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Have we been having a good time at the reception?  Good!  And now, the
party continues.

Enjoy!






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PLAYING TO WIN:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK II


by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 33 -

THE GIFT



By the time we got back, the newlyweds' first dance was taking
place.  Everybody stood around the dance floor and watched David and
Lori dance together, looking comfortable in each other's arms as they
moved beautifully in harmony to "The Way You Look Tonight".  It was
Thomas Wilkinson's turn next to dance with the bride, and he guided
her around the dance floor with flair, proud as a rooster, as David
danced with his mother.

Eventually, the tempo picked up, and Kayla kicked off her shoes as
we shucked and jived to the music.  There were quite a few older
couples jitterbugging to Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis, but I could never
get the hang of it, so Luscious and I squeezed in between those who
knew what they were doing, and waved our arms and stamped our feet to
the beat pounding out of the speakers.

After about three songs, I was breathing like I had run a couple of
miles, and I was sweating right through my shirt.  It was time to get
rid of the jacket and tie.  Kay and I headed back to the table, where
John and Bill were deep in conversation.  When they saw us coming,
John reached over and poured us each a glass of white wine.  I also
got us some water.  Dancing was a lot more aerobic than just wine or
soda was going to be able to overcome.  We sat down for a moment, and
I watched Molly and Alex, still out on the floor.  Molly, from years
in gymnastics and cheerleading, had a good sense of rhythm as well as
a natural grace, but poor Alex looked like a scarecrow caught in a
high wind.  I chuckled, and then remembered that if it was as okay
with Molly as it seemed to be, it was certainly fine by me.  Besides,
I knew I looked funny out there, too, and had no room to be making
fun of Alex's dancing abilities.  In fact, Eric once accused me of
having Terminal White Boy's Dancing Disease, something I couldn't
deny.

I put my arm around Kayla's shoulder, and she moved in a little
closer to me, her hand resting lightly on my knee.  When the next
slow song started, she stood up and pulled me out of my chair and
back onto the wood floor, holding my hand as she led me.  She twirled
and ended up, quite naturally, in my arms, and her body just seemed
to mold itself to me as she anticipated where my feet were leading
us.  I dropped her hand and put both my arms around her waist, and
she wrapped hers around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder as
we swayed to the ballad.  We occasionally bumped lightly into another
couple nearby, but we didn't care.  We were cozy in each other's arms.

Another slow song started up, and I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I
let go of Kayla, and David swept her up into his arms, as Lori,
dazzling in her wedding gown, smiled at me.  She held her arms out
just a little, an invitation I was helpless to resist.

As she nestled in to me, I said softly, "You look absolutely
beautiful, Lori."

I could feel her smile against my shoulder.  "Thank you, Sean.  I
can't believe this is all real."

"Oh, it's real, and I don't know anybody more deserving than you."

She held me a little tighter.  "Oh, Sean, you are such a great
friend.  I wouldn't be here now, if it weren't for you."

That didn't make any sense at all to me.  What did I do to bring her
and David to this marriage?  "I don't think that's true at all," I
said.

She stopped us, right there in the middle of the dance floor, and
looked me straight in the eye, a warm and kind expression on her
lovely face.  "It is true, my wonderful darling young man.  I know
it, deep down, even if you don't recognize it."  She put her head
back onto my shoulder, and we started slowly stepping to the music
again.  "You convinced me to take a chance in life again, Sean. 
After that night... I realized that I had been walking around half
dead.  I had too much missing from my life, living like I was, just
trying to take care of the boys and all..."  She sniffled just a
little.  "David had been asking me to go to dinner with him for a
long time, and I kept on refusing him.  I'm surprised he didn't just
give up on me.  But then you... and I... anyway, the next week, when
he asked if I would join him for lunch, I accepted."  She laughed
just a little at the remembrance.  "I think he nearly fell out of his
chair when I said I would go out with him.  'Persistence pays off,'
he said.  And that was the start."

The song ended.  We let go of each other, but then Lori put both her
hands on my upper arms.  "I loved Tom with all my heart, Sean, and I
will always love him.  But it was time to move on.  You helped me to
see that.  And, maybe, I accepted a little push from Wendy, too." 
She blushed just a little.  "But I owe you thanks, and much more,
Sean."  With that, she hugged me to her tightly, and then let me go
and, without another word, turned to David and took his arm.  He gave
me a big smile and a thumbs-up, and led his bride off the dance floor
as Kayla came up and took my arm, a dazzling smile on her face.

"He is just the sweetest man!" she said as we walked off the dance
floor.

I glanced over at her, startled.  What did he say to her?  Kayla
didn't say anything more, however.

Alex and Molly finally took a break from twisting and shouting, and
came over to sit out a few.  Alex's face was a bright red, nearly the
color of his hair, and he was panting heavily.

"That's a lot of work out there," he said.

"Yeah, girls like Molly and Kayla make it look easy, but it ain't,"
I agreed.

"Girls like Molly and Kayla make us look good out there," he said
wisely.

Both Molly and Kayla smiled at that, and Molly leaned over and,
despite his sweaty face, gave him a kiss on his cheek, and poor Alex
turned an even brighter scarlet.

"Kayla, I think we wore these two guys out," said Molly.  "Let's go
find ourselves some younger men who can keep up with us."

Kayla nodded, and the two of them stood and walked away together. 
The prettiest girl in the Junior Class, strawberry blonde Molly, and
a walking dream, perhaps the loveliest girl in the entire school, my
own Luscious Kayla.  Alex and I just gazed at them as they receded,
both of us wordlessly appreciating our astounding luck.  We picked up
our wine glasses and clinked them together before taking a sip,
silently toasting each other.

"Hey, Sean, we'd better go find the guy with the keys before he runs
out of rooms," suggested Alex.

"Good plan," I agreed.

We looked around for David's brother, but didn't see him.  We walked
around the dance floor, looking for him.  We didn't find Ron, but we
did find his jacket, tossed carelessly across the back of his chair
at the head table.  On a saucer were four hotel keys, and a
handwritten note that said that they were first-come, first-serve,
and to help ourselves.  I grabbed a key, and we turned to go back to
our table, when Alex stopped, staring ahead.  I glanced around,
trying to figure out what he was looking at, but he wasn't looking at
anything.  He spun back around, reached over, and took a second key,
and put it in his pocket.

"You know, just in case..."  He blushed, but I knew what he meant. 
Just in case.  I fervently hoped Molly wasn't feeling "itchy" again. 
That was part of what got her into trouble before.  On the other
hand, I didn't think Alex was very experienced when it came to girls,
and I couldn't imagine a better tutor for him than Miss Molly O'Toole.

As we slipped back around the perimeter of the dance floor, we saw
Molly dancing with Davey, and Kayla dancing with Kip.  Davey looked a
little embarrassed, as befitted a mature 10-year-old, but Kip was
staring rapturously up at Luscious Kayla as she moved him around. 
She was smiling happily at his attentions, looking as angelic for him
as she could.

As soon as the song was over, Davey let go of Molly and ran away. 
Kip was a little more reluctant to let Kayla out of his sight, but
the pull of following his older brother proved to be too much, and he
raced after Davey.  The girls spotted us, and motioned us over to
them.  Molly stepped over to me, and held out her hand.  Kayla, not
to be outdone, moved over and took Alex's arm.  Ol' Blue Eyes started
crooning about saying something stupid as Molly and I slid closer
together, and I wrapped my arms around her waist so we could dance
close, box-stepping in our own little square of space.

"Did Davey enjoy his dance?" I murmured.

"I think I scared him," she said quietly, a smile evident in her
voice.

"Maybe he doesn't like thinking that his favorite babysitter is
really a girly-girl," I said.

"Maybe," she agreed.

"After all, he's never seen you this dressed up before."

"True."  She rested her head on my shoulder.  I could feel her
muscles relaxing as I held her and we swayed together.

"This feels so nice," she whispered, almost to herself.

"You doing okay, Molly?" I asked quietly.

She knew what I meant.  I knew she was doing okay tonight, being at
the wedding with Kayla and Alex and me, but I was more concerned with
how she was feeling about herself.  I was hoping that the combination
of the wine, the prospect of spending the night downtown, and dancing
closely with me wasn't making her revert back into a more troubled
Molly O'Toole.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  Her breasts pressed
against me as her chest rose, but it was an unconscious action, no
hidden trickery that I could detect, so I did my best to ignore it.

"I'm doing okay, Sean," she said.  She hesitated, and then stopped
moving with me.  She took a small step back from me, keeping her arms
around my neck as she stared up into my eyes, a serious expression on
her face.

Suddenly, she smiled, a relaxed and happy and easy smile, and my
good friend Molly was there, like she had never left.  "I'm doing
fine, Sean Porter.  I'm doing just fine."  And she hugged me
fiercely, pulling me to her by my neck.  She kissed me beneath my
ear.  "Now dance with me," she commanded.

Who was I to refuse?





The four of us stayed until the DJ finally called an end to the
music.  We had gone through the Chicken Dance a long time ago, and
"Hava Nagila" had been danced and sung.  Garters were twanged like
slingshots, and bouquets had been tossed.  The room had thinned out
quite a bit by then.  All the old folks had escaped the loud music
long ago, and the kids were all gone, too.  The two college girls who
were watching Davey, Kip, Justin, and the other younger kids turned
out to be Ron's oldest daughter's two college roommates, hired for
the evening, and they had rounded up their charges and taken them out
about an hour before things finally wound down.  David and Lori were
still there, making sure everybody had a good time, accepting last-
minute congratulations, and posing with tired good nature for one
last photograph.

Molly and Alex insisted we go with them to personally thank the disk
jockey, and we all shook his hand.  He looked a little surprised, and
very pleased.  Apparently this sort of politeness wasn't something he
saw very often.  We then walked over and said goodnight to David and
Lori.

"Are you all staying over tonight?" asked David.

I jingled our hotel key, and hoped Alex kept his in his pocket.  I
wanted David and Lori to assume the four of us would be sharing a
room to sleep in, nothing more.

"Good, I'm glad," said Lori.  "I would be up half the night worrying
about you guys, if I thought you were driving home so late."

"Nope, no need to worry about us," said Molly.  She hugged Lori, and
then gave David a hug.  Kayla followed suit.  Alex settled for
shaking their hands, but I took Lori in my arms one last time.

"Thank you, Sean.  Take care."

I let her go, and held out my hand to David.  He grabbed it, and
then pulled me in and gave me a big bear hug.

"Thanks for everything, Mr. P.," he said.  "We'll see you when we
get back from Hawaii.  Won't we, Mrs. M.?"

He let me go, and clapped me on the back.

Lori laughed.  "Of course we will," she agreed.






Alex's key was for a room two doors down from us.  They waved as
they passed us by, holding hands on their way down the hall.

"Meet you for breakfast?" asked Molly as they passed.

"Okay," I said.  "What time?"

Molly glanced at Alex.  "Call us when you wake up," he suggested. 
Molly nodded.

"If you haven't heard from us by the time you guys are up and ready,
give us a call, then," I said.

I opened the door, and stepped aside to let Kayla go in.  She
stopped in the doorway and looked around.  I thought she was probably
nervous.  I knew I certainly was.  The room looked small, and the two
queen-sized beds looked huge, dominating the room.  Or maybe it was
just our focus.

I put a hand on Kayla's shoulder gently.  "Are you okay with this?"
I asked quietly.

She turned and smiled.  "I'm okay.  I'm just a little..."

"Yeah," I finished for her.  "So am I."

We stepped into the room, and I closed the door and turned the lock.

Kayla carried her small purse with her as she walked to the bathroom
door, and turned back to me.  "Turn out the light, but let's leave
the curtains open, okay?"

I glanced out the big window.  We were up high, on the 23rd floor of
the big hotel, and the city lights were spread out in a soft glow
below us, giving us privacy while at the same time providing us with
just enough dim light into the room.

While Kay was in the bathroom, I tossed the bedspread over the
stuffed chair in the corner, and turned down the blanket and sheet. 
I slipped my shoes off, hung up my suit coat, and took off my suit
pants, hanging them up by a belt loop over the hook of a hanger.  I
took off my shirt, which was pretty wrinkled from all the sweaty
dancing, and hung it up on another hanger.  I switched off the light,
and got into bed in just my underwear, nervous and jumpy as a mouse
being chased by a hungry cat.  My dick was as hard as steel,
anticipating a whole night with my Luscious.

Finally, Kayla opened the bathroom door.  She left the light on, but
closed the door until just a sliver of light came through.  She had
taken off her gown, and was wearing just her bra and panties, and she
had taken down her hair, so that it spilled across her shoulders and
down, the ends flaring across her covered breasts.  She stood there
by the door for just a moment, her hands curled into small fists,
letting her eyes adjust to the dimness of the room, and perhaps
subconsciously letting me see her, vulnerable and beautiful.  She was
smiling hesitantly, suddenly more shy and uncertain than I had ever
seen her, and my heart went out to her.

"I'm over here," I said softly.

She came over and slipped between the sheets.  I put my arm around
her shoulder, and she quite naturally snuggled up against me, her
arms clenched to her as she lay on her side, her head nestled against
my shoulder.

"You're the boss," I whispered.  "We only do what you want to do."

I felt her nod.  "Okay," she said.  She giggled and rolled over,
away from me.  "Goodnight, then," she said.

"What?" I asked, panicking.  I turned toward her, a little shaken,
and put a hand on her shoulder.  She turned toward me and giggled,
her nervousness skittering away with her little prank as she took me
in her arms and lifted up her face to kiss me.

Her lips were soft and pliant, moving slightly against my mouth as
we made our tiny adjustments toward each other.  She scooted closer
to me, putting her arm around me, and I teased her with just the tip
of my tongue, tracing the pattern of her lipstick.  We kissed each
other softly, unhurriedly, for a long time, just happy to be together
like this.  I could dimly feel the afterburners kick in somewhere
deep in my midsection, and I held her to me a little tighter, and
started kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, and the corners of her mouth.

Kayla reciprocated by nibbling on my lower lip, concentrating on my
scar, as I reached around her, searching for the hooks and eyes that
were keeping me from being able to caress the parts of her I longed
to touch.  She turned a little in my arms, making it easier to
release her bra, and she sat up momentarily, once I got it undone,
and tossed it to the floor before settling back against me.  I ran my
hand up her flat tummy to her small breast, and clutched it as if it
was a lifeline, marveling all over again at the wonders of the female
form.  As I held her breast in my hand, I felt the nipple thicken and
swell, the nub poking my palm, a spot of concentrated heat that I
knew would soon expand and consume me.

Kayla arched her back a little, pressing her breast harder into my
hand, and she kissed me hard, her tongue on the attack.  I heard a
little moan escape her as she thrust her tongue into my mouth in
search of my own, and I squeezed her boob, kneading the flesh roughly
before running my hand across her chest, my fingertips tracing the
valley between her breasts, and taking hold of her other mound, my
thumb rubbing across her distended nipple.

She broke the kiss and threw her head back, panting in desire, and I
took the opportunity to suck and nibble at her tender throat.  She
groaned and lay back, giving in to my attentions, and I rolled with
her, so that I was on top, covering her torso with my chest and arms,
as I tasted the hot and salty skin of her neck and throat.  I licked
and kissed my way very slowly down her throat, to her chest,
exploring and experimenting as my lips moved from her hard collarbone
to the swells of her breasts.  As my mouth got nearer her fleshy
mound, my fingers were on the underside, gently pushing her boob up,
so that her nipple stood out, proud and erect and ruby red as it
anticipated feeling my lips and teeth.  I pinched the distended nub,
and was rewarded with her rubbing her knee up and down my leg, an
unconscious reaction she felt in her center that caused her limbs to
move in sympathy.

I licked around the areola of her breast, teasing as I circled her
breast with my tongue and lips, but not yet ready to give her the
momentary satisfaction of feeling me suck on her swollen boob.  She
was still arching her back, pushing her chest up to try to increase
our contact on her pressure point.  Finally, I satisfied my own urge,
and nearly sent her over the edge by clamping my lips onto her nipple
and sucking it into my mouth.  At the same time, I grabbed her pussy,
through her panties, and ran my fingertips up her slot between her
parted legs, letting the cotton crotch of her panties soak up some of
the moisture that was leaking from her.  She squealed and bucked up
against my hand, already close to her first orgasm of the night.

"Oh, God, Sean, please..." 

"What, Kay?" I asked, a little panicked that she might want me to
stop.

"Take them off," she gasped.  "Please take them off.  I want to feel
your fingers..."  She threw the sheet and blanket off of us and
kicked them to the foot of the bed.

I scooted down and grasped the elastic waistband of her panties as I
knelt between her spread knees, and gently pulled.  Kayla lifted up
her ass to help, and then bent her knees and lifted her legs up
together so I could shuck her panties down her legs and off.  I got a
good view of one of the most precious sights in the world: moist,
rosy pussy lips that are flushed and swollen with desire, on a girl I
loved.

I stayed where I was and ran my hands up her smooth calves while her
legs were raised up, and I gently guided them apart as she lowered
them around me.  I let my hands slide up the inside of her thighs. 
Could her skin really be that smooth?  I glanced up and saw that she
was lying back against the pillow, eyes closed, her flattened breasts
rising and falling rapidly as she concentrated on my fingers as they
caressed her marvelous legs.  Her leg muscles were quivering
slightly, and I knew she was still close to coming.  I wanted to
prolong her pleasure for awhile longer, though, so I moved very
slowly, tickling her tender skin along the insides of her thighs,
from her knees nearly to her juncture, up almost to her needy center,
and then back down again, agonizingly slowly, building her up but not
letting her crest.  The soft skin of her thighs was giving off an
incredible amount of heat, and it was having a dizzying effect on me
as I touched her.

She unconsciously dropped her hand down to touch her sex, and when
her fingers bumped against her swollen clit, she jerked.  I reached
up and took hold of her hand.

"No, sweetie," I whispered.  "Let me do it."

She allowed me to move her hand to her side, and I took pity on her,
pointing my tongue at her drooling lips and licking slowly, lovingly
from her flooded hole up, until I just touched her little button. 
Her stomach muscles began to spasm, and her breath was beginning to
hitch as her body anticipated her release, but I backed off until she
calmed down a little, concentrating, instead, on the layers of skin
on the outside of her pussy lips, tasting and lapping up her
lubricating oils.  When her breathing stabilized a little, I
teasingly blew onto her sensitive tissues, and used my thumbs to rub
lightly along the tender isthmus of skin between her leg and her
outer lips.  Her muscles began twitching again, and I tasted of her
oils again, this time with a broader stroke of my tongue along the
length of her vulva.  I dipped my tongue as far as I could into her
heated opening, lapping up her hot juices, and then delved among her
folds until I encountered her clitoris, poking out of its tiny
sheath.  I clamped my lips against her and sucked on her, drawing out
the sensitive bump, and then I tried to grasp it with my nibbling
lips.

Kayla huffed twice, her whole body clenched in anticipation, and she
grabbed the back of my head and held my mouth tight against her, and
she was flung over the edge.  A tiny, breathless scream escaped her,
and I was rewarded with a tiny discharge of heated fluid from her
over-stimulated pussy, a slightly metallic, tangy taste that almost
immediately set up an intense craving deep inside me.  My rock-hard
cock, held in place by my briefs and pressed against the mattress,
responded to the taste, pulsing and threatening to go off untouched.

Her body relaxed, and her hands fell from my head, back to her
sides.  I lifted up to take a look at her.  She was lying there,
dreamily unaware of anything except the last, fading explosions
flashing behind her closed eyelids, a small smile on her lovely face.
Her pale blonde hair was splayed around her head against the pillow,
tousled from her rolling her head as I licked and tasted her, and she
never looked more beautiful.  My cock twitched, the little head
desperately wanting to take over and plunge itself deep within her
steamy depths, but I managed to dissuade it by dropping back and
taking one long finger and running it through her folds to her hole,
and slowly dipping it into her, pausing as each knuckle passed her
portal, until it was fully inside her.

"Oh, God," she whispered, as she felt her body ramp up again.  She
reached up and tucked her fists under her chin, her small breasts
pressed together by her elbows, as I slowly withdrew from her, until
just my fingertip was being held within her by her clenching walls,
and then I pushed back, all the way in, and twisted my finger back
and forth.  Her hips began lurching up, perhaps trying to get more
depth out of my intruding finger.  I stuck out my tongue and lapped
up the juices that had begun to flow again, and I continued to pump
my finger in and out of her slowly.

After about a dozen times plunging one finger into her, I doubled
up, using both my index finger and my middle finger on her.  Her
vaginal walls expanded to accommodate the additional girth,
tightening around my intruding fingers.  Again, my cock twitched,
wanting to feel that pressure first-hand.  Once I had reached into
her as far as I could, again I twisted, this time rubbing her
clitoris with my thumb at the same time as I lapped up the moisture
that had leaked out onto her outer lips and across my knuckles.

The triple combination sent her off again.  Her body tensed and
arched, pressing her pussy harder against my face and hand.  I rolled
my eyes up and saw her clutching her breasts, twisting at her nipples
as her hips started bucking up hard.  She was breathing hard, little
screeches escaping her on each exhalation, and I could see her
stomach muscles tensing and spasming as she came.  I kept my fingers
buried deeply inside her, twisting them around as my thumb played a
tune on her clit, and I was rewarded again with another flood of her
tangy, orgasmic release against my tongue.  To help her along, I ran
my other hand up her tummy and slipped it under her hand on her
breast, and she pressed the back of my hand hard against her swollen
and sensitive breast as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her.

She fell back against the mattress bonelessly, and seemed to barely
have the strength to reach down and take my head in her hands and try
to lift my face up and out of her crotch.

"Oh, God, no more," she said breathlessly.  "I think I died.  No
more, Sean."

I scooted up and lay down next to her.  My little head, poking up
out of the elastic waistband of my underwear, was pleading with me to
lay down on top of her, but I was desperately trying to do the right
thing by my Luscious, so I ruthlessly pushed those invasive thoughts
out of my head and moved to her side, wrapping her up into my arms. 
She cuddled up next to me, enjoying the afterglow of her double
orgasm.  She had her head tucked under my chin, and strands of her
pale hair were tickling my nose and cheeks.  I gently ran my hands
slowly up and down her damp back, helping to wick away the sweat of
her exertions.

After a few moments she must have opened her eyes and noticed the
swollen and reddened head of my cock peeking out, because I felt
cheeks tighten against my chest as she smiled, and the next thing I
knew, she was reaching down and poking it.  She pushed the front of
my underwear down with one hand, tucking the elastic under my balls,
and poked at the dark red head of my cock, watching it bounce down
and rebound off my stomach.  She sat up just a little bit, and slid
her left hand under her pillow for just a second before scooting down
to examine me a little closer.  With her eyes just inches away from
the bobbing head of my dick, she pulled my underwear the rest of the
way off and tossed them aside.  She ran her fingertips down the
length of my rock-hard shaft, watching as my cock tensed and jumped
with my heartbeat.  She explored the sensitive ridge of my cock, let
her fingertips feel the hard tissues beneath the thin layer of skin,
and then let them frolic in the light hairs between my splayed legs
and my scrotum.  She tickled my balls, making me groan, and I put my
hand on her shoulder, trying to will her to touch me more, and maybe
even take me into her warm and wet mouth.

She finally relented, and grasped my aching cock at the base,
holding it upright so she could examine it.  I lay there watching,
unwilling to even blink, as she stuck out her tongue and lightly
touched it to the bubble of pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip. 
Even that small contact was electric, and my cock jumped at the touch
as my hips and stomach muscles involuntarily flexed.  She glanced up
at me and smiled, and then, still looking up into my eyes, let her
tongue drag up my pole, from where her tiny fist was holding me, all
the way up to the crown and across the tip.  She cleaned off the head
of my cock with her tongue, bathing it with her saliva, and then
slowly, agonizingly slowly, she opened her mouth, and hovered over my
cock, still looking directly at me.  She paused, drawing out the
suspense, and making me ache even more, until, finally, she oh so
slowly lowered her mouth around my cock.  There was still no contact,
but I could feel the warmth of her breath on my sensitive cock.  I
think I was holding my breath in anticipation, and I know my eyes
were bugging out, watching her tease me.  Finally, just when I was at
the breaking point, she relented, and closed her lips around me, her
teeth lightly grazing against my tender skin, and she sucked hard.

I thought the top of my head would blow off, the sensations were so
incredible.  I knew I wouldn't last long at all, as she bent to her
task.  She pumped with her hand at the base of my cock as she lowered
her mouth to cover more of me, and suddenly I was close.  I felt her
reach between my legs with her other hand, and the moment she
caressed my balls, I lost it.

I groaned, and gasped, and could not give her any more warning than
that.  I felt my cock expand, and then I ejaculated hard into her
waiting mouth.  I felt her tongue licking along the ridge of my head,
and she sucked in so hard her cheeks were concave.  At the same time,
one hand was pumping, establishing a rhythm that would keep me
coming, while her other hand gently kneaded my balls, alternately
squeezing and letting up.  I tensed, pumped, tensed again, four
times, then five, and six, sending jets of semen into her mouth,
across the back of her tongue and down her throat.  I felt the
pressure against my spasming cock when she reflexively swallowed my
spend, and still some of it leaked out around her lips to gather
against her pumping fist.

Finally, I collapsed back, and still she kept up her sucking and
licking, even as my well-used cock deflated a little.  The suction
she was applying, combined with her continued manipulations and
feeling her swallowing my load, kept me harder than I would have
thought possible, and she was persistent, wanting more.  My cock only
got slightly limp before her continuing attention had its desired
effect, and I started getting hard again, growing in her mouth.  My
heart rate, once starting to settle, began to pick up steam again as
I felt her hum, creating a vibration that started at the tip of my
cock and traveled by lightspeed down nerve-paths right into my brain.

I closed my eyes as this new sensation overwhelmed me, so I was
shocked when I felt her stop sucking me.  She lifted off my cock, and
her hands left me for a moment.  I opened my eyes to see what she was
doing, and saw her just as she fit a condom across the head of my
dick, and rolled it down my shaft.  She glanced up, and saw that I
was watching her.  She smiled, lifted one knee over me so she was
straddling me, and grabbed my cock once again in her small hand and
held me upright as she squatted down.  When she rubbed the head of my
cock against her pussy lips, spreading moisture around both the latex
and her swollen lips, she threw her head back and moaned.

I grabbed her by the waist, almost in a panic over this new
development.

"Kayla, wait... Are you sure about this?" I squeaked.

She straightened up and looked down at me.  "Oh, yes," she
whispered.  "I've been sure for a long time.  I just needed a good
opportunity to jump your bones."  She smiled at me, and moved lower,
until the head of my anxious cock was at the portal, nestled against
her opening.  "It's just a little gift I've been saving up for you."

She took a deep breath, her chest expanding enticingly.  "Here we
go," she breathed, and she let her weight settle just a little.  I
moved a couple of inches into her, and she paused, perhaps to
accustom herself to the new sensation of being filled up with a warm
shaft of flesh.  She lifted up just a little, and then dropped down
again, taking more of me into her.  She had her hands on my chest,
and I was still holding her waist, watching as she did it again,
lifting up and then dropping down even further, each time more of my
cock disappearing into her pussy, until, at long last, I was buried
fully inside her.  She settled down on me, a happy and clearly
excited look on her face, as she wiggled her ass against me for a
moment, creating an incredible feeling of pressure all through me.

She was tight, so wonderfully tight, my cock being squeezed all
around by her hot walls.  She was hot, and wet, and it was exactly
where I wanted to spend eternity.  I ran my hands up to her breasts
and squeezed, and she moaned and threw her head back in ecstasy,
reveling in the direct connection from her nipples to her pussy.  She
started moving up and down on me, lifting up until I was about to pop
out of her, and then sitting back down, impaling herself on my
rampant cock.  At the bottom of each stroke, she would twist just a
little, making me see stars.  When she did that, I tended to squeeze
her breasts a little harder, which made her squirm a little more on
me, round and round.  On the upstroke, her boobs were a little
further away from my grasping hands, so I would tweak her nipples
with my fingertips until she started dropping down on me again,
teasing the eraserlike buds and sending jolts of pleasure coursing
through her.

Finally, after about a couple of dozen strokes, I put my hands on
her back and pulled her down to me.  I took one of her breasts into
my mouth and sucked on her, trying to get as much of her boob into my
gasping mouth as I could.  After a few moments I released her left
breast, and moved my mouth to her right, this time gently nipping at
her distended nipple with my teeth.

She screeched nearly breathlessly, and started bumping up and down
on me, her hips raggedly moving from side to side as well as up and
down, and it was all too much.  I grabbed her ass, and pushed her
roughly down onto me as hard as I could.  I wanted to be deeper into
her than I had been able to get yet, so I clenched her globes while,
at the same time, I punched my hips upward, until our pubic bones
were grinding together, and I spewed all I had into the latex
covering my pumping cock.  Her honeyed walls clenched and relaxed,
clenched and relaxed, coaxing the last drop from me, and she
collapsed down on top of me, giving in to her own release.

We were sweat-soaked, hot and panting, our skin plastered together
wherever we touched, our pubic hair intermingled, soaked and matted
from her abundance of lubrication, her vagina keeping so much
pressure on my cock that it was still expanded, if no longer as stiff
as it had been.  I never wanted the moment to end.

But, of course, it had to, as she groaned and lifted her head to
look at me.  She smiled wearily, happily, and bent down and gave me a
soft, sensuous kiss, once again nibbling at my lower lip.  I held her
to me, and never wanted to let her go.

We stayed that way until we started to get a little chilled.  She
finally lifted off me, her eyelids drooping.  When she lifted up her
hips, my dick slipped from her pussy and wetly flopped against my
stomach.

"Oops.  'Bye, Porter," she said with a giggle as she felt me escape
from her body.  "I just lost my new best friend."

She reached down and pulled off the slick, well-used condom from my
spent cock.  The magic touch of her fingers made it twitch just a
little, but it was spent.

She trudged to the bathroom, and returned with a warm, wet
washcloth, and gently, lovingly cleaned me up.  She spent a few
minutes in the bathroom, no doubt washing herself, before returning
and lying down again with me.  We snuggled up together on the tossed
and rumpled bed, happy to be together.  She nestled her backside
against me as we lay on our sides, and I draped my arm over her and
rested my hand on her breast.  She held my hand there, and sighed
contentedly.

"Is it always like that?" she asked in a soft voice.

"No, not always," I replied.  My own eyelids were trying to close. 
"But with you, it probably always will be."

She wiggled her ass against me, giving my fried brain ideas, but
before I could act on them, I fell asleep, still holding her as
protectively as I knew how.

Sometime during the night, Kayla must have gotten cold, because when
I woke up in the morning, we had the sheet and blanket over us.  We
were still close together, and Kay was still fast asleep.  I had a
morning hard-on, and I desperately needed to go to the bathroom.  My
head felt stuffed with wet cotton, and my eyes were grainy.  The sun
was just coming up, so I got up as quietly as I could, and closed the
curtains against the early morning light.  I stumbled into the
bathroom and stood there, waiting for my erection to subside enough
so I could pee.

Mission accomplished, I slipped back into bed and snuggled up to
Luscious Kayla once again, and fell back asleep.

Maybe an hour later, I was awakened when I felt the bed move as
Kayla got back under the covers and moved over to be next to me.  I
put my arms around her, and we moved quite naturally into the same
position we had fallen asleep in originally, with her butt pressed
against me and my arm around her, my hand cradling her soft breast.

She wriggled against me just a little, perhaps getting into a more
comfortable position, and all of a sudden I wasn't sleepy anymore. 
Feeling her ass pressed against my groin created a diversion in the
flow of blood in that region, and my cock began to stretch and
stiffen.  It poked against her ass, and I hunched back and reached
down to position it more suitably, so it was tucked between her
cheeks.

"Mmmm... What's that I feel?" she whispered.

"I don't know," I replied as I began kneading her breast a little,
wanting to feel her nipple expand against my palm again.  "What do
you feel?"

She reached down between her legs, moving away from me for just a
moment, and grabbed my cock.  She pulled it between her legs, and
closed her thighs around it, so that it was pressing against her
pussy lips, and sticking out between her legs.

"Why, hello, friend," she giggled, giving the head a little rub with
her fingertips.  She moved my hand to her other breast, and wiggled
against me a little more.  Her nipples were filling, branding my
palm, as I squeezed and played with the soft mounds.  Her hips
started flexing, and my cock sawed back and forth across her pussy,
the tender skin of my rod being tickled by her sparse hair.  I could
feel her oils oozing out, coating my shaft, making its passage across
her sensitive tissues hotter and slicker.

I hunched back reflexively, and the head of my cock started plowing
through the furrows of her cunt, parting her lips in search of its
home.  Kayla bent forward just a little at the waist, and bent her
knee, and I was there.  All I had to do was move my hips forward, and
I would be buried in her.  
I moved up just a little, and the crown of my cock moved into her. 
Kayla moaned, and sighed, wanting more, but she was smarter than I
was.  By sheer force of will, she moved away from me, and turned to
face me.  She reached under her pillow, and handed me another condom.

"Hurry," she said, a hint of desperation in her voice.  She lay back
and watched with bright eyes as I tore open the foil packet and
rolled the latex down over my steely cock, and then held out her arms
to me in invitation, her knees bent and her legs parted.  I scrambled
to get on top of her, and she reached down to my cock, placed the
head against her heated opening, and then used both her hands on my
ass to bring me into her.

I slid into place, her walls adjusting to accommodate my intrusion,
and when I was fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around me,
locking her ankles together across my lower back.

"Oh, God, I love this," she whispered, almost to herself, her eyes
closed as she concentrated on the feelings being telegraphed through
her nervous system.

She opened her eyes and looked into mine, and smiled.  "I love you,"
she said softly.  "I love doing this with you."

She tightened her vaginal muscles around my cock, and watched for my
reaction.  My reaction was to nearly cream right then and there, when
I felt her squeeze my cock like that, and she saw it.

"Oh, man," I moaned.  I had to stroke into her; I had no choice in
the matter.  I started slowly, trying to hold off as long as I could
for her.  She urged me on, holding me tight and flexing in harmony
with her legs.  I paused on the upstroke, with just the head of my
cock still buried in her, and I plunged down into her as hard as I
could, trying to make sure I bumped on her clitoris as I bottomed out
in her on the downstroke.  We set up a good rhythm, and the bed began
rocking with our movements.

Just when I thought I could take no more, I bent down and grasped
one nipple in my lips and sucked on her, hard.  She yelped, favored
me with one of her breathless screeches, and came all over my buried
cock.  The heat and the pressure combined to send me off along with
her, and I pushed my hips against her hard, making her rock back a
little, and I buried myself as deeply into her as I could get as I
ejaculated hard into the condom.  Her heels were pressing on me,
keeping me in place, as I pumped and jerked, until there was no more
left to pump.  I collapsed down on her, and I felt her body relax,
her legs falling to the sides, her arms holding me limply.

After a few moments, I was afraid I might be crushing her, so I
lifted myself up to take the pressure off.  She wrapped her arms
around my neck and pulled me back down onto her, however.

"No, don't go," she whined softly.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said.  "I didn't want to squash you."

I felt her smile against my cheek.  "You're not squashing me.  I
like it."

I kissed her, our first morning kiss.  "So do I.  In fact, I love
it.  And I love you," I said.

She kissed me again, and then hugged me to her fiercely.  "Oh, Sean,
I love you so much," she whispered.

We stayed like that, until I started to feel my cock withering
enough to make the condom feel loose, so I pulled out of Kayla's
pussy.

"Oh, no," she groaned.  "Goodbye again."

I rolled over and pulled the used rubber off and dropped it to the
floor.  Kayla snuggled up to me and put her head on my chest.

"Where did you get these things?" I asked quietly.

She smiled.  "Did I surprise you?"

"Hoo boy, did you ever," I admitted.

"Jaimie and I went to a free clinic," she said.  "I got them there."
She giggled.  "I really couldn't just go buy them at my local drug
store, could I?"

Just the thought of Luscious Kayla standing at the register of her
father's drug store, a box of condoms in her hand, made me break out
in a cold sweat.

"Good God, no," I said.

She laughed again, a happy and satisfied sound that touched my
heart.  She snuggled up to me again, and we stayed like that until
the phone rang.  I reached for it and answered it on the second ring.

Alex's voice on the other end of the line said, "Sean?  You guys up
yet?"

"Yeah, sort of," I answered.

"Breakfast in a half an hour?"

"Yeah, okay, we'll meet you downstairs at the restaurant."

I hung up the phone.  "Gotta get up and get dressed," I said.

"Not without a shower," said Kayla.  She got up and headed for the
bathroom door.  She turned and looked back over at me, still lying
there.

"Well?" she asked, one eyebrow cocked.  "Are you coming?"

"I think I just did," I replied.  But I wasn't about to refuse her
invitation, so I got up and got to the bathroom, just as she was bent
over the tub, adjusting the water temperature.  It was a tempting
sight, but the floor was slippery, so I just stood there, watching
her backside, feeling the synapses firing deep within my small brain
again, sending faulty signals to my midsection.

We finally made it downstairs, about 15 minutes late.  I had washed
Kayla off, paying particular attention to her nipples and between her
legs, and even checked to make sure there was no soap residue by
using my tongue to explore her hidden recesses, and she reciprocated
by pleasuring me with her mouth, taking all I could give her.

We found Molly and Alex in a booth, coffee and orange juice already
in front of them.  As we slid into the bench across from them, I
couldn't help noticing that Molly looked very happy, and maybe a
little smug.  Alex, on the other hand, looked like he had been struck
by lightning, a dazed look on his face, and his eyes a little
unfocused.  Molly gave us a knowing look as she glanced at her watch,
but didn't say anything at first.

After the waitress took our orders, Molly finally spoke.

Picking up her orange juice, a small and secretive smile playing
across her lips, she said, "No wonder he gets such good grades in
school.  He's a very quick learner.  And, boy, can he ever
concentrate."

We all burst out laughing, and even Alex, the butt of Molly's loving
joke, had to smile self-consciously.





(Continued in Chapter 34)

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