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When You Wish(6)

By:Deidra D. S. Green


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.