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Just a little something for those of you who have not yet met my good
friend Sean Porter...



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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 11 -

THE MOTORCYCLE PROMISE


By the time I dragged myself out of bed the next day, it was almost 
noon.  I had a soccer game, and after that I was supposed to go over 
to work with Davey and Kip again.  I called Molly while I was eating
a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

"Hi," I said when she answered the phone.  "How are you feeling?"

"I feel great," she said.  I could almost hear her smile in her 
voice.  "A little sore, but even that's going away.  How are you?"

"I'm a little tired, but I'll be okay.  I've got a soccer game this 
afternoon, and then I have to go over to the Wilkinsons.  Are you 
doing anything tonight?"

"I was going to go over to Tessa's.  Want to come along?"

"Sure," I said.  "What time were you going?"

"We're going shopping this afternoon, but we should be back around 
5:00.  Ummm...Sean?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Bring along a couple of those...things you got yesterday, okay?"

It was a good thing I was sitting down, because my knees turned to 
water as soon as she said that.  "Yeah, of course," I said. 
"Anything you say."

"Good.  Just remember that, and you'll get along with this Irish lass 
just fine," she said with a laugh.




The soccer game was a laugher.  I was playing with a club team that 
consisted of guys from all over our area, not just from our community.
The team we were playing was just a pickup team thrown together for 
the summer league, and they were not very good.  All summer long I
had played just about every position on the field, including keeper,
but I was learning that I really liked playing defense, and especially
right-side defense.  My coaches discovered that I had a knack for
stealing the ball more often on the right side, and I would streak
up the sidelines until I was past the centerline.  Depending on how
my opposition reacted to this intrusion, I would either continue down
the field, switching positions with my right midfielder, or I would
loft the ball across to our offensive players in the middle, and let
them take over.  Against teams with weak midfielders, I could make it 
almost all the way down to the penalty line before crossing the ball, 
and a couple of times I was able to waltz the ball in and score from 
the side when the defense was still scrambling around trying to cover 
all our players down the field.  At any rate, the coach pulled most
of his starters, me included, for the entire second half, because we
were already up 6-1 by halftime.  Even so, we ended up winning 9-3,
and I was feeling pretty good.

I went right from the game over to meet Davey and Kip.  We warmed up 
and stretched, and played Heads-Up for about 15 minutes.  After
taking a drink break, we started on a game of Keep-Away, with me in
the middle.  The boys were still prone to standing to wait for the
ball, instead of moving to it on a pass, and I hoped that Keep-Away
would make them see why they had to move on the ball.  Passing into
open space, give-and-gos, and leading the receiver were still too
advanced for these little guys, but they were working hard toward
being better soccer players.  I knew that when the fall season
began, they would be more skilled than most of the other kids in
their age group.

We ended up playing Heads-Up on the way back to their house again. 
As we got there, Lori opened the front door to let an older man out.
He was dressed in a dark suit, and was wearing a loud pink and yellow
tie.  He shook her hand, walked down to his car parked at the curb,
and drove away without a second glance at the boys or the house. 
Lori, as usual, invited me in for lemonade while Kip and Davey ran
upstairs.

"I hate having to do some of these grown-up things sometimes," she 
said, almost to herself, as she poured four glasses of lemonade over 
ice.

"What do you mean?  Is it something to do with that guy who just 
left?" I asked.

"That was my insurance man.  He was dropping off more papers for me
to look over.  Just when I think I'm healing, something comes up to
open up old wounds," she muttered.  Tears were starting to form in
her eyes, and her lower lip was trembling.

I stood up, alarmed, and put my arm over her shoulder.  "What's the 
matter, Lori?" I asked concernedly.

She dropped her head to my shoulder and sobbed.  Her shoulders were 
shaking, and I could feel, underneath the weight of her hair, that
the skin on the back of her neck was hot to the touch.  After a few 
moments she collected herself, straightened her shoulders, and gave 
me a quick peck on the cheek.

"Thanks, Sean, for your support."  She moved over to the counter and 
pulled some tissues from a box and wiped her eyes.  She stepped back 
to the table and sat down heavily.

"My husband died last year," she said quietly.  She was looking down 
at her hands as they methodically tore apart the tissues.  "He was in 
a motorcycle accident just about a year ago, over Labor Day weekend.  
Massive head injuries, internal bleeding, broken leg, two broken
arms, punctured lung.  They had him on a... m...machine for five days,
until they finally said that he was brain-dead and would never
recover.  I...I told them to pull the plug, and he died an hour
later.  He was 26 years old."

She looked up at me then, and the tears started running down her face.
"Don't ever get on a motorcycle, Sean.  Promise me.  My boys love
you, and I won't have them go through something like that ever
again, if I can help it.  Promise me, Sean."

Her eyes were pleading as she looked at me miserably.  It wasn't a 
real big stretch for me to make such a promise, since my mom and dad 
already had forbid my older brother Michael from ever riding one.  I 
knew my turn for the "No Motorcycle" lecture at home was next.

"I promise, Lori.  No motorcycles."

She looked at me for a moment more, perhaps gauging my sincerity, 
before finally nodding, accepting my promise.  She picked up the 
scraps of tissue to wipe her eyes, until she finally realized that
she had torn them into useless bits.  She got up and took a handful
more from the box on the counter, and crossed over behind me, and
wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me fiercely from behind.

"Thank you, Sean.  I don't know what I'd do without you.  I can't
tell you what a huge difference you've made for me.  And for my
guys," she added.  She let go and came back around to sit at the
table again.

Her eyes were still red, but she was much more composed now.  
"Anyway," she continued, "since then, I've had to do more of the 
grown-up things that Tom used to take care of for us, and I don't
like it.  But I do it, because the boys need me to do it.  But
really, Sean, I'm still just a kid at heart.  I'm really not that
far from being a teenager myself, at least in my own mind," she said
with a rueful smile.  "I know you probably think of me as being
older, but I'm really not."

"Actually, I don't.  When I first met you, I thought you were the 
babysitter or something, maybe a college kid working for the
summer," I said.

She blushed just a little.  "Thanks, Sean.  Even if it's a little 
white lie, I appreciate it.  Are you sure you don't have a
girlfriend?" she asked teasingly.  "I may just claim you for my own, 
then."

Now it was my turn to blush.



(Continued in Chapter 12)

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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.



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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 13 -

FAMOUS LAST WORDS


Two days later I was riding my bike down the sidewalk when I heard
someone call out my name.  I looked over and Jake Lehigh came running
up to me, just as I was stopping.  He looked really mad as he reached
me.  I was off-balance, in the process of stopping my bike, when he
shoved me down and off my bike.

"You ASSHOLE!" he shouted.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I jumped up and got right back into his face.  "What are you talking
about, Jake?"

"I saw you and Molly."

Uh-oh, I thought to myself.  I had a sick feeling I knew where this
was headed.  I couldn't back down, though, not to Jake.

"Yeah?  What did you see, Jake?"

"I was in the tree the other night.  I saw you and Molly walk back
into the woods, so I followed you.  I saw the whole thing."

"The whole thing?" I asked.  "So you were peeping at us like a perv?"

"A perv?  Me?  Damn it, Sean, you almost hit me with that first
condom you threw into the woods!"

I looked at him, not sure I heard him correctly.  Just the image
that conjured up in my mind was enough to make me bust out laughing. 
Jake looked at me as if I was crazy.  Then he must have realized how
funny it all was, because he just started laughing with me, until
finally we were both sitting on the ground, our arms around each
other's shoulders like the best pals we really were, laughing until
the tears were racing down our faces.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.  "Splat," I said.  That
started us going all over again.

By the time we were finally calmed down, we were lying on our backs
on the ground, my bicycle still blocking the sidewalk as it lay on
its side. 

"Okay," wheezed Jake, "enough of this.  What the fuck's going on? 
And, by the way, where did you get the protection?"

Well, that nearly got me going again as I described my trip into his
father's drug store with Josh to buy the condoms.

"No shit, my dad helped you guys out?  Man, I wonder what he was
thinking," marveled Jake.

"It took us by surprise, believe me," I said.  "I really didn't know
what to say to him."

"Yeah, I'll bet," said Jake.  "So, Sean, what are you going to do?"

I sighed.  I knew exactly what he meant.  "I don't know, man.  I
mean, I really like Molly, and I don't want to hurt Kayla's feelings,
because I really like her, too.  But she's still in middle school,
you know?  We really can't be, like, going out or anything, can we."

"Well, she's my sister and all, but you're right.  Besides, Molly is
a supreme-o hot babe.  And I got to see her naked, which is even
better."

"Yeah," I said, sitting up.  "It's much better.  But you've got to
stop spying on us, Jake.  I'm going to get the willies thinking about
you being out there somewhere.  Promise me."

"You really know how to spoil my fun," muttered Jake as he stood up
and brushed himself off.  "Okay, no more spying.  But you've got to
share some of your rubbers in exchange."

"What do you mean, share?"

"Hey, I can't walk into my own dad's store and just buy the things,
can I?  Besides, you still have a bunch.  If you keep me supplied,
I'll pay for the next boxful, okay?"

"Wait a minute, I smell a story here.  What's going on, Jake?" I
asked.  I had a feeling things had progressed between he and Jaimie.

"Well... yeah, I need 'em," he admitted.  "Jaimie and I... well...
we kind of... um... did it the other day..."

"You DID?  Man, tell me!"

"Well... it was uh, let's see...the day after we ran into Jaimie and
Kayla coming back from the Dairy Queen.  You remember that day? 
Jaimie and I went over to her house and you and Kayla were watching
TV at my house?  Anyway, Jaimie and I met at her house again the next
day, and one thing led to another, and... uh..."

"And?" I prompted.

"And... we did it.  Twice.  On the couch in the family room."

"Twice?  You dog you!"  I slapped his arm companionably.

He looked a little uncomfortable about his confession, but then he
looked up at me and smiled.

"Oh, yeah," he said, grinning.  "But you know how it is, I saw you
do it with Molly twice that night."

"Oh, yeah, indeed," I said, grinning back at him like an idiot.

"Anyway, Jaimie got a severe case of the guilts afterward, and won't
hardly talk to me right now.  Maybe, if I can show her I've got some
condoms, she'll at least talk to me.  So that's why I need them."

"Okay, pal, come with me.  I've got them stashed at home.  You can
have a few, but if you get caught with them, you didn't get them from
me, all right?"

"I won't get caught," he said.  "You know me better than that."

Yeah, right.  Famous last words.

So we went over to my house and up to my room.  I thought that
hiding them in rolled up socks, like Josh had done, was a pretty good
idea, so I had done the same.  I unrolled a pair of soccer socks and
handed Jake four packets.

"Here you go, Jake.  Two nights' worth, at your rate."  I snickered
just a little.  Already I was down to 6 condoms left.  And Molly, I
thought, was going to find a way to use them up quickly.  Not that I
was complaining, of course, but I hoped I wouldn't encounter Jake's
dad if I had to go back for more too soon.  He would really wonder
what was going on, then.

"Thanks, Seanster, you're the best.  Oh, by the way, my parents are
having a bunch of neighbors over tomorrow for a cookout and stuff. 
They're setting up softball and volleyball in the field behind our
house, and I think there's a scavenger hunt after dark.  Why don't
you come over after you're done at the Wilkinsons?"

"Sure," I replied.  "Sounds like fun.  I can do that."



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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 14 -

LIGHT AND SHADOW


I got over to Jake's house about 3:00, just as the big softball game
was being organized.  Most of Jake's neighborhood was there, totaling
about 10 families, so there were lots of adults and kids running
around.  There were big galvanized garbage cans filled with ice and
sodas, and a couple of coolers with beer and wine for the adults. 
Most of the moms were not going to participate in the game, but all
the kids and a lot of the dads were already out there, setting bases
and marking the field for the game.  Jake was standing out in right
field with Jaimie, Kayla, Tara, and a couple of the younger kids from
the neighborhood, drinking sodas and waiting for teams to be chosen. 
Jake saw me first and waved me over.  When Kayla saw me, she smiled
and leaned over to whisper something to Jaimie, who laughed out loud,
glancing up in my direction.

I grabbed a can of soda and ran out to where they were standing. 
Jaimie was wearing a tight t-shirt that accentuated her high, firm
breasts.  She kept on standing up straight, shoulders back, to make
them stick out even more, and kept on glancing over at Jake to gauge
his reaction.  His reaction was to be a little nervous about having
those things thrust at him when his parents and his sister were
around.

Tara, Jaimie's sister, was apparently in some sort of competition
with her, since she had on what looked like a man's shirt, the top
three buttons left open, and the shirttails tied around her to leave
her flat tummy bared.  Combined with a pair of shorts that were so
short and tight I could almost make out her pussy lips, she exuded a
sultriness that was far beyond her years

Kayla, on the other hand, looked fresh and young and delicious in a
tank top and soccer shorts.  Her long hair was tied back in a
ponytail that cascaded down her back, and the almost white color set
off her tan beautifully.

The group of us walked back toward the sidelines, where the teams
were being chosen.  Mr. Lehigh and Mr. Jacks, Tara and Jaimie's
father, were the team captains, and they made sure each child was
chosen for a team, starting with the youngest, before any adults were
picked.  Jake and I were on opposing teams, Jaimie was on Jake's,
Tara and Kayla were on mine.  We had some really small kids, 4 and 5
years old, playing on both teams, and Jake and I both helped our
players when their turn at bat came up.  We ended up playing 2
innings before the younger ones got bored and wandered away.  The
older kids and the adults kept on playing, and the game got more and
more competitive, until finally, in the 7th inning, the whole game
deconstructed on a double-play, a fly ball caught in left field and a
runner picked off at first.  The batting team called the runner safe,
the fielding team called the runner out, and after about 10 minutes
of arguing and discussing the play, the only conclusion that could be
drawn was that everyone was hot, tired, thirsty, and hungry, so we
called it quits and headed in to the sidelines, where all these
problems could be solved.

Jake and I each grabbed a couple of sodas and plopped down on the
ground, sweaty and tired.  The three girls came over to sit by us,
each with a soda of their own.  For some reason, Tara bent over right
in front of us to brush off the grass, giving Jake and I a peek down
her shirt as it gapped open.  Her developing breasts were dimly
visible, unencumbered by a bra.

I leaned over to Jake and whispered, "What's up with Tara and her
getup?"

He looked at me quizzically and shrugged.  You know as much as I do,
his expression said.

"Tara," Jaimie warned quietly.

Tara looked at her sister, who was scowling at her.  Her face turned
an angry red, and you could tell she was closing in on herself as she
stood up, looked down on Jaimie silently, and turned and walked away.
She tried to sway her boyish hips as provocatively as she could as
she headed back over by some of the younger kids.

"Who is she trying to be grown-up for?" Jake asked.

"I really don't know," said Jaimie.  "The past few days she's really
been in a strange mood.  I hope she snaps out of it soon, it's
getting on my nerves."

"Oh, forget her," said Kayla.  "She's probably just PMSing and
taking advantage of it."

"Maybe," admitted Jaimie.  "I just hope she gets over it soon, or
I'm going to have to give her the 'big sister' cure."

"And what's the 'big sister' cure?" asked Kayla.

"That's the cure where I sit on her until she promises to lighten
up," said Jaimie.  "It's kind of like that fax joke that my Dad has
hanging in his office that says, 'The Beatings Will Continue Until
Morale Improves'."

We all laughed at the thought of Jaimie sitting on top of Tara until
her mood improved.  She'd have to sit there for a long, long time, I
thought.



After dark, when some of the parents had taken the little kids off
to bed, Mrs. Lehigh gathered us older kids around to announce the
Grand Scavenger Hunt.

"Okay, kids," she said as she handed out the sheets of paper with
the items to be collected.  "Here are the rules.  All these
items must be collected within this neighborhood.  All the parents
know about the scavenger hunt, so you won't be surprising anybody by
ringing their doorbell.  No going to any stores, or outside this
area.  You have 90 minutes to collect as much of the list as you can,
and then you have to meet back here.  There will be prizes awarded
for the most items found, the quickest back to headquarters here, and
maybe a couple of other prizes to be named later.  You must buddy up.
I don't want any kids going off by themselves, so pick a partner
before you go.  All set, everybody?  Ready, set, GO!"

All the kids started picking buddies to go out with and running off
with their lists.  Kayla grabbed my hand and said, "Wait a second,
Sean."  She made sure everybody else took off, then led me in a
different direction, bags and lists in hand.

"Where are we off to?" I asked.

"Shhh...just follow me," she said secretively.

She kept us in the shadows, sneaking around the outside of the house
while holding my hand and tiptoeing through the grass.  She peeked
around
the corner to the front of the house to make sure the coast was
clear, and pulled me behind her as she crossed the front yard to the
front door of her house.

She opened the door into the dark house.  We went in, back to the
kitchen, and downstairs into the basement.  She closed the basement
door and led me down the stairs in the inky blackness.  I was blind
in the darkness, but she moved through the basement without
hesitation to the couch.

"Sit here, Sean.  I'll be right back."

I sat on the couch, wishing there was even just a pinprick of light
to see something by.  I heard Kayla on the other side of the room,
rustlings and the soft whisper of cloth heard only due to the
increased concentration on sound I was experiencing, thanks to the
loss of use of my eyes.

"Kayla?" I whispered.

"Shhh..." I heard from across the room.  I thought I heard a door
quietly creak, but I couldn't be sure.

There was a small line of light coming from the frame of the closet
door.  As my eyes adjusted to this minimal amount of light, I slowly
became aware of what was around me.  It was a familiar room, so the
furniture and walls quickly gained their proper place as I got used
to the light.  I could just make out the shape of Kayla standing over
by the closet door.

"Can you see anything yet?" she whispered.

"Not much," I said.  "What are we doing down here?  We're supposed
to be on a scavenger hunt."

She reached for the doorknob and opened the closet door just a
crack.  Light from inside the closet seemed to flood out of the
opening, and suddenly I could see Kayla standing there, the light
seeming to focus on her features.

She was completely naked, her pale hair loose and falling down and
spreading across her shoulders.  Her small breasts, white landmarks
on her tanned chest and stomach, were poking out of their hiding
place behind her blonde hair, her nipples rosy and erect.  The light
cascaded across her waist and narrow hips, highlighting her hipbone,
swathing her navel in highlights and shadow.  Her pubic hair, nearly
as pale yellow as the hair on her head, was but a deeper shadow at
the juncture of her legs.  She reached up and, with just one finger,
brushed her hair off her forehead above her eyebrow, the gesture less
one of unconscious habit as one of sensuous anticipation.

I was speechless.  I was riveted to the couch, and could not move so
much as an inch, so enthralled with the vision she presented was I. 
She stared at me for a moment, motionless.  The image of Kayla
standing there, innocent and beautiful, seared itself into my mind
for all time.

She walked over to me, the light haloing around her body, and sank
down onto the couch and into my arms.  We kissed, a wet and soft
joining that spoke of promise and fulfillment.

"I found my mom's list of the scavenger hunt items in her desk, so
I've already collected most of the items," she said softly.  "We have
about an hour to ourselves."

"You are a sneaky little devil," I murmured into her ear.

She chuckled throatily.  "Oh, yes, I am," she agreed.

Her head stretched back as I nuzzled her soft neck, my arms around
her and my hands reveling in the feel of her soft skin.  She twisted
in my arms, crossing her leg on my knee.  My hand fell quite
naturally down onto her tender butt, and as I caressed her she
squirmed against me in anticipation.

She impatiently lifted up my t-shirt, anxious to remove the barrier
of my clothing.  I helped her take off my shirt, and we both reached
for the snap of my shorts.  Kayla undid the snap, I lowered the
zipper, and she grabbed the shorts and tried yanking them down.  I
kicked off my shoes and lifted up my ass to help, and the shorts slid
down my legs.  As I was kicking them off my legs, Kayla was reaching
for my underwear and pulling them down.  She giggled as they got hung
up on my stiff cock.  Finally she got the various parts untangled and
the underwear down and off.  Almost immediately she reached for my
handle, grasping it in her small hand and pumping it up and down. 
She leaned over me, pressing me back into the couch, and hungrily
reached for my mouth with hers, connecting with me in a dance that is
as old as humanity.

She rolled over on top of me, still holding on to my swollen cock. 
I slipped down under the assault until I was on my back on the couch.
She was still holding my swollen cock as she straddled my leg, and as
she lightly hunched herself against my thigh I could feel the
droolings of her hot pussy.  She stopped sucking at my tongue and
dropped down to my chest, leaving me breathless and a little
overwhelmed.  She licked and sucked on the skin of my chest, and
moved down to tickle her lips and chin against the soft hair
sprouting below my belly button.  I tried to sit up, but she kept
pushing me back with her head as she lowered herself down on me.  I
felt her blow softly on the head of my raging cock, cooling and
drying the oozing pre-cum she was jacking from me.  My cock throbbed
in her hand, anticipating warm and wet contact.

Kayla did not disappoint.  She licked the tip tentatively, creating
a delicious fire in my loins.  My hips jerked up involuntarily,
trying to find a receptacle for my aching dick, but she was not quite
ready to provide that yet.  Her fingers found my sac and began
exploring as she licked at the helmet of my cock more
enthusiastically, holding my cock nearly vertical with her other
hand.  I didn't know what to do with my hands, since she was bent
over and examining my middle, so I let them run along her shoulders
and get tangled up in the fine mass of her long pale hair.  I could
feel one turgid nipple poking me on the top of my thigh, leaving a
trail of scorching heat back and forth as she moved on me.  It felt
like my eyes were rolling up in my head from the intense pleasure she
was giving me, and I was groaning from the pressures being inflicted
on me by her tongue and her hands.  She licked around and around the
head of my throbbing cock, occasionally wrapping her lips around the
stalk.  Saliva and pre-cum provided lubrication for her pumping hand,
moving slowly up and down.  My cock was so hard the skin was
stretched tight around it, so the moisture kept the feeling of
abrasion down as she worked her hand tightly on me.

Each pass of her tongue across the sensitive head created a series
of twitchings in the sympathetic musculature of my lower abdomen,
from stomach to thigh.  She must have been fascinated by the reaction
she caused, for she repeatedly returned to that spot to concentrate
her tongue's ministrations, leaving to explore further afield, but
always to return to the scene of the most intense reactions.

Finally, she took a sort of pity on me, and engulfed the entire head
of my aching member in her small, hot mouth.  My eyes bugged out with
the pressure as she sucked hard, her tongue in constant motion around
the intrusion between her lips.  She slowly, agonizingly lowered her
mouth further down on me.  I could feel the heat of her mouth
encasing my sensitized cock down, lower, until most of me was
engulfed.  Lips locked around me, she slowly raised her head up and
off me, until just the tip was inside her mouth.  She concentrated,
still holding my balls in her soft hand, and dropped back down on me.
The heat built up again, and her tongue continued to lick and caress
as she sucked.  She moved faster on my cock, mouth and tongue and
lips working to bring me to climax.  Her head bobbed up and down,
taking my hands for a ride, as she alternately sucked hard, licked
softly, and sucked hard again.  By this time, my hips were doing a
dance all on their own, and I could feel the explosion building.

"Ahhh... Kay... I'm... ahhh..." was all I could say before I felt the
contraction and pulse, releasing my pent-up essence.  She took it
all, kept on sucking on my spewing cock, accepting my load into her
mouth.  She swallowed, and the action created even more of a vacuum
in that hot, tight space that I could feel against my most sensitive
parts, and off I went on another series of contraction and pulse,
contraction and pulse, back and hips and thighs and stomach tensed as
the pleasure washed over me.

Finally, I collapsed back against the couch, spent.  I could feel my
abused cock soften slightly, even as she was trying to coax the last
of my cum from me with her lips and her hands.  She lifted up her
head to look at me, my cock sliding out of her mouth with a soft pop.
Her eyes were shining in the dim light, and I could see her smiling
as she swallowed the last of my load.  She shimmied up to lie on top
of me, and I hugged her close.  I lifted up her chin and kissed her
softly on the lips, and whispered, "Oh my God, Kayla, you didn't have
to do that."

"Didn't you like it?"  She looked at me, a little crestfallen.

"Oh, God, I loved it!  I just meant that... um... you didn't have
to... um..."

"You mean swallow it?" she finished with a giggle.  "I like it,
Sean.  Well, I mean, I'm not crazy about the taste, you know, but I
like doing it, and it just seemed like the right thing to do. 
Besides, I've heard that guys really like it when girls don't stop
when they cum," she said.

"Oh?  And where did you hear that from, missy?"  I looked at her,
amazed by what she knew and what she had learned in the past couple
of weeks.

I think she blushed a little.  Her body language, from the slight
hunching of her shoulders to the way she looked up at me through her
eyelashes, pointed to a mild case of embarrassment.  "Never you
mind," she said with a smile.

I held her in my arms and flipped over on the couch, pulling her
around so she was lying back on the couch and I was over her.  She
shifted her legs apart to accommodate my body.  I pressed my right
knee up against her hot pussy, feeling her oily lubrication leaking
out and coating my skin where we touched.

"Yeah?  And did your friends tell you about this?" I asked as I
tweaked first one nipple, and then the other, with a fingertip.  They
immediately jumped to attention.

"No, I don't remember them saying anything about that," she said
with a sigh of arousal.

"Or this?" I asked as I bent down and grasped one nipple between my
lips and flicked it with my tongue.  At the same time, I slid down
the couch a little so I could run my hand up the inside of her thigh
and brush against her flowered pussy lips.

She moaned as my fingers touched her folds.  "Mmmmm... no, they didn't
mention it..."  she lifted up her chest toward my mouth as I suckled
on her nipple.  She pressed her hands into the back of my neck to
push me further onto her breast, her anticipation building.  My arm
was around her, lifting her at the small of her back.  I was
thoroughly enjoying feeling her skin against mine as I sucked her
nipple and rubbed its nub with my tongue.  I tried to suck as much of
her small breast as I could into my mouth, nearly covering her boob
with my lips.  At the same time, my fingers were dragging through the
pool of her cunt, coating themselves with her oily moisture as I kept
peeling open her petals, from clit to the opening of her vagina.  Her
legs were splayed open, giving me complete access to her most
sensitive tissues, and her hips had begun an involuntary quiver as
her arousal grew.

I lifted off her boob and dragged my tongue across her chest to lick
and nip at her other breast, savoring the salty flavor of her skin
all around the soft mound, working in concentric circles toward her
swollen nipple.  As I clamped down on it with my lips, I plunged my
middle finger deep into her.  She cried out softly, her hips lunged
up trying to increase the depth of the intruding finger, and I felt
her pussy leak even more moisture out and onto my hand.  I pulled my
finger out, ran it up her hot folds to the delicate nub of her clit,
around and back down to plunge back into her.  I started a rhythm as
I finger-fucked her, timed to the movement of her hips, matching the
rhythm with my tongue across her turgid nipple.  Her breathing was
getting shallower, and there was a fine sheen of sweat across her
chest.  As I looked up into her face, she moaned again.  Her face was
flushed, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she concentrated on the
intense pleasure coursing up from her center into her overcharged
brain.  I kept on using my finger on her, occasionally adding the tip
of my index finger to slide just inside her hole for added
stimulation.  At the same time, my thumb found her engorged clitoris
and rubbed back and forth and all around the nub.

I slid down her body, her fresh odor guiding my nose directly to her
pussy.  I inhaled deeply, her pheromones speeding up my blood to make
my revived cock even harder.  My mouth was watering in anticipation
of tasting her.  I had found that I really, really liked licking and
tasting girls, and the signals racing down my nerves from tongue,
nose, fingers and skin inflamed my sensory receptors and diverted
blood flow directly into my already swollen cock.  I reached out with
my tongue, the tip just grazing along her flooded canal.  Her hips
jerked up at my touch, and she gasped for air, her hands clutching me
painfully by my ears.  I lapped up all the nectar between her folds I
could find, moving from swollen clit to vaginal opening and back
again, circling around her rigid nub.  Each time I flicked her clit
with the tip of my tongue, she huffed and puffed, hunching up her
hips to my mouth, and using her hands to push my head down onto her
for greater contact.  She was losing control quickly, which of course
was my goal, so I covered her lips with my mouth, stuck my tongue as
deeply as I could into her hole, and then started trilling against
her clit as I plunged two fingers into her and rotated them within
her cunt.

She lost it.  I'm not sure how else I can describe what happened to
her, other than to say she lost it, big time.  She screeched, the
breath being forced out of her.  She arched her back as she
surrendered to her orgasm, her small body lifting me up with her.  I
never lost contact with her clit or her flooding hole as she came, my
tongue and my fingers doing double duty as she bucked under me.  She
was practically pulling my ears off as she tugged my head harder into
her, working the sensations that triggered her climax.  I kept on
licking and sucking on her clit, her engorged lips, and her inner
folds all during her orgasm.  Her hips kept on churning as she
plummeted over the edge, gasping and straining, working the
sensations to their maximum effect, until she collapsed
back, exhausted, her hands finally leaving my ears to caress the
back of my head.  My tongue needed a break, so I stopped licking her,
and shimmied back up to lie next to her.  My fingers kept up their
sly manipulations, playing among her sensitive tissues and dipping
occasionally back into her heated center.  Each time I let my finger
explore her hole, her hips rose to meet it, but I thought that this
was purely an involuntary reaction of her body to the excitations of
her nerve endings.  Her brain had pretty much shut down during her
climax, and she was just now trying to grind the gears to get it
going again.

Finally she opened her eyes to look at me.  My face was wet and
shiny with her juices, and my ears hurt so much I was sure they were
red from being twisted and pulled.  I looked into her eyes, and saw
the moment when it registered in her mind that I was not done with
her quite yet.  She suddenly was aware of the swaying motion of her
hips as they cruised along to the tune my fingers were playing on her
instrument.  She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me up to give
me an open-mouthed kiss as she reached down to grasp my steely cock
once again.

She licked her lips, tasting herself from our kiss.  "I'm not sure
I like that taste," she whispered, "but you certainly seem to."

"There's nothing better in this entire world," I assured her.  I
wiped my face off with my hand, though, before leaning down to kiss
her again.

Our lips stayed connected, and our tongues began their searches
against each other again as I could feel both our temperatures
climbing.  It was obvious to both of us that we weren't quite done
yet.

Her hand on my dick got more insistent, while at the same time my
hand in her cunt became more demanding.  I was using two fingers on
her now, plunging them in and out of her more roughly than before.  I
rolled over on top of her, but she pressed up on my hips with her
hands and stopped me from going any further than that.

"No, Sean."

"I've got some protection, Kay, if you want..."

"No.  I can't do that, Sean, I'm too scared.  Let's just do it like
we were doing, okay?"

"Whatever you want," I assured her.  I rolled back off her and onto
my side, still using my fingers on her.  She resumed her actions on
my cock after abandoning it momentarily.  The couch cushion, her
entire crotch, the tops of her thighs, and my hand up to my wrist
were all soaked with her lubrication, and my fingers moved easily
within her.  At the same time, my pre-cum was flowing from the tip of
my cock, and she spread this moisture all down the length of my rigid
stalk.  She bent her neck over to reconnect with me, her mouth
opening and her tongue snaking out to lick my lips before pressing
harder to strengthen the seal.  Her tongue wrestled with mine,
thrusting and retreating in an echo of what she was feeling from her
sopping cunt.  We stayed that way, each heating up the other, until,
finally, she could take no more.  She broke our kiss and gave herself
up to her pleasure.  She threw her head back in ecstasy, eyes closed,
gasping for air, as all her muscles began to contract and relax in a
rhythm designed to throw her over the cliff of her extreme pleasure.

She came, spectacularly.  She clamped her legs together, trapping
my hand, and her fist, unbidden, squeezed and pumped on my steely
dick as the waves washed through her.  I felt my own muscles cramp in
sympathy, one hand trapped between her legs and the other arm wrapped
around her neck.  The waves of pleasure she was experiencing washed
from her into me through our mutual connections, my fingers being
squeezed within her pussy and my cock being roughly manipulated by
her pumping hand, and I came along with her.  I spurted harder than I
thought possible, four times, five, then six times, splattering her
from breast to hip with my seed.  Finally, groaning, I fell back
against the couch cushions, pulling my fingers out from her swollen
pussy lips.  She collapsed back, too, releasing my cock to cross her
arms across her breasts to hug herself.  I pulled her over
toward me, and she rolled over to rest her head below my chin,
oblivious to the milky white semen dripping from her.

"Oh.  My.  God." She whispered tiredly.

"Times two," I added.

"Any more and I don't think I could survive it," she said.  

"I'm not sure I survived this one," I answered.  My eyelids were
threatening to droop, I was so tired.

"You survived," she said.  "I definitely felt a glimmer of life in
you."  I could feel her smile against my chest.  She lifted her arm
and doodled with her fingers on my stomach as we lay there together.

"That wasn't me.  That was my evil twin brother.  He killed me and
took my place.  Sean's too fragile to survive something like that."

"Oh, yeah?  Well, evil twin, get up.  It's late, and we have a
scavenger hunt to complete."  Kayla sat up and swung her legs down. 
"Uh-oh," she said.  "We really made a mess here."  She was looking
down at her spattered body.

"It's even worse down here," I said, struggling to sit up.  "We
should have put a towel down or something.  Look at this cushion."

"Ewww.  It's a good thing my mom doesn't come down here very often,"
she said as she stood.  "I'll go get some washcloths so we can clean
ourselves up a little."  She walked toward the laundry room, her
narrow hips swaying just slightly.  If I hadn't already cum twice,
both times explosively hard, I might have felt my poor used cock
twitch back to life.  The contrast of light and shadow playing on her
backside, first revealing and then hiding her tan lines across her
lovely bottom and the white band across her back, created an image
for me of just how lovely and sensuous a young girl can be without
even thinking about it.  At 15, I was thinking of myself more and
more as a man of the world, and I couldn't think, at that point, of
anything that could be more precious than the sight of Kayla walking
away, blissful and unashamed of her nudity and her sexuality in my
presence.

But I had a real problem, and I knew I had to face it soon.  Kayla
and Molly, unbeknownst to either of them, were battling for my
attentions in my own mind.  As much as I enjoyed the affections of
them both, I was not happy about the deceits that I had inadvertently
created.  It was a conflict that I knew I had to resolve before too
long.

I stood up and stretched, and reached for my t-shirt and shorts.  I
heard water running in the laundry room, and a few minutes later
Kayla returned, dressed once again, and carrying wet cloths.  She
threw one at me.

"Here, Sean.  See what you can do about cleaning up that cushion
before it dries and stains the fabric."  Kayla walked around the room
with an air freshener, spraying the room to rid it of the odors of
our passion.

I wiped my hands and face, and began on the cushion.  How to break
the subject?

"Kay?"

"Hmmm?"

"Ummm... I need to talk to you..."

"Okay, Sean," she said.  She walked over and flipped on a light by
the television.

"You know... uh... Molly O'Toole..."

"Sure," she said.  "I know Molly and Josh, but I don't know Heather
very well."

"Yeah, well... ummm... Molly and I..."

"Are going out?  Yes, I know."

I sat down on the couch, a little stunned.  "You know?"

"Sure.  I heard Jake talking to Jaimie.  I think it's great, Sean. 
You and Molly would make a really cute couple."

"What?"  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  "Are you serious?"

Kayla came over and sat down beside me, taking my hand in both of
hers.  Her eyes were glistening in the pale light of the table lamp. 
"Sean, if I could, I would claim you for my boyfriend.  But I know I
can't.  You're in high school, and I'm still in middle school.  I
love you, and I love what we've been able to do together.  But I
can't compete with Molly O'Toole, not with her being able to see you
every day at school and all.  I'm glad for you, Sean.  I really am. 
Molly's a nice girl, and I like her a lot.  Go out with her, have a
great time.  Just don't forget about me, okay?"

At that, tears started to spill down her cheeks.  I really felt like
shit now.  She wiped her face with one of the damp cloths and
sniffled a little.  She stood up, looking down on me.

"But next year, when I get to that high school..." She left the rest
of her comment unsaid, but I understood perfectly.  All bets were off
next year.

I stood up and gathered her into my arms and gave her a tight hug. 
She pressed her face into my shoulder and put her arms around me,
clinging to me tightly.

"Come on, let's go upstairs before they send out a search party for
us," she said.  Her words were muffled as she pressed against me. 
"I've got the bag of scavenger items in the garage."  She let go and
took my hand, leading me toward the stairs.  I followed along, numbly
accepting direction from her as I tried to digest all that she had
said.

I will never ever understand girls, I thought to myself as we left
the house by the front door and snuck around to the garage.




(Continued in Chapter 15)


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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 15 -

VARSITY SOCCER


School was starting in a few days, and the fall sports teams were
busy practicing.  Football was practicing in the mornings, soccer and
tennis in the afternoons.  Josh and Jake had both tried out for the
football team, and had made the junior varsity team.  I was on the
varsity soccer team, playing my right defensive position behind Skip
Horvath, a senior and one of the stars of our team.  Skip was chosen
as All-Conference as a sophomore and a junior, and was second-team
All-State last year.  Given his reputation and skills, I wasn't
planning on a lot of playing time this season, but I knew he could
teach me a lot about the game.  Even though I wasn't a starter, I was
happy to be playing on the varsity team with Skip as my mentor.  I
knew that the position was mine for my junior and senior years, as
long as I didn't screw up somehow.

I had called Lori Wilkinson to see if it was all right to come over
in the mornings for the next few days, except for Wednesday.  My last
game with the soccer club was that morning, and we had to drive for
about an hour to get there, so I wouldn't have time to work with
Davey and Kip that day before I had to go to school practice.

When I got to the first practice, I was surprised to discover that I
was one of only two sophomores on the varsity team.  There was one
freshman kid, a backup keeper I only knew slightly.  He was Kristina
Mendoza's brother, Jorge, and, like Kristina, he had been playing
year-round soccer for years in Texas.  The other sophomore was Eric
Johnson, a teammate from club soccer.  Eric won nearly every foot
race he ever ran in, from grade school through middle school.  He ran
on the track team in the spring, but he preferred soccer over cross-
country in the fall.  Because of his speed and stamina, he usually
played midfield.  He wasn't especially skilled with the ball, but he
was so lightning fast that, like Jen Davies, he left his opponents in
the dust, making him very tough to defend.

The first day of practice was spent introducing everybody, from
players to coaches to equipment managers, getting the schedules
handed out, and assigning lockers and uniforms.  The rest of the time
was spent running on the track.  We did a one mile run, rested, a
half-mile run, rested, then wind sprints.  Eric and I were in pretty
good shape from playing so much during the summer, but some of the
kids were pretty wiped by the end of the afternoon.  After the last
sprint, we all pretty much collapsed on the grass of the soccer
field, gasping and sweating.  A couple of guys crawled over to the
sidelines and threw up, something the coaches duly noted.

The coaches ordered us in to shower up.  We all stood up to walk
into the school to the locker room.  Three or four teammates were a
little wobbly and needed support, and a bunch of others were still
breathing very hard, long after Eric and I and a few others had
managed to catch our breaths.  We straggled along, glad the day's
practice was finally over.

As I was sitting on the bench in front of my locker, removing my
soccer shoes and socks and shin guards, Skip came over and sat down
beside me.  He had already removed his gear and thrown everything,
including his sodden t-shirt, into a pile.

"You came out of that torture in pretty decent shape," he said.  "I
take it you played a lot this summer."

"Yeah," I said.  "I played on a recreational team this summer, and I
also played on a club team.  As a matter of fact, we have our last
game on Wednesday morning.  I wonder if I can get out of team
practice that afternoon."

He chuckled.  "This is varsity soccer, Porter.  No excuses for missing
practice.  You're gonna get your fill of running by the time you're
done on Wednesday.  Anyway," he continued, "we're having a little
soccer team party on Saturday over at my house.  Kind of a get-to-
know-your-teammate party.  You going out with anybody?"  I nodded. 
"Bring her along.  I've got a pool, so bring a suit and a towel.  I'm
telling people to get there anytime after about 1:00 in the
afternoon.  We'll throw something on the grill for dinner, but you'll
need to provide your own drinks.  No booze.  Okay?"  He got up and
walked away without waiting for an answer.

A senior talked to me like I was an equal!  And not just any senior,
it was Skip Horvath, one of the best-known and most popular kids in
school.  Now I felt like I had really made the team.  I went home to
mow our lawn, dog-tired but happy.




The next morning I rode over to the Wilkinson house to work with
Davey and Kip.  We went over to the park and began stretching, and I
told them that I could only work with them on the weekends, now that
school was starting.

"But will you come watch our games?" asked Davey.

"Sure I will," I said.  "Remind me to get a copy of your game
schedule from your mom when we get back to your house, okay?"

"Are you gonna be our coach during the games, too?" asked Kip.

"No, sport.  Your team already has a good coach.  I'll just be there
to cheer for you."

"Oh.  Will Molly be there too?"

"Maybe.  I can ask her, if you'd like," I said.

"Molly's a good soccer player, isn't she?" asked Kip.

"Yes, she is."

"Well, why don't the two of you be our coaches, then?"

"I think it's because you're supposed to have grown-ups for coaches,
Kip.  Molly and I are still kids, too, you know."

"Really?"  He had to think about this one.  "I guess you are, if you
are still going to school like Davey and me.  But you look pretty
grown-up to me, Sean."

I laughed out loud.  "Hey, thanks, pal.  But I really don't feel
grown-up.  I like being a kid, you know."

Davey looked at me as shrewdly as an 8-year-old could.  "Yeah," he
said, "being a kid is really all right, isn't it?"

"Come on, you guys, get up and get running.  I think you're just
saying this stuff to keep from working too hard," I said with a laugh
as I climbed to my feet.  "Ready?  Last one to that willow tree over
there has to be the monkey in the middle!"  And off we dashed,
running and laughing as we dribbled our soccer balls over to the tree.

Today I wanted to try to teach them about timing and space.  I had
Davey play defender while I had the ball, and Kip was about 20 feet
to the side, counting in seconds as the drill progressed.  Davey
started about 40 feet up from me, and on my signal started running
toward me to take the ball away.  At the same time, I dribbled up
toward him, and passed the ball to Kip when Davey got near.

"How many seconds did you count, Kip?" I asked.

His eyes were big and round, hardly believing his own counting. 
"Only two!" he said.

"How many seconds did you think it would take before Davey got to me?"

"About 20," he said.

"That's how fast you have to look around for a teammate, watch your
defender, and make a decision on what to do with the ball.  Two
seconds to do all that.  Can you do it?"

"Yes!" cried Davey.

"No!" cried Kip.

We did the exercise again, and Kip was closer to being right than
Davey was, but I wasn't disappointed.  It's an extremely hard physics
concept for little kids to grasp, time and two bodies in motion. 
I've had teenaged teammates who couldn't figure it out.  But I
thought that if I could get them to at least acknowledge the
difficulty, then they would be another step up on nearly every other
kid their age on the soccer field.  After several frustrating tries
at it, I finally had to make the defender start out nearly 100 feet
away from the player with the ball.  This gave them 4 or 5 seconds to
make their decision, and that was more workable for both of them.  We
worked on this problem off and on during the whole lesson, even going
so far as to chant during our water breaks, "One potato look, two
potato pass.  One potato look, two potato pass."

Two hours later, we were headed back to their house.  We played our
Heads-Up game with three soccer balls, but kept up the chant all the
way home, passing the ball as we said the word "pass".

Lori was on the front steps waiting for us when we got to the house,
standing at the front door.  She watched as we completed our last
passes as we came past the driveway and onto the front lawn.

"Who are these boys, Sean?" she asked.  "They are too organized to
be my Davey and my Kip."  She looked down at the boys with a smile on
her face.  "Who are you, and what did you do with my sons?"

"It's us, mom, really it's us," yelled Kip.  He ran up the steps and
hugged his mother around her waist.

"I know it is, Kip, I was just teasing.  I hardly recognized you is
all, you guys were so good at passing the ball!"  She looked at me,
eyes twinkling.  "Come in and get something to drink, boys."  She
held the door open for us, and we filed in to enjoy our customary
glasses of fresh lemonade.

"So this is the last summer lesson, I guess," Lori said as she
refilled our glasses.  The boys had run upstairs to get cleaned up,
and I was hanging around for a few minutes before going home for
lunch.

"Yes, it is," I said.  "I've got a game tomorrow morning, and school
starts on Thursday."

"Kip and Davey don't start until Friday.  This summer really flew
past.  It seems like it was only yesterday that it was Memorial Day
weekend."

"I know.  I've been so busy this summer with soccer and stuff that I
almost feel like I didn't get a vacation, and now school's starting
again.  Ugh!"

"Ah, but you did have a vacation," she reminded me.  "You got to
sleep in almost every morning, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah," I said sheepishly.  "But those days are gone now."

"I'm not going to feel that badly for you, Sean," she said with a
smile.  "I haven't gotten to sleep in since the boys were born."

It was time for me to go.  I stood up and carried both our glasses
over to the sink and rinsed them out while Lori rummaged in her purse
for my money for the lessons.  When she handed me the bills, there
was an extra ten dollars folded into the middle.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"It's for being so good with the boys," she said.

"No, Lori.  I can't take it.  They've been really good, and I've
enjoyed..."

"Forget it, Sean," she said, "you're taking it."  She wrapped my
fingers around the money, and then stepped in to me, pressing herself
up against my chest.  She kept her eyes open as she kissed me softly
on the cheek, her face slightly flushed.  I could feel the bumps of
her breasts against me.  Why hadn't I noticed before? I thought to
myself.  She's a couple of inches shorter than me.

She stayed next to me for a moment more, and reached up and gave me
another kiss, this one on the corner of my mouth.  Her dark eyes were
serious, depthless pools of brown and black.  She reached up with her
left hand and squeezed my arm before stepping away.  She seemed a
little flustered, and I know I was feeling the same way.

"Thanks, Sean," she said quietly.  "Thank you for everything."




(Continued in Chapter 16)

 

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