4 comments/ 13342 views/ 4 favorites A Snowball's Chance By: HuckPilgrim Author's note: all characters in sexual situations are eighteen or over. ***** Jake Benson lowered his chest to the gym floor, pushed until his elbows were straight, and then snapped out two dozen military pushups in rapid succession. He lay face down on the mat breathing hard. His biceps ached. His lungs expanded and collapsed. He felt a bead of sweat trickling down the back of his neck. Jake's workouts were all he had left. After twenty years of marriage, his wife was leaving him. It was turning into a bitter, protracted divorce. She was taking their small ranch house, the minivan, even the motor boat. Bringing his elbows underneath his chest, Jake raised his trunk, turned his head, and found himself gazing into the crotch of Cho Jones. Cho sat in the rest position on the thigh machine, her slender legs spread wide. She wore a tiny pair of bright orange workout shorts and toyed with her iPod, her front teeth clamped over her plump lower lip. Jake knew Cho well, but he knew her mother even better. Early last summer, he'd balled her in the back of his minivan. Poor Jake was a philanderer. A rogue. He couldn't help himself. It was the reason his wife was able to best him so easily throughout the divorce proceedings. Cho squirmed in the exercise machine. Her honey-colored legs were spread so wide Jake could easily see into her shorts. He saw where her leg met her trunk and the dark shadows just beyond. Seeing no evidence of panties, he speculated if she were doing without. He wondered if those shadows were all that hid his view of her soft teenage pubic hair, her fragrant young pussy. Jake felt his cock swelling beneath him. Turning his chin, he tried to see past the shadows in her shorts. He admired her flat tummy, those pert breasts. Raising his eyes, Jake found Cho grinning back at him. Her eyes were bright, her long shiny hair tied into a pony. Jake grinned sheepishly. Shame washed over him. He forced his body to the ready position and then cracked out another dozen pushups. What was he thinking? Banging Mrs. Jones had been bad enough. Rubbernecking her child was even worse. Carnal was a small town and it was hard to keep anything secret. Jake collapsed onto the mat. Cho came over to stand nearby his head. Tugging an earbud from her ear, she grinned. "My mom told me that if I saw you to tell you she says, 'Hi,' Mr. Benson." Weak from exertion, Jake craned his head around. He smiled and nodded. "I haven't seen your mom . . ." Pausing to consider, he huffed. He tucked his elbows underneath himself. Puffed. Cho squatted down and rested her arms on her thighs. Jake found himself staring into the lovely v between her legs. He quickly got to his knees so that he wouldn't embarrass himself again. "Since last summer?" he finally managed. Cho's shirt held a damp ring of sweat. He could smell her musky scent. "She's working the late shift at the grill," Cho said. "Daddy says she works so much he thinks she's got a man on the side." Jake laughed politely and without humor. "Oh, that's not true," he said. His mind flashed to an image of Mrs. Jones writhing on her back, her knees tucked against her chest. Mopping his brow with his forearm, Jake listened as Cho launched into a discussion of her freshman year at Fordham. She was a year ahead of his own son, Billy, and had won an athletic scholarship for breast stroke. Jake smiled. He'd watched little Cho grow into a fine looking young woman. She had almond shaped eyes and a round, pleasant face, just like her mother. Jake recalled the afternoon he'd fucked Mrs. Jones. When she came, she didn't cry out. Her eyebrows rose, and she looked surprised. She pursed her lips and then made breathy little hooting noises like an owl. "Mr. Benson?" Cho said. Jake blinked. Cho had her eyebrows raised, her head tilted to one side. She pursed her lips. He shifted uncomfortably on his knees. "I asked you about Billy's plans?" She smiled. "Oh," Jake said. "He's applied to Fordham and a few other schools." Cho had developed quite a crush on Billy, which meant that Jake had to work quietly to thwart all of her advances on the boy. The last thing Jake wanted was for his son to begin dating Cho. "Mr. Benson." Cho spoke with a gently reproving tone. She looked toward the cardio machines, her smile blossoming to a grin. "Not his college plans." She quickly looked back into Jake's face. "His plans for tonight." Jake chuckled. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "Tonight? I think Billy has a date tonight." This was a lie, of course. Jake might have been losing everything, but he was determined to keep the esteem of his son. Jake believed that there were certain things that only a father could give his son. A relationship with the daughter of a woman he'd slept with was not one of them. Cho was cute. Personable. Athletic. But her chances with Billy were equal to a snowball surviving a long time in Hell. *** Workout finished, Jake strode from the gym. The streetlamps threw pools of pale yellow light across the deserted parking lot, and the cool night air felt like rain. A big moon hung low in the sky. Across the lot, Cho sat in her jeep cranking the engine. Jake watched for a few minutes. Her starter groaned and spun, but wouldn't turn over. Jake drove to Cho's jeep. She raised her hands in a helpless gesture. Jake lowered his window. "Need a ride?" As Cho transferred her workout bag into the backseat of Jake's BMW, a light rain began to fall. Cho slipped into the passenger seat. She pulled her door closed and then crumpled over, her head against the dash. She grabbed her leg and groaned pitifully. Jake reached out to her. "Cho?" he said, his voice filled with concern. She only moaned louder, clutching her thigh and curling back into the seat. Jake raced around to her side of the car. He opened the door and lowered the back of the passenger seat to the full recline position. He pushed her flat on the seat, then put his shoulder behind her knee and took her thigh in both his hands. He began to methodically work the muscles in her leg with his thumbs. He could feel the knotted tension in her thigh. "Cramp," he said. She was breathing hard, a frightened look on her face. The car was running, both doors were open, and an alarm was dinging. Jake ignored it. He pressed himself further into the cab and put Cho's foot on the ceiling to keep the muscle taunt and allow himself more room to work out the knots. Cho sighed. The frightened look had passed and now she seemed relieved. Her brows arched and she blew little puffs of air from her mouth. Jake thought of her mother and felt his cock swelling in his pants. Cho let her hands flit from the doorjamb, to her chest, to the other seat, finally resting them on either side of her head. She sighed again, this time with great relief. Taking a break from her leg, Jake removed his keys from the ignition. He tossed his keys on the seat and went back to work on her leg. The absence of the door alarm made the quiet of the parking lot seem thunderous. The rain pattered softly on the car. Her skin was so supple. He produced a nice heat by using his thumbs along the back of her thigh. She made little mewling noises, like some small animal. Soon he patted the inside of her leg. "Good?" he asked. Cho nodded. She took a deep breath and then moaned a soft assent. Just as Jake began to back out of the cabin, Cho gasped. She curled forward, grabbing her other thigh. "Mr. Benson," she moaned. "Oh, no!" Jake dove back into the car. He took her other leg, just as he had the first. This time he had to straddle her good leg to work on the other. She writhed on her back to give him better access to her body. As he stretched her leg up, he glanced at her groin. He could see the seam of her panties peeking out of her shorts. Jake immediately reached up and turned off the overhead light. Give the poor girl some privacy. He worked her thigh in the dark. Cho made grateful little moans of satisfaction, breathy little sighs of relief. Jake found his mind wandering to the image of Cho in the thigh machine, her legs spread wide. He pointedly kept himself from looking between her legs, but he wasn't sure where else to put his eyes. Her neck made an elegant curve as she stared out the back window at the moon. Her nipples stood tall on her chest. His cock was now a full-fledged hard on, and he hoped she couldn't feel it on her leg. Soon he felt her leg muscles begin to relax. He sighed, patted her leg, and then backed himself into the wet night. Jake felt the heft of his cock tenting his sweat pants. He squatted down to hide his erection and help Cho right the seat back. He reached for the adjustment knob, but she put her hand on it first, got the seat up, and then sat there grinning at him. He stood and watched her gaze drop to the bulge in his pants. Jake felt his mouth go dry, and he quickly closed the passenger door. They drove to Cho's house in silence. The wipers beat time on the windshield. He pulled to the curb on Pine Street and they both looked at the dark house. "Mom's at the grill?" Jake asked. He shut off the motor. "And Dad's at the bar," Cho said. She spun around in the seat and put her legs underneath her. Leaning over the center console, Cho put her small hand on Jake's knee. "Mr. Benson," she said. Jake smiled at her. His pants were damp from the rain. He had a dull ache in his hands from exertion, but he was mostly pleased with himself. He waited for her kind acknowledgements. "You don't think I'm good enough for Billy," Cho said. Jake gasped. He began to protest, but Cho cut him off. "Mr. Benson—" she said, using the same gentle reproving tone she had in the gym. "Don't," she said. She squeezed his knee. "You're always telling me Billy has a date or some kind of plans, but I know he doesn't date. I know he doesn't have plans." Jake looked out his window. He felt ashamed. "It's complicated," Jake said. He sighed heavily, then looked at Cho. "Billy's mom and I are breaking up." "I know," Cho whispered. Her hand moved to the middle of his thigh. He looked at her hand, then looked into her round, innocent face. "I'm not the girl you think I am," Cho said. She raised her brows, tilted her head. She moved her hand to his crotch, touching the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. "Oh, honey," Jake said. His cock silently rose in his pants and he sat upright. He put his hands over hers and pushed it from his groin. "Wait—" Jake said. "We can't." She yanked her hand from his and put it back on his thigh. "We can," Cho said. "I know what I want. That's all that matters." Jake's cock snapped to attention. He placed his hand over hers to keep her from touching it again. He didn't trust himself in this situation. He had to get this girl out of his car. "It's not right," Jake said. His voice shook with excitement. She rose on her knees and put her hand on the back of his seat. She moved her forehead close to his and somehow her hand found his erection again. "It is right," she whispered. "You know it is." She stroked his shaft through his pants. Jake sighed. "You're big," she giggled. She lightly traced the outline of his cock with her fingers. "Really big," she lowered her voice. Jake swallowed hard. He pressed his ass into the seat as if he could get away from her onslaught that way. Mustering all his resolve, Jake made a final attempt to flag her off. "Your mother," he hissed. Cho grinned. "We won't tell her," she laughed. With a single deft movement of her hand, Cho slipped Jake's cock from his pants. She wrapped her fingers around it. "We won't tell anyone," she whispered. She bent forward and without hesitation swallowed him whole. Her mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. Jake exhaled nosily. The muscles in his core and legs involuntarily tightened. He sucked air into his lungs and scanned Pine Street. There were only moon lit shadows. As Cho bobbed her head, Jake allowed himself a low moan deep in his throat. Her tiny fist stroked his hard cock. He put his hand on the back of her head. Felt her silky hair. He heard wet noises coming from her mouth. And then she looked up at him. "Don't put your hand on the back of my head," she said. Smiling sweetly, she resumed her work. Jake pulled his hand away. He watched her head in his lap. His body was still wound up tight, but he began to gently rock his hips, thrusting his cock up into her mouth. He lay his hand on the curve at the base of her spine. His mind went to Mrs. Jones, and he felt a brief wash of shame, but was too far gone to stop now. To distract himself, he explored Cho's bottom. He slipped his hand between her legs, stroking the moist crotch of her nylon shorts with his fingertips. Soon he felt his orgasm rising. "Honey, honey—" Jake said, his voice urgent. Cho glanced up, her eyes questioning. She kept her hand wrapped around his slick shaft. "I'm going to finish," Jake whispered. Cho grinned. She wordlessly put his fat cock back in her mouth. She wanted his cum. Just the thought of it was almost too much for him. Jake groaned as the first rush of semen exploded into her mouth. Cho kept her head and hands still, her mouth clamped over his cock. With the second burst of cum, Jake thrust his hips up, driving his cock into her face. He had to resist the urge to place both his hands on her head. Instead he held onto the upholstery and let himself drain into her willing mouth. He squeezed his buttocks together, pumping himself dry, letting go the remainder of his semen, as well as any lingering feelings of shame and remorse. It all felt so good, how could any of it be wrong? Soon his body relaxed into the seat and he sighed. Cho kept her mouth on his penis, nursing him dry. She made a slurping noise as she let his cockhead slip from her mouth. Raising her head, she smiled. She let her tongue fall out of her mouth in mock exasperation. She grinned and blushingly licked her lips, stroking her sternum with her fingers. Settling into the passenger seat, she flipped the visor down and examined her face in the mirror. She used her pinky to touch up her lips. Suddenly stark light from another car filled the cabin. Cho turned in her seat to look out the back window. Jake quickly began assembling his pants. Cho squealed with delight, opened the door, and then Jake was alone. He looked into his mirrors and tried to calm his breathing. The vehicle behind him looked familiar. He lowered the window. "Dad?" Jake heard a mix of confusion and concern in his son's voice. "Dad is that you?" Billy asked. Cho raced around the front of the car and launched herself into Billy's arms. She wrapped her legs around the boy's waist, and put her arms around his neck. Before he could say another word, she kissed him full on the mouth. Jake gasped. He reached his hand out to stop his son, but it was already too late. The boy had automatically taken a firm grip on those lovely orange shorts, hefting the girl in his strong arms. Jake watched his son hesitantly return the kiss. She ran her fingers through his scalp and then ground her crotch into his pelvis. Jake knew she was moist between her legs. He sat in the car with his hand outstretched. He watched his son tilt his head to get a better purchase on the girl's eager mouth. Jake slowly lowered his hand. He thought of the playful way she'd extended her tongue just moments ago. He blew the air from his lungs. Billy's jaw worked as he eagerly returned Cho's soulful kiss. His enthusiasm for her mouth seemed to increase with each passing minute. Jake felt a dull ache in his testicles and lowered his head. He may have sat that way for a full two minutes. "Dad?" Billy said. Jake looked up from his silent revere. Cho remained in Billy's strong arms, holding him possessively, her head on his chest. Looking at Cho, Jake raised his brow. Cho explained everything. A stream of words spilled from her mouth. Her alibi was beautiful. She'd clearly given it some thought. She blurted it all out in a rush of adrenaline and moxie. Jake waited patiently for Cho to finish, and then he simply nodded his head. Billy looked slightly dumbfounded. Cho kissed him on the mouth again, then looked back at Jake. Tucking her head up under Billy's chin, she made a little sneer. Jake started the car. There were certain things only a father could give his son. But there were certain other things that no father could shield his son from. Cho Jones was one of them.