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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather



- 23 -

BUSTED




The next day our teachers really made up for two lost days of school
by piling on the homework.  It was about 6:30, and I was upstairs in
my room trying to comprehend my algebra, without much success.  My
mom was in the kitchen getting dinner ready, when I heard her calling
up the stairs to me.

"Sean!"

I opened the door to my room and called out.

"Yeah?"

"Sean, I've got to run to the grocery store for a moment.  Your dad
should be home in just a few minutes, so we'll plan on eating around
7:00.  Okay?"

"Okay, Mom.  I'll just be up here studying until then."  I closed
the door and sat back down on the floor.  I was never going to
understand these formulas!

A few minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs, but didn't
think anything of it until the door to my room opened.  I was
surprised when I looked up to see Molly standing there.  She was
still wearing her sweats from cheerleading practice, her hair tied
back in a loose ponytail.

"Hey, Mol.  What are you doing here?"

She closed the door and sat down beside me.

"I just saw your mom leaving in the car.  Isn't anybody else home?" 
she asked.

"Nope, just me.  And now you."

"Good," she growled as she jumped up and wrestled me to the floor.

"What are you doing?" I asked, taken by surprise.  I was pretty much
caught.  She had my wrists trapped beside my head, and her weight was
pressed onto her hands as they held my arms down.  I probably could
have bucked her off, but I had the feeling that would have spoiled
the fun for her.

"Oh, I just thought I'd come over and jump on you this afternoon,"
she said.  "I missed you today.  I was thinking about you last night
and all day today in class, and I got all itchy and stuff, so I
decided to come over to see if you knew how to scratch my itch."

"Mol, it's really not a good time..."  She got a dangerous gleam in
her eye when I said that, so I decided not to continue with that
train of reasoning.

"I'm going to let go of your left arm," she said.  "Don't try
anything funny.  Just reach into my jacket pocket and get your
present out."

"A present?  What for?"  Uh-oh, did I miss a special day or
something?  Now I was worried.

"For just because.  Go ahead, Sean."  She let go of my left arm.  I
slowly reached up and wiggled my hand into the pocket of her jacket. 
There was a paper bag with something in it in there.  I pulled it out.

"Here," she said, reaching for the bag.  "I'll hold the sack, you
reach in and get your present."

I reached in and pulled out a familiar box.

"Condoms!" I exclaimed.  "Molly, you are full of surprises
sometimes.  Where did you get these?"

She let go of me altogether and grabbed the box.

"I stopped at the drug store on my way here.  I knew you had to be
just about out of them, and I need to replace the ones I stole from
Josh.  So I bought them.  No big deal.  Besides, I want you to always
have one with you.  We can't afford to be caught without one when we
might need one, like last night, you know?"  She ripped open the box
and pulled out a handful of packets and stuffed them into the paper
bag.  She wadded up the top of the bag and shoved it into her jacket
pocket.  "You take the rest of these and keep them safe."

She stood up to let me get up and stash my supply.  When she saw
where I was keeping them, she laughed.

"Your sock drawer?  You, too?  Not very original, Porter."

"Hey, when I see a good idea, I'm not afraid to rip it off," I
retorted.

"Hmmmm....speaking of ripping it off," she said quietly as she moved
up behind me and put her arms around my waist.  She hooked her thumbs
in my belt and drummed her fingers lightly, setting up a sudden
throbbing in my head.

My mom's voice came floating up the stairs.  I didn't even hear her
come home, I was so distracted.

"Sean!  Dinnertime!"

"Sean!  Dinnertime!" Molly echoed softly in my ear, her fingers
keeping up their insistent drumming.

"Okay, Mom, be right down!" I shouted out.  I turned around, still
encased in her arms.  "I've got to get downstairs, Molly.  What are
you going to do?"

"Oh," she said nonchalantly, "they don't know I'm here, so I guess
I'll just stay up here in your room until you're done eating."

"Okay," I said, a little flustered.  "I'll try to hurry."

"You do that, Sean Porter," she said.  She grabbed my hand and
guided it up under her sweatshirt to her bare breast.  "You hurry
back," she said.

Now I was a complete wreck.  I stumbled to the door, dimly aware
that I was walking a little funny due to the sudden pressure of my
inflating member in my tight jeans.  What the hell was going on here?

Molly sat on the edge of my bed.  "Go on, dinner's waiting," she
said with a smile.  She made a little shooing motion with one hand.

I went out into the hall and closed the door.  I was tempted to turn
back and make sure she was really there, and not just a product of my
fevered imagination, but I didn't.  Willing my half-hard cock to
deflate, I started down the stairs to the kitchen.

Everyone was just sitting down at the table when I walked in.  Mom
had all the food out, Dad was just reaching for the platter of
vegetables, my brother Michael and my younger brother Stephen were
already digging in.  I sat down in a kind of a daze.  

"Hiya, Sean.  Studying hard?"  Stephen said innocently.  I looked
over at him, but he already had his head back down, shoveling in food
as fast as he could.  He was 12 years old, and just starting to
really grow fast.

I grabbed a piece of fried chicken and started eating it distractedly.

"Uh...will you excuse me for just a moment?"  I didn't wait for an
answer, but instead got up from the table and ran upstairs to my room
and opened the door.

No Molly.  Maybe I did imagine it.

Just as I was turning to go back downstairs, I heard a slight noise
from my closet.  I walked over and peered in.  Molly was there.  She
had taken off her sweatshirt and taken one of my dress shirts off a
hanger and put it on.  She had the tails tied around her bare waist,
and the shirt was unbuttoned, showing a healthy gap of bare skin from
her throat almost to her belly button.  She just looked at me
quizzically, one eyebrow raised, not saying a word.

I just shook my head, turned around, and went back downstairs.  I
wasn't imagining it.

"Is everything all right, Sean?"  My mother sounded concerned.

"Everything's fine," I said.  "I...I just wanted to make sure I
turned off my tape player."

I made it through dinner in nearly record time, and excused myself
from the table.

"The teachers really loaded it on me today, I'm afraid.  I'll be up
doing homework the rest of the night," I told my dad.

I walked upstairs and knocked softly on my door before opening it. 
Molly was back in the closet, and peeked out when she heard the door
close.  She still had on my shirt, but had taken off her shoes and
socks and her sweat pants, leaving only her panties on.  When she saw
I was alone, she jumped up into my arms.  I automatically caught her
when she jumped, and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me as
I held her.  I backed up until my knees hit the bed, and I sat down,
with Molly still in my lap.  She reached down and undid the knot
holding the  shirt together, and the two halves parted, revealing her
body in its glory to me.

Again she took one of my hands and placed it on her breast, pressing
it there before dropping her hands down to my lap to work at my belt.
I felt her nipple expand as I held her boob, and almost without
volition I squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh.

In the meantime, she put both her hands to work on undoing my jeans,
and managed to loosen the belt and unsnap them before standing up,
breaking our kiss, and pushing me onto my back.  I reluctantly let go
of her soft tit as I lay back, lifting my ass up off the bed so she
could pull my jeans and underwear down and off.

She bent over me to examine what she had unwrapped, and it occurred
to me that she really hadn't ever seen a naked boy in the light
before, as far as I knew.  She held my swollen cock in her small
hand, pulling it toward her and looking it over.  She squeezed it,
eliciting a moan from me, and brushed the fingertips of her other
hand across the sensitive skin of my balls.  I jerked involuntarily
under her ministrations, closing my eyes and surrendering myself to
the pleasures she was imparting.

I felt a warm wetness against the underside of my throbbing cock,
and opened my eyes to see my Molly savoring the taste she had
transferred to her tongue from my skin.  She looked up at me, eyes
smiling, and licked me again, never breaking eye contact.  My cock
jumped at the contact, and she looked down at what she was doing,
still holding my stalk in her hand.  She ran her tongue around the
tip, licking up some of the leaking pre-cum that was drooling out,
and a strand stretched itself from the tip to her tongue as she
backed away.

She bent back to her task, this time taking the tip of my painfully
hard cock between her lips.  Her hand dropped from the base of my
cock onto my balls, which she held and played with gently while she
was using her mouth on me.  She sucked hard on the helmet, rubbing
her tongue around the ridge, and then dropped, ever so slowly, until
her mouth was full of me, and I could feel the back of her tongue on
the tip of my cock.  She exhaled through her nose, and the movement
of the air tickled my pubic hair.  She backed off my cock slowly,
keeping the suction as much as she could, until just the tip was
still encased between her lips.  She opened her mouth to take a deep
breath, resting her teeth on me, and then sucked back down on me
hard.  She started working her head up and down on me, alternately
sucking and loosening, running her tongue around and then up and
down, adding saliva to help to lubricate, creating friction with her
lips and tongue.  She was relentless in her attack, and I could only
collapse back, eyes closed, and suffer the consequences.

The consequences were not long in coming.  I could feel the start of
the sequence deep in my loins.  My hips were rising as she was
dropping onto me, unconsciously trying to bury more of me into her
mouth as I prepared to distribute my seed.

"Uh...uh...M...M...Molly..." I tried to warn her of the impending
explosion, but she was still caught by surprise when I bumped up,
pushing my cock a little further into her mouth than she was
expecting, and shot off my first salvo.

She choked and coughed, eyes watering, then managed to cover me with
her mouth once more to catch the last spurts of my jetting spunk,
swallowing it down as it squirted into her mouth.

At last, the well was dry.  My dick began to slowly lose its
rigidity, even as she tried drawing one last spurt out of me.  But
there was nothing left to give her, despite her efforts.  She scooted
up to lie by me, tucking herself in next to me.  The shirt she was
wearing fluttered open as she lay down, teasing me with a momentary
vision of her small, perfectly formed breasts and lightly freckled
chest.  I couldn't resist the temptation, and reached around and
slipped my hand beneath the shirt to hold her soft boob.  She, in
turn, kept her hand down in my crotch, alternately cradling my balls
and fingering my shrunken cock.

We lay like that for several minutes, not talking, until the
recuperative powers of youth and the persuasive powers of a luscious
young girl combined to send a rush of blood back down into my dick. 
She held me gently in her hand, feeling me expand and fill her palm. 
I squeezed and played with her breasts, alternating from one to the
other, as my internal temperature climbed once again.

"That's really amazing, how it does that," she whispered to me,
marveling at how quickly my cock went from shriveled to stiff.  "I
love holding it when it does that."

"We need to get off the bed so it doesn't make noise," I suggested. 
She didn't want to let go of me, so I slid down and off the edge, all
the while staying on my back so that she could keep her hand on my
cock.  I slipped down to the floor, and Molly knelt next to me,
holding her prize.  I ran my hand down her side to the elastic of her
panties, gripping the waistband in an effort to get them off her. 
She reluctantly let go of me long enough to shimmy out of them and
reach under the bed for one of the foil packets she had hidden there
earlier, anticipating this very moment.  My fingers found her
drooling pussy while she was reaching under the bed, and she knelt
back up and spread her knees out for me as she tore open the packet. 
I parted her folds and released a flood of her moisture, coating my
fingers and spreading down the inside of her thighs.  She got
suddenly anxious to complete her task, and her fingers shook a little
as she positioned the rolled-up condom over my steely dick.  She
rolled the latex down smoothly, and then leaned on her arms, allowing
me to continue with my manipulations in her center.  I had two
fingers plunging into her, and my thumb was rubbing across her
engorged clit, and her hips and thighs started quivering to the
rhythm I was playing on her.

Finally, she lifted her leg, my fingers still buried in her, and
straddled me.  I slowly removed the two fingers that were deep in her
twat, reached down for my cock, and positioned it against her.  She
dropped down onto me, and in one smooth, slow motion sank me
completely into her.  She collapsed down on me for a moment, savoring
the  feeling of fullness and completeness, and then sat up and went
to work.

I reached up with both hands and held my palms flat against her
upthrust boobs, letting the movement of her body rub her swollen
nipples against my hands.  She pressed her body closer, increasing
the contact against her breasts, threw back her head, and lost
herself in the pursuit of her pleasures.

Since I had already come once, I was able to hold off the crisis
until Molly was ready.  It didn't take her long.  She tensed, ground
herself against me, and stepped onto the road to completion.  She
bounced on me, and the tip of my covered cock hit her cervix.  She
leaned forward and scraped her swollen clit against me, and that took
her over the cliff.  She shivered, the spasms travelling from her
thighs up through her torso and back down to her middle, and gave
herself up to her orgasm.  She collapsed down on me, seemingly unable
to catch her breath, as I pumped up at her and experienced the
triggering of my own spasms, mindlessly sending my hot seed deep into
her womb, only to be captured by the encasing latex.

We were both completely spent.  We were sweating and breathing hard
as she rolled exhaustedly off me.  Our bodies separated, hot liquids
that had been there for our joining spread and cooled, and we relaxed
against each other in post-coital languor.

My brain, disconnected from rational thought long ago, tried to get
back on track.

"How did you manage to get here?" I asked.  There was a vague
thought that she had accomplished some sort of deviltry to show up at
my house tonight.

"I told my mom I would be studying and eating dinner at Tessa's
tonight.  Tessa said she'd cover for me."

"Oh."  That was about the limit of information I was able to handle
for the moment.

Something else occurred to me.  "How are we going to get you out of
here?" I asked, more talking to myself than to Molly.

She sighed contentedly.  "I didn't think that far ahead.  It's so
comfortable here, maybe I'll just stay."  She snuggled closer to me.

I sat up, suddenly aware of where we were, and the precarious
position we were in.

"Get up, Mol.  We've got to get you out of here."

She gave me a sour look, but got up and stumbled to the closet to
gather up her clothes.  I threw my shirt and jeans on and slowly
cracked open the door to see what was going on in the world.  I could
hear the television on downstairs in the family room, my mother and
father laughing at some antic being pulled on a comedy they were
watching.  There was no sign of either of my brothers.

"Come on," I whispered, motioning to her to follow me.

We snuck down the stairs and into the kitchen without being seen.  I
opened the back door and let her out, thinking that we had escaped. 
As I was closing the door, though, I heard the front doorbell ring. 
I walked to the sink and got a glass of water, wondering how I was
ever going to get my homework done, when I heard some familiar voices
from the living room.  I headed toward the front of the house.

Mr. and Mrs. Lehigh were there, talking to my parents.  Standing
between them was Jake, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but
there.  I had a sinking feeling in my stomach when I saw them.  Jake
looked up and saw me, and turned away sheepishly.  A bad sign, I said
to myself.  A very bad sign.

"Sean?"  My dad called over to me.  "Perhaps you should come over
here and hear what Jake's parents have to say, son."

Well, the short form was that Jake and Jaimie got caught with their
pants down, literally speaking.  In a panic, Jake blurted out to his
parents that he had gotten condoms from me, which triggered a memory
in Mr. Lehigh's brain, namely seeing me and Josh in his store,
picking out rubbers with his help.

"Is this true, Sean?" my mother asked.

"Well...um...yeah, I guess it is," I admitted.  "I did go there with
Josh, but I was just trying to provide a little moral support for
him.  It's not like I'm needing them for myself," I bluffed.

"Is that so?" asked my dad.  "Maybe we should be calling the
O'Tooles and asking them, too."   I had a bad feeling that my bluff
was about to be called.  "I assume you still have that box somewhere
in your room, Sean.  Bring it down and let's see it."

I was about to protest, about to pull out all the stops about trust,
and constitutional rights, and why do you think I'm lying to you? 
But I saw by the look on his face that I wasn't going to win any of
those arguments.  Muttering under my breath a blue streak along the
lines of what I was going to do to Jake once we both got out of our
respective jails, I trudged upstairs to try to salvage the situation.

Just as I opened my door, I remembered.  Molly!  She had left me
with nearly a full box of condoms, just that evening.  I yanked open
my socks drawer and pulled apart my special pair of soccer socks.  A
dozen foil packets spilled to the floor.  I was saved!

I scooped them up and ran downstairs.  I held out my cupped hands in
triumph, showing the dozen condoms to the Lehighs and my parents. 
Accuse me, will you? I thought to myself.

Mr. Lehigh bent down to look at what I held out.  "Interesting.  But
these are two different types," he said, picking out two similar but
definitely different condoms and holding them up for everyone to see.

I looked at Jake.  We're both busted, he seemed to say to me. 
Unfortunately, I could only silently agree with him.

A half an hour later, the Lehighs were finally walking down the
sidewalk to their car, and I was facing the music in front of my
parents.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Sean," said my mother.  "I thought we
had raised you better than this."

I kept my mouth shut, hoping that my silence would be taken as
contrition.

"You've given us no choice, son," said my dad.  "I think you've set
a new record in this household tonight.  None of your brothers has
ever gotten anywhere near being grounded for life before.  But you've
managed it.  From now on, until further notice, you are to come
straight home from soccer practice.  You will not leave the house
except in the company of one of us, and you will not have any friends
over without getting our permission first.  And, especially, you will
not be here with any girls, including Molly O'Toole.  Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir."  I tried to sound as sincere as I could.  At that point
I fervently hoped Molly didn't try sneaking into our house again.

My precious stash of condoms was confiscated, and I was sent to my
room under threat of doom if I so much as sneezed wrong for the
forseeable future.  I was under house arrest, and I had no idea how
long my sentence was going to be.



(Continued in Chapter 24)

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