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Cotton Mather" <revcottonmather@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <Sea1-F15uH4LO1YNLbc0001784a@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 01 Mar 2004 14:58:37.0177 (UTC) FILETIME=[ACDF4E90:01C3FF9D] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 01 Mar 2004 08:58:36 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} NEW Playing the Game III: The Competitive Edge, Ch. 19 Lines: 574 Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 19:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/46999> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Sorry about the delay in getting this chapter out. RL happens, and all that. At any rate, I hope we are all enjoying the ride. RCM Rev. Cotton Mather Senior Pastor, Church of the Erotic Redemption http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ReverendCottonMather/www http://www.storiesonline.net **If I had to do it all over, I'd do it all over you** _________________________________________________________________ Take off on a romantic weekend or a family adventure to these great U.S. locations. http://special.msn.com/local/hotdestinations.armx <1st attachment, "CE19.txt" begin> --------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to the Church of The Reverend Cotton Mather. This story is the sole property of the author, and may not be copied or downloaded for the intent of profit. Permission is freely given for anyone to download or copy for their personal pleasure or use, as long as there is no intent to charge money or barter for the privilege of acquiring this material. (copyright 2004, Rev. Cotton Mather) E-Mail all comments to RevCottonMather@hotmail.com Don't be shy! I enjoy hearing from you. --------------------------------------------------------------------- THE COMPETITIVE EDGE: PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK III by Reverend Cotton Mather - 19 - CUTE BUTTS True to her boast, Kayla found a new way to wake me up in the morning. We were sleeping together on one of the double beds in our hotel room, having fallen into slumber as we snuggled beneath the covers. Sometime during the night Kay had stolen the blanket, and one side of me had gotten cold enough I woke up. I moved closer to her and pulled the covers back over me and went back to sleep, with Kayla's body heat warming me. As morning approached, she must have backed into me and woken up with my morning hardon pressing against her butt. She coaxed me awake as she pulled my hard cock through her legs to rest against her bare pussy lips. She idly rubbed on the head, and it was this stimulation that finally dragged me up from the well of slumber. I started to stretch, an unconscious reaction to waking, and as my back arched, my pelvis moved against her backside. My cock slipped through her pussy, and the contact started her glands. Moisture began gathering and transferring to my rod, hot and exciting moisture. Kayla was using just her thumb and index finger to play with my cock as I slipped my arm around her. I was fully awake by then, aware of my situation, and willing to take any advantage my Luscious was going to grant. I grasped her breast and pulled her back to me, and I began to nibble at her exposed neck. Kayla giggled and tilted her head a little, giving me more access to the tender skin under her ear, and she grabbed my cock in her fist and began to jack me in short, hard strokes. It was almost like she was pretending to be a boy, with my cock jutting out from between her legs. As I played with her boob and pinched her nipple, her pussy drooled more lubrication out onto the shaft of my cock. It was getting slippery down there, and I was feeling the need to bury myself in someplace dark, warm, wet, and cozy. Kayla must have been feeling the same way, because she didn't complain when I flexed my hips back and my cock slipped away from her hand. I hunched, and she helped me by doing something with her hips that allowed the head of my cock to easily find the way. She sighed as I took hold of my cock and guided it to her opening, and began to slide home. "You are such a tease," I roughly whispered into her ear as my cock found its way. "Me?" she replied, glancing over her shoulder at me. She clutched my hand to her breast, squeezing me hard against her sensitive flesh. "It seems to me you are the one taking advantage here." "I wouldn't call it taking advantage," I said. This was a new phenomenon we were experiencing, and it came to me in a flash of what I thought at the time was prescience. We were actually having a conversation as we were making love, instead of grimacing and groaning and concentrating on achieving the peak in the shortest amount of time. It was less intense, but quite loving. "I would say it was more a case of accepting that which had been offered." I bumped into her for emphasis, and I felt her tense up just a little as the sensations burst through her. In response, she tightened up her vaginal muscles against me, temporarily impeding me from stroking into her. It was my turn to tense up. "Accepting an offer?" She was continuing the conversation, but once she started squeezing my cock with her pussy, I was having a little trouble keeping track. "There I was, sound asleep, when I was accosted... accosted, I tell you!... by an unknown appendage. I was merely investigating when you interceded." "Mighty big words for a high school junior," I said. "Is that what I'm doing? Interceding?" "Oh, yes," she sighed. "Interceding. And well, too." She bumped her ass back against my groin. "Do me a favor? Could you intercede a little faster?" I had vowed to myself a long time before to never disappoint this girl, and this was a good time to prove myself, I decided. "Your desire is my command," I said, and I bent to my task. With enthusiasm. Before too long, we had the bed sheets thrown to the foot of the bed, I was holding Kayla's leg up in the air, and I was pounding into her hard from behind her. She was grunting every time I bottomed out in her, and the bed was rocking and thumping with our efforts. I was sweating, and Kayla's skin glowed with her own sheen of perspiration. Her tight ass jiggled each time I thrust into her, my pelvis hitting against her, and my balls were swinging like they were hinged. I loved watching her ass cheeks undulate as I pounded against her. I was in a zone, seemingly calm as I worked her, waiting to feel her tumble over before I was going to allow myself to come. It felt like we were building together to give her a massive orgasm. I was moving as fast and as hard as I could, giving her no respite. Kayla was more passive because of the restriction of movement her position demanded of her, but she was doing what she could to contribute, squeezing and relaxing the muscles of her lower body. I pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her back. She began moaning at the loss of sensation, the lack of the feeling of being filled. "Oh, no, don't stop," she began. I wordlessly grabbed her by her ankles and pushed her legs back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. I thrust back into her roughly, my cock immediately buried fully inside her. "Ah," she moaned, and she let her legs rest on my shoulders. She was rolled into a tight little ball, completely open to me, with her cunt tilted up for maximum depth, and I took advantage. I began to fuck her hard, and she continued her climb up. A pillow cushioned her head from the wall, an inadvertent layer of protection from a possible concussion as we continued with our frenzied coupling. I stayed on her like that, grimacing and clenching my teeth with the effort, until I felt the subtle changes in her. Her pussy got a little wetter and a little hotter, her breath began hitching raggedly, and she was nearly there. I dropped my head down and nipped at her left nipple, pressing her legs even harder up against herself, and that was the last bit of stimulus she needed. She screeched, her voice high and breathy, and she clutched her hands to the back of my neck and tensed up, pulling my mouth harder against her breast, and she came. Spectacularly. She could hardly move, rolled up as she was, but her pussy exuded a fresh batch of fluid, and her body began to tremble. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth was stretched open in a rictus of pleasure, and her arms squeezed against me. I felt her liquids oozing down my balls and pooling beneath us, and the combination was all I needed to join her, and I jettisoned my essence to splash against her spasming walls and her cervix. Her body accepted my offering, and it triggered another seizure within her. Her pussy muscles rippled as they worked to milk my cock of all it contained, and I felt my balls contract as they offered up the last of my sperm for her. Kayla cried out again, the sound forced from her overwhelmed body, as I collapsed down on her. Her legs slipped from my shoulders and slid down my sides until they were splayed out on the bed. Only then did her body begin to give her a respite as her muscles relaxed in the aftershocks of her rolling orgasms. I pushed my chest up from her and looked down at her. She was flushed, bright red from her forehead down across her chest. Her nipples and areolae were bright red, swollen and tender looking. Her diaphragm was working to get oxygen into her lungs, and she was sweaty where we were still connected, my slowly softening cock still buried deep inside her. In one of those quirky moments that help to make life even more worthwhile, our morning had turned from a tender moment of lovemaking into a sweat-filled fuck session, but there were no complaints from Kayla or me. We were lying side by side recuperating from our aerobic wake-up when the telephone rang. Kayla picked it up, but it was for me. I took the phone from her. "Yo," I said in my very best Rocky voice. "Yo yourself," said Spencer. "Time to rise and shine, Soccer Boy. Breakfast with the team in fifteen." "Thanks, man," I said. "I'll be there." I crawled out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. Just before going in, I turned back to look at my love. She was lying on her side, her arms tucked, as she watched me. "I've got to shower, and I've got to hurry," I said. "I've got to be downstairs in fifteen minutes. No goofing around this morning." Kayla rolled her eyes. "As if I have any energy left to goof around," she said. I wasn't sure I believed her. Sometimes Kayla showed me she had a nearly insatiable side. She did have more willpower than I, though. She didn't join me in the shower. I was a little bit relieved, and a little bit disappointed. I was completely worn out, but it would have been a nice morning if we could have just stood together in the shower. 'As if we would be able to do just that,' I reminded myself. If she had shown up, I knew I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands to myself, good intentions or not. The shower refreshed me. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the bedroom. Kayla was still in bed, and she had pulled the sheets back over her. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was asleep. I tried to be quiet as I stepped over to my duffel bag by her side of the bed. I bent over to rummage around, looking for clothes, when I felt Kayla's hand run up my thigh, underneath the towel, and up to my ass. It surprised the hell out of me, and I jumped up and whirled around. Kayla was trying to suppress a giggle as she watched my antics. "I thought you were asleep," I said. "I was kind of dozing when I heard you," she said. "I opened my eyes, and you were sticking your big butt in my face, so I thought I'd cop a feel." I shook my finger at her in mock retribution. "I want you to love me for my mind, not my butt," I said. "Oh, I do," she said with a smile. "You can't help it if a cute butt is attached to your desirable mind, though." That rocked me back a little. Girls had cute butts, not guys. It had never occurred to me until that moment that girls might look at a guy's body, just like guys liked looking at girls. Suddenly I was hit by a severe attack of the shys. 'Jesus, Porter, you're embarrassed,' I realized with no small amount of dismay. How could that be? I must have turned red, because Kayla let out with a startled laugh, and she jumped out of bed. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down so she could kiss me. "Oh, Seanie, it's all right," she said as she hugged me. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Girls can think about guys, you know. And you are a very good-looking guy. All my friends think so, too." "I'm not sure that makes me feel any better," I said. "Guys are just... guys. I've never considered if a guy is good looking or not." "Really?" She pulled her head away so she could look me in the eye. "Sometimes that's all the girls I know can talk about." She shook her head. "Some of them can be so shallow sometimes," she said, almost to herself. "Who? Like, Jaimie?" "Oh, no, not Jaimie," said Kayla. "She's only got eyes for Jake. I don't think she even realizes other boys exist." "Jake will be happy to hear that," I said. Kay reached up and grabbed my ears. "Don't you dare say anything to him," she said seriously. "He's in love with her, she's in love with him. He doesn't need to think she's being obsessive or anything." "Okay, okay," I said. "Just don't hurt me." I reached up and gently pulled her hands away from my ears. It was her way of getting my attention, but having her nearly naked in my arms was attention enough, especially with me just wearing a barely closed towel. "Oops," she said with a smile. "Sorry, Sean." She stood up on tiptoe and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now, if you'll pardon me, I need my beauty sleep." She crawled back in bed and pulled the sheet back over her. I just stood there for a moment, gazing down at her. "No, you don't," I said. "If you were any more beautiful, you wouldn't be human." She didn't answer, but she did look pleased. I found my clothes and hurriedly dressed before the temptation to stay with her overtook me. _________________________________________________________________ I got downstairs just in time. I grabbed my food and slid into a seat at a table with Spencer, Jesse, and Bryan when Pick and Eddie walked in. Pick looked around the room, and headed for the buffet line. We had more film to watch this morning, and then a practice after that. We were having a team lunch with the press and the organizers of the tournament, and then our afternoon and evening was our own. I had just left my Luscious, and I was already looking forward to seeing her again in a few hours. After breakfast we filed into a conference room that was set up with a projector and a portable screen. Stan Harvard was already there, threading film into the projector, as we settled into seats. Pick ambled up to stand in front of the white screen. "We got two pieces of film to study this morning, gentlemen," he said. "I want you to take a look at our game against North Carolina first. We're going to be critiquing ourselves pretty severely, all of us. I believe we've got some holes to plug, and you can bet that the Tarheels will find 'em if we don't get rid of 'em." Stan gave Pick a thumbs-up to let him know he was ready with the film. Pick nodded and continued, "The second film will be another South Carolina game. You all saw them play against Maryland, and today we're going to watch them in a non-conference game they played a couple of weeks ago against Indiana." He looked around the room at his players. "Y'all pay attention, now. This ain't no kid stuff. We got some work to do between now and tomorrow noon. Okay?" With that, Stan started up the projector. Eddie, stationed by the door, flipped the light switches, and we spent the next two hours watching the games. There was no sound with the film, but Pick stayed up by the screen and provided his own commentary. We paid attention, and we learned. __________________________________________________________________ Kayla and I spent the afternoon with Eric and Keisha poking around the Smithsonian. It was a cool and rainy day, a good day to spend indoors, and we took our time in the various halls and exhibits, wandering around pretty much aimlessly, holding hands. We ate a light supper at a place near the Georgetown campus, and we called it an early night. We took a cab back to our hotel, and I lingered outside while Kayla went in. I watched through the revolving door until I saw her get into the elevator, and I strolled in, trying to look casual. I did the same routine as the previous night, wandered around the lobby and the restaurant looking for teammates, trying to offload any suspicions. Luke was sitting at a table in the closed lobby bar, playing gin with Spencer. Dan Ortega was slouched in a third chair, watching the play and looking bored, and Frenchy was standing behind him with his arms crossed. I pulled another chair over and sat down opposite Dan. "Did you just stay here all day, Dan?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. "Boring as hell. Nothing to do." "Why didn't you go out with somebody?" "Raining," he said. "Cold. Lazy. Take your choice." Luke slapped a card down on the pile, upside-down. "Gin, you sly bastard!" he cried. "I finally got you!" Spencer laughed. "Just don't do that victory dance like the last time," he said. I looked inquiringly at the guys. Dan shrugged. "Goldman's been cleaning Luke's clock," he said. "Luke won his first hand finally, and he did a jig around the table to celebrate. It was pretty freakin' funny." "Hey, you know how it is," said Luke, not the least bit embarrassed. "You've gotta enjoy the few wins against this asshole you can manage. I never seen anybody so lucky at cards." Spencer shrugged expressively. "Some guys are lucky in cards, some are lucky in love." All three glanced quickly over at me. Frenchy just stood silently, watching the interaction. I expected him to launch into an explanation about how the French were the world's greatest lovers, but he stayed uncharacteristically quiet. "What?" I tried for an innocent look. From the expressions on Luke's and Spencer's faces, I failed. I stretched and faked a yawn. "I think I'm going to head upstairs," I said. "Curfew is ten tonight," Luke reminded me. I gave him a warning look, and glanced at Dan to see if he had noticed Luke's slip. "I'm heading up now," I said pointedly. "Oh. Yeah, okay," said Luke. It was lame, but maybe it would pass right over Dan. He still was desultorily sitting there, seemingly uninterested in anything going on around him. Frenchy was watching me with a calculating look on his face. It made me nervous as I walked away, as if there was a gun aimed right between my shoulder blades. It got worse once I got to my room. I called Kayla to tell her I would be up sometime after ten, and I could tell right away she was upset. "What's the matter, sweetie?" I asked. "Sean, I... I think you should stay in your own room tonight." "What? Why?" She was very hesitant. "Just before I got in the elevator, your coach - Coach Pick? He came out of the restaurant. He looked right at me, Sean. I think he recognized me." "No, couldn't be," I assured her. "He only saw you, what, that one weekend? That was two years ago, Kay. He may have seen you, and he may even have thought he might have met you before, but there's no way he would remember where or when. He's way too busy, and he's met way too many other people since then." "Still, it's just one night..." "I don't want us to spend our last night together... not together. You know?" "Sean..." "It'll be okay, I promise. Just wait for my call, okay?" She was reluctant, but she finally agreed. "Okay, Sean. I'm nervous about it, though." "No sweat," I said magnanimously. "I'm in tight with Pick's team leaders. It will work out." She sighed. "You're sure?" "I'll call you when I'm on my way up to you," I said. I took a shower and put on my running shorts and another tee shirt. I turned back my bed and switched the television to TBS. They were warming up for Halloween by showing some of the better horror or suspense movies on the weekends, and tonight's movie was "Jaws." Richard Dreyfuss was doing his Duddy Kravitz laugh, Roy Scheider was playing the neurotic sheriff, and Robert Shaw chewed up scenery right up until he himself was chewed up by Bruce the Shark. In a dark and quiet room, it was still, even nine years later, an intense and nail- biting film. I watched avidly, and Luke settled in to watch, too, after he came upstairs. We were quietly watching as the movie built up its suspense, and the knock on the door was startling. I got up and answered. It was Eddie, doing his room check, and I opened the door for him and got back to the movie. Eddie stepped in to see what we were watching, and he got involved in it for a few minutes, too. At the next commercial break, he remembered his duties. "Gotta go check the other rooms," he said, almost as a reminder to himself. "See you men in the morning." He closed the door behind him, and Luke and I stayed where we were, engrossed in the movie. As bits of the exploded shark began drifting to the bottom of the ocean, I suddenly remembered Kayla. I jumped up and called her. She sounded sleepy when she picked up the phone. "I'm coming up," I said. "It's so late," she said groggily. "Open the door for me," I said, and I hung up. I grabbed my stuff and waved to Luke. I opened our door slowly, peered out, and saw the coast was clear. I hustled over to the stairway door and took the steps two at a time up to the sixth floor. Kayla was waiting for me with the door propped against her bare foot. She smiled at me and gave me a quick, small kiss before stepping aside and letting me in. "Sorry," she said. "I think I was asleep. I'm glad you're here." She was wearing a long Winnie the Pooh nightshirt. Her pale hair was loosely tied back and a little disheveled from her pillow. She looked vulnerable, and completely lovely. We climbed into the double bed and snuggled together. Considering how tired she seemed, I was willing to lie there in her arms and let her fall back asleep, and it seemed like that was what she was going to do. She relaxed against me, and her breathing steadied out. I contented myself with having her next to me, and I began to think about how nice it would be to spend the rest of our lives together like this, sleeping side by side. Her little nap must have revitalized her, though, because before too long I felt her stirring next to me. She tightened her arms around me, and she lifted up her face to mine and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a last good-night kiss, but it turned into something else, and before long we were turning toward each other, pressing our bodies against each other, and letting our hands wander along some of the interesting contours we encountered. I had just run my hand under the hem of her nightshirt, and was caressing her butt cheek, when she opened her mouth against mine. Her tongue darted out to touch the tip of mine, and the contest was on. This was not one of those heated and hurried couplings, but was evolving into a tender lovemaking session. Not the burning heat of the previous night, but more of a steady, slow rising that would eventually build into a substantial mutual climax. We pleasured each other, each doing a little giving and a little receiving, until, toward the last, Kayla finally rolled over onto her back and pulled me on top of her. She reached down between us and guided my cock into her pussy, and as I slid into her welcoming depths, she arched her back, sighed, and held me tightly to her. For me, it was like coming home. I was where I always wanted to be, where I felt I belonged. We fit so well together, I thought as we made love. We move so well together. This can only be forever. No sooner had these thoughts crossed my mind, as we slowly and lovingly built each other up, when the jarring sound of the telephone on the nightstand rudely intruded itself. 'Don't answer, don't answer,' I silently pleaded as we stopped moving together. Kayla opened her eyes, and I saw the fear in them. With me still on top of her, buried deeply inside her, she twisted around and picked up the telephone, and everything changed. Damn it all, everything changed. (Continued in Chapter 20) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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