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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Hard Promise, Chap. 3/14 (rom mf)
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HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather



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And so it began.  We started hanging out after our respective practices
ended, talking for as long as we could.  Missy's mother would always
pick her up from cheerleading practice, and Brad was just as happy to
stick around and wait for me since that gave him and Lindsey more time
together, too.  Missy told her mom that practice was being extended by
twenty minutes, a little white lie to buy a little extra time for us.
When she saw her mother's car pull into the school lot she would jump
up, give me a quick wave and a smile, and run down the drive so her
mother wouldn't see she was sitting around talking to a boy.  The good
news about this routine is I really loved watching her run down the
drive.  The bad news is that all the other football players who were
still around also were watching her appreciatively, which I didn't
particularly care for.  Even Brad, as seriously in lust as he was with
Lindsey, took a moment out of whispering in her ear to watch Missy
run, for which he earned a killer look from Lindsey along with a slug
to his arm that I'm sure stung for quite awhile.  And, to top it all
off, I had a feeling that Melissa's name was going to be added to a
few more lists the next time we got around to revising them.

Missy's parents were very conservative and wouldn't allow her to go
out on a date.  Group activities were all right, however, so the next
Friday we arranged to meet, as usual, at Fabrice's after the football
game.  Brad and I had concocted a scheme to take off right away from
the pizza parlor and head out to one of the public beaches with the
girls.  We made sure we had some beer, some wine, and lots of blankets
in the car.  Missy was nervous about leaving her friends at Fabrice's,
but I think she was as anxious as I was about having a little time
alone together, and that sentiment prevailed.

It was a clear, cold night.  We brought along a large pizza and ate it
in the car at the beach, popping open the beer and wine at the same
time.  The windows of the car were steaming up from the pizza and the
combined exhalations of the four of us, and we were all as happy as it
was possible to be at that age.

When the pizza was gone we all jumped out of the car, each with a
blanket or two, and we ran down toward the waterline.  There were fire
pits built into the ground and we found enough sticks and wood to
build a small fire.  The four of us dropped our blankets and ran down
to the lake, where Brad and I tried to teach Lindsey and Missy how to
skip stones on the water.  Their efforts were pitiful, and we all
ended up falling on the frozen sand, laughing until our sides ached.
As we were lying there catching our breath, Missy just naturally
rolled against me, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and
pulled her closer.


We all got up and headed back to our meager fire.  It had burned down
to mere embers, giving us a point of reference, instead of heat or
light.  Brad and Lindsey wrapped themselves under two blankets on one
side of the pit, and Missy and I spread one blanket on the ground and
pulled two others over us, covering ourselves from our feet up over
our heads.  Within this dark cocoon we were insulated from the cold
and from the rest of the world.

As we lay there we were facing each other.  I had one arm around her
neck, hand resting on her shoulder.  I unzipped her heavy coat and
slipped my other hand under her coat across her waist.  Gazing into
my eyes, she slowly unzipped my coat and threaded her arms inside and
around me, then lifted up her face to me.  She closed her eyes, and
without saying a word, kissed me tenderly on the lips.  Her lips were
soft and creamy and again tasted faintly of strawberries.  We separated
momentarily, remembering to breathe once again, then slipped into
another kiss.  Her arms clenched, and heat suddenly poured into the
kiss as I felt her mouth open against mine and the tips of our tongues
met for only the second time.  I felt more than heard her moan softly,
and I heard myself growl as sensations I had scarcely imagined began
coursing through my body.  I couldn't seem to get her close enough to
me as my arms tightened.  I felt her leg reach around mine as if she,
too, was trying to remove some distance between us.  By this time our
tongues were wrestling with each other, first within her mouth, and
then inside mine.  We were both breathing heavily, sharing the close
air underneath the blankets, and the air temperature around us
moderated with our exhalations and the release of our body heat.
My hand, already warmed, found its way under her sweater to the soft
skin beneath, and I pressed my palm against the small of her back,
luxuriating in the softness of her skin overlaying the hard muscles
just under the surface.  In response, I felt one of her hands snake
under my sweatshirt and T-shirt, caressing up and down my back and
side.  I ran my hand up the smooth length of her back until I felt
the tight band of her bra, and slipped under the strap between her
shoulder blades, and pressed her even more tightly to me.  I twisted,
turning her under me so that she was on her back and I was over her,
still engaged in our kiss.  My hand slipped back down her back, then
across her waist to her stomach, still under her sweater.  She broke
the kiss, and I bent to kiss and suck on her neck and earlobe, creating
a purring sound from deep within her.  She stretched her neck up,
giving me more to caress with my lips, and she brought one hand up to
the back of my head, fingers running through my hair as she pressed me
closer to her sensitive throat.  Her leg was still running up and down
mine, her knee creating contact from my upper thigh to nearly my shin.
Her breathing was ragged as she pulled my face up to indulge in
another open-mouthed kiss.  I thrust my tongue deeply into her mouth,
and felt her lips and teeth nibble along its length.  At the same time
she sucked in, drawing breath from my lungs into hers.  My hand
slipped up to her small breast, and I could feel her nipple poking
into my palm through her bra.  As I gently squeezed, her breath
caught, and she pushed my tongue out of her mouth with hers and
roughly entwined it with hers.

I broke the kiss and we both gasped for breath.  She pushed her chest
up, pressing her breast into my hand as her mouth opened in a silent
scream.  I bent to taste the skin at her throat again as I slipped my
hand beneath the elastic edge of her bra and cupped her soft breast.
She moaned and ran her own hand down from my back to grab my ass and
pull me against her, her hips bumping against my erection almost of
their own accord.  I moved my hand across her chest, pushing her bra
up over her small breasts, and caressed her other nipple and breast.
I reveled in the shape and texture of her flesh, marveling in the
sensation of finally, actually touching sensitive female parts for
the first time in my life.

I slid down from her throat and licked and kissed around the
circumference of her breast, massaging the other one at the same time.
I took her engorged nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, causing her
to groan and hold my head close to her.  I opened my mouth wide and
tried to suck in as much of her breast as I could, until I felt her
nipple against the back of my tongue.  I then licked my way over to
her other breast and tasted it the same way.  She was moaning the
entire time, and was slowly shaking her head back and forth, lost in
the feelings being transmitted from her aroused body.

Emboldened, I slipped my hand back down her as I was feasting on her
breast until I reached her waist and the waistband of her tight jeans.
As my fingers tried to wiggle under the denim, she stiffened slightly
and, grabbing my wrist, said softly, "No, Ray.  Please don't."

I acquiesced and brought my hand back up to play once more with her
turgid nipple.  I scootched back up and kissed her eyelids, her
cheekbones, her earlobes, and finally planted soft kisses on her
lips.  As our lips touched, she once again opened her mouth and
stretched her tongue in search of mine.  I squeezed first one breast,
then the other, as our tongues battled, alternately pinching and
caressing each distended nipple in turn.  Finally, almost as an
antidote to the intense heat we were generating for each other, our
mouths slid apart, leaving trails of moisture along each other's
cheeks, and our arms and hands left their caresses and moved to each
other's back, each of us pulling the other into a fierce hug.

"Oh, Ray," she whispered in my ear, "I'm afraid."

Surprised, I arched back and looked into her eyes.  They were soft and
doelike in the darkness of our hideaway.

"Why are you afraid?" I asked her.

She pressed herself back against me, hugging me, and didn't answer for
what seemed like a long time.

"I'm afraid of my feelings for you," she said so softly I almost
couldn't hear.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say anything.  I did
kiss her again, though, and it must have been the right answer, because
she kissed me back, hard.

Just at that moment we both heard a keening wail that started low and
quiet, and built up into a very loud, ululating cry.  It seemed to come
from just on the other side of our fire pit.  It caused us to sit up in
alarm and look over at the pile of blankets just beyond the embers.
All we could see was the pile jerking up and down, and then stopping
as the cry faded into the night.  When we realized that the sound was
coming from Lindsey's throat, we looked at each other and began to
giggle and extricate ourselves from our own twisted covers.  When the
blankets fell off us, the cold air hit us hard enough to take our
breath away as we struggled to rearrange our clothes and zip up our
coats.  As we were getting up and folding our blankets, Brad and
Lindsey emerged from their shelter, clothing completely disheveled.
They saw us and stopped, apparently having forgotten that we had come
with them, then looked at each other sheepishly.  They stood up,
blankets around them, and hustled off toward the woods, away from the
dim firelight, to put their clothes back on.  They walked back toward
us in a few minutes, arm in arm, and we all started laughing again as
we packed up our gear into Brad's car.

As we climbed into the car, Brad started it up.  We were waiting for
the car's interior to warm up, cuddled together two by two, when Brad
said, "Sorry about that, guys.  We didn't realize we were making so
much noise."

This caused us to break up laughing again at the ridiculousness of
the situation, four voices raucous in the enjoyment of their youth.

"Just drive, Bucko", said Lindsey, giggling.

All the way back to Missy's house we were holding tightly onto each
other, alternately kissing with a renewed passion and gazing wordlessly
into each other's eyes, until all too soon we were pulling into her
driveway.  Almost immediately her porch light came on, so she
reluctantly let go of me and slid over to the door.  She leaned back
over and gave me one last scorching kiss, then opened the door, and
with a soft "Good night", left me cooling and suddenly lonely in the
back seat.

I stared into nothingness, thinking about Missy and the evening until
Brad dropped me off at my house.



(Continued in Chapter 4)







Rev. Cotton Mather
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