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Welcome back to the adventures of Sean Porter, Soccer Kid.  My thanks to The 
Purvv for the excellent proofreading work on my behalf.  Any mistakes you 
might find are my exclusions, and not his.

Enjoy.






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PLAYING TO WIN:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK II


by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 8 -

HE SAID/SHE SAID



"You know she likes you a lot, Sean."

"Yeah, I know, I've been working with her kids for awhile now."

"Not like that, stupid," she said.  She was propped up on one elbow,
doodling in the small line of hair that ran from my belly button to
my crotch.  It sort of tickled, in a squirmy way.  "I mean, she LIKES
you."

"Nah."  I dismissed the thought.  I had too many complications right
now to be thinking of Lori like that.

"What?" She was persistent.  "You don't think of her in that manner?"

"No.  Yes.  I mean...  Well, she's really pretty and all."  I
sighed.  This was an uncomfortable conversation to be having,
especially when I was lying here, both of us naked atop the rumpled
and sweat-slicked sheets.  Why did she insist on talking about
someone else while I was in bed with her?

"And lonely," she added.  "Her husband has been gone for almost two
years.  She's got to have a lot of pent-up emotions ready to come
flooding out.  Wouldn't you like to be the right man in the right
place at the right time?"

"Are you kidding me?  She wouldn't think... I couldn't... she
doesn't look at me like... Nah."

"What is the matter with you?" she asked, a little frustrated at my
thick-headedness.  "If she found you in her bed, you think she'd kick
you out?"

Now I was starting to get a little irritated, as well as
embarrassed.  "Yes, of course she would.  Not that I would be jumping
in her bed so she would find me there, anyway.  Come on, Wendy, can't
we talk about something else?"

Her doodling brought her fingers within range of my more sensitive
spots.  She had already gotten me off twice, once with her mouth and
once as she worked me from on top, while I suckled and squeezed her
big breasts as they swayed over my face.  Now she was very lightly
running her fingertips along the skin between my legs and my balls,
teasing and tickling, but never touching either my scrotum or my hard
cock.  The anticipation was making coherent thought, particularly
about Lori Wilkinson, difficult.  I decided that a decent defense was
a good offense, so I reciprocated by lightly running my fingertips
over her sensitive boobs, circling but never touching her ruby
nipples.

"Is that what you want to do?  Talk?" she teased.  She blew at my
ear.  "You know, there's something else two people can do with their
lips besides talk..."  She leaned toward me, never stopping her
teasing fingers, and kissed me softly on the lips.  The soft kiss
turned heated as she opened her mouth and invited my tongue in.  Both
of our hands relented at the same time, as I pinched a distended
nipple, just as she grasped my rigid cock.  She stroked me as she
kissed me, until she finally grabbed on and pulled me by my cock over
onto her, spreading her legs and guiding my head toward her heated
opening.  As I sank into her soft and pliant pussy, she wrapped her
short legs around mine, pulling me tighter into her.

She was very wet and slick as I pumped in and out of her in a
rhythm, drawing almost all the way out of her as her legs relaxed,
and then slamming back into her hard when I felt her flexing against
the backs of my thighs.  The air conditioning in her house couldn't
keep up with our efforts, and we both were breathing very hard into
each other's mouths, and sweat was running down my back.  Her chest
had a sheen of perspiration, her breasts mashed against me as she
held me close.

Finally, she could take no more, and she broke the kiss and panted
as she was pushed over the edge.  I had already come twice that
afternoon, and had started out feeling like I could ride her for
hours, so I was pistoning in and out of her energetically.  But when
I felt her vaginal muscles contracting as she came, it triggered my
own orgasm, and I clenched and pushed as far into her as I could as I
pumped and spurted once again.

That was the end of the road for me.  I was wrung out, exhausted as
I collapsed down on top of her.  I could feel her oils coating my
cock and balls, and our combined juices leaked out and soaked the
sheet beneath us again.  I rolled off her, my shrinking dick slipping
from her slippery passage, and landed on my back next to her again.

"Mmmm, that was a good one," she said, mostly to herself.  She
indulged herself for a few more minutes, enjoying the aftereffects,
and then she bounded up out of the bed.

"Get up," she commanded as she slipped into her robe.

I curled up into a ball, wanting to just slide into an easy slumber
for just a little while.  "No," I said, a little petulantly.

She started pulling the sheets out from under me, being none too
gentle as she rolled me out of the way.  "Get up, you lazy boy.  I
have to get these sheets in the wash and the bed changed before
Arthur gets home."

I rolled over, propped my hands behind my head, and looked at her.
"Why do you do it, anyway?" I asked.

She knew what I meant.  She stood there a moment, arms full of
soiled sheets, and I could see her about to give my question a
flippant reply, and then changing her mind.  "I love Arthur, Sean.
Let's not forget that.  I would never want to hurt him.  But he can't
provide certain... excitements... that I choose not to be without."
Her face took on a harder look.  "Don't get all dewy-eyed on me,
Sean.  You know it's just fun and games.  You get to get your rocks
off, I get to remember what it's like to go at it two or three times
in succession."

That was my cue.  I stood up and looked around for my clothes.

"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure I like it very much."  Who was I
kidding?  I liked getting my ashes hauled, especially by someone as
energetic and experienced as Wendy.  But I still walked away feeling
pretty slimy, a feeling that no shower in the world could wash away.

Her eyes got a little reptilian.  "So?  I'm not forcing you, Sean.
If you don't like it, don't come back.  See how simple it is?"

"Simple for you, maybe.  You've got it all figured out.  I don't
have a clue about any of this shit, I'm just a kid.  What do I know
about love and relationships and behavior?  I can't seem to keep it
in my pants well enough to hang on to a girlfriend.  I... ah, fuck,
never mind," I trailed off.

"Love?  Relationships?"  Her eyes were flashing with anger.  "Let me
help you out here, kiddo.  This ain't love, it ain't a relationship.
It's sex.  Boffing.  Getting it on, getting your rocks off, lighting
your candle, setting off your pocket rocket, it's the ol' in-and-out.
It's fucking at its finest.  Enjoy it for what it is, and don't try
to read anything else into it, okay?"

Her look softened, and she dropped the sheets and walked over to me
and reached up to take my face in her hands.  "Sometimes I forget how
young you are.  You look grown-up, but there's still a lot of little
boy in you, and I need to remember that."  She pecked me on the lips,
then grasped my shoulders and turned me toward the bathroom.  She
smacked me on my bare ass to propel me toward the shower.  "Now go
get cleaned up quickly, please?  I'm running late."

She bustled back around to the pile of laundry as I shuffled off to
the bathroom.

I leaned in and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I looked grown-up?  When did that happen?



(Continued in Chapter 9)




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