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Subject: {ASSM} RP Playing the Game Chap. 12/30 (mf rom)
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 14:10:03 -0400
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In advance of the release of chapters of the continuation of the story, 
entitled "Playing the Game II: Playing to Win", I am reposting all chapters 
of Book I.  Slowly.  Soooo.....slowly.....

Enjoy.





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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 12 -

INTO THE WOODS


By the time I got over to Tessa's house, it was close to 6:00.  Molly
and Tessa were sitting on the front step with Kristina Mendoza, a
slender Hispanic girl who was fairly new to the neighborhood.  She
lived just down the street from Tessa, and she and Tessa had become
friends right away.  Kristina played soccer for the Sting Rays, and
brought a considerable skill to the team.  Her family had moved here
from Texas, where she had played soccer year-round practically since
she could walk.  I didn't really know her very well, but Tessa and
Molly both liked her, and the three of them had hung out quite a bit
of the summer together.

"Hi, ladies," I said as I walked up the sidewalk.

"Hi, Sean," they echoed in answer.  Was it my imagination, or were
Tessa and Kristina looking at me funny?  I couldn't really tell.
Molly stood up and came over to me.  She grabbed my arm and pulled me
over to sit by her on the bottom step.

"Have you eaten dinner yet, Sean?" asked Tessa.  "My dad's going to
barbeque some burgers and hot dogs for us pretty soon."

"Hey, that's great," I said.  "You're sure it's okay with your
parents if I stay for dinner?"

"Sure,", she said.  "Kristina and Molly were already staying, so one
more won't matter."

"Even if it's a boy with an appetite?" I asked.  "Between my brothers
and me, we eat everything we find in the house.  My mom is always
complaining about how often she has to go food shopping for us."

"I don't think even you could out-eat my dad," said Tessa.  "He eats
more than anyone I've ever seen or heard of."

"It's true," confirmed Molly.  "I've never seen anybody eat like Mr.
Navarrone.  My brother Josh eats a lot, but nothing like your dad,
Tessa."

"That's right," added Kristina.  "When we first moved here, Tessa's
parents invited my family over for a cookout, and Mr. Navarrone
cooked a whole huge turkey on the grill.  Do you know that there was
no turkey left by the end of the meal?  And then, after dinner, your
mom brings out all these pies and cookies and stuff, and we
practically finished them off, too!"  She started laughing at the
memory of that meal.

"So," I said, "I don't have to be polite and not eat very much, then,
is that what you're telling me?  Yum, I can't wait!"  I rubbed my
growling stomach in anticipation.

In a little while, Tessa's parents called us into the back yard for
dinner.  It was quite a party, with the four of us, plus Tessa's
parents, her two sisters and two brothers, plus various of their
friends, totaling 20 people.  We were spread out throughout the back
yard, finding space on the deck, or at one of several tables, or on a
retaining wall across the back of their yard.  There was plenty of
food, lots of sodas and iced tea, and Mr. Navarrone ruled it all from
in front of his gas grille, cooking up a storm of hamburgers, hot
dogs, bratwursts, and barbequed chicken.  There was also corn on the
cob, baked beans, salads, Jello, cold pasta salad, and chips,
followed by homemade cookies and a chocolate cake with ice cream for
dessert.  By the end, I had downed two hamburgers, a bratwurst, and
a huge mound of beans and pasta salad, and still managed to squeeze
down a piece of cake and a couple of cookies.  Molly, sticking by me
throughout the meal, kept up a running commentary for her friends on
my progress through my meal, until both Tessa and Kristina finally
begged her to stop.

"Enough!" cried Kristina.  "I'm going to be sick just hearing what
he's eating, Molly!"

"Between you and my dad, Sean, you could clean out this house of
food," complained Tessa good-naturedly.

"Someone is challenging me to an eating contest?" rumbled a gravelly
voice from the other side of the yard.  "Who's eating so much over
there?" said Mr. Navarrone.

"It's Sean," cried Lisbeth, Tessa's youngest sister.

"What?  That skinny little kid?" said Mr. Navarrone.  "Where are you
putting all that chow, Sean?  In a hollow leg?"

"I'm a growing kid, Mr. Navarrone," I called out.    "Besides, I'm
just trying to be a good guest by cleaning my plate.  It's not really
my fault."

"A good guest?  Hah!  How about a bottomless pit?" said Molly
with a laugh.  "Aren't you afraid of getting too fat?"

"Nah," I said.  "Not with all these beautiful women around here to
chase.  I'll work it off somehow."

Everyone laughed at that, and Molly slugged me in the arm in mock
anger.

"If you're planning on chasing all these beautiful women," said Mr.
Navarrone, "then you probably need one more cookie for sustenance.
Some of them can run pretty fast, after all.  Tessa, come get the
plate of cookies for Sean, would you please?"

The last laugh was on me, after all, when Tessa loaded up a plate
with cookies and pieces of cake and brought it over to me, handing
it over with a flourish.

By the time we were done eating, it was dusk.  The streetlights were
buzzing and flickering to life, and porch lights throughout the
neighborhood were switching on.  Lightning bugs were making an
appearance, and we all chased them around, catching them and putting
them in our hair and on our clothes.  As the darkness closed in,
Kristina, Molly and I said our goodbyes to everybody.  We thanked
Tessa's parents for dinner, and then the three of us wandered down
the street toward Kristina's house.

"Do you guys want to come in for a little while?  Maybe there's a
good movie on or something," said Kristina as we got to her house.

Molly and I looked at each other and nearly simultaneously said, "No,
thanks, I've got to be getting home."  We waved and continued walking
toward Molly's house.  Nervously we reached for each other's hand, as
if we were near strangers on a clandestine mission.

When we got to her house, she led the way down her driveway, and into
the garage.  "I've got some blankets stashed in here," she
whispered.  She went in through a side door and came back out again
carrying some folded blankets in her arms.

"Let's go back here," she whispered.  "I'm not sure who's home, so we
need to keep quiet until we get to the clearing."

She led the way to the back of the yard, and into the trees.  About
20 yards in, there was a small clearing, with a picnic table, an old
fire ring, and a couple of bent and broken lawn chairs.  It was
obviously a long-time neighborhood hangout, but I hadn't realized it
was there.

Molly knelt down and spread out the blankets on the ground, and sat
down facing me.  Silently she patted the ground next to her,
beckoning me.  She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that buttoned down
the front, and a pair of tight shorts.  She reached up and took her
reddish blonde hair out of the ponytail, letting it fall down her
cheeks and spread across her shoulders.  I moved over to sit beside
her, reaching around to put my arm around her shoulder, and felt the
weight of her hair against my arm as she moved into my embrace.  We
kissed, fumbling to find each other's lips in the dark.  As we
connected, we lowered each other down onto the blanket until we were
lying facing each other, lips locked together and arms entwined.  I
felt her hand running up and down my back, and I did the same, my
fingertips sensing the soft cotton of her shirt, and the bumps and
ridges of her spine, and the extra thickness of her bra beneath her
shirt.

Her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth, searching and tasting as
our mouths opened wider against each other.  The pressure of her
hands turned more insistent on my back as we kissed, shifting our
heads this way and that to try to get an even better contact.  Her
tongue played along my teeth like they were piano keys, one side and
then the other, before fleeing back into its own cavern, chased by
my tongue.

I dragged my hand down onto her beautiful, tight ass, blindly
searching for the hem of her shirt.  The pressure of my hand on the
small of her back and on her butt caused her to move her hips closer
to me, until her crotch was rubbing against my rigid dick.  I slipped
my hand under her shirttail and brushed along the soft skin of her
back, feeling the muscles underneath the skin flexing and relaxing
with the unconscious movement of her hips against me.  As I moved up
her back, my arm pushed her shirt up until it started to bunch up
under her arm.  It must have irritated her a little, because she let
go of me and started to unbutton it.  I tried to help, but it's
easier working buttons when they're on you, so I ended up fumbling
around until she finished the job.  She shrugged out of her shirt and
settled back against me, reaching once more for another wet, open-
mouthed kiss.  I put my arms back around her and enjoyed feeling her
back tense and relax as I tickled up and down along her spine.
Molly, in the meantime, found the hem of my shirt and started
rucking it up my body, duplicating my movements.

I didn't have a lot of experience with the hooks and eyes of bra
straps, but I managed to unhook Molly's with one hand after wrestling
with it for a few moments.  As soon as it was loose, I ran my hand
around her, to her left tit, and pushed her back just a little so I
could play with it better.  I pressed her whole breast with the palm
of my hand, feeling her nipple expand against it.  I was gently
squeezing and releasing it, still amazed at the sensation of this
soft, sensuous place on a girl's body that differed so much from mine.
The contrast of her hard ribcage, topped by her amazingly tender
breast, tipped by this flexible and sensitive nipple, was a constant
source of joy and discovery for me.

I wanted so much to give her an inkling of the pleasure she was
imparting, so I left her lips and tongue and trailed soft kisses and
licks down her throat, under her ear (boy, did THAT cause a
reaction!), and down her body to her boob.

She arched up, trying to move her breast and nipple into my mouth as
I got closer, but I sensed that the buildup would lead to a more
interesting conclusion, so I took the longer, winding path to her
treasures.  Molly was moaning in frustration, rolling around on the
blanket in an attempt to increase the contact, until she finally
grabbed me by the neck and forcibly pushed my face onto her.  She
sighed in contentment and arousal as she felt my lips enclose her
swollen nipple.  I sucked on her, drumming my tongue across the
swollen nub, and brought my hand over to squeeze and play with her
right breast as I was feasting.

Unwilling to show any favoritism, I transferred the attentions of my
mouth to her right breast, sucking hard on her.  Each time I rubbed
her nipple with my tongue, her breathing got rougher and deeper, and
she hugged me tighter to her, so I figured I was doing it all right.
So I continued, taking my cue from her.  Small reaction, try
something else.  Big reaction, do that some more.  That plan worked
out even as I was sucking on her right breast and reaching down her
body toward her legs.  As I rubbed up her thigh and between her
legs, she moaned even harder, her hips started wriggling more, and
she started reaching for my crotch.  I took this to be a good sign.

Her shorts had an elastic waistband, so it was a simple matter for me
to reach in and slip my hand down between her shorts and her panties
to caress her.  Her panties were silky to the touch, and were soaked
through, which created a greater sense of urgency within me.  My cock
got instantly harder, something I didn't think was possible.  Molly,
meanwhile, was pulling at the snap of my cutoffs, yanking on my
shorts until they unsnapped and unzipped in one quick motion.  She
snaked her fingers through the gap in my shorts and grabbed me.  She
held my twitching cock tightly, and began to pump her hand up and
down on me, a purely unconscious reaction on her part to the
sensations rolling through her.

I started to push her shorts down off her hips, and she apparently
thought this was an excellent idea, because she did the same with
mine.  We were getting all tangled up, trying to undress each other,
so we wordlessly sat up together.  She knelt beside me, pushed me
back so I was lying back down, and worked my shorts and underwear
off.  She stared at my cock, pulsing with the beating of my heart, for
just a moment before laying back herself and lifting up her hips in
invitation.  I sat up and pulled her shorts down, and then pulled her
panties off.  I could smell her excitement, and it pulled me toward
her.  As I leaned down toward her, she put out her hands and stopped
me.

"Did you bring them?" she said quietly, her eyes shining in the dark.

I nodded, and scrambled over to where my shorts lay crumpled in a
pile.  I dug into my pocket and pulled out one of the little foil
packets and tore it open.  My fingers weren't working properly, and
I felt a little frantic as I took the condom out of the package and
tried to put it on.

"Come here, I'll do that," she whispered with a giggle.  She sat up,
her small breasts jiggling provocatively, and knelt down in front of
me.  I handed her the condom, and had to hold my breath when the
sensations of what she was doing to me suddenly hit me like a giant
wave.

Molly grabbed my stalk and pumped me just a little bit.  Drops of pre-
cum oozed from the tip and dribbled down the side and onto her hand.
She used that moisture to slide her hand up and down my cock, from
tip to balls, her fingers straying down to explore my sac before
grasping my length again.  More liquid escaped and coated the head.
Curious, she stuck out her tongue and licked it off the sensitive tip.

That was nearly all it took.  I started shaking and gasping.

"M..M..Molly..I..I..don't think.." I stammered.  Panicky, I tried
counting backwards by fives from one hundred to take my mind off my
impending climax.  She looked up at me, startled, and stopped what
she was doing.  I looked down at her, into that beautiful, pale,
slightly freckled face, and watched as she savored the taste of my
fluids, licking her lips and running her teeth across her tongue.
That, by itself, nearly brought the crisis back, just watching her.

After a moment, the feeling passed, and she rolled the condom on me
without too much further excitement.  She lay back down, knees bent
and legs apart, and held out her arms to me.  I crawled between her
legs, and put my arms around her as I lay on top of her, conscious of
keeping my weight on my knees and elbows.  I could feel the heat
emanating from her pussy through my covered cock, drawing me ever
closer, like a bee to clover.  I made contact.  Her pussy lips
slipped open as the tip of my cock touched her, and the flood was
released. I could feel, through the latex, the hot moisture from her
center as it coated me, coaxing me into moving more into her.  I
felt the head slip into her hole, and she arched and moaned, her
head thrown back, at the sensation.  Her legs moved around me, and
she crossed her ankles on the small of my back, opening up her whole
cunt to me.

Her flowing oils eased the entry, but she was tight against my cock,
so tight.  She flexed her legs, moaning continually, trying to pull
me further into her.  I pushed until I felt the need to relieve the
pressure, and pulled slowly back out a little.  Then it was back into
her again.  This time I was about halfway in before I needed to
stroke out.  I continued this, finding a rhythm, stroke in, stroke
out, each stroke in a little more penetration than the last, until,
finally, I felt her pubic hair tickling against mine.  I stopped
moving, and we both gasped with the sensation of being fully inside
her.  I grinned down at her, and flexed my cock inside her.  Her
eyes opened wider, and she smiled, and concentrated on contracting
her pussy muscles against me, watching my reaction.

My reaction was to very nearly cum in buckets, right then.  I heard
myself whisper, "Oh, God, oh, God," in a mantra to keep from spouting
immediately.  I knew, though, that it would be only a matter of a few
moments before my climax would overcome me.

I pulled slowly out, until just the tip was embedded in her, and then
I thrust with what energy and force I had left back deep into her.
Again, and again, and a third time, and I was done.

Molly's eyes were open, but she wasn't seeing anything.   She was
concentrating on the sensations flowing through her from our point of
contact, nearly ready to go over the edge herself.  But I was too
quick, too overwhelmed, too young to know how to pace myself.

I came.  I was deep inside her, as deep as I could get, and her walls
squeezed and milked me.  Six, seven, eight times I pumped and jetted
my seed into the latex, until there was no more to be pumped.  The
well was dry, the boy was finished.  I collapsed on top of her,
surrendered to the physical exertions.  She remained still, except
for her hips and legs, which were still clenching me, trying to milk
the last sensations from our union.

Molly started giving me small, quick kisses on my cheek, my neck, my
ear.  It got me out of my reverie.  I lifted my head up off her and
looked into her smiling eyes.

"How're you doing, Molly?" I asked uselessly.

"Pretty darn good, Sean Porter," she replied.  "But you're kind of
heavy.  Do you mind sliding off for a minute?"

"Okay," I said.  My brain still was not functioning at much more than
half capacity, it felt like, so I was tracking her a little slowly.
I lifted my hips to pull out of her, rolled off, reached down to
remove the spent condom from my softening cock, and threw it off
into the woods.  I thought I heard a noise from that direction, but
I thought it must have been a squirrel angry at our intrusion.  "Did
you cum?" I asked Molly, turning back to her and reaching for her
swollen breast.

She hesitated.  "Um...no, not really," she admitted.  "But I really
enjoyed it, anyway," she added quickly.

"Hmmm..." I said, looking at her and smiling.  "What can we do about
this?  I wonder..."

She reached over and gave me a playful slap, and rolled over into my
arms and gave me a scorching kiss.  I could feel my sleeping cock
twitch awake, willing to pay attention to whatever Molly wanted.
Distractedly, I wondered where she learned to kiss like that, since
she never had a real boyfriend, but very quickly I could not
concentrate on anything beyond what was being inflicted on me by my
companion on the blanket.

She was reaching down, snaking her hand between us, to grasp my
dick.  As soon as she touched it, the blood started to flow, and she
held it in her hand as it grew to nearly its full length.

She stopped kissing me long enough to whisper, "That's pretty
amazing, how it does that," and returned once more to lock her lips
on mine and send her tongue in to do battle.  She started stroking me
gently, the moisture from my ejaculation providing glide.  She
dropped her hand down to my balls and explored.  She gently
squeezed, manipulated, and tickled me from my asshole to the base of
my now rigid cock, enthralled at finding something so foreign and
yet so attractive to her.

I returned to further explore my own favorite body part, her pert
breasts with their engorged nipples.  I kneaded them, I hefted them,
I ran light concentric circles around them until my fingertips
encountered the distended nubs of her nipples, standing up and
begging for attention.

Finally I pushed her back again, and lowered my head down to take her
nipple between my teeth.  She never relinquished her hold on my cock,
stroking and squeezing me as I suckled on her breast.  I licked her
breast, leaving a trail of saliva down the mound of her left tit and
across valley between, and up to the other breast, and continued my
oral ministrations on that one.  When I felt that I had her
sufficiently paying attention, I scooted down, planting small kisses
down her sternum to her belly button as my hand dipped further,
encountering her wiry, thin patch of reddish pubic hair.  My fingers
brushed through the hair and encountered the heat and moisture of her
slit, slipping between her rubbery pussy lips to the folds beneath.
As my tongue explored the cavity of her navel, my fingers explored
the cavity of her pussy, two fingers dipping in her flowered opening,
thumb finding her engorged clit.  Knuckle deep my index and middle
fingers went in, and I continued licking my way down, through her
hair, until my tongue discovered the flavor of her oils.

By this time, she stopped contorting herself and finally let go of my
cock, surrendering to my willingness to impart pleasure.  I studied
as I had before, doing things to her that caused big reactions, moving
on to something else when I only created small reactions.  I found
out she really liked having both fingers in her vagina, stroking
slowly and gently (one was not enough, I found out, and three was too
many).  She also liked the sensations caused by my tongue flicking
against her clit.  She went completely over the edge, however, when I
inadvertently did them both at the same time.

"Iiiieeeee!"  She cried out into the night, her orgasm hitting her
swiftly and unexpectedly.

Then, when that had passed, she grabbed my head and said, "Stop,
Sean, please.  It's too sensitive right now."  She pulled me up to
her, and gave me a searing kiss, and then pushed me back.  "Let me
see what I can do to you now," she said, smiling.  She knelt up and
over me, grasping my steely cock in her hand.  She watched as,
again, pre-cum dribbled out and coated the tip, and, like before,
she stuck out her tongue to lightly taste it.  She was familiar
enough with the taste by now that she continued bathing my cock with
her tongue, holding it like an ice cream cone and licking the top.
She looked up at me for a moment, and, without breaking eye contact,
opened her mouth and allowed my cock to slip between her lips.  I
groaned at the sensation of her tongue and mouth around my prick,
and the vision of the beautiful Molly O'Toole with my cock in her
mouth was nearly enough to send me off again.  If I hadn't cum once
already a few minutes ago, I would have busted my nut into her mouth
right then.  I held fast, though, and ran my hands through her hair
as she concentrated on taking as much of me into her mouth as she
could.  I could feel her tongue rotating around my length as she
stroked me in and out from between her lips.  Her hand was caressing
my balls at the same time she was sucking me.  I brushed my hand
down her back as she knelt there, to her gorgeous ass, and down her
crack until I found her swollen pussy lips.  I pushed my fingers into
her cunt, and she lifted off my cock and arched her back, nearly
cumming just from that small touch.

She turned her hooded eyes toward me and whispered, "Did you bring
another one?"

I nodded mutely.  She reached over me to my shorts, searching pockets
until she found her prize.  She tore open the package and took out
the condom.  She bent back over me, concentrating on rolling it down
my cock.  She then swung her leg around me, straddling me, and
grasped my dick with her hand and rubbed it up and down her pussy
lips, getting the head oily and slippery, before placing the tip
inside her vagina and sitting down, impaling herself completely in
one stroke.  Almost immediately she started doing her deep knee
bends, stroking herself up and down, moving me in and out, each
stroke moving easier and slicker into her.  She was still incredibly
tight, but the combined moisture flooding from her pussy and the
lubrication of the condom eased the passage of my sword into her
scabbard.  Her perfect tits bobbled with her exertions, and I
couldn't resist reaching up with both hands and fondling them as we
fucked.  I squeezed them and held them as Molly did all the work,
her skin glistening in the soft moonlight.  I then simply held my
hands still as her body worked up and down, and the friction against
her nipples, along with the way my stem worked against her clit in
this position, sent her over the edge and into a powerful,
overwhelming orgasm.  She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing
but a rush of air came out.  When she came, the walls of her pussy
contracted against me, triggering my own climax.  I pushed up
against her instinctively, trying to get as deep into her as I could.
When I did that, the base of my cock must have rubbed up against her
clit again, because she set off again, hunching rapidly up and down
and gasping for air, nearly in a panic to prolong the extreme
pleasure that was washing over her.

At last, as I had done before, she collapsed down on top of me in
exhaustion.  She was sweaty and tired, and her hair was sticking to
her back and neck.  I softly caressed her back with both hands,
trying to will away her weariness as she lay comfortably on me.  We
were still joined together, her legs splayed out to the side.  The
pressure of her pussy kept me partially hard, but I could feel my cock
starting to soften within her.  Her breathing eased, and she lifted
up her head and stared at me for a moment.  She dropped down and
softly kissed me on the lips, and said, "I really, really liked it
like that."

I burst out laughing.  "I could tell," I told her between gasps.  She
looked at me like I had lost my mind, and then started laughing
herself as she lifted up her hips.  My well-used cock, now deflated
to about half its previous size, slipped out of her cunt and landed
with a soft plop against my belly.  The reservoir of the condom was
filled nearly to capacity.  I stripped it off and tossed that one
into the woods, too.  Molly snuggled up next to me, my arm around her
shoulder, both of us naked and unashamed in the darkness of the
clearing.  I could feel the softness of her breast as it pressed
against my ribcage, a feeling I wouldn't mind getting used to.

"Sean?" she asked quietly after a few minutes.

"Molly?" I answered groggily.  My eyelids were getting heavy.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

That snapped my eyes open.  I should have known that the things we
had done the past two days would lead to this, but I hadn't been
expecting it to come up right then.  I thought about Kayla, and
Jake, and Josh, and Kayla again.

"I'll try, Molly.  But I'm not sure I know how," I told her.

She was silent for a moment more.  "That's okay," she said.  "I'm not
real sure about how to be a girlfriend, either.  But we can try,
can't we?"

"We can try," I agreed.



(Continued in Chapter 13)



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