Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 6 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: Mf-nosex
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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Roger Torrent was a nice young man living with his new 
foster-family.

He wasn't the sort of person to be discovered creeping 
across the roof late at night.  He wasn't the sort of 
person to seduce his foster-sister.  He wasn't the sort 
of person to have gay sex with one twin while the sister 
fucked him.  He wasn't a murderous assassin.

But the person who was Roger Torrent for now, was.

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It is said that the first casualty of battle is the 
battle plan itself.  I didn't have any such catastrophes 
because I go in with an objective and a set of procedures 
to help me get closer to that goal.

To get onto Mark and Kyra's horizon I set up no less than 
three different paths before making my first approach and 
accomplished that milestone swiftly and without undue 
consequences.

However, in any situation where you use people like pawns 
you are apt to discover, like in Chess, that having moved 
them you find they've reached the eighth row and become 
queens - able to move in paths you weren't intending, 
able to go further than you wanted, and suddenly powerful 
enough to threaten the king.

Anna was my first Queen; promoted by carelessness on my 
part and an unexpected attentiveness on hers.

She didn't realise the power she held and I had 
successfully curbed that for the present at least.  It 
wasn't that she had power over me, though I enjoyed her 
lustful demands while they didn't interfere with my 
duties.

No, the power Anna held would manifest if she was 
careless about our extra-curricular activities.  That 
would cause a variety of consequences that would severely 
curtail my freedom to work without interruption.

The next pawn was Rosalee.

---

Rosalee's mother had heard I'd accompanied Elsie to 
soccer so she called Elsie up and discussed me - though I 
wasn't supposed to know that; Anna overheard them.  I 
think Rosalee would have been mortified.

She was apparently reassured though as she dropped 
Rosalee off outside the pool hall where we had arranged 
to meet.

"Mum, this is Roger.  Roger, my mother."

"Hello Roger."

"Hello."

"I'll be back at 10:30.  Is that okay?"

The way she said it made it obvious that it would be.  It 
was what she was willing to allow on a first date for a 
sixteen year old and if the other sixteen year olds 
thought it ridiculous they didn't have to deal with her 
as their mother.  I was sure that Rosalee and her mother 
had negotiated the time well before Rosalee was dropped 
off and I agreed to the restriction.

As soon as the car was gone Rosalee grabbed my hand and 
giggled girlishly.  "I've been thinking of you ever since 
we drove home."

I wondered what I had let myself in for!

We went inside and I contrasted her behaviour with Anna's 
as she sat and listened to me make a date with Hailey for 
the following night.  I think she might have been 
anticipating watching Hailey bring Rosalee down a peg or 
two.

Actually, once inside, Rosalee seemed much more mature.  
I guess it might have been nervousness earlier rather 
than excessively high spirits.  I introduced her and we 
started out playing doubles against some of the others.  
She proved to have an adequate eye if no other great 
skill with a cue.

Mark offered to show Rosalee how to improve her game and 
I bowed her away, deferring to the expert.  He and she 
occupied one table for a while and I partnered Kyra for a 
game.  It was natural enough for me to stand behind her 
and whisper strategies in her ear but if I had been 
overheard people would have found me making lewd 
suggestions instead.

At the end I got Rosalee back and played her one-on-one.  
The tuition had helped, now she only needed practise - 
but at least she had an idea of what she was doing wrong.

Afterwards we stood back and watched the others play.  I 
was standing behind Rosalee and she wrapped my hands 
around her waist.  We were out the way between the end 
wall of the room and a table.  Rosalee chose the moment 
when the play was focussed at the holes down the other 
end of the table.

She must have recalled the liberties we had taken in the 
car after soccer and decided I wasn't one to object if 
she misbehaved.

A hand, nominally hanging down beside her, moved between 
our bodies and rubbed over my crotch.  The faithless 
thing responded and she squeezed it.

Well two could play that game and I made her shuffle 
forward a little bit so we were almost at the table.  Now 
it was my hand that dropped to the hem of her not-so-long 
skirt and lifted it so I could rest my fingers against 
her knickers.

I took it slowly, waiting for a "Don't!" - verbal or 
physical.  It never came.  Rosalee didn't mind me rubbing 
her up the *RIGHT* way at all.  I nibbled at her ear and 
blew in it and on her neck.  Matters got too much for her 
and she suggested a walk.

Hand held hand as we excused ourselves and I only hoped 
my erection wasn't noticeable as such.  It would have 
been an aid in the disguise I had proposed but that was 
in itself only a story and I could do without the 
stirring that would arise, and perhaps the harm that 
might occur to my relationship with Kyra if not Mark.

Rosalee wasn't particularly looking for a dark corner - 
her only requirement was solitude and I believe even that 
might have been negotiable.

"Don't you want to kiss me?"

"No," I said to stir her.

"Then what do you want to do to me?"  The leer meant 
Rosalee trumped my bid.

"I want to hold your body against mine while I kiss you."  
It was as innocuous a statement as I could manage.

"And who is stopping you?"

No-one!

Rosalee was a messy kisser.  Her saliva glands seemed to 
go into overdrive and though it didn't really matter that 
you swapped some spit when kissing, you didn't really 
want to drown in it.  I took control and encouraged her 
to keep her tongue in *HER* mouth not mine.

Of course then it seemed like *I* was excited by the 
events and she turned into a vacuum cleaner that tore at 
the very roots of my tongue.  Did this girl have no 
experience - or merely no control?

It might have been interesting to get a blowjob from her 
but I doubted there would be much other than that to her 
technique.

As a matter of self-protection I attacked her neck 
instead.

"Don't leave any marks - Mum would kill me!"

I hadn't intended to but maybe now I should get careless.

No.  Inexperience and over-enthusiasm were no 
justification for revenge; even one so mild.  Instead I 
rewarded her, stirring her emotions, stimulating her 
body.  We found a darker corner and ignored the smell of 
stale urine - there are worse smells and I could bury my 
nose against the remains of a liberal splash of 
inexpensive perfume.

Rosalee had not complained about my touching her through 
her panties.  I turned her and pulled her back against me 
as I leaned against the wall.  Now we could see any who 
came near while being only shadows ourselves if we 
remained still.

I cupped a bra-coated breast and kissed Rosalee's neck 
from behind.  She responded as Anna had done - though 
more vocally.

"Shhh," I chided gently.  "See what we can get away with 
without anyone finding out."

That might have scared some girls into moving back inside 
but I think Rosalee might have been ready for that sort 
of thing before she had even left home.

I slipped my free hand up the side of her skirt this time 
and then moved it across the waist band of her panties.  
With no pantyhose to restrict my movements it was simple 
to wrap my palm over and under her mound and pussy.  
Nicely wet!  Much more than simply "damp" and her panties 
should be solidly starched when collected for the 
laundry.  Let her discuss that with her mother if she 
wasn't smart enough to do something about them herself.

Rosalee shifted her feet apart and her knees buckled a 
little.  My hand on her breast changed its grip to better 
support her weight and with the extra area for my lower 
hand I went exploring.

One finger checked the way was clear; two allowed me to 
support her weight from another spot.

I scissored my fingers inside her and Rosalee squirmed.  
I brought them out and used the coating to rub down 
either side of her prominent hood.

Rosalee gasped, "Yes, that's beautiful."

I continued.

With Anna I had tried to prolong her pleasure.  With 
Rosalee I made no such attempt.  It was an all out 
assault and I doubted that Rosalee would know any 
different.  She came quickly and hard.  Her body shook 
violently and still I worked her pussy.

With the crook of my elbow under her armpit to keep her 
upright, I covered my mouth lightly with her palm.  I 
wasn't trying to suffocate her, merely muffle the cries 
somewhat.  I was *VERY* careful to keep away from her 
teeth.

I sensed matters had peaked and slackened off the pace.  
A gentle warm down; caressing her outer lips, knuckling 
her muff, avoiding all the (now super-) sensitive spots.

As Rosalee resumed control of her legs I slipped my hand 
out of her panties and hugged her.

She turned around and I put up with the pain in my 
tongue.  I moved a wisp of hair from beside her face and 
sneaked a sniff at my fingers.  The scent was spicy 
fresh, not sweaty stale.  It wouldn't be a punishment.

I ended the kiss and pressed my fingers to her lips - 
just past the first knuckle so I offered a flat surface 
rather than the tips.  Rosalee puckered and gave them a 
kiss.

I moved them back across that little bow and scraped some 
of the coating where her tongue would lick it off her 
lips.  Fingertips now pressed against the opening to her 
mouth and she opened, not really thinking of where they 
had been.

I popped them in and even in the darkness could see 
Rosalee's eyes open wide.

"Do you taste nice?"

It was a far more personal question than she had ever had 
to answer and I could feel her gulp.  Her tongue rubbed 
against the pads and forced my fingers against the roof 
of her mouth.  She nodded with my fingers still in her 
mouth.

"Will you get some juices for me to try too?"

I was mean, taking advantage of her when she was willing 
to do almost anything - and perhaps actually anything - 
for me.

Her hand left my back and worked inside both skirt and 
panties waist bands.

"Get them coated all over - nice and deep," I commanded.  
Rosalee bent her knees again and had to wriggle her arm a 
little further in but I could tell when she accidentally 
brushed her clit and when she pushed her fingers up 
inside herself.

"Wait!" I whispered urgently.  "I think someone's coming.  
Don't move."

Really mean!  Rosalee couldn't see, couldn't know I was 
bluffing.  She stood there with my fingers still in her 
mouth and hers in her cunt and her heart pounding not 
only from her release but now from the adrenalin that 
fear sent spreading through her bloodstream.

Had her pussy contracted around her fingers?  Did they 
rub inside her as I leaned her sideways to supposedly 
look past her?

"I was mistaken, they went the other way."

Rosalee had her hand out in an instant.

Getting caught with a boy in the shadows would have 
earned her a lecture on being safe at all times.  Getting 
caught with her hand down her own pants probably would 
have added an extended grounding.

She raised her hand hesitantly and I copied her.  Kissing 
the middle of the raised fingers, then swallowing them 
and cleaning them thoroughly with my tongue.  My third 
distinct taste of pussy in a week - fortunately all quite 
enjoyable.

"What about you?"

"Not now.  I think we'd better go inside before they 
wonder where we've gone."

"But I won't have a chance later."

"Perhaps we can go somewhere else next week."

Asking for a second date while still on the first one 
could be considered a sign of insecurity - or extreme 
self-assuredness.

To Rosalee it was a sign that I wasn't just fooling 
around - no love 'em and leave 'em apparently.

If I'd wanted to get into her pants for my own pleasure I 
wouldn't have worried if the others were missing us.  I 
certainly wouldn't have rejected her willingness to look 
after me.

"Where?"

"You know the town better than I do.  Have a think about 
it and let me know in time for next Friday.  Not too 
expensive but don't worry if it costs a bit.  I haven't 
been spending my money on much recently - except for my 
car."

"You have a car?"  Visions of back seat romps swam past 
her eyes.

"Not quite what you think."  I held my hands apart, 
moving them around to show the dimensions.

"It is remote controlled.  A hobby of mine."

"Oh!"  Disappointment.

"Let's see how you look.  All tidy?  No adjustments 
needed?"

Rosalee considered and then did reach under to move some 
part of her panties.

"Good.  Come on then."  I pressed my lips briefly to hers 
and took my place beside her with my arm around her 
waist.  No-one gave any sign as we rejoined them but 
later I got secretive grins from the other guys and a 
raised eyebrow from Kyra.  Even Mark grinned at how 
easily I had covered my homosexuality.  It would surely 
only be a matter of time before he went on a date - with 
a girl!

I imagined him trying to cope with Rosalee's suction.  
I'm sure she wouldn't be getting fingered by him.

We didn't play any more eight ball; just standing 
together cosily watching the others until it was time to 
go outside satisfied us both.

Rosalee made sure we were ready before her mother came.  
She put her arms around my neck and kissed me, thanking 
me for a W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L night.  Could she have drawn 
out the word any longer?

It was an insight into teenage girls and how two, at 
approximately the same age, could have vastly different 
levels of maturity.  I was a bit sorry I'd gone as far as 
I had now.  Rosalee might fall for me a bit harder than I 
had expected.

I accepted a lift home and Rosalee sat close beside me in 
the back, telling her mother about the Parental Version 
of the evening.

She thanked me for the night out and let her mother 
witness a very chaste kiss as she moved to the front 
seat.  I hoped her mother had a cold or else that 
Rosalee's skirt had allowed the scent of her pussy to 
dissipate.  Since no-one had turned to look in her 
direction or had sniffed I had to assume she was safe.

When I went in and found Anna waiting up I wasn't so sure 
that *I* was.

She wanted a report!
 
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!

How the hell did I get myself into this shit?  I haven't 
had this sort of problems before.  Of course I hadn't 
used a foster-family with a horny sister as a long-term 
cover before.  Generally I had the job finished within a 
week.

I exaggerate a little though.

Anna wasn't furious with me; I think "disappointed" 
better describes her state of mind.

I had given her a rundown - on the strict understanding 
my kiss and tell would be between just we two.  It didn't 
really matter if she didn't hold her tongue though.  
Being considered a sleaze by my peers wasn't going to 
matter and I could always convince Mark and Kyra that I 
now didn't have to worry about dating other girls as none 
were likely to give me the time of day.

The ground rules established, I gave Anna a simple dot 
point review of the evening as we sat together in the 
kitchen - well away from her parents in the lounge.

 - We met outside the Pool Hall.

 - We played a few games.

 - Rosalee groped me as we stood watching so I did the
   same to her where we couldn't be seen.

(Anna frowned)

 - We went outside where I found out how much better a
   kisser Anna is.

(Frown fades to be replaced with a little smile)

 - We found a quiet spot where some tonsil hockey ended
   in my fingering her to a come.

(Serious frown now)

 - I made Rosalee taste herself and then got her to
   finger herself and let me taste her fingers.

 - We went inside until her mother came and I got a
   couple more kisses from her and suggested she work out
   somewhere nice for next Friday night.

There was quite a period of silence and Anna left to tell 
her parents she was going to bed.  She gave me no clue 
that I was wanted in her room.

It was an easy enough decision on my part though.  I had 
behaved in a manner where it might be construed that I 
had a low regard for Anna and the services that she had 
performed for me.  If I didn't go to her room it might be 
further considered that the matter was confirmed.

If I did go to her room, Anna might reject me in which 
case *SHE* was rating my worth after I had lessened the 
insult.  Or, hopefully, Anna would decide to forgive me - 
once again it being her decision not mine.

I said my goodnights as well and advised Doug and Ma when 
they asked that my date had gone well and that Rosalee 
was a nice girl.  Then I took a long hot shower (cold 
might have been better), wasting the water but enjoying 
the sharp needles turning my flesh lobster pink.  It gave 
my foster-parents time to head into their own room.

Anna's window was closed and she ignored my scratching on 
the glass.  There was no light and she could have gone to 
sleep *OR*....

I tapped lightly three times.  Still no activity.  I 
tapped again, one every second, not stopping at three.  
If she *WAS* awake I was risking making her even more 
annoyed.  It worked.

The window slid up.

"What do you want!?"

"Always you, Sweetheart."

"Don't sweetheart me!  I'm angry with you."

"Can I come in and hear why?"

"Maybe you should stay out there and figure it out for 
yourself!"  Still she moved away and didn't complain when 
I disconnected the screen mesh.

Anna sat on the side of the bed and watched me climb into 
her room.  There was enough light for me to see she 
hadn't been crying - a good sign.  Glistening wet eyes 
would have indicated she was as upset as she pretended.

"I guess you're unhappy I got into Rosalee's pants, or is 
it because I made her come?"

"You said you'd only kiss!"  Anna still had the good 
sense to whisper.  Another good sign - a truly angry girl 
might not have been so concerned with the consequences.

"I didn't go out intending any more.  It was really as a 
result of not kissing her that it happened."

"Not kissing?  But you said you did kiss."

"Come here; stand with me."

"I don't know if I want to fool around with you."

"You won't be.  I'm going to be Rosalee and you're going 
to be me.  I'm going to give you a lesson in what it is 
like to kiss another girl - or at least Rosalee."

Anna stood and let me put her arms around me.  Our 
heights weren't quite right for me to drape my arms 
around her neck - I certainly couldn't look up at her - 
but we maintained the pretence.

I wet my lips - really wet them - and pressed them to 
Anna's.  They had barely touched when I thrust my tongue 
into her mouth and began exploring the back of her teeth.  
I think Anna was suppressing a giggle - and it is not 
easy to giggle nor to suppress it while still maintaining 
a kiss.

I retreated, the tip of my tongue tempting hers into my 
mouth where I turned on the suction until she indicated 
it was too much.

"Sorry, but that's what it was like.  Rosalee is a lovely 
girl but she needs to relax a little."

"Show me the rest!"

"What?"

"I'll be Rosalee.  Show *ME* what you did."

I nodded and gave her a gentle kiss.

"That was for Anna - now you're Rosalee."

I turned her to face close to her bed and took my place 
behind her.  She was nice to hold but, really, Rosalee 
had been too.  I had made fun of her poorer points and 
betrayed what she would expect to be a confidence and she 
didn't deserve that.  I was a sleaze I guess but I could 
live with that.

"She reached back to hold me."  My arms remained around 
Anna.  She should know that I didn't initiate the 
intimacy.

Anna put her hand on my penis - hard now as it had soon 
been then.  I let her feel me for a few seconds before 
reaching down to rub my fingers lightly over the outside 
of her lips *through* her PJs.

Had I only done it for so brief a time?  Yes.  I thought 
back; we hadn't wanted to be observed.  I removed my hand 
and stepped back a little so Anna had to stop as well.

"That's it?"

"Worth making a fuss over?"

Anna shook her head.  "But she can't have come just from 
that."

"That was all that happened inside."  I took her hand and 
led her over to a suitable patch of wall.  My back to it 
and hers to my chest I cuddled her and nibbled her neck.  
I could remember the scent of perfume.  I couldn't forget 
the stink of urine.

I could also enjoy the fact that Anna wasn't wearing a 
bra under her PJs.  She was soft to hold and her nipple 
more prominent.  Perhaps I hadn't let my fingers behave 
quite so freely with Rosalee.  Artistic license!

"Should I hold you again?"

"You can; *SHE* didn't."

"In the interests of accuracy then, I suppose I 
shouldn't."

I still had a way to go before I was forgiven.

"In the interests of accuracy we should be down by the 
side of the house looking out at the street and wondering 
if anyone can see us."

"That might be fun."

"It might be at that.  You want to go down there now?"  I 
was bluffing but Anna wasn't prepared to call.

"No.  Not tonight anyway but I'll think about it."

"I bet you will," I thought.  Anna was likely to use her 
fertile imagination while seeing how much fun her little 
toy could bring her.  Actually I suspected that, with the 
frequency that I was making her come, the vibrator might 
be lying unused until I departed.

"So what did you do next then?" Anna didn't mind the way 
I was making her neck tingle but I had already told her 
Rosalee got more than that.

I slid my hand inside the waistband of Anna's PJs.  
Normally I would have played with her curls on the way 
down but tonight she was going to be Rosalee.  There was 
no complaint as I cupped my hand around the curve of her 
body but when I pressed my fingers up inside her without 
any preliminaries Anna stiffened in my arms - most unlike 
Rosalee.

When I scissored her she relaxed again.  I guess it is 
hard to be tense when your most sensitive parts start 
sending "Oh goody!" messages to your brain.

With my fingers all nicely gooey I gave Anna's clit hood 
the sort of two pronged attack that made Rosalee's knees 
weak.

Here, with less clothing between us and the still air of 
the bedroom to keep the scent around, I was aroused by 
the obvious smell of Anna's building passion.  I looked 
forward to repeating Rosalee's taste test.

From the dampness under my fingers there would be plenty 
to taste.  I dipped into the thickest flood and spread it 
around strumming the bump and massaging its sides until 
Anna needed my hand across her mouth as well.

She came, squealing against my flesh and I flattened my 
other hand against her pussy until she calmed again.

Anna turned of her own accord, put her arms around my 
neck and kissed me with all the love that recent 
satiation can bring.  I was tempted to leave our 
pretending there but I couldn't resist.

I put my fingers to Anna's mouth and, by the moonlight 
through the window, I watched her clean them.

"Can I taste you now or would you rather be Anna and I'll 
eat you."

"I'd love to be me but I don't think I could stand to 
have you eat me just yet."

She put her hand between her legs, lifted the edge of her 
PJs and found her hole.  The gooey coating I had felt on 
my fingers was now carried by hers and smeared over my 
lips.  I tasted the sauce of her sexual passion and could 
only wish for more.

"Roger?"

"Yes Sweetheart?"

"Tell me truly.  Does Rosalee taste better than me?"

Does my ass look fat?  What do you think of my cooking?  
Do you have a problem with my mother staying over - for a 
month or so?

Well I had sort of promised to be truthful, so...

"You have tasted differently at different times and I've 
liked it each and every time.  Rosalee was...well, 
enjoyable.  I wouldn't mind tasting her again but if I 
had to choose between her then and you now, I'd much 
rather this," I kissed her hand, "than her and if it was 
a case of holding either of you then this is far nicer."

I held her close.

"You aren't just saying that are you?"

"Sweetheart, never."

"Well I guess I can't begrudge Rosalee that sort of 
pleasure - certainly not if you make sure I come like 
that as well.  Will you do the same for Hailey?"

"I only intend taking Hailey out.  Now you know that 
doesn't mean nothing else *WILL* happen but, if I go out 
and come home without even a kiss, then I won't feel 
disappointed."

"If you go out and come home without a kiss *I'LL* make 
sure you're anything but disappointed."

"Oh, incentive!"  I could feel Anna's face moving against 
my chest.  I thought she might be smiling.

"Of course, if anything more than a kiss does happen then 
I don't think you'll deserve to have me help *YOU* come."

"So it's carrot *AND* the stick!"

"Ah-huh.  And I think I feel a headache coming on *NOW* 
so maybe you'll have to look after yourself instead 
tonight as well."

"Sweetheart, I think I'll be asleep before my head lands 
on the pillow and you should get to bed too 'cause we've 
both got to be up early for soccer."

"You don't think it will be safer for you to be away from 
Rosalee and Hailey when they start comparing notes?"

"They might need someone there who at least knows why 
they are at each other's throats."

"I'd know."

"I meant someone who would try to keep them apart rather 
than urging them to further bloodshed."

"You are brave!"

"Stupid maybe."

"Well there might have been a better plan."

"Oh there was," I couldn't say.  My plan had kept my love 
life very simple but Anna had changed that - though that 
wasn't her fault.  But the plan *HAD* been replaced and 
now it served the purpose of a magician's sleight of 
hand.  With people concentrating on a potentially violent 
love triangle in one direction, they missed seeing the 
more significant lovemaking going on under their noses 
and didn't even register the actual important goings on 
that involved Mark and Kyra.

The plan had been replaced but that didn't mean the new 
one didn't have its good points as well.  One of them was 
ready for her bed.

---

"Hi Mrs Jamieson.  Anna, Rosalee.  Hello Roger."

Hailey climbed into the car and sat on the opposite side 
of Anna to Rosalee who had been picked up first.

I'd already greeted Rosalee, knocking at her front door 
to collect her and escaping only after a quick greeting 
to her mother.  Anna had suggested things might be better 
managed if I stayed in the front this week.  I had to 
agree.

I told Ma that Rosalee was to find somewhere good for us 
to go on the following Friday and Rosalee seemed 
overjoyed that I was openly happy about taking her out.

It also meant that that part of the conversation had been 
finished when Hailey got into the car and she was unaware 
that I had already booked Rosalee for another date.

Similarly, though Hailey made a comment about going to 
the "Sharp Angle" that evening it meant nothing in 
particular to Rosalee even when I said that I'd heard it 
was good.

At the sports field Rosalee suggested a kiss for luck and 
Anna impishly said if I was going to be the team's lucky 
mascot I should give them all a kiss for luck.  There was 
a general agreement among the players and when they lined 
up for the ref to check their sprigs I was made to follow 
him down the line giving each one of our team - including 
Anna - a quick peck on the lips.

Anna grinned.  She had manoeuvred things so I had managed 
to openly kiss her in front of her mother.

The other team and a couple of the girl's parents were 
confused but no fuss was made and the game began.

The first half was uneventful until our team scored a 
heavily contested goal in the last ten minutes.

That might not sound like a boring game, and it wasn't.  
I mean it was uneventful regards my two dates.

At half time the girls got a brief talk from their coach.  
There wasn't much he could tell them; they were playing 
well.  After they moved around in a huddle, keeping 
muscles limber while enjoying the rest.  That was when 
the situation changed and the spectators saw two of our 
girls suddenly stop and stare at each other, each with a 
look of disbelief that we fortunately couldn't make out 
clearly from where we stood.  They turned and looked at 
me and those around them who had been listening to the 
confrontation turned to copy them.

It had been a mild confrontation as far as things went.  
Anna told me later that Rosalee had started going on 
about how great a date she had had the previous night.  
Hailey had started when Rosalee then dropped my name for 
the benefit of her team mates.

It was then Rosalee's turn to hear of Hailey's date plans 
and Anna made no attempt to smooth things over even at 
the expense of the match.

The Ref blew his whistle which curtailed the opportunity 
for further discussion - either between themselves or 
after they had trudged to where I stood down the sideline 
with Ma.

Hailey was up forward, Rosalee in defence.  It kept them 
apart through the rest of the game but that only gave 
them time to revise their opinion twenty times over and 
to refine exactly what they wanted to say.

Of course it distracted them, resulting in repeated 
shouted instruction from the sideline and their team 
mates.  They tried to concentrate and though each made 
mistakes none were serious enough to let the other team 
catch up.

"Not as good as last week," commented Ma.

I concentrated on looking where the ball wasn't.  If 
Hailey was attacking she didn't have time to check on me 
so I looked at Rosalee.  That calmed her a little.  Then 
when the other team had possession and Rosalee was busy I 
could try convincing Hailey that I was more interested in 
her than the game.

It was in the dying minutes of the game that I informed 
Ma that I was taking Hailey out that evening.  I felt it 
only fair to warn her that the ride home might be 
interesting.

"But you took Rosalee out!"

"Yeah and I like her but I've only just arrived; I don't 
*KNOW* that many people.  I don't want to get serious yet 
and figure I should see a few people."

"Did you tell the girls that?"

"Huh?"  I played an ignorant 17 year old with aplomb.  Ma 
at least appreciated it more than if I had appeared 
predatory.  It fitted with her memories of Brent at that 
age and gave her a chance to pass on some motherly 
advice.

"Don't you think it would have been polite of you to tell 
them you were going to be taking other girls out?"

I put on my confused face.  "But I haven't said they 
can't see other guys.  And besides, Anna knew.  She got 
their phone numbers for me."

"I don't think it was Anna's place to tell them, do you?"

"I guess not."

"Well I think you'd better work out what to tell them 
because I suspect it's not me they are wanting to talk 
to."

I looked back at the pitch.  The ref had blown his 
whistle to end the game and our team had quite happily 
shaken the other team's hands before heading back to 
their coach.

Well, all but two were heading in his direction.  Should 
I run?  Ma had discretely absented herself from my 
vicinity.

"Well?"  There wasn't any anger in Rosalee's voice - yet.

"Well?" added Hailey with raised eyebrows.  She wasn't 
the loser yet - she could either claim victor status or 
cancel our date and still come out on top.

"I like you both.  I don't know you well yet.  I'd like 
to.  Is that a problem?"

My demeanour suggested I was puzzled over the reason for 
the discussion.  They fortunately didn't query how, in 
that case, I so readily knew what the discussion was.

"But you..."  Rosalee stopped before she revealed too 
much before her rival.

"I had a lovely evening.  I thought you had fun too.  I 
hope we can again but I am interested in getting to know 
other people.  If you don't want to go out with me that 
is up to you but I was looking forward to next Friday."  
I turned to Hailey.  "As I am looking forward to 
tonight."

It became obvious that I had turned their indignation 
with me into a determination not to let the other girl 
get the better of them.

"The game was good to watch but I think your coach is 
wondering where you've gotten to."

Indeed the team was packing up and the three of us were 
the subject of interested observation by not only him, Ma 
and the team, but also by many of the parents and some of 
the other team as well.  Half glaring at each other and 
ignoring me for now the two girls went where they should 
have gone in the first place and I returned to Ma's side.

"Unscathed!  I'm amazed."

"They were reasonable."

"Sixteen year old girls!?"  She gave a scoffing laugh.

"Well I still think I have dates for tonight and next 
Friday."

"Stick your tongue out."

"Huh?"

"I want to see the silver coating."

She got a rude gesture rather than a simple "say Ahh" and 
laughed again.

Ma might have been relieved that there wasn't going to be 
bloodshed in the car going home but had to roll her eyes 
when Anna grabbed the front seat for herself.  That meant 
I *HAD* to have the centre position if I was to avoid any 
show of preference.

Rosalee and Hailey took the same seats as the previous 
week but Hailey must have been considering her situation 
as the first to get out.

"Can you drop me off at Rosalee's today please Mrs 
Jamieson?"

Rosalee started and glared daggers at her lost 
opportunity.  While Ma said "Okay" with suppressed 
amusement, Rosalee took charge of my right hand and 
clenched it in hers on top of her thigh.  Hailey noticed 
and gently entwined her fingers through mine on the left 
and placed them on *MY* thigh.

Anna kept looking back over her shoulder at the three of 
us and I knew she hoped things would get even more 
strained.  They did but not quite as soon as she might 
have wished.

I was reasonably silent on that part of the trip but then 
so was the whole back seat.  I let my right hand move 
slowly back and forth on Rosalee's thigh and lifted the 
left onto Hailey's.

I dared not openly look but slight movements of my head 
suggested each girl was looking at where I held the 
other's hand.  Had Ma not been there I know I would have 
teased them further.

We passed the turn that normally would have taken us by 
Hailey's house before we circled the block and headed to 
Rosalee's.  Rosalee muttered under her breath and I 
caught a glimpse of Hailey's "Ha-Ha!" smile.

Hailey's satisfaction was short lived since when we 
pulled up at the house Rosalee got out and pulled me 
physically with her.

"You can come over this afternoon if you like."  Rosalee 
rubbed a hip against my groin.

"Sorry, I can't."

"Well in that case I'll call you to let you know about 
Friday."

"That would be good."

Conscious both of Ma in the front seat and her own 
parents possibly looking out the window, Rosalee dared 
not give me the sort of kiss to take the wind out of 
Hailey's sails but instead gave me one of the best I'd 
had from her.  In trying to do less, Rosalee had achieved 
more.

Rosalee took her bag from the boot and manoeuvred herself 
between Hailey and myself, stymieing any attempt by 
Hailey to kiss me as well.  They thanked Ma and said 
goodbye to Anna.

I sat in Rosalee's seat behind Anna and waved to the two 
girls standing apart on the sidewalk.  They kept watch as 
we pulled away then Hailey picked up her bag and turned 
for home a block and a bit away.  Rosalee said something 
to Hailey but I could see Hailey totally ignore whatever 
it was.  We turned the corner and Anna burst out 
laughing.

"We were all wondering if we'd have to rush over to save 
you or maybe pull *THEM* apart.  Coach wanted to know 
what was going on and no-one would say.  It was 
hilarious."

"You sound too pleased Anna.  This wasn't your doing was 
it?"

"No Ma.  Roger has gotten into trouble all by himself.  I 
can't wait to hear what happens next though."

Since Hailey's date had been Anna's idea she got to see 
my extended tongue this time but only poked her own out 
in reply.

I wasn't worried how the two girls would deal with 
things; they would be ample cover regardless.  Since I 
couldn't be in the community for several weeks and remain 
anonymous, the next best thing was to be so blatantly 
obvious that people only saw the show you put on for 
them.  I did wonder if Ma would start to question why 
*HER* little girl wasn't good enough for me to ask out.

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