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HARD PROMISE
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 7 -



On the night of the Snowflake Dance, we were meeting three other 
couples at a seafood restaurant called Chesapeake Bay for dinner 
before the dance.  I drove over to Missy's house to pick her up at 
5:00.  Mrs. Samuelson opened the door after I rang the bell, and 
ushered me into the living room to wait for Melissa to finish 
getting ready.  Mr. Samuelson joined us, a camera in his hand, and
Megan was with him.

"Well," she said, "if it isn't the jock with a brain.  Ray, isn't it?"

"Hello, Megan," I said politely.  "How's your indoor soccer team 
doing?"

"I'm on two teams, and both of them are winning more than we're losing,"
she replied.  "Which is more than you can say about your football team 
this year."

She was trying to get under my skin, I could tell, but I wasn't going
to fall for her trap.

"You are absolutely right about that," I said.  "We did kind of suck,
didn't we?"

She looked surprised that I would admit it, and it shut her up for a
few minutes.  Just then, we heard Melissa come down the stairs, so we
all went out to the entryway.

She was so lovely she took my breath away.  Her long blonde hair was
piled elaborately on her head in swirls and curls, with just a few 
strands artfully escaping along the back of her neck.  Her dress was
a low-cut powder blue spaghetti strap number that accentuated her 
narrow waist and revealed just a hint of cleavage.  She was wearing 
her pearl pendant on its gold chain, and it was resting on the 
flawless skin below her throat.  It was a tossup whether the pendant
enhanced the throat, or the throat enhanced the pearl.

"Humma humma," was all that would come out of my mouth.  I was in awe
that this extraordinary creature had consented to go out with me.

Even Megan seemed to be standing there with her mouth open, as if in
shock.  Mrs. Samuelson went up a few steps to meet Melissa and fussed
with her skirt a little, then stepped back to admire her oldest 
daughter.

"Okay, kids, let's get some pictures here," cried Mr. Samuelson, 
breaking the spell.  He lined us up and took practically a whole roll
of photos of Melissa alone, Melissa and me, Melissa and Megan, 
Melissa and her mom, Melissa and Megan and me, then handed the camera
to me and instructed me to take a couple of family photos.

By the time we finally were able to get out the front door I was 
seeing spots before my eyes from all the flashes from the camera.
We were both relieved to be out of the house and on our way.

We walked into the restaurant, already crowded with the usual 
Saturday night crowd compounded by quite a few tables filled with 
kids heading to the dance, and found Brad and Lindsey already at the
table, along with Jared with his date Mattie.  As we sat down, the 
fourth couple in our party, Marcus and Katie, spotted us and made 
their way to our table.

"Boy," said Jared, 'I thought Mattie's parents would never get done 
taking pictures."

"I know what you mean," said Marcus as we all nodded our heads in 
agreement.  "You should have seen us.  Katie had to have her picture
taken with every one of her brothers and sisters, plus a couple of 
cousins, then the aunts and uncles and moms and dads.  I'm half 
surprised they even remembered that I was there."

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," said Katie.  'Just because I have a big 
family doesn't mean it took any longer than anyone else.  Right, 
girls?"

"Too true," said Lindsey.  "If you want to get dressed up, you've 
got to put up with the pictures.  Deal with it, guys.  It'll be 
even worse at your weddings."

"Provided, of course, you can find any girls desperate enough to want
to marry you guys," added Mattie with a laugh.

"What, we're good enough to dance with at school, but not good enough
to marry?" asked Brad.  "That's a hell of a note."

"Hey, lover boy, I'm just using you for a good time," said Lindsey as
she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Brad's arm.  She looked 
up at him coyly.  "But that's all right too, isn't it?"  She 
exaggeratedly batted her eyes at him.

"Yeah, I can see it now, written on the bathroom walls in girl's 
johns from here to Pittsburgh: 'for a good time call Brad'," he 
said with a grin.

"In your dreams, pal, in your dreams," I said, laughing.
 



The dance was everything you'd expect a high school dance to be.  The
girls all looked gorgeous, the boys were dressed to the nines and 
acting oh so sophisticated.  There were the few complete losers there,
guys who still thought a white T-shirt painted to look like a tuxedo 
was a cool look, and there were some teachers and a few parents acting
as chaperones, standing around trying not to look at the kids dancing
too closely and kissing too intently during the slow songs.  We all 
put in our time there, but we knew that the real party began sometime
after the dance ended.

Toward the end of the dance, quite a few couples were starting to 
drift out.  The group of us said our goodbyes to our friends and we 
headed out to our cars, anxious to get to the hotel.  Jared and Mattie
had reserved a suite, where we would all congregate for our party.  
There were about 10 other couples who had reserved rooms at the same 
hotel, and about 15 couples who were invited to the post-dance party.
We all arrived at pretty much the same time, entering the room in an
excess of swirling taffeta and silk and velvet.  Jared already had a 
bar set up in one corner, with beer, wine, liquor, and soft drinks,
and snacks were set up around the sitting room.  I grabbed a glass 
of wine for Missy, and a beer for me, and we started chatting with 
some of our friends.  There was quite a bit of noise in the room as
30 people jostled around in their finery, getting drinks and 
wandering from group to group.  As we were talking with Marcus and
Katie, Brad and Lindsey joined us.  I felt Brad touch my arm to get
my attention, and he slipped his room key into my hand. I looked over
at him, startled.  He opened his other hand and glanced down, 
silently telling me to take a look.  I looked down, and saw he was 
holding a second key in his hand.   He gave me a quick wink, and he
and Lindsey wandered off.

Just holding that key in my hand made my blood start to rush.  I 
could feel my temperature rising, and I started to perspire from 
nervousness.  I was losing track of the conversation as my mind
raced around the possibilities that the room key represented.  
Fortunately, we were joined by two other couples, and Missy and I
made our excuses and wandered back toward the bar.
	
"Is everything okay?" Missy asked as we walked away.

"Oh, yeah," I said quietly.  I showed her the key.  "It's Brad and 
Lindsey's room," I said.
	
"Why do you have the key?" she asked.  As soon as she asked the 
question, I could see the answer come to her.  She gave me a look I 
had never seen on her face before, and she leaned in to me to whisper
in my ear.  Her voice was suddenly huskier than normal as she said, 
"What did you have in mind?" 

That was all it took.  The blood rushed immediately from my brain 
directly to my cock, and the testosterone took over.  I refilled her
wine glass, grabbed another beer, then took her hand and led her away
toward the door.  Fortunately, there was a fair amount of activity by
the door, with people coming and going from their rooms to the party 
room, so nobody thought anything of us walking out, hand in hand.  I
could feel her hand was sweating just as much as mine was, and I 
could see the nervousness in her eyes.  We found the elevator, and 
punched the button to go up to the floor that Brad's room was on.  
As soon as the elevator door shut, I slipped my arms around her and
pulled her in to me.  She raised her head, closed her eyes, and gave
me a strong, heated kiss that caused me to moan involuntarily.  The
doors opened, and we took turns pulling each other toward Brad's 
room.  I fumbled with the key, and finally got it to work.  We 
opened the door and turned on the light, then stepped into the room.

As the door shut, we were faced with the reality of our rush to be
together.  It was a small room, with two double beds side by side,
made up with green floral bedspreads.  There were reading lights over
each bed, a dresser with a television on top of it, and a small 
closet with no door.  There was a doorway leading to a small 
bathroom.  I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand between 
the beds and saw that it was 11:30.  There was plenty of time for us
before Missy had to be home.

We turned to each other.  I could see she was even more nervous than
she had been before, and I felt like my stomach held an entire 
extended family of butterflies.  My knees felt a little watery, and 
I was afraid I was sweating right through my shirt and tuxedo jacket.
As she gazed at me, she reached back behind her and turned off the 
light.  The curtains were open, giving off a soft glow from the city
lights outside, 10 floors below us.  It was a comforting amount of 
light for both of us, and I could feel myself calm down as I slipped
my arms around her waist and gathered her to me.

Her arms went around my neck, her fingers playing in my hair, as we
kissed while standing there.  Her lipstick tasted of strawberries, 
her breath was sweetened by the wine, and her tongue slipped out and
touched the tip of mine lightly, playfully.  I hugged her tightly to
me, running my hands up from her waist to her shoulder blades and back.

A small, low sound came from her, and she broke our kiss.  She gazed 
up into my eyes, and I felt like I was being measured.  I tried to 
stand up taller and straighter as she studied me.  I could see in her
eyes as she made her decision, and she tugged me into the room, 
toward the farther bed.  She pushed me back until the edge of the bed
caught me behind my knees, and I sat down.  She slipped into my lap,
then pushed me back so I was laying down with her on top of me.  She
took my head between her hands and kissed me again, long and deep, as
I lay there, trapped in a tangle of arms and legs.  I reached behind 
her and found the top button of her dress and fumbled around until it
popped open, then slid my hands down to the next button.  I managed 
to undo four buttons when she sat up, reached behind her, and 
unbuttoned the rest.  She stood up to remove her dress, and walked 
over to hang it up in the closet.  I sat up and took off my jacket 
and cummerbund, throwing them onto the other bed, then untied my shoes
and kicked them off.  I looked over as Melissa finished hanging up her
dress.  She was still wearing a half-slip with a strapless bra, and 
the silken material clung to her hips enticingly, falling in folds 
around her knees.  Her soft blonde hair piled above her pale neck, 
along with the light peach color of her slip, gleamed palely in the 
gloom.  In the dim light she looked like a goddess rising out of the
mist, beautiful and terrible in her power.  At that moment, gazing 
at her, I knew I was lost.

She looked over at me and smiled shyly, breaking the spell.  I scooted
back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and patted the 
mattress next to me.  She walked around the bed and lay down next to
me, her head on my chest, her arm draped across me.  I held her to me,
resting my head on the top of hers, her hair soft and smelling faintly
of some sort of flowery rinse.  My fingers drifted across her cheek to
beneath her chin, and I raised her face up to mine for a soft, 
lingering kiss.  I slipped down to lie next to her, and wrapped her up
in my arms.  The heat of our kiss flared, and our mouths opened 
against each other.  Our tongues battled for supremacy, snaking and 
writhing, tasting and flavoring.  I think I moaned, and I felt more 
than heard her purr and moan in unison.  I reached around her, 
dragging my hand up from her waist across the satin smoothness of her
skin, and cupped her covered breast.  She moaned louder, thrust her
tongue deep into my mouth, and pressed her chest harder into my hand.
I squeezed and explored first one, then the other breast through the
flimsy material of her bra.  I abandoned her breasts for a moment to
reach around behind her, searching for the clasp.  She helped by 
twisting in my direction, and I found the clasp and managed to 
release it with one hand.  I slipped under the material, back around
her body to her breast, my fingertips exulting in the roundness of 
her body, the feel of her hard ribs overlaid by the soft, pliant 
flesh of her small breast.  Her nipple expanded as my palm rested on
her, and I pressed and squeezed as she encouraged me with the force
of her kisses.

I grasped her loose bra and pulled it off her and dropped it beside us.  
Melissa brought her hands around and began to unbutton my shirt.  When
she reached my pants, she pulled the shirt out and ran her hands back
up my chest and up my shoulders to get the shirt off.  I sat up 
momentarily to remove my cufflinks and pull the shirt off my arms, 
then lay back down and pressed myself to her, for the first time 
reveling in the feel of skin on skin as our upper bodies molded 
together.  I kissed and sucked her soft skin behind her earlobe, 
then left moist trails with my tongue and lips down her neck to her 
throat.  She drew her head back to expose more of her throat to my 
attentions as she ran her hands up and down my bare back.  I used my
fingertips to play with her turgid nipples, one to the other, running
the flat of my hand down one breast, across her chest, and up to the
other breast, teasingly drawing out the play of my fingers across her
responsive flesh.
	
I kissed and licked my way down from her throat to her chest and licked
the salt from her skin around her soft mounds.  Down and around, first
one breast and then the other, licking and kissing the undersides, the
shallow valley between, then over the tops, moving in slow concentric
circles around her swelling breasts as she arched up, anxious to feel
my lips upon her tips.  As my mouth was making its slow, agonizing way
around her boobs, my right arm slipped down her back, under her 
half-slip, under her silken panties, to caress the smooth, soft globes
of her ass.  As my hand moved down, her leg cocked, opening herself to
my caresses.  I felt my fingertips trace down the crack of her butt, 
glide over the puckered flower of her asshole, and find the downy, 
moist presence of her pussy lips.
	
As my tongue and lips teased her swelling breasts, riding the rise and
fall of her heavy breathing, she twisted her torso slightly, trying to
move her swollen nipples into my mouth.  In her excitement, she 
clutched the back of my head with one hand, while the other was 
clenched against my ass.  As much for my own pleasure as for hers, I 
finally relented and took her rigid nipple into my mouth.  I licked 
and lapped at her nipple, then opened my mouth wider and tried to suck
her whole breast into my mouth.  As I felt her turgid nipple on the 
back of my tongue, I heard her groan and felt her shudder.  I clenched
her soft butt and tried to pull her against my crotch in my excitement,
and her reaction was to pull me in toward her in response.  I released
her breast and licked and nuzzled between her boobs to her other 
neglected nipple and repeated my suckling.  My hand moved from her 
butt around her hip to her tummy, underneath her elastic waistband,
then moved slowly down until I could feel the beginnings of her soft
pubic hair on my fingertips.  She hunched her hips up into my hand, 
and my fingers slipped into her slit.  My fingertips parted her moist
lips, releasing a flood of her nectar.  I pushed my fingers deeper 
into her pussy, feeling the petals and folds yielding before me, until
I came to the ridge of her virginal hole.  I dipped my middle finger 
into her to the first knuckle, marveling at the heat and the tightness,
and dragged some of her oils back up her slit until I felt the fleshy
ball-bearing of her clitoris.  I rolled her clit between my fingers as
she huffed and huffed and nearly bucked off the bed.  I released her 
breast from my lips and she pulled me up to her for a fierce kiss, 
and began to struggle with the snaps of my trousers.  She was 
practically in a panic to get my pants off, snatching at the top snap
and trying to lower the zipper.  Finally she broke our kiss and 
concentrated on her task.  I stopped all my ministrations to help 
her, and together we managed to push my pants and underwear down to 
my ankles, where I could kick them off onto the floor.  She instantly
grabbed my stone hard cock with her small hands, one exploring the 
shaft and the other caressing my balls, eliciting a storm of pleasure
careering up from my center.  She pushed me onto my back and bent down
to examine me in the dim light, using her thumb to spread the moisture
leaking out around the mushroom head of my aching cock as she 
manipulated my balls and scratched with her fingernails at the 
underside of my scrotum.  I watched as her tongue snaked out and 
licked softly at the head, creating a twitching in my muscles from 
thigh to stomach, then licked down the length of my cock and up the
underside as if it were a fleshy popsicle.  She then opened her mouth
and took the entire head into her hot mouth, pressed her lips tight,
and sucked hard.
	
I lost it.  With no warning at all, my cock pulsed and the cum streamed
out into her mouth.  The first spurt caught us both by surprise, and 
her eyes opened wide as she jerked up, instinctively swallowing the 
first mouthful.  My cock popped out of her mouth just as the second 
spurt sprayed out, catching her in the cheek, as her hand continued to
milk me.  By the seventh feeble spurt, I was feeling spent and out of
breath, and Melissa was still gazing with bright eyes, fascinated, at
the aftermath of my explosion.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed as she wiped off her face with a corner of
the bedspread.  "Does that always happen like that?"

"You caught me by surprise," I sighed as I lay there catching my breath.
"I don't think anything quite like that has ever happened to anybody 
before.  Missy, you are incredible!"

She relinquished her hold on my dick and scooted up the bed to lie 
beside me.  "I didn't do hardly anything," she said shyly.

"Boy, now I feel really bad," I said.  "I haven't done anything for 
you."
	
She snuggled up next to me.  "Not true," she replied.  "I feel really
happy right now, Ray.  I don't think I've ever felt this close to 
anyone ever before."  She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a 
squeeze.  I kissed the top of her head, my arms around her, and she 
lifted up to give me a soft kiss.

As she turned in my arms to kiss me, she slipped one leg between mine.
I could feel the heat and the moisture from her drooling pussy against
my leg, causing my prick to twitch back to life.  I crushed her to me,
suddenly anxious to make her cum as hard as I had, and pushed her back
until she was laying on her back and I was over her, my leg insinuating
itself between hers.  Our tongues battled once again as I ran my hand 
up her body to her swollen breast.  I roughly squeezed and pulled at 
her breast and nipple, creating an undulation in her hips against me.
She emitted a soft, high whining sound, breathing hard into my mouth 
as her internal temperature climbed nearly to a flash point.  I rubbed
my knee against the crotch of her panties, which were now completely 
soaked through.  My hand moved from her breast down her stomach, under
the waistband of her panties and half-slip, and directly onto her 
engorged clit, while at the same time I broke our kiss and bent down
to take her enlarged nipple between my lips and teeth.  I bit down 
lightly on the fleshy nub as I twirled her clit between my two fingers.
As soon as I started stroking it, she tensed up, eyes shut tight, and 
bit her lip to keep from crying out.  I watched her face as her orgasm
washed over her, all the while flicking and rubbing her tiny nub.  As 
she climaxed, she grabbed my hand to stop its manipulation, squeezing
my wrist hard and unconsciously digging her nails into my skin, 
whining and moaning the whole time.

After she came down from her sexual high, she opened her eyes and 
stared at me.  I whispered to her, "Boy, that was quick.  You were 
really ready."

"Shut up and get in me," she said intensely.

I looked at her, surprised.  "Are you sure?" I asked.  "I don't have
any protection."

"I don't care, I just know I need you right now."  She convinced me by
reaching up and giving me the hardest, hottest, wettest kiss of my life.
"Now, Ray, before I change my mind.  I want you."
	
She reached down and fondled my cock.  I was surprised to find that it
was as hard as it had ever been in my life.  When did that happen?  It
certainly was a convincing element.  I sat up and began pulling off her
slip and panties.  She reached down to help me, finally flinging them
off onto the floor. . She sat up, reached up to pull clips out of her
hair, and ran her fingers through her long blonde tresses.  She lay
back, legs bent and spread, arms out beckoning to me, her hair spread
out around her head like a yellow halo.

I was powerless to resist.  Not that I wanted to resist, understand, 
but even if I had not been completely smitten by her, I would not have
been able to keep from doing what she was expecting.  I slipped into 
her arms and she wrapped her legs around me.  My stiff cock was resting
against her pubis and tummy, and she rubbed herself against me in 
anticipation as we melded together for another open-mouthed kiss.  
She reached down between our bodies and grabbed my shaft, positioning
the head at the entrance to her opening. She rubbed my tip up and down
her slit, gathering moisture, and then pressed herself up against me.
I felt the tip enter her as she let go and crushed me to her once 
again.  She spread her legs even further apart and tried to hunch 
herself onto more of my cock.  She was unbelievably tight, and the 
drooling moisture from her cunt and from my cock created a hot, wet,
completely desirable environment, unlike anything I had ever felt or
even imagined before.  Slowly, agonizingly, more of my cock slipped
into her.  She moaned into my mouth, working her hips back and forth,
trying to fit more into her. There was no resistance except for her 
virginal tightness, and I slowly entered her deeper and deeper.  Her
heels moved up to below my ass, and she was pulling me into her with
her legs.  She broke our kiss and threw her head back as if she were
in agony, her mouth open, her breathing ragged, her eyes wide and 
unseeing.  I bent down and sucked and bit her earlobe, and she 
screeched and jerked upwards with her hips.  The final inches of my
iron cock slipped into her.  I could feel her pubic hair tickling me,
my balls resting against her upturned ass.

"Do me," she chanted, "do me, do me, do me."

I began moving.  Out, then in, then out nearly all the way, until just
the helmeted head was still buried in her.  I plunged back in hard and
deep, and her hips crashed up to meet mine.   She was unbelievably 
wet, unbearably hot, crushingly tight, and I was in a place I never 
wanted to leave.  She met each stroke with an equally powerful one of
her own, pushing with hips and pulling with her legs simultaneously.
I was lost in my own haze of intense pleasure, but I could still hear
her ragged breathing on my neck as I chewed on her ear and nuzzled her
throat.  It was a good thing I had cum once already, as the heat and 
the wetness and the constriction of her virgin walls were combining to
toss me over the edge into oblivion.  I had never felt anything even 
remotely like this, and even the fevered imaginings of a hormonally 
charged teenaged boy could not conceive of the actual sensation of 
the skin of a rigid cock sliding against the slick walls of a willing,
young pussy.
	
It has been said that everyone remembers the first time.  It was 
Missy's first time, and it was my first time, and I couldn't think 
that anything could be as memorable as this.  I couldn't imagine a 
better feeling with anybody else, a better fit than the way our bodies
molded together.  Her breasts were mashed against my chest, her 
nipples still engorged and rubbing against my own.  I arched up and 
gazed down at her, watching her breasts sway with our movement like a
sponge in a tidal current.  Supporting myself on my arms, I reached 
down and caught one of her nipples between my teeth, then suckled at
her breast.  She arched up toward me in an unconscious response, 
pushing her chest at me as she moaned in pleasure.  When she did this,
she used her heels against my ass as her leverage, which pushed my 
cock further into her until I bumped against her cervix, my balls 
pressed against her butt.

Her whole body contracted, and she began to screech breathlessly as 
her orgasm took her.  I grunted, pushed, and surrendered to my own 
climax.  I was in her as far as I could go when my balls contracted 
and pulsed, filling her cavity to overflowing with my seed.  The 
intense pleasure streaked along every nerve fiber of my body, from
the tip of my cock to the center of my brain, tidal waves crashing
against granite cliffs.  Her nipple popped out of my mouth in my 
convulsion as the waves crashed, receded, then crashed again.  I 
could feel the muscles of her cunt squeeze and release around the 
full length of my cock, milking the last dregs from me and keeping me
hard within her.

At last, entirely spent, I collapsed on top of her.  I felt her body 
relax, her legs falling back to the bed, her arms around my neck.  
She covered my neck, my face with little kisses, and as I rested 
cheek to cheek I could feel the intermingling of our sweat with fresh
tears tracking down from her eyes.  As I recovered, my cock shriveling
inside her, I looked at her face in concern.

"Are you all right?" I asked.  Her tears worried me.

"More than all right."  She squeezed me tight, and gave me a soft, 
tender kiss.  "This is the best night of my life."

"But you were crying.  Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, God, no!  Nothing could be righter!  You are sensational, 
fantastic, stupendous, wonderful.  Should I go on?"

"No.  Well, yes, if you insist.  No, wait, if everything is good, 
why were you crying?" I asked, confused.

"You dope, I'm happy.  Girls cry when they're happy sometimes.  It's
one of those girl things that guys claim they don't understand, I 
think.  Anyway," she continued, hugging me to her, "I am delirious,
ecstatic, madly happy, and it's all your fault, Ray my love, my first
love, my onlyest love."

I moved to take my weight off her, and my shriveled cock popped out of
her vagina as I rolled off to the side.  I could feel our combined 
juices on my dick and balls cooling as we lay there.  I put my arm 
around her, and she snuggled back up to me, pulling her legs up to 
rest her thighs against mine.

"I really didn't expect this to happen, Missy.  I'm sorry I didn't 
pull out in time.  I'll bring some protection with me from now on," 
I promised.

"I was expecting this to happen, Ray, so don't worry.  This is a 
fairly safe time for me, and I wanted our first time to be free, 
just us, if possible.  But, God, we did make a mess, didn't we?"  
And she started giggling as she felt down between her legs.

"You know what I always say, Missy girl, the messier the better.  Hah!"

"You DON'T always say that, and you know it!" she laughed.  "Come on, 
we have to get cleaned up and get back down to the party before Lindsey
and Brad decide they need the room.  Get up out of bed, lazy boy, and 
get dressed.  I need to use the bathroom."  With that, she pushed me 
right off the edge of the bed onto the floor, then laughed out loud.

"Hey!"  I landed on my ass with a grunt.  "Sure, use me and then kick
me out of bed.  My life as a high-school gigolo."

"You don't even know what that means, sport."  She stretched in 
satisfaction, then sat up and looked around.  "Where is my underwear?"

I held up her panties and half-slip for her to see.  "Here, Milady.  
And what will you give for these?"

She looked at me for a moment, and said seriously, "I've already given
you the only truly precious gift I can give."

I looked at her.  Her mood had changed abruptly.  "I know you have, 
Melissa.  And I have given you my gift, also.  I know it's not supposed
to be as important to guys as it is to girls, but it's important to me.
It's you I choose to give this gift to, because…" I paused, suddenly 
hesitant to continue.  "Because I love you," I finished.

She looked at me in shock.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she 
whispered, "Don't toy with me, Ray.  Just because we've made love 
doesn't mean you are IN love.  Don't say it unless you mean it, Ray."

I felt almost insulted.  "Don't you think I know the difference?  I'm
not just the dumb jock that your sister thinks I am, am I?  When have
I ever lied to you?  And why do you think I would be lying now?  Come
on, Missy, give me a break!"

She threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck.  "Oh, 
God, you're right, Ray, I'm so sorry!  I know I shouldn't doubt you,
but what we've done here tonight can never be taken back, and it makes
me nervous.  I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I believe you, I love you, I love 
you, I love you!"  She was fierce in her commitment as she squeezed my
neck with all her strength.

I hugged her hard, and then pressed my closed lips to hers.  "And I 
love you," I said against her mouth.  She opened her lips and we 
kissed each other to seal our words.

Suddenly she jumped up, grabbed her clothes out of my hand, and ran 
into the bathroom.  "I'm leaking all over the place!" she wailed, and
laughed delightedly as she closed the door.

I collapsed against the wall, exhausted from our exertions and the 
emotional intensity of the past few minutes.  I looked across the bed
at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and saw that it was almost 
1:00 AM.  I dragged my sorry ass up and retrieved my clothes from the
floor and got dressed.  I tried to brush the wrinkles out of my 
tuxedo trousers, with little luck.  Oh, well, I thought, they'll just
look like I slept in them.

Missy came out of the bathroom wearing just her half-slip.  She started
to put her arms up to cover her breasts, then put them down again, 
blushing slightly, as she came up to me.  She stood up on tiptoe and 
gave me a soft kiss, then handed me her soaked panties.

"A little memento for you to carry around for awhile," she said with 
a small smirk.

She found her bra and put it back on, and slid the dress over her head.
I helped her button it back up, it being the gentlemanly thing to do 
since it was I who helped to unbutton it in the first place.  She 
looked in the mirror at her hair, and got her brush out to work on it.

"Wait," I said, taking the brush from her hand.  "I'll do that."

I began to brush her long hair while she reapplied her makeup and 
lipstick.  After a few minutes she took the brush back and said, 
"Good enough, Ray my love.  Thank you, but I guess I'll just have to
walk into that party wearing my 'just-fucked' look, won't I?"  There
was a twinkle in her eye as she said it.

"I wouldn't mind if you always walked around with that look," I 
murmured half to myself, "as long as it was me who caused it."

She laughed delightedly, and turned around to give me one more sweet 
kiss.  The strawberry taste was back on her lips.


(Continued in Chapter 8)

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