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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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