Unexpected Chance by Annalisa Nicole

suppose they are called the same thing. You’ve never been to Dick’s?” I ask.
    “Nope, can’t say that I have,” she says, popping a piece of gum into her mouth.
    “Alright, we’ll do both. Two drive-ins in one night,” I say with a smile.
    “Goodie!” she says, clapping her hands and chomping on her gum.
    I pull into Dick’s and park the car. I order us a double order of cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes, something Dick’s is famous for. While we wait for our food I ask, “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted as a little girl, but could never have?”
    She thinks about it for a few minutes, then answers, “I always wanted a puppy. Aunt Molly told me she was allergic to dogs. I think it was a big fat lie, just like her ass, big and fat,” she says, holding her arms out wide. “She would never have allowed me to have one, probably because it’s something that would have made me happy. I must have peed in her Cheerios when I first moved in or something. I don’t know what I ever did to her to make her hate me,” she says, like it’s nothing. Our food is delivered, Savvy digs right in eating and eats every last bite.
    I drive to the drive-in theater and pick the 1976 classic, The Legend of Bigfoot. I pull into our spot and to make her experience complete, I get popcorn and drinks.
    The movie is almost over and I feel like a teenager taking out a date for the first time. We both reach in the bottom of the popcorn bucket at the same time, our fingers touch, and then our eyes meet. Yep, I totally feel like a teenager again. I take the popcorn and set it in the back. Her eyes sparkle in the dim light from the movie. I inch closer to her lips; they touch with the gentlest of touches. They’re salty from the popcorn and form perfectly to mine. I thread my left hand in her hair, her mouth opens, an invitation. My tongue dances with hers in a slow, warm, tangled kiss. I break the kiss, start the car, and drive home, my pants a little tighter than comfortable.
    I pull in the garage, open her car door and take her hand. I take her purse from her and set it on the coffee table along with my suit jacket, then guide her to the bedroom. I stop just inside the doorway. She presses her body and her face to my back, then she wraps her arms around my chest. I cover her hands with my own. I love the way her body feels on mine. I turn around in her hold. She tips her chin up, and rolls up on her toes. She cocks her head to the side, then smiles a crooked smile. I smile back at her, put both my hands on the sides of her face and kiss her. I’ve kissed my fair share of women, but Savvy’s lips feel like they were made just for me. I take a step backward and then another toward my bed. I sit on the bed. She straddles my lap, grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it off over her head. She’s wearing another orange bra, this one neon orange. Looking in her eyes, I reach behind her back, unhook her bra, and toss it to the floor.
    She loosens the knot in my tie and slowly pulls it through. She wraps the ends around her hands and pulls me close, kissing my lips. Letting go of one end, she slowly runs the silk fabric across the back of my neck then tosses it to the floor. Her lips come to mine again; her fingers go to the top button of my dress shirt, she unbuttons one button, then another, each slow and torturous. She untucks my shirt from my pants one side at a time, grinding her ass in my lap. She runs her hands up my chest, under my shirt, up and over my shoulders pushing my shirt behind my body. She sits up on her knees and watches as she pulls it down the back of my arms. I bring my wrists between us; unhook my cuff links and the buttons, removing my shirt completely. I reach for the button on her pants, unbutton and unzip them, exposing the top of her lacy neon orange panties. I run my finger just under the delicate fabric and she exhales a sigh. She grabs the bottom of my t-shirt and pulls it over my head. Slightly