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HARD PROMISE
Rev. 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.




HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather


- 8 -


So, from that evening on, none of our friends could mention one of our
names without saying the other.  It was always "Ray-and-Melissa", as 
if we were one person instead of two.

And perhaps we were.  The "I" had almost automatically become the 
"We", with no regrets on Missy's part or on mine.  We were in love, 
and it seemed like the entire school knew about it almost as soon as 
we did.  Her parents had accepted the fact that I was important to 
Missy, and treated me with cautious respect.  I, in turn, grew to 
really like both her mother and her father, and even Megan lost 
interest in being adversarial after awhile.

We went to a New Year's Eve party at Brad's house a few weeks after 
the Snowflake Dance, and we sneaked up into Brad's room and were
making love at the stroke of midnight, for only the second time in our
lives.  By then I had bought some condoms (that first time at the drug
store is always a nerve-wracking adventure for a teenager), and we
were looking forward to using them all up.  Missy discovered a taste
for sex, and her limber body served us both very well over the rest of
the school year. 

For her birthday in May, her parents invited me to the family party.  
There were about 20 people there, all members of her extended family.
I lost track of all the names, having only eyes for Missy.  I got her 
a little gold locket on a golden chain, and gave her my class ring to 
wear on the chain.  Then I brought out a boombox and slipped in a 
karaoke tape of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen" and sang loudly 
and badly to her, in front of her family and God and everybody.  She 
claimed she was mortified, but she still couldn't hide the absolutely 
delighted smile on her face as I made a fool of myself for her.

All that summer, we were hanging out together.  We would go to the 
beach with Brad and Lindsey, or head down to Fabrice's in the evening 
to meet up with a bunch of friends.  She ate dinner at my house 
nearly as often as I ate over at hers, and we spent hours on the 
telephone when we weren't together, talking about whatever came into 
our heads.

Football practice and cheer practice started about the same time 
later in the summer, and by then I had bought my own beater to drive 
around, so I picked Missy up every day and drove her to the high 
school for our practices, then drove her home, usually via the Dairy 
Queen or McDonald's, afterward.  We inaugurated the back seat of my 
car on the first weekend I owned it, crawling into the back with a 
blanket and a box of rubbers at the start of the triple-feature, and 
crawling back to the front, tired and sated, by the middle of the 
third movie.  By the end of summer, for my birthday, she got me a 
couple of CD's and wrote a note on a small slip of paper and put it 
inside the card she had gotten me.  The note said that she had visited
her doctor, and had convinced her to write a prescription for birth-
control pills, which she had been taking for a month.  That night we 
experienced, for the first time since THE first time, the closeness of
intimacy without latex intervening.  It was the best birthday present 
I have ever gotten.

But then the hard truth of the old expression "No Good Deed Ever Goes 
Unpunished" revealed itself.  It was Labor Day weekend, and Missy's 
family was taking advantage of the long weekend to visit relatives
out of town.  A big group of us new seniors, mostly guys on the 
football team with their girlfriends and a few other friends, headed 
down to the beach at one of the lakes nearby to picnic and take 
advantage of the hot weather before school really kicked in for the 
year.  There were maybe thirty of us scattered along the large beach 
and camping area.  Kids started arriving by midmorning on Saturday, 
and a lot of us were planning on staying at least until Sunday 
evening, as long as the weather held.  Marcus Delaney's older 
brothers, both in college, joined us with a bunch of their friends, 
and they picked up a couple of half-barrels of beer for everyone to 
enjoy.

Brad, Jared, Marcus and I all pitched our tents around a fire pit 
near the edge of the park.  Lindsey was coming up Saturday afternoon 
with Mattie to spend the night.  Marcus and I were bachelors for the 
weekend, so we made sure our tents were a little separated from 
Jared's and Brad's, so they would have a little more privacy.  After 
setting up our campsite, the four of us ran down to the beach and 
into the water, tossing a football back and forth.  Pretty soon we 
had enough boys and girls to organize a touch football game, so we 
moved up to a grassy field and played until we were all exhausted, 
hot and thirsty.  On our way past our campsite, I stopped and picked 
up some Gatorade for the four of us to chug down before we started 
in on the beer.

We ran down to the beach and jumped in the water to cool off.  Most 
of the guys were wearing either swimming trunks or cutoffs, and we 
had shed our shirts during the game.  The girls usually had on a tank 
top and shorts or a bikini, and they didn't hesitate before hitting 
the water either.  There was an extravagant amount of tempting female 
flesh exposed, and most of the unattached guys were hovering around 
the girls with their tongues hanging out, like hound dogs in heat.  
Even some of the attached guys couldn't help looking, me included.  
Most of the girls were there with a guy or with a group, but that 
didn't stop the guys from acting like they had never seen a female 
before.  It was kind of funny to watch.

There was a fire going and hot dogs on the grill, so we all loaded 
up on hot dogs, chips, cookies and beer after cooling off in the lake.
Some of the kids were starting to get a little sloshed, not being used
to drinking beer in quantity, or the heat and the sun, or not eating 
enough.  I saw a couple of girls flirting pretty heavily with some of 
the college guys, but didn't think much of it at the time.  One of 
the girls was Micki, a tiny sophomore who made the varsity 
cheerleading team, a very cute little thing with big, pouty lips that 
almost seemed to beg for a cock to suck.  I personally knew of about 
10 guys who had, indeed, had those lips wrapped around their dicks, 
as she tried to fuck her way onto the cheerleading squad as a 
freshman.  She was hanging onto the arm of one of the older guys, 
looking like she was never going to let go.  He sat there by the fire 
next to her, feeding her sips of beer from his cup and letting her 
demonstrate her talents by holding a hot dog up to her mouth for her 
to eat, with a shit-eating grin on his face.  For some reason, it 
bothered me.  I wasn't too concerned about Micki.  She was experienced
enough, I reasoned, to take care of herself under most circumstances.
But these college guys that came with Jerry and Ev, Marcus's brothers,
were unknown to us.  Just because they brought the beer did not make 
them part of our circle of friends, after all.

Just at that moment, Lindsey and Mattie showed up.  They had also 
brought three other girls from school, Bridget, Natalie, and Allie.
They gathered up Brad, Jared, Marcus, me, and Antonio to help them 
set up their gear, so I forgot about Micki and the college kids and 
walked back to the parking area with the rest of the group.

By the time we got done rearranging our campsite to accommodate three 
more tents, the sun was on its way down toward the horizon, and it 
was starting to cool off.  We each paired up with one of the girls 
and walked through the woods, gathering sticks and small logs for our 
own campfire later that evening.  Allie and I took the area by the 
parking lot, and we chatted and laughed as we gathered wood.  Allie 
was one of the starters on our girl's basketball team, a senior, and 
had always been a jock.  She had never ever shown any interest in 
dating, and in fact had turned down every invitation she had gotten, 
but she was an open and friendly kid, tall and attractive with long 
dark, almost black hair.  I'd known her since about the third grade, 
and we were pals through and through.  She knew Missy well, and she 
had told me early on in our relationship that she thought we made 
the perfect couple.  Allie and I could sit next to one another, hold 
hands, and talk of the deepest personal things, and there would 
still be absolutely no hint of any sexual attraction between us.  
It was very weird, believe me, having a girl friend who wasn't a 
girlfriend, if you know what I mean.

Around sundown, Jared and Mattie hopped in Jared's car and trekked 
back into town to pick up some pizzas for our dinner.  When they 
returned, they jumped out of the car, triumphantly holding up their 
prizes: they had brought back with them marshmallows, graham 
crackers, and chocolate bars for making S'mores, along with more 
chips and popcorn and sodas and beer.  We all gathered around and 
feasted in a junk-food frenzy until we were too full to move.  Of 
course, with the beer, this brought on a burping contest among us 
guys, to the disgust and giggles of the girls.  Allie outdid us 
all, however, with a monumental burst that must have started in her 
legs, coming out deep and sonorous and resonating throughout our 
campsite.  Marcus suggested a farting contest, but we all declined.  
We weren't THAT drunk.

We could see that a lot of the other campsites were starting to quiet 
down also, though there was still a big, raucous crowd around the 
college campsite.  One half-barrel was empty and lying on its side 
like a giant's discarded beer can, and the second one had been 
tapped.  Brad and Lindsey said their good-nights and headed for their 
tent, and Jared and Mattie followed shortly after.  Marcus, Allie, 
Bridget, Natalie and I sat around our campfire, adding wood 
occasionally, and swapped scary stories and urban legends.  Finally, 
the activity combined with the sun and the beer caught up with all 
of us, and we said good night to each other and headed for our 
respective tents.

Sometime later, I'm guessing about 2 hours after I had fallen 
asleep, I woke up desperate to take a piss.  I crawled out of my 
sleeping bag and unzipped the tent, slipped into my tennis shoes, 
and padded softly through our silent campsite toward the woods.  
I entered into the trees and started to relieve myself, when I 
heard some voices in a nearby clearing.  As I was finishing, I 
suddenly heard a female voice cry out in fear or pain, followed 
immediately by a sharp male voice.  I headed toward the sound of 
the voices, crouching down and moving as quietly through the pine 
needles and deadfall as I could, until I got to the edge of the 
clearing.  There was about a 3/4 moon out, and it was a clear 
night, so I could see my surroundings very well.

In the clearing were three of the college guys, standing around a 
moaning, limp form on the ground.  One of the guys knelt down and 
slapped the body on the ground, and growled, "Keep your mouth 
shut, bitch, until we tell you to open it."

The body on the ground rolled over into a fetal position, covering 
her head with her hands to try to ward off any more slaps, but she 
was in no shape to be effective in her defense.  Her elbow moved out 
of the way for a moment, and I could see it was Micki on the ground.
She sounded hurt, and her movements looked like she was either 
passing-out drunk, or she was injured.  Her tank top was torn, and 
her bra gleamed whitely through the torn fabric.  The kneeling kid 
reached for her shoulders and pulled her roughly around and onto her 
back, and then rudely shoved his hand down her pants.

"I'll get her lubed up for us," he said with a smile as he looked up 
at his friends.  "Man, she's been asking for it all night long.  
It's time she got what she deserves.  She'll be walking sore 
tomorrow, right, guys?" he said with a laugh.

"Oh, yeah, I can't wait to get into that tight little ass," said 
one of his friends.  "And those lips!  I'll bet she can suck the 
chrome off a tailpipe!"

The third guy looked hesitant.  "Uh, guys, this isn't right.  
Jimbo, let her go.  She's practically passed out.  Just let it 
alone."

Jimbo looked up at him, his hand still buried in her pants.  "Hey, 
Carl, if you don't want any of this, just walk away.  Nobody's 
stopping you.  But I'm going to enjoy myself here.  This bitch has 
been hanging all over me all night, getting me all worked up, and 
I'm going to give her what she's been asking for.  If you want to 
pass on it, that's up to you."

"It isn't right, Jimbo, and you know it.  Steve, what about you?  
Do you think this is right?  It's rape, man.  Look at her, she 
doesn't know what she's doing," pleaded Carl.

Steve just looked at him, cigarette dangling from the corner of 
his mouth, without saying anything.

"Okay, man, if that's how it's going to be played, count me out."
Carl turned and walked out.

"Aw, fuck him," said Jimbo.  "Come on, Steve, give me a hand here. 
She's squirming around too much to get these clothes off her by 
myself."

Steve crushed out his cigarette and bent down to help his friend.  
I stepped into the clearing, about 10 feet away from them, but they 
were to engrossed in their task to notice me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I said quietly.  My 
blood was raging, and the adrenaline was pumping into me until I 
thought I would explode.

Jimbo looked up, surprised.  "Who the fuck are you?" he asked.  
"Either turn around and walk away, or else give us a hand here with 
this bitch."

Steve looked at me fearfully as he knelt there.  He was closest to 
me, and his hands were still on Micki's shorts, trying to unbutton 
them.  He was small and skinny with bad skin, and I could see the 
sudden panic in his eyes.

I lashed out and kicked him in the face.  His mouth snapped shut with 
the contact, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.  He went down 
hard and didn't move.  I jumped over Micki as Jimbo started standing 
up.  He was shorter than me by about 4 inches, and I outweighed him 
by at least 30 pounds.  He had medium-long dirty hair, and he had 
three small gold hoops in each ear.  He had been drinking heavily, 
which seemed to give him an inclination to fight, but he was 
outmatched.  I was bigger than him, plus I had been working out for 
football.  He was still rising when I backhanded him across his cheek.
He staggered, but did not go down.  He stood, bellowed, and charged
me.  His head was down, so he couldn't see me very well, and I
sidestepped him and gave him a shove to help him on his way.  He fell
in a heap, and I jumped onto him and snapped his head back with a fist
to his nose.  I felt the cartilage of his nose crunch on impact, and
his head hit the ground hard.  I grabbed him by the hair to hold him,
and then slipped my index finger through each of his earrings, one at
a time, and yanked them out.  As each earring tore through the flesh
of his ear, he gave out a scream of pain and tried to buck me off.  By
the time I was finished with him, blood was streaming down both sides 
of his neck, and the fight had gone out of him.

His screams drew attention, though.  Marcus's brothers, Jerry and 
Ev, came running up, with Carl on their heels, and stopped short just 
as I was climbing off Jimbo.

"What the hell happened here?" demanded Jerry.

"Your buddies were only trying to rape Micki," I said heatedly.  "I 
got here just as they were getting warmed up."

"He's right, Jerry," said Carl.  "I was coming back to get you guys 
to try to talk some sense into Jimbo before he made a big mistake.  
This kid must have gotten here right after I left."

"I saw you leave.  I thought you were just going to let it happen," 
I said to Carl.  "I wasn't going to just stand by and watch."

Jimbo was sitting on the ground, moaning and pressing his hands to 
his damaged ears.  Ev walked over to Steve, who was just beginning 
to groan in pain and roll around.  Micki, meanwhile, had managed to 
sit up and lean against a log, looking wide-eyed at the scene around 
her.

Jerry looked at me, and then extended his hand.  "Thanks, man, for 
intervening.  These guys were friends of friends.  I really didn't 
know them.  I apologize for this.  Don't worry, Ev and Carl and I 
will take care of these pieces of shit now.  Ev?  Grab that sorry 
motherfucker and haul him back to the campsite.  Carl, give Jimbo 
a hand.  Hey, Jimbo, it looks like your nose is broken.  Does it 
hurt, man?"

Jimbo just nodded his head.

"Good," said Jerry disgustedly.  "You will need a reminder of just 
how fucking stupid you are."

Jimbo hung his head as Carl reached out to help him stand.  Steve 
was on his feet by now, but he was still pretty unsteady, and Ev 
was hanging on to him.  They all walked slowly back to their campsite.

Jerry stopped and turned back around.  "I owe you, Ray.  You did 
great.  Do you need a hand with her?"  He nodded in Micki's direction.

"No, thanks, I'll take care of her," I said.  I walked over to her 
and put my hand out for her to grab, then pulled her up.  She stood 
and moved in to give me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my 
waist.  She was shaking and starting to cry, a delayed reaction 
brought on, no doubt, by the alcohol in her system and the shock. 
I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her back toward my own 
campsite.

She didn't say a word as we walked slowly over to my tent, holding 
on all the way.  Her head was down, resting against my chest as I 
helped her along.

"Where's your tent, Micki?" I asked.

She just shook her head.  I reached down and lifted up her chin to 
look at her, and saw her tears tracking down her dirty cheeks.

"Where's your tent?" I asked again.

'I don't have one," she said.  "I wasn't going to stay, but then the 
girls I came up here with wanted to leave, and I didn't, so they 
left and I stayed."

A dilemma.  But, once you begin an action as a Good Samaritan, you 
can't quit halfway through, so I mentally sighed and resigned myself 
to finishing this.

"Okay," I said.  "You'll stay here.  Here's a towel and some water.  
Why don't you clean yourself up a little, then crawl into my sleeping 
bag.  I'll wait out here until you're comfortable."  I gently guided 
her toward the flap of my tent, then let her stoop down and go in by 
herself.

As soon as the flap closed, I heard her call out.  "Ray?  Are you 
still there?"

"I'm here, Micki.  I'm not going anywhere.  Just let me know when 
you're ready, and I'll come in."

I heard her rustling around for a few minutes, until she finally 
called out softly, "Okay, Ray.  I'm ready."

She was bundled up in my sleeping bag as if she were intensely cold, 
with only her head showing.  Her eyes were wide and she still had a 
frightened look in them as she watched me crawl in.  I lay down on 
top of the ground sheet next to her.

"I don't know how to thank you, Ray," she said quietly.  Tears 
started leaking from her eyes again, though she wasn't sobbing.

"Hey," I said.  "You just got caught up in a situation.  I'm just 
glad I came along when I did."

"Me, too," she said.  "God, how could I be so stupid?" she suddenly 
wailed, turning away from me.

"Micki, don't beat yourself up over this," I said, putting my hand 
on her shoulder.  "Those guys should have known better than to try 
to take advantage of you.  You may have been careless, but they were 
the ones creating the problem."

She turned back around and wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"Thanks," she said.  "But you really laid into them, didn't you?"

It was my turn to feel embarrassed.  "Yeah, I did, I guess," I said.
"Go to sleep, Micki, and we'll talk about it in the morning, okay?"

I could see her eyes were drooping even as I said it.  She nodded, 
then sat up quickly, still clutching the sleeping back tightly to 
her, and gave me a kiss on my cheek.  She lay back down and was asleep
in minutes.

I was cold, and the aftermath of the fight contributed to my shivers.
I got out a sweatshirt and put it on, then lay down again and huddled
against the side of the tent and tried to sleep.



When I woke up in the morning, I was cold and stiff.  I rolled over 
and looked over at Micki.  She was looking back at me, watching me 
quietly.

"Good morning," I said.  "How do you feel?"

"Like shit," she said.  "I've got a headache, and I'm sore all over."

"I'm not surprised," I said.  "You were not in good shape last night.
Let's see if we can get you something to eat.  It'll make you feel 
much better."

"Um....I don't have a top to wear.  Mine got all torn up.  I'm not 
wearing anything right now," she said.

"Oh," I said.  I had forgotten about her ripped tank top.  "Well, 
you can wear one of my t-shirts.  Here," I said as I rummaged 
around looking for a shirt for her, "try this one on."

She took it and disappeared into the sleeping bag.  There were 
mysterious movements and bulges, then her arms appeared, and she 
pushed the sleeping bag down as she wriggled out.

"Thanks, Ray," she said, eyes downcast.  The t-shirt was huge on her.

"Come on, let's find some food," I said, grabbing her hand.

She pulled me back before I could move and looked pleadingly at me.

"Please don't say anything to anybody about what happened last 
night," she implored.  "I don't want anybody to know about this.  
Please?"

"Okay, Micki," I said.  "Anything you say."

"Do you promise?  I mean it, Ray, no one.  I feel stupid enough 
without everyone pointing and snickering at me for the rest of my 
life."

"Micki, I don't think it will be as bad as that, but if you insist, 
okay.  I promise."  I had no clue at the time just what keeping that 
promise would cost me shortly.

I opened the flap of the tent, still holding her hand, and we stepped 
out into the sunshine.

Everybody else was already up and around the campsite, tending the 
fire or getting ready to cook breakfast.  It was like somebody 
yelled "Freeze!"  All seven of them stopped what they were doing and 
stared at Micki and me.

I heard Brad say, "Oh, shit," almost at the same time as Allie 
whispered to herself, "What is she doing here?"  I mentally kicked 
myself.  Fuck me with a baseball bat, I thought, how is this going 
to go?

Micki stopped short, still holding on to me, and looked around 
nervously.

"Uh," I stammered, "this isn't what it looks like..."

"No?" said Lindsey coldly.  "And just what is it, if it isn't what 
it looks like?"

"Ray?" Micki said quietly behind me.  "Maybe I should just go."

"Come on, Lindz, you know me better than that," I pleaded.  "Micki 
just...uh..."

"I thought I knew you, Ray," said Lindsey.  "I think I know HER, 
too."  Her stare in Micki's direction was decidedly unfriendly.

"Ray?" Micki said, a tremor in her voice.

"Come on, Micki, I'll give you a ride back home," I said roughly. 
"Brad, do me a favor, pack up my stuff?  I'll pick it up from you 
later."  I whirled and practically pulled Micki off her feet as I 
headed for my car.

"Sure, buddy," I heard him call after me.  "I'll call you when I get 
back home."

I unlocked the car and opened the door for Micki, then walked around 
and got in.  I started it up and spun out of the parking lot onto 
the dirt road, fishtailing slightly until the tires gained traction.
I willed my hands to relax on the wheel, and slowed the car down, 
and took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.  I glanced over at 
Micki, sitting against the door looking at me with sad eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Ray," she said dejectedly.  "I've really messed this 
whole weekend up."

I took one more deep breath.  "Not your fault, Micki.  Don't worry 
about it.  It's their problem if they read more into a situation 
than what's there."

We drove on for a few more minutes in silence.

"So," she said with a rueful smile, "how's your day going so far?"

I goggled at her in shock until the absurdity of the situation struck 
me.  I laughed out loud, and so did Micki.  We drove down the dirt 
road, weaving back and forth, laughing until we cried.


(Continued in Chapter 9)

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