index


Message-ID: <41709asstr$1049793004@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Rev. Cotton Mather" <RevCottonMather@verywarmpostalservice.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} -RP- Playing the Game, Ch. 1-5 by Rev. Cotton Mather
Date: Tue,  8 Apr 2003 05:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


Just a little something for those of you who have not yet met my good
friend Sean Porter...



---------------------------------------------------------------------

Welcome to the Church of The Reverend Cotton Mather. This
story is the sole property of the author, and may not be copied or
downloaded for the intent of profit. Permission is freely given for
anyone to download or copy for their personal pleasure or use, as
long as there is no intent to charge money or barter for the
privilege of acquiring this material.

(copyright 2001, Rev. Cotton Mather)

E-Mail all comments to RevCottonMather@hotmail.com
Don't be shy!  I enjoy hearing from you.
---------------------------------------------------------------------




PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 1 -

MEET SEAN PORTER


You wonder, sometimes, how you get into these situations.  Looking 
back, I have to believe that, somewhere along the timeline of my
life, I was led to this point, that I would be here no matter how I
led my life.  But I digress...


	
Flash back to 1980.  At that time, I was a 15-year-old jock, having 
spent the past several years honing my skills on the sandlot baseball 
fields.  At some point during the previous year, I caught the soccer 
fever that was just beginning to grip the American landscape, and by 
the end of that summer I was playing on two teams and earning a
little side money as a youth referee.  Since they had some trouble
getting enough qualified adults to be referees, I had the chance to
work games with older kids than I otherwise would have.

Typically, I would be a referee for the real young ones, say 6-8
years old.  These kids would play what I liked to refer to as "swarm-
ball".  Every kid on the field, except the designated goalkeeper,
would swarm to the ball, no matter where it was on the field, and
kick at the thing as if it were a biting dog, all the time laughing
and shouting and having absolutely no idea where it was going to go
next.  The coaches and parents, meanwhile, would be screaming on the
sidelines, as if the sheer weight of their voices would make little
Kimmie or Matthew suddenly do a bicycle kick like Pele and score the
game-winning goal.

A couple of times that year, though, I was given a game with older 
kids, usually in the under-14 girl's division.  These kids were
usually fairly new to the game also, but they were a lot more
coordinated in their athletic abilities, and could see how a play
could develop, so they tended to play positions a little better than
the young ones.  Their games were a lot more fun to officiate, and
the girls were a lot more fun for a horny 15-year-old guy to watch
running up and down the field.

A lot of these kids were the little sisters of friends of mine, so I 
knew a lot of their names.  On the soccer field, though, I began
seeing them as individuals, instead of as that annoying kid who was
trying to hang around with us older guys.  At the first of these
games that I officiated, I could see groups of girls huddled
together, glancing over at me, talking and giggling, before the game
started.  I thought of myself as an official, however, and
acknowledging that I knew some of them was beneath my dignity. 
During the inspection and instruction prior to the game, as I
checked cleats and shin guards, a couple of the girls that I knew
softly said hi to me, almost embarrassed to know me.

As the game progressed, I forgot about who they were and 
concentrated on the play.  Some of the girls had been playing for 
several years, others were just learning the fundamentals, but nearly 
all of them, regardless of skills or experience, played 
enthusiastically, and played hard.  It was kind of a revelation to me 
to see these kids running hard up and down the field, heads down, 
shoulders and hips and feet fighting for possession of the ball, and 
sweating.  Not "glowing", not perspiring, but honest-to-God, hard-
work SWEATING.  My estimation of their commitment to athletics
climbed, and I decided then and there that I would never again think
of them as annoying little kids.

I learned a lot about those kids that day, and learned a little about 
myself, too.


I didn't have any idea then, of course, but I had a LOT more that I 
would learn about them...and me.



(Continued in Chapter 2)








- 2 -

FIRST AID


It was a couple of weeks before school was supposed to start, and my 
friends and I were not looking forward to the end of summer vacation. 
I rode my bike over to my buddy Jake Lehigh's house, hoping to scare 
up enough guys for a pickup baseball game, and knocked at the door. 
There was no answer, but as I was walking back down the sidewalk to my
bike, I heard some noise from the field behind his house. I walked 
around the side of the house, and saw Jake's little sister, Kayla,
and two of her friends playing around with a soccer ball. Kayla was
13, and was just learning how to play soccer. She had been on one of
the teams playing the previous Saturday that I had worked as a
referee, as had her two friends.

I was about to turn around and continue my search when Kayla looked 
over and saw me. She began waving and calling out to me.

"Sean! Can you help us?"

I sighed, and began walking back to the field. As I was approaching 
them, I looked again at the three girls. Kayla was about 5'4", slender
and athletic, with long blonde, almost white, hair that reached the 
middle of her back, tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed in a 
loose-fitting tank top and short shorts that looked like they were 
tight enough to inhibit her circulation. I knew her fairly well, since
she was the sister of one of my best friends, but it was like I was 
seeing her for the first time. "Damn," I thought to myself, "this 
isn't the little kid I used to see hanging around." 

With her were Jaimie, who was 14, and Jaimie's 12-year-old sister
Tara, her next door neighbors. Jaimie was shorter, barely 5 feet
tall, but she had a more grown-up shape to her. Her hips were not
boy-slim like Kayla's, and her boobs were much more pronounced. She
had dark brown slightly curly hair, cut just to her shoulders, with
thick bangs brushing her eyebrows. Tara was even shorter yet, but
much thinner than her sister. She was just developing, but hadn't
blossomed to Jaimie's proportions as yet. She had always kept her
dark hair cut very short, but was in the process of letting it grow
out, giving her a bit of a wild look. Of the two of them, Tara was
the more athletic, having played soccer since she was in kindergarten.

Kayla was trying to juggle the soccer ball, bouncing it on her knee, 
and not having much success that I could see. After it bounced away 
from her one more time, she turned to me and said, "Can you please
show me how to do this? Jaimie and I are really having a tough time 
learning this."

Tara puffed up a little and said, "Yeah, these klutzes can't do 
anything. We were trying to pass the ball to each other without 
letting it hit the ground, and Jaimie and Kayla kept on missing it."

"Well," I said to her, "You've been practicing for a lot longer than 
they have, Tara. Just because they can't pass the ball in the air 
doesn't mean they can't pass the ball on the ground, does it?"

"No, not really, I guess," she replied. "But juggling skills are still
important, according to my coaches."

"Sure," I said. "Juggling is good for your hand-eye coordination. Or 
should I say foot-eye coordination?" All three of them giggled at 
that. "But," I added, "I know lots of really good players who have a 
tough time juggling. It still comes down to different skills required 
to juggle compared to running and dribbling and shooting the ball."

At that, I lashed out with my right foot and kicked the ball out of
the air as Kayla was attempting to juggle, then trapped it and
dribbled away a few yards. Tara yelped as I kicked out, and ran
after me to try to take the ball away. I called out to Kayla to get
open, keeping my back between the ball and Tara, and whipped a pass
across the field to Kayla as she ran past a startled Jaimie. Jaimie
ran after her, and the game was on. It was 2 on 2 keep-away, a
common soccer drill among many of the coaches in our area, me and
Kayla versus Jaimie and her sister Tara.

All of a sudden, just as I was about to pass the ball off, I heard 
Kayla cry out, followed by a thud. We all stopped and looked over to 
see her rolling over onto her back, holding her leg, and grimacing in 
pain.

"What happened, Kay?" Tara cried out as she ran over to her friend.

"I don't know," she said through gritted teeth. "I think I tripped 
over a rock and pulled a muscle in my leg."

"Let me see," I said as I ran up to her. Being the oldest, and having 
taken first aid as part of my referee training, I was naturally going 
to take charge of the situation. I knelt down beside her, and asked 
her what muscle she hurt.

She hesitated, then, almost embarrassed, said, "My...thigh muscle, I 
think."

I held her leg at her knee with both hands, and tried to straighten
out her leg. She grimaced with pain, still holding on to her upper
thigh.  She could bend her leg without any discomfort in her knee,
for which we were all grateful, though we could see that she was in
some pain from her pull.

"Can you stand?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I'll try," she replied. I held out my hands for her
to grab, while Jaimie and Tara each grabbed an arm to help her to her 
feet.

"Oof!" She nearly collapsed against me when she tried to put some 
weight on her leg. I grabbed her around her waist and held her up.

"Here, Kayla, just hold onto me. I'll help you into the house," I 
told her.

"You're going to have to help me walk," she said to me as she leaned 
against me. "I hope I'm not too heavy," she added.

"A little pipsqueak like you?" I teased her. "C'mon, squirt, I've got 
you." I moved over to her bad side and grabbed her around her waist, 
then helped guide her as she hobbled toward her house. Because we had 
been running around, we were both a little sweaty, so my grip kept on 
slipping on my hand at her waist, and she would slowly slide down a 
little at a time. The first time it happened, my hand just naturally 
found a convenient spot to grip, until it suddenly occurred to me
that I was holding onto her small breast. I stopped, flustered, and 
readjusted my hold on her. My mind was aswirl with conflicting 
feelings. This was Kayla, after all, the kid sister of my pal Jake. 
What was I doing copping a feel? And by the way, why didn't I feel a 
bra on her? Uh-oh, what if she noticed? What will she say? Will she 
tell Jake what I did while she was helpless? Christ, what a dilemma. 
I wanted to help, but I didn't want to get into trouble here.

But then I felt her slip down again, and when she did, her breast
slid once again right into my palm. I stopped again, pretending I was 
getting tired, and readjusted my hold on her once more. After I did, 
I thought I heard - or felt - her giggle softly, but I could have
been mistaken.

We made our way into their family room, and I set her down on the
couch and tucked some pillows behind her so she could sit up more
comfortably. I went into the kitchen and got us both big glasses of
water.

"Where is everybody?" I asked her.

"Dad's at work, Mom and Jake went shopping for school clothes," she 
said. "Sean? Could you please massage this leg for me?" She looked 
so hurt and vulnerable, I just couldn't refuse. I knelt down by her 
and started massaging her leg just above her knee. Her shorts were
very tight, and they ended just an inch or so from the junction of her
legs.  Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, and the big thigh
muscles under the skin were pliant.

"Ooohh, that feels good," she sighed. "Go a little higher, please?"

Her head was back against the pillow, and her eyes were closed. I 
worked my way up her leg, from her knee up to mid-thigh.

"Where does it hurt the most, Kayla?" I asked.

"Up higher. I think I might just have cramped up, though. Do me a 
favor, Sean? In the upstairs bathroom, the one off the hall, there is 
a bottle of liniment. Could you go up and get it, and rub it into my 
leg for me?"

"Sure thing," I said. I ran up the stairs to the bathroom, and 
rummaged around in the closet until I found the liniment. I also 
grabbed a couple of towels and washcloths. I soaked one washcloth in 
cold water, and carried everything downstairs.

As I came back into the room, Kayla was sitting up, taking off her 
shoes and socks. Her loose tank top gapped at her arms, and I could 
clearly see her breast and her slightly swollen nipple as she untied 
her shoe. She looked up at me and smiled, causing me to blush and 
quickly look away. She got both shoes and socks off her feet, then 
settled back, taking her hair out of her ponytail and giving her
head a small shake. I couldn't help but notice how her boobs pushed
out her top like two small volcanic cinder cones. Her nipples were
quite noticeable, accentuating the absence of her bra. The sight of
this very pretty, if young, blonde girl lying there began to have its
effect on me. I could feel the heat of my blood rushing to my
crotch, causing me to stiffen. I quickly knelt back down, dropping
my supplies on the floor beside me. I handed her the damp washcloth,
and she gratefully wiped off her face and the back of her neck.

"Okay," she said, "I'm ready for you." She smiled, pretending not to 
notice my discomfort.

I poured a small amount of liniment into my hand, and started rubbing 
it into her skin. It seemed like her shorts were pulled up even higher
than they were before. They were pulled up so tight I could almost 
detect her slit, and her entire leg, from toes to the cheeks of her 
tight butt, were bare.

She had her left leg bent at the knee, and her right leg, the hurt
one, was straight on the couch, so I could rub the liniment around
on the top, the outside, and the inside of her thigh. As I started
to massage her leg slowly, trying to push the heat from the liniment
into her muscle tissues, she spread her legs apart slightly. I
slowly worked my way up from her knee once again, moving up to about
mid-thigh, then back down again. Each time I moved up, my hands
crept higher on the top of her thigh, then I worked them around to
the sides, then down again. Once again, her head rested on the
pillows, and her eyes were closed. I glanced up at her, and her
tongue was slightly sticking out of her mouth, and there was a small
sheen of perspiration on her upper lip. I thought she might have been
breathing a little heavily, and every once in a while she let out a
big sigh, never once opening her eyes.

My eyes, however, were wide open, and probably bugging out just a 
little bit. I had never been this close to a real live girl who was 
actually letting me touch her thigh before, and even though I was
still thinking of this as a medical exercise, I was still a bit
nervous - and curious.

I massaged the oil into her skin hard, but then I couldn't resist 
lightly drawing my hand back down toward her knee, almost caressing 
her. I had never felt such smooth, supple skin before, and I couldn't 
get enough of the feel of her against my fingertips. I could feel her 
leg quiver very slightly as I did this.

She, too, apparently couldn't get enough of the feel, either, for I 
heard her whisper to me, "Higher. Higher, Sean." I looked up at her, 
but her eyes were still closed. She may not have even realized that 
she had spoken to me.

I allowed my hands to travel all the way up her leg along the long 
quadriceps muscle, activating the heat of the liniment. As I got to 
the edge of her shorts, I rubbed down along the outside of her leg
with my left hand, and along her inner thigh with my right. As I did
this, a slight moan escaped her lips, and her legs parted even more.
I stroked down her thigh to her knee, and began kneading her muscle
back up again. When I got up to her shorts this time, I again moved
my hands to the sides, but this time I could not help but lightly,
slowly, run my palm and my fingers gently down her leg. As I began
this movement, her hips lifted slightly, again seemingly
subconsciously, as if to draw even more feeling from my touch.

I was in turmoil. My dick was as hard as stone, sticking straight up 
in my shorts, and I too was sweating, and my breathing was shallow. I 
didn't dare even blink my eyes, for fear that I would break this
spell, and our session would end.

I needn't have worried. As I caressed her inner thigh from her crotch 
to her knee, she whispered a single word that held my attention and 
caused my cock to jerk: "More."

As softly and gently as I could, I slowly ran my hands back up her
leg.  This time, I continued up onto the leg of her shorts before
caressing down the sides. As I moved my hands down along the leg
band of her shorts, my left hand caressed the cheek of her ass, then
passed down off the material back onto her skin. My right hand
brushed along the edge of her pubic mound, then down between her
legs. As my fingertips passed down across her shorts over her slit,
she jerked slightly, then pushed her hips up sharply into my
fingertips, while moving her legs a little further apart. I pressed
the material of her shorts into her pussy, feeling the heat she was
generating radiating through her clothes. My right hand then slowly
descended, down onto her skin. I spread out my fingers so that I was
brushing against both legs for a brief time, then dragged my
fingertips slowly back down.

"What the hell," I thought to myself, "nothing to lose by trying 
again." So I ran my hand back up again, teasingly slow, fingertips 
softly playing along her skin. By now Kayla was breathing heavily, and
her nipples stood out sharply against the material of her top. Her 
chest was heaving, which caused me to nearly cum in my shorts without 
even touching myself. This time, when I reached the juncture of her 
legs, she reached down with both hands and pressed my fingers hard 
against her cunt through her shorts. She rubbed my hand hard up and 
down several times along her slit. I tried to use my other hand to 
reach under the leg of her shorts, but they were too tight, so I had
to content myself with moving my fingers along the leg band of the
shorts, back and forth, in time to her rubbing against her center.

Suddenly, she stopped rubbing and just pressed my fingers hard into
the center of her slit. She arched her back, and her hips bumped up 
several times. She softly cried out, eyes still closed, then collapsed
back against the couch. She still held my hand against her, but the 
insistence was gone. She softly rubbed her fingers against my wrist 
as my hand lay quietly against her cloth-covered mound. I continued 
to rub the outside of her leg with my left hand, marveling at the
soft, smooth skin.

Slowly her eyes opened as she released my wrist, and she looked shyly 
at me. She looked down, and then glanced up through her eyelashes at 
me. "Don't think badly of me," she seemed to be saying.

For my part, I was in such a painfully rigid state, I could not have 
stood if my life depended on it. I was also in a bit of a state of 
shock, realizing that this was my best friend's sister I had fooled 
around with. I was dreading seeing him next time, and I was dreading 
seeing Kayla next time, for fear of my reaction to either one of
them.  Even so, I desperately hoped that I would get another chance
to be alone with Kayla once again, despite our age difference.

Kayla sat up and threw her arms around me in a fierce hug, and
whispered in my ear, "Thank you, Sean. That's the nicest thing anybody
has ever done for me. Thank you."

Well, that sure surprised me. I figured that I was the one who should 
be doing the thanking, but who was I to not accept a little heartfelt 
gratitude? Especially when it came from a 13-year-old fox who was only
recently putty in my hands.

I hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples and small
tits against my chest. She looked up at me then, and quickly, softly
kissed me. It was kind of a little-girl kiss, puffy lips and closed
mouth, but I didn't care. I knew that, given an opportunity, I would
teach her what a real kiss felt like.

She lay back down on the couch, turned onto her side, and watched me 
as I busied myself cleaning up with the towels and washcloths. I 
fumbled around for a few minutes, desperately waiting for my boner to 
deflate before I ran out of things to do. Finally, I felt comfortable 
enough to stand, so I gathered up the liniment and towels and stood
up to take everything back upstairs. As I was climbing the stairs, I 
heard a car in the driveway. Jake and his mom were home.

They were surprised to see me, until Kayla explained about her
accident.  Her mom was effusive in her thanks to me for helping her 
out. Jake, meanwhile, had run upstairs to change into more comfortable
clothes for baseball.

When I walked back into the family room, Kayla was watching TV while 
she was lying on the couch. I looked down at her and said, "Are you 
going to be all right, Kay?"

She looked up at me and said, "Yes, it feels pretty good now. Do you 
have to go?"

"Yes, I think I'd better. Jake will be down in a second."

She grabbed me around my leg as I was standing there, and pressed her 
cheek against my thigh. She looked shyly up at me and said, "I think 
everyone will be gone again tomorrow morning. My leg could use another
treatment, if you are willing to play doctor with me again." She 
blushed, and let go of me as we heard Jake running down the stairs.

"Okay, maybe I'll stop by tomorrow and see how you're doing," I
replied softly.

Jake ran into the room and grabbed my arm. "C'mon," he said, "let's 
find the guys and get a game in before it gets dark."

With that, he pulled me out the door and grabbed his bicycle and 
baseball glove from his garage, and we were off.


Late that night, I lay in bed thinking of Kayla. By the time my 
eyelids began to droop, I had practically worn blisters on my hand
and on my dick from visions of such a willing and lovely participant
in a young boy's inspired fantasies.



(Continued in Chapter 3)





- 3 -

KAYLA'S THERAPY

By 9:00 the next morning, I was a nervous wreck.  I didn't know what 
time I should show up at Kayla's house, or if I should even go at
all.  What would I do if Jake answered the door?  Or worse, what if
Mrs. Lehigh was there, but Jake wasn't?  What would I say then?  Can
Kayla come out to play?  I don't think so.  I thought about just
blowing it off, rounding up a bunch of guys for a game of baseball or
soccer, and considering her offer to be merely the fevered workings
of a kid sister's overactive imagination.
	
But, in the end, I let the little head do the thinking (it has ended
up being a major theme in my life, I suppose), and by 9:30 I was
standing outside her front door, looking around nervously to see if
anybody was around to see me.  I was sweating bullets, I was so
nervous.  But I was there, and I was not about to back out at that
point.  I rang the bell.	

Nothing happened.  Nobody came to the door, and there was no sound
that I could detect from inside the house.  I didn't know whether I
should be relieved or pissed off.  I rang the bell again, just to be
able to tell myself that I did my part, and if Kayla wasn't home, at
least I tried.
	
A window upstairs opened.  I looked up, and Kayla was at the window.  
I couldn't see her very well through the screen, so I backed up onto 
the sidewalk a little ways.  Just knowing she was there caused my 
stomach to flutter, and my dick to begin to harden.
	
"Sean!"  Kayla called out to me.  "Come around to the back door and 
come in, the door's unlocked.  I'm having a little trouble with
stairs, so I can't come down to let you in.  Come on upstairs into
my room, okay?"

"Okay, be right there," I said.

I ran around to the back door and went in.  The house was quiet.  I 
heard Kayla call to me down the stairs.  "I'm up here."

I went into the front hall and went up the stairs.  She was standing 
at the top of the stairs watching me, a nervous smile on her face.  
When I reached the top landing, she grabbed my hand and led me down
the hall and into her room, leaving the door open so we could hear if 
anyone came into the house.

Her room still had a lot of little-girl d�cor in it, with a lot of 
stuffed animals on the bed, a few Barbie and Ken dolls on a bookcase 
against the wall, and pictures of horses and kittens on her walls.  
There was a poster of John Travolta from some movie on the wall above
her small nightstand.

She led me over to the foot of her bed.  Her hands felt as sweaty as 
mine, for some reason.  I looked her over.  She was barefoot, dressed 
in a scoop-necked t-shirt and an old pair of gym shorts, and her
right leg was bandaged above the knee with an elastic Ace bandage. 
She sat down on the edge of the bed.  I noticed that she already had
the liniment and towels on the bed.

"I think I'm ready for you," she said.  Her eyes got a little wider 
after she said that, as if she didn't really mean it to come out.

"Okay," I replied nervously.  "Scoot back on the bed and let's get
started."

She lay back with her head on her pillow, and moved over toward the 
middle of the bed to give me some room.  I glanced over at her as I 
folded the towels and washcloths, and noticed that her nipples were 
prominent on her small chest, and she was breathing fast.  Her face
was slightly flushed, and she clutched her hands below her chin
while she watched me.

"Do you want me to take off the bandage now?" I asked her.

She looked at me wide-eyed, and nodded her head.  She bent her leg
for me, and I reached over to unwind the bandage from her thigh.

Oh my God, I thought to myself.  Her skin felt even smoother and
softer than I recalled from yesterday.  Almost immediately my
erection began to arise.  As I unwrapped the bandage, I couldn't
help but notice that her gym shorts were very loose.  I could see
the bottom of the cheek of her ass, and unless she was wearing a
pair of thong panties (unlikely for a 13-year-old), she didn't seem
to be wearing any underwear at all.

I threw the bandage onto the floor and grabbed the liniment.  I
poured a small amount into the palm of my hand, and rubbed my hands
together.  I started as I did the day before, rubbing the liniment
into her thigh from the knee upwards.  Again I was afraid I might be
receiving the wrong signals from this young girl, so, like the
previous time, I stopped at mid-thigh, rubbed down to the inside and
the outside of her leg, and pressed back to her knee.  I did this
five or six times without venturing close to her shorts, hoping for
some encouragement from her.

As I massaged, I looked at her face.  Unlike yesterday, she was
looking down, watching me tend to her leg.  Her eyes were very 
bright, and she was softly biting her lower lip.  She looked up into
my eyes, and my doubts were banished.  She almost imperceptibly
nodded, and then she smiled and put her head back against her pillow.
On my next pass up her thigh, I allowed my hands to nearly wrap
around her leg.  Near the seam of her shorts, I let up on the
pressure, and gave in to the temptation of caressing her skin on her
leg, letting my fingertips play on the outside of her leg as the
palm of my other hand slowly, lovingly enjoyed the smooth, supple
feel of her inner thigh, all the way down again to her knee.  Her
leg was small enough that as I caressed her this way, my fingers
were able to play along the back of her thigh at the same time.

As my hand moved down her leg, I could feel that she was slightly
trembling in anticipation.  Her chest was rising and falling with
her fast breathing, and there was a fine sheen of perspiration on
her upper lip and her forehead.  I straightened out her leg, and she
immediately moved it away from her other leg.  I massaged her thigh
once more, this time moving my hands under the leg of her shorts. 
The fingertips of my right hand could feel moisture at the juncture,
while my left hand moved underneath her shorts to caress the lower
cheek of her tiny butt.  I could feel the heat she was generating
from her center, through my fingertips, into my brain, and directly
to my cock.  My fingers grazed down to the inside of her leg, then
out from her shorts again, and down.  As I did this, she moaned
softly and spread her legs further apart.  I couldn't take my eyes
off the prize lying just beneath the material of her gym shorts as I
ran my hand once more up her leg, softly this time, feeling the
smoothness of the inside of her thigh.  As I reached the juncture
once again, I moved under the leg of her shorts and encountered her
pussy for the first time.  She bent her legs and spread them apart,
then lifted up her hips to meet my fingers.  By now the entire area
around her pussy was soaked, including her shorts.  The odor
emanating from her was intoxicating, and I found myself moving up
closer to her to get more.  My fingertips found her moist little
pussy and began exploring.  As I moved up her slit, her pussy lips
parted and delivered their moisture to my fingers.  They delved into
the chasm of her center, reveling in the heat and the oily wetness. 
I could almost sense the taste of her through my fingertips.  As I
brushed across her tiny clit, she jerked and moaned once more. 
Peripherally I could see that she was clutching her hands on her
boobs, squeezing them.  I could feel that she had a very sparse
amount of hair, and I pushed my fingers through until the little
blonde hairs were tickling my hand as I cupped her mound.  I then
began the slow journey back down, into her slit again, to roll her
clit between my index finger and my middle finger, causing her hips
to rotate as if she was trying to capture my hand within her cunt. 
Her breath caught, and she gave over to the sensations washing over
her.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Sean, that's it, don't stop," she moaned.

I manipulated the tiny nub, standing upright like a soldier
surrounded by a flood, then delved down to her tiny opening.  I
dipped a fingertip into her hole, then dragged it back up to play
with her clit again.  Two times, then three, my fingers made the
journey from nub to opening, each time dipping further into her
before returning to her pleasure point.  On the fourth time, I
slipped my middle finger all the way into her.  My knuckles were
resting against her as I rotated my finger within her.  She was
incredibly wet and hot, and as I twisted my finger, her hips bumped
up and down, trying desperately to pull even more of my hand within
her.  I pulled slowly out, and then plunged back in again.  She
gasped, her eyes flew open, and she began to emit a soft keening
sound.  As I pulled my finger out of her and ran my fingertips
through her gash back to her clit, she grasped my hand and held it
tight against her nub, rubbing it up and down.  Her back arched, and
she began huffing and puffing, and her fingernails dug into my wrist
as she experienced her first real orgasm.

She let go of my wrist as she came down from cumming.  She turned
onto her side, facing me, and raised her legs up into a fetal
position.  She smiled and held her arms out to me.  I lay down next
to her and put my arms around her.  She hugged me fiercely.

"Thank you, Sean.  That was so wonderful.  Mmmmmmm..." she murmured.

I lifted up her chin and bent down to kiss her.  Her lips were 
amazingly soft and pliant as we kissed, then abruptly turned hungry.  
Instinctively, she parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue between 
them and gently touched the tip of her tongue with mine.

That was all it took to stoke the fire within her.  Her mouth opened 
wider, and she stuck her tongue all the way into my mouth in a fierce 
hunger I had not expected.  Our tongues were wrestling each other,
and she hung on tight to my sides as she rolled me over on top of
her.  I was afraid I was crushing her.  We were laying together like a
noontime shadow, my legs directly on top of hers, stomach to
stomach, her small breasts crushed against my chest.  I felt her
reach down and clutch at my ass, pulling my pelvis harder into hers,
my cock a log running up her tummy.  She spread her legs, and I
slipped down between them.  Now I could feel her heat directly on my
rigid cock, and the combination of the pre-cum from my tip and the
flood from her pussy had soaked through my shorts as well as hers. 
As soon as she felt me pressing against her slit, she started
rolling her hips, increasing and decreasing the pressure against her
whole pussy.

Without breaking the kiss, I moved my hand from her shoulder, down
her back, and across her waist onto her stomach.  Her stomach muscles 
started quivering and jumping, almost as if I was tickling her.  I 
moved my hand up under her shirt onto her ribcage.  She squealed into 
my mouth, then grabbed my hand and moved it onto her unfettered
breast.

My entire hand covered her small boob, the nipple trying to poke 
through my palm.  I had never felt anything so sensuous, so soft, so 
pliant and alive.  I knew at that moment that I was hooked forever
on the sensation of enjoying a supple, willing female.

Without relinquishing my hold on her breast, I worked her t-shirt up 
with my arm and wrist.  I was able to work it up over my hand, and up 
around her armpit and neck.  I broke our kiss, and started in on her 
neck and throat, working my way down.  I rolled a little to the side
so I could reach her other breast, then dipped my head down and
licked the underside of her left tit.  She arched her back, trying
to press her breast into my mouth.  I licked her turgid nipple, all
the while marveling at the feel and taste of her skin on my tongue. 
She moaned again, and began running her leg up mine while her hands
found their way underneath my shirt, one shifting up and down my
back and the other on my chest.

I sat up and tore my shirt off, then helped her to sit up while I 
removed her shirt.  I gazed in wonder at her, looking for the first 
time on a live, nearly naked girl.  The vision was stupendous.  She 
lay back against her pillow, watching me, arms at her sides.  I knew 
she was a little embarrassed, and she probably instinctively wanted
to try to cover up, but she didn't.  She was flushed and breathing 
heavily, but she looked a lot calmer than I certainly felt.

"God, you are so beautiful," I said to her.  She blushed, and then
smiled.

"No, I'm not," she said.  "Look at me, I'm skinny and my boobs are
too small."

"No, no, you're wrong," I assured her.  "You are the most gorgeous 
creature I have ever seen.  And your boobs are perfect, the best I've 
ever seen."

"Oh, is that right, Mr. Smarty?  And just how many have you seen?"

"Well," I said sheepishly, "these are the first I've actually seen 
live, but they're better than any pictures I've ever seen, too. 
Better than I imagined them."

She reached up to me then and said softly, "Show me how much you like 
them, Sean.  I love it when you touch me."

She held me by the back of my neck and guided my lips to her breast 
once again.  I lay down next to her, and pressed my hand against one 
small breast while I licked and sucked on the other.  After a few 
minutes, I ran my tongue across her nipple, down the mound of her
small breast, through the valley between her boobs, then up to the
other nipple, which was standing at attention and awaiting my
ministrations.

I licked around the tip, and then sucked the nipple through my lips
and into my mouth.  I tried to get as much of her breast as I could
into my mouth.  I could feel her erect nipple on the back of my
tongue as I sucked and licked.  I could hear Kayla moaning softly as
she pressed the back of my head against her with one of her hands.

While I was engaged in the oral manipulation of her boobs, I allowed 
my hand to brush lightly down her ribcage and her stomach, to the 
elastic waistband of her shorts.  I ran my hand under the waistband, 
then around across her hips to her ass, cupping her tight cheek.  I 
brought my hand back up to her waist, and pushed her shorts off her 
hip, then slid my hand around her tummy to the other side, and pushed 
her shorts off that hip.  She raised her ass up off the bed, and 
reached down to help me lower them down her legs, and then she kicked 
them off onto the floor.  My fingertips gave her inner thighs
butterfly kisses as I dragged them up her legs, causing them to
spread apart as I approached her pussy once more.  I cupped her
mound with my hand, then took my middle finger and pressed it
between her pussy lips, enjoying once again the heated flood of her
juices as my fingers became coated.

Just as I dragged across her virginal opening, I felt her reach down 
to my shorts, clutching at the hardness there.  She rubbed her small 
hand up and down my rigid cock, causing me to moan in unison with her.
She tried to manipulate the button and zipper, but was struggling 
until I took my hand off her mound and helped her to open my shorts.  
Together we pushed off my shorts and underwear (if only I had been 
thinking ahead like she had done, I thought to myself), and she 
timidly, yet eagerly touched the bare skin of my erect penis.  She 
grabbed it and pumped her hand, causing my hips to rock
involuntarily, and then allowed her fingers to do a little
exploring.  She found the tip, and smeared the pre-cum that was
oozing out across the head.  She grazed her fingertips along the
length, down to my balls.  She lightly brushed her fingernails down
along my sac, almost back to my asshole. 

I very nearly lost it right then, but managed to hold on, vowing to 
myself to take my revenge on her most sensitive spots.  As she
lightly caressed my balls, I attacked her breast with renewed vigor,
eliciting more moans of delight from her.  I started plunging first
one finger, then two, into her pussy, while occasionally dragging
them out of her hole and up to the top of her slit to her engorged
clit.  I massaged her nipple in time to the ministrations against
her clit, causing her to writhe and buck in pre-orgasmic arousal. 
She grabbed hold of the nearest firm object to help to ground
herself in some sort of reality as the waves of sexual pleasure
coursed through her.  Unfortunately - or fortunately, if one must be
honest - that object happened to be my cock, larger and harder than
it had ever been in my life.  She squeezed me as she approached her
climax, which made the blood pulse and my cock jump in her hand in
time to my rapid heartbeat.  Finally, as I plunged my fingers back
into her heedlessly, she shrieked, her hips bucked up hard against
my hand, and she squeezed and pumped with her hand.

The sensations screaming in my brain were almost too much to accept.  
I was in danger of blacking out as my own hips pumped, creating even 
more friction on her hand as it surrounded my rampant cock.  I
grunted even as she shrieked, and I climaxed.  And climaxed.  And
climaxed some more.

The cum pumped out of my cock, burst after burst, all over my chest
and stomach.  The first couple of spurts were so strong they
projected semen onto her chin, her chest and boobs, and dribbled down 
onto her rumpled, sweaty sheets.

We both collapsed onto the bed, side by side, exhausted from our
exertions.  My arm was around her shoulder, and she turned and laid
her head on my chest as we both waited for our breathing to
regulate.  Her fingers doodled in the mess on my stomach, rubbing
the semen into my skin as if it were lotion.  I raised my hand,
still moist with her secretions, to my mouth and licked her juices
off my finger.  The taste was nothing like I had ever experienced
before, and I wanted more.  I scooped up some of the dripping white
goo from her chin and from her breast, then pressed my fingers to
her mouth.  She closed her eyes and licked my fingers clean, then
sucked each one gently.  When she did this, I felt my spent prick
twitch slightly.

Very quietly, I heard her say, "I've never done anything like this
before."

"I know," I said, "Neither have I."

"Can we do it again sometime, Sean?"  I heard a touch of worry in her 
voice, as if I would jump up and start blabbing to the whole school 
about how easy she was, or something.  I kissed the top of her head 
and hugged her to me, delighting in the feel of a completely naked 
female body so close to mine, languid in the sensation of skin on
skin.

"Don't you worry, Kayla.  You're my first, best girl, and we'll keep 
it a secret, okay?"

I felt her smile against my chest, and she wrapped her arm around me
and squeezed, mashing her delightful breasts against me.  As I lay 
there, wondering at the odd turn that brought me to her bed, I might 
have felt the saline warmth of her tears against my skin.



(Continued in Chapter 4)






- 4 -

THE TREE


Later that afternoon I was scheduled to referee an under-8 boy's
game.  All during the preparations for the game I kept on thinking
of my morning with Kayla.  It wasn't until kickoff that I was able
to get my mind on the game.  During the game I felt a little
disconnected from things, and afterward I almost went over to the
two coaches and apologized.  The game had ended in a 2-2 tie, so
both coaches and all the players were happy, so I opted to leave
well enough alone and ended up not saying anything to them.

As I was bicycling home from the game, I decided to ride by Jake and 
Kayla's house to see if anybody was home.  Jake was bouncing a tennis 
ball against his garage door, playing an imaginary baseball game.

"Hey," I said as I rode up his driveway.

"Hey," he replied as he whipped through a double-play, shortstop to 
second to first, against the garage door.  "How was the soccer game?"

"Two-two tie," I said.  I caught his liner off the panel of the door 
and spun it back toward him off the same panel.  "How's Kay feeling?"

"Leg's pretty good, I guess.  Better now than when she got up this 
morning.  I think she's downstairs now, anyway, watching TV with 
Jaimie."

He threw the ball back at the garage door for me to catch.  "Want to
do something?" he asked.

"I guess," I answered.  "What did you have in mind?"

"Come on, I'll show you something," he said.  He picked up the ball, 
and put the ball and his baseball mitt into the basket on his bike, 
then climbed on.  "Follow me.  I found out something that I think 
you'll really like."

It sounded mysterious enough that he got my interest, so we pedaled 
off into the field behind his house, into the woods on the other
side.  We dropped our bikes down onto the ground, and he led the way
along one of the many paths that kids of a dozen generations have
made through the small patch of woods.  He branched off the path and
headed off toward the edge of the woods on the other side, until he
came to a tree that had slats of wood nailed to it to make a crude
ladder.  Warning me to be quiet, he climbed easily up the tree
trunk, and then used branches to climb a little further up.  He
motioned me up, so I clambered up until I was on a branch opposite
the trunk from the one he was perched upon.  He pointed in the
direction of a house about 30 yards away, and leaned toward me
around the trunk of the tree.

"What do you see?" he whispered.

I looked, trying to figure out what it was he was showing me, but I 
was stumped.

"Ummm...a house?" I asked.

"Yeah, idiot, a house.  Whose house?"

"The O'Toole house," I said.  Why was he asking me whose house this 
was?  He knew as well as I whose house it was.

He looked at me as if I was the village dunce.  "And who lives in the 
O'Toole house?" he asked, speaking slowly as if to a very dim child.

"Josh lives there," I said.  Josh was another of our neighborhood 
gang, a good guy we both had been friends with since about the second 
grade.

"And?"  Now Jake was getting just plain annoying.

"And..."  The light bulb went on, and I felt just as dumb as Jake was 
thinking I was just then.  "And Heather and Molly," we said together.

Of course.  Heather and Molly were Josh's sisters.  Heather was going 
to be a senior, 17 years old and drop-dead gorgeous.  She was a 
cheerleader, and one of the most popular girls at school.  Molly, 
Josh's twin sister, was 15 and was a slightly younger version of 
Heather.  I figured that Josh had to have been walking around his 
house with a perpetual boner for about the past three years, living 
with those two.  He claims, however, that they are just sisters to 
him, just as annoying as typical sisters.

"So what are we looking at here?" I said to Jake.

"You see the window on the far left?  That's Heather's room.  The 
window on the right is Molly's.  That window in between, the one you 
can see the mirror in, that's the bathroom they share."

"Yeah?" I said to him.  "So what?  The curtains are closed.  How do 
you know?"

"Josh and I peeked into their rooms a couple of weeks ago," he said.  
"And just because the curtains are closed now doesn't mean they are 
always closed.  Understand?"

I stared at him disbelievingly.

"It gets better," he whispered.  "They never close the curtains in
the bathroom.  And the mirror you see just happens to be positioned 
advantageously in respect to the very branches in which we are 
perched," he finished with a smug little smile.

"Jake old pal," I said, "You are my new best friend."

"I thought I was your best friend already," he said.

"Well, you were, but you've just confirmed my good taste in best 
friends," I replied.

We made plans to meet later that night to check out the windows and 
headed back to Jake's house.  As we were riding back across the field 
from the woods, I couldn't help but notice (now that Jake had got me 
to thinking about windows and curtains) that Jaimie and Tara's 
bedrooms were at the back of their house, and they lived in a ranch 
house, so their windows were all on the ground floor.

The possibilities were staggering to a typical 15-year-old hormonally 
charged boy such as me.

Sometime after 9:00 that night Jake and I made our way back through 
the woods to the tree behind the O'Toole house.  As quietly as we 
could, we climbed up the slats to the branches we had perched in that 
afternoon.

"Damn!" I heard Jake softly swear.  "I meant to bring a pair of 
binoculars."

"That's okay, we're close enough for now," I said.  Binoculars would 
have been a great idea, though, I had to admit.

The mosquitoes were out in abundance, and Jake and I were getting 
bitten up sitting in the tree.  There still was no activity in the 
windows we were watching.  After about an hour, we both had had
enough of branch sitting, and mosquito swatting, and dark house
watching, so we gave it up and climbed back down.  On the way back
out of the woods, it occurred to us that maybe we should have called
Josh to make sure they were home.

"Oh, well, so I'll call him tomorrow," said Jake.

We walked back across the field and I glanced at Jaimie's house.

"Look!" I stopped Jake and pointed.  Tara's curtain was drawn across 
the window, but there was a gap in Jaimie's.  We quietly crept up 
closer to try to see into her room.

Jackpot!  Jaimie was there, sitting on her bed, brushing her hair. 
We could hear the faint sound of a CD playing, and she was nodding
her head in time to the music.  She was wearing only a bra and
panties, and her boobs stretched taut as she raised her arms to
brush her hair.

"Oh, man, sweet!" Jake exclaimed.  "Boy, would I like to get some of 
that."

"Why not ask her out, then?" I asked.

"I don't know," he whispered.  "Maybe she's just too tight with my 
sister.  I can't think that anything good could come of that."

"Aw, your sister's okay," I said.

"Easy for you to say, she's not your sister," he replied.  "I guess 
she's not so bad, but she's still a sister, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said.  Actually I didn't know, since I only had 
brothers, but it was easier to just agree with him.

We watched as Jaimie got up and put on a robe, then left her room.  
When she came back in a few minutes later and hung up her robe, we 
could see she had on her nightie.  She pulled back the bedspread and 
got in her bed, then turned out her light.


"Show's over," Jake said, and we started back toward his house.

"Hey, Jake, you want me to see if I can talk to Jaimie?  Maybe I can 
see if she likes you, and then maybe you can get together with her."

"That's okay," he said.  "I'll think about it.  I don't know. 
Christ, why is this all so difficult?  Oh, well, see you tomorrow." 
He headed into his house, head hanging down.

Yeah, Jake, I thought to myself, sometimes we really make it tough on 
ourselves.



(Continued in Chapter 5)





- 5 -

TRUTH OR DARE HEARTS


Two days later Jake and I were over at his house playing on his 
Pong game in the basement.  It was raining buckets outside, and we 
were bored.  We heard the back door open, and Kayla and Jaimie came 
pounding down the stairs, laughing and shouting.  They came bursting 
into the playroom, and stopped suddenly when they saw us there.  They 
obviously weren't expecting us to be downstairs.  They were soaked 
through, hair plastered to their heads, and their T-shirts were
nearly transparent.  They both crossed their arms in front of
themselves, and ran into the laundry room squealing.  Jake and I
started laughing and hooting.

"Come on, ladies, come out.  Nothing to be afraid of out here.  Come 
on!" shouted Jake.

"Hey, sissy girls, come on out!  We promise not to stare too hard," I 
added.

We heard Kayla's muffled voice.  "What are you doing here?"

"Just playing games.  Come on out, we've got sodas.  It's okay, I'm 
your brother, after all.  It's not like I've never seen you naked 
before."

"I'm not naked.  I'm also not seven anymore, brother dear."

"So what, neither am I.  It's okay, really," he insisted.

We could hear them talking to each other through the door.

"Turn the light out," said Jaimie, "and we'll come out."

Jake scrambled to his feet and turned off all the lights, but left
the television on, then gave the girls the all clear.

The door opened just a crack so they could check to make sure we 
weren't fooling them, and then they came out and sat by us.  They
each had a towel to dry off with.  Jaimie was using hers to fluff her
hair, and Kayla had hers wrapped around her head.  Jaimie kept on
pulling at the front of her shirt, trying to pull the clinging
material away from her boobs, very self-conscious about how wet it
was.  Kayla, on the other hand, was pretty much unconcerned about it
as she sat down next to me, though I thought I could detect the
slightest trace of a blush on her face.  The low light coming from
the television set across the room gave us just enough light to see
each other by.

"Your leg's better, I see," I said to Kayla.

"Yes, it feels pretty good," she replied.  "What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing much," said Jake.  "Just sitting down here wishing the rain 
would stop.  What were you guys doing?"

"Getting wet, unfortunately," said Jaimie.  "And this was just from 
coming from my house to here!"

"So, what do you guys want to do?" asked Jake.

"I don't know.  What do you want to do?"

I knew what Jake was thinking.  He wanted to tell Jaimie that he 
wanted to rip her clothes off and jump her bones, but he couldn't say 
it, so he just shrugged and tried to act nonchalant.

Kayla said, "How about playing Hearts?  We could play Truth or Dare 
Hearts.  Instead of keeping points, whoever ends up with the queen of 
spades has to do a Truth or Dare."

"Yeah, okay, why not?"  We all agreed, so Jake opened the walk-in 
closet and found a deck of cards.  We cut for the deal, and the first 
hand was dealt out.  I had a great hand, and was able to pass off the 
queen of spades to Jaimie on my left.  At the end of the hand, she
was forced to eat the queen.

"Okay, Jaimie.  Truth or Dare?"

"Ummm...Truth, I guess," she said.

With a smile on her face, Kayla said, "Truth, Jaimie.  Have you ever 
French kissed a boy?"

It was Jaimie's turn to blush.  "No," she said.

"Next deal!" cried Kayla.  She was really getting into this game.  I 
hoped it didn't backfire on her and get us both in trouble.

On the next hand, we passed to the right.  I passed the ace of
spades, the king of hearts, and the five of hearts.  Jaimie passed
me three diamonds, trying to void her hand.  I didn't think I would
be hurt, and play began.  This time Jake ended up with the queen of
spades.  He chose Dare.

"Okay, Jake," I said with a grin.  "Your Dare is to give Jaimie her 
first real kiss."

Jaimie looked as startled as Jake, but she was a good sport.  Jake 
crawled over to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her 
on the mouth.

"No fair!" cried Kayla.  "The Dare was a French kiss!"

Both Jaimie and Jake shot her a look, but turned back to each other.  
Jake reached out to her and kissed her again.  We could see their 
mouths opening against each other, and Jaimie reached out to slide 
under Jake's arm to hold him for a longer kiss.  When they stopped
the kiss, they were both panting.  Jake's shorts were tenting out from
his sudden erection as he moved back to his spot on the floor.  He
looked a little shell-shocked as he sat back down, but quickly
gathered his wits about him again, and shot me a quick grin.

"Let's play!" he said.

Jaimie lost the next hand, but it was a little suspicious.  She
played the king of spades over my 9, and Kay gave her the queen.

"Truth or Dare, Jaimie?" she asked as she played her card.

"Dare," she said defiantly.

"Okay, here it is.  Without using your hands, you have to pass this 
empty soda can from under your chin over to Jake, who has to grab it 
under his chin without the use of any hands."

It seemed like a pretty innocent challenge, so Jaimie picked up an 
empty can and placed it under her chin.  She leaned over toward Jake 
and tried to pass the can to him, but discovered that it was nearly 
impossible to do without rubbing up next to him.  After several 
hilarious attempts at it, Jaimie's nipples were visibly enlarged from 
rubbing her tits against Jake, and Jake's prick was stiff, once again 
tenting out his shorts.  Finally, Jake ended up lying on the floor on 
his back, and Jaimie lay down practically on top of him before they 
were able to successfully pass the can.  By this time, Kay and I were 
rolling on the floor, we were laughing so hard.  Tears were tracing 
down both our cheeks, and our sides ached.

On the next deal, there was no passing of any cards.  We had to play 
the cards we were dealt, and I had a loser of a hand.  I ended up
with the queen, which put a smile on Jake's face.

"Okay, Seanster, what's it to be?" he asked.

"Truth," I said.

Jaimie jumped in with the question.

"Have you ever made out with a girl and done anything beyond
kissing?" she asked with a big grin.

Here it was.  I knew that, if I lost any more hands, I would have to 
go with Dares, because the next Truth question I would be asked would 
be to reveal the girl's name, and I really did not want to do that.

"Yes, I have," I said, "but that's all I'll say about it."

"Awww, not fair," said Jaimie, at the same time that Jake, looking 
startled at my answer, said, "Hey!  How come I didn't know about
this?"

"Too bad, so sad," I said.  "Whose deal is it?" I asked, grabbing up 
the cards.

On the next hand Jake was forced to take the queen, even though he
was really trying to make sure I got it.  He wanted the name of the
girl, I know.

"Dare," he said.

Kayla had a smug look on her face.  "Take the person of your choice 
back behind the couch for five minutes.  Nobody will peek, we'll come 
get you as soon as the five minutes are up."

If she expected him to be upset, she was disappointed.  I had a 
feeling that Kayla had already figured out that Jake really liked 
Jaimie, and I was beginning to think maybe Jaimie was also interested 
in Jake.  At any rate, Jake stood up and without hesitation held out 
his hand to Jaimie.  They walked over to the small space behind the 
couch and lay down on the floor.  Almost immediately we could hear 
murmurs and the liquid sound of passionate kissing.

Kayla turned to me with an expectant look on her face, and reached 
over and pressed her soft lips to mine.  I put my arms around her and 
pulled her tightly to me, and our mouths opened to each other.  Our 
tongues met and tangled as we felt ourselves practically floating
down to lie on the floor together.

Just as things were heating up, Kayla let go of me, looked at her 
watch, and called out "Time!"  She jumped up onto the couch and
looked over the back, hoping to catch her brother in a compromising
position.  Jake and Jaimie sat up, looking a little flustered, and
came back out to the game.  Jake was walking a little funny, and
Jaimie's nipples were very prominent through her bra and shirt.

"Somebody deal the cards," said Jake as he sat back down.  At this 
point, I think both he and Jaimie were going to try to lose.  
Unbeknownst to them, Kayla and I were just as willing to lose as they 
were.

Just my kind of luck, I got the queen.

"Dare," I said quickly.

Thinking they were giving us a punishment and themselves a treat, 
Jaimie said, "Your Dare is to take Kayla into the closet, lights off, 
for five minutes."

"Make it ten minutes," suggested Jake, to which Jaimie readily agreed.

Feigning reluctance, I stood up and grabbed Kayla by the hand and 
headed for the closet.

"Be sure to knock before you open the door," I said.

Jake looked dubious, but said, "Sure, whatever you say, have a nice 
time keeping my kid sister company.  Hah!"

As soon as we closed the closet door, we could hear giggling and 
shuffling noises coming from the room.  Kayla moved up very close to 
me and whispered, "We've got ten minutes."

We fell to the floor and immediately our mouths and tongues found
each other.  As we kissed, I ran my hand up under her shirt to her
small breast.  As I squeezed her, she moaned quietly into my mouth,
and sucked my tongue into her mouth.  Her hands found their way
under my shirt onto my back as my fingertips lifted up the bottom
edge of her bra and caressed the soft skin of her bare breast.  I
teased her nipple with my fingertips, causing her to hug me tighter
to her and wrap her leg around mine.  She rubbed her hip into my
crotch and against my rigid cock as I manipulated her erect nipple.

It was a dangerous game, with her brother in the next room, but I was 
certain he was involved in his own pleasures, so I knew this was a 
chance worth taking, as long as we didn't take it too far.  We didn't 
want to be struggling to put clothes back on at the end of our ten 
minute limit, so we tempered our enthusiasm by touching and caressing 
each other under our clothes.  I longed to taste the flesh of her 
swollen breast and to suckle at her erect nipple, but knew I couldn't 
risk the chance of being caught.

All too soon there was a knock at the door.  Kayla frantically
reached up under her shirt to reposition her bra as I stood up and
brushed off my shirt and willed my cock to deflate.  As Jake opened
the door, the timid light from the television set seemed bright after
the darkness of the closet.  Jaimie's hair was tousled, and Jake's
eyes were slightly glazed.  I was in no position to smirk, however,
as I could not stand up very straight without revealing how
painfully erect my cock was.

"Whose turn is it to deal?" Jaimie asked.  "Never mind, I'll just do
it."

She grabbed the cards, and without waiting for us to sit down, began 
to deal out the deck.

"Oh, never mind the cards," she suddenly said.  She looked up at us 
with shining eyes.  "Kayla, Truth or Dare?"

Kayla looked at her a little fearfully before answering.

"Dare," she said quietly.

"Show us what you and Sean were doing in the closet," said Jaimie.

"Why?" asked Kayla, a little angry at her friend.  "Why do you want
to know?"

"I just do," said Jaimie.  "I want to know if you two were fooling 
around in there."

"Oh, yeah?  Well, what about what went on out here?  Are you going to 
tell us about that?" Kayla retorted.  "I know how hot you think my 
brother is."

She immediately regretted her words, I could tell.  Jaimie looked
like she had been hit in the stomach, and Jake was standing there a
little shocked himself.  He never expected to hear that Jaimie might
have the same thoughts about him that he had over her, after all.

Jaimie accepted Kayla's challenge, though, by standing up and walking 
over to stand directly in front of Jake.  She snaked her arms around 
his neck and brought his face down to hers, and kissed him hard.  
After his initial shock, he wrapped his arms around her waist and 
pulled her tight against him, bringing a groan from Jaimie as they 
kissed.  They slowly lowered themselves until they were kneeling, 
still locked together in a soulful kiss, until they finally parted, 
breathless.  Jaimie looked over at Kayla and I as if to say, Well?  
Then she bent back to Jake and they lay down together and resumed 
their kissing.

Kayla shrugged her shoulders, looked at me, and raised her eyebrow.  
I sat down on the floor and pulled her down into my lap, wrapped my 
arms around her, and lifted my mouth to hers.  As we touched, I felt 
her lips part and her tongue snake out to lick around my lips, and 
then enter my mouth to rub along my teeth.  I glanced over at Jake 
and saw him clutching Jaimie's breast outside her T-shirt as they 
continued kissing.  I lowered Kayla to the floor and hovered over
her, then stretched out and pressed my full length against her.  I
was unwilling to do more with an audience in the room, but she
sensed my hesitation.  She grabbed my arm and moved it from around
her waist, then held the back of my hand and moved it onto her
breast, then pressed it hard against her.  I reflexively squeezed
her through her shirt and bra, and could still feel her nipple rise
into the palm of my hand.  She moaned into my mouth as we kissed and
caressed each other, and all thoughts of Jake and Jaimie escaped me
for a time.

I moved my hand from her small breast down and back to the globes of 
her tight ass, and pressed her against me, rubbing her mound against 
my erection.  She moved her hips back and forth, creating
excruciating pressure on both of us, as our breathing got heavier.

After what seemed like a very short amount of time, we heard a door 
slam upstairs.  It brought all four of us out of our euphoria, and we 
all looked around as reality came crashing back on us.  I saw Jake 
pull his hand out from underneath Jaimie's shirt as they sat up, and 
Kay jumped up and straightened her clothes out as she headed over to 
the light switch.

We started making some noise until we heard Mrs. Lehigh at the top of 
the stairs.

"Are you kids down there?" she called out.

"Yes, Mom," shouted Kayla.  "Jake and I are here with Jaimie and Sean.
We're playing cards."  She looked at us and grinned.

"That's nice, dear," said Mrs. Lehigh as she turned from the doorway. 
"Dinner will be ready soon."

"What time is it?" Jaimie suddenly said.  "Oh my God, I was supposed 
to be home 20 minutes ago!"

She hustled around, helping us to straighten up the room, then headed 
up the stairs.

"Wait up, Jaimie, I'll walk out with you," I said.  I followed her up 
the stairs, then called back down, "Thanks, guys, for a fun
afternoon!"  We all started to giggle at that.

Jaimie and I walked outside.  It had stopped raining, and the sky was 
clearing.  As we walked toward her house, I put my arm around her 
shoulder.  She looked startled, and then relaxed and accepted it.
	
"So, I take it you like Jake?"

"Yeah.  I've been hoping he would notice me.  I only live next door
to him, and have since I was 6.  You'd think he never saw me before 
today," she said morosely.

"Hey, it's nothing to worry about.  He's a guy, and guys are pretty 
unsure about things like that.  We really, truly don't have a clue 
about girls, you know."

"Not you.  You seemed to pick up on Kayla's mood pretty quickly," she 
said.

"Don't believe everything you think you're seeing," I said.  "Really, 
I'm just as clueless as Jake, most of the time.  About girls, anyway."

By this time we were in front of her house.  I turned to continue on 
home.

"Sean?"

I turned around and walked back to her.

"Thanks."

"For what?" I asked.

"For not making fun of me, or of Jake...you know."

"It ain't no thing," I said to her.  I'm not sure I followed her, but 
if she thought I deserved some thanks, I wasn't about to disregard it.

"See you tomorrow, Sean."  With that, she reached up on her toes and 
gave me a sisterly kiss on the cheek, then ran up the stairs to her 
door.

I stood there for a moment, trying to figure it out.  I couldn't.

Girls.  Go figure.



(Continued in Chapter 6)

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+