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Welcome to the world of Sean Porter, Soccer Kid.  Thanks for sticking with 
me this far.  It's been a heck of a ride, hasn't it?

Enjoy Chapter 27, folks.





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PLAYING TO WIN:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK II


by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 27 -

VEILED IN CURTAINS OF ETHERIAL LIGHT



Coach Pick spent a lot of Saturday with me and my family.  He came
to the house about 10:00 in the morning to meet my parents and my
brothers, driving up in a rental Buick.  He talked about Gainesville
and north central Florida, about the University of Florida, and about
his soccer teams.  He left just before lunchtime, to go talk to
another family about an hour away, but he promised to be back in
plenty of time to go out to dinner with us.

"You know, in Florida it's pretty darned hard to get a good steak,"
he said.  "I took the liberty of making reservations at that there
Great American Steakhouse, down in the city.  I hear it's a pretty
good place."

"Well, yes, it's probably the best steakhouse around," confirmed my
father.

"Well, good an' all, then.  I'll be back to pick you all up around
6:30, then, and we'll head on down there for a big, juicy steak."  He
shook my dad's hand with great enthusiasm, winked at my mother, and
patted me on the back.  "If you all can think up any more questions
to ask of me, well, let fly tonight.  Okay?"  And with that, he was
out the door and on his way to his car.

Now I had to scramble to let Jake and Kayla know that I wasn't going
to be available tonight.  I hoped Kayla understood my having to break
our date better than the last couple of girls did.  Then, on the
other hand, tonight I wouldn't be making the same kinds of mistakes I
did with the others.

I called the Lehigh house.  Jake had already left for his football
game, but Kayla was still home.

"Hi," I said.

Even over the phone lines, I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Hi, Sean," she said.

"Uh... Kay, I... uh... I have to postpone our date tonight."

There was a brief silence at the other end.  "Okay," she said.  The
smile in her voice was considerably diminished, which distressed me.

"Look, Kay, I'm really sorry, but the coach from the University of
Florida is here, and he's taking us all out for dinner tonight,
and..."  I paused, a thought occurring to me.  It didn't happen
often, so it surprised me every time one came along.

"And?"

"And I'm an idiot," I said.  "Why didn't I think of it before?  Why
don't you come to dinner with us, Kay?  We won't be able to go to the
movie with Jake, but we'd still be together, even if it means having
to spend time with my parents and my brothers."

The smile was back.  "Okay," she said happily.  "I'll just clear it
with my mom, but I'm sure it'll be okay."  She dropped the phone with
a clunk, and I heard her voice fade away as she started yelling for
her mother through their house.  A few minutes later, she came back
on the phone, a little breathless.  "Mom says okay."  She giggled.
"She also asked if you and I were an item."

"An item?  Like, a couple?"

"Yeah, I guess that's what it means.  It's parent-speak for going
out together, I think.  Anyway, I told her that we were just friends
hanging out together.  I think she knows that's kid-speak for 'an
item', though."

"Well, now you've got me wondering.  We've actually only been on one
honest-to-God date.  Are we an item?"

She hesitated.  "I don't know," she said cautiously.  "Are we?"

"Well, a lot of the team thinks we are," I said.

"And a lot of my friends think we are, too," she replied.

Silence.  "Kayla?  I know we've never talked about this, and maybe
it's too early, but would you consider going with me?  Being my...
'item'?"

"Your item?  I'm not sure I want to be known as an... item."

I was finding it hard to gather enough saliva to swallow the lump in
my throat.  "Well, then, how about my girlfriend?"

"You mean, like, exclusive?"

"Well, yeah, I guess.  Uh... Wait a minute, no, I don't guess.  I
know.  Yes, my girlfriend, exclusively, you and me."

"You mean I won't be able to see Bronson anymore?"  There was a hint
of a teasing tone in her voice.

"Bronson?  Oh, you mean..."

"You know very well who I mean," she said.

"Well, right.  I mean, yeah, no more Bronson."

"Okay," she said brightly.

I finally was able to swallow the lump.  "Okay?  That's great.  So
you'll tell Brandon you won't go out with him anymore?"

"I don't need to," she said softly.  "I already did, two weeks ago."






We took two cars downtown, because of the number of people that were
going to dinner.  My parents and my brothers were in my dad's car,
and I rode with Pick as I directed him over to Kayla's house.  I
walked up to the front door and knocked, and Mr. Lehigh opened the
door and ushered me inside.

"Hello, Sean," he said, pipe in hand.  He gestured breezily toward
the sofa in the living room, inviting me to sit down.

"Hi, Mr. Lehigh."

"So, Kayla tells me she's going to dinner with your family and a
scout from a school somewhere in Florida?"

"Yes, sir.  It's actually the head coach of the University of
Florida.  A friend of mine named Jesse Wilhoit is playing on his
team, and Jesse suggested that his coach come talk to me."

"Well, that's good news," he said.  "Isn't it a little soon for
schools to be recruiting?"

I shrugged.  "I don't know, sir.  He's the only one I've talked to,
though, so maybe it is soon."

Kayla came down the stairs, wearing a little dress that left one
shoulder bare, and fit her athletic body beautifully.  My mouth went
dry just looking at her as she walked into the room.

"Hi, Sean," she said quietly, fully aware of how I was staring at
her.  She kissed her father on the cheek, and I scrambled to open the
front door for her as she slipped on a heavy cloth coat.

"Have fun, kids," called out her dad as we walked down the sidewalk
to Pick's rental car.

Kay scooted over to sit in the middle of the two of us.  Pick shook
her hand as I introduced them, and we were off.

By the end of dinner, Pick and my dad were acting like old, long
lost college pals.  My mom was watching their antics, occasionally
shaking her head and smiling.  Michael and Stephen were most
interested in eating as much as they possibly could stuff into
themselves, and I could only concentrate on Luscious Kayla, sitting
next to me, her hand in mine under the table.  After desserts and
coffee, Pick paid the bill, leaving a very generous tip.

"Hell, I'm on an expense account on this trip," he said with a wink
at my mom.  "Might as well be generous with Gator money."

By the time we got back to our house, Pick had assured us that
Florida would be sending me an offer sheet that included paid
tuition, room and board for four years, subject to the usual physical
exams, etc., etc., etc.  It put a big smile on my dad's face,
realizing that my college education was going to be paid by somebody
other than him and my mom.  Pick thanked us all for our hospitality,
and promised me he would be keeping in touch.  He even said he would
try to come back for the state playoffs, if our team made it
downstate.

I borrowed my mom's car, telling my family that we wanted to meet up
with the gang down at Mike's Pizza.  Kayla and I hopped in the front
seat, but I knew Mike's wasn't my preferred destination, and I was
hoping it wasn't Kayla's, either.  When I turned onto the highway
away from the pizza restaurant, she gave me a grin and sidled up
close to me, her arms around mine.

It was cold out, even for late October, and it was starting to
drizzle as we drove aimlessly for a few miles.  I happened to find
myself driving along the country lane toward the Gallagher's barn,
where the shell of the Junior Class Homecoming float probably still
sat.  I pulled into the small parking area, and shut off the lights,
leaving the car running so the heater could keep the interior warm
for us.  The drizzle was turning to indications of the first snow of
the season, but it was very light, and it was melting as soon as it
hit any surface.  I fiddled with the radio until I found a station
playing some mellower music, and turned it down low.

I turned to the lovely girl sitting beside me, and put my arm around
her, drawing her closer to me.  She looked at me in anticipation, her
lips slightly parted, her eyes half closed, and I succumbed to the
unspoken offer, bending down slightly to kiss her.  At the first
contact of our lips together, she moaned softly, surrendering to me.
Her coat was unbuttoned, and I slipped my hand around her waist,
along the silken material of her dress.  She crossed her leg and
gently rubbed her foot against my shin as we kissed, and she melted
even closer to me, her lips moving against mine in sensuous pleasure.

I kissed her soft lips, and covered her cheeks, her neck, her ears,
and her eyes with soft touches with my lips.  She lifted her head and
closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations, offering up her tender
throat to my searching lips.  When I reached the hollow of her
throat, she whimpered, and shrugged out of her coat, reaching for my
jacket to push it off my shoulders.  I stopped kissing her just long
enough so we could toss our coats into the back, and we reached for
each other again, melting back together into a hotter, moister kiss,
this one a tasting and teasing exploration involving lips and tongues.

With one hand wrapped around her neck and grasping her bare
shoulder, I moved my left hand back around her waist to her tummy,
the palm gliding along the slick material.  My fingers slid along the
material, heading toward the rise of her small breast, until I gently
held that handful, feeling the shape of her through the dress and her
strapless bra.  I caressed her that way, feeling, through the layers
of material separating her skin from mine, her little button-like
nipple expand.  She twisted in my arms slightly, giving me access to
her back, the location of the zipper holding her dress together, and
I took the hint, abandoning the desirable mound of her covered flesh
to work the metallic tab down from her shoulder blades to her waist,
releasing the tension of her dress around her body.

My hand encountered the bare flesh of her back, and my internal
temperature notched up a few more degrees.  I caressed the soft skin
of her back, and drew a path around her side, taking the material of
her dress with me, and moved away from her just enough for her to
slip her left arm through the sleeve, allowing the material to fall
to her waist.  She stared at me, her mouth slightly open as she
breathed heavily, and I put my arms around her again, and kissed her
eyes and her lovely lips again.

When I slipped my hand beneath the elastic bottom of her bra and
cupped her naked breast, she moaned into my mouth, and thrust her
tongue hard and deep into my mouth, sending streamers of white-hot
pleasure shooting into my brain.  Her distended nipple felt like it
was etching a pattern in my palm, and I never wanted it to disappear.
I drew my hand across her chest, under the bra, and held her other
breast in my hand, feeling its pliant flesh and hefting its small
weight, warming and branding my palm just as the other one did.

Eventually, just touching wasn't enough.  I had to taste them, lick
and suckle on the delightful morsels my fingers were finding, and I
broke our wet kiss, and scattered kisses and flicks of my tongue down
the side of her neck, across her chest, until I encountered the
cotton material of her bra, where I discovered the flaw in my plan.

Kayla chuckled, a low and throaty sound that sent chills up and down
my spine, and she reached back with both hands, until, almost
magically, the small bra loosened, and she flung it off, tossing it
to the side before opening her arms to me once again, offering
herself up to me.  She held the back of my head as I paid homage to
the delights of her body, kissing and caressing and squeezing and
lightly biting the wonderfully soft flesh of her breasts.

As I continued to suck and lick her nipples, I dropped one hand down
her midriff, sliding my fingertips underneath her dress, until I
encountered the elastic waistband of her panties.  I felt her suck in
her tummy a little, giving my hand some more room, and my fingers
slipped beneath the silky material, sliding down until I touched her
curly and damp triangle of hair near the juncture of her thighs.  My
fingertips explored further, moving slickly through the moist folds,
releasing her oily moisture onto my fingers as they delved into her
most private places.  My fingertips found her vagina, and just the
tip of one finger dipped slightly inside, covering itself with her
dampness, and then dragged upwards, opening her nether lips, until it
discovered the tiny bump of her clitoris, peeking out from its hiding
place.  Kayla's sharp intake of breath, combined with the sudden
tightening of her hold on my head, told me that she liked what was
happening.

I continued to suck and nibble at each swollen nipple in turn,
taking time occasionally to lick the soft and salty flesh of her
boobs before returning to tease and play with her sensitive tips.  At
the same time, my left hand was exploring between her opened thighs,
delighting in the warmth and the wetness emanating from her center.
 From her distended clitoris to her flooded opening, her folds moved
to accommodate my fingers, and as I dipped first one finger, and then
two, into her hole, her walls expanded and contracted against my
intrusions, keeping pressure on my fingers as I worked them in and
out slowly, in time to the small thrusting of her hips and the
quivering of her thighs.

After a long and slow buildup, Kay finally arched her back, mashing
her small boob against my mouth, and she pushed her hips up hard
against my fingers, pushing two digits as deeply into her as they
would go.  My thumb was resting against her clit, and when she
arched, the nub bumped against the ball of my thumb, and the
resulting vibration pushed her over the edge.  I could feel her walls
clamping down on my fingers, and a small rush of additional moisture
was hot as my hand was rewarded with rhythmic squeezes of her thighs
and her vagina.  She was clutching my head to her bosom, her arms
contracting against me in an automatic reflex to her trip to the top
of the mountain, followed by her leap over the cliff face, and she
squeaked nearly breathlessly as the waves of pleasure cascaded over
her.

Finally, her orgasm passed, and she loosened her grip on my neck.  I
looked up at her, and saw that she was gazing down at me, her eyes
shining, a happy, nearly translucent look on her face.  She lifted me
up by my neck gently, guiding me to her, and I kissed her, and she
gave me an open-mouthed tongue-lashing by way of showing her
appreciation for my ministrations.  My fingers slipped from her
pussy, and I wrapped my arm around her, hugging her to me as we
kissed.

My own internal furnace was burning white-hot, and I could feel her
heat rising again, also, as we kissed.  I felt her small hand touch
my thigh, and she let it brush across my leg until it found the
almost painful bulge in my crotch.  Her tiny palm measured my
erection, rubbing up and down my rampant cock slowly, her fingers
caressing, gauging, teasing.  I felt her fingers tiptoe up to my
belt, and she struggled, one-handed, to unbuckle it.  I was pretty
frenzied by that point, so I broke our kiss so I could sit back and
help her with the belt and the button.  As she grasped the tab of my
zipper, I yanked my pants apart and pushed them down and pushed my
shirt up and out of the way.  Kayla giggled, and worked on extracting
my inflexible member from my briefs, pulling the elastic away from my
hips and pushing the cotton underwear down, releasing my cock to the
evening air.

As she grasped my flesh, she moved up onto one knee, and pushed me
back against the seat, kissing me hard again.  Her hand was pumping
me as she kissed me, and occasionally she would slip her hand all the
way down my shaft to caress and cup my aching balls.  Finally, she
took some sort of pity on me, and she leaned back just a little,
breaking the contact of our lips, and, staring at me and smiling all
the while, she dropped her head, settled into the seat just a little,
and, still looking me in the eye, stuck out her tongue and took one
long, loving lap all the way up my cock, from base to tip.

Just that small contact was enough to make my eyes bug out, and I
lost it.  Without warning to me or to Kayla, my hips bucked, the
swollen head of my cock bumping her in the nose, and I started
shooting, streamers of white-hot cum launching into the air in front
of her face.  She jerked back out of the way and then she didn't dare
move, for fear of getting hit in the eye with a shot, and she watched
in amazement as I shut my eyes tight, concentrating on the extreme
pleasure of the hydraulics in action, squeezing out all my seed.  I
felt her hand grasp my spasming shaft, and she contributed by pumping
me, jacking me off to keep the display going for as long as she could.

When I finally collapsed back against the seat, she whispered, "Wow.
That was a lot," and she lay back against me, her head on my shoulder
and her hand still caressing my slowly deflating cock, as we both
looked at the mess I had made.  She let go of my cock and doodled
with the pools of semen on my bare stomach with her fingertips,
making random patterns in the milky liquid.

I sighed, a contented and happy sound, and put my arm around her
bare shoulder.  I could feel her bare breast resting against my side,
our cooling skin still feeling slightly feverish.  It was a feeling I
wanted to experience over and over again with her.


Finally, though, she stirred, perhaps getting chilled, and she sat
up and rummaged around for her purse.  She opened it, and took out
some tissues, and began to clean me up.  I took a couple from her and
helped, wiping off the steering wheel where one spray had landed.  I
was going to have to get out the soap and water first thing in the
morning, to try to remove our scent from my mom's car, I knew.

We struggled to get back into our clothes, and I opened the window
to toss the sticky tissues out.  I was surprised to see that the snow
was still lightly falling, and the roof of the barn was sprinkled
with white.  It was nearly time to take her home, but we were both
unwilling to break the spell completely, and we moved back together
to cuddle for a few more minutes.  I had both arms around her, and
she was quietly nestled up to me, her head on my chest, her pale hair
tickling my chin.

"Sean?"  Her voice was quiet, introspective, as she lay against me.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you remember last fall?  After your playoffs?"

"Mmmm... hmmm," I confirmed.

"When Molly broke up with you?"

I shuffled around a little nervously.  I wasn't sure it was such a
wise thing to be talking about one of my past failed relationships
with her, so early in the game, but she was leading this
conversation, and so I followed, even though I was hesitant to do so.

"Yeah," I answered.

"And you found out about her and that other boy?"

Now I was just a little nervous.  Where was this going?

"Yes?" I replied.

"And you watched them from the tree behind her house?"

That made me sit up straight.  I picked her up gently, and turned
her so I could look at her face.

"How did you know about that?" I asked, a little panicky.

Her eyes were doe-like in the darkness, somber and huge as she
looked at me.

"Because I was there, too, with you," she whispered.

I was shocked.  "You were... Where were you?  Not with Molly?"

"With you," she repeated softly.  "I watched you watching her, and
my heart was breaking for you."  Her eyes were shining now, unshed
tears at the memory of that painful night of nearly a year ago.  "I
followed you when I saw you walking across the field, through our
back yard," she continued, her voice soft in memory.  "I saw you in
the tree, and I heard you.  When you climbed back down, I was
ashamed.  I couldn't let you see me, so I left, hurried back home
before you would find me.  I thought you would have noticed my
footprints in the snow, right beside yours, and follow them back to
my house, but you didn't.  I wanted you to."

I pulled her back to me, holding her close.  "But why, Kayla?  Why
did you follow me?  And why tell me about it now?"

Her tears were dampening my shirt now, but she didn't move.  I heard
her sniffle a couple of times before she answered quietly, so softly
I almost didn't hear her.

"The snow reminded me.  I went with you, because I knew what you
would find, and I knew it would break your heart, and knowing it
would hurt you was breaking mine.  But I also knew you didn't want
anyone to know of your hurt, so I left, even though it was the
hardest thing I've ever done."

I took a deep, shuddering breath.  "But why, Kay?  Why... Why was it
hard for you?  Why did you... Why?"  I didn't know what to ask, much
less how to ask it.

But she knew what I was asking, better than I did, just as she had
probably always known.

"Because... you needed me to be there, even if you didn't really
know, except deep down, that I was with you.  And I needed to be
there, too."  She paused, and in her hesitation, I suddenly did know.
And I probably knew it all along, at some level, so her next few
words didn't really surprise me.

"Because I love you," she continued, getting stronger as she finally
said the words she had waited so long to say.  "Because I've always
loved you, for almost as long as I've known you."

And she cried, tears of happiness and tears of release mixing
together, as we sat there, holding each other for a few minutes more,
as the snow settled around us, veiling us in curtains of ethereal
light.




(Continued in Chapter 28)




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