sit up pulling the covers up over my bare chest. It's the first time I've seen her since I've been back, so to speak and I haven't seen her look this young in forever. God, she's pretty.

I'm sure I'm giving her some weirded-out look and she makes a face, holding back a laugh. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, sorry, I just had a bad dream and, uh, what are you doing here?"

"I got off early from work and wanted to surprise you."

"How'd you get in?"

"The door was open."

"Cool, just give me a minute and I'll get dressed and we can, um—"

"You don't have to." She gives me a sexy smile.

"What?" Moving an inch further away, I'm suddenly self-conscious about being so close to her.

"You know..." She playfully nibbles on her index finger. "...I would have slept with you that first night."

"I know, you told me," I mutter.

She narrows her eyes. "What?"

"What?"

"I told you that?"

"Um, I..." My head is spinning as I say, "But the first time we do it is in your paren…" I pull the plug on that thought and find she's giving me another strange look. I explain, "I mean, it's just… who wants to be the girl who gives it up on the first date."

"Exactly." She places her hand on my forearm. I stare down to it and swallow hard. "At least I can say that I made it through a few dates without pulling your pants off."

"Yeah, that is, um…" I pull the sheet up a little higher.

"Ben, I really wanted to wait until we knew each other at least two weeks before we…"

"That's very smart of you because—"

"Would you let me finish?"

"Sorry."

"I don't think I can wait. I think we should do it today… now." Leaning down to me, she gives me a kiss. I can feel that I'm already hard, and this is making me painfully so.

"Gee, I, uh, great, but I really…" Sliding further away from her, I slip off the bed to the floor landing on my ass. Quickly I turn away to hide my boxer short covered erection. "I need to pee. Can I just… I'll be right back."

Shaking her head, she giggles. "Okay, but hurry up."

I pull on some shorts and rush out of the room. Once inside the bathroom I look into the mirror.
Fuck, shit… this is not good. Do I have time to retrieve Ben from work and get him back here? Maybe since he's only five hundred feet away, but I'm not wearing anything except a pair of shorts. I can't very well go back to the room, grab some clothes and excuse myself again. Not to mention the logistics of me slipping into the restaurant and somehow trading places with him. Shit, I'll just have to go back and talk to her. I'll convince her we need to wait. Yeah, I can do that.

When I return to the room, I find Emily under the covers with only her bare shoulders showing. "Oh, hey, there." I stand a few feet from the bed gazing down to her with what must be a perplexed expression on my face.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Nothing."

"Come here. I missed you." She lifts the covers up and I see her naked body. I haven't seen it that tight and toned in a long time. She looks exactly like that picture I have of her in that little bikini in one of those beach scope things. The one she would jokingly show me whenever it reappeared amongst all the other crap in our kitchen junk drawer.

Drinking in her beauty, I don't move. I stand frozen, indecisively going over the options in my head. Run. Fake being sick. Tell her I'm a virgin and want to wait until I get married. Have sex with her, amazing hot sex with her. "Um, I... you—"

"It's so hot in here." She pushes the covers off her completely and my eyes wander up and down her young body. Fuck it, I rip down my shorts and underwear and slide in next to her. She feels so warm, so soft, so cute.

We adjust positions until we are lying facing each other with our heads on the same pillow and we share a smile simply looking each other in the eye.

After a few moments, I say, "Are you sure you don't want to wait?"

"Um-hmm."

"You know, sometimes if you really like someone, um, I've heard that—"

She presses her lips to mine and kisses me tenderly. Somehow only our lips are touching while no other part of our bodies are in contact. My one hand is by my side while my other is up over her head on the pillow. She's not touching me either, but I don't know where her hands are. As I ponder that inconsequential thought, her tongue slips deeper in my mouth and I suddenly know where at least one of her hands is as I feel it wrap around my erection.

"Oh, God…" I groan. "I've missed you."

Rolling on top of her I slide down and kiss her neck. She arches her back and wraps her arms around me pulling me closer to her. I move down to her breasts, taking a nipple in my mouth as she runs her hands through my hair and lets out a soft moan. After moving to the other breast, I spend a long time alternating between the two before returning to her lips and kissing her deeply. She spreads her legs and I slide higher, feeling my erection pressing into her stomach.

Taking my face in her hands, she kisses me once more and asks, "Do you have a condom?"

"What?"

"Do you have a condom?"

Something tells me this isn't the time to tell her I don't need one. I nod breathlessly before getting out of bed and retrieving one from the drawer. My twenty-year old erection feels like it could stop a train. I want her so badly; I've missed for so long what we had years ago— when life was simpler and carefree. I would hold her and we would laugh and enjoy each other's company and the sex was amazing, mind-blowing. Maybe, just maybe we could have that again at least once.

Returning to the bed, I sit on the edge facing away from Emily looking down at my unwavering boner.
If he wants this so badly who am I to deny him. She's your wife or future wife or something like that… If you can't have sex with your future wife, then who can you have sex with? In the scheme of things this can't be all that wrong.

She's gently touching my back as I slip on the condom. Standing, I turn to her and look her over once more shaking my head. "God, you're beautiful."

Grinning, she extends her hand to me and when I take it she pulls me toward her. Lying on top of her, we kiss as I slip inside. She lets out a groan and her eyelids flutter closed as I pull my lips from hers and gaze down to her face.