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PLAYING THE GAME

A Novel

by R.C. Mather




- 12 -

INTO THE WOODS



By the time I got over to Tessa's house, it was nearly six in the
evening. Molly and Tessa were sitting on the front step with Kristina
Mendoza, a slender Hispanic girl who was fairly new to the
neighborhood. She lived just down the street from Tessa, and she and
Tessa had become friends right away. Kristina played soccer for the
Sting Rays, and brought a considerable skill to the team. Her family
had moved here from Texas, where she had played soccer year-round,
practically since she could walk. I didn't really know her very well,
but Tessa and Molly both liked her, and the three of them had hung
out quite a bit of the summer together.

"Hi, ladies," I said as I walked up the sidewalk.

"Hi, Sean," they echoed in answer. 'Is it my imagination, or are
Tessa and Kristina looking at me funny?' I couldn't really tell. 
Molly stood up and came over to me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me 
over to sit by her on the bottom step.

"Have you eaten dinner yet, Sean?" asked Tessa. "My dad's going to
barbeque some burgers and hot dogs for us pretty soon."

"Hey, that's great," I said. "You're sure it's okay with your
parents if I stay for dinner?"

"Sure," she said. "Kristina and Molly were already staying, so one
more won't matter."

"Even if it's a boy with an appetite?" I asked. "Between my brothers
and me, we eat everything we find in the house. My mom is always
complaining about how often she has to go food shopping for us."

"I don't think even you could out-eat my dad," said Tessa. "He eats
more than anyone I've ever seen or heard of."

"It's true," confirmed Molly. "I've never seen anybody eat like Mr.
Navarrone. My brother Josh eats a lot, but nothing like your dad,
Tessa."

"That's right," added Kristina. "When we first moved here, Tessa's
parents invited my family over for a cookout, and Mr. Navarrone
cooked a whole huge turkey on the grill. Do you know that there was
no turkey left by the end of the meal? And then, after dinner, your
mom brings out all these pies and cookies and stuff, and we
practically finished them off, too!" She started laughing at the
memory of that meal.

"So," I said, "I don't have to be polite and not eat very much then,
is that what you're telling me? Yum, I can't wait!" I rubbed my
growling stomach in anticipation. 

Tessa instructed me on where I could find a telephone in their
house. I went in and called my mom to let her know I was staying for
dinner.

"You're sure it's okay with Tessa's parents, Sean?"

I favored her with a big, theatrical sigh that I was sure she would
be able to hear over the telephone. "Yes, Mom, I'm sure."

"Make sure you thank them when you're done," she reminded me.

"Yes, Mom," I answered dutifully. "I will, I promise."

"Okay, then, have a nice time," she said. I hung up the phone and
ran back out to the front to be with my friends.

In a little while, Tessa's parents called us into the back yard for
dinner. It was quite a party, with the four of us, Tessa's parents,
her two sisters and two brothers, plus an assortment of their
friends, totaling about twenty people. We were spread out throughout
the back yard, finding space on the deck, or at one of several
tables, or on a retaining wall across the back of their yard. There
was plenty of food, lots of sodas and iced tea, and Mr. Navarrone
ruled it all from in front of his gas grille, cooking up a storm of
hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwursts, and barbequed chicken. There was
also corn on the cob, baked beans, salads, Jell-O, cold pasta salad,
and chips, followed by homemade cookies and a chocolate cake with ice
cream for dessert. By the end, I had downed two hamburgers, a
bratwurst, and a huge mound of beans and pasta salad, and still
managed to squeeze down a piece of cake and a couple of cookies.
Molly, sticking by me throughout the meal, kept up a running
commentary for her friends on my progress through my meal, until both
Tessa and Kristina finally begged her to stop.

"Enough!" cried Kristina. "I'm going to be sick just hearing what
he's eating, Molly!"

"Between you and my dad, Sean, you could clean out this house of
food," complained Tessa good-naturedly.

"Someone is challenging me to an eating contest?" rumbled a gravelly
voice from the other side of the yard. "Who's eating so much over
there?" said Mr. Navarrone.

"It's Sean," cried Lisbeth, Tessa's youngest sister.

"What? That skinny little kid?" said Mr. Navarrone. "Where are you
putting all that chow, Sean? In a hollow leg?"

"I'm a growing kid, Mr. Navarrone," I called out. "Besides, I'm just
trying to be a good guest by cleaning my plate. It's not really my
fault."

"A good guest? Hah! How about a bottomless pit?" said Molly with a
laugh. "Aren't you afraid of getting too fat?"

"Nah," I said. "Not with all these beautiful women around here to
chase. I'll work it off somehow."

Everyone laughed, and Molly slugged me in the arm in mock anger.

"If you're planning on chasing all these beautiful women," said Mr.
Navarrone, "then you probably need one more cookie for sustenance.
Some of them can run pretty fast, after all. Tessa, come get the
plate of cookies for Sean, would you please?"

The last laugh was on me after all, when Tessa loaded up a plate
with cookies and pieces of cake and brought it over to me. She handed
it over with a flourish.

By the time we were done eating, it was dusk. The streetlights were
buzzing and flickering to life, and porch lights throughout the
neighborhood were switching on. Lightning bugs were making an
appearance, and we all chased them around, catching them and putting
them in each others' hair and on our clothes. As the darkness closed
in, Kristina, Molly, and I said our goodbyes to everybody. We thanked
Tessa's parents for dinner, and then the three of us wandered down
the street toward Kristina's house.

"Do you guys want to come in for a little while? Maybe there's a
good movie on or something," said Kristina as we got to her house.

Molly and I looked at each other and nearly simultaneously said,
"No, thanks, I've got to be getting home." We waved and continued
walking toward Molly's house. Nervously, we reached for each other's
hand, as if we were near strangers on a clandestine mission.

When we got to her house, she led the way down her driveway, and
into the garage. "I've got some blankets stashed in here," she
whispered. She went in through a side door and came back out again,
carrying some folded blankets in her arms.

"Let's go back here," she whispered. "I'm not sure who's home, so we
need to keep quiet until we get to the clearing."

She led the way to the back of the yard, and into the trees. About
twenty yards in, there was a small clearing, with a picnic table, an
old fire ring, and a couple of bent and broken lawn chairs. It was
obviously a long-time neighborhood hangout, but I hadn't realized it
was there.

Molly knelt down and spread out the blankets on the ground, and sat
down facing me. Silently she patted the ground next to her, beckoning
me. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that buttoned down the front,
and a pair of tight shorts. She reached up and took her reddish-
blonde hair out of the ponytail, letting it fall down her cheeks and
spread across her shoulders. I moved over to sit beside her, reaching
around to put my arm around her shoulder, and felt the weight of her
hair against my arm as she moved into my embrace. We kissed, fumbling
to find each other's lips in the dark. As we connected, we lowered
each other down onto the blanket until we were lying on our sides,
facing each other, lips locked together and arms entwined. I felt her
hand running up and down my back, and I did the same, my fingertips
sensing the soft cotton of her shirt, the bumps and ridges of her
spine, and the extra thickness of her bra beneath her shirt.

Her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth, searching and tasting,
as our mouths opened wider against each other. The pressure of her
hands turned more insistent on my back as we kissed, shifting our
heads this way and that to try to get an even better contact. Her
tongue played along my teeth as if they were piano keys, one side and
then the other, before fleeing back into its own cavern, chased by my
own tongue.

I dragged my hand down onto her beautiful, tight ass, blindly
searching for the hem of her shirt. The pressure of my hand on the
small of her back and on her butt caused her to move her hips closer
to me, until her crotch was rubbing against my rigid dick. I slipped
my hand under her shirttail and brushed along the soft skin of her
back, feeling the muscles underneath the skin flexing and relaxing
with the unconscious movement of her hips against me. As I moved up
her back, my arm pushed her shirt up until it started to bunch up
under her arm. It must have irritated her a little, because she let
go of me and started to unbutton it. I tried to help, but it's easier
working buttons when they're on you, so I ended up fumbling around
until she finished the job. She shrugged out of her shirt and settled
back against me, reaching once more for another wet, open-mouthed
kiss. I put my arms around her again, and enjoyed feeling her back
tense and relax as I tickled up and down along her spine. Molly, in
the meantime, found the hem of my shirt and started rucking it up my
body, duplicating my movements.

I didn't have a lot of experience with the hooks and eyes of bra
straps, but I managed to unhook Molly's with one hand after wrestling
with it for a few moments. As soon as it was loose, I ran my hand
around her, to her left tit, and pushed her back just a little so I
could play with it better. I pressed her whole breast with the palm
of my hand, feeling her nipple expand against it. I was gently
squeezing and releasing it, still amazed at the sensation of this
soft, sensuous place on a girl's body that differed so much from
mine. The contrast of her hard ribcage, topped by her amazingly
tender breast, tipped by this flexible and sensitive nipple, was a
constant source of joy and discovery for me.

I wanted so much to give her an inkling of the pleasure she was
imparting, so I left her lips and tongue and trailed soft kisses and
licks down her throat, under her ear (boy, did that cause a
reaction!), and down her body to her boob.

She arched up, trying to move her breast and nipple into my mouth as
I got closer. However, I sensed that a slower buildup would lead to a
more interesting conclusion, so I took the longer, winding path to
her treasures. Molly was moaning in frustration, rolling around on
the blanket in an attempt to increase the contact, until she finally
grabbed me by the neck and forcibly pushed my face onto her. She
sighed in contentment and arousal as she felt my lips enclose her
swollen nipple. I sucked on her, drumming my tongue across the
swollen nub, and brought my hand over to squeeze and play with her
right breast as I was feasting on her left.

Unwilling to show any favoritism, I transferred the attentions of my
mouth to her right breast, sucking hard on her. Each time I rubbed
her nipple with my tongue, her breathing got rougher and deeper and
she hugged me tighter to her, so I figured I was doing it all right.
Taking my cue from her, I continued. Small reaction, try something
else. Big reaction, do that some more. That plan worked out even as I
was sucking on her right breast and reaching down her body toward her
legs. As I rubbed up her thigh and between her legs, she moaned even
harder, her hips started wriggling more, and she started reaching for
my crotch. I took this to be a good sign.

Her shorts had an elastic waistband, so it was a simple matter for
me to reach in and slip my hand down between her shorts and her
panties to caress her. Her panties were silky to the touch, and were
soaked through, which created a greater sense of urgency within me.
My cock got instantly harder, something I didn't think was possible.
Molly, meanwhile, was pulling at the snap of my cutoffs, yanking on
my shorts until they unsnapped and unzipped in one quick motion. She
snaked her fingers through the gap in my shorts and grabbed me. She
held my twitching cock tightly, and began to pump her hand up and
down on me, a purely unconscious reaction on her part to the
sensations rolling through her.

I started to push her shorts down off her hips, and she apparently
thought this was an excellent idea, because she did the same with
mine. We kept getting all tangled up, trying to undress each other,
so we wordlessly sat up together. She knelt beside me, pushed me back
so I was lying down, and worked my shorts and underwear off. She
stared at my cock, pulsing with the beating of my heart, for just a
moment before laying back herself and lifting up her hips in
invitation. I sat up and pulled her shorts down, and then pulled her
panties off. I could smell her excitement, and it pulled me toward
her. As I leaned down toward her, she put out her hands and stopped
me.

"Did you bring them?" she said quietly, her eyes shining in the dark.

I nodded, and scrambled over to where my shorts lay crumpled in a
pile. I dug into my pocket and pulled out one of the little foil
packets, and I tore it open. My fingers weren't working properly, and
I felt a little frantic as I took the condom out of the package and
tried to put it on.

"Come here, I'll do that," she whispered with a giggle. She sat up,
her small breasts jiggling provocatively, and knelt down in front of
me. I handed her the condom, and had to hold my breath when the
sensations of what she was doing to me suddenly hit me like a giant
wave.

Molly grabbed my stalk and pumped me just a little bit. Drops of pre-
cum oozed from the tip and dribbled down the side and onto her hand.
She used that moisture to slide her hand up and down my cock, from
tip to balls, her fingers straying down to explore my sac before
grasping my length again. More liquid escaped and coated the head.
Curious, she stuck out her tongue and licked it off the sensitive 
tip.

That was nearly all it took. I started shaking and gasping.

"M... M... Molly... I... I... don't think…" I stammered. Panicky, I
tried counting backwards by fives from one hundred to take my mind
off my impending climax. She looked up at me, startled, and stopped
what she was doing. I looked down at her, into that beautiful, pale,
slightly freckled face, and watched as she savored the taste of my
fluids, licking her lips and running her teeth across her tongue.
That, by itself, nearly brought the crisis back, just watching her.

After a moment, the feeling passed. I nodded to her, and she rolled
the condom on me without too much further excitement. She lay back
down, knees bent and legs apart, and held out her arms to me. I
crawled between her legs, and put my arms around her as I lay on top
of her, conscious of keeping my weight on my knees and elbows. I
could feel the heat emanating from her pussy through my covered cock,
drawing me ever closer, like a bee to clover. 

I made contact. Her pussy lips slipped open as the tip of my cock
touched her and the flood was released. Through the latex, I could
feel the hot moisture from her center as it coated me, coaxing me
into moving further into her. I felt the head slip into her hole, and
she arched and moaned, her head thrown back, at the sensation. Her
legs moved around me, and she crossed her ankles on the small of my
back, opening up her whole self to me.

Her flowing oils eased the entry, but she was tight against my cock,
so tight. She flexed her legs, moaning continually, trying to pull me
further into her. I pushed until I felt the need to relieve the
pressure, and pulled slowly back out a little. Then it was back into
her again. This time I was about halfway in before I needed to stroke
out. I continued this, finding a rhythm, stroke in, stroke out, each
stroke in giving me a little more penetration than the last, until,
finally, I felt her pubic hair tickling against mine. I stopped
moving, and we both gasped with the sensation of being fully inside
her. I grinned down at her as I flexed my cock inside her. Her eyes
opened wider and she smiled, concentrating on contracting her pussy
muscles against me, watching my reaction.

My reaction was to very nearly cum in buckets, right then. I heard
myself whisper, "Oh, God, oh, God," in a mantra to keep from spouting
immediately. I knew though, it would be only a matter of a few
moments before my climax would overcome me.

I pulled slowly out until just the tip was embedded in her. Then, I
thrust with what energy and force I had left back deep into her.
Again, and again, and a fourth time, and I was done.

Molly's eyes were open, but she wasn't seeing anything. She was
concentrating on the sensations flowing through her from our point of
contact, nearly ready to go over the edge herself. However, I was too
quick, too overwhelmed, too young to know how to pace myself.

I came. I was deep inside her, as deep as I could get, and her walls
squeezed and milked me. Six, seven, eight times I pumped and jetted
my seed into the latex, until there was no more to be pumped. The
well was dry, the boy was finished. I collapsed on top of her,
surrendering to the physical exertions. She remained still, except
for her hips and legs, which were still clenching me, trying to milk
the last sensations from our union.

Molly started giving me small, quick kisses on my cheek, my neck, my
ear. It got me out of my reverie. I lifted my head up off her and
looked into her smiling eyes.

"How're you doing, Molly?" I asked uselessly.

"Pretty darn good, Sean Porter," she replied. "But you're kind of
heavy. Do you mind sliding off for a minute?"

"Okay," I said. It felt like my brain still was not functioning at
much more than half capacity, so I was tracking her a little slowly.
I lifted my hips to pull out of her, and rolled off to lay next to
her. I reached down to remove the spent condom from my softening cock
and threw it off into the woods. I thought I heard a noise from that
direction, but I thought it must have been a squirrel angry at our
intrusion. "Did you cum?" I asked Molly, turning back to her and
reaching for her swollen breast.

She hesitated. "Um... no, not really," she admitted. "But I really
enjoyed it, anyway," she added quickly.

"Hmmm..." I said, looking at her and smiling. "What can we do about
this? I wonder..."

She reached over and gave me a playful slap, and rolled over into my
arms and gave me a scorching kiss. I could feel my sleeping cock
twitch awake, willing to pay attention to whatever Molly wanted.
Distractedly, I wondered where she learned to kiss like that, since
she never had a real boyfriend. Very quickly though, I could not
concentrate on anything beyond what was being inflicted on me by my
companion on the blanket.

She was reaching down, snaking her hand between us, to grasp my
dick. As soon as she touched it, the blood started to flow, and she
held it in her hand as it grew to nearly its full length.

She stopped kissing me long enough to whisper, "That's pretty
amazing, how it does that," and returned once more to lock her lips
on mine and send her tongue in to do battle. She started stroking me
gently, the moisture from my ejaculation providing glide. She dropped
her hand down to my balls and explored. She gently squeezed,
manipulated, and tickled me from my asshole to the base of my now
rigid cock, enthralled at finding something so foreign and yet so
attractive to her.

I returned to further explore my own favorite body part, her pert
breasts with their engorged nipples. I kneaded them, I hefted them, I
ran light concentric circles around them until my fingertips
encountered the distended nubs of her nipples, standing up and
begging for attention.

Finally, I pushed her back again, and lowered my head down to take
her nipple between my teeth. She never relinquished her hold on my
cock, stroking and squeezing me as I suckled on her breast. I licked
her breast, leaving a trail of saliva down the mound of her left tit
and across the valley between, and up to the other breast, and
continued my oral ministrations on that one. When I felt that I had
her sufficiently paying attention, I scooted down, planting small
kisses down her sternum to her belly button as my hand dipped
further, encountering her wiry, thin patch of reddish pubic hair. My
fingers brushed through the hair and encountered the heat and
moisture of her slit, slipping between her rubbery pussy lips to the
folds beneath. As my tongue explored the cavity of her navel, my
fingers explored the cavity of her pussy, two fingers dipping in her
flowered opening, thumb finding her engorged clit. Knuckle deep my
index and middle fingers went in, and I continued licking my way
down, through her hair, until my tongue discovered the flavor of her
oils.

By this time, she stopped contorting herself and finally let go of
my cock, surrendering to my willingness to impart pleasure. I studied
as I had before, doing things to her that caused big reactions,
moving on to something else when I only created small reactions. I
found out she really liked having both fingers in her vagina,
stroking slowly and gently (one was not enough, I found out, and
three was too many). She also liked the sensations caused by my
tongue flicking against her clit. She went completely over the edge,
however, when I inadvertently did them both at the same time.

"Iiiieeeee!" She cried out into the night, her orgasm hitting her
swiftly and unexpectedly.

Then, when that had passed, she grabbed my head and said, "Stop,
Sean, please. It's too sensitive right now." She pulled me up to her
and gave me a searing kiss, and then pushed me back. "Let me see what
I can do to you now," she said, smiling. She knelt up and over me,
grasping my steely cock in her hand. She watched as, again, pre-cum
dribbled out and coated the tip, and, like before, she stuck out her
tongue to lightly taste it. She was familiar enough with the taste by
then that she continued bathing my cock with her tongue, holding it
like an ice cream cone and licking the top. She looked up at me for a
moment, and, without breaking eye contact, opened her mouth and
allowed my cock to slip between her lips. I groaned at the sensation
of her tongue and mouth around my prick, and the vision of the
beautiful Molly O'Toole with my cock in her mouth was nearly enough
to send me off again. If I hadn't cum once already a few minutes ago,
I would have busted my nut into her mouth right then. I held fast
though, and ran my hands through her hair as she concentrated on
taking as much of me into her mouth as she could. I could feel her
tongue rotating around my length as she stroked me in and out from
between her lips. Her hand was caressing my balls at the same time
she was sucking me. I brushed my hand down her back as she knelt
there, to her gorgeous ass, and down her crack until I found her
swollen pussy lips. I pushed my fingers into her, and she lifted off
my cock and arched her back, nearly coming just from that small touch.

She turned her hooded eyes toward me and whispered, "Did you bring
another one?"

I nodded mutely. She reached over me to my shorts, searching pockets
until she found her prize. She tore open the package and took out the
condom. She bent back over me, concentrating on rolling it down my
cock. She swung her leg around me, straddling me, and grasped my dick
with her hand. She rubbed it up and down over her pussy lips, getting
the head oily and slippery, before placing the tip inside her vagina
and sitting down, impaling herself completely in one stroke. She
paused for a moment, reveling in feeling me filling her up, and then
she started doing her deep knee bends, stroking herself up and down,
moving me in and out, each stroke moving easier and slicker into her.
She was still incredibly tight, but the combined moisture flooding
from her pussy and the lubrication of the condom eased the passage of
my sword into her scabbard. Her perfect tits bobbled with her
exertions, and I couldn't resist reaching up with both hands and
fondling them as we fucked. I squeezed them and held them as Molly
did all the work, her skin glistening in the soft moonlight. I then
simply held my hands still as her body worked up and down, and the
friction against her nipples, along with the way my stem worked
against her clit in this position, sent her over the edge and into a
powerful, overwhelming orgasm. She opened her mouth to scream, but
nothing but a rush of air came out. When she came, the walls of her
pussy contracted against me, triggering my own climax. I pushed up
against her instinctively, trying to get as deep into her as I could.
When I did, the base of my cock must have rubbed up against her clit,
because she set off again, hunching rapidly up and down and gasping
for air, nearly in a panic to prolong the extreme pleasure that was
washing over her.

At last, as I had done before, she collapsed down on top of me in
exhaustion. She was sweaty and tired, with her hair sticking to her
back and neck. I softly caressed her back with both hands, trying to
will away her weariness as she lay comfortably on me. We were still
joined together, her legs splayed out to the side. The pressure of
her pussy kept me partially hard, but I could feel my cock starting
to soften within her. As her breathing eased, she lifted up her head
and stared at me for a moment. She dropped down and softly kissed me
on the lips and said, "I really, really liked it like that."

I burst out laughing. "I could tell," I told her between gasps. She
looked at me as if I had lost my mind, and then started laughing
herself as she lifted up her hips. My well-used cock, now deflated to
about half its previous size, slipped out of her, landing with a soft
plop against my belly. The reservoir of the condom was filled nearly
to capacity. I stripped it off and tossed that one into the woods,
too. Molly snuggled up next to me, my arm around her shoulder, both
of us naked and unashamed in the darkness of the clearing. I could
feel the softness of her breast as it pressed against my ribcage, a
feeling I wouldn't mind getting used to.

"Sean?" she asked quietly after a few minutes.

"Molly?" I answered groggily. My eyelids were getting heavy.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

That snapped my eyes open. I should have known that the things we
had done the past two days would lead to this, but I hadn't been
expecting it to come up right then. I thought about Kayla, and Jake,
and Josh, and Kayla again.

"I'll try, Molly. But I'm not sure I know how," I told her.

She was silent for a moment more. "That's okay," she said. "I'm not
real sure about how to be a girlfriend, either. But we can try, can't
we?"

"We can try," I agreed.




(Continued in Chapter 13)


  
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