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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Hard Promise, Chap. 2/14 (rom mf)
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 18:10:02 -0400
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HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather



- 2 -

The night before our homecoming football game, the school sponsored a
big bonfire out on the baseball field, and most of the kids from the
high school were there.  The mood was effervescent, and my buddies
and I contributed to the manic energy by throwing huge logs into the
fire, laughing and showing off.  Later, off in one of the dimmer
areas away from the giant fire, a bunch of seniors from the football
team were passing around a lot of cheap wine in grape drink bottles,
and most of the team was gathered around.  Since the quarterback, a
senior, was hot and heavy with the head cheerleader, a lot of her
friends were there also, including Melissa.  Mutual attraction
exerted its gravitational pull on both of us, and pretty soon we
were standing side by side, shivering and stamping our feet at the
cold, taking sips and gulps from the bottles as they were passed
around, joking and chatting with each other and with those around us.

By the time the wine had been by us four or five times, couples had
started pairing off into more private conversations.  I had my arm
around Melissa's shoulder, ostensibly to provide a little warmth, and
our conversation got quieter and softer and more exclusive with the
mood around us.  We were still just talking about easy stuff, about
teachers and coaches, dissing our friends, that kind of thing, but
there was an undertone we were both aware of, even if we weren't
actually acknowledging it.  By evening's end we were holding hands
and laughing comfortably with each other like we had been doing this
for months.  Later that night, back at Fabrice's after the bonfire,
our two groups had merged, and we were all sitting at a bunch of
tables moved together, still paired up and talking now as couples
instead of groups separated by gender.  Brad, my best friend since
6th grade, gave me a thumbs-up when no one else was looking.

The next day was Homecoming.  The cheerleaders were all marching
together in the parade, and the football team pretty much stayed
together and soaked up the cheers and good wishes from the town.  It's
a great feeling to know that you are a part of all that good karma,
and my buddies and I really hammed it up.  At the game we all wanted
to give back to the town and the school a team "thank-you" for their 
enthusiasm, so we really played tough, and everyone on the team
concentrated on the game, so there wasn't the usual goofing off on
the bench that day.  I did manage to glance over at the cheerleading
squad when I was not involved on the field, and a couple of times I
saw Missy watching me.  It kind of gave me the chills to think that
she might like me as much as I liked her.  But the important thing
at the time was that we played well, and we won the game.

A week later a bunch of us met at the local movie theater and paired
off again.  I don't for the life of me remember what the movie was
because I was so nervous.  By the time the opening credits had finished,
Missy and I were holding hands and paying more attention to each other's
body language than to the movie playing on the screen.  By the end of
the second reel, our knees were touching, and I had my arm draped
around her shoulder.  She leaned in closer to me, and stayed that way
until the end of the film.  We were still feeling a little tentative,
however, which made us sit up a little straighter than we would have 
otherwise.  My arm started to tingle and fall asleep. but I was not
going to remove it, no matter how uncomfortable I got.

At the end of the movie, just before the house lights came up, I
painfully lifted my arm off her shoulder and started rubbing it, trying
to get some feeling back into it.  Missy glanced at me out of the
corner of her eye, and started giggling.  My first thought was What
the heck is she laughing at?, but I couldn't hold that thought for
more than a moment before I started chuckling, too.  It was kind of
funny, I thought, to think that through most of a two-hour movie I
had no feeling at all in my arm, this arm that was closest to this
girl I was beginning to really like a lot.

We walked out of the movie holding hands, bundled up against the cold,
and joined our friends as we all piled into cars to go back to the
pizza joint.  Missy and I jumped into my friend Brad's car with about
6 other kids, and she sat on my lap the whole way.  I was not
comfortable at all, seeing as how I had about 110 pounds of
cheerleader sitting almost directly on a part of me that was
getting distressingly larger and stiffer by the second, but I
wouldn't have traded the moment for anything.  Missy, meanwhile, kept
on wriggling around, trying to make room for the other kids also
wedged into the car, and incidentally increasing my discomfort.  She
made no indication at all that she felt me rising beneath her, other
than glancing over her shoulder at me occasionally and smiling, but
she certainly had to have noticed it.

By the time we got to the pizza parlor, I was in no small amount of
pain, and had difficulty straightening up once we got out of the car.
Fortunately, my coat was sufficiently long to hide my erection, which
managed to spring up once Missy got off my lap.  Standing by the car,
she asked if I was all right, all the time trying to hide a rather
large grin behind her solicitude.  By the time I managed to stand up
straight she was already tugging me into the restaurant, laughing
and joking with everyone.

I imagine that nearly everybody remembers their first really good
kiss.  My first really memorable kiss was with Missy later that night
on the ride home.  Sure, I had been out with other girls before, and
had played suckface and grab-ass with a couple of them, but even at
the time I knew that they really didn't mean anything much to me.
But that night, back in Brad's car, it was just the four of us left.
Brad and his girlfriend Lindsey, me and Melissa.  Brad and Lindsey
had definite plans for later, I was sure, and they were gracious in
agreeing to drop us off.  On the way to Missy's house, the radio was
playing softly, and it was lightly snowing, making it seem like we
were the only people left in the world.  Even with a center console
on his car, Lindsey was leaning on Brad's shoulder as he drove, and
Missy and I had our arms wrapped around each other in the back seat.
At least part of the reason we were so close was because of the cold,
but we both knew, also, that this night held something special for
us as a couple, that it kind of marked the beginning of our
relationship.

As we turned down Missy's street she turned to me, and her eyes were
soft and blue and wistful and irresistible.  I leaned over her,
closed my eyes, and we softly kissed.  And held that kiss for what
seemed like a year.  Her lips were moving slightly against mine,
parted just a little, and her lipstick tasted of strawberries.  After
we broke the kiss we gazed at each other, both slightly breathless,
both with nothing and everything to say, all of it left unsaid.  We
came together again for another kiss, but this one had the strength
of a hunger behind it, and our embrace was tighter and more
demanding.  She opened her mouth slightly and touched my lips with
her tongue, causing my internal temperature to flare.  I reached
out just a little with my tongue, touching tips with hers, and
fireworks seemed to go off in my head.  As Brad pulled into her
driveway we pulled reluctantly apart, breathing hard.  Missy's face
was flushed, and she took a deep breath, and said, "Wow."

It's a moment that will live within me forever.



By the time I came out of my trance Brad was in front of my house
and anxious for me to get the hell out of his way so he and Lindsey
could head out to their favorite parking spot, so I said my good-byes
and headed into the house and up to my room.  I was tempted to call
Melissa right away to try to make the magic of the night last a little
longer, but decided that I had better not call her house so late and
incur the wrath of her parents.  After all, they were going to get to
know me very well quite soon, I was sure, as Melissa and I became
closer.

It was a very long time before I was able to go to sleep that night.



(Continued in Chapter 3)





Rev. Cotton Mather
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