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PLAYING THE GAME

A Novel

by R.C. Mather




- 7 -

UNTIED SHOES



When I got home, I took a shower and grabbed something to eat. I had
another game to work, so I headed over to the soccer fields. I was
working as a line judge for a girl's under-sixteen game. Working as a
line judge was easy. Plus, since I was only working half the field, I
could talk a little with some of the kids on the teams while they
were on the sidelines. Since both teams, the Sting Rays and the
Kickin' Chicks, were from our school, it was a friendly game, with
the girls on both sides just as ready to joke with their opponents as
try to steal the ball from them. Molly O'Toole was a midfielder on
the Sting Rays team, and I saw Josh and his mom sitting in the
bleachers watching the game.

After the game, Josh came up to me and said, "Sean, a bunch of us
are going to the Dairy Queen. Want to come along and hang out?"

"Sure," I said. "Who all is going?"

"Oh, me and Shayna and Molly and Tessa and Jen and Sam and Toby and
maybe some others. The girls want to shower and clean up from the
game, so they are going to meet us there in about an hour."

"Sounds good. Maybe I'll swing over to Jake's house to see if he
wants to come, too," I said.

"Okay, great. I'll see you there, then," he said. He ran to catch up
to his mom and his sister.

Shayna Gallagher was Josh's girlfriend, a rough-and-tumble girl who
played soccer with abandon, heedless of injury. She had only been
playing for about a year, but she had already earned a bit of a
reputation as a player to be careful around. She would knock you down
and run right over you without a glance. On the other hand, she would
take a knockdown from an opponent without a second thought,
considering it all a part of the game. Most other girls around our
age tended to take rough treatment on the soccer field almost
personally, instead of adopting Shayna's laissez faire attitude. She
had bright red hair that she kept cut short, and was attractive in a
tomboyish kind of way.

Molly, like her older sister Heather, was a real Irish beauty, with
long, curly red-gold hair. I've heard people call her hair color
strawberry blonde, and I guess that's an accurate description. She
was on the junior varsity cheerleading squad during our freshman
year, and was looking forward to joining her sister on the varsity
squad this year. She was tall and slender, and looked really good in
her letter sweaters and pleated skirts. 

Tessa Navarrone was Molly's best friend, and was her physical
opposite. Tessa was short and dark, and looked slightly overweight (a
mistake her opponents on the playing field often made, to their
dismay), with coarse black hair. She was a bulldog on the soccer
field though, playing at the keeper position. She had two special
attributes as a goalkeeper: she could punt the ball into the
opponent's half of the field, and she was steadfast in her defense of
a breakaway or a penalty kick. She tallied more shutouts than anyone
else I had ever heard about around our area. She would often use her
loud voice to move her defensive teammates around, or to rally her
team to greater efforts, taking a leadership role on the defensive
side.

Jen Davies and her boyfriend, Sam Loggins, were both a year younger
than the rest of us. Jen played forward for the Kickin' Chicks, and
was their leading scorer. She was tall and gangly, excruciatingly
thin, and could pump her long legs fast enough to leave everyone
around her in her dust. I thought her ball handling skills were only
average, but her speed made her a formidable player. She and Sam had
been going together just since the spring, but all summer long you
never saw one without the other being nearby. Sam was also very tall,
well over six feet, and as a freshman was considered to be the future
star of our high school basketball team.

Toby Mueller was the runt of the group, a practical joker and
Energizer bunny. I always told him he was a perfect Ritalin kid, and
he never disagreed. I thought he was as manic as he was so people
wouldn't care quite as much about how small he was, and it mostly
worked. He was smaller than Jaimie's sister Tara, even though he was
fifteen like most of the rest of us. He even had to show his school
ID when he went to a PG-13 movie. And in a bit of a perverse twist, I
knew he really had a serious thing about Jen. Just the thought of six-
foot Jen walking around with tiny Toby was enough to make me bust a
gut. However, I kept his secret to myself, and didn't laugh even when
he told me about his feelings for her.

I hopped on my bike and raced over to Jake's house. He was home, in
the basement playing a game of Pong.

"Come on," I urged. "No time to waste. Let's go, now!"

I grabbed the controller out of his hand and threw it down, and
practically pushed him up the stairs and out his back door.

"Grab your bike and follow me," I yelled as I took off across the
field behind his house.

"Sean! Wait up!" I could hear him struggling to catch up to me as I
dropped my bike at the edge of the woods.

"Come on," I yelled. "You're going to owe me big time for this!" 

He finally rode up, out of breath, and I headed into the woods with
Jake at my heels. I turned and put my finger to my lips, silently
indicating to him to be quiet, as we approached the ladder on the
tree behind the O'Toole house. We climbed up to our perches, and I
pointed toward the bathroom window.

We didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes, a lovely and
completely naked Molly stepped from the shower and into our view in
the mirror. Her breasts were high and tight on her chest as she
raised her arms to wrap a towel around her wet hair. We could just
see a shadow of her reddish blonde pubic hair as she moved across our
field of vision. We watched her take another towel off a shelf and
wrap it around her, and she opened the door and stepped out of the
bathroom.

Since the curtains to her room were still closed, Jake and I
scrambled down and out of the woods to our bikes.

"Did you see that!" Jake exclaimed. "Un-fucking-believable! How did
you know she would be there?"

I told him about the soccer game, and Josh's invitation, as we
climbed back on our bikes and started back across the field.

"All right, I'm there! Let me just let my mom know where we're
going, and I'll be right back out," he said as he dropped his bike
and headed into his house.

We rode together over to the Dairy Queen. Toby, Sam, Jen, and Josh
were already there, sitting around two picnic tables set up behind
the building. Jen and Sam were holding cones and sitting together,
and Toby and Josh were holding the other table for the group. Jake,
Josh, and I went in and ordered, and by the time we got back out, the
rest of the group had arrived. Jake looked at Molly, and immediately
turned red and looked away. In my mind's eye, I could see her, as she
was just a few minutes ago, damp and fresh as she stepped from her
shower. I knew that Jake was thinking the same thing. Luckily, Molly
and Tessa ran into the store, along with Toby and Shayna and Josh, to
place their orders without noticing Jake's discomfort. By the time
they came out with their ice cream, we were all back to our usual
rowdy selves again.

Sam, Jen, Josh, Shayna, and Toby were sitting at one table, and the
rest of us were draped around the other one as we indulged in the
delights that only can be had on a late summer day in the sunshine.
Molly and I were on one side of the table, and Tessa and Jake were
across from us.

"Hey, Sean," said Tessa, "I hear you're giving soccer lessons."

"Yeah," I said. "Where did you hear that?"

"I heard it," said Molly. "I baby-sit for Mrs. Wilkinson sometimes,
and she asked me if I knew you."

"Wow," interrupted Toby as he hopped up onto our tabletop from his
seat. He squatted down so that he was nearly eye level with us. "And
she hired you anyway?"

We all laughed, and Tessa pushed him off our table. "Back where you
belong, Monkey Boy," she said.

"Where I belong," he said, crouching on the ground, looking up at
Tessa and batting his eyes, "is in your lap, sampling your
considerable charms."

"Here, sample this," she shot back at him, flipping him the finger.

"See?" he said, standing and turning to his companions at the other
table. "Completely and utterly charming." He shrugged and sat back
down. Everybody at both tables threw wadded up napkins at him.

"What do you know about the Wilkinsons?" I turned to Molly.

"Well, you know Davey and Kip, right?" I nodded. "They're good
boys," she continued, "but boy, are they ever active. I think Mrs.
Wilkinson just has me come over so she can relax by herself for
awhile and not worry about her kids."

"She told me she was a single mom. What happened to Mr. Wilkinson?"
I asked.

"I don't know for sure," she said. "All I know is that he died, but
I don't know what happened. She really misses him, though. Sometimes
while I'm giving the boys a bath, I can hear her crying in her
bedroom. It's really sad."

"Boy, I didn't know any of that. I'll have to watch my mouth," I 
said.

"How often are you going over there?" asked Tessa.

"She wants me to come every day I can until school starts," I said.
"So, unless it rains or something, I'll be there just about every
afternoon for an hour or so."

"That's really great," Molly said. I felt her slide a little closer,
until our legs were just barely touching. "Creating future soccer
stars, I present to you, Sean Porter, Instructor of the Year!" She
patted me on the back. Everybody applauded, with Toby and Jake adding
whistles and cheers, while I bowed in mock humility as I sat there.

The sun was starting to go down and it was cooling off. We all split
up, and Jake and I rode back to his house. As we rolled up to his
driveway, Jaimie and Kayla came out of Jaimie's house. They stopped
when they saw us, and put their heads together for a moment before
coming down to us.

"Hey, Jake, you want to come over and watch TV?" asked Jaimie.

Jake looked over at me inquisitively. I gave him a small, quick nod.

"Sure," he said. He put his bike away and walked with Jaimie to her
house.

"Do you want to come in for awhile and hang out?" asked Kayla, a
small nervous smile on her face.

"Okay," I said. I propped my bike up against their garage. Kayla and
I went into her house through the back door, and down the stairs into
the basement. Kayla deliberately left the lights off while she turned
on the television.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked.

"Sure, anything is fine," I said.

She ran back upstairs, and was on her way back down in a few minutes
with a tray with cold sodas and glasses of ice.

We sat together on the floor, leaning against the couch, and watched
television for a few minutes while we drank our sodas. I was so
nervous that I had no idea what we were watching, and I thought Kayla
must have felt the same. I could hear her breathing heavily next to
me. Almost by tacit agreement, we both put down our empty glasses at
the same time and turned to look at each other. I stared into her
deep eyes for a few moments, and then put my arm around her shoulder
and pulled her to me.

We moved in slow motion as we leaned toward each other, our faces
getting closer and closer, until I tilted my head and our lips
touched softly. We pressed together harder as we kissed, until we
could no longer hold the chaste kiss we began with. Our lips opened
against each other, and our tongues met in the middle. She won the
first battle, and her tongue invaded my mouth, tasting and exploring
along my cheeks, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and back toward my
throat. She then sucked in, drawing my tongue into her mouth, and
acquiesced as I explored her mouth, from lips to throat and cheek to
gums.

She moaned softly, and I think I did, too. Without any warning, my
clothes began to feel tight and confining. Kayla must have felt the
same, because she was reaching for the hem of my t-shirt and pulling
it up so she could run her hands on the bare skin of my chest and
back. It seemed like a good idea, so I stopped kissing her long
enough to grab the hem of her t-shirt and lift it off her, as well.
We both threw the shirts back behind us and fell back into each
other's arms, resuming our heated kisses. As I reached around her and
brought my hand up to her small breast, I kissed and licked my way
from her lips to her ear, then down her neck. I could detect her fast
pulse as I nuzzled the hollow of her soft throat. My fingers reveled
in the pliant softness of her breast as I hefted her mound in the
palm of my hand before moving up to feel her rising nipple. I enjoyed
the feeling of her nipple filling and rising in my palm before
playing my fingertips across to her other breast and hefting it the
same way. As I palmed her other nipple, once again feeling it expand
as I held it, she pressed her chest into my hand, throwing her head
back in pleasure. I dropped my lips to her breast, taking the nipple
between my teeth before sucking on her tip, all the while playing
with the other small boob. She was starting to gasp for air as the
surge of pleasure moved through her nerve endings into her brain, and
I could feel her legs start to squeeze together involuntarily as the
sensations made their connection from her breasts to her pussy.

It was enough of an invitation for me. I was young, horny, and
inexperienced and terribly anxious to get to the main event, so to
speak, rather than, as I have since learned, enjoying the journey. I
popped the snap of her denim shorts and pulled down the zipper before
reaching down and cupping her mound over her soaked cotton panties.
She groaned as I touched her, and she reached down and palmed my
rigid cock through my shorts, rubbing her hand up and down my length.
I worked my fingers under the elastic of her panties, down through
her sparse hair and directly into her slit, searching for her hole.
When I parted her pussy lips, I released a flood of her moisture,
coating my fingers and soaking into her panties. Her legs jerked open
and her hips bumped up as I found her vagina, and twisted a finger
into her. The constriction of her shorts, combined with her natural
tightness, prevented me from working more than half my finger into
her, so I pulled it out. She groaned in disappointment, until she
felt me tickle her as I slid up to diddle her clit. Her hips started
gyrating and her stomach muscles twitched in sympathy, her breath was
hitching in and out, and a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on her
body. She clutched at my cock as she climbed toward her first
release, wheezing and arching her back as she came.

It was a quick and sudden release for her. She collapsed back
against the couch, and then slid down until she was lying on the
floor. I sat up and knelt down next to her. I reached for her waist,
and tugged at her shorts. She lifted up her butt so I could slide
them down, and her underwear came off with them. I unsnapped my own
shorts and pulled them off, so we could both be naked next to each
other. I lay down next to her and snaked my arm behind her neck. She
rolled over and put her head on my chest. I bent down and kissed the
top of her head while she stared, fascinated, at my still painfully
erect cock. She touched the moisture leaking out of the tip with her
fingers, and spread it around the head of my cock, causing it to
twitch in anticipation. She caressed up and down its length, feeling
how the soft skin contrasted with the hardness of the musculature
beneath, and delved down to explore my balls. My aching cock pulsed
with the beating of my heart, and her explorations were heating me
up. I ran my hand from her shoulder down her back and onto her small
ass, amazed at the smooth skin I felt there. I reached further down,
running my fingers through her crack, until I brushed across her tiny
asshole and down into her slit from behind. She separated her legs
again for me, as she spread more of my pre-cum around with her
fingers on my cock. She grabbed me and squeezed as I fingered her
pussy. I gently pushed her over onto her back and rolled on top of
her. She spread her legs apart, and I slid down between them, the tip
of my cock resting against her clit. I bumped my hips at her,
connecting with her clit, and she pressed up toward me, trying to
increase the contact.

My cock slipped down her flooding slit to the virginal opening of
her vagina. I felt an increase of heat and pressure as the sensitive
head of my missile encased itself in the opening petals of her folds
and the silky walls of her tunnel. Suddenly, she pushed up at my hips
with her hands, and said softly, "No, Sean, we can't. I don't want to
get pregnant."

I kissed her soft lips as I lifted my hips off her and whispered,
"Okay, Kayla, I'm stopping. I won't go inside you, I promise. Don't
worry, I won't do anything you don't want to do. All you have to do
is say 'Stop' and I'll stop. Trust me, Kay, I don't want to do
anything that might hurt you."

She looked at me for a moment, worry in her eyes, then nodded slowly
and said, "Okay, Sean, I trust you."

I slid down so my cock was removed from her open lips, and took her
left breast into my mouth. My hand, at the same time, moved down her
body until I found her clit. My fingertips played with it, creating
another wave of pleasure that coursed through her. I licked and bit
first one turgid nipple, then the other, before licking my way down
her tummy. I kept on sliding down until I was resting between her
outstretched legs. My chin was on the floor as I stuck out my tongue
and ran my tip down her slit, from top to bottom, directly tasting
her for the first time. I tried to pay attention to the body language
she was using, repeating things that seemed to make her jump or moan,
and allowing her hands to guide my mouth to her pleasure points.
While I was lapping up her moisture and licking around her inflamed
clit, first one, and then two fingers, were plumbing her depths. She
took me easily, her oily wetness easing the passage of my fingers
into her. Each time I stroked into her with my two fingers, she
lifted her hips up and churned them from side to side. Her movements
made my tongue and lips rub back and forth across her sensitive
tissues, which in turn created more movement in her hips. 

Suddenly she screeched, and her whole body tensed as her orgasm
washed over her unexpectedly. She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth
hard onto her as she came, then collapsed back, still holding the
back of my head. I gave her a few more licks, marveling in the taste
difference as she came, feeling her twitch each time. Finally, she
pulled me up to her, and hugged me to her breast as the waves of
pleasure within her slowly subsided.

I rolled off her, leaving a slimy trail of my own pre-cum across her
thigh as I lay down beside her, holding her close to me.

She sighed and opened her eyes, looking up at me with a small smile.

"That was unbelievable," she said softly. "How did you know what to
do?"

"You were guiding me," I said. "You showed me exactly what you
liked, so that's what I kept on doing."

"Well, it worked," she said. "I never thought that anyone would want
to put their mouth there, but now I understand."

With that, she bent down and touched my steely cock once again,
nearly sending me over the edge. She softly rubbed the head with her
fingertips, and looked up at me.

"Do you want me to try it?" she asked softly.

I groaned just thinking about it. "You might kill me if you don't,"
I said. 

She smiled and looked back at what her fingers were doing. She
started to stroke me up and down, her fingers damp from my
exudations. My hips contributed to the movement as the excruciating
pleasure flowed within me. I watched as she tentatively stuck her
tongue out to taste me. When the tip of her tongue touched me, I
jerked, causing the head of my aching cock to press against her
tongue and lip. She naturally opened, allowing the head to slide
between her lips, as her tongue continued to pass around the shaft,
just below the ridge. I could feel her teeth lightly grazing along my
sensitive skin as she took more of my rigid pole into her mouth. She
worked her tongue and mouth up and down, sucking and licking, as her
hand stroked me from my balls to her lips. I knew I would not last
long as I felt the contractions start deep in my groin.

"Kayla," I squeaked with a panicky voice, "I'm going to… ahhhh..."

I never got to finish the sentence as my orgasm hit me. I bucked
just as she was lifting off my cock, and the head slipped back into
her mouth as I creamed. Her eyes opened wide in shock when the first
wave landed in her mouth, and she jerked away from me as I
contracted, pulsed, contracted again, and spewed several streams of
cum straight up in the air. The second spurt hit her in the face
before she could move out of the way, causing her to squeak in
surprise. She kept on pumping me with her tiny fist as I came,
unconsciously milking me for all I had. She watched, amazed, as the
spurts grew steadily smaller, until I finally collapsed back,
breathless and sated. She licked her lips, cleaning off the cum from
her face with her fingers and licking them clean, as she stroked me.
I finally had to grasp her hand and stop her from manipulating me as
my cock began to shrink back.

"Wow, that was pretty spectacular," she said in wonder. "Does that
much always come out?"

"No, not always," I panted. "I guess you made me pretty horny today,
Kay."

She looked pleased with herself, but then she frowned and glanced
down.

"Sean," she said haltingly, "I'm sorry I didn't let you… you know…"

"Hey," I said, lifting up her chin and wiping stray drops of my
semen off her face, "we never have to do anything you don't want to
do, you know that."

"I know, and I want to do it, but ... I'm afraid of... you know..."

"Don't feel uncomfortable about it," I insisted. "I'm speaking from
intense personal experience here, Kay. Sure, I really, really would
like to do it with you some time, but I can wait. Especially if
you'll do what you did tonight," I said with a smile.

She giggled, and her small, delectable boobs quivered a little. I
felt my cock twitch back to life at the sight. "You did seem to enjoy
it a lot," she chuckled.

"I enjoyed it all a lot, and I think you did, too," I said as I
hugged her tightly.

She nodded in agreement as she leaned against me, and then she knelt
and began searching for her clothes.

"We'd better get dressed," she said as she turned away from me and
reached for her shirt. Her tight little ass was sticking up in the
air as she knelt there, and I just couldn't resist. I leaned over and
gave her pussy one last, long, loving lick with my tongue, savoring
her taste again.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "you really are bad for me..."

She leaned back onto me a little, enjoying the contact for just a
moment more before standing and moving away from me. She looked down
at me and saw that my dick was standing up at attention again.

"Sean, you are not to be believed!" she said. She knelt back down
and held on to my hard cock as she gave it a tender kiss, and then
stood again. "That's all for now, you bad boy. Get dressed before my
parents get home, pleeeeze?"

"Oh, all right," I sighed dejectedly. "You can't blame a poor boy
for trying, can you?"

"No, I guess I can't. If you'd like, though, you can come back
tomorrow and try again," she added with a giggle. Her words were a
little muffled, since she was pulling on her t-shirt as she was
talking.

I got slowly up and found my clothes. Grabbing some tissues, I
cleaned up the remaining semen that had cooled on my body, and I got
dressed without further interruptions. We were headed up the stairs
when we heard the back door slam.

"Hey, guys, where are you?" Jake called out.

"Right here," Kayla said as we came up the stairs. "Where have you
been?"

"Over at Jaimie's," he answered. "What have you guys been doing?"

"Oh, just fooling around," Kayla said without thinking. She turned
red when she realized what she had said, but Jake had turned toward
the refrigerator, looking for something to drink.

"That's great," he said absent-mindedly as he rummaged through the
shelves of the fridge. 

I noticed that his shoes were untied, and his t-shirt was on inside
out, but decided I would save that information for another time, when
I might need the ammunition. I chuckled to myself as I headed out the
door, calling out good-byes to Kayla and Jake.





(Continued in Chapter 8)


  
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