A Game of Chance Ch. 01

"Yeah, and your name is Casanova," she grins as she says it and then adds in an undertone I'm meant to hear "you're certainly living up to the name."

I break our stare and look forward at the back of Greg's head.

"If that nickname sticks, I'll be sure to come up with a special one for you." I promise in a dry tone. I watch her as she sees mirth on Greg's face and he's unable to hold it in as he busts up laughing not turning his head back even once to gauge my response. Her eyes flashback my way and she sees my answering grin as our eyes connect again.

"How's this, you don't stand a chance of getting away, or haven't you noticed there's two of us?" Chance looks all around even behind us, though we're in the last row.

"Are you sure there's two of you, dude? Cause I'd swear there's only one." She pauses for a moment and raises her eyebrow at me. I want to kiss it, it feathers so perfectly. Only it's her eyes that are her best feature large and dark in her pale face.

"I meant two, as in Greg there and myself. Between the two of us, you really think you're gonna get away?" I watch her carefully and yeah, there she goes blinking again.

She swallows and digs in her pack for something. I tense up, right as she pulls out a bottle of water, its almost empty. I watch her open and smell it, and then she takes a small sip. Right away the look on her face tells me she's not going to swallow. I pull my legs over and indicate for her to go ahead. She doesn't hesitate and spits out the water then spits again.

"Gross, it's been in here too many days. I used it to clean my hands and must have got soap in it, blah!" I reach in my sweatshirt pocket and pull out an almost full bottle.

"Here empty that and I'll pour a little in it to rinse it, then you can have most of this. In fact. . ." I unscrew the top and drink some and hand the rest of the bottle to her. She takes it and is just looking at it for a few moments until I tell her, "I don't have cooties" and she kind of frowns at me, which makes her hella sexy.

"Thanks." She mumbles, then takes a sip and spits it on the floor with the rest and starts gulping.

'Thirsty little thing' I think, and grin at her knowing instinctively it'll fluster her and it does. Blink. Blink. Blink. Her eyes get bigger in her face. She smells so good to me, delicious and tasty and my dick is rock hard. I don't want to sit here I want to drag her off this bus and down the nearest alley and have my way with her. Hell, Greg wants her too. I'll make sure she pleases us both.

And we aren't going for subtle with this little girl, though we need to be careful we don't scare her away. But we've already agreed, we keep pushing till she either gives in, or convinces us she's got a boyfriend.

Oh shit! What if she's gay? No way life could be so cruel, and besides she hasn't spit on me yet. I cringe as that memory flashes through my mind. I try to imagine if I was a female and as small as her what I would be feeling if two big men were stalking me. 'Oh yeah, it's a good probability that she'll be nervous around us.' I give her a predatory smile. 'Yes!' Blink. Blink. Blink. And is she...? Wow! She is so red! I'm stoked right now and want to get up and work off some of this energy, but that would mean leaving her side and that's not happening.

I'm not really worried, the way she smells her body's craving sex. Except I've got a question. I reach with my arm that's around her and pinch her nipple again lightly. Ever since she brushed her hair and I got a good look at her breast with their over-sized nipples pressing against her T-shirt, I can't get them out of my mind. Her twitch beside me now is making my stuff ache, it's so fucking hard. I look up and catch my breath. She's deer in the headlights begging me with her eyes to let her go, to please go away. I watch her my dick leaking a wet spot on my sweats at the images in my minds eye.

I see her on her knees between us, a cock in either hand. Her dark eyes are open wide with a mix of fear and hunger, with lips swollen and hair in disarray she is stunningly beautiful. I blink and she's over the bar stool in my living room pleasuring me with her mouth as she takes Greg in the ass. I focus on her again and remember when she stood up. That stool that has a girl at the perfect height for my cock whether I want her mouth, pussy or ass. It's going to leave her legs dangling, helpless. Oh God, I want her helpless, unable to get away!

I'm growling and don't realize it's out loud until I feel her twitching again. When my eyes meet hers she's looking. . . lost. Like she knows she's lost. My cock throbs as I see her look down and swallow. I watch as she chugs the last gulp of water.

"You want the bottle?" She asks me.

Do I want the bottle? Why's she asking me that? I frown though I'm unaware I'm doing so, and what it's doing to my newest prey.

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Chance's POV

Oh God I'm in trouble. Big trouble! Shit, it's possible I'm in double trouble, unless I'm mistaken about that look that passed between them. Only when was the last time I was mistaken with my instincts? That guy a couple years ago who I'd thought wanted me but it turned out he was gay. Only to find out I hadn't been totally wrong when a few weeks later he told me that if he wasn't gay he'd have been on me, cause I was smoking hot!

I smile to myself. Easily one of the best compliments I've ever gotten, hands down. I'd told him right back, 'If you weren't gay I'd be all over you too!' Then one of our gay friends standing there with us had started gagging like we'd made him sick. We'd laughed over that for weeks, though now I can't remember why it was so funny. Then he'd disappeared or maybe I had, but one day I'd realized I never saw him around anymore. He no longer worked at Frenchy's and he wasn't hanging around on Polk street. I remember how cute and sweet he'd been and hope at this moment wherever he is, that he's still happy and healthy and maybe remembering me too.

"Ow!" I cry out, punching Casanova before I can stop myself. I've only tapped him in his upper arm but you'd think from the look he's giving me that I really tried to hurt him. I rub my nipple with my palm and then cross my arms tight and glare right back.

He surprises me when he busts up laughing. His grin is so big and his laughing eyes, damn it! I don't want to smile back at him, now he'll think he can get away with anything! I get my frown back and look away.

Christ, I'm almost to my stop!

"Move it!" I demand unceremoniously. I have a tub waiting for me and I'm not walking extra because I missed my stop. Only he's not moving, he's just looking at me. I hit him with my backpack screaming "Move it, out of my way!" Then I turn and pull the cord as we pass the stop before mine. As I turn back I feel my backpack snatched from my hands.

"No! Please. . ." I gasp as Casanova pulls me to my feet and out into the aisle behind him. His friend has my backpack and he grabs my sleeping bag.

"Come on, this is your stop, right?" He's frowning at me and my heart starts beating fast and it feels like it's out of rhythm and I can't seem to catch my breath. I see I'm still holding his empty bottle in my right hand and I want to toss it at him, only I'm too busy watching his friend making sure he isn't rifling through my pack. Not that there's anything of value to anyone but me, just my journals and the little things I've collected on my trip, but that doesn't mean I don't care if someone goes through it.

Casanova pulls me to him and I feel relief to see my backpack slung over Gary's? No, Greg's shoulder with his own. It appears he's not interested in my belongings so I look at his face and my eyes meet his. He's got some of the darkest eyes I've ever seen, only they aren't-they were dilated and now they're back to normal. I see they're almost brown like mine but much lighter and more of a hazel color. And oh, they're beautiful eyes! The buses slowing jolts me out of my haze and I can see that Greg is flushed. I wonder if it's from my staring and yes, he's staring back hard as he raises an eyebrow and gives me a knowing smile. Oh no!

"Hey, wake up! It's your stop!" Casanova is pulling me up the isle and he steps past the exit so he can come behind me. Greg is already outside holding the door open and I have no choice but to go or start screaming. But then I'd lose my backpack - not to mention having to wait another few hours before I got in my tub. Plus my keys are in there! I jump from the bus and try snagging my backpack on the way by. It doesn't work. I look around to notice we're the only people getting off the bus.

Casanova slips his arm around me from behind pinning my arms to my sides. Then with his hard-on pressing from the middle of my ass to almost halfway up my back, he moves us forward. Keeping his feet wide he avoids stepping on me until we're under a store awning and out of the glare of the streetlights.

My attention is split between my situation and the familiar scents of home. I inhale through my nose audibly a few times in a row, breathing as deep as I'm able. The situation feels surreal and I'm having a hard time comprehending I'm only 3 blocks from home.

"What's up little girl, what are you smelling?" Greg asks.

I lift my head so I can see his face and he smiles slowly at me, but it's the promise I see in his eyes that makes my heart thud heavy in my chest. I remember his question and close my eyes inhaling another lung full.

"Home," I whisper, "I'm smelling home." I'm embarrassed over all the emotions thickening my voice and that my eyes are watering.

"That's right little girl you're just getting back and it sounds as if you left your heart here. Is there somebody special waiting for you?" Casanova asks, as I pick-up through my emotional over-load the tensions in his body. He's either vested in my answer or he doesn't know how to relax. Impatient he repeats his question but this time he's specific. "Well, you wanna tell us if you've got a man waiting for you?"

For an instant something nibbles at my brain stem as a face flashes in my minds eye, both gone too swift for me to grasp. I find my tension is back as I shake my head.

"I won't lie to you and say we're sorry about that. So tell us which way you live, little girl?" Casanova orders in his sexy voice.

And now that there's no longer anyone around who knows the situation and that we're strangers, they both move into my personal space. Casanova's glues himself to my back nestling his cock between the cleft of my cheeks, while Greg presses himself along my body's front half with his own hard on and another look that melts my insides. I'd swear they pool in my pussy and leak out. 60 seconds since the bus pulled off, an eternity.

My heart still heavy transfers to my throat and begins to pound for multiple reasons. A little from fear, but the majority is excitement mostly sexual, though some is the situation itself and that I'm finally home.

"Is she coming with us or we going with her?" Greg asks out of the blue and it's obvious he's not asking me.

I'm watching our reflections in the window as Casanova pulls his cock from its comfortable position.

"Don't worry, I'll be putting it back as soon as it's feasible," he spins me around and gives me a wicked smile "so where we going, mama?"

I don't know where you're going, but I'm going home to take a much needed bath, so I'll need my backpack cause my keys are in it." I say this with a confidence I don't feel.

"What else you got in there a vibrator maybe?"

"Nope, vibrators are at home." I reply with a deadpan expression.

"You hear that Greg vibrators as in plural," he gets a speculative look on his face and then asks, "What else you got besides vibrators, little girl?" He runs his hands up and down my arms where I've crossed them again. My nipples are sensitive and I don't want to have to grab his nuts just to prove a point. I ignore his question as I watch Greg in my peripheral vision and the reflection of the store window. He's directly behind me looking at Casanova. I look up and see he's looking back.

I want to know what's being said silently and almost ask them to talk out loud. Then Greg moves up behind me pressing against me as he wraps his arms around mine still crossed. Too late I find I can't move. He picks me up as I watch his knees bend so he can grind his cock up and down the crack of my ass and 'holy shit' he's feeling fatter than his friend.

With neither average and both well endowed I see the reality behind Casanova's cockiness. My heart is in my throat again and it's still not from fear. I'm not getting danger vibes from them at all.

Casanova reaches down and rubs his fingers between my legs or one finger which is all the room I've left open.

"Hey now!" I hiss, which gets his attention. I'm so close to just giving in and dragging them home with me - except if I remember right, I left my place a mess, and I'm sure it stinks from rotten fruit and just being shut up for so long. And I know the fridge is going to knock me flat cause no way that fish lasted 10 weeks, nor my milk.

"Where's your spot, Chance?" Greg asks.

"Up the hill."

"That street there?" And he points where I've indicated with my nose since he's still pinning my arms.

"Yeah."

"How far up?"

"Almost all the way." I reply, smirking as they both groan. I let them know they won't have problems it's me that hasn't walked any hills for 10 weeks who's going to have it hard.

"You live alone in an apartment?" Casanova asks as he does something with his phone.

"No, I've an in-law on a house."

"Private entrance?"

"Aren't they always?" I ask. Casanova reaches out and tilts my face up so I'm looking at him, then he taunts my fate with his words.

"I want you to be aware that each time you get smart and/or you don't answer my questions clearly. And each time you punch me, hit me, kick me, yell and/or scream, you're going to be disciplined for it. I just want you clear on that so you can't say you weren't warned." I can't catch my breath and it doesn't help Greg's hold is so tight I'm unable to breath deep.

"I can't breathe, let up!" I order as I try to push his hands off my forearms. He loosens his grip but doesn't let go and now he's rubbing his cock up and down again only smaller thrust than before.

"Chance?" Greg whispers by my ear as I go still against him.

"What?"

"It's 'yes sir' and I just want to know if you're wet yet?" I keep back the moan but my body melts into his. "That's it, yeah right like that." He nuzzles my ponytail over and nibbles on my neck. I can't hold back the shivers or my mewling noises when he bites firmer. I make an effort to pull myself together.

"I let you all know on the bus that I've been on the road for 5 days and away from home for almost ten weeks total and that I'm getting in my bath when I get home." I inform them, my voice breathy and begging for more. My face is flaming again!

"I don't remember the bath part, are you sure you mentioned a bath Chance?" Casanova asks.

"If you didn't hear me, I apologize. I tried to make it clear that I need to be alone so if you'd like to give me your phone numbers maybe I'll call tomorrow or the next day. Or you can even have my number."

"What's your number?" Casanova demands, and I find I'm sad they're not going to push me to take them home or drag me home with them. "And Chance, it looks like ours is anything but a chance meeting." Casanova's smiling.

"Huh?" is my intelligent reply.

"You say you live up this hill on this street, and I want to point out that we live very close to you, less than 2 blocks I bet," he sounds pleased. And I know I'm pleased to find they live so close. It's possible I will see them again. "So we're going to walk you home and then if you want, you can walk us home so you know where we live." Greg releases me then digs in the side pocket of my pack and snags out my keys.

"What do you think you're doing, dude?" I'm irked. He could have asked.

"Checking out your keys. I'm not taking them, just looking at them for a moment. Here, you want your pack?"

"She should ask nicely Greg before you give it to her."

"What the fuck is it with you, dude?" I can't believe how he's doing me.

"That's another mark little girl, pretty soon you won't be able to sit down when I'm through with you if you keep on cursing and calling me dude!" His tone is mild, too mild and something is telling me to pay attention. Since I know pussy wants me to spread my legs and get to know the both of them better, and since nothing else makes pussy wetter than knowing my ass may be punished or is in the process of receiving said punishment, I blame pussy for my mouth that couldn't seem to shut up much less heed Casanova's warning.

"Oh, that's right your Casanova, God's gift to women. Aren't I lucky tonight?" I say tongue-in-cheek. Suddenly Casanova moves and has his forearm around my throat while his other arm is twisting one of mine behind my back, almost but not quite to the point of pain.

"I've got a feeling you think I've been playing with you Chance. . . haven't you?"

"Probably," I concede, then add, "Let's face it that's usually not the normal topic of conversation among strangers, now is it? So maybe I can be forgiven for not taking you seriously. What say you?"

He pins my arm between our bodies and now uses his free hand to reach between my legs again, only this time Greg kicks my feet apart. Not hard but if I'd resisted he would have. He gets a good grip on my pussy massaging it. When he pulls his fingers away he puts them under his nose.

"Oh, fuck me! I'm in trouble my friend," he almost growls this to Greg by my ear, his voice sounds rough with need. Greg shoulders my pack again and squats down in front of me. He's on his toes as he sits on his haunches, his legs spread wide for balance. And it seems like he's still almost as tall as me! I didn't notice how tall he must be! He reaches out and tweaks one nipple and then the other through my t-shirt. Then using the fingers of both hands he gently holds a nipple in each and begins to squeeze them alternately back and forth. I'm taking very shallow breaths watching his fingers, spellbound. He's added a tugging motion and it feels like his fingers are nursing me. I've begun to pant, and I hear myself whimper. I'm loud in the quiet of this early morning, and my eyes snap up and I look up and down the street and see no car lights closer than a quarter mile, yet I can hear a garbage trucks compactor nearby.

"Chance?" Greg's voice husky and low, and I already love the way my name rolls off his tongue. I've turned my head back without thought and his eyes snag mine. I'm helpless to look away from him and the silent promise I see smoldering in his eyes. He's releasing my left nipple after giving it a last firm pull and pinch and I feel the fingers of his right hand slipping down to that little gap between my thighs. Casanova holds me snug as Greg's feather touches have me squirming right away, and I'm now aware even as young as he is, that he's well versed on playing with a lady's bits. "I see I'm going to need to discipline you right off, baby girl." Greg doesn't sound displeased by this, and I'm unable to think coherently with his fingers between my legs.

"W-Wh-What?" I stutter. He's still got my eyes pinned with his, but the look he's giving me now makes me whimper.

"I told you how to properly address us, didn't I? And you've not only failed to do so, but you ignored me when I called your name. Therefore I believe some discipline given before you're pleasured, would help you to focus properly. Don't you want to be able to focus on the important things?" I frown.