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   HARD PROMISE

by Rev. Cotton Mather



   - 1 -


It seemed like such a good idea at the time. Our anniversary was
coming up in a few weeks, and I had found a great deal on a vacation
to Bermuda that I knew my wife would really love.

You see, six years ago, for her high school graduation, her parents
gave her a trip to Bermuda. She traveled with three of her high-
school buddies, and it was one of the highlights of her life, she
says. Now, for our second anniversary, I was going to surprise her
with another trip to her dream destination, a place she calls the
most romantic place on earth.

It's a lot easier, according to some of our friends who have already
started having their children, to just pick up and go when you
aren't tied down with familial obligations. I guess that's true,
because the deals I see for people who can travel on short notice
to vacation spots are very good, indeed. And this deal was better
than even those, provided we leave in two days.

Naturally, I couldn't reach her by telephone, so I left work early
to try to catch her before she got too busy. She usually got home
from work around four in the afternoon, relaxed for awhile until she
knew that I would be on my way home, then start to make dinner for
the two of us.  We would eat around six o'clock, and she would run
out the door right after dinner, leaving me to clean up the dishes.
She's studying at night to be a chef, so our dinners tended to be
on the elaborate side. My wife loves to cook, and she considers it
her sacred duty to make sure that everything she prepares is done
just right. The result? I've gained ten pounds since our marriage.
My work is sedentary, shuffling paper at a big insurance company.
I try to exercise when I can, but my battle of the bulge is a
difficult one. I still tend to eat like I'm still playing football,
as I did in high school, and our large dinners and changed lifestyle
have conspired to adjust my profile. I do try to work it off a few
times a week doing horizontal aerobic exercises, if you know what I
mean, and my little sweetheart is always very cooperative, and even
enthusiastic. And I'll tell you, her efforts in the sack must give
her an even greater workout, since she's exactly the same size now
that she was when she was leading the cheers for good old North High.


*****


It was her cheerleading, actually, that first made me notice her. I
loved seeing her in those tight letter sweaters and short skirts,
shaking and jumping all over the football field.

I was a junior playing on the football team, and I loved watching
all the cheerleaders. I had a lot of trouble concentrating on the
game when I got to watching their backsides on the sidelines. Every
time one of them would jump up in the air, I would catch a glimpse
of white ruffled panties. Drove me crazy, they did. Of course, all
the cheerleaders were gorgeous and athletic, and a common
conversation among my fellow players when we were at practice or on
the bench during a game was to rank the cheerleaders (and all other
good-looking girls at school, of course) in the order in which we
would like to bop them. All during the season we would revise our
lists, taking into account changing tastes, how a particular girl
dressed on that particular day, or whatever rumor about a girl's
reputation might be running through the school. We based our
rankings on such things as "boob-alicious-ness", how a girl used a
straw or ate a banana, how easy we thought she might be, if we
thought a girl might be a screamer or a moaner, her reputation in
the school at large as well as in the locker room, or any of a dozen
other crude evaluation criteria. Over the course of the football
season my list changed according to my mood: sometimes it was Lisa,
a varsity cheerleader who was a junior and arguably the hottest girl
in the school, who was at the top of my list; sometimes it was
Micki, a petite freshman with big, pouting lips who, it was rumored,
was trying to earn her way onto the varsity cheerleading squad by
bedding any member of any varsity sports team in school; sometimes
it was Nicole, a senior who was on the yearbook staff and had been a
member of the student council since her freshman year who, according
to my buddies in the locker room, gave her dates exquisite hand jobs
on the third date - and no more, ever; but always, among the Top
Three on my list, was Melissa, a sophomore cheerleader. No "bad
girl" rumors ever surrounded her, no innuendoes about her sexual
prowess (or lack thereof), nothing but a general admiration for her
All-American good looks and her quiet pursuit of excellence in all
she attempted.

So there we all were, week after week, struggling through a mediocre
season on the football field, celebrating wins and consoling
ourselves on our losses in the same manner by converging as a group
at Fabrice's, a local pizza parlor that catered to the high school
crowd.

So that is where we all went after the game. We would all be hanging
out at the local pizza joint, the team and its hangers-on around one
group of tables, the cheerleading squads around another, and a whole
bunch of other students who had gone to the game all around us. And
there Melissa would be, sitting with her friends, always nearby,
always out of reach. She had to have known that I was attracted to
her. All my friends on the team knew she was always high up on my
list, and they would certainly never let a teasing opportunity go by
without taking as much advantage as I would let them take. And she
would always play it coy with me. Looking at our table out of the
corner of her baby-blue eyes, swishing her long blonde hair off her
shoulder, crossing and uncrossing her long legs, leaning back and
laughing at some clever thing one of her girlfriends said and
pressing her sweater tight against her boobs, all the time knowing
that my friends and I were over there drooling over the vision of
all that lovely cheerleader poontang sitting there, not being used
properly (in our oh-so sophisticated opinions anyway), and hoping
that, eventually, Fortune would smile down on us and grant us a
precious evening alone with the girl of our choice.

Okay, I admit it, we were young and foolish. And stupid. But Fortune
did indeed smile upon me one glorious fall evening that year.






   - 2 -


The night before our Homecoming football game, the school sponsored
a big bonfire out on the baseball field, and most of the kids from
the high school were there. The mood was effervescent, and my
buddies and I contributed to the manic energy by throwing huge logs
into the fire, laughing and showing off. Later, off in one of the
dimmer areas away from the giant fire, a bunch of seniors from the
football team were passing around a lot of cheap wine in grape drink
bottles, and most of the team was gathered around. Since the
quarterback, a senior, was hot and heavy with the head cheerleader,
a lot of her friends were there also, including Melissa.  Mutual
attraction exerted its gravitational pull on both of us, and pretty
soon we were standing side by side, shivering and stamping our
feet at the cold, taking sips and gulps from the bottles as they
were passed around, joking and chatting with each other and with
those around us.

By the time the wine had been by us four or five times, couples had
started pairing off into more private conversations. I had my arm
around Melissa's shoulder, ostensibly to provide a little warmth,
and our conversation got quieter and softer and more exclusive with
the mood around us. We were still just talking about easy stuff,
about teachers and coaches, dissing our friends, that kind of thing,
but there was an undertone we were both aware of, even if we weren't
actually acknowledging it. By evening's end we were holding hands
and laughing comfortably with each other like we had been doing this
for months. Later that night, back at Fabrice's after the bonfire,
our two groups had merged, and we were all sitting at a bunch of
tables moved together, still paired up and talking now as couples
instead of groups separated by gender. Brad, my best friend since
the sixth grade, gave me a thumbs-up when no one else was looking.

The next day was Homecoming. The cheerleaders were all marching
together in the parade, and the football team pretty much stayed
together and soaked up the cheers and good wishes from the town.
It's a great feeling to know that you are a part of all that good
karma, and my buddies and I really hammed it up. At the game we all
wanted to give back to the town and the school a team "thank-you"
for their enthusiasm and support, so we really played tough.
Everyone on the team concentrated on the game, so there wasn't the
usual goofing off on the bench that day. I did manage to glance
over at the cheerleading squad when I was not involved on the field,
and a couple of times I saw Missy watching me. It kind of gave me
the chills to think that she might like me as much as I liked her.
But the important thing at the time was that we played well, and we
won the game.

A week later a bunch of us met at the local movie theater and paired
off again. I don't for the life of me remember what the movie was
because I was so nervous. By the time the opening credits had
finished, Missy and I were holding hands and paying more attention
to each other's body language than to the movie playing on the
screen. By the end of the second reel, our knees were touching, and
I had my arm draped around her shoulder. She leaned in closer to me,
and stayed that way until the end of the film. We were still feeling
a little tentative, however, which made us sit up a little
straighter than we would have otherwise. My arm started to tingle
and fall asleep, but I was not going to remove it, no matter how
uncomfortable I got.

At the end of the movie, just before the house lights came up, I
painfully lifted my arm off her shoulder and started rubbing it,
trying to get some feeling back into it. Missy glanced at me out of
the corner of her eye, and started giggling. My first thought was,
'What the heck is she laughing at?', but I couldn't hold that
thought for more than a moment before I started chuckling, too. It
was kind of funny, I thought, to think that through most of a
two-hour movie I had no feeling at all in my arm, this arm that was
closest to this girl I was beginning to really like a lot.

We walked out of the movie holding hands, bundled up against the
cold, and joined our friends as we all piled into cars to go back to
the pizza joint. Missy and I jumped into my friend Brad's car with
about six other kids, and she sat on my lap the whole way. I was not
comfortable at all, seeing as how I had about a hundred and ten
pounds of cheerleader sitting almost directly on a part of me that
was getting distressingly larger and stiffer by the second, but I
wouldn't have traded the moment for anything. Missy, meanwhile, kept
on wriggling around, trying to make room for the other kids also
wedged into the car, and incidentally increasing my discomfort. She
made no indication at all that she felt me rising beneath her, other
than glancing over her shoulder at me occasionally and smiling, but
she certainly had to have noticed it.

By the time we got to the pizza parlor, I was in no small amount of
pain, and had difficulty straightening up once we got out of the
car. Fortunately, my coat was sufficiently long to hide my erection,
which managed to spring up once Missy got off my lap. Standing by
the car, she asked if I was all right, all the time trying to hide
a rather large grin behind her solicitude.  By the time I managed to
stand up straight she was already tugging me into the restaurant,
laughing and joking with everyone.

I imagine that nearly everybody remembers their first really good
kiss. My first really memorable kiss was with Missy later that night
on the ride home. Sure, I had been out with other girls before, and
had played suckface and grab-ass with a couple of them, but even at
the time I knew that they really didn't mean anything much to me.
But that night, back in Brad's car, it was just the four of us left.
Brad and his girlfriend Lindsey, me and Melissa. Brad and Lindsey
had definite plans for later, I was sure, and they were gracious in
agreeing to drop us off. On the way to Missy's house, the radio was
playing softly, and it was lightly snowing, making it seem like we
were the only people left in the world. Even with a center console
on his car, Lindsey was leaning on Brad's shoulder as he drove, and
Missy and I had our arms wrapped around each other in the back seat.
At least part of the reason we were so close was because of the
cold, but we both knew, also, that this night held something special
for us as a couple, that it kind of marked the beginning of our
relationship.

As we turned down Missy's street she turned to me, and her eyes were
soft and blue and wistful and irresistible. I leaned over her,
closed my eyes, and we softly kissed. And held that kiss for what
seemed like a year. Her lips were moving slightly against mine,
parted just a little, and her lipstick tasted of strawberries.
After we broke the kiss we gazed at each other, both slightly
breathless, both with nothing and everything to say, all of it left
unsaid. We came together again for another kiss, but this one had
the strength of a hunger behind it, and our embrace was tighter and
more demanding. She opened her mouth slightly and touched my lips
with her tongue, causing my internal temperature to flare. I reached
out just a little with my tongue, touching tips with hers, and
fireworks seemed to go off in my head. As Brad pulled into her
driveway we pulled reluctantly apart, breathing hard. Missy's face
was flushed, and she took a deep breath, and said, "Wow."

It's a moment that will live within me forever.


*****


By the time I came out of my trance, Brad was in front of my house
and anxious for me to get the hell out of his way so he and Lindsey
could head out to their favorite parking spot, so I said my good-
byes and headed into the house and up to my room. I was tempted to
call Melissa right away to try to make the magic of the night last
a little longer, but decided that I had better not call her house so
late and incur the wrath of her parents. After all, they were going
to get to know me very well quite soon, I was sure, as Melissa and I
became closer.

It was a very long time before I was able to go to sleep that night.







   - 3 -


And so it began. We started hanging out after our respective
practices ended, talking for as long as we could. Missy's mother
would always pick her up from cheerleading practice, and Brad was
just as happy to stick around and wait for me since that gave him
and Lindsey more time together, too. Missy told her mom that
practice was being extended by twenty minutes, a little white lie
to buy a little extra time for us. When she saw her mother's car
pull into the school lot she would jump up, give me a quick wave and
a smile, and run down the drive so her mother wouldn't see she was
sitting around talking to a boy. The good news about this routine
was  I really loved watching her run down the drive. The bad
news was that all the other football players who were still around
also were watching her appreciatively, which I didn't particularly
care for. Even Brad, as seriously in lust as he was with Lindsey,
took a moment out of whispering in her ear to watch Missy run, for
which he earned a killer look from Lindsey, along with a slug to his
arm that I'm sure stung for quite awhile. And, to top it all off, I
had a feeling that Melissa's name was going to be added to a few
more lists the next time we got around to revising them.

Missy's parents were very conservative and wouldn't allow her to go
out on a date. Group activities were all right, however, so the next
Friday we arranged to meet, as usual, at Fabrice's after the
football game. Brad and I had concocted a scheme to take off right
away from the pizza parlor and head out to one of the public beaches
with the girls. We made sure we had some beer, some wine, and lots
of blankets in the car. Missy was nervous about leaving her friends
at Fabrice's, but I thought she was as anxious as I was about having
a little time alone together, and that sentiment prevailed.

It was a clear, cold night. We brought along a large pizza and ate
it in the car at the beach, popping open the beer and wine at the
same time. The windows of the car were steaming up from the pizza
and the combined exhalations of the four of us, and we were all as
happy as it was possible to be at that age.

When the pizza was gone we all jumped out of the car, each with a
blanket or two, and we ran down toward the waterline. There were
fire pits built into the ground and we found enough sticks and wood
to build a small fire. The four of us dropped our blankets and ran
down to the lake, where Brad and I tried to teach Lindsey and Missy
how to skip stones on the water. Their efforts were pitiful, and we
all ended up falling on the nearly frozen sand, laughing until our
sides ached. As we were lying there catching our breath, Missy just
naturally rolled against me, and I wrapped my arm around her
shoulder and pulled her closer.

We all got up and headed back to our meager fire. It had burned
down to mere embers, giving us a point of reference, instead of heat
or light. Brad and Lindsey wrapped themselves under two blankets on
one side of the pit, and Missy and I spread one blanket on the
ground and pulled two others over us, covering ourselves from our
feet up over our heads. Within this dark cocoon we were insulated
from the cold and from the rest of the world.

As we lay there we were facing each other. I had one arm around her
neck, hand resting on her shoulder. I unzipped her heavy coat and
slipped my other hand under her coat across her waist. Gazing into
my eyes, she slowly unzipped my coat and threaded her arms inside
and around me, then lifted up her face to me. She closed her eyes,
and without saying a word, kissed me tenderly on the lips. Her lips
were soft and creamy and again tasted faintly of strawberries.  We
separated momentarily, remembering to breathe once again, then
slipped into another kiss. Her arms clenched, and heat suddenly
poured into the kiss as I felt her mouth open against mine and the
tips of our tongues met for only the second time. I felt more than
heard her moan softly, and I heard myself growl as sensations I had
scarcely imagined began coursing through my body. I couldn't seem
to get her close enough to me as my arms tightened. I felt her leg
reach around mine as if she, too, was trying to remove some distance
between us. By this time our tongues were wrestling with each other,
first within her mouth, and then inside mine. We were both breathing
heavily, sharing the close air underneath the blankets, and the air
temperature around us moderated with our exhalations and the release
of our body heat. My hand, already warmed, found its way under her
sweater to the soft skin beneath, and I pressed my palm against the
small of her back, luxuriating in the softness of her skin
overlaying the hard muscles just under the surface. In response, I
felt one of her hands snake under my sweatshirt and T-shirt,
caressing up and down my back and side. I ran my hand up the smooth
length of her back until I felt the tight band of her bra, and
slipped under the strap between her shoulder blades, and pressed her
even more tightly to me. I twisted, turning her under me so that she
was on her back and I was over her, still engaged in our kiss. My
hand slipped back down her back, then across her waist to her
stomach, still under her sweater. She broke the kiss, and I bent to
kiss and suck on her neck and earlobe, creating a purring sound from
deep within her. She stretched her neck up, giving me more to caress
with my lips, and she brought one hand up to the back of my head,
fingers running through my hair as she pressed me closer to her
sensitive throat. Her leg was still running up and down mine, her
knee creating contact from my upper thigh to nearly my shin. Her
breathing was ragged as she pulled my face up to indulge in another
open-mouthed kiss. I thrust my tongue deeply into her mouth, and
felt her lips and teeth nibble along its length. At the same time
she sucked in, drawing breath from my lungs into hers. My hand
slipped up to her small breast, and I could feel her nipple poking
into my palm through her bra. As I gently squeezed, her breath
caught, and she pushed my tongue out of her mouth with hers and
roughly entwined it with hers.

I broke the kiss and we both gasped for breath. She pushed her chest
up, pressing her breast into my hand as her mouth opened in a silent
scream. I bent to taste the skin at her throat again as I slipped my
hand beneath the elastic edge of her bra and cupped her soft breast.
She moaned and ran her own hand down from my back to grab my ass and
pull me against her, her hips bumping against my erection almost of
their own accord. I moved my hand across her chest, pushing her bra
up over her small breasts, and caressed her other nipple and breast.
I reveled in the shape and texture of her flesh, marveling in the
sensation of finally, actually touching sensitive female parts for
the first time in my life.

I slid down from her throat and licked and kissed around the
circumference of her breast, massaging the other one at the same
time. I took her engorged nipple into my mouth and sucked on it,
causing her to groan and hold my head close to her. I opened my
mouth wide and tried to suck in as much of her breast as I could,
until I felt her nipple against the back of my tongue. I then licked
my way over to her other breast and tasted it the same way. She was
moaning the entire time, and was slowly shaking her head back and
forth, lost in the feelings being transmitted from her aroused body.

Emboldened, I slipped my hand back down her as I was feasting on her
breast until I reached her waist and the waistband of her tight
jeans. As my fingers tried to wiggle under the denim, she stiffened
slightly and, grabbing my wrist, said softly, "No, Ray.  Please
don't."

I acquiesced and brought my hand back up to play once more with her
turgid nipple. I scootched back up and kissed her eyelids, her
cheekbones, her earlobes, and finally planted soft kisses on her
lips. As our lips touched, she once again opened her mouth and
stretched her tongue in search of mine. I squeezed first one breast,
then the other, as our tongues battled, alternately pinching and
caressing each distended nipple in turn. Finally, almost as an
antidote to the intense heat we were generating for each other, our
mouths slid apart, leaving trails of moisture along each other's
cheeks, and our arms and hands left their caresses and moved to each
other's back, each of us pulling the other into a fierce hug.

"Oh, Ray," she whispered in my ear, "I'm afraid."

Surprised, I arched back and looked into her eyes. They were soft
and doelike in the darkness of our hideaway.

"Why are you afraid?" I asked her.

She pressed herself back against me, hugging me, and didn't answer
for what seemed like a long time.

"I'm afraid of my feelings for you," she said so softly I almost
couldn't hear.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say anything. I did
kiss her again, though, and it must have been the right answer,
because she kissed me back, hard.

Just at that moment we both heard a keening wail that started low
and quiet, and built up into a very loud, ululating cry. It seemed
to come from just on the other side of our fire pit. It caused us to
sit up in alarm and look over at the pile of blankets just beyond
the embers. All we could see was the pile jerking up and down, and
then stopping as the cry faded into the night. When we realized that
the sound was coming from Lindsey's throat, we looked at each other
and began to giggle and extricate ourselves from our own twisted
covers. When the blankets fell off us, the cold air hit us hard
enough to take our breath away as we struggled to rearrange our
clothes and zip up our coats. As we were getting up and folding our
blankets, Brad and Lindsey emerged from their shelter, clothing
completely disheveled. They saw us and stopped, apparently having
forgotten that we had come with them, then looked at each other
sheepishly. They stood up, blankets around them, and hustled off
toward the woods, away from the dim firelight, to put their clothes
back on. They walked back toward us in a few minutes, arm in arm,
and we all started laughing again as we packed up our gear into
Brad's car.

As we climbed into the car, Brad started it up. We were waiting for
the car's interior to warm up, cuddled together two by two, when
Brad said, "Sorry about that, guys. We didn't realize we were making
so much noise."

This caused us to break up laughing again at the ridiculousness of
the situation, four voices raucous in the enjoyment of their youth.

"Just drive, Bucko", said Lindsey, giggling.

All the way back to Missy's house we were holding tightly onto each
other, alternately kissing with a newfound passion and gazing
wordlessly into each other's eyes, until all too soon we were
pulling into her driveway. Almost immediately her porch light came
on, so she reluctantly let go of me and slid over to the door. She
leaned back over and gave me one last scorching kiss, then opened
the door. With a soft "Good night", she left me cooling and suddenly
lonely in the back seat.

I stared into nothingness, thinking about Missy and the evening
until Brad dropped me off at my house.



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