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Subject: {ASSM} Hard Promise (2/13 plus P.S.) by Reverend Cotton Mather (mf, rom)
Date: Fri,  8 Jun 2001 21:10:03 -0400
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Welcome to the Church of The Right Reverend Cotton Mather. This story is
the sole property of the author, and may not be copied or downloaded for
the intent of profit. Permission is freely given for anyone to download 
or copy for their personal pleasure or use, as long as there is no 
intent to charge money or barter for the privilege of acquiring this 
material.

(copyright 2001, Rev. Cotton Mather)
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HARD PROMISE
by Reverend Cotton Mather

- 2 -



The night before our homecoming football game, the school sponsored a 
big bonfire out on the baseball field, and most of the kids from the 
high school were there.  The mood was effervescent, and my buddies 
and I contributed to the manic energy by throwing huge logs into the 
fire, laughing and showing off.  Later, off in one of the dimmer 
areas away from the giant fire, a bunch of seniors from the football 
team were passing around a lot of cheap wine in grape drink bottles, 
and most of the team was gathered around.  Since the quarterback, a 
senior, was hot and heavy with the head cheerleader, a lot of her 
friends were there also, including Melissa.  Mutual attraction exerted 
its gravitational pull on both of us, and pretty soon we were standing 
side by side, shivering and stamping our feet at the cold, taking sips 
and gulps from the bottles as they were passed around, joking and 
chatting with each other and with those around us.

By the time the wine had been by us four or five times, couples had 
started pairing off into more private conversations.  I had my arm 
around Melissa's shoulder, ostensibly to provide a little warmth, and
our conversation got quieter and softer and more exclusive with the 
mood around us.  We were still just talking about easy stuff, about 
teachers and coaches, dissing our friends, that kind of thing, but 
there was an undertone we were both aware of, even if we weren't 
actually acknowledging it.  By evening's end we were holding hands 
and laughing comfortably with each other like we had been doing this 
for months.  Later that night, back at Fabrice's after the bonfire, 
our two groups had merged, and we were all sitting at a bunch of 
tables moved together, still paired up and talking now as couples 
instead of groups separated by gender.  Brad, my best friend since 
6th grade, gave me a thumbs-up when no one else was looking.

The next day was Homecoming.  The cheerleaders were all marching 
together in the parade, and the football team pretty much stayed 
together and soaked up the cheers and good wishes from the town.  
It's a great feeling to know that you are a part of all that good 
karma, and my buddies and I really hammed it up.  At the game we 
all wanted to give back to the town and the school a team "thank-you" 
for their enthusiasm, so we really played tough, and everyone on the 
team concentrated on the game, so there wasn't the usual goofing 
off on the bench that day.  I did manage to glance over at the 
cheerleading squad when I was not involved on the field, and a 
couple of times I saw Missy watching me.  It kind of gave me the 
chills to think that she might like me as much as I liked her.  
But the important thing at the time was that we played well, and 
we won the game.

A week later a bunch of us met at the local movie theater and paired 
off again.  I don't for the life of me remember what the movie was 
because I was so nervous.  By the time the opening credits had 
finished, Missy and I were holding hands and paying more attention 
to each other's body language than to the movie playing on the 
screen.  By the end of the second reel, our knees were touching, 
and I had my arm draped around her shoulder.  She leaned in closer 
to me, and stayed that way until the end of the film.  We were still 
feeling a little tentative, however, which made us sit up a little 
straighter than we would have otherwise.  My arm started to tingle 
and fall asleep. but I was not going to remove it, no matter how 
uncomfortable I got.

At the end of the movie, just before the house lights came up, I 
painfully lifted my arm off her shoulder and started rubbing it, 
trying to get some feeling back into it.  Missy glanced at me out 
of the corner of her eye, and started giggling.  My first thought 
was What the heck is she laughing at?, but I couldn't hold that 
thought for more than a moment before I started chuckling, too.  
It was kind of funny, I thought, to think that through most of a 
two-hour movie I had no feeling at all in my arm, this arm that 
was closest to this girl I was beginning to really like a lot.

We walked out of the movie holding hands, bundled up against the 
cold, and joined our friends as we all piled into cars to go back 
to the pizza joint.  Missy and I jumped into my friend Brad's car 
with about 6 other kids, and she sat on my lap the whole way.  I 
was not comfortable at all, seeing as how I had about 110 pounds 
of cheerleader sitting almost directly on a part of me that was 
getting distressingly larger and stiffer by the second, but I 
wouldn't have traded the moment for anything.  Missy, meanwhile, 
kept on wriggling around, trying to make room for the other kids 
also wedged into the car, and incidentally increasing my 
discomfort.  She made no indication at all that she felt me rising 
beneath her, other than glancing over her shoulder at me 
occasionally and smiling, but she certainly had to have noticed it.

By the time we got to the pizza parlor, I was in no small amount of 
pain, and had difficulty straightening up once we got out of the car.
Fortunately, my coat was sufficiently long to hide my erection, 
which managed to spring up once Missy got off my lap.  Standing by 
the car, she asked if I was all right, all the time trying to hide 
a rather large grin behind her solicitude.  By the time I managed to 
stand up straight she was already tugging me into the restaurant, 
laughing and joking with everyone.

I imagine that nearly everybody remembers their first really good 
kiss.  My first really memorable kiss was with Missy later that 
night on the ride home.  Sure, I had been out with other girls 
before, and had played suckface and grab-ass with a couple of them, 
but even at the time I knew that they really didn't mean anything 
much to me.  But that night, back in Brad's car, it was just the 
our of us left.  Brad and his girlfriend Lindsey, me and Melissa.  
Brad and Lindsey had definite plans for later, I was sure, and 
they were gracious in agreeing to drop us off.  On the way to 
Missy's house, the radio was playing softly, and it was lightly 
snowing, making it seem like we were the only people left in the 
world.  Even with a center console on his car, Lindsey was leaning 
on Brad's shoulder as he drove, and Missy and I had our arms 
wrapped around each other in the back seat.  At least part of the 
reason we were so close was because of the cold, but we both knew, 
also, that this night held something special for us as a couple, 
that it kind of marked the beginning of our relationship.

As we turned down Missy's street she turned to me, and her eyes 
were soft and blue and wistful and irresistible.  I leaned over 
her, closed my eyes, and we softly kissed.  And held that kiss 
for what seemed like a year.  Her lips were moving slightly a
gainst mine, parted just a little, and her lipstick tasted of 
strawberries.  After we broke the kiss we gazed at each other, 
both slightly breathless, both with nothing and everything to 
say, all of it left unsaid.  We came together again for another 
kiss, but this one had the strength of a hunger behind it, and 
our embrace was tighter and more demanding.  She opened her mouth 
slightly and touched my lips with her tongue, causing my internal 
temperature to flare.  I reached out just a little with my 
tongue, touching tips with hers, and fireworks seemed to go off 
in my head.  As Brad pulled into her driveway we pulled reluctantly 
apart, breathing hard.  Missy's face was flushed, and she took a 
deep breath, and said, "Wow."

It's a moment that will live within me forever.
	

	

By the time I came out of my trance Brad was in front of my house 
and anxious for me to get the hell out of his way so he and 
Lindsey could head out to their favorite parking spot, so I said 
my good-byes and headed into the house and up to my room.  I was 
tempted to call Melissa right away to try to make the magic of 
the night last a little longer, but decided that I had better not 
call her house so late and incur the wrath of her parents.  After 
all, they were going to get to know me very well quite soon, I was 
sure, as Melissa and I became closer.

It was a very long time before I was able to go to sleep that night.


(Continued on Chapter 3)


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