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PLAYING THE GAME

A Novel

by R.C. Mather




- 10 -

THE BABYSITTER



So there I was, ringing the doorbell at the Wilkinson house at seven-
thirty sharp. I was freshly showered, and I had shaved off the peach
fuzz from my chin. I looked presentable enough in my Chicago Sting
jersey. When I rang the bell, I heard the pounding of small, active
feet running inside, and the door flew open. Davey and Kip flew out
and tried to gang-tackle me on the front steps, very nearly
succeeding before Molly came out to rescue me.

"Davey! Kip! You're going to tear him in two! If you will just let
him go for a second, he'll come in and play," she said laughingly.

"Sean! I didn't know you were coming over!" "Sean! We're making
popcorn! Come in, come in!"

I let them pull me into the house, and we stumbled into the family
room. They were getting ready to watch a movie called "The Bad News
Bears," and I could smell popcorn popping in the microwave. The boys
jumped onto the couch while Molly went into the kitchen to get drinks
for everybody, and I slipped the tape into the VCR. Kip and Davey
were fighting for supremacy over one of the pillows on the couch,
until I finally took it away from them both and plopped down on the
floor with it. Molly came in with platter loaded with a big bowl of
steaming hot popcorn, and four glasses of ice with matching cans of
soda. The boys each settled into a corner of the couch. Molly and I
sat next to each other on the floor, leaning back against the sofa. I
pushed the button on the remote, and the movie started as we dug in
and devoured the entire bowl of popcorn.

After about forty-five minutes, I stopped the movie so the boys
could get ready for bed. We promised them that they could watch the
rest of it with us, as long as they brushed their teeth and put on
their pajamas. They raced each other to see who could be the fastest.
Davey, being a year older, ran down the stairs first, reclaiming his
corner of the couch. Kip was right behind him, and when they both
were settled, I started the movie back up. While the boys were
getting ready for bed, Molly and I cleaned up the spilled popcorn and
carried the dirty dishes and glasses into the kitchen. Molly rinsed
everything off, and I took a dishcloth and wiped down the coffee
table in the family room. When the boys came back down, Molly and I
sat back down on the floor, our knees and shoulders just touching. By
the time the movie ended, Molly had her head resting on my shoulder,
my arm was draped around her, and the boys were fast asleep on the
couch. We shook them gently awake. Molly and I each accompanied one
boy up the stairs and into their beds, tucking them in and turning
out the light. We shut their doors and went back downstairs to the
family room.

We found a dark, black and white movie from the thirties on some
channel and let that play as we sat back down on the floor. I was
suddenly very nervous again, unsure of what to do with my arms or
hands. Molly turned toward me, looking into my eyes, and I could see
that she was just as nervous as I. Oddly, this had a calming effect
on me, and I put my arm around her shoulder. She naturally, almost
unconsciously, moved closer to me, her face tilted up to me. I
lowered my lips to touch hers lightly, softly. Our first kiss was a
tender, evanescent moment, experienced by both of us with our eyes
wide open, watching each other. Finding no resistance on either part,
we kissed again, and it allowed me to savor the fleshy, soft feel of
her lips. She reached around to my neck and held me, turning a little
more in to me. I reached around her waist with my other hand and held
her lightly, undemanding as we kissed, the ghostly images of the old
movie on the television playing across our bodies.

We stayed like that for a long time, kissing and nibbling and
tasting each other as we hugged, warming slowly and steadily, until
we heard a car pull into the driveway. Startled like two deer
stranded on the side of a highway, we stared out the window, still
clutched together, until the slamming of a car door shook us from our
frozen state. We scrambled up, both secretly grateful that we hadn't
gotten too carried away in the moment. Hurriedly, we moved to more
chaste positions in the family room, ready for Lori to come in the
house.

The back door opened, and Lori called out.

"Molly? I'm home."

"Hi, Mrs. Wilkinson," Molly said as she got up and walked toward the
kitchen.

Lori stepped into the doorway, and saw me just as I was getting up
from a chair. "Sean! I didn't know you were here."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilkinson," said Molly. "I should have told you,
but I invited Sean over to watch TV with us. I hope it's all right. I
know how much the boys like him, so I thought..."

Lori gave us both an appraising look. Molly was a little flustered,
and she was flushed from our hugs. For myself, I was very self-
conscious as Lori examined us.

Finally, Lori relaxed a little, apparently satisfied with what she
saw. "No, Molly, it's fine, I don't mind. I just wasn't expecting to
find him here, that's all. Sean, of course you are welcome anytime,"
she said, looking at me. "Did you have a good evening?"

"Yes, we did," I said. "We watched "The Bad News Bears" until Davey
and Kip fell asleep. They'll probably be dreaming of baseball and
popcorn all night."

"Just as long as they stay dreaming all night," said Lori with a
small smile. "I hope they decide to sleep in tomorrow morning, so I
can get some rest." She looked around the room absent-mindedly. "Grab
your things, and I'll give you both a lift home."

"Oh, no, that's okay, Lori. I've got my bike here, so I'll just ride
home," I said.

"And I live on the way, so I'll just walk with Sean, if that's all
right," Molly added.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind driving you."

"No," we both echoed. "We'll be just fine," I added as we headed for
the door. "Good night, Lori. Hope you're able to sleep in tomorrow."

Molly and I stepped outside. I picked up my bicycle, and we walked
down the sidewalk, aware that Lori Wilkinson was watching us until we
rounded a corner and moved out of her sight.

We walked slowly toward Molly's house, reluctant to part company. We
talked quietly about the upcoming school year, about soccer, about
nothing. When we stopped in her driveway, her house was dark.

"It doesn't look like anybody's home," I said.

"I guess not. Heather had a date, and Mom and Dad were going out
with some friends, but I thought Josh would be home."

"Maybe he's over at Shayna's," I said.

"Maybe," she said. She looked over at me. "Do you have to go home
right away? Or can you come in for a little while?"

"No, I can stay for a little," I said. We walked together around the
side of the house. I set my bike down on the ground beside the
garage, out of the way. Molly held my hand as we walked around to the
back door and went in to her house. Her palms were sweaty, and I
could feel just the faintest tremor in her hand.

"We can go upstairs and listen to some music," she said quietly as
she led me through the darkened house. We walked down the hall to her
room. She opened the door, but didn't turn on the light. Instead, she
turned on the light in the closet and closed the door until just a
sliver of light came through, keeping the room dim. She walked back
to me, and unhesitatingly stepped close to me. She was only a couple
of inches shorter than me, so she didn't have to raise herself up
very far to put her arms around my neck and press herself close to
me. I could feel the soft bulges of her breasts and the sharp tips of
her engorged nipples against my chest. As I put my arms around her
waist and pulled her close, I felt my cock rise and press against her
between her legs. She felt it too, and pressed herself harder to me,
opening her legs slightly and trapping me so that the pressure of my
erection rubbed against her center as it rose and throbbed.

Our lips came together, but this was no chaste kiss. Our mouths were
open, and our tongues snaked out to meet in a wet, sucking, high-
pressure contact. I heard a moan, but I couldn't tell if it came from
me or from Molly, nor did it really matter. We were both too wrapped
up in our sudden incendiary feelings to care much beyond the 
immediate.

Her hips started moving of their own volition, side to side,
creating exquisite contact at our most sensitive places. I was
clutching her to me so hard her breasts were squashed against me, but
that slight pain only served to increase the release of heat and
moisture in her pussy. I could feel her soft hair brushing against my
arms and hands as her head moved during our kisses. The combination
of sensory signals racing through me created a nearly unbearable
pressure in my chest and solar plexus, and animated itself in the
throbbing of my painfully hard cock, still trapped between her legs.

Nearly simultaneously, she grabbed at the hem of my jersey while I
found the buttons on the back of her halter-top. She pulled my jersey
up and off as I raised my arms, and then she reached behind her and
practically ripped her own top off, bra and all. Even in the dim
light, just before she clutched me to her again, I could see a light
pattern of freckles across her chest and down onto her lovely
uptilted breasts. She pushed me back, forcing me to step backwards 
until I felt the edge of her bed against my knees. I sat down when 
she pushed, and she kept on coming, forcing me onto my back with her 
on top of me, her lips once more searching for mine. I held on to her
with one arm around her, and my other hand moved to find her breast
and pinch her turgid nipple. That time I knew that it was Molly who
moaned, for her reaction was to reach down and roughly clutch at my
straining cock, grabbing it through my shorts and pumping her hand up
and down.

She was an animal, out of control, and not to be denied in her quest
toward satisfaction. I didn't know if it was because she liked me or
if it was just a case of being in the right place at the right time,
but the moment she grabbed my aching cock my mind quit functioning
rationally, so the momentary pondering of such a question was no
longer possible. I surrendered to the sensations we were both
experiencing, cause and effect. If I pinched this swollen nipple like
this, the reaction was an increase in pressure of her hand on my
cock. Or, if I ran my hand down her back and under her shorts to feel
the globes of her ass, the reaction might be demonstrated by a more
insistent presence of her tongue into my willing mouth. Cause and
effect, action and reaction.

At one point, she finally lifted her face from mine. She sat up,
grabbed at my shorts, and pulled them from my body. Only after I was
naked did she stand up and yank her own shorts off, pulling down her
soaked panties with them. She held up her shorts, reached into a
pocket, and withdrew a small, familiar-looking packet. She
concentrated as she tore it open.

"I stole this from Josh this afternoon," she said seriously. "I
wanted to see how it worked. Now's a good time to find out."

With that, she took out the condom, placed it on the leaking end of
my cock, and rolled it down. I involuntarily spread my legs a little
as she was fitting me, and she bent over me, examining me as she put
the condom on my cock. She caressed my balls, sending thrills of
pleasure rocketing up my nerves and into my brain.

With virtually no preliminaries, she straddled me, grabbed my cock,
and rubbed it back and forth across her flowered pussy lips. When the
tip brushed up against and across her extended clit, she paused,
throwing her head back in sensual pleasure. I grabbed her by her
waist and ran both hands up her body to her tight breasts. The
combined assault on her nipples and her clit was enough to send her
over the edge. She whined, her breathy exhalation climbing the
register until it disappeared, and I felt a rush of moisture on my
crotch and balls as she came.

She wanted more, however. Once her first orgasm passed, while she
was still clutching my throbbing cock, she rubbed herself again, back
and forth, clit to vagina, spreading moisture across the sensitive
tip of my cock. Finally, she settled onto me, allowing the head to
nest at the entrance to her virginal opening. She paused with just
the tip within her, getting used to the feeling, and placed her hands
on my ribcage for balance. My hands slipped down to her waist to rest
on the flare of her hips. I could feel the intense heat coming from
within her, centered on the tip of my dick. Fortunately, the condom
had desensitized me, or I probably would have gone off by then. I was
watching her face, and I could see she was biting her lower lip, her
eyes glazed, as she concentrated on her mission. She sat up slightly,
and flexed her legs. Her torso dropped, and she impaled herself upon
me.

I had felt the unique pressures of a mouth around my cock before,
and had marveled at the experience, but nothing could have prepared
me for the first time I was nestled inside a girl's vagina. I knew,
in that final second when Molly's body was sliding smoothly over my
instrument, that I had found my own personal source of true
happiness. All I had to do was figure out how to do this over and 
over.

For her part, Molly looked like she had found her own source of
pleasure, also. Her eyes opened wide, unseeing, as she slid down upon
me that first time, and she broke out in a huge grin when she felt
her pussy being filled with my warm presence. Her eyes focused, and
she looked at me, still grinning, as I bottomed out in her. She
paused and sat up, her tight ass resting on my thighs and her hands
on my waist as she balanced on my pole. We both looked down to where
we were connected. Her gash was exposed and drooling, her clitoris
was poking out, and our sparse pubic hair, mine dark and hers dusky
in the dim light, were intertwined. I could not see my cock, but I
surely knew where it was from the feel. She was impressively tight,
and the environment I could feel through the latex was boiling hot
and wet.

"No cherry," she whispered. "Gymnastics and cheerleading must have
broken it."

"Umph," was all I could manage to say. All other thoughts, all
existence outside of pure sensation centered on where we were
attached, was not possible.

She moved. Slowly, excruciatingly, she lifted up, up, until just the
helmet of my cock was buried in her. Then down, slowly, she allowed
herself to return. Each time she lifted up, each time she buried me
again, created a friction I did not think was possible. Faster she
moved, sometimes just a little, sometimes all the way. The oils from
her center kept lubricating us, allowing her to improvise her
movements in such a constricting atmosphere. A couple of times she
rose up so fast, I popped out of her, my rigid dick flopping down on
my belly and bouncing back up. She would grab hold of it with her
fist, position it back at her opening, and pound back down upon me
until our pelvic bones met.

And then, suddenly, it was time. "M... M... Molly," I stammered.
Without volition, I shoved my hips up as she was descending, until I
was buried in her at my deepest. She collapsed down on me, blindly
reaching with her mouth to find mine, grinding her lips against mine
just as she was grinding her clit against my crotch. She screamed
into my mouth as she came, and my balls pumped and flexed, pumped and
flexed until the condom was filled practically to overflowing, each
jerk of mine matched by a flexion of her hips against me to drive me
as deeply into her as possible in an attempt to prolong the
sensations of our orgasms.

I hugged her to me as tightly as I could, and we broke our kiss so
we could breathe again. Her whole body collapsed like a rag doll, and
she rested her head against me. Her back was sweaty with her
exertions, as was her forehead, and her strawberry blonde hair was
sticking to her. All in all, I had never seen her more beautiful.

She lifted up her hips, and my deflating cock slipped from her. She
lay back on her side next to me, her arm around my chest, as she came
down from her orgasms.

"Mmmmm..." she hummed, "if I had known this is what it all was
about, I'd have found you a lot sooner."

I kissed her forehead. "It was pretty spectacular, wasn't it? I
really didn't know what to expect, either."

She looked at me, a little startled. "You've never done this before,
either?" she asked.

"No, not this," I admitted. She nestled back down against my side,
purring in her contentment.

"I'm glad it was with you," she said quietly. "And I'm glad your
first was with me. It makes things even better."

My eyelids were getting very heavy. Just as I slipped off to sleep,
I briefly wondered if Jake was up in the tree outside, watching.

It seemed like just moments later when I was awakened by a sudden
noise. I looked up, momentarily confused about where I was, until I
felt Molly's naked body next to mine.

"Oh, shit," I mumbled, looking desperately for a clock. It was after
midnight. I could hear mumbled voices downstairs. I shook Molly,
waking her, and motioned for her to be quiet. Her eyes were big and
round, and she looked scared as she realized where we were. Her
bedspread was rumpled, and there was a huge wet spot on it. The room
reeked of sex, her scent and mine commingled. She slipped out of bed
and locked her door. She tiptoed over to her window and opened it
quietly to let in some fresh air, and then came back over to lie next
to me.

"Stay quiet," she whispered in my ear. "When they've gone to bed,
I'll help you sneak out of the house."

We huddled together for what seemed like hours, knowing we were
going to be caught. Somehow, we weren't. We heard footsteps tromping
up the stairs and down the hall, and then the house was quiet. We
waited another thirty minutes before getting dressed, sneaking out
of her room, down the stairs, and out the back door. As I stepped
outside into the cool night air, Molly grabbed my arm and pulled me
back. She gave me a hard kiss, and whispered into my ear, "I love
you, Sean." She whirled and closed the door before I could react.

I walked my bike through her neighbor's back yards before venturing
out onto the street. I hoped I could sneak into my own house as
easily as I snuck out of Molly's. Meanwhile, my mind whirled with
distractions, images of a blonde thirteen-year-old intertwining with
images of Molly, sweat-slicked at my side, in post-coital languor.




(Continued in Chapter 11)


  
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