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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather


- 3 -

KAYLA'S THERAPY

By 9:00 the next morning, I was a nervous wreck.  I didn't know what 
time I should show up at Kayla's house, or if I should even go at
all.  What would I do if Jake answered the door?  Or worse, what if
Mrs. Lehigh was there, but Jake wasn't?  What would I say then?  Can
Kayla come out to play?  I don't think so.  I thought about just
blowing it off, rounding up a bunch of guys for a game of baseball or
soccer, and considering her offer to be merely the fevered workings
of a kid sister's overactive imagination.
	
But, in the end, I let the little head do the thinking (it has ended
up being a major theme in my life, I suppose), and by 9:30 I was
standing outside her front door, looking around nervously to see if
anybody was around to see me.  I was sweating bullets, I was so
nervous.  But I was there, and I was not about to back out at that
point.  I rang the bell.	

Nothing happened.  Nobody came to the door, and there was no sound
that I could detect from inside the house.  I didn't know whether I
should be relieved or pissed off.  I rang the bell again, just to be
able to tell myself that I did my part, and if Kayla wasn't home, at
least I tried.
	
A window upstairs opened.  I looked up, and Kayla was at the window.  
I couldn't see her very well through the screen, so I backed up onto 
the sidewalk a little ways.  Just knowing she was there caused my 
stomach to flutter, and my dick to begin to harden.
	
"Sean!"  Kayla called out to me.  "Come around to the back door and 
come in, the door's unlocked.  I'm having a little trouble with
stairs, so I can't come down to let you in.  Come on upstairs into
my room, okay?"

"Okay, be right there," I said.

I ran around to the back door and went in.  The house was quiet.  I 
heard Kayla call to me down the stairs.  "I'm up here."

I went into the front hall and went up the stairs.  She was standing 
at the top of the stairs watching me, a nervous smile on her face.  
When I reached the top landing, she grabbed my hand and led me down
the hall and into her room, leaving the door open so we could hear if 
anyone came into the house.

Her room still had a lot of little-girl d cor in it, with a lot of 
stuffed animals on the bed, a few Barbie and Ken dolls on a bookcase 
against the wall, and pictures of horses and kittens on her walls.  
There was a poster of John Travolta from some movie on the wall above
her small nightstand.

She led me over to the foot of her bed.  Her hands felt as sweaty as 
mine, for some reason.  I looked her over.  She was barefoot, dressed 
in a scoop-necked t-shirt and an old pair of gym shorts, and her
right leg was bandaged above the knee with an elastic Ace bandage. 
She sat down on the edge of the bed.  I noticed that she already had
the liniment and towels on the bed.

"I think I'm ready for you," she said.  Her eyes got a little wider 
after she said that, as if she didn't really mean it to come out.

"Okay," I replied nervously.  "Scoot back on the bed and let's get
started."

She lay back with her head on her pillow, and moved over toward the 
middle of the bed to give me some room.  I glanced over at her as I 
folded the towels and washcloths, and noticed that her nipples were 
prominent on her small chest, and she was breathing fast.  Her face
was slightly flushed, and she clutched her hands below her chin
while she watched me.

"Do you want me to take off the bandage now?" I asked her.

She looked at me wide-eyed, and nodded her head.  She bent her leg
for me, and I reached over to unwind the bandage from her thigh.

Oh my God, I thought to myself.  Her skin felt even smoother and
softer than I recalled from yesterday.  Almost immediately my
erection began to arise.  As I unwrapped the bandage, I couldn't
help but notice that her gym shorts were very loose.  I could see
the bottom of the cheek of her ass, and unless she was wearing a
pair of thong panties (unlikely for a 13-year-old), she didn't seem
to be wearing any underwear at all.

I threw the bandage onto the floor and grabbed the liniment.  I
poured a small amount into the palm of my hand, and rubbed my hands
together.  I started as I did the day before, rubbing the liniment
into her thigh from the knee upwards.  Again I was afraid I might be
receiving the wrong signals from this young girl, so, like the
previous time, I stopped at mid-thigh, rubbed down to the inside and
the outside of her leg, and pressed back to her knee.  I did this
five or six times without venturing close to her shorts, hoping for
some encouragement from her.

As I massaged, I looked at her face.  Unlike yesterday, she was
looking down, watching me tend to her leg.  Her eyes were very 
bright, and she was softly biting her lower lip.  She looked up into
my eyes, and my doubts were banished.  She almost imperceptibly
nodded, and then she smiled and put her head back against her pillow.
On my next pass up her thigh, I allowed my hands to nearly wrap
around her leg.  Near the seam of her shorts, I let up on the
pressure, and gave in to the temptation of caressing her skin on her
leg, letting my fingertips play on the outside of her leg as the
palm of my other hand slowly, lovingly enjoyed the smooth, supple
feel of her inner thigh, all the way down again to her knee.  Her
leg was small enough that as I caressed her this way, my fingers
were able to play along the back of her thigh at the same time.

As my hand moved down her leg, I could feel that she was slightly
trembling in anticipation.  Her chest was rising and falling with
her fast breathing, and there was a fine sheen of perspiration on
her upper lip and her forehead.  I straightened out her leg, and she
immediately moved it away from her other leg.  I massaged her thigh
once more, this time moving my hands under the leg of her shorts. 
The fingertips of my right hand could feel moisture at the juncture,
while my left hand moved underneath her shorts to caress the lower
cheek of her tiny butt.  I could feel the heat she was generating
from her center, through my fingertips, into my brain, and directly
to my cock.  My fingers grazed down to the inside of her leg, then
out from her shorts again, and down.  As I did this, she moaned
softly and spread her legs further apart.  I couldn't take my eyes
off the prize lying just beneath the material of her gym shorts as I
ran my hand once more up her leg, softly this time, feeling the
smoothness of the inside of her thigh.  As I reached the juncture
once again, I moved under the leg of her shorts and encountered her
pussy for the first time.  She bent her legs and spread them apart,
then lifted up her hips to meet my fingers.  By now the entire area
around her pussy was soaked, including her shorts.  The odor
emanating from her was intoxicating, and I found myself moving up
closer to her to get more.  My fingertips found her moist little
pussy and began exploring.  As I moved up her slit, her pussy lips
parted and delivered their moisture to my fingers.  They delved into
the chasm of her center, reveling in the heat and the oily wetness. 
I could almost sense the taste of her through my fingertips.  As I
brushed across her tiny clit, she jerked and moaned once more. 
Peripherally I could see that she was clutching her hands on her
boobs, squeezing them.  I could feel that she had a very sparse
amount of hair, and I pushed my fingers through until the little
blonde hairs were tickling my hand as I cupped her mound.  I then
began the slow journey back down, into her slit again, to roll her
clit between my index finger and my middle finger, causing her hips
to rotate as if she was trying to capture my hand within her cunt. 
Her breath caught, and she gave over to the sensations washing over
her.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Sean, that's it, don't stop," she moaned.

I manipulated the tiny nub, standing upright like a soldier
surrounded by a flood, then delved down to her tiny opening.  I
dipped a fingertip into her hole, then dragged it back up to play
with her clit again.  Two times, then three, my fingers made the
journey from nub to opening, each time dipping further into her
before returning to her pleasure point.  On the fourth time, I
slipped my middle finger all the way into her.  My knuckles were
resting against her as I rotated my finger within her.  She was
incredibly wet and hot, and as I twisted my finger, her hips bumped
up and down, trying desperately to pull even more of my hand within
her.  I pulled slowly out, and then plunged back in again.  She
gasped, her eyes flew open, and she began to emit a soft keening
sound.  As I pulled my finger out of her and ran my fingertips
through her gash back to her clit, she grasped my hand and held it
tight against her nub, rubbing it up and down.  Her back arched, and
she began huffing and puffing, and her fingernails dug into my wrist
as she experienced her first real orgasm.

She let go of my wrist as she came down from cumming.  She turned
onto her side, facing me, and raised her legs up into a fetal
position.  She smiled and held her arms out to me.  I lay down next
to her and put my arms around her.  She hugged me fiercely.

"Thank you, Sean.  That was so wonderful.  Mmmmmmm..." she murmured.

I lifted up her chin and bent down to kiss her.  Her lips were 
amazingly soft and pliant as we kissed, then abruptly turned hungry.  
Instinctively, she parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue between 
them and gently touched the tip of her tongue with mine.

That was all it took to stoke the fire within her.  Her mouth opened 
wider, and she stuck her tongue all the way into my mouth in a fierce 
hunger I had not expected.  Our tongues were wrestling each other,
and she hung on tight to my sides as she rolled me over on top of
her.  I was afraid I was crushing her.  We were laying together like a
noontime shadow, my legs directly on top of hers, stomach to
stomach, her small breasts crushed against my chest.  I felt her
reach down and clutch at my ass, pulling my pelvis harder into hers,
my cock a log running up her tummy.  She spread her legs, and I
slipped down between them.  Now I could feel her heat directly on my
rigid cock, and the combination of the pre-cum from my tip and the
flood from her pussy had soaked through my shorts as well as hers. 
As soon as she felt me pressing against her slit, she started
rolling her hips, increasing and decreasing the pressure against her
whole pussy.

Without breaking the kiss, I moved my hand from her shoulder, down
her back, and across her waist onto her stomach.  Her stomach muscles 
started quivering and jumping, almost as if I was tickling her.  I 
moved my hand up under her shirt onto her ribcage.  She squealed into 
my mouth, then grabbed my hand and moved it onto her unfettered
breast.

My entire hand covered her small boob, the nipple trying to poke 
through my palm.  I had never felt anything so sensuous, so soft, so 
pliant and alive.  I knew at that moment that I was hooked forever
on the sensation of enjoying a supple, willing female.

Without relinquishing my hold on her breast, I worked her t-shirt up 
with my arm and wrist.  I was able to work it up over my hand, and up 
around her armpit and neck.  I broke our kiss, and started in on her 
neck and throat, working my way down.  I rolled a little to the side
so I could reach her other breast, then dipped my head down and
licked the underside of her left tit.  She arched her back, trying
to press her breast into my mouth.  I licked her turgid nipple, all
the while marveling at the feel and taste of her skin on my tongue. 
She moaned again, and began running her leg up mine while her hands
found their way underneath my shirt, one shifting up and down my
back and the other on my chest.

I sat up and tore my shirt off, then helped her to sit up while I 
removed her shirt.  I gazed in wonder at her, looking for the first 
time on a live, nearly naked girl.  The vision was stupendous.  She 
lay back against her pillow, watching me, arms at her sides.  I knew 
she was a little embarrassed, and she probably instinctively wanted
to try to cover up, but she didn't.  She was flushed and breathing 
heavily, but she looked a lot calmer than I certainly felt.

"God, you are so beautiful," I said to her.  She blushed, and then
smiled.

"No, I'm not," she said.  "Look at me, I'm skinny and my boobs are
too small."

"No, no, you're wrong," I assured her.  "You are the most gorgeous 
creature I have ever seen.  And your boobs are perfect, the best I've 
ever seen."

"Oh, is that right, Mr. Smarty?  And just how many have you seen?"

"Well," I said sheepishly, "these are the first I've actually seen 
live, but they're better than any pictures I've ever seen, too. 
Better than I imagined them."

She reached up to me then and said softly, "Show me how much you like 
them, Sean.  I love it when you touch me."

She held me by the back of my neck and guided my lips to her breast 
once again.  I lay down next to her, and pressed my hand against one 
small breast while I licked and sucked on the other.  After a few 
minutes, I ran my tongue across her nipple, down the mound of her
small breast, through the valley between her boobs, then up to the
other nipple, which was standing at attention and awaiting my
ministrations.

I licked around the tip, and then sucked the nipple through my lips
and into my mouth.  I tried to get as much of her breast as I could
into my mouth.  I could feel her erect nipple on the back of my
tongue as I sucked and licked.  I could hear Kayla moaning softly as
she pressed the back of my head against her with one of her hands.

While I was engaged in the oral manipulation of her boobs, I allowed 
my hand to brush lightly down her ribcage and her stomach, to the 
elastic waistband of her shorts.  I ran my hand under the waistband, 
then around across her hips to her ass, cupping her tight cheek.  I 
brought my hand back up to her waist, and pushed her shorts off her 
hip, then slid my hand around her tummy to the other side, and pushed 
her shorts off that hip.  She raised her ass up off the bed, and 
reached down to help me lower them down her legs, and then she kicked 
them off onto the floor.  My fingertips gave her inner thighs
butterfly kisses as I dragged them up her legs, causing them to
spread apart as I approached her pussy once more.  I cupped her
mound with my hand, then took my middle finger and pressed it
between her pussy lips, enjoying once again the heated flood of her
juices as my fingers became coated.

Just as I dragged across her virginal opening, I felt her reach down 
to my shorts, clutching at the hardness there.  She rubbed her small 
hand up and down my rigid cock, causing me to moan in unison with her.
She tried to manipulate the button and zipper, but was struggling 
until I took my hand off her mound and helped her to open my shorts.  
Together we pushed off my shorts and underwear (if only I had been 
thinking ahead like she had done, I thought to myself), and she 
timidly, yet eagerly touched the bare skin of my erect penis.  She 
grabbed it and pumped her hand, causing my hips to rock
involuntarily, and then allowed her fingers to do a little
exploring.  She found the tip, and smeared the pre-cum that was
oozing out across the head.  She grazed her fingertips along the
length, down to my balls.  She lightly brushed her fingernails down
along my sac, almost back to my asshole. 

I very nearly lost it right then, but managed to hold on, vowing to 
myself to take my revenge on her most sensitive spots.  As she
lightly caressed my balls, I attacked her breast with renewed vigor,
eliciting more moans of delight from her.  I started plunging first
one finger, then two, into her pussy, while occasionally dragging
them out of her hole and up to the top of her slit to her engorged
clit.  I massaged her nipple in time to the ministrations against
her clit, causing her to writhe and buck in pre-orgasmic arousal. 
She grabbed hold of the nearest firm object to help to ground
herself in some sort of reality as the waves of sexual pleasure
coursed through her.  Unfortunately - or fortunately, if one must be
honest - that object happened to be my cock, larger and harder than
it had ever been in my life.  She squeezed me as she approached her
climax, which made the blood pulse and my cock jump in her hand in
time to my rapid heartbeat.  Finally, as I plunged my fingers back
into her heedlessly, she shrieked, her hips bucked up hard against
my hand, and she squeezed and pumped with her hand.

The sensations screaming in my brain were almost too much to accept.  
I was in danger of blacking out as my own hips pumped, creating even 
more friction on her hand as it surrounded my rampant cock.  I
grunted even as she shrieked, and I climaxed.  And climaxed.  And
climaxed some more.

The cum pumped out of my cock, burst after burst, all over my chest
and stomach.  The first couple of spurts were so strong they
projected semen onto her chin, her chest and boobs, and dribbled down 
onto her rumpled, sweaty sheets.

We both collapsed onto the bed, side by side, exhausted from our
exertions.  My arm was around her shoulder,and she turned and laid
her head on my chest as we both waited for our breathing to
regulate.  Her fingers doodled in the mess on my stomach, rubbing
the semen into my skin as if it were lotion.  I raised my hand,
still moist with her secretions, to my mouth and licked her juices
off my finger.  The taste was nothing like I had ever experienced
before, and I wanted more.  I scooped up some of the dripping white
goo from her chin and from her breast, then pressed my fingers to
her mouth.  She closed her eyes and licked my fingers clean, then
sucked each one gently.  When she did this, I felt my spent prick
twitch slightly.

Very quietly, I heard her say, "I've never done anything like this
before."

"I know," I said, "Neither have I."

"Can we do it again sometime, Sean?"  I heard a touch of worry in her 
voice, as if I would jump up and start blabbing to the whole school 
about how easy she was, or something.  I kissed the top of her head 
and hugged her to me, delighting in the feel of a completely naked 
female body so close to mine, languid in the sensation of skin on
skin.

"Don't you worry, Kayla.  You're my first, best girl, and we'll keep 
it a secret, okay?"

I felt her smile against my chest, and she wrapped her arm around me
and squeezed, mashing her delightful breasts against me.  As I lay 
there, wondering at the odd turn that brought me to her bed, I might 
have felt the saline warmth of her tears against my skin.



(Continued in Chapter 4)

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