Am I genius, or am I genius? Spencer Carlin, you will lose, and it’s just Day 1 of your Abstinence Scheme, I thought evilly. She’s going to be so proud or whatever when she thinks I don’t want any, and then she’ll probably pull me by the tie and insist on having her way with me. I grinned as I poured the batter into the waffle iron.  Ok, I may sound like a sex addicted freak, but that is only because I am only 22 years old and still very, very hormonal. And don’t get me wrong, I love Spencer to bits. And yeah, love is so much more important than lust, but I don’t get why we have to go through with her latest crazy idea! So yeah, I do feel slightly guilty for trying to get in her pants. But I want to be able to make love to her, not because I’m just horny, but because I want to show her how much I love her, how much of a part of me she is, and not being able to do that for months is going to drive me up the wall.  Perhaps she sees it as a test to see if I’m no better than those stupid, horny dicks out there. I sighed. Spencer, I’m not like them. After all these years, you should see that I’m just interested in getting into your pants. That’s it. I’m going to be sincere today, and try to reassure her that I am not like any of those typical pricks who just want some hot pussy all the time, and prove to her that we don’t need to go through any abstinence period to test me or anything.

         By the time I started buttering her waffles, she wandered into the kitchen. I brought her food over to the counter and set it next to the syrup and her coffee. I walked around the counter and hugged her from behind as she took a bite. “Ashley, if this is a ploy to get me to put out, I swear you will be in the doghouse for the rest of your life.” She warned, her voice dripping with irritation. “Spencer, you should know by now that I’m not like those perverted dicks you see on the street! I’m not focused solely on having sex with you!” I said, feeling hurt and wounded. “Well you certainly have got me thinking otherwise.” She huffed. I sighed, pulling up the other stool to sit next to her. “Listen, Spence. Yes, I really want to be able to make love to my fiancé, but you know I love you. You and your feelings, your heart, they all come before me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Spencer.” I said softly, taking her hand and getting down on my knees. “Then why wouldn’t you stop when I said no, Ashley?” I tried to crack a smile for her. “Because I didn’t think Spencer Carlin would ever turn down sex, considering how freaky she’s gotten these few years.” “I am not like that.” She said indignantly. “Oh yeah? How about the time you could not keep it in your pants to save your life at your parent’s house that one dinner and we ended up doing it in their bedroom and then getting caught?” I teased. “That was a long time ago! And it was your fault, Ashley Davies!” she accused, jumping on me. “Oof!” She started wrestling me to the floor, but of course I am the stronger one, so I started squirming underneath her and resisting. Suddenly she broke my hold on her by tickling me. “What- ah- cheater!” I gasped, in between fits of induced laughter. She pinned my hands down above my hand and sat on top of me. “I win.” She said, smiling triumphantly down at me. “I let you win, cheater.” I replied, grinning. Haha. Now she’s going to renounce her stupid abstinence scheme and make love to me now that I’ve reassured her.