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  “Come on Chance, I’m serious. I really want us to do this. It’s just for a little while.” Chance made it hard for her to speak as he kissed the base of her neck and left a trail of sensuous kisses until he found her mouth. She fell into his kiss. She couldn’t help it. His tongue penetrated her and found new ways to thrill her mouth. She continued trying to stress to him the seriousness of the issue; pushing him gently away from her and asking him to focus.

  “Okay, okay Lex! We can do the whole celibacy thing if that will make you happy,” he whispered between deep kisses. But the clock hasn’t started yet, so…”

  And with those words, Chance leaned Alexis back with a bit of loving force onto the bed. She liked it when he took control. Rolling on top of her, Chance continued to layer kiss upon kiss from her lips down the center of her body; spending extra time at her navel. When he kissed Alexis there she shrieked with pleasure. Lord, you are gonna have to forgive me just one more time…please…

  Chance didn’t stop there. He continued to lovingly kiss Alexis until he found the opening to her treasure chest. He playfully teased her opening with his tongue; moving it deliberately in and out and in again. Then Chance took the fullness of his thick tongue and licked the pulsing pink lips of her jewel from the bottom to the top; only stopping long enough to thrust his tongue deep inside her now moistened walls. Alexis writhed in pleasure as he fondled her puss - vacillating between his tongue and probing fingers - giving her unspeakable pleasure with every touch. And then he parted the lips of her swollen treasure and revealed her throbbing clit. Chance blew his warm breath softly there sending a new current of electrical charge up and down her spine. Alexis convulsed; her body fighting against the words that had defiantly come from her lips earlier. She couldn’t help it. Chance had the magic touch and her jewel yearned to be stroked by him. Alexis told him so and Chance readily obliged; lifting himself into just the right position to plant his now swollen manhood deep inside her welcoming walls. He moaned as her love box enveloped him; covering every inch of him; receiving him and coaxing him further down into her love canal.

  Once their bodies merged, the syncopated rhythms of love between the two sent each of them into their own bliss. Chance moaned as Alexis nibbled his ear; all the while raising her hips to meet his every stroke. Reaching to the depths of her love passage, Chance’s manhood pushed against her clit causing spasms that generated a flood of love juice from Alexis’ chamber. The renewed wetness compelled Chance to stroke her with more vigor; with reckless abandon. If this was going to be the last time he touched her in this way he, intended to make every second count. Alexis’ panting turned into hyperventilation. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart was racing and her puss was throbbing with small orgasms growing in intensity. Alexis had one more orgasm to give and Chance was working his manpole to the point where she couldn’t hold back any longer. She dug her fingernails into his back trying to hold on; the ride he was giving her was leaving her breathless. She couldn’t contain the pleasure she felt much longer and she dug her nails in deeper; leaving long scratches down Chance’s back. He braced from the sting. Chance liked it – a bit of pain and pleasure commingling with his lustful intentions. He loved the sounds emanating from Alexis; the slap of his male fortitude against her wet puss. It turned him on, and the screams of his name coming from her lips turned him out. He needed to cum but he wasn’t ready yet. He had more to give. Chance wanted Alexis to be so enraptured with what he was putting down that she wouldn’t dare keep him from it – not now; not two days from now.

  Chance lifted Alexis’ legs and placed them on his chest; his hands holding the underside of her thighs. He tilted her so that her back formed a natural arch. The deepest possible penetration was his goal and he aimed to achieve it. Alexis' full breasts bounced with every thrust of Chance’s manhood. And then, all of a sudden, he slowed his penetrating motion – grinding her circularly – caressing every wall of her womanhood and stroking her clit. The change in momentum sent Alexis’ head and body spinning. Her convulsions came hard and fast; she couldn’t control the cum spewing from her love box. She shook her head from side to side trying to wrap her mind around the new heights of satisfaction she was experiencing. Just as she began to match Chance’s movement with her deep swaying hips, he changed his stroke again; pounding her womanhood furiously; beating it into submission.

  Chance held back for as long as he could but the climax that was coursing through his body would not be denied any longer. His thick, throbbing manhood shivered as his life-giving seed spilled into the woman he loved. Not wanting him to cum alone, Alexis offered her love juices to the man of her desires as well; the hot liquid overflowing her love canal and spilling down her upturned bottom. Chance nearly collapsed, as he lowered her down and descended on top of her; finding her soft lips and kissing her passionately.

  “I love you Lex, and if this is our last time until we are officially one, I hope you remember it.”

  “I will Chance, I will,” she replied breathlessly. This time she would not cry nor allow feelings of guilt and immorality to overtake her. No, this time she would relish the connectedness she shared with Chance. Alexis was thankful he understood her convictions and was willing to honor them. She hugged Chance tightly around his neck and reminded him just how much she loved him.

  “We will be together again soon baby, I promise.”

  *****

  It had been two weeks since Alexis informed Chance of what she needed from him. It was hard, but he honored her request. Chance was a man’s man and he loved the company of a woman. But he kept his word and hadn’t touched Alexis in that way since the last time they were together. The two of them continued to spend considerable time together. With just two short weeks before the wedding, they had a lot to get accomplished. Seeing Alexis on the regular made it even harder for Chance to reign in his desires and honor the celibacy agreement he made. He loved her, but he wanted to make love to her - plain and simple. No, he didn’t love her for just her body, but having that kind of connection with Alexis made the relationship definitely worth the while.

  In preparation for the big day, Chance and his best man, Luke, met at Savvy Formalwear for their final tuxedo fittings. One of the earlier concessions that Chance and Alexis made was on the size of the bridal party. Chance wanted it small and intimate, and Alexis wanted to have a much larger party standing with them on their special day. Chance wasn’t in agreement, and only wanted the man who had stood with him through everything by his side. After copious discussion and some give and take, Alexis agreed to the smaller bridal party. Luke would be the only person standing with Chance - just like he wanted it.

  Chance was unusually tense and Luke noticed it right away.

  “What’s up bro?” Luke asked as he stood in front of the mirror waiting for the seamstress to finish pinning the cuff of his pants.

  “Ah, its nothin,” Chance responded feigning a smile.Luke was not convinced.He’d known Chance since they were teens; getting into trouble on the streets of Atlanta. He knew when there was something not quite right.

  “Chance, come on man! You not foolin' nobody, especially yo’ boy. So ‘fess up son. What is it?Cold feet?”

  Chance tried to brush it off. He knew he could confide in Luke, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell him what was really going on.

  “Nah, not cold feet…more like a cold bed.”The seamstress finished up with Luke and momentarily stepped out of the dressing room; leaving the two friends alone.

  “What?Lex stopped putting out or something, dawg?”

  “Something like that,” Chance shook his head embarrassed at the admission.

  “Aww damn! You for real?” Luke said jokingly, but quickly realized his friend wasn’t laughing with him.

  “Yo Luke, that shit ain’t funny man…”

  “Wow… word? So how long she been holding out on you?”

  “Two long ass weeks man…I don’t think I can take this shit much longer,” Chance
shook his head; still finding it hard to believe the predicament he found himself in.

  “And you been straight? You been keeping it cool? No side piece?” Luke remembered the good old Chance, and wondered if he had reverted back to his player days considering the drought he was in.

  “Naw man, I been keeping it real but it’s hard though. I ain’t gone lie.”

  “How much longer ya’ll gotta' do this no knocking boots thing?”

  “Two more weeks! Not until after she says I do and get my last name. Only then will we be able to do the damn thing.”

  “Sh… you betta' then me. My girl already know, more than 72 hours and I ain’t hit it, she need to be checking her friends cause I’m hitting something!”

  Chance didn’t laugh with his friend. He didn’t find the situation funny at all. He was struggling to uphold his promise to Alexis, and Luke talking about the realities of being a man didn’t make it any better.

  “That shit ain't funny, man.”

  “Sorry dude…I’m just saying…It couldn’t be me,” Luke continued to joke around. “Hell if that situation don’t change, the bachelor party is going to be nuts for real!”

  Chance hadn’t given too much thought to the bachelor party. It had been scheduled for months and Luke was responsible for putting everything together. He knew his friend all too well. There would be plenty of half-naked women gunning to replace his bride-to-be. The ratio of women to men would be 3 or 4 to 1 knowing Luke. Feeling the way he was feeling right now, Chance would need just about that many - if not more - to unload the baggage he was carrying.

  Luke and Chance finished up their fittings with Luke still chiding his homeboy about not getting laid. Luke wanted to hang out afterwards, but Chance was not in the mood. He opted instead to go home. He had a lot on his mind, and really didn’t feel like being teased by his homie for the rest of the night. All Chance wanted to do was climb in the bed and make counting the days go by faster.

  But once he got home Chance found it hard to sleep. Thoughts of Alexis crowded his head. Flashing back to their last night of passionate lovemaking caused his manhood to rise. He shifted positions trying to calm the storm that was brewing inside. Unable to fight the feeling anymore, Chance began to touch himself. He hadn’t had to resort to it in a while, but at the moment he didn’t have many options. Chance accepted his stroke as the only comfort he would have. He closed his eyes and fantasized about Lex - holding her, touching her and plunging into her ocean. His stroke intensified as he reminisced on the love they made; moans of remembered pleasures escaping his lips. Chance was so caught up in his own pleasures that he didn’t hear Alexis come in.

  Standing in the doorway to his bedroom, she was surprised to see Chance touching himself. She started to speak, but couldn’t find the words. Her mouth was agape. Watching him stroking himself caused warm sensations to rise inside her. Her jewel twitched with every long stroke he made. She crossed her legs and bit her lip; enjoying the sight but at the same time longing to be on the other end of Chance’s stroke.

  Chance opened his eyes to see the woman of his fantasies watching him. Alexis had never seen him masturbate before. Instead of being embarrassed, Chance continued touching himself and looking longingly at her. He needed her and he needed her badly. Alexis felt her cheeks become flush as she watched Chance handling himself; the pulsations between her thighs growing with every thrust. He motioned to her. Touching himself was no longer enough. Chance needed his manhood to be buried deep inside the tender walls of his woman. Alexis didn’t move, but the temptation was getting to be too much to resist. She could feel her nipples hardening under her lace bra; her breathing speeding up as her heart began to race. She wanted him, too, but the promise she had made to herself and God kept her feet from moving.

  Seeing her resistance, Chance thrust his hips slowly into the air; holding his manhood at the base; grinding his full extension into the air – his eyes never leaving Lex. He imagined she was at the top of his stroke and his manhood twitched; pre-cum spilling over the rim. Alexis bit down hard on her bottom lip again. Chance was making this harder and harder to resist. She, too, could envision herself at the top of his stroke; riding him as though her life depended on it. But her convictions told her that it was more than just her life that depended on restraining herself. Her very soul depended on it. The fight between her flesh and her spirit raged as Alexis’ jewel moistened from the sultry visuals Chance provided. This time instead of gesturing for her, he called out to her.

  “Lex, come here…”

  He patted the side of the bed, inviting Alexis to join him. Slowly her feet began to move in defiance of the war going on in her head. She found herself standing on the side of the bed within arms’ reach of the man she loved. The gentle moans coming from his lips as he continued his long stroke were music to Alexis’ ears. She wanted so desperately to shut out the noise in her head and reach out and touch him; feel him where it counted the most. But she resisted the temptation again; her will to stay true to herself temporarily winning.

  Chance, growing anxious for some real relief, swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up; his one hand locked firmly on his manhood; massaging it as it continued to grow and swell between his thick fingers. He patted the spot next to him, and again encouraged Alexis to sit next to him. She reluctantly obliged moving slowly and methodically until she was sitting. Being that much closer to Chance made it more difficult. She looked him in the eyes, the controversy in her head raging on. This is not what she expected to walk in on, and now she wasn’t sure whether she had the resolve to stop herself from indulging in a lust-filled and loving tryst.

  Chance reached across himself and picked up Alexis’ hand that had been resting nervously on her thigh; never once letting go of his manhood. His fixed gaze on her coaxed her to move; to reach out and touch him; to help him feel better. Alexis wanted so desperately to please her man, but she was finding it hard to silence the guilt ridden screams going off in her head. Chance lifted her hand and began to move it towards him; toward his throbbing manhood. He needed the relief of her touch. She could bring him to an orgasmic end, and he needed that kind of release. Alexis allowed her hand to be moved, but the closer it got to actually touching Chance’s erect manpole, Alexis resisted; pulling back against Chance’s encouraging hold.

  He looked at Alexis in disbelief. She wouldn’t even touch him? Disgusted, Chance pushed her hand away.

  “Fuck it then Lex! Just fuck it!”

  Chance raised himself from the bed and made his way into the bathroom; slamming the door behind him. Alexis could hear the water running in the shower. She felt awful. She never wanted to hurt or disappoint Chance with this whole celibacy thing. It was something she needed to do for herself, and even though she knew it to be the right thing to do, Alexis never wanted to hurt Chance in the process. Alexis moved to the bathroom door and rapped gently on it. She wanted to apologize to Chance; to try and explain things to him. He didn’t respond to the knock on the door and Alexis stuck her head in trying to let him know how sorry she was. Chance stood in the shower with his head down; not acknowledging her knock, presence or her apology. Feeling and looking dejected, Alexis exited the bathroom. She wasn’t sure what she could do to make it up, but she would certainly try. Short of giving in to her own sexual desires and those of her fiancé, Alexis would find a way to make things right.

  *****

  Chance had mixed feelings about his bachelor party. It had been nearly four weeks since the fateful day Alexis declared there would be no more sex in their relationship. With that declaration came a tension neither of them anticipated. Chance didn’t think he loved Alexis just for her body, but not having access to it made him think twice about why he was attracted to her in the first place. He wanted to think he loved her for her mind, her personality, her character – but that’s when he had undeniable access to the part of her that sealed the deal. Now he wasn’t so sure. Maybe hanging out with friends, getting some drin
ks and looking at some naked ass would do him good. Knowing Luke, there would be plenty of it at the party for the taking.

  Alexis knew it was bridal taboo, but Chance had been so down and distant lately that she was willing to take her chances. Luke may have been Chance’s best friend but he had grown to be a good friend to Alexis as well. With one slip of the tongue, she found out where the bachelor party was going to be held. She was nervous about popping up, but she hoped Chance would see a new side of her; a more playful and risqué side. It would be a nice climatic moment leading up to their first night together after the big day which was less than 24 hours away. Tomorrow I will be his wife, but tonight, I will be his tease…

  The party was more than Chance could have ever imagined. Luke had pulled out all the stops. The liquor was flowing, Chance’s boys from the block were present and there were plenty of beautiful, scantily dressed women to go around. The suite Luke secured at the downtown W Hotel provided all the luxuries, privacy and amenities needed. At first Chance wasn’t really feeling the party, but he warmed up after a few shots. He began to mingle with the guests, but Luke could tell Chance still wasn’t really enjoying himself. He knew just what Chance needed to help him relax.

  Turning the music down to be heard, Luke made an announcement.

  “Gentleman, we have all come together to celebrate our boy’s last night of being single. I think we need to help him go out with a bang. Let’s drink a toast to my boy Chance. Ladies, please do yo' thang!”

  Shot glasses were raised in celebration, and three beautiful dancers came and escorted Chance to the seat of honor. Luke passed out cigars to the men, and they all took seats around the king’s chair. The music was turned back up, and the three dancers set out to make Chance glad he came. Coco, Roxie and Star were three of the sexiest women Chance had seen in a long time. Coco was an ebony brick house. Roxie was taller; her long caramel legs accentuated by the six-inch, clear stilettos she wore. Star was curvy in all the right places; her wide set hips set off by the pink lace thong she wore. Coco danced for Chance first, while Roxie and Star stood next to the king chair swaying sexily to the beat. Coco was fine as hell and Chance enjoyed the lap dance she gave him; her jet black skin glimmering; her body to die for. Sitting on his lap she started to slow grind on him; her hips swaying in time to the beat. Chance couldn’t deny the beginnings of excitement he felt deep in his loins. He tried to fight against it, but it was hard. Roxie danced for him next. She draped one long, luscious leg over his shoulder and undulated her narrow waist in front of him. Roxie dropped her leg and kneeled down in front of Chance. Ooh’s and aah’s from the men sitting around could be heard against the backdrop of the music. Pushing Chance’s legs open, she slid in between them her head poised just over the crotch of his pants. Chance felt a lift in his manhood again as Roxie began to stroke him through his clothes. Just as he got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore, Roxie was replaced by Star. She eased Roxie out of the way and began to dance seductively in front of Chance.