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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 of Pong.

"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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