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Subject: {ASSM} Playing the Game 010/? (mf rom) by Rev. Cotton Mather
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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
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(copyright 2001, Rev. Cotton Mather)
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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 10 -

THE BABYSITTER


So there I was, ringing the doorbell at the Wilkinson house at 7:30 
sharp.  I was freshly showered, and I had shaved off the peach fuzz 
from my chin, and thought I looked presentable enough in my Chicago 
Fire jersey.  When I rang the bell, I heard the pounding of small, 
active feet running inside, and the door flew open.  Davey and Kip 
flew out and tried to gang-tackle me on the front steps, and very 
nearly succeeded before Molly came out to rescue me.

"Davey!  Kip!  You're going to tear him in two!  If you will just let 
him go for a second, he'll come in and play," she said laughingly.

"Sean!  I didn't know you were coming over!"  "Sean!  We're making 
popcorn!  Come in, come in!"

I let them pull me into the house, and we stumbled into the family 
room.  They were getting ready to watch a movie called "The Bad News 
Bears", and I could smell popcorn popping in the microwave.  The boys 
jumped onto the couch, Molly went into the kitchen to get drinks for 
everybody and bowls for the popcorn while I slipped the tape into the 
VCR.  Kip and Davey were fighting for supremacy over one of the 
pillows on the couch, until I finally took it away from them both and 
plopped down on the floor with it.  Molly came in with a big bowl of 
steaming hot popcorn on a platter, and with four glasses of ice and 
four cans of soda.  The boys each settled into a corner of the couch, 
and Molly and I sat next to each other on the floor, leaning back 
against the sofa.  I pushed the button on the remote, and the movie 
started as we dug in and devoured the entire bowl of popcorn.

After about 45 minutes, I stopped the movie so the boys could get 
ready for bed.  We promised them that they could watch the rest of it 
with us, as long as they brushed their teeth and put on their pajamas.
They raced each other to see who could be the fastest, and Davey, 
being a year older, ran down the stairs first, reclaiming his corner 
of the couch.  Kip was right behind him, and when they both were 
settled, I started the movie back up.  While the boys were getting 
ready for bed, Molly and I cleaned up the spilled popcorn and carried 
the dirty dishes and glasses into the kitchen and rinsed everything 
off.  When the boys came back down, Molly and I sat back down on the 
floor, our knees and shoulders just touching.  By the time the movie 
ended, Molly had her head resting on my shoulder, my arm was draped 
around her, and the boys were fast asleep on the couch.  We shook them 
gently awake, and Molly and I each accompanied one boy up the stairs 
and into their bed, tucking them in and turning out the light.  We 
shut their doors and went back downstairs to the family room.

We found a dark, black and white movie from the thirties on a channel, 
and let that play as we sat back down on the floor.  I was suddenly 
very nervous again, unsure of what to do with my arms or hands.  Molly 
turned toward me, looking into my eyes, and I could see that she was 
just as nervous as I.  Oddly, this had a calming effect on me, and I 
put my arm around her shoulder.  She naturally, almost unconsciously, 
moved closer to me, her face tilted up to me.  I lowered my lips to 
touch hers lightly, softly.  Our first kiss was a tender, evanescent 
moment, experienced by both of us with our eyes wide open, watching 
each other.  Finding no resistance on either part, we kissed again, 
and I savored the fleshy, soft feel of her lips.  She reached around 
to my neck and held me, turning a little more into me, and I reached 
around her waist with my other hand and held her lightly, undemanding 
as we kissed, the ghostly images of the old movie on the television 
playing across our bodies.

We stayed like that for a long time, kissing and nibbling and tasting 
each other as we hugged, warming slowly and steadily, until we heard 
a car pull into the driveway.  Startled like two deer stranded on the 
side of a highway, we stared out the window, still clutched together, 
until the slamming of a car door shook us from our frozen state.  We 
scrambled up, both secretly grateful that we hadn't gotten too carried 
away in the moment, and moved to more chaste positions in the family 
room, ready for Lori to come in the house.

The back door opened, and Lori called out.

"Molly?  I'm home."

"Hi, Mrs. Wilkinson," Molly said as she got up and walked toward the 
kitchen.

Lori stepped into the doorway, and saw me just as I was getting up 
from a chair.  "Sean!  I didn't know you were here."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilkinson," said Molly.  "I should have told you, but 
I invited Sean over to watch TV with us.  I hope it's all right.  I 
know how much the boys like him, so I thought..."

"No, Molly, it's fine, I don't mind.  I just wasn't expecting to find 
him here, that's all.  Sean, of course you are welcome anytime," she 
said, looking at me.  "Did you have a good evening?"

"Yes, we did," I said.  "We watched 'The Bad News Bears' until Davey 
and Kip fell asleep.  They'll probably be dreaming of baseball and 
popcorn all night."

"Just as long as they stay dreaming all night," said Lori with a small 
smile.  "I hope they decide to sleep in tomorrow morning, so I can get 
some rest."  She looked around the room absent-mindedly.  "Grab your 
things, and I'll give you both a lift home."

"Oh, no, that's okay, Lori.  I've got my bike here, so I'll just ride 
home," I said.

"And I live on the way, so I'll just walk with Sean, if that's all 
right," Molly added.

"Are you sure?  I really don't mind driving you."

"No," we both echoed.  "We'll be just fine," I added as we headed for 
the door.  "Good night, Lori.  Hope you're able to sleep in tomorrow."

Molly and I stepped outside.  I picked up my bicycle, and we walked 
down the sidewalk, aware that Lori Wilkinson was watching us until we 
rounded a corner and moved out of her sight.

We walked slowly toward Molly's house, reluctant to part company.  We 
talked quietly about the upcoming school year, about soccer, about 
nothing.  When we stopped in her driveway, her house was dark.

"It doesn't look like anybody's home," I said.

"I guess not.  Heather had a date, and Mom and Dad were going out with 
some friends, but I thought Josh would be home."

"Maybe he's over at Shayna's," I said.

"Maybe," she said.  She looked over at me.  "Do you have to go home 
right away?  Or can you come in for a little while?"

"No, I can stay for a little," I said, and I set my bike down on the 
ground.  Molly held my hand as we walked around to the back door and 
went in to her house.  Her palms were sweaty, and I could feel just 
the faintest tremor in her hand.

"We can go upstairs and listen to some music," she said quietly as she 
led me through the darkened house.  We walked down the hall to her 
room.  She opened the door, but didn't turn on the light.  Instead, 
she turned on the light in the closet and closed the door until just a 
sliver of light came through, keeping the room dim.  She walked back 
to me, and unhesitatingly stepped close to me.  She was only a couple 
of inches shorter than me, so she didn't have to raise herself up very 
far to put her arms around my neck and press herself close to me.  I 
could feel the soft bulges of her breasts, and the sharp tips of her 
engorged nipples, against my chest.  As I put my arms around her waist 
and pulled her close, I felt my cock rise and press against her 
between her legs.  She felt it too, and pressed herself harder to me, 
opening her legs slightly and trapping me so that the pressure of my 
erection rubbed against her cunt as it rose and throbbed.

Our lips came together, but this was no chaste kiss.  Our mouths were 
open, and our tongues snaked out to meet in a wet, sucking, high-
pressure contact.  I heard a moan, but I couldn't tell if it came from 
me or from Molly, nor did it really matter.  We were both too wrapped 
up in our sudden incendiary feelings to care much beyond the immediate.

Her hips started moving of their own volition, side to side, creating 
exquisite contact at our most sensitive places.  I was clutching her 
to me so hard her breasts were squashed against me, but that slight 
pain only increased the release of heat and moisture in her center.  I 
could feel her soft hair brushing against my arms and hands as her 
head moved during our kisses.  The combination of sensory signals 
racing through me created a nearly unbearable pressure in my chest and 
solar plexus, and animated itself in the throbbing of my painfully 
hard cock, still trapped between her legs.

Nearly simultaneously, she grabbed at the hem of my jersey while I 
found the buttons on the back of her halter-top.  She pulled my jersey 
up and off as I raised my arms, and then she reached behind her and 
practically ripped her own top off, bra and all.  Even in the dim 
light, just before she clutched me to her again, I could see a light 
pattern of freckles across her chest and down onto her lovely breasts.
She pushed me back, forcing me to step backwards until I felt the edge 
of her bed against my knees.  I sat down when she pushed, and she kept 
on coming, forcing me onto my back with her on top of me, her lips 
once more searching for mine.  I held on to her with one arm around 
her, and my other hand moved to grasp her boob and pinch her turgid 
nipple.  That time I knew that it was Molly who moaned, for her 
reaction was to reach down and roughly clutch at my straining cock, 
grabbing it through my shorts and pumping her hand up and down.

She was an animal, out of control, and was not to be denied in her 
quest toward satisfaction.  I didn't know if it was because she liked 
me, or if it was just a case of being in the right place at the right 
time, but the moment she grabbed my aching cock, my mind quit 
functioning rationally, so the momentary pondering of such a question 
was no longer possible.  I surrendered to the sensations we were both 
experiencing, cause and effect.  If I pinched this swollen nipple, 
like this, the reaction was an increase in pressure of her hand on my 
cock.  Or, if I ran my hand down her back and under her shorts to feel 
the globes of her ass, the reaction might be demonstrated by a more 
insistent presence of her tongue into my willing mouth.  Cause and 
effect, action and reaction.

At one point, she finally lifted her face from mine, sat up, and 
grabbed my shorts and pulled them from my body.  Only after I was 
naked did she stand up and yank her own shorts down and off, pulling 
down with them her soaked panties.  She picked up her shorts, reached 
into a pocket, and withdrew a small, familiar looking packet, and tore 
it open.

"I stole this from Josh this afternoon," she said seriously.  "I 
wanted to see how it worked.  Now's a good time to find out."

With that, she took out the condom, placed it on the leaking end of my 
cock, and rolled it down.  I involuntarily spread my legs a little as 
she was fitting me, and she bent over me, examining me as she put the 
condom on my cock.  She caressed my balls, sending thrills of pleasure 
rocketing up my nerves and into my brain.

With virtually no preliminaries, she straddled me, grabbed my cock, 
and rubbed it back and forth across her flowered pussy lips.  When the 
tip brushed up against and across her extended clit, she paused, 
throwing her head back in sensual pleasure.  I grabbed her by her 
waist and ran both hands up her body to her tight breasts.  The 
combined assault on her nipples and her clit was enough to send her 
over the edge.  She whined, her breathy exhalation climbing the 
register until it disappeared, and I felt a rush of moisture on my 
crotch and balls as she came.

She wanted more, however.  Once her first orgasm passed, while she 
was still clutching my throbbing cock, she rubbed herself again, back 
and forth, clit to vagina, spreading moisture across the sensitive tip 
of my cock.  Finally, she settled onto me, allowing the head to nest 
at the entrance to her virginal opening.  She paused with just the tip 
within her, getting used to the feeling, and placed her hands on my 
ribcage for balance.  My hands slipped down to her waist to rest on 
the flare of her hips.  I could feel the intense heat coming from 
within her, centered on the tip of my dick.  Fortunately, the condom 
had desensitized me, or I probably would have gone off by now.  I was 
watching her face, and I could see she was biting her lower lip, her 
eyes glazed, as she concentrated on her mission.  She sat up slightly, 
and flexed her legs.  Her torso dropped, and she impaled herself upon 
me.

I had felt the unique pressures of a mouth around my cock before, and 
had marveled at the experience, but nothing could have prepared me for 
the first time I was nestled inside a girl's vagina.  I knew, in that 
final second when Molly's body was sliding smoothly over my 
instrument, that I had found my own personal source of true happiness.
All I had to do was figure out how to do this over and over.

For her part, Molly looked like she had found her own source of 
pleasure, also.  Her eyes opened wide, unseeing, as she slid down upon 
me that first time, and she broke out in a huge grin when she felt her 
cunt being filled with my warm presence.  Her eyes focused, and she 
looked at me, still grinning, as I bottomed out in her.  She paused 
and sat up, her tight ass resting on my thighs and her hands on my 
waist as she balanced on my pole.  We both looked down to where we 
were connected.  Her gash was exposed and drooling, her clitoris was 
poking out, and our sparse pubic hair, mine dark and hers reddish, 
were intertwined.  I could not see my cock, but I surely knew where it 
was from the feel.  She was impressively tight, and the environment I 
could feel through the latex was boiling hot and wet.

"No cherry," she whispered.  "Gymnastics and cheerleading must have 
broken it."

"Umph," was all I could manage to say.  All other thoughts, all 
existence outside of pure sensation centered on where we were 
attached, was not possible.

She moved.  Slowly, excruciatingly, she lifted up, up, until just the 
helmet of my cock was buried in her.  Then down, slowly, she allowed 
herself to return.  Each time she lifted up, each time she buried me 
again, created a friction I did not think was possible.  Faster she 
moved, sometimes just a little, sometimes all the way.  The oils from 
her cunt kept lubricating us, allowing her to improvise her movements 
in such a constricting atmosphere.  A couple of times she rose up so 
fast, I popped out of her, my rigid dick flopping down on my belly and 
bouncing back up.  She would grab hold of it with her fist, position 
it back at her opening, and pound back down upon me until our pelvic 
bones met.

And then, suddenly, it was time.  "M...M...Molly" I stammered.  Without 
volition I shoved my hips up as she was descending, until was buried 
in her at my deepest.  She collapsed down on me, blindly reaching with 
her mouth to find mine, then grinding her lips against mine just as 
she was grinding her clit against my crotch.  She screamed into my 
mouth as she came, and my balls pumped and flexed, pumped and flexed 
until the condom was filled practically to overflowing, each jerk of 
mine matched by a flexion of her hips against me to drive me as deeply 
into her as possible in an attempt to prolong the sensations of our 
orgasms.

I hugged her to me as tightly as I could, and we broke our kiss so we 
could breathe again.  Her whole body collapsed like a rag doll, and 
she rested her head against me.  Her back was sweaty with her 
exertions, as was her forehead, and her strawberry blonde hair was 
sticking to her.  All in all, I had never seen her more beautiful.

She lifted up her hips, and my deflating cock slipped from her.  She 
lay back on her side next to me, her arm around my chest, as she came 
down from her orgasms.

"Mmmmm..." she hummed, "if I had known this is what it all was about, 
I'd have found you a lot sooner."

I kissed her forehead.  "It was pretty spectacular, wasn't it?  I 
really didn't know what to expect, either."

She looked at me, a little startled.  "You've never done this before, 
either?" she asked.

"No, not this," I admitted.  She nestled back down against my side, 
purring in her contentment.

"I'm glad it was with you," she said quietly.  "And I'm glad your 
first was with me.  It makes things even better."

My eyelids were getting very heavy.  Just as I slipped off to sleep, I 
briefly wondered if Jake was up in the tree outside, watching.

It seemed like just moments later when I was awakened by a sudden 
noise.  I looked up, momentarily confused about where I was, until I 
felt Molly's naked body next to mine.

"Oh, shit," I mumbled, looking desperately for a clock.  It was after 
midnight.  I could hear mumbled voices downstairs.  I shook Molly, 
waking her, and motioned for her to be quiet.  Her eyes were big and 
round, and she looked scared, as she realized where we were.  Her 
bedspread was rumpled, and there was a huge wet spot on it.  The room 
reeked of sex, her scent and mine commingled.  She slipped out of bed 
and locked her door, then came back over to lie next to me.

"Stay quiet," she whispered in my ear.  "When they've gone to bed, 
I'll help you sneak out of the house."

We huddled together for what seemed like hours, knowing we were going 
to be caught.  Somehow, we weren't.  We heard footsteps tromping up 
the stairs and down the hall, and then the house was quiet.  We waited 
another thirty minutes before getting dressed, sneaking out her room, 
down the stairs, and out the back door.  As I stepped outside into the 
cool night air, Molly grabbed my arm and pulled me back.  She gave me 
a hard kiss, and whispered into my ear, "I love you, Sean."  She 
whirled and closed the door before I could react.

I walked my bike through her neighbor's back yards before venturing 
out onto the street.  I hoped I could sneak into my own house as 
easily as I snuck out of Molly's.  Meanwhile, my mind whirled with 
distractions, images of a blonde 13-year-old intertwining with images 
of Molly, sweat-slicked at my side, in post-coital languor.



(Continued in Chapter 11)

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