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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather
- 7 -
UNTIED SHOES
When I got home, I took a shower and grabbed something to eat. I had
another game to work, so I headed over to the soccer fields. I was
working for another referee as a line judge for a girl's under-16
game. Working as a line judge was easy, plus, since I was only
working half the field, I could talk a little with some of the kids on
the teams while they were on the sidelines. Since both teams, the
Sting Rays and the Kickin' Chicks, were from our school, it was a
friendly game, with the girls on both sides just as ready to joke with
their opponents as try to steal the ball from them. Molly O'Toole was
a midfielder on the Sting Rays team, and I saw Josh and his mom
sitting in the bleachers watching the game.
After the game, Josh came up to me and said, "Sean, a bunch of us are
going to the Dairy Queen. Want to come along and hang out?"
"Sure," I said. "Who all is going?"
"Oh, me and Shayna and Molly and Tessa and Jen and Sam and Toby and
maybe some others. The girls want to shower and clean up from the
game, so they are going to meet us there in about an hour."
"Sounds good. Maybe I'll swing over to Jake's house to see if he
wants to come, too," I said.
"Okay, great. I'll see you there, then," he said as he ran to catch
up to his mom and his sister.
Shayna Gallagher was Josh's girlfriend, a rough-and-tumble girl who
played soccer with abandon, heedless of injury. She had only been
playing for about a year, but she had already earned a bit of a
reputation as a player to be careful around. She will knock you down
and run right over you without a glance. On the other hand, she will
take a knockdown from an opponent without a second thought,
considering it all a part of the game. Most other girls around our
age tended to take rough treatment on the soccer field almost
personally, instead of adopting Shayna's cavalier attitude. She had
bright red hair that she kept cut pretty short, and was attractive in
a tomboyish kind of way.
Tessa Navarrone was Molly's best friend, and was her physical opposite.
Molly, like her older sister Heather, was a real Irish beauty, with
long, curly red-gold hair. I've heard people call her hair color
strawberry blonde, and I guess that's an accurate description. She
was on the junior varsity cheerleading squad last year, and was
looking forward to joining her sister on the varsity squad this year.
She was tall and slender, and looked really good in her letter
sweaters and pleated skirts. Tessa, on the other hand, was short and
dark, and looked slightly overweight (a mistake her opponents on the
playing field often made, to their dismay), with coarse black hair.
She was a bulldog on the soccer field, though, playing at the keeper
position. She had two special attributes as a goalkeeper: she could
punt the ball into the opponent's half of the field, and she was
steadfast in her defense of a breakaway or a penalty kick. She
tallied more shutouts than anyone else I had ever heard about around
our area, and she would often use her loud voice to move her defensive
teammates around, or to rally her team to greater efforts.
Jen Davies and her boyfriend Sam Loggins were both a year younger than
the rest of us. Jen played forward for the Kickin' Chicks, and was
their leading scorer. She was tall and gangly, excruciatingly thin,
and could pump her long legs fast enough to leave everyone around her
in her dust. Her ball handling skills, I thought, were only average,
but her speed made her a formidable player. She and Sam had been
going together just since the spring, but all summer long you never
saw one without the other being nearby. Sam was also very tall, well
over 6 feet, and as a freshman was considered to be the future star of
our high school basketball team.
Toby Mueller was the runt of the group, a practical joker and
energizer bunny. I always told him he was a perfect Ritalin kid, and
he never disagreed. I thought he was so manic so people wouldn't care
so much how small he was, and it mostly worked. He was smaller than
Jaimie's sister Tara, even though he was 15 like most of the rest of
us. He even had to show his school ID when he went to a PG-13 movie.
And, in a bit of a perverse twist, I knew he really had a serious
thing about Jen. Just the thought of 6-foot Jen walking around with
tiny Toby was enough to make me bust a gut, but I kept his secret to
myself, and didn't laugh even when he told me about his feelings for
her.
I hopped on my bike and raced over to Jake's house. He was home, in
the basement playing a game on his Playstation.
"Come on," I urged. "No time to waste. Let's go, now!"
I grabbed the controller out of his hand and threw it down, and
practically pushed him up the stairs and out his back door.
"Grab your bike and follow me," I yelled as I took off across the
field behind his house.
"Sean! Wait up!" I could hear him struggling to catch up to me as I
dropped my bike at the edge of the woods.
"Come on," I yelled. "You're going to owe me big time for this!"
He finally rode up, out of breath, and I headed into the woods with
Jake at my heels. I turned and put my finger to my lips, silently
indicating to him to be quiet, as we approached the ladder on the tree
behind the O'Toole house. We climbed up to our perches, and I pointed
toward the bathroom window.
We didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes, a lovely and
completely naked Molly stepped from the shower and into our view in
the mirror. Her breasts were high and tight on her chest as she
raised her arms to wrap a towel around her wet hair. We could just
see a shadow of her reddish blonde pubic hair as she moved across our
field of vision. We watched her take another towel off a shelf and
wrap it around her, and she opened the door and stepped out of the
bathroom.
Since the curtains to her room were still closed, Jake and I scrambled
down and out of the woods to our bikes.
"Did you see that!" Jake exclaimed. "Un-fucking-believable! How did
you know she would be there?"
I told him about the soccer game, and Josh's invitation, as we climbed
back on our bikes and started back across the field.
"All right, I'm there! Let me just let my mom know where we're going,
and I'll be right back out," he said as he dropped his bike and headed
into his house.
We rode together over to the Dairy Queen. Toby, Sam, Jen and Josh
were already there, sitting around two picnic tables set up behind the
building. Jen and Sam were holding cones and sitting together, and
Toby and Josh were holding the other table for the group. Jake, Josh
and I went in and ordered, and by the time we got back out, the rest
of the group had arrived. Jake looked at Molly and immediately turned
red and looked away. In my mind's eye I could see her, as she was
just a few minutes ago, damp and fresh as she stepped from her shower,
and knew that Jake was thinking the same thing. Luckily, Molly and
Tessa ran into the store, along with Toby and Shayna and Josh, to
place their orders without noticing Jake's discomfort, and by the time
they came out with their ice cream we were all back to our usual rowdy
selves again.
Sam, Jen, Josh, Shayna, and Toby were sitting at one table, and the
rest of us were draped around the other one as we indulged in the
delights that only can be had on a late summer day in the sunshine.
Molly and I were on one side of the table, and Tessa and Jake were
across from us.
"Hey, Sean," said Tessa, "I hear you're giving soccer lessons."
"Yeah," I said, "where did you hear that?"
"I heard it," said Molly. "I baby-sit for Mrs. Wilkinson sometimes,
and she asked me if I knew you."
"Wow," interrupted Toby as he hopped up onto our tabletop from his
seat. He squatted down so that he was nearly eye level with us. "And
she hired you anyway?"
We all laughed, and Tessa pushed him off our table. "Back where you
belong, Monkey Boy," she said.
"Where I belong," he said from the ground, looking up at Tessa and
batting his eyes, "is in your lap, sampling your considerable charms."
"Here, sample this," she shot back at him, flipping him the finger.
"See?" he said, turning to his companions at the other table.
"Completely and utterly charming." He shrugged and sat back down.
Everybody at both tables threw wadded up napkins at him.
"What do you know about the Wilkinsons?" I turned to Molly.
"Well, you know Davey and Kip, right?" I nodded. "They're good
boys," she continued, "but boy are they ever active. I think Mrs.
Wilkinson just has me come over so she can relax by herself for awhile
and not worry about her kids."
"She told me she was a single mom. What happened to Mr. Wilkinson?"
I asked.
"I don't know for sure," she said. "All I know is that he died, but I
don't know what happened. She really misses him, though. Sometimes
while I'm giving the boys a bath I can hear her crying in her bedroom.
It's really sad."
"Boy, I didn't know any of that. I'll have to watch my mouth," I said.
"How often are you going over there?" asked Tessa.
"She wants me to come every day I can until school starts," I said.
"So, unless it rains or something, I'll be there just about every
afternoon for an hour or so."
"That's really great," Molly said. I felt her slide a little closer,
until our legs were just barely touching. "Creating future soccer
stars, I present to you, Sean Porter, Instructor of the Year!" She
patted me on the back. Everybody applauded, with Toby and Jake adding
whistles and cheers, while I bowed in mock humility as I sat there.
The sun was starting to go down, and it was cooling off. We all split
up, and Jake and I rode back to his house. As we rolled up to his
driveway, Jaimie and Kayla came out of Jaimie's house. They stopped
when they saw us, and put their heads together for a moment before
coming down to us.
"Hey, Jake, you want to come over and watch TV?" asked Jaimie.
Jake looked over at me inquisitively. I gave him a small, quick nod.
"Sure," he said. He put his bike away and walked with Jaimie to her
house.
"Do you want to come in for awhile and hang out?" asked Kayla, a small
nervous smile on her face.
"Okay," I said. I propped my bike up against their garage, and Kayla
and I went into her house through the back door, and down the stairs
into the basement. Kayla deliberately left the lights off while she
turned on the television.
"Do you want something to drink?" she asked.
"Sure, anything is fine," I said.
She ran back upstairs, and was on her way back down in a few minutes
with a tray with cold sodas and glasses of ice.
We sat together on the floor, leaning against the couch, and watched
television for a few minutes while we drank our sodas. I was so
nervous I had no idea what we were watching, and I think Kayla must
have felt the same. I could hear her breathing heavily next to me.
Almost by tacit agreement, we both put down our empty glasses at the
same time and turned to look at each other. I stared into her deep
eyes for a few moments, and then put my arm around her shoulder and
pulled her to me.
We moved in slow motion as we leaned toward each other, our faces
getting closer and closer, until I tilted my head and our lips touched
softly. We pressed together harder as we kissed, until we could no
longer hold the chaste kiss we began with. Our lips opened against
each other, and our tongues met in the middle. She won the first
battle, and her tongue invaded my mouth, tasting and exploring along
my cheeks, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and back toward my throat.
She then sucked in, drawing my tongue into her mouth, and acquiesced
as I explored her mouth, from lips to throat and cheek to gums.
She moaned softly, and I think I did, too. I know that, without
warning, my clothes felt tight and confining. Kayla must have felt
the same, because she was reaching for the hem of my t-shirt and
pulling it up so she could run her hands on the bare skin of my chest
and back. It seemed like a good idea, so I stopped kissing her long
enough to grab the hem of her t-shirt and lift it off her, as well.
We both threw the shirts back behind us and fell back into each
other's arms, resuming our heated kisses. As I reached around her and
brought my hand up to her small breast, I kissed and licked my way
from her lips to her ear, then down her neck. I could detect her fast
pulse as I nuzzled the hollow of her soft throat. My fingers reveled
in the pliant softness of her breast, and I hefted her mound in the
palm of my hand before moving up to feel her rising nipple. I enjoyed
the feeling of her nipple filling and rising in my palm before playing
my fingertips across to her other breast and hefting it the same way.
As I palmed her other nipple, once again feeling it expand as I held
it, she pressed her chest into me, throwing her head back in pleasure.
I dropped my lips to her breast, taking the nipple between my teeth
before sucking on her tip, all the while playing with the other small
boob. She was starting to gasp for air as the surge of pleasure moved
through her nerve endings into her brain, and I could feel her legs
start to squeeze together involuntarily as the sensations made their
connection from her breasts to her pussy.
It was enough of an invitation for me. I was young, horny, and
inexperienced, and was anxious to get to "the main event", so to
speak, rather than, as I have since learned, to enjoy the journey. I
reached for the snap of her denim shorts and pulled down the zipper
before reaching down and cupping her mound over her soaked cotton
panties. She groaned as I touched her, and she reached down and
palmed my rigid cock through my shorts, rubbing her hand up and down
my length. I worked my fingers under the elastic of her panties and
down through her sparse hair and directly into her slit, searching for
her hole. When I parted her pussy lips, I released a flood of her
moisture, coating my fingers and soaking into her panties. Her legs
jerked open, and her hips bumped up as I found her vagina and twisted
a finger into her. The constriction of her shorts, combined with her
natural tightness, prevented me from working more than half my finger
into her, so I pulled it out. She groaned in disappointment, until
she felt me tickle her as I slid up to diddle her clit. Her hips
started gyrating and her stomach muscles twitched in sympathy, her
breath was hitching in and out, and a fine sheen of sweat had broken
out on her body. She clutched at my cock as she climbed toward her
first release, and wheezed and arched as she came.
She collapsed back against the couch, and then slid down until she was
lying on the floor. I sat up and knelt down next to her and tugged at
her shorts. She lifted up her butt so I could slide them down, and
her underwear came off with them. I unsnapped my own shorts and
pulled them off, so we could both be naked next to each other. I lay
down next to her and snaked my arm behind her neck. She rolled over
and put her head on my chest. I bent down and kissed the top of her
head while she stared, fascinated, at my still painfully erect cock.
She touched the moisture leaking out of the tip with her fingers, and
spread it around the head of my cock, causing it to twitch in
anticipation. She caressed up and down its length, feeling how the
soft skin contrasted with the hardness of the musculature beneath,
and delved down to explore my balls. My aching cock pulsed with the
beating of my heart, and her explorations were heating me up. I ran
my hand from her shoulder down her back and onto her small ass, amazed
at the smooth skin I felt there. I reached further down, running my
fingers through her crack, until I brushed across her tiny asshole and
down into her slit from behind. She separated her legs again for me,
as she spread more of my pre-cum around with her fingers on my cock.
She grabbed me and squeezed as I fingered her pussy, and I gently
pushed her over onto her back and rolled on top of her. She spread
her legs apart, and I slid down between them, the tip of my cock
resting against her clit. I bumped my hips at her, connecting with
her clit, and she pressed up toward me, trying to increase the contact.
My cock slipped down her flooding cunt to the virginal opening of her
vagina. I felt an increase of heat and pressure as the sensitive head
of my missile was encased by the opening petals of her folds and the
silky walls of her tunnel. Suddenly she pushed up at my hips with her
hands, and said softly, "No, Sean, we can't. I don't want to get
pregnant."
I kissed her soft lips as I lifted my hips off her and whispered,
"Okay, Kayla, I'm stopping. I won't go inside you, I promise. Don't
worry, I won't do anything you don't want to do. All you have to do
is say 'Stop' and I'll stop. Trust me, Kay, I don't want to do
anything that might hurt you."
She looked at me for a moment, worry in her eyes, then nodded slowly
and said, "Okay, Sean, I trust you."
I slid down so my cock was removed from her open cunt, and took her
left breast into my mouth. My hand, at the same time, moved down her
body until I found her clit. My fingertips played with it, creating
another wave of pleasure that coursed through her. I licked and bit
first one turgid nipple, then the other, before licking my way down
her tummy. I kept on sliding down until I was resting between her
outstretched legs. My chin was on the floor as I stuck out my tongue
and ran my tip down her slit, from top to bottom, tasting her for the
first time. I tried to pay attention to the body language she was
using, repeating things that seemed to make her jump or moan, and
allowing her hands to guide my mouth to her pleasure points. While I
was lapping up her moisture and licking around her inflamed clit,
first one and then two fingers were plumbing her depths. She took me
easily, her oily wetness easing the passage of my fingers into her.
Each time I stroked into her with my two fingers, she lifted her hips
up and churned them from side to side. Her movements made my tongue
and lips rub back and forth across her sensitive tissues, which in
turn created more movement in her hips. Suddenly she screeched, and
her whole body tensed as her orgasm washed over her unexpectedly. She
grabbed my head and pulled my mouth hard onto her as she came, then
collapsed back, still holding the back of my head. I gave her a few
more licks, marveling in the taste difference as she came, and felt
her twitch each time, until finally she pulled me up to her and hugged
me to her breast as the waves of pleasure within her subsided.
I rolled off her, leaving a slimy trail of my own pre-cum across her
thigh as I lay down beside her, holding her close to me.
She sighed and opened her eyes, looking up at me with a small smile.
"That was unbelievable," she said softly. "How did you know what to
do?"
"You were guiding me," I said. "You showed me exactly what you liked,
so that's what I kept on doing."
"Well, it worked," she said. "I never thought that anyone would want
to put their mouth there, but now I understand."
With that, she bent down and touched my steely cock once again, nearly
sending me over the edge. She softly rubbed the head with her
fingertips, and looked up at me.
"Do you want me to try it?" she asked.
I groaned just thinking about it. "You might kill me if you don't," I
said.
She smiled and looked back at what her fingers were doing. She
started to stroke me up and down, her fingers damp from my exudations.
My hips contributed to the movement as the excruciating pleasure
flowed within me. I watched as she stuck her tongue out to taste me.
When the tip of her tongue touched me, I jerked, causing the head of
my aching cock to press against her tongue and lip. She naturally
opened, allowing the head to slide between her lips, as her tongue
continued to pass around the shaft, just below the ridge. I could
feel her teeth lightly grazing along my sensitive skin as she took
more of my rigid pole into her mouth. She worked her tongue and mouth
up and down, sucking and licking, as her hand stroked me from my balls
to her lips. I knew I would not last long as I felt the contractions
start deep in my groin.
"Kayla," I squeaked with a panicky voice, "I'm going to…ahhhh…"
I never got to finish the sentence, as my orgasm hit me. I bucked
just as she was lifting off my cock, and the head slipped back into
her mouth as I creamed. Her eyes opened wide in shock when the first
wave landed in her mouth, and she jerked away from me as I contracted,
pulsed, contracted again, and spewed several streams of cum straight
up in the air. The second spurt hit her in the face before she could
move out of the way, causing her to squeak in surprise. She kept on
pumping me with her tiny fist as I came, unconsciously milking me for
all I had. She watched, amazed, as the spurts grew steadily smaller,
until I finally collapsed back, breathless and sated. She licked her
lips, cleaning off the cum from her face with her fingers and licking
them clean, as she stroked me. I finally had to grasp her hand and
stop her from manipulating me as my cock began to shrink back.
"Wow, that was pretty spectacular," she said in wonder. "Does that
much always come out?"
"No, not always," I panted. "I guess you made me pretty horny today,
Kay."
She looked pleased with herself, but then she frowned and glanced down.
"Sean," she said haltingly, "I'm sorry I didn't let you…you know…"
"Hey," I said, lifting up her chin and wiping stray drops of my semen
off her face, "we never have to do anything you don't want to do, you
know that."
"I know, and I want to do it, but…I'm afraid of…you know…"
"Don't feel uncomfortable about it," I insisted. "I'm speaking from
intense personal experience here, Kay. Sure, I really, really would
like to do it with you some time, but I can wait. Especially if
you'll do what you did tonight," I said with a smile.
She giggled, and her small, delectable boobs quivered a little. I
felt my cock twitch back to life at the sight. "You did seem to enjoy
it a lot," she chuckled.
"I enjoyed it all a lot, and I think you did, too," I said as I hugged
her tightly.
She nodded in agreement as she leaned against me, and then she knelt
and began searching for her clothes.
"We'd better get dressed," she said as she turned away from me and
reached for her shirt. Her tight little ass was sticking up in the
air as she knelt there, and I just couldn't resist. I leaned over and
gave her pussy one last, long, loving lick with my tongue, savoring
her taste again.
"Mmmm," she sighed, "you really are bad for me…"
She leaned back onto me a little, enjoying the contact for just a
moment more before standing and moving away from me. She looked down
at me and saw that my dick was standing up at attention again.
"Sean, you are not to be believed!" she said. She knelt back down and
held on to my hard cock as she gave it a tender kiss, and then stood
again. "That's all for now, you bad boy. Get dressed before my
parents get home, pleeeeze?"
"Oh, all right," I sighed dejectedly. "You can't blame a poor boy for
trying, can you?"
"No, I guess I can't. If you'd like, though, you can come back
tomorrow and try again," she added with a giggle. Her words were a
little muffled, since she was pulling on her t-shirt as she was
talking.
I got slowly up and found my clothes. I got dressed without further
interruptions, and we were headed up the stairs when we heard the back
door slam.
"Hey, guys, where are you?" Jake called out.
"Right here," Kayla said as we came up the stairs. "Where have you
been?"
"Over at Jaimie's," he answered. "What have you guys been doing?"
"Oh, just fooling around," Kayla said without thinking. She turned
red when she realized what she had said, but Jake had turned toward
the refrigerator, looking for something to drink.
"That's great," he said absent-mindedly as he rummaged through the
shelves of the fridge.
I noticed that his shoes were untied, and his t-shirt was on inside
out, but decided I would save that information for another time, when
I might need the ammunition. I chuckled to myself as I headed out the
door, calling out good-byes to Kayla and Jake.
(Continued in Chapter 8)
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