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Remember when I announced that PTW would be 35 chapters?  Well, I lied.  
Would you believe closer to 40?  We'll see...

Meanwhile, enjoy Chapter 30.






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PLAYING TO WIN:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK II


by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 30 -

SEARCHING FOR TRUTHS AND LIES



The soccer team returned home triumphant, and the recruiters 
started
ú****ing.  Pick called on Monday, too, and told me that he had been 
at
the championship game.

"Helluva stop, son, on that corner," he said.

"The kid who took the shot is a really good player," I said.  "All-
State selection the past two years."

"You mean that Spencer Goldman fella?  I know, Sean.  He's on my
list to call on, too."

"Really?  He'd be a great addition to your team, Coach."

Pick went on to let me know that the paperwork was in motion for his
offer, and if my parents or I had any questions, to call him at any
time.

"Now, I really mean that, son," he reiterated.

"I know you do, Coach, and I appreciate it.  I've got your number,
right here on the kitchen bulletin board."

"Okay, then," he said.  "You take care, Sean.  I'll be talking to
you in just a few weeks."

"So long, Coach, and thanks for everything."

Trent, Eric, Jorge and I were soccer heroes for a few weeks, just as
Tiny and Alex Simmons, our senior quarterback, were the football
heroes for the moment.  We could all bask in the glory until
basketball season started, and then it would be somebody else's turn,
in this case Sam Loggins, our 6'5" sophomore phenom, to be the
athletic Big Man On Campus.  Personally, as much as I enjoyed the
attention for awhile, I was just as glad to sink back into relative
anonymity again, once the winter sports began.

By Christmas break, Kayla and I had become one of the student body
Official Couples, and we had fallen into a general routine of doing
homework, either at my house or hers, and then going for a run
afterwards, time permitting.  On the weekends, we would meet up with
friends and go to the school basketball games, or perhaps head over
to Mike's Pizza.  We would have occasional make-out sessions in the
car on the way back home, but nothing more serious than the kissing
and petting we had experimented with before.  The arrangement seemed
to work well.  I purposely didn't put any pressure on Kayla to go any
further than she was willing to go, and yet she was happy to help me
with my particular needs as the occasion arose, you should pardon the
pun.  She took our relationship seriously, and I so did I.  Maybe I
was learning from past mistakes, finally.  I hoped so.

While Molly certainly didn't enter a convent, neither did she get
nutty again.  She and I talked often, usually during school, but
occasionally one or the other of us would call, and we would spend an
hour or so on the telephone.  At first, Kayla was a little concerned
about these calls, wondering if Molly had an ulterior motive, but
after watching the trusting friendship that Molly and I were
developing, she wisely said nothing.

For Molly's part, it took her a long time, and a lot of gut-
wrenching conversations with me, with Josh, with Tessa, and with her
sister Heather, to regain her spirit and her positive outlook.  It
helped that Joey and Vinnie were still serving detention every
afternoon.  With no leader to hold them together, the Bulls, a pretty
rag-tag group to begin with, even considering the trouble they had
managed to stir up over the past couple of years, were pretty much
finished.  Harold and Pammy had both dropped out of school and gotten
low paying jobs after tiring of serving out a few weeks of their
daily detention.  A rumor flashed through school sometime before
Christmas break that Pammy was pregnant and had gotten kicked out of
her mother's house, that she had moved in with Harold, living in the
basement of the Barnes house with him.  A few days later, Jen Davies
came to school and let her friends know that she had run into Pammy
at a doughnut shop where she spent her days mixing dough, and it was
all supposedly true.

Richie Del Toro was still in the pokey, and little brother Jilly was
still in reform school, and the Del Toro family was watched pretty
carefully by our local law enforcement community, just in case.

One day, just a few days after Thanksgiving, I got an invitation in
the mail from the Wilkinsons, about an open house holiday party that
Lori was hosting.  There was a handwritten note paperclipped to the
invitation:

"Dearest Sean,

Davey, Kip and I would love to see you at our open house.  Many of
the parents and boys from the team will be here.  Please come, and
please bring a guest if you'd like!

Love, Lori"

The date for the party was on a Saturday afternoon and evening.  I
assumed that the kids would probably be there during the afternoon,
and the evening would be mostly for adults.  I called Kayla and told
her about it, and we made a date.

The Saturday of Lori's party was unseasonably warm, almost a
throwback to October weather.  I had on casual pants and a short-
sleeve shirt, and I took along a light jacket, for when it cooled off
after the sun went down.  I drove over to pick up Luscious, who came
skipping out her front door as soon as I pulled into the driveway.
She had on baggy green cotton pants, and a light green sweater.  She
had pinned a little gold Rudolph pin, with a tiny garnet for his
nose, to her sweater, for a holiday accessory.  She wore her pale,
almost white hair down and loose, and it cascaded over her shoulders
and fluttered in the breeze as she ran to the car.  My heart nearly
stopped as I watched her, she was so lovely.

As she opened the door, she tossed a backpack into the rear seat,
and then sat down and shimmied over to sit close to me.

"What's in the pack?" I asked, but she just looked at me, a small
smile on her face.  Her only answer was to kiss me on the cheek
before settling back into the seat.

There were a lot of cars parked in the driveway and in the street,
and I had to go around the corner to find a parking spot.  Kay and I
walked up the sidewalk to the house.  The front door was open, and
there was quite a bit of noise coming from the house as we turned up
the driveway to the sidewalk, skirting the cars parked in the
driveway.

I opened the storm door for Kayla, and as soon as we stepped into
the house, I was bombarded by two bolts of lightning.

"Sean!  You came to our party!"

"Mom!  Sean's here!"

Kip looked up at Kayla, her silky blonde hair backlit by the
sunlight streaming in through the glass of the door, a look of awe on
his face.

"Are you an angel?" he asked breathlessly.

Kayla burst out laughing, and then knelt down and gave Kip a big hug.

"No, I'm not an angel.  I'm just a girl," she said.  "But thank you
anyway, sweetie."

I bent down close to Kip's ear.

"She's fibbing, pal.  She really is an angel.  My angel."

She glanced at me, her eyes happy and shining.

Lori came out of the family room, and Kay and I hurriedly stood up
to say hello.  She gave me a hug, and when I introduced her to Kayla,
she surprised her by giving her a big hug, too.

Lori held her for just a moment, looking into Kayla's eyes.

"Do you know how special this boy is?" she asked.

Kayla smiled, her eyes softening.  "Oh, yes, I do," she replied.

Lori cocked her head critically.  "Yes, I believe you do," she said
seriously.  She suddenly grinned.  "Come on," she said, taking us
each by an arm.  "I should introduce you around."  And she led us
into the living room, where a lot of the soccer parents were standing
or sitting in little pockets of conversation.

I knew most of them, having met one or both parents at one time or
another over the course of the last couple of seasons, so we did the
rounds, saying a few words to each as I introduced Kayla, and
accepting congratulations from them for the team's season and for my
individual awards.

We were holding hands as we walked toward the kitchen, hoping to
find a soft drink.  There was a big, booming voice echoing from the
family room, and from the sounds of it, the owner of that voice had
quite a crowd in there he was entertaining, because there was a lot
of laughter and chatter coming from there.  There were a couple of
cooks and servers in the kitchen, caterers preparing little snacks
and hors d'oeuvres, and one of them directed us toward the dining
room, where a temporary bar was set up on the sideboard.  We found
plastic cups, ice, and sodas in there, along with liquor, beer and
wine.  We poured Cokes into cups for ourselves.  I looked around,
making sure nobody was watching us, and picked up an open bottle of
rum, and splashed just a little into each of our glasses.  Kayla
watched me silently, her face solemn but her eyes dancing, and we
stirred our drinks, and walked hand in hand toward the family room.

Lori sprang up from her seat on a footstool next to the big man with
the big voice, the same man she had been with at the soccer game.

"Sean, you remember David?"  She turned to David.  "Dave, this is
Kayla Lehigh.  Kayla, this is David McMasters."

Kay's small hand was lost as it was completely engulfed in David's
big hand.  He was very gentle, however, as he bent down and greeted
her.  He motioned to the chair he had just vacated.

"Such a lovely creature should not have to stand," he said.
"Please, Kayla, sit here.  Mr. P., and how are you?"  He shook my
hand with appreciably more vigor.  "That was a great game you played
that Lori took me to see.  I really enjoyed it.  Can't say I really
know much about soccer, but Lori's boys are teaching me all the time.
Here, sit, right here next to your companion," he continued,
indicating the footstool.

"No, thank you, I'd prefer to stand," I said.  "Lori?  Please sit
and relax."  I glanced around, and, to my surprise, sitting together
on the couch were Molly and her twin brother Josh.  Josh was grinning
at me, and Molly looked like she was struggling to hold back a
bellyful of laughter.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked in surprise.

Now Molly did laugh out loud.  "What, you're the only high school
kid Lori knows?  I've known her longer than you have."

I felt properly dressed down.  "You're right, I'm sorry," I
confessed.  I stepped over toward them.  Molly stood and hugged me
fiercely.  Even though she was one of my best friends, and our time
together was past, my hormonally frenzied brain still recognized the
weight of her breasts as they mashed against me.

'Don't think about it, don't think about it, you are such a
pervert,' I repeated over and over in my head.  Which, of course,
made me focus even more on the feel of her body, to the point that I
was reluctant to let her go, for fear of showing my awareness of her
to the rest of the room, and particularly to Kayla.

Molly sat back down, and I sort of crouched over to the footrest
next to Kay.  She just glanced at me, a hint of amusement in her eye.

"Is Sean behaving, Kayla?" asked Molly.

"Oh, he's trying," she answered.  "He still needs some work, though."

"It doesn't change much, even when they get older," said Lori with a
small laugh, sitting in a stuffed chair next to me.  David was
standing behind her, arms resting on the back of the chair.

"Nope," said David in a booming voice.  "Men want women to never
change, almost from the moment they meet them.  Women, on the other
hand, seem to see men as a work in progress, with a finished project
barely in sight."  He laughed at his own joke, and it was so
infectious and loud that you couldn't help but join in.

Kay and I finally left about three hours later, stuffed to the gills
with goodies that seemed to pour nonstop from the staff working in
the kitchen.  Josh and Molly had left just a little before us, and it
took us awhile to make our way through the house, saying our goodbyes
and wishing everybody a happy holiday season.  Lori and David met us
at the front door.

"Thank you so much for coming," said Lori.

"Oh, thank you for inviting us," said Kayla.  They seemed to have
struck up a friendship over the course of the party.  I hoped they
didn't go in for too much in the way of intimate girl talk.

"You know, Sean, you don't need an invitation to come over," said
Lori, looking at me seriously.  "The boys and I welcome you anytime.
You and Kayla, both."

"Well, thank you," I said.  "I appreciate it.  And thanks for
inviting us tonight.  It was great seeing all the kids and their
parents again."  I shook David's hand, and Lori hugged me as David
wrapped Kayla up in his long arms and hugged her.  Lori gave me a
surreptitious kiss on the cheek as she whispered softly in my ear,
"She's wonderful, Sean.  I'm so happy for both of you."

Her eyes were glistening when we finally separated.  I nodded to
her, unable to say a word.  I knew how lucky I was.

It was still a relatively warm night, and still early for us.  Kayla
and I strolled down the sidewalk to the corner, holding hands and
swinging our arms in step.

We got into the car, and I just naturally started driving out of
town, back out toward Gallagher's barn, which was rapidly becoming
known to us as Our Special Place.

I pulled into the empty parking area and shut off the lights.  It
was warm enough in the car, and not too cold outside, so I killed the
engine, turning the key back so that the radio would play softly.
Luscious Kayla was sitting tucked up next to me, her head on my
shoulder, and my arm was around her, holding her close.  We stayed
that way for a long time, just gazing out the window at the darkness,
and listening to the music floating out of the speakers.

Finally, Kayla lifted her head up to me, and I leaned down and
softly kissed her.  No fooling around this time, she closed her eyes
and gave herself up to the sensation of my lips pressing and melding
together with hers as we kissed gently, unhurriedly.

She broke the kiss first, and began to nibble and nudge at my bottom
lip with her lips, and bringing her wet tongue into play.  Each
nibble she took upped the ante just a little, creating an additional
spark that added itself to the previous spark, until there was a
pleasant heated tension surrounding us.  My blood was circulating
now, keeping me warm, and I could feel heat radiating from Kayla,
too, as I put my left arm around her waist and she turned more toward
me.  She pressed herself harder against me, pushing me back a little
until I was slightly jammed between the seat and the car door, and I
stayed that way, content to let her lead as her kisses got more
insistent, ranging now from my throat to my lips, but always
returning, homing in on my lower lip as she nibbled and tasted from
corner to corner, hesitating only to explore the scar that was barely
perceptible, except to her.  She loved to concentrate on that spot,
and I loved to feel her focus.

She sat up suddenly, her pale hair gleaming in the dim light of the
moon.

"Come on," she said, as she vaulted herself over the back of the
seat.  She hitched herself up into a sitting position in the back
seat, and opened the zipper of her backpack.

She looked at me, a look that made my heart skip a beat.  "Well?"
was all she said.

It was enough to put me in motion.  I clambered over the seat and
landed next to her as she pulled out a thin blanket and began to
cover the vinyl seat, shoving me out of the way so she could scrunch
it underneath me and tuck it in.

"The seat's too cold otherwise," she said with a smile.  She reached
down and grasped the hem of her sweater and pulled it partway up and
off her.  Before she pulled it up over her eyes, she paused, watching
me looking at her.  The naked skin of her flat stomach was flawless,
and looked dark compared to the small white bra she was wearing.  I
really wanted to stroke that soft skin, but I restrained myself.  She
smiled even bigger, and pulled the sweater the rest of the way off,
tossing it into the front seat, and then reached back behind her and
unfastened her bra, and sent it over the back of the seat, too.  She
settled back and crossed her arms beneath her small, delectable
breasts.

"Your turn," she said, looking like she was ready to enjoy a show.

I almost tore the buttons off my shirt in my haste to shed it.  I
yanked it out of my pants and unbuttoned it as fast as I could, and
flung it over the seat.

She almost imperceptibly nodded in satisfaction, and opened her arms
to me.  I accepted her invitation, and leaned over her to kiss her,
my hands finally making contact with the soft skin on her tummy, and
then running up from her narrow waist to her fleshy boobs.  Her
nipples were puckered in the cooler air, and they expanded even
further as my thumbs played over them.  She opened her mouth,
inviting my tongue to explore, and tilted her head so that our lips
formed a better seal, and she inhaled through her mouth, drawing my
breath from me, throwing fuel onto the fire that was already burning
hot within me.  We stayed connected like that until the heat being
generated forced us to break the kiss, panting.  I started in on
feasting on the tender skin of her throat, working my way down while
drawing out the tension that was building ever tighter in both of us,
as I got closer to my goal.

I loved playing with her boobs, and could have died happy the moment
I took her nipple into my mouth.  She arched her back in pleasure,
and I reciprocated by opening my mouth a little wider and sucking in
as much of her breast as I could.  The locker-room talk about girls
seemed always to revolve around how big their breasts were, with many
guys declaring that the bigger they were, the better.  On the other
side were the guys who proclaimed that more than a mouthful was a
waste.  While I didn't necessarily agree that more than what I could
fit into my mouth was wasted, I also was willing to admit that I
tended to be more appreciative of willing, soft female flesh that fit
nicely in the palm of my hand.  More than a mouthful, less than the
mountainous kinds some guys seemed to drool over.  And Kayla's fit
well in my hand, a fact I was just then appreciating, as I caressed
one boob while I nursed at the other, occasionally switching
positions in the interest of fairness.

After several minutes of heated contact, Kayla started wanting more.
She pulled me up to give me a searing kiss.  At the same time she
slid down until her head was propped on the armrest, and she was
splayed across the car seat, her legs spread, with me lying on her,
half kneeling between her legs.  As I kissed her, I let my hand
wander from the soft mound of her breast, down her quivering stomach,
to the elastic waistband of her pants.  She sucked in her tummy in
anticipation and invitation, and my fingers slipped beneath the
elastic and continued down, encountering the silky material of her
panties.  I cupped her hot and moist mound, pressing all of my
fingers against her, and then slid them back up to slither beneath
the elastic edge of her panties.  I felt her sparse and damp hair
that protected her slit, and delved deeper, drawn by the warmth and
the moisture.

As the tips of my fingers parted her folds, a flood of her oils were
released onto my hand, easing my passage to her heated opening.  I
dipped one finger halfway into her, and left it there for a moment.
I could feel her hunch against me, her body wanting more.  When I
slowly withdrew my finger, she moaned into my mouth, and held me
tighter to her, already missing the presence of my finger within her.
I plunged back into her, my finger tunneling as deeply into her
flooded hole as it could, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth
practically in unison, sending a flare of heat throughout me.

I cupped my hand to give myself more room against her confining
clothes, and pumped my finger in and out of her vagina.  My thumb
found her clit, and rubbed back and forth against the little nub as
it expanded, creating a wave of motion through her hips.  I felt the
tension rise, and the movement of her hips got a little more erratic,
but I didn't want her to fall over the edge quite yet.  I pulled my
finger out of her opening, and pulled my hand out of her pants.  She
moaned in frustration, until she felt me tug at her waistband.  She
broke our kiss and helped me push her pants and her underwear down
her, lifting her butt off the seat and pushing on them before
shimmying them down her legs and working them off her feet, tossing
them into the front seat to join her sweater and bra.

She lay back again and held her arms out, a smile on her face and
lust in her eyes.  I lay back down next to her, my leg over her knee,
and ran my hand back down her body as I bent down to once again offer
homage to her breasts.  I used two fingers on her now, plunging them
in deeply, pulling out to spread her oils from her opening to her
attentive clitoris, and then teasing her with just the tips for a
moment before giving her the full length of my digits again.  At the
same time, I licked and suckled at her swollen breasts, alternately
sucking and biting the nipples and licking the slightly salty skin of
the undersides of her tender boobs.

She clutched my head to her bosom, running her fingers through my
hair, as I worshipped her.  Her hips were bumping up against my hand
as I plunged in and out of her pussy, my thumb teasing her clitoris
on each downstroke.  Her breathing got more ragged as she climbed
closer to the edge, and she let out a small, high sound as she
suddenly grabbed onto fistfuls of hair and hung on tight, her hips
churning against my probing hand.  I bit down on her nipple when I
felt the small discharge flow from her pussy around my fingers, and
she arched her back, her entire body trembling, and she fell off the
cliff, coming hard.

As for me, I very nearly shot off in my trousers, untouched.  I was
subconsciously rubbing myself against her leg as I was working her,
and when she climaxed, she almost took me with her, as her leg
quivered against my rock hard dick.  As she fell back to the seat, my
own incipient crisis slowly passed, and I lay down with her, casually
stroking her boob as I watched the pink evidence of her orgasm slowly
fade from her chest, throat and cheeks.

She sighed contentedly, her eyes closed, as she let the sensations
wash away her cares.  Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me,
a smile on her face.

"Why do you still have clothes on?" she whispered.

That was all it took to set me in motion.  I sat up and yanked my
shoes off, letting them drop with a thud to the car floor.  I
scrambled to loosen my belt, and Kayla sat up to help, and four sets
of fingers fumbled at opening my pants and shucking them off my legs.
Once we got them off and tossed aside, Kayla started pushing on the
waistband of my briefs, but the elastic kept on getting hung up on my
upraised and very stiff cock.  With a small giggle, she managed to
figure out a way, and my underwear went flying across the car, too.
I sat back and watched as Kayla, with a hungry look in her eye, bent
down and grasped my stalk with her tiny hand, wrapping her fingers
around it and jacking it just a little, while her other hand wormed
its way between my legs to cup and heft my heavy balls.

I was dribbling pre-cum, and she used that moisture, spreading it
around the head of my cock with her fingertips, rubbing it into my
tight skin like a lotion.  When more bubbled out, she stuck out her
tongue and licked it off.  With a glance up at me, she smacked her
lips, smiled, and opened wide to take the sculpted helmet of my hard
cock into her mouth.  She sealed her lips around me, and sucked hard,
her cheeks hollowing out with her effort.

Seeing the vision of her kneeling there, naked and intent, her small
breasts quivering with the movement of her hand working the base of
my cock and her pale hair falling loosely around her, was almost
enough, by itself, to send me off.  I reached down and fondled her
breast for a moment, and she moaned around my cock, which sent
shivers of excitement through me.  I could feel the vibrations of her
vocal chords all the way from the tip of my encased cock, down
through the steely shaft, into my scrotum, being kept warm by her
hand, and up my spine and directly into my fevered brain.

It all happened so fast.  One moment I was caressing her soft breast
and feeling her moaning around my intrusion into her mouth, and the
next I was tensed up, sending streamers of semen shooting directly
down her throat.  My eyes were open wide as I saw her throat
convulse, trying to keep up with the discharge, as she reflexively
swallowed.  Even so, quite a bit of bubbly, white fluid leaked out
around her lips and down my shaft, collecting on her fingers still
wrapped tightly around me as they pumped and coaxed the spasms to
continue.

Finally, I was drained, and I collapsed back against the seat as my
muscles relaxed.  Kayla lifted up off my slowly deflating cock, and
licked up the remains that had escaped during my climax.  She even
licked off the web of flesh between her thumb and her index finger,
where a small amount had pooled.  Finally, satisfied that she had
gotten it all, she clambered up and landed on top of me, practically
driving the breath from my lungs.  Looking directly into my eyes from
about two inches away, she deliberately licked her lips.

"I dare you to kiss me now," she whispered, the challenge making her
eyes bright.

"Hah!"  I laughed, and I wrapped her up in my arms and brought her
down to me and gave her my best open-mouthed kiss, packing as much
heat and desire as I could into it.  If she was woman enough to take
me into her loving mouth and accept all that I could give her, I was
certainly going to be man enough to show her how much it meant to me.

It caught her by surprise, but she recovered quickly, and snuggled
up against me into a more comfortable position, and settled down to
enjoy it, letting her tongue work its magic within the cave of our
joined mouths, and letting my tongue tease and feint with hers.

As we kissed, I could feel the lubrication from her pussy leaking
out and soaking my thigh, and my restiffening cock bumped up against
her leg as she lay on me, her knee between my legs.  I dropped my
hands down her back and grasped her delectable ass, clutching the
globes between my fingers.  She shifted her weight just a little,
until she was directly on top of me, and I could feel the coarser
hair of her pubis against my cock.  Practically on its own, my body
took over from my brain, and my hips started hitching up and down
just a little, and Kayla's body, perhaps in response, scrunched down
just a little, and I felt her pussy lips part around the head of my
seeking cock.

She rubbed back and forth against me, as my hips got a little
frantic in my desire to feel her tight walls against my rigid dick.
Her rocking up and down bumped the head of my cock against her
clitoris, and I felt the heat of her folds encase just the tip of my
cock as she moved back up me.  Then, suddenly, I was there, at the
portal.  The head slipped into her overheated hole and rested there,
taking its measure of her, anticipating feeling the fullest depth of
her body, the willing tightness of her walls.

Kayla broke our kiss with a gasp, and stared at me.

"I... I can't," she whispered.  I felt her hips raise, and the
contact between my cock and her vagina was lost.  Tears began welling
in her eyes.  "I'm so sorry, Sean," she sobbed.

I held her close.  After a moment's hesitation, she allowed me to
press her back down onto me, only this time my hard cock was resting
between us, away from her heated pussy.  I brought one hand up to
caress her neck, and she put her head down next to me.

"It's okay, Kayla," I said quietly.  "Whatever you want.  Remember
when I told you that, before?  Nothing's changed."

She sighed.  "I love you so much, Sean," she said softly.  "I wish I
could do it.  Maybe someday I can, but not yet.  And I don't want our
first time to be in the back of your mom's car, either."  She sighed.
I could feel her trembling.  "But it's not because I don't love you.
I do."

"I know you do, Kayla," I reassured her.  "And I love you, too.
That's why it's okay."

She lifted up and stared into my eyes, checking the windows to my
soul for truths and lies.  I suffered her examination, hoping she
would see truth there, but afraid she might find deceptions that even
I might not be aware of.

"Do you, Sean?  Do you love me?" she asked, wanting to hear the
words again, almost afraid she had been mistaken.

I took a deep breath.  It was time to face my biggest fault and do
something about it.

"Yes, Kay," I said seriously.  "I love you.  I will do anything for
you, anything at all."

She looked deeply within me, searching.  She must have found what
she was expecting, because she suddenly attacked me, kissing me hard,
torn between mashing my lips with hers and talking to me while we
were connected like that.

"Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you," she mumbled into my mouth.
She wriggled against me, trying for as much skin touching mine as she
could.  My cock was almost painful in its rigidity, an iron shaft of
flesh poking our stomachs.  Her small breasts were pressed flat
against my chest, her nipples poking into the skin on my chest, and
she held both her hands against the sides of my face as she kissed me.

I couldn't help myself, as my hips started lurching on their own,
creating a delicious friction between our bodies.  She felt it, too,
and took a modicum of pity on me, reaching down between us, snaking
her hand down to grasp my turgid cock.  She lifted up slightly,
breaking our kiss, and, a gamin look in her eye, watched me as she
played me.  I tried to retaliate by dropping my hand down her body,
intending to probe her oily slit, but I couldn't reach her the way we
were laying, so I had to content myself with playing with her soft
breasts, rubbing my thumb over her nipples and feeling them fill and
extend.

After experiencing the talents she exhibited with her mouth and
tongue, I didn't think she would be able to get me off by just
jacking me, but I was pleasantly surprised.  Before long I started
humping into her fist as she squeezed me, and she recognized the look
in my eyes when she got me close.  She smiled, and stopped what she
was doing.

"Uh... Kay?" I said, nearly panicky in my elevated condition.

"What?" she asked innocently, her hand wrapped around my painful
cock, squeezing but not moving.

I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up just enough so that I
could wrap my lips around one swollen nipple, and I clamped down on
it and sucked on it hard.  She squealed, and reflexively began
pumping me again, and that was all the stimulation I needed.  I
spurted out my seed onto our sweaty skin, and she worked her wonders
by jacking me until I was done, and then she spread my warm, sticky
spend into the skin of both of our stomachs, all while she was
allowing me access to her plump boobs, moving side to side so that I
could minister to each in its turn.

Finally, she sighed, and climbed off me.  She pushed my legs off the
car seat, and sat down, and then snuggled up to me once I had
struggled back to a sitting position.  I put an arm around her
shoulder, holding onto her upper arm, and I continued to caress her
breast with my other hand, unwilling to give up on the contact with
my favorite part of her body.

"We have to go soon," she whispered.

"Yeah," I replied.  Neither of us moved.

After a couple of minutes of silence, she said, "I can't move.  You
have to do it for us."

"Yeah," I replied again.  Neither of us moved.

More silence.

"I wish we could stay like this," she said.

"Me, too."

Silence.

"We really have to go soon."

Pause.  "Yeah."

She sighed.  "Okay, I can see I'm going to have to be the strong one
here."  She pushed me away, and I lost contact with her boobs.  I
missed them already, so I reached for her, but she slapped my hands
away.

"No, you pervert," she said with a laugh.  "Now get dressed.  What
if somebody comes along?"

"What, here?  Nobody knows about this place," I said.

"Well, get dressed anyway.  You have to take me home, and you need
to look presentable, in case my parents are up and waiting for me."

"Ugh."  Now there was an unpleasant thought.  I liked her parents,
but I really didn't think greeting them with the musky smell of their
daughter's secret scent on my fingers was such a good idea.  I
reached for my pants on the floor.

Kayla, in the meantime, leaned over the seat to retrieve her
clothes.  This put her enticing butt within my range, so I took
advantage and first kissed each cheek, and then extended my tongue
and slowly licked up her middle, tasting her oils and delving into
her still moist hole.

She groaned, and wiggled her ass, burying my nose as I tasted her.
"Oh, God," she moaned.  But she had more strength, as well as a lot
more common sense, than I did, and, with an effort, she pulled away
from my questing mouth and turned around to face me, crouched down
and leaning back against the back of the front seat.

"You are so bad," she whispered with a smile.

I frowned.  "And I was trying to be so good," I said.

She giggled.  "You are good.  And bad.  Bad for me.  You make me
think naughty thoughts too often."

"And that's bad?"

She laughed.  "You are unbelievable, Porter.  You never give up, do
you?"

I shrugged.  "I think that's actually a compliment," I said.

She took my head in her hands and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Yes, it is," she replied.  "Now get dressed, you sluggard.  I'm just
a kid, and I have a curfew.  You won't like it if I get grounded, you
know."

"Okay, okay," I muttered.  I bent down to retrieve my underwear from
under the front seat.  Apparently, I exhibited too much of a target,
because I heard Kayla giggle, and felt her kiss my ass cheeks, and
then run her tongue over my scrotum from behind.  It sent shivers up
my spine.

"Hey!" I said, struggling to get turned back around.  "You're just a
kid, and you have a curfew.  You don't want to get that motor started
up again, do you?"

She gave me one of her small, secret smiles, which was all the
answer I would get to my question.

I got her home with about a minute and a half to spare.  She ran up
the sidewalk, not wanting to wait for me to walk her to her door, and
waved as she went inside, leaving me feeling alone and somehow
incomplete once again, until the next time I could see her.





(Continued in Chapter 31)




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