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Subject: {ASSM} Hard Promise (3/13, plus P.S.) by Reverend Cotton Mather (mf, rom)
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Welcome to the Church of The Right 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 2001, Rev. Cotton Mather)
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HARD PROMISE
by Reverend Cotton Mather

- 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 is I really loved watching her run down the 
drive.  The bad news is 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 think 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 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 herother 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 renewed 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, and with a soft "Good night", 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.
	

(Continued in Chapter 4)

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