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I knew that Laurie enjoyed making love with me and was not using this idea as some means of getting out of having sex. I was quite secure in this confidence. The brightness in her face right now showed that she really wanted to make sex even better and thought that this approach would do that.
"Ok, Laurie," I said finally. "Maybe you're on to something here. When you want to add some pizzazz, go ahead and say no!"
Laurie broke out in a big smile, jumped up, and hugged me. In her sexiest voice she whispered, "You won't regret this..."
Wow!
 So Laurie began her new strategy and no longer let me make love to her every time I wanted to. She really did seem sexier when she said no, probably that "forbidden fruit" concept at work. I also seemed more anxious than usual to put my arm around her and snuggle up to her as we went to sleep on those nights. Laurie herself seemed to be extra affectionate.
Well, that was almost a year ago now, and Laurie was right--her strategy did make our sex life more exciting. When she says no, it increases my desire for her. The next day I cannot not wait to have her. It is fun trying to come up with better strategies to seduce her. Laurie really enjoys that!
It also intensified the thrill of anticipation. I found that it was more fun making my frequent advances precisely because I did not know whether they would be successful. It brought back that tingling excitement that you used to have on dates when you nervously started to kiss a girl, but didn't know if she would let you do it.
Then, too, it gave me a sense of freedom. I have a very active libido and now can make sexual advances whenever I feel the slightest urge. I do not have to worry about frequency or propriety of timing or place; I do not have to try to read her moods before deciding whether to make an advance; and I never have to worry about getting an angry or annoyed response. Sometimes we make wonderful love; sometimes Laurie says no.
Now back to the present. We had watched that romantic movie last night, and my advances had been turned down. So today I was really ready for some hot passion! We often make love the night after Laurie says no, but not always; sometimes, in her tantalizing way, she makes me wait another night or two. But you can be sure I usually try!
 This time I made sure I was in the bedroom while Laurie was undressing. She was sitting on the side of the bed and had gotten down to her bra and panties when I snuggled up behind her. I put my arms around her and took her breasts in my hands. "How about tonight?" I asked. "Are you in the mood for love?" I kissed the side of her neck. "You look really sexy sitting here."
Laurie swung around to face me and put her arms around me, and I thought she was about to kiss me. But instead, she leaned close to my ear and whispered in her best sultry voice, "No sex tonight." Giggling a little, she got up, took off her bra, put on her nightshirt, and went into the bathroom.
But since I had been thinking about sex most of the day, a new idea had hit me: perhaps my best method of seduction yet! Laurie was not the only one who could add pizzazz to our sex life! I recalled from the movie, Pretty Woman, that in response to Edward's "seduction scene," Vivian had thanked him, but pointed out that she was "a sure thing," making the whole ritual unnecessary. But Laurie was not a sure thing any more, and maybe Edward's method would come in very handy. So on my way home today, I had picked up a dimmer switch at the hardware store. I had also purchased a few essential items at the grocery store. Then earlier in the evening while Laurie was not around, I quickly installed the switch and made some preliminary preparations in the kitchen. If she had been eager for love tonight, well, no harm done. But now I decided to execute my plan. While Laurie was in the bathroom, I went into the kitchen and retrieved the items I needed. Then I dimmed the light in the bedroom.
When she came back out, I was again sitting on the bed. Laurie stopped in the doorway with a puzzled look on her face. Without moving her head, her eyes looked around the dimly-lit room. "What happened to the light?" she asked.
This time it was my turn for one of those wry smiles. "I'm simulating soft candlelight."
Laurie did not say anything, but a faint smile appeared. I could see that the wheels were beginning to turn in her head.
I had propped both of our pillows up against the headboard of the bed so that we could assume a comfortable sitting position.
"Come on over. Let's sit for a few minutes. I have a special surprise for you."
I got up from the bed and took her hand, gently stroking her fingers as I led her to the bed and helped her down. As she put one leg up and then the other, I was treated to a quick flash of panties. Lghtening bolts seemed to dicharge in my head, and an aura of intense sexuality seemed to fill the room. My heart was starting to pound.
As she leaned back against the headboard, Laurie straightened out her nightshirt, covering all but a tantalizing hint of her panties.
I turned around and walked over to the dresser and brought back our silver serving tray with two glasses of champagne on it. It also contained a small dish of sliced strawberries, just as in Pretty Woman.
Now Laurie broke out with a bright, sweet smile. I offered her the tray, which she obviously had not noticed as she walked back into the bedroom. With a slow and deliberate movement, she took one of the strawberries. As her eyes held mine captive, she parted her lips and placed it daintily in her mouth.
"It brings out the flavor of the champagne," I said, just as Edward had explained.
I continued to hold the tray for her, and she reached out again for a glass of champagne. She sensuously moistened her lips and took a sip.
My own mouth was beginning to water, but not for champagne. I thought I was supposed to be seducing her!
With much effort, I regained some presence of mind, took the other glass of champagne and got onto the bed next to Laurie. On my side of the bed, I had the decanter of champange. When we finished our first glass, I reached down for the champagne and refilled both glasses. Again, Laurie got a look of astonishment on her face. She smiled and slowly shook her head in amazement.
"I know what's going on here," she said in a sweet tone. "I've heard all about mashers who ply a girl with champagne in order to weaken her resolve and get their way with her."
"Such motives you attribute to me!" I said in a tone of exaggerated indignation.
I put my arm tenderly around her and kissed her on the cheek. "You said no tonight. Would I try to weaken your resolve with champagne?"
However, while those words were yet on my lips, my other hand had found her leg, and I began a light caress of her inner thigh, slowly bringing the caresses higher and higher.
"I think...you...would..." Her voice trailed off to a whisper, as she obviously was losing her resolve.
 Laurie closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I had reached the top of her thigh and drew my hand slowly under her nightshirt and onto her panties. Her head swayed just a bit, and she was breathing harder.
I raised her nightshirt, little-by-little exposing first the leg bands, then more and more of her panties. Laurie had on her red ones tonight--a bright, silky red with just enough spandex to hug every curve. With gentle caresses, I began to explore the satiny material. It was evident that Laurie was becoming aroused, and she moaned softly.
I put both arms around her and gently helped her lie down. My own desire was soaring now, and I kissed her hard on the lips.
We made sweet, passionate love.
We went to sleep with my arm around her and with both of us very satisfied.
I let two nights go by before making another sexual advance. Laurie demurely declined. Too soon, I figured. She probably wanted to build up the intensity of my desire to a bit higher pitch.
I knew I should not overuse a good thing, but that "seduction scene" from Pretty Woman had been so much fun the other night, I could not resist trying the ploy again.
Laurie cocked her head slightly as she came into the bedroom, but she said nothing. I went through the whole routine again, and I must say with even more flair than the first time.
Laurie ate the strawberries and drank the champagne, a bit matter-of-factly, I thought, but with obvious contentment and enjoyment. She was clearly relishing this "seduction scene" I was lavishly unfolding.
We finished our third glass, and as I helped her down, she started to giggle a little. I pushed up her nightshirt and looked down at her solid white panties. They had just a hint of dainty lace along the leg bands. How this sight really turned me on! With both hands I started massaging her legs higher and higher. Then cradling her in my arms, I inclined my head toward her ear and whispered, "Have you changed your mind?"
Laurie turned her head toward me, wiggled her nose against mine, and then kissed me. Then with just a hint of a smile, she looked up and said, "No."
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