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Subject: {ASSM} Hard Promise (4/13, 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



- 4 -



After our last home game the whole gang was invited to a party at
Brittany and Jared Felson's house.  Brittany was a junior on the 
cheerleading squad, and her brother was our star running back.  
Since everyone was going to be at the game, we agreed that we would
go to Fabrice's for our usual post-game pizza, and then head over 
to the Felson house.  That would give Brit and Jared time to get 
home and get things set up the way they wanted before everybody 
showed up.

At the pizza parlor, Melissa was nervous about her parents finding 
out about the party, even though her curfew had been extended for 
this evening.  She ended up calling home from Fabrice's so that her
mother could hear all of us in the background.  This way, according
to Melissa, her mom wouldn't think she was with just one boy, but 
was safely enjoying herself in a large group.

We headed over to the party.  Brad and Lindsey were only going to stay
for a little while, and then they were heading off to one of their
secret hideaways by themselves.  They promised to be back at the party
in plenty of time to give Missy and I a ride home, as usual.  We got 
to the house as two more cars pulled up, and the whole large group of
us walked in and joined about 20 kids already at the party.  We found
where the sodas and snacks were put out, and helped ourselves before 
wandering off to find some of our friends.  The radio was playing and
there were some kids dancing in the family room.  We chatted and 
goofed off with a bunch of people scattered throughout the family 
room, kitchen and living room of the first floor, until somebody 
mentioned that there were more kids in the finished basement.  We 
found the stairway and went down into a large room, lit only by one 
light by the staircase and a few scattered candles.  There was a 
stereo playing softly, and we could see that this was a much quieter
crowd.  There were a couple of groups of kids, but mostly this was 
the "couples" area.  Once our eyes adjusted, we could detect couples
scattered on the floor around the perimeter of the room, taking 
advantage of the surroundings.  We stopped to talk with some friends
by the couch for a little while, but it was plain to both of us that
we were drawn toward an empty dark corner.

Eventually we found our way over to the corner, taking our sodas with
us.  We sat on the floor side by side and watched the dynamics of the
room for a little, occasionally commenting on some surprising pairings
that were being temporarily created by the tides and eddies of the 
party.  I slipped my arm around Missy, pulling her closer to me.  She
rested her head on my shoulder, her hand resting casually on my knee.

"We're nearly alone again," I said softly to her.  "Are you still
afraid?"

She turned to look up at me briefly, and then relaxed back against me.  
"Not yet," she replied.

I cupped her chin in my hand and gently lifted her head up and leaned 
down to give her a tender kiss.  She reached up with her right hand 
and tangled her fingers in my hair behind my ear as we kissed.

"But then, we're not exactly alone like we were last time," she said 
with a smile.

"True," I agreed.  "But I don't think anybody is paying any attention
to us anyway," I added.

She looked up at me seriously for a moment.  "And a good thing, too,"
she said as she pulled me down for another kiss.  We both slid to the
floor, facing each other.  Missy was next to the wall and I had my back
to the room as we rolled into each other's arms.  Our kisses became 
sweeter and hotter and more demanding as the room, and its other 
occupants, seemed to dwindle away from us.

Once again my hand found the bare skin of her lower back under her 
sweater, a sensuous strip of nakedness that created a delicious heat 
in my solar plexus.  I knew that this was not the place to continue 
our explorations of before, so I contented myself to this small 
pleasure.  As her tongue and mouth became more insistent, I felt her
reach down to my belt and tug my crotch into hers as she once again 
wrapped her leg around mine.  My rigid cock, standing up in my jeans,
pressed against her pubic area.  It seemed like I could feel the heat 
and moisture emanating from her crotch, and the sensation went right 
to my bloodstream, making my cock even harder, making my hips rub into
her.  Her hips started to bump into me, creating an exquisite pressure
pulsating between us, and I lowered my hand onto the firm cheeks of her
ass and pulled her into me.  She moaned into my mouth, and sucked my 
tongue into her insistently, and reached down to the small of my back 
with both hands and clenched me tightly to her.

I don't know if it was a conscious decision on her part or not, but she
had chosen to wear a pair of cotton blend pants with an elastic 
waistband this evening.  The harder, thicker material of my denim jeans
only had to transmit through two thin layers of cotton to create a 
rough and intense rubbing sensation against Missy's virginal slit.  
Almost without volition I slipped my hand under the elastic of her 
pants, and under her silken panties, to caress the bare skin of the ass
I had admired for so long.  As I ran my hand down onto her butt, she 
broke our kiss and pulled my lips to her throat.  I kissed and licked 
her from her ear to the base of her throat, thrilling to the softness 
of her skin, as she held me even tighter and jerked her hips into me.

All of a sudden she tensed, then frantically rubbed her pubic bone 
against my erection, and her breath caught in her throat.  I looked up
at her to see her eyes wide and unseeing, her bottom lip caught between
her teeth, her face tensed up in anticipation.  She rubbed against me,
and then her hips gave me one more hard bump.  The force of that last 
jerk caused my erection to hit and glide across her flowered pussy 
lips, stimulating her clitoris, and it sent her over the edge.  She bit
down on her lip harder, and she started to let out a squeak that 
climbed the register, until it became a soundless exhalation.  My hand
on her smooth ass pressed lower and harder until I could feel the 
secretions of her orgasm soaking her panties and oiling my fingertips.  

As she slowly relaxed and came down from her high, I slipped my hand 
out from her pants and hugged her to me.  She rested her cheek on my 
shoulder for a moment, and then lifted up to kiss me softly and 
sweetly.

"I guess I got a little excited there," she whispered.  "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah," I said softly.  "I'm probably going to walk funny for the
rest of the night, but other than that I'm okay.  Maybe even more than
okay."

"Oops," she said sheepishly.  "Am I leaving you in pain?"

"It's okay, kiddo.  Nothing that about an hour in a cold shower won't
cure."

She reached down between us and rubbed my erection through my jeans 
for just a second. 

"I don't think that's helping," I said to her in a bit of a panicky 
voice.

"No?  I'm sorry, Ray, it's just that all this is new to me.  Am I 
doing something wrong?"  She had a worried tone in her voice that 
calmed me down, even as her hand kept on running up and down my 
erection.

"No, you're doing something too right, but please stop.  I'm going 
to have an accident in my pants if you don't," I said as I held her 
hand still on my rampant cock.

"I don't want to be the source of your discomfort, Ray.  What would 
you like me to do, considering the surroundings?"

"What I'd like to do is continue what we've started, but somewhere else.
Considering the surroundings, though, I guess I'm just going to have to
put up with blue balls for the time being."  Missy looked hurt at that,
so I hurriedly added, "I'm just kidding, Missy.  I'm really fine…or at
least I will be in a minute."

I smiled at her, and gently removed her hand from my crotch, then kissed
her again.  We sat up against the wall and looked for our sodas.

"Was that the first time you've cum?" I asked her quietly.

She blushed and lowered her head, and looked up at me shyly through 
her eyelashes.  "Well…not the first time I've cum…but the first time 
I've had help."

"Wow, really?  I'm glad it was me, then, who was here to help you."

"I'm glad, too," she replied.  She had a mischievous smile on her face
that made her look very wise and very sexy.  I wondered what she was 
thinking.

When Lindsey and Brad came back to the party, they were both breezy 
and friendly.  I, on the other hand, was suffering from a bit of sexual
deprivation, brought on by our session in the basement.  Missy grabbed
our coats, along with Brad's keys, and told Lindsey that we were going
to warm up the car for them, and suggested that she and Brad take their
time.

We got out to the car and Missy started it up and put the heater on high,
then climbed into the cold back seat with me.  She immediately wrapped 
me up in a hug.

"I'll try to make it up to you sometime, Ray, I promise.  Be patient 
with me, okay?" she whispered.

I put my arms around her and bent down to kiss her.  She pulled my arm
from around her waist as we kissed, and took my hand in hers.  She then
placed my hand on her soft breast underneath her coat, and then dropped
her hand onto my thigh.  My cock immediately inflated to capacity and 
began throbbing.  Still kissing me hard, she moved her hand up to rub 
my erection through my pants.  I could feel the precum bubble out, 
moistening my underwear, just at this almost incidental contact.  As 
she stroked my rigid cock, I squeezed her breast, feeling her nipple 
expand and poke through the layers of cloth.  Missy unzipped my pants
and reached in to pull my fat cock out through the opening in my shorts.
It was my turn to groan and moan as my temperature climbed and my 
swollen cock pulsed in her tiny hand.  She looked over my shoulder 
and saw Brad and Lindsey walking out of the party, so she lay down on 
the back seat and rested her head on my lap, facing the seat.  She 
grabbed my coat and pulled it down to hide my erection, and brushed 
her hair across my lap.

"Tell them I'm tired and that you think I might be asleep," she said 
to me quietly, a gleam in her eye.

Brad and Lindsey got into the car, and glanced at us in the back seat.
In answer to their unasked question, I told them that Missy had fallen
asleep, tired from the long week.  They looked doubtful, but turned 
around and started driving off without comment.

Missy, meanwhile, had not relinquished her grip on my turgid cock.
As soon as she felt the car moving, she resumed stroking me, taking 
care to cover her movements as much as possible.

For my part, I was having considerable trouble keeping quiet during 
her ministrations.  I was breathing through my mouth, trying not to 
scream out loud, as the sensations coursed through me.  She was 
inexperienced but enthusiastic, and I had been on the edge for hours
at that point, so the end was near.

Suddenly I felt my balls constrict, and I clutched Missy's upper arm
in warning.  She was prepared, though, and continued to stroke me as
I started to cum.  She held a wad of tissues in her hand over my cock
as I spurted, her other hand continuing to milk me.  As the last 
feeble spurts pulsed, she removed the soaking tissues and gazed at 
the drops of sperm spilling down from the head to land on her fingers
as they were wrapped around me.  She reached out with her tongue and
licked the drops off, tasting a boy's cum for the first time, then 
lowered her lips around the head of my flushed cock, covering the 
entire head, and sucked hard.

I very nearly lost it right there.  My eyes nearly popped out of my 
head from the sensation her sucking caused, and my hips pressed up 
at her.  She held the pressure of her lips on me for a moment more,
then pulled my cock slowly out of her mouth and licked her lips as
she looked up at me with laughing eyes.  She tucked my deflating cock
back into my pants and relaxed back down into my lap and closed her 
eyes, pretending once again to sleep until we got to her house, where
she slowly raised up, as if groggy, and said good night to Brad and 
Lindsey.  She kissed me and held me close.

"I didn't want to leave you to suffer from blue balls.  Good night,
sweet dreams," she whispered to me.

I was astounded.  It was the last thing I expected to happen that 
night.  I was thinking that I would be jacking off half the night 
trying to relieve myself from the party, fantasizing about Melissa,
instead of enjoying a post-orgasmic laziness in the back of Brad's 
car.

She surprised me that night, and I think that was the first time I 
started to think that I might be in love with her.


(Continued in Chapter 5)

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