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Yes, indeedy, this is really Ch. 34.  I actually remembered to label
it correctly this time!

Enjoy!





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PLAYING TO WIN:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK II


by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 34 -

A VERY CRAFTY GIRL



Over the first part of that summer, Kayla and I didn't get the
chance to share her gift very often.  We still went out quite a bit,
we were hanging out together as much as we could, and we still fooled
around in the Lovemobile, but she was adamant about not wanting to
make love in the back seat of my car.  She did relent a couple of
times, succumbing to her own desires as much as mine, but for the
most part we satisfied ourselves with oral and manual stimulation and
release.  As my good but crude friend Jake would point out, it was
better than going home and making love to Five-Finger Betty.

Besides, I had nothing at all to complain about.  Luscious Kayla
loved me, and I loved her, and we both knew that what she said was
the law, and I gladly accepted that, just as Jake accepted that
Jaimie held the reins in their relationship.

Coach Bill and I had another successful spring season with the
Warriors, finishing 7-1-1.  Tournament weekend was the same weekend
as Lori's wedding, so we couldn't take the team back to defend their
championship.  Other teams besides the ones from our town, however,
had seen our success, and I got calls from a lot of parents about
working with their kids, ranging in age from 6 years old to junior
high age.  

I was concerned about my amateur status if I taught for money, and I
even called Pick and talked to him about it.  In the end, we decided
that I could do it, as long as I was paid in cash, and didn't
advertise or publicize my teaching.  As Pick pointed out, I had
already taken money to teach the game when I worked for Duane
Olchick.  Besides, the issue seemed to try to address playing for
money, not teaching for money, so I was okay.  

I recruited Eric, Jorge, Tessa, and Trent to help me out.  I had
enough kids who wanted to take lessons over the summer that I was
able to run three sets of classes, one for younger kids, ages 6-10;
another for 10-12; and another for competitive play, ages 12 and up. 
The parents paid me in cash weekly, and I split it evenly among the
five of us.  That is, all the parents paid me in cash, except for
Lori and David.  Being a poor high-school kid, I couldn't afford to
buy them much, so my wedding gift to them was a summer of lessons for
Davey and Kip.

We taught each group three times a week.  The younger kids were with
us for an hour and a half, and the other two groups played for two
hours, and sometimes it spilled over, if our scrimmages were going
well.  The parents, for the most part, didn't mind if we ran over our
time slot.  They were happy to see their kids playing and having fun,
and maybe even learning something in the process.

The division of tasks worked out well, too.  Eric and Trent worked
on offensive plays, and Tessa, Jorge and I concentrated on defending
and goaltending.  I had arranged for Davey and Kip to join me a
couple of days before our soccer camps started, so that Eric and
Trent in particular could get used to the skill levels we would be
working with, along with typical 9 or 10 year old behaviors.  Tessa
and Jorge had worked with the Warriors in the past, and were a little
more clued in as to the types of questions and interpretations that
might come from a group of younger kids, but we all benefited from
the refresher course.  Davey and Kip were excited to be singled out
as my helpers, and they carried that badge of honor into camp with
them.

Jake and Kayla had to work in their father's store that summer. 
Jake was restocking shelves and working in the back room, and Kayla
was a cashier.  It made it easier to buy condoms, since I stopped in
to say hello nearly every day, and she was usually able to take a
short break whenever I was there.  She would ring up the sale
whenever there was nobody else around, and I kept a supply handy in a
pocket of my soccer gear bag, which pretty much stayed in my car all
the time.

The Fourth of July that summer fell on Sunday, and, as usual, there
was a big carnival set up in the park by the small lake in town.  Our
schedules didn't mesh very well that weekend, though.  Kayla had
Friday off, but I had soccer camp until 4:00.  I had Saturday free,
but Kayla had to work from noon until 8:00.  We made do the best we
could.

The Lehighs invited me over for dinner on Friday.  It had been
really hot, in the 90's, and I was feeling pretty washed out from
running up and down the fields during two sessions of soccer camp,
but by the time Mr. Lehigh got the charcoal going in the grill, the
day had cooled off to something a little more reasonable.  Even so, I
was happy just to slouch in one of their loungers on the deck,
relaxing in the shade, watching as Kayla and her mother brought out
trays of condiments, drinks, and chips from the house and set them up
on the big round patio table.

Actually, I was watching Kayla, captivated by her.  She had on a
tight, sleeveless tank top that only came down to her ribcage,
leaving her delectable midriff bare, and a baggy pair of gym shorts. 
Her pale blonde hair was gathered back loosely, and there was a sheen
of perspiration on her neck that I really wanted to lick off for her.

Jake was in another lounger next to me.  He must have guessed my
thoughts, because just about then he pounded my arm.

"You're practically drooling, Porter," he growled.  "Cut it out."

"Hey, you get to live with her," I retorted.  "I only get to see her
once in a while."

Jake snorted.  "You think living with a little sister is such a
treat?"  He glanced over and saw my face, and began to laugh.  "Okay,
yeah, you would think of it as a treat, wouldn't you?"

I just cocked an eyebrow at him, feigning ignorance, an attitude I
usually came by honestly.

"Time to eat, boys," called out Mrs. Lehigh.  The hamburgers and hot
dogs were arrayed on a big platter in the center of the table.  Kayla
was finishing putting napkins at each place setting.  Jake and I got
up, and Kayla took my hand and led me over to sit on her right, on
one of the curved benches under the table.

We fixed up our plates, slathering catsup and mustard on burgers and
dogs, refilling glasses, and grabbing handfuls of chips.  When the
dust settled, we sat back and started chowing down.  I powered
through a hamburger in about three bites.  I was ferociously hungry,
and hadn't really realized it until I started eating.  Once the beast
within was somewhat mollified, I slowed down, willing to actually
take time to chew when I started in on my hot dog.

I felt Kayla's fingers touching my thigh, so I held my hot dog in my
right hand, and dropped my left hand below the table to hold hers. 
The dinner banter was light, mostly shop talk about the drug store,
that I was content to listen to, without feeling the need to
contribute.  Kay pulled my hand over to her leg, and pressed my palm
against the top of her warm thigh, holding it there.

Putting down her glass of iced tea, Mrs. Lehigh turned to Jake and
asked, "Are you and Jaimie going over to the carnival tonight, Jake?"

Around a mouthful of hamburger, Jake nodded and mumbled, "Yes, we're
meeting up with a bunch of kids in a little while."

Kayla surreptitiously moved my hand up her thigh, until I felt the
hem of her gym shorts on the backs of my fingers.  Her skin was silky
smooth and warm.

Mrs. Lehigh turned to us.  "And what are you two planning on doing
tonight?" she asked.

Kayla moved my hand even further up her leg.  I could feel the edge
of her panties now, as she slowly moved my hand up and down the
crease of her leg and her crotch.  I thought I could feel just a hint
of moisture, and I knew it was nearly too hot to touch there.  I
could feel the sweat start to break out on my face, and my shorts
were suddenly a lot tighter.  Kayla looked at me, all innocence,
waiting for me to open my mouth and croak out an answer for her mom's
question.

Before I could embarrass myself, Kayla, still looking at me, said,
"We're going over to the park, too."

I had to clear my throat before speaking, so I tried to cover it up
by taking a drink from my glass.

"We'll probably go over with Jake and Jaimie," I finally managed to
say.

Kayla pulled my hand out of the leg of her shorts, but my relief was
only momentary.  She pressed my hand firmly back between her legs,
and clenched her thighs tightly against my fingers and held me there
for just a moment.  I nearly sputtered my soda out my nose when she
did that, and I started coughing.  She let my hand loose, and turned
to me, a concerned look on her face, except where the corners of her
mouth were twitching as she tried to suppress her smile.

She patted me on the back solicitously.  "Are you okay, Sean?" she
asked.

I could only nod as I reached for my paper napkin, my eyes streaming
from my coughing fit.

"Yeah," I finally stammered.  "I'm fine."

Jake just shook his head at me, chuckling under his breath at my
predicament.  I hoped he didn't know the real cause of my discomfort.

Mrs. Lehigh brought out some homemade chocolate cake for dessert,
and Kayla stood up to help her pass out plates.

"So tell me, Sean, how are your soccer lessons going?" asked Mr.
Lehigh.

"Really well," I replied.  "We've got 15 younger kids, 18 middle
ones, and 25 in the competitive group."

"That's a lot of soccer for you to be teaching," he said.

"I've got a lot of help.  Eric Johnson, Trent Abbott, Jorge Mendoza,
and Tessa Navarrone all work with me.  I'm charging the kids ten
bucks a week, so each of us gets a hundred dollars in cash every
week, and I'm using the extra money to buy supplies, and some I'm
saving for a party for each of the groups at the end of the summer,
before their leagues start up again."

"That's good money," observed Jake.  "Maybe I should have started a
football clinic."

"You've got your own responsibilities this summer already," said his
father.  "Working at the store should be enough."

"Yeah, I suppose," grumbled Jake.  "It's just not as much fun."

"Well, it is fun to spend so much time teaching soccer, but it's
more work than I thought it would be when I started," I said.

"How so, Sean?" asked Mrs. Lehigh.

"I started out thinking I could just work with these kids like I did
with Davey and Kip," I explained.  "You know, just go out and have
fun working with the ball, teaching them how to dribble and pass and
stuff.  Then, when more kids signed up, I started realizing that I
had to have a plan for each session, based on their experience levels
and their abilities."

"And then you found out you had enough kids coming to break them
into three different groups, and the workload tripled," said Mr.
Lehigh.

I glanced at him.  I was a little surprised that he figured that out
so quickly.  In retrospect, it shouldn't have surprised me.  He was a
very intelligent and precise man who ran a successful local business,
in an industry that had quite a few national and regional players
just itching to run small, family owned pharmacies like his out of
business.

"I think it more than tripled," I admitted.  "Each section requires
their own set of drills and skill sets.  There are a few drills,
mostly concerning ball handling, that can be used for all three
player skills, but for the most part I'm spending a lot of my off-
field time working up drills and scrimmage plays for each section."

"It's too bad Duane What's-his-name isn't around this summer,"
mentioned Jake.

"I could use his expertise, that's for sure," I said with a rueful
chuckle.  "I didn't appreciate how much time he put in away from the
players, just so he and his assistants would be ready each day."

"He isn't coming back to do clinics this summer?" asked Mrs. Lehigh.

"No," I said.  "His schedule in Europe didn't give him enough time
to set up anything in America this year.  He and Nicholas, his right-
hand man, are running programs in Germany and France this summer.  He
did write and ask if I could join him for a couple of weeks, but
there was no way I could afford to do that."

"That's too bad," said Mr. Lehigh.  "That would have been an
opportunity of a lifetime."

"Maybe," I agreed, glancing quickly at Luscious.  "But I would have
had to have been gone for almost three weeks, right in the middle of
everything, and it would have been tough leaving home for that long,
and everything..."

"And leaving your girlfriend behind?" finished Mrs. Lehigh, a small,
knowing grin on her face.

"Well, yeah.  That, too," I agreed, a little embarrassed.

"He would have spent every penny he would have earned over there,
calling me every night," said Kayla.

"Sweetie, would you really have expected him to call you all the way
from France?" asked Mrs. Lehigh, a little incredulous.

"Of course not," said Kayla.  "But he would have, anyway."

I could only nod in agreement.  My Luscious knew me very well, indeed.

"By the way, Mr. Lehigh, I want to thank you again for donating that
first-aid kit to my program."

"Oh, it's no problem, Sean.  I was happy to do it," he replied.

"With the extra money I've been getting each week, I could just as
easily pay for it," I said.  I was still a little uncomfortable about
taking free stuff from anybody, even if it was to help the kids.`

"I know you could, Sean.  And I appreciate the offer to pay for it,
but it's really not necessary.  The drug store sponsors a lot of
teams in a lot of different sports here in town, and my suppliers
know how important it is to me and to the community.  In this case, I
happened to mention to my salesman that you were running these
clinics for the kids here, and he asked if you needed anything."  He
took a sip of his iced tea, and then smiled.  "So you see, I couldn't
take your money for it anyway, since it was really a gift from my
salesman."

"Who wouldn't have known about Sean's clinics, if you hadn't told
him," interjected Jake.

Mr. Lehigh smiled again.  "True," he said.  He looked at his son
affectionately.  "I might have been the catalyst for the exchange of
this first aid kit, but the fact remains that I didn't buy it, so I
wouldn't feel right about letting Sean pay for it, either."

"Not that you would have charged him for it, anyway, dear," said
Mrs. Lehigh, patting her husband's hand.

He just shrugged and sat back.  "True again," he admitted.  "But
this way, Sean doesn't have to feel like he's skipping out on an
obligation to pay for it.  Okay, son?"

"Okay," I agreed.  It was easier than arguing with him, anyway.

After we helped clean up after dinner, Jake walked over to get
Jaimie, and Kayla and I piled into the back seat of Jake's car to
wait for them.  Even with the windows down, and the sun sinking lower
in the sky, it was steamy in the back seat, almost too warm to sit
next to each other with my arm around her.  Almost.

We drove over to the park and walked around the carnival, catching
up with groups of friends in line for rides or playing around at the
carnie games.  I was proud to be strolling around the park holding
Luscious Kayla's hand, being seen by everybody in school with the
most beautiful girl in town.

We stopped to watch Sam Loggins and Jen Davies shooting baskets for
prizes.  Sam, having grown to about Tiny's height but skinny as a
fencepost, was talented enough that he was able to figure out that
the basket wasn't set at the normal 10 foot height, and was able to
adjust his shot to make 8 out of 10 anyway.  Whispered suggestions to
his girlfriend, also a basketball player, were enough to allow her to
make 6 out of 10, still far above the typical for that booth.  They
both walked away with huge stuffed pandas, along with a warning not
to come back again from the booth operator.

We joined Eric, Keisha, Ayesha and Anthony as they tried their luck
shooting b-b guns at targets.  Kayla hit only one bulls-eye on her
first try, but I managed to knock down quite a few targets, and won a
poster.  Even Kayla had to laugh when I chose that Farrah Fawcett
poster as my prize.

On one of our circuits through the maze of walkways around the
carnival rides, we saw my brother Stephen, along with his friends
Carlos and Tommy and Richie, standing in line for the Gravity Drop. 
Along with them were Tara Jacks, and one other girl I didn't know. 
Jaimie stopped short, pulling Jake's arm as he took another step
forward before realizing that his girlfriend had halted.  She was
staring over at the kids in line, who couldn't seem to keep still as
they waited, dancing and hopping in place, shifting from person to
person, always in motion within their spots in line.

"Shit," exclaimed Jaimie.  "She's not supposed to be here."

"Who?" asked Jake.  Jaimie pulled him around so that more people
were between us and the kids in line.  She didn't want Tara to see
her, apparently, so we moved back with her, so that we were pretty
much blended into the crowd.

"Tara's over there, with Sean's brother and his friends," explained
Jaimie.  Jake stood on tiptoe so he could see over the crowd.

"Oh, yeah, I see her," he said.  "I thought she was permanently
grounded?"

"She is," confirmed Jaimie.

She sure didn't look grounded to me.  She was wearing a bikini top
that was about two sizes too small for her, and short-short cutoff
jeans that had been washed until the edges were fringed and the seat
was nearly transparent.  The legs of the shorts were nonexistent. 
Her ass cheeks were plainly visible, so much so that I had to doubt
that she was wearing any underwear at all.  She was looking and
acting as slutty as she could, and she had all the boys drooling over
her.

The little girl that was with the group was dressed similarly,
except that her top was just slightly more modest, a clingy tube top
that molded to her small breasts.  The way they jiggled as she moved
only served to confirm that she, too, was going without underwear.

"Who's her friend?" I asked.

"Why do you want to know?" asked Kayla, a frown on her pretty face.

"I just want to know who to stay far away from when school starts,"
I said, putting my arm around her.

She resisted for just a moment, and then allowed me to pull her to
me.  "Well, in that case..." she said with a smile.

"That's Tracy Evanson," said Jaimie.

I looked over at her, startled.  "Mikey Evanson's sister?" I asked.

"Yes," she confirmed.  "Tara's not supposed to be here, and
especially with Tracy."

"Are you going to say anything to your parents?" asked Jake, looking
concerned.

"I think I have to," said Jaimie unhappily.

We headed back toward the parking lot.  Jaimie wasn't in the mood to
walk around any more, so we decided to head over to the Dairy Queen
to see if anybody was there.  We met up with Tiny and Erica, sitting
at one of the picnic tables there, and spent the next hour in an ice-
cream haze, before calling it a night.





On Saturday, Kayla had to work late.  I got to the drug store at
about 7:45 and waited for her, wandering up and down the aisles while
she finished up with her duties and punched out.  Finally, at a few
minutes after 8:00, she came skipping out of the back room.  She ran
up and jumped up into my arms and gave me a big, sloppy kiss on the
cheek.

"Come on, boyfriend, take me away from here," she giggled.  She
hopped down and practically dragged me out the door.

When we got in my car, she leaned over and wrapped her arms around
my neck and gave me a very hot, very wet open-mouthed kiss that
almost immediately burned out my coherent thought processes.

"I've got an idea," she whispered throatily.  "There's a sixties
band playing in the park tonight, so my parents are meeting some of
their friends in the beer tent.  Jake and Jaimie are already over at
the park."  She stared into my eyes, waiting for me to make the
connection.

It didn't take me long at all.  I gave her a quick kiss, started the
car, and peeled rubber on my way out of the parking lot. 
Destination: Lehigh House.  We would have the place to ourselves for
at least a couple of hours.

I pulled into the driveway, and Kayla was out of the car before I
could turn off the engine and open my door.  We went around to the
back of the house and went in through the kitchen, not bothering to
turn on any lights.  Kay led me to the basement stairs, and we went
down to the rec room.  There was a little light spilling in through
the windows from the dying sun, enough to give the place a dim, amber
glow, as Kayla took my hand and pulled me over to the couch in front
of the television.

She sat down against the armrest and pulled me over on top of her. 
She let go of my hand and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled
me down to kiss me, nibbling at my lips as I lay half on her, trying
not to crush her with my weight.  She loved worrying and playing with
the tiny scar on my lip, and I loved the way she concentrated on that
spot.  It was becoming one of the places on me that was very
sensitive to her touch, an erogenous zone she had created.

I managed to pull my legs up so that I was lying on the couch
alongside her, and she naturally scooted down and swung her legs up
so that she was lying next to me.  I slithered my right arm around
her head, giving her a cushion against my arm, and I bent to her,
showering her mouth with small kisses in return.

Kayla's pale hair was tied back in a ponytail, and I reached up and
pulled the elastic out, letting her hair cascade down around her head
and across her shoulders.  I grabbed a handful of her luxurious, soft
hair, letting strands of her tresses drag through my fingers.  Her
eyes were closed as she concentrated on her kissing, so I closed my
eyes, too, and gave in to the feelings she was inciting.

Our kisses got softer and slower, if no less urgent, as we both
teased and advanced on each other until, finally, our lips locked
together.  As our tongues met, she moaned softly into my mouth,
sending a flare of excitement through me.  She was wearing a demure
white blouse, buttoned all the way up to her throat, and the fingers
of my left hand started at the top, fumbling with buttons until they
could twist them through the buttonholes.  I wanted to feel her
breasts, even through her clothes, but I forced myself to go slowly,
moving from button to button, as gently as I could.  She shifted
slightly once I got about halfway done, making it easier for me to
reach the rest of them, until, at last, I undid the last button of
her shirt that I could reach.  I pulled the tails of her blouse out
of her skirt, and found two more buttons, which I went to work on,
until I could open her blouse up and work it off her shoulder.

She broke our kiss long enough to shrug out of the blouse, and then
pulled me back to her, resuming the teasing and the playing of our
tongues together.  I ran my hand up her side, still resisting the
siren call of her wonderful breasts.  When my palm encountered the
cotton and elastic of her bra, she turned slightly in my arms, giving
me access to her back, so I could work on the hooks and eyes.  Still
I resisted, however, and contented myself with feeling the play of
her strong back muscles, lying just underneath the soft epidermal
layer of skin.  I ran my fingernails down her back, along her spine,
and she shivered just a little.

Again we had to break off from our kisses, each of us panting.  My
fingertips encountered the thick material of her skirt, and I allowed
my hand to delve down to clutch at her ass for just a moment before
returning to the bare skin of her lower back.  In the meantime, Kayla
started in on licking and sucking on my neck and my earlobe, pausing
occasionally to blow lightly in my ear.  She let go of my neck and
dropped her hands down to pull at my tee shirt, pulling it up to
bunch under my arms.  I sat up for a moment, and she lifted up the
bottom, pulling the shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. 
Her hands went to my chest, and she started playing with my nipples
for just a moment before wrapping me up in her arms once again.

She started in on kissing and licking my throat, moving from one
side of my head to the other.  She slowly moved up, eventually giving
my other ear the same treatment she awarded to the first, and all the
time she was doing that, I was trailing my fingertips up and down her
back, from shoulder blade to her hip, reveling in the heated, silky
feel of her skin.

She kissed my lips again, then raised her head up so that I could
pay homage to her tender throat.  Her hands started echoing what my
left hand was doing, caressing my back as I was caressing hers.  My
hand would travel up along her spine, hers would move along my spine.
My hand would run down her side to her hip, hers would mimic my
actions.  She tapped her fingers against my hip, so I did the same
along hers.  She moved her hand halfway up my back, fingertips
playing along the skin, and I did the same.  Her hand dropped back
down, and so did mine.  She reached further down and clutched at my
ass, so I did the same to her, all the time licking and sucking at
her throat and her chest.

I had my head tucked down, and I started licking at the swells of
her breasts, along the hem of her bra.  She arched her back,
encouraging me to explore further, so I started chewing on her
breasts and nipples through her bra.  Her hands scratched up my back,
anticipating that my hand would mimic her action, and I let my hand
linger on its way up her spine, until it stopped in the middle of her
back, just like hers had stopped.  I felt her fingers flex, willing
my fingers to work to loosen her bra, but instead I clutched at the
fabric, crushing it in my fist.  I heard her whine softly in
frustration, so I bit down a little harder on the pebble of flesh
poking up against her bra and my lips.  She rewarded me by moaning
and running her knee up my thigh, nearly touching my balls, and then
letting it slide back down.

As much as I enjoyed teasing her, I couldn't hold out any longer.  I
fumbled with her bra strap, and finally was able to separate the two
ends.  My hand found its way underneath the loosened material, around
her side and over the swells of her soft breast, and I grasped the
mound in my palm.  She groaned as I squeezed her flesh, her distended
nipple burning a brand in my palm.  I moved my hand to her other
breast, and she shimmied away from me so she could sit up enough to
pull the straps off her shoulders and drop her bra to the floor.  She
settled back down again, and put her hands on the back of my head,
guiding my lips to her breast.  I opened my mouth gladly, and
accepted her offer.

Of all the acts of love and passion, there are two things that I
love above all others.  The first was just this: that first taste of
the slightly salty skin of my love's proffered nipple.  I held
Kayla's soft breast in the palm of my hand, hefting its small weight,
as I lowered my lips to the swollen nub at its peak, and drew the bud
into my mouth and suckled.  I opened wider, and sucked in as much of
her breast as I could, my tongue working around the areola, teasing
and playing with the sensitive tissues.  She arched up, pushing
harder against my mouth, and I was in heaven.

I paid homage to her right breast, and then gave equal treatment to
her left, unwilling to favor one over the other.  She showed her
appreciation by pressing me to her, holding the back of my head with
one hand and rubbing my shoulder and neck with her other.  I tasted
the skin between her small breasts, and licked the undersides of both
mounds, holding one tenderly while I lovingly nibbled on the other.

I left my hand on her right breast and pulled my arm out from around
her neck as my mouth descended, kissing and licking down her sternum
to her quivering tummy, until I got to the elastic hem of her skirt. 
I sat up and scooted down, and grabbed her skirt and started pulling.
She helped by lifting up her butt off the couch, and watched me with
bright eyes as I pulled the skirt down her legs and off her feet,
dropping it to the floor to join our other clothes.  She was wearing
yellow cotton panties with a flower print, and when she put her legs
back down on either side of me, I could see that the cotton panel had
a big wet spot from her leaking juices.  I inhaled deeply, loading up
on her pheromones, and my mouth began to water a little in
anticipation of tasting her.  I bent down and teased her a little by
licking around her belly button, and she squirmed just a little.  My
hard dick pulsed with the sight of her writhing beneath me.

I took hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. 
She lifted up again, her arms clutched to her and her hands clenched
into fists tucked underneath her chin, and I worked them down her
legs and off.  This time, when she opened her legs to surround me on
the couch, her pussy lips gapped open just a little, rosy and
slightly swollen.  I bent down and once again noodled with her navel,
working my way very slowly down her tummy to the top of her pale
pubic hair.

I pressed against her thighs with my hands, encouraging her to
spread her legs just a little more, and I kissed and licked a path
through her thin hair until I encountered the moist top of her slit. 
I took one finger and enjoyed the second thing that I loved most: I
dragged my finger through her pussy lips, releasing the well of
lubrication that was trapped, feeling it coat my fingertip with her
hot oils as I dipped just the tip of my finger into her hole, teasing
her for just a moment before continuing up to search for her swelling
clit.

At the same time, I used my tongue to lick and taste of her along
her outer lips, spreading moisture around and lapping up her tangy
overflow.  I teased her, kissing and licking the soft skin of her
inner thighs, and felt the responsive quiver in her muscles as I
moved down her leg just a little, my lips playing a tune on the
smooth musculature of her legs, and then worked my way back up toward
her center.

As I reached her flooded pussy again with my tongue, I slowly pushed
my middle finger into her.  She moaned and raised her hips, trying to
get my finger deeper, and I licked up through her vulva, separating
her lips with my tongue as it dove in, lapping up her juices,
searching for her swollen nub.  I licked around her clit as I started
finger-fucking her, and timed my assault so that I grabbed her little
distended clit between my lips at the same time that I used two
fingers on her, plunging into her as far as they would reach.

Kay huffed and hunched on my fingers and mouth, her breathy
exhalations coming faster and faster as I worked her.  My fingers
were working in and out of her, and I twisted my hand occasionally,
feeling her pressing walls give and flex, and I licked up and down
her slit, from where my hand was pumping her, to the top of her lips,
flicking against her clit.

Finally, her whole body clenched, and she grabbed my head and held
me to her as she flew off into space.  I reached up with my one free
hand and clutched her breast, and she instinctively let go of my head
with one hand and ran it up my arm to hold my hand tightly to her
heaving breast as she gasped through her orgasm.  Her legs flexed
against my head and shoulders in her passion, and her pussy exuded a
slight, very hot release of oily wetness against my intruding tongue,
a little different in taste from her normal lubrication.  My hard
cock twitched in anticipation, wanting to feel that heat and moisture
for itself.

At long last, she collapsed back down onto the couch, her tightened
muscles relaxing after helping her crest the mountain.  She let go of
my hand at her breast and took hold of my head, gently bringing me up
and off her tender pussy.  I let her pull me up to her, and she
hugged me tight, wrapping her arms and her legs around me.

"Oh, that was so good," she whispered softly as she held me.

I put my arms around her and was content to lie there with her as
she came down from her orgasm.  I could feel her body's tension drain
from her, first from her extremities, and then moving into her body,
until, finally, her heart rate began to normalize, and her breathing
steadied.  I felt her smile against my cheek.

"Wow," she whispered, this time more aware that she was
communicating with me.

"Wow, indeed," I agreed.  "I think she liked it."

"Yes, she did," she answered.  She took a deep, satisfying breath,
and squirmed loose from me.  She pushed me back against the couch and
moved down to kneel by my legs on the couch.

"I'll bet I know what he'll like," she said with a smile, a naughty
gleam in her eye.

She started pulling down my old gym shorts.  She lifted up the
elastic from my waist so that she could get them down around my
throbbing cock, and I lifted up my ass so that she could shuck both
the shorts and my underwear off.  I settled back against the couch,
my head resting on the armrest so I could watch her.  She held up my
clothes and ceremoniously dropped them to the floor.  She giggled
when she saw my cock twitch in anticipation, and she bent down so
that she was eye-level to it, and so close I could feel her breath
tickling the hair on my legs.

She ran just her fingernail up my cock along the underside, and I
tensed up, already close to shooting.  She must have known I was
close, because she wrapped her small hand around the base of my hard
cock and squeezed a little, and my impending crisis abated.  She
continued to hold me tightly like that, squeezing out droplets of pre-
cum, and she used the tip of her tongue to taste it and spread it
around the head.

It was a good thing she was squeezing me tight, or at the first
touch of her tongue, I would have gone off.  As it was, all the
muscles around my midsection, from my stomach to my thighs, were
tensed in anticipation, and my dick was pulsing with my heartbeat.

She kissed the tip of my cock, and then, looking me straight in the
eye, she smiled, pressed the tip against her lips, and pushed down,
letting her lips slide open as my cock intruded.  She stopped when
she had the crown engulfed, and she sucked on me, her tongue working
around the head, her hand still squeezing me.  She pulled me out of
her sucking lips with a pop, licked her lips, and then took me back
into her mouth, this time dropping down and taking as much of me into
her mouth as she could.  I felt the head resting against the back of
her tongue, and I knew I was at the entrance to her throat.  She let
her tongue bathe my shaft, and she started working her head up and
down, her fist now pumping just a little in unison.

The pressure was enormous.  She was alternately sucking hard and
letting up, and the combination was moving me fast toward a crisis. 
With her head bobbing on me, and her fist pumping at the base, I knew
it wouldn't be long.  When she took her other hand and ran one
fingertip up my scrotum, I was pushed a little closer to the edge. 
When she cupped my balls and squeezed gently, that was it.

"Kayla... I'm... Ahhh... K-K-K-Kay..." I tried to warn her.  She
glanced up at my face, and attacked even harder, sucking on my cock
until her cheeks caved in, her tongue working relentlessly against my
skin, and her fist engaged in activating the pump.  I closed my eyes
and gave myself over to it.

I blasted into her mouth.  She squeaked and almost let go of me at
the force of my first spurt, but she gamely hung on, and continued
milking me.  I felt my center contract and let loose, contract and
let loose, five times, then six, and finally, nearly spent, the flow
eased to a dribble.  Still my Luscious kept her mouth sealed around
me as best she could, swallowing and sucking and pumping and
squeezing, getting the last little drops she could out of me. 
Dribbles of milky semen leaked out of the corners of her mouth and
dripped down my shaft, and she used her loosened fist to work the hot
liquid into the skin of my cock.  As I collapsed back onto the couch,
my well-treated cock began to lose a little of its hardness, and
still she kept on, teasing it with her lips and tongue, unwilling to
let it deflate completely.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her gently up to me, and
she reluctantly let me pop out of her loving mouth and crawled up to
be wrapped up in my arms.

"Unghhh," I finally managed to grunt.

I felt her smile again.  "Was that a compliment?" she asked.

"Unghhh."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'", she giggled.

"Unghhh," I agreed.

She reached down and tickled the hair on my balls, idly playing.

"It's a wonder you can do anything with these things dangling down
between your legs.  Don't they get in the way a lot?"

"Only sometimes," I managed to reply.  Her play was having an effect
on me.  I didn't know if it was intentional on her part or not, but I
was enjoying it.  "But I'd miss them if they weren't there."

She giggled.  "So would I," she said.  She let her fingers trickle
up my scrotum to my recovering cock, once again proudly standing up
off my stomach.  It had only deflated a little before reacting to
what she had been doing with her luscious mouth and her fingers.  

"Oh, my," she said.  "Somebody's still got a problem."  She grasped
my stalk and moved her hand up and down on me.  "What can we do about
this?"

I reached down and searched for my shorts.  I had a couple of
condoms in my wallet.  My emergency stash.  Before I could find them,
however, she shook her head, the top of her head swiveling against my
chin.

"Wait," she whispered.  She threw her leg over me and sat up, still
holding my cock in her small hand.  She knelt over me and held me
straight up, pointed at her drooling pussy.

"Kay?"  I was a little panicky about fucking her unprotected.  Ever
since the Molly Experience, I was pretty paranoid about anybody's
unprotected sex, and especially mine.

My nervousness didn't faze her, though.  She rubbed the head of my
hard cock against her pussy lips, distributing oily lubrication and
starting both our engines, and then firmly pressed herself down,
until the tip of my head was nestled against her, embedded in her
hole.  I watched as she slowly impaled herself on me, swiveling her
hips just a little as she dropped, almost literally screwing herself
down onto me.  She rose up, and dropped down a little more, so that I
was a little deeper inside her, and then rose up again, taking her
time as she worked on taking me all the way into her.  I felt her ass
settle on the tops of my thighs as she took my full length inside
her, and she sighed, her fingers idly playing at our joining.

"Oh, God, that's so much nicer," she sighed, her eyes hooded in
pleasure.

I agreed, but I was also so jumpy about this that I was in danger of
losing my erection.  Kayla leaned down toward me, guiding her breast
to my mouth.  As I instinctively took her nipple in my lips, she
whispered, "Surprise, Sean my love.  I went on the pill."

She did surprise me.  Her nipple popped out of my mouth and I
goggled at her.  She grinned at the expression on my face, and
wiggled her hips a little to get my attention back where she wanted
it.

"Would you please make love to me now?" she asked.

I reached up my hands and hugged her to me.  She was an amazing
girl, and I was even more in love with her now than I had been
before, something I didn't think was even possible.  I flexed my cock
inside her, and felt her inhale in surprise, her eyes widening as she
looked down at me, before tightening the walls of her vagina against
me in response.

She pulled me over, working to not lose our connection, and I helped
by easing over, until I was on top and she was below me, gazing into
my eyes as she wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles at the
small of my back.

I started pumping into her.  She relaxed her legs on me enough so
that I could pull back.  When she felt me at the exit, with just the
head of my cock still within her, she flexed her legs, pulling me
back into her.  We set up a natural rhythm this way, complimenting
each other in a natural fit.  As I bottomed out in her, she would
wiggle her ass a little, giving herself a little extra rub of my
pubic bone against her sensitive clit, and she quickly climbed the
heights.  After several minutes of pumping, our breathing got more
and more ragged, the synapses started firing out of synchronization,
and our movements got a little more erratic.  I could feel the
tightening in my balls, and I knew I couldn't last much longer.  I
started shafting into her hard, moving fast in and out and pounding
her.  Her head was bumping up against the armrest, and when I picked
up my head and watched her as she got closer to her orgasm, I watched
her boobs jiggle as I rocked her.

Suddenly, her legs and arms spasmed and tightened, pulling me hard
to her, and she started huffing against me, hunching her ass up as if
she needed to get me in deeper to her.  The skin of her face, throat
and chest flushed a rosy pink as her orgasm washed through her like a
tidal wave.  It was enough to trigger my own explosion, and I shoved
down as hard as I could, wanting to be as far into her as she wanted
me to be.  I felt my cock expand, and her walls contracted at the
same time.  I might have screamed as I spurted my first jet into her.
I pulled out and shafted back into her as I felt the pump contract
and let loose again, and my cock was rewarded with her gift of heat
and moisture as she came.  Our combined fluids lubricated her tunnel
even more, and I sprayed her womb with my seed three, four, five
times more, until there was nothing left to give her.  Kayla was
hanging on tight, riding out her own climax, eyes shut tight as she
gave in to the rush washing over her.

Finally, her grip loosened, her feet untangling themselves so she
could drop her legs back down to the couch, her knees still bent.  I
lay on her, exhausted to the bone, distractedly feeling my cock
slowly losing its hardness and shrinking a little, her vaginal walls
contracting to accommodate the lessening intrusion.

"Oh, God," she moaned softly.  "That was incredible."

"You are incredible," I whispered tiredly.  I lifted my head up off
her shoulder.  "When did you decide to go on the pill?"

She smiled in satisfaction.  "Surprised you, didn't I?"

I grinned.  "You always do," I said.

She chuckled.  "Good," she said.

"So?" I persisted.  I started to lift off her, afraid I was starting
to weigh down on her uncomfortably.  I pulled my hips up to slip out
of her, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me back down, and my
softening cock slid back into her slippery passage.

"Don't go," she pleaded.  "I like feeling you inside me."

I let her pull me back.  I liked it, too.

"When did I decide to go on the pill?  Probably two years ago."

That surprised me.  "Two years ago?" I asked incredulously.

"Remember that time we were down here during the scavenger hunt?"

Remember?  Of course I remembered.  It was one of my most cherished
memories.  "Sure," I replied.

"I probably decided about then.  I didn't get the chance to get to
the clinic until a couple of months ago, though."

"A couple of months ago?  How did you get there?"

She laughed softly.  "Jaimie wanted to go on the pill, so she made
Jake take her.  She wanted me to come along for 'moral support',
which he was not happy about.  But he couldn't say no, not to her. 
Jake had no idea Jaimie and I had planned this all out, so that I
could go with her and get my own pills."  She hugged me tighter, and
wiggled her hips.  Our connection was slipping away as my cock shrank
and started sliding out of her, and our combined juices were leaking
out, coating my balls and soaking into the cushion.  I thought
distractedly about how we had to clean off the cushions the last time
we were down here, that summer evening almost two years ago.

"You are a very crafty girl," I said in admiration.

She nodded.  "Once I make my mind up, I don't give up easily," she
said with a grin.

"I noticed."

"Yeah.  You were supposed to notice."  She smiled again, happy and
content.  I hugged her to me.

"I know I was," I whispered.  "I'm just glad I wasn't too stupid to
recognize it."

We stayed like that for a time, happy in each other's arms.





(Continued in Chapter 35)

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