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Subject: {ASSM} Playing the Game 007/? (mf rom) by Rev. Cotton Mather
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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather



- 7 -

UNTIED SHOES


When I got home, I took a shower and grabbed something to eat.  I had 
another game to work, so I headed over to the soccer fields.  I was 
working for another referee as a line judge for a girl's under-16 
game.  Working as a line judge was easy, plus, since I was only 
working half the field, I could talk a little with some of the kids on 
the teams while they were on the sidelines.  Since both teams, the 
Sting Rays and the Kickin' Chicks, were from our school, it was a 
friendly game, with the girls on both sides just as ready to joke with 
their opponents as try to steal the ball from them.  Molly O'Toole was 
a midfielder on the Sting Rays team, and I saw Josh and his mom 
sitting in the bleachers watching the game.

After the game, Josh came up to me and said, "Sean, a bunch of us are 
going to the Dairy Queen.  Want to come along and hang out?"

"Sure," I said.  "Who all is going?"

"Oh, me and Shayna and Molly and Tessa and Jen and Sam and Toby and 
maybe some others.  The girls want to shower and clean up from the 
game, so they are going to meet us there in about an hour."

"Sounds good.  Maybe I'll swing over to Jake's house to see if he 
wants to come, too," I said.

"Okay, great.  I'll see you there, then," he said as he ran to catch 
up to his mom and his sister.

Shayna Gallagher was Josh's girlfriend, a rough-and-tumble girl who 
played soccer with abandon, heedless of injury.  She had only been 
playing for about a year, but she had already earned a bit of a 
reputation as a player to be careful around.  She will knock you down 
and run right over you without a glance.  On the other hand, she will 
take a knockdown from an opponent without a second thought, 
considering it all a part of the game.  Most other girls around our 
age tended to take rough treatment on the soccer field almost 
personally, instead of adopting Shayna's cavalier attitude.  She had 
bright red hair that she kept cut pretty short, and was attractive in 
a tomboyish kind of way.

Tessa Navarrone was Molly's best friend, and was her physical opposite.
Molly, like her older sister Heather, was a real Irish beauty, with 
long, curly red-gold hair.  I've heard people call her hair color 
strawberry blonde, and I guess that's an accurate description.  She 
was on the junior varsity cheerleading squad last year, and was 
looking forward to joining her sister on the varsity squad this year.  
She was tall and slender, and looked really good in her letter 
sweaters and pleated skirts.  Tessa, on the other hand, was short and 
dark, and looked slightly overweight (a mistake her opponents on the 
playing field often made, to their dismay), with coarse black hair.  
She was a bulldog on the soccer field, though, playing at the keeper 
position.  She had two special attributes as a goalkeeper: she could 
punt the ball into the opponent's half of the field, and she was 
steadfast in her defense of a breakaway or a penalty kick.  She 
tallied more shutouts than anyone else I had ever heard about around 
our area, and she would often use her loud voice to move her defensive 
teammates around, or to rally her team to greater efforts.

Jen Davies and her boyfriend Sam Loggins were both a year younger than 
the rest of us.  Jen played forward for the Kickin' Chicks, and was 
their leading scorer.  She was tall and gangly, excruciatingly thin, 
and could pump her long legs fast enough to leave everyone around her 
in her dust.  Her ball handling skills, I thought, were only average, 
but her speed made her a formidable player.  She and Sam had been 
going together just since the spring, but all summer long you never 
saw one without the other being nearby.  Sam was also very tall, well 
over 6 feet, and as a freshman was considered to be the future star of 
our high school basketball team.

Toby Mueller was the runt of the group, a practical joker and 
energizer bunny.  I always told him he was a perfect Ritalin kid, and 
he never disagreed.  I thought he was so manic so people wouldn't care 
so much how small he was, and it mostly worked.  He was smaller than 
Jaimie's sister Tara, even though he was 15 like most of the rest of 
us.  He even had to show his school ID when he went to a PG-13 movie.  
And, in a bit of a perverse twist, I knew he really had a serious 
thing about Jen.  Just the thought of 6-foot Jen walking around with 
tiny Toby was enough to make me bust a gut, but I kept his secret to 
myself, and didn't laugh even when he told me about his feelings for 
her.

I hopped on my bike and raced over to Jake's house.  He was home, in 
the basement playing a game on his Playstation.

"Come on," I urged.  "No time to waste.  Let's go, now!"

I grabbed the controller out of his hand and threw it down, and 
practically pushed him up the stairs and out his back door.

"Grab your bike and follow me," I yelled as I took off across the 
field behind his house.

"Sean!  Wait up!"  I could hear him struggling to catch up to me as I 
dropped my bike at the edge of the woods.

"Come on," I yelled.  "You're going to owe me big time for this!"

He finally rode up, out of breath, and I headed into the woods with 
Jake at my heels.  I turned and put my finger to my lips, silently 
indicating to him to be quiet, as we approached the ladder on the tree 
behind the O'Toole house.  We climbed up to our perches, and I pointed 
toward the bathroom window.

We didn't have to wait long.  After a few minutes, a lovely and 
completely naked Molly stepped from the shower and into our view in 
the mirror.  Her breasts were high and tight on her chest as she 
raised her arms to wrap a towel around her wet hair.  We could just 
see a shadow of her reddish blonde pubic hair as she moved across our 
field of vision.  We watched her take another towel off a shelf and 
wrap it around her, and she opened the door and stepped out of the 
bathroom.

Since the curtains to her room were still closed, Jake and I scrambled 
down and out of the woods to our bikes.

"Did you see that!" Jake exclaimed.  "Un-fucking-believable!  How did 
you know she would be there?"

I told him about the soccer game, and Josh's invitation, as we climbed 
back on our bikes and started back across the field.

"All right, I'm there!  Let me just let my mom know where we're going, 
and I'll be right back out," he said as he dropped his bike and headed 
into his house.

We rode together over to the Dairy Queen.  Toby, Sam, Jen and Josh 
were already there, sitting around two picnic tables set up behind the 
building.  Jen and Sam were holding cones and sitting together, and 
Toby and Josh were holding the other table for the group.  Jake, Josh 
and I went in and ordered, and by the time we got back out, the rest 
of the group had arrived.  Jake looked at Molly and immediately turned 
red and looked away.  In my mind's eye I could see her, as she was 
just a few minutes ago, damp and fresh as she stepped from her shower, 
and knew that Jake was thinking the same thing.  Luckily, Molly and 
Tessa  ran into the store, along with Toby and Shayna and Josh, to 
place their orders without noticing Jake's discomfort, and by the time 
they came out with their ice cream we were all back to our usual rowdy 
selves again.

Sam, Jen, Josh, Shayna, and Toby were sitting at one table, and the 
rest of us were draped around the other one as we indulged in the 
delights that only can be had on a late summer day in the sunshine.  
Molly and I were on one side of the table, and Tessa and Jake were 
across from us.

"Hey, Sean," said Tessa, "I hear you're giving soccer lessons."

"Yeah," I said, "where did you hear that?"

"I heard it," said Molly.  "I baby-sit for Mrs. Wilkinson sometimes, 
and she asked me if I knew you."

"Wow," interrupted Toby as he hopped up onto our tabletop from his 
seat.  He squatted down so that he was nearly eye level with us.  "And 
she hired you anyway?"

We all laughed, and Tessa pushed him off our table.  "Back where you 
belong, Monkey Boy," she said.

"Where I belong," he said from the ground, looking up at Tessa and 
batting his eyes, "is in your lap, sampling your considerable charms."

"Here, sample this," she shot back at him, flipping him the finger.

"See?" he said, turning to his companions at the other table. 
"Completely and utterly charming."  He shrugged and sat back down.  
Everybody at both tables threw wadded up napkins at him.

"What do you know about the Wilkinsons?" I turned to Molly.

"Well, you know Davey and Kip, right?"  I nodded.  "They're good 
boys," she continued, "but boy are they ever active.  I think Mrs. 
Wilkinson just has me come over so she can relax by herself for awhile 
and not worry about her kids."

"She told me she was a single mom.  What happened to Mr. Wilkinson?" 
I asked.

"I don't know for sure," she said.  "All I know is that he died, but I 
don't know what happened.  She really misses him, though.  Sometimes 
while I'm giving the boys a bath I can hear her crying in her bedroom. 
It's really sad."

"Boy, I didn't know any of that.  I'll have to watch my mouth," I said.

"How often are you going over there?" asked Tessa.

"She wants me to come every day I can until school starts," I said. 
"So, unless it rains or something, I'll be there just about every 
afternoon for an hour or so."

"That's really great," Molly said.  I felt her slide a little closer, 
until our legs were just barely touching.  "Creating future soccer 
stars, I present to you, Sean Porter, Instructor of the Year!"  She 
patted me on the back.  Everybody applauded, with Toby and Jake adding 
whistles and cheers, while I bowed in mock humility as I sat there.

The sun was starting to go down, and it was cooling off.  We all split 
up, and Jake and I rode back to his house.  As we rolled up to his 
driveway, Jaimie and Kayla came out of Jaimie's house.  They stopped 
when they saw us, and put their heads together for a moment before 
coming down to us.

"Hey, Jake, you want to come over and watch TV?" asked Jaimie.

Jake looked over at me inquisitively.  I gave him a small, quick nod.

"Sure," he said.  He put his bike away and walked with Jaimie to her 
house.

"Do you want to come in for awhile and hang out?" asked Kayla, a small 
nervous smile on her face.

"Okay," I said.  I propped my bike up against their garage, and Kayla 
and I went into her house through the back door, and down the stairs 
into the basement.  Kayla deliberately left the lights off while she 
turned on the television.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked.

"Sure, anything is fine," I said.

She ran back upstairs, and was on her way back down in a few minutes 
with a tray with cold sodas and glasses of ice.

We sat together on the floor, leaning against the couch, and watched 
television for a few minutes while we drank our sodas.  I was so 
nervous I had no idea what we were watching, and I think Kayla must 
have felt the same.  I could hear her breathing heavily next to me.  
Almost by tacit agreement, we both put down our empty glasses at the 
same time and turned to look at each other.  I stared into her deep 
eyes for a few moments, and then put my arm around her shoulder and 
pulled her to me.

We moved in slow motion as we leaned toward each other, our faces 
getting closer and closer, until I tilted my head and our lips touched 
softly.  We pressed together harder as we kissed, until we could no 
longer hold the chaste kiss we began with.  Our lips opened against 
each other, and our tongues met in the middle.  She won the first 
battle, and her tongue invaded my mouth, tasting and exploring along 
my cheeks, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and back toward my throat.  
She then sucked in, drawing my tongue into her mouth, and acquiesced 
as I explored her mouth, from lips to throat and cheek to gums.

She moaned softly, and I think I did, too.  I know that, without 
warning, my clothes felt tight and confining.  Kayla must have felt 
the same, because she was reaching for the hem of my t-shirt and 
pulling it up so she could run her hands on the bare skin of my chest 
and back.  It seemed like a good idea, so I stopped kissing her long 
enough to grab the hem of her t-shirt and lift it off her, as well.  
We both threw the shirts back behind us and fell back into each 
other's arms, resuming our heated kisses.  As I reached around her and 
brought my hand up to her small breast, I kissed and licked my way 
from her lips to her ear, then down her neck.  I could detect her fast 
pulse as I nuzzled the hollow of her soft throat.  My fingers reveled 
in the pliant softness of her breast, and I hefted her mound in the 
palm of my hand before moving up to feel her rising nipple.  I enjoyed 
the feeling of her nipple filling and rising in my palm before playing 
my fingertips across to her other breast and hefting it the same way.  
As I palmed her other nipple, once again feeling it expand as I held 
it, she pressed her chest into me, throwing her head back in pleasure. 
I dropped my lips to her breast, taking the nipple between my teeth 
before sucking on her tip, all the while playing with the other small 
boob.  She was starting to gasp for air as the surge of pleasure moved 
through her nerve endings into her brain, and I could feel her legs 
start to squeeze together involuntarily as the sensations made their 
connection from her breasts to her pussy.

It was enough of an invitation for me.  I was young, horny, and 
inexperienced, and was anxious to get to "the main event", so to 
speak, rather than, as I have since learned, to enjoy the journey.  I 
reached for the snap of her denim shorts and pulled down the zipper 
before reaching down and cupping her mound over her soaked cotton 
panties.  She groaned as I touched her, and she reached down and 
palmed my rigid cock through my shorts, rubbing her hand up and down 
my length.  I worked my fingers under the elastic of her panties and 
down through her sparse hair and directly into her slit, searching for 
her hole.  When I parted her pussy lips, I released a flood of her 
moisture, coating my fingers and soaking into her panties.  Her legs 
jerked open, and her hips bumped up as I found her vagina and twisted 
a finger into her.  The constriction of her shorts, combined with her 
natural tightness, prevented me from working more than half my finger 
into her, so I pulled it out.  She groaned in disappointment, until 
she felt me tickle her as I slid up to diddle her clit.  Her hips 
started gyrating and her stomach muscles twitched in sympathy, her 
breath was hitching in and out, and a fine sheen of sweat had broken 
out on her body.  She clutched at my cock as she climbed toward her 
first release, and wheezed and arched as she came.

She collapsed back against the couch, and then slid down until she was 
lying on the floor.  I sat up and knelt down next to her and tugged at 
her shorts.  She lifted up her butt so I could slide them down, and 
her underwear came off with them.  I unsnapped my own shorts and 
pulled them off, so we could both be naked next to each other.  I lay 
down next to her and snaked my arm behind her neck.  She rolled over 
and put her head on my chest.  I bent down and kissed the top of her 
head while she stared, fascinated, at my still painfully erect cock.  
She touched the moisture leaking out of the tip with her fingers, and 
spread it around the head of my cock, causing it to twitch in 
anticipation.  She caressed up and down its length, feeling how the 
soft skin contrasted with the hardness of the musculature beneath, 
and delved down to explore my balls.  My aching cock pulsed with the 
beating of my heart, and her explorations were heating me up.  I ran 
my hand from her shoulder down her back and onto her small ass, amazed 
at the smooth skin I felt there.  I reached further down, running my 
fingers through her crack, until I brushed across her tiny asshole and 
down into her slit from behind.  She separated her legs again for me, 
as she spread more of my pre-cum around with her fingers on my cock.  
She grabbed me and squeezed as I fingered her pussy, and I gently 
pushed her over onto her back and rolled on top of her.  She spread 
her legs apart, and I slid down between them, the tip of my cock 
resting against her clit.  I bumped my hips at her, connecting with 
her clit, and she pressed up toward me, trying to increase the contact.

My cock slipped down her flooding cunt to the virginal opening of her 
vagina.  I felt an increase of heat and pressure as the sensitive head 
of my missile was encased by the opening petals of her folds and the 
silky walls of her tunnel.  Suddenly she pushed up at my hips with her 
hands, and said softly, "No, Sean, we can't.  I don't want to get 
pregnant."

I kissed her soft lips as I lifted my hips off her and whispered, 
"Okay, Kayla, I'm stopping.  I won't go inside you, I promise.  Don't 
worry, I won't do anything you don't want to do.  All you have to do 
is say 'Stop' and I'll stop.  Trust me, Kay, I don't want to do 
anything that might hurt you."

She looked at me for a moment, worry in her eyes, then nodded slowly 
and said, "Okay, Sean, I trust you."

I slid down so my cock was removed from her open cunt, and took her 
left breast into my mouth.  My hand, at the same time, moved down her 
body until I found her clit.  My fingertips played with it, creating 
another wave of pleasure that coursed through her.  I licked and bit 
first one turgid nipple, then the other, before licking my way down 
her tummy.  I kept on sliding down until I was resting between her 
outstretched legs.  My chin was on the floor as I stuck out my tongue 
and ran my tip down her slit, from top to bottom, tasting her for the 
first time.  I tried to pay attention to the body language she was 
using, repeating things that seemed to make her jump or moan, and 
allowing her hands to guide my mouth to her pleasure points.  While I 
was lapping up her moisture and licking around her inflamed clit, 
first one and then two fingers were plumbing her depths.  She took me 
easily, her oily wetness easing the passage of my fingers into her.  
Each time I stroked into her with my two fingers, she lifted her hips 
up and churned them from side to side.  Her movements made my tongue 
and lips rub back and forth across her sensitive tissues, which in 
turn created more movement in her hips.  Suddenly she screeched, and 
her whole body tensed as her orgasm washed over her unexpectedly.  She 
grabbed my head and pulled my mouth hard onto her as she came, then 
collapsed back, still holding the back of my head.  I gave her a few 
more licks, marveling in the taste difference as she came, and felt 
her twitch each time, until finally she pulled me up to her and hugged 
me to her breast as the waves of pleasure within her subsided.

I rolled off her, leaving a slimy trail of my own pre-cum across her 
thigh as I lay down beside her, holding her close to me.

She sighed and opened her eyes, looking up at me with a small smile.

"That was unbelievable," she said softly.  "How did you know what to 
do?"

"You were guiding me," I said.  "You showed me exactly what you liked, 
so that's what I kept on doing."

"Well, it worked," she said.  "I never thought that anyone would want 
to put their mouth there, but now I understand."

With that, she bent down and touched my steely cock once again, nearly 
sending me over the edge.  She softly rubbed the head with her 
fingertips, and looked up at me.

"Do you want me to try it?" she asked.

I groaned just thinking about it.  "You might kill me if you don't," I 
said. 

She smiled and looked back at what her fingers were doing.  She 
started to stroke me up and down, her fingers damp from my exudations. 
My hips contributed to the movement as the excruciating pleasure 
flowed within me.  I watched as she stuck her tongue out to taste me.  
When the tip of her tongue touched me, I jerked, causing the head of 
my aching cock to press against her tongue and lip.  She naturally 
opened, allowing the head to slide between her lips, as her tongue 
continued to pass around the shaft, just below the ridge.  I could 
feel her teeth lightly grazing along my sensitive skin as she took 
more of my rigid pole into her mouth.  She worked her tongue and mouth 
up and down, sucking and licking, as her hand stroked me from my balls 
to her lips.  I knew I would not last long as I felt the contractions 
start deep in my groin.

"Kayla," I squeaked with a panicky voice, "I'm going to…ahhhh…"

I never got to finish the sentence, as my orgasm hit me.  I bucked 
just as she was lifting off my cock, and the head slipped back into 
her mouth as I creamed.  Her eyes opened wide in shock when the first 
wave landed in her mouth, and she jerked away from me as I contracted, 
pulsed, contracted again, and spewed several streams of cum straight 
up in the air.  The second spurt hit her in the face before she could 
move out of the way, causing her to squeak in surprise.  She kept on 
pumping me with her tiny fist as I came, unconsciously milking me for 
all I had.  She watched, amazed, as the spurts grew steadily smaller, 
until I finally collapsed back, breathless and sated.  She licked her 
lips, cleaning off the cum from her face with her fingers and licking 
them clean, as she stroked me.  I finally had to grasp her hand and 
stop her from manipulating me as my cock began to shrink back.

"Wow, that was pretty spectacular," she said in wonder.  "Does that 
much always come out?"

"No, not always," I panted.  "I guess you made me pretty horny today, 
Kay."

She looked pleased with herself, but then she frowned and glanced down.

"Sean," she said haltingly, "I'm sorry I didn't let you…you know…"

"Hey," I said, lifting up her chin and wiping stray drops of my semen 
off her face, "we never have to do anything you don't want to do, you 
know that."

"I know, and I want to do it, but…I'm afraid of…you know…"

"Don't feel uncomfortable about it," I insisted.  "I'm speaking from 
intense personal experience here, Kay.  Sure, I really, really would 
like to do it with you some time, but I can wait.  Especially if 
you'll do what you did tonight," I said with a smile.

She giggled, and her small, delectable boobs quivered a little.  I 
felt my cock twitch back to life at the sight.  "You did seem to enjoy 
it a lot," she chuckled.

"I enjoyed it all a lot, and I think you did, too," I said as I hugged 
her tightly.

She nodded in agreement as she leaned against me, and then she knelt 
and began searching for her clothes.

"We'd better get dressed," she said as she turned away from me and 
reached for her shirt.  Her tight little ass was sticking up in the 
air as she knelt there, and I just couldn't resist.  I leaned over and 
gave her pussy one last, long, loving lick with my tongue, savoring 
her taste again.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "you really are bad for me…"

She leaned back onto me a little, enjoying the contact for just a 
moment more before standing and moving away from me.  She looked down 
at me and saw that my dick was standing up at attention again.

"Sean, you are not to be believed!" she said.  She knelt back down and 
held on to my hard cock as she gave it a tender kiss, and then stood 
again.  "That's all for now, you bad boy.  Get dressed before my 
parents get home, pleeeeze?"

"Oh, all right," I sighed dejectedly.  "You can't blame a poor boy for 
trying, can you?"

"No, I guess I can't.  If you'd like, though, you can come back 
tomorrow and try again," she added with a giggle.  Her words were a 
little muffled, since she was pulling on her t-shirt as she was
talking.

I got slowly up and found my clothes.  I got dressed without further 
interruptions, and we were headed up the stairs when we heard the back 
door slam.

"Hey, guys, where are you?" Jake called out.

"Right here," Kayla said as we came up the stairs.  "Where have you 
been?"

"Over at Jaimie's," he answered.  "What have you guys been doing?"

"Oh, just fooling around," Kayla said without thinking.  She turned 
red when she realized what she had said, but Jake had turned toward 
the refrigerator, looking for something to drink.

"That's great," he said absent-mindedly as he rummaged through the 
shelves of the fridge.  

I noticed that his shoes were untied, and his t-shirt was on inside 
out, but decided I would save that information for another time, when 
I might need the ammunition.  I chuckled to myself as I headed out the 
door, calling out good-byes to Kayla and Jake.



(Continued in Chapter 8)

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