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HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather



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It seemed like such a good idea at the time. Our anniversary was coming up in a few weeks, and I had found a great deal on a vacation to Bermuda that I knew my wife would really love.

You see, six years ago, for her high school graduation, her parents gave her a trip to Bermuda. She traveled with three of her high-school buddies, and it was one of the highlights of her life, she says. Now, for our second anniversary, I was going to surprise her with another trip to her dream destination, a place she calls the most romantic place on earth.

It's a lot easier, according to some of our friends who have already started having their children, to just pick up and go when you aren't tied down with familial obligations. I guess that's true, because the deals I see for people who can travel on short notice to vacation spots are very good, indeed. And this deal was better than even those, provided we leave in two days.

Naturally, I couldn't reach her by telephone, so I left work early to try to catch her before she got too busy. She usually got home from work around 4:00, relaxed for awhile until she knew that I would be on my way home, then start to make dinner for the two of us. We would eat around 6:00, and she would run out the door right after dinner, leaving me to clean up the dishes. She's studying at night to be a chef, so our dinners tended to be on the elaborate side. My wife loves to cook, and she considers it her sacred duty to make sure that everything she prepares is done just right. The result? I've gained 10 pounds since our marriage. My work is sedentary, shuffling paper at a big insurance company, and I try to exercise when I can, but my battle of the bulge is a difficult one. I still tend to eat like I'm still playing football, as I did in high school, and our large dinners and changed lifestyle have conspired to change my profile. I do try to work it off a few times a week doing horizontal aerobic exercises, if you know what I mean, and my little sweetheart is always very cooperative, and even enthusiastic. And I'll tell you, her efforts in the sack must give her an even greater workout, since she's exactly the same size now that she was when she was leading the cheers for good old North High.



It was her cheerleading, actually, that first made me notice her. I loved seeing her in those tight letter sweaters and short skirts, shaking and jumping all over the football field.

I was a junior playing on the football team, and I loved watching all the cheerleaders. I had a lot of trouble concentrating on the game when I got to watching their backsides on the sidelines. Every time one of them would jump up in the air, I would catch a glimpse of white ruffled panties. Drove me crazy, they did. Of course, all the cheerleaders were gorgeous and athletic, and a common conversation among my fellow players when we were at practice or on the bench during a game was to rank the cheerleaders (and all other good-looking girls at school, of course) in the order in which we would like to bop them. All during the season we would revise our lists, taking into account changing tastes, how a particular girl dressed on that particular day, or whatever rumor about a girl's reputation might be running through the school. We based our rankings on such things as "boob-alicious-ness", how a girl used a straw or ate a banana, how easy we thought she might be, if we thought a girl might be a screamer or a moaner, her reputation in the school at large as well as in the locker room, or any of a dozen other crude evaluation criteria. Over the course of the football season my list changed according to my mood: sometimes it was Lisa, a varsity cheerleader who was a junior and arguably the hottest girl in the school, who was at the top of my list; sometimes it was Micki, a petite freshman with big, pouting lips who, it was rumored, was trying to earn her way onto the varsity cheerleading squad by bedding any member of any varsity sports team in school; sometimes it was Nicole, a senior who was on the yearbook staff and had been a member of the student council since her freshman year who, according to my buddies in the locker room, gave her dates exquisite hand jobs on the third date - and no more, ever; but always, among the top 3 on my list, was Melissa, a sophomore cheerleader. No "bad girl" rumors ever surrounded her, no innuendoes about her sexual prowess (or lack thereof), nothing but a general admiration for her All-American good looks and her quiet pursuit of excellence in all she attempted.

So there we all were, week after week, struggling through a mediocre season on the football field, celebrating wins and consoling ourselves on our losses in the same manner by converging as a group at Fabrice's, a local pizza parlor that catered to the high school crowd.

So there is where we all went after the game. We would all be hanging out at the local pizza joint, the team and its hangers-on around one group of tables, the cheerleading squads around another, and a whole bunch of other students who had gone to the game all around us. And there Melissa would be, sitting with her friends, always nearby, always out of reach. She had to have known that I was attracted to her. All my friends on the team knew she was always high up on my list, and they would certainly never let a teasing opportunity go by without taking as much advantage as I would let them take. And she would always play it coy with me. Looking at our table out of the corner of her baby-blue eyes, swishing her long blonde hair off her shoulder, crossing and uncrossing her long legs, leaning back and laughing at some clever thing one of her girlfriends said and pressing her sweater tight against her boobs, all the time knowing that my friends and I were over there drooling over the vision of all that lovely cheerleader poontang sitting there, not being used properly (in our sophisticated opinions anyway), and hoping that, eventually, Fortune would smile down on us and grant us a precious evening alone with the girl of our choice.

Okay, I admit it, we were young and foolish. And stupid. But Fortune did indeed smile upon me one glorious fall evening that year.



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The night before our homecoming football game, the school sponsored a big bonfire out on the baseball field, and most of the kids from the high school were there. The mood was effervescent, and my buddies and I contributed to the manic energy by throwing huge logs into the fire, laughing and showing off. Later, off in one of the dimmer areas away from the giant fire, a bunch of seniors from the football team were passing around a lot of cheap wine in grape drink bottles, and most of the team was gathered around. Since the quarterback, a senior, was hot and heavy with the head cheerleader, a lot of her friends were there also, including Melissa. Mutual attraction exerted its gravitational pull on both of us, and pretty soon we were standing side by side, shivering and stamping our feet at the cold, taking sips and gulps from the bottles as they were passed around, joking and chatting with each other and with those around us.

By the time the wine had been by us four or five times, couples had started pairing off into more private conversations. I had my arm around Melissa's shoulder, ostensibly to provide a little warmth, and our conversation got quieter and softer and more exclusive with the mood around us. We were still just talking about easy stuff, about teachers and coaches, dissing our friends, that kind of thing, but there was an undertone we were both aware of, even if we weren't actually acknowledging it. By evening's end we were holding hands and laughing comfortably with each other like we had been doing this for months. Later that night, back at Fabrice's after the bonfire, our two groups had merged, and we were all sitting at a bunch of tables moved together, still paired up and talking now as couples instead of groups separated by gender. Brad, my best friend since 6th grade, gave me a thumbs-up when no one else was looking.

The next day was Homecoming. The cheerleaders were all marching together in the parade, and the football team pretty much stayed together and soaked up the cheers and good wishes from the town. It's a great feeling to know that you are a part of all that good karma, and my buddies and I really hammed it up. At the game we all wanted to give back to the town and the school a team "thank-you" for their enthusiasm, so we really played tough, and everyone on the team concentrated on the game, so there wasn't the usual goofing off on the bench that day. I did manage to glance over at the cheerleading squad when I was not involved on the field, and a couple of times I saw Missy watching me. It kind of gave me the chills to think that she might like me as much as I liked her. But the important thing at the time was that we played well, and we won the game.

A week later a bunch of us met at the local movie theater and paired off again. I don't for the life of me remember what the movie was because I was so nervous. By the time the opening credits had finished, Missy and I were holding hands and paying more attention to each other's body language than to the movie playing on the screen. By the end of the second reel, our knees were touching, and I had my arm draped around her shoulder. She leaned in closer to me, and stayed that way until the end of the film. We were still feeling a little tentative, however, which made us sit up a little straighter than we would have otherwise. My arm started to tingle and fall asleep. but I was not going to remove it, no matter how uncomfortable I got.

At the end of the movie, just before the house lights came up, I painfully lifted my arm off her shoulder and started rubbing it, trying to get some feeling back into it. Missy glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and started giggling. My first thought was What the heck is she laughing at?, but I couldn't hold that thought for more than a moment before I started chuckling, too. It was kind of funny, I thought, to think that through most of a two-hour movie I had no feeling at all in my arm, this arm that was closest to this girl I was beginning to really like a lot.

We walked out of the movie holding hands, bundled up against the cold, and joined our friends as we all piled into cars to go back to the pizza joint. Missy and I jumped into my friend Brad's car with about 6 other kids, and she sat on my lap the whole way. I was not comfortable at all, seeing as how I had about 110 pounds of cheerleader sitting almost directly on a part of me that was getting distressingly larger and stiffer by the second, but I wouldn't have traded the moment for anything. Missy, meanwhile, kept on wriggling around, trying to make room for the other kids also wedged into the car, and incidentally increasing my discomfort. She made no indication at all that she felt me rising beneath her, other than glancing over her shoulder at me occasionally and smiling, but she certainly had to have noticed it.

By the time we got to the pizza parlor, I was in no small amount of pain, and had difficulty straightening up once we got out of the car. Fortunately, my coat was sufficiently long to hide my erection, which managed to spring up once Missy got off my lap. Standing by the car, she asked if I was all right, all the time trying to hide a rather large grin behind her solicitude. By the time I managed to stand up straight she was already tugging me into the restaurant, laughing and joking with everyone.

I imagine that nearly everybody remembers their first really good kiss. My first really memorable kiss was with Missy later that night on the ride home. Sure, I had been out with other girls before, and had played suckface and grab-ass with a couple of them, but even at the time I knew that they really didn't mean anything much to me. But that night, back in Brad's car, it was just the four of us left. Brad and his girlfriend Lindsey, me and Melissa. Brad and Lindsey had definite plans for later, I was sure, and they were gracious in agreeing to drop us off. On the way to Missy's house, the radio was playing softly, and it was lightly snowing, making it seem like we were the only people left in the world. Even with a center console on his car, Lindsey was leaning on Brad's shoulder as he drove, and Missy and I had our arms wrapped around each other in the back seat. At least part of the reason we were so close was because of the cold, but we both knew, also, that this night held something special for us as a couple, that it kind of marked the beginning of our relationship.

As we turned down Missy's street she turned to me, and her eyes were soft and blue and wistful and irresistible. I leaned over her, closed my eyes, and we softly kissed. And held that kiss for what seemed like a year. Her lips were moving slightly against mine, parted just a little, and her lipstick tasted of strawberries. After we broke the kiss we gazed at each other, both slightly breathless, both with nothing and everything to say, all of it left unsaid. We came together again for another kiss, but this one had the strength of a hunger behind it, and our embrace was tighter and more demanding. She opened her mouth slightly and touched my lips with her tongue, causing my internal temperature to flare. I reached out just a little with my tongue, touching tips with hers, and fireworks seemed to go off in my head. As Brad pulled into her driveway we pulled reluctantly apart, breathing hard. Missy's face was flushed, and she took a deep breath, and said, "Wow."

It's a moment that will live within me forever.


By the time I came out of my trance Brad was in front of my house and anxious for me to get the hell out of his way so he and Lindsey could head out to their favorite parking spot, so I said my good-byes and headed into the house and up to my room. I was tempted to call Melissa right away to try to make the magic of the night last a little longer, but decided that I had better not call her house so late and incur the wrath of her parents. After all, they were going to get to know me very well quite soon, I was sure, as Melissa and I became closer.

It was a very long time before I was able to go to sleep that night.


 

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And so it began. We started hanging out after our respective practices ended, talking for as long as we could. Missy's mother would always pick her up from cheerleading practice, and Brad was just as happy to stick around and wait for me since that gave him and Lindsey more time together, too. Missy told her mom that practice was being extended by twenty minutes, a little white lie to buy a little extra time for us. When she saw her mother's car pull into the school lot she would jump up, give me a quick wave and a smile, and run down the drive so her mother wouldn't see she was sitting around talking to a boy. The good news about this routine is I really loved watching her run down the drive. The bad news is that all the other football players who were still around also were watching her appreciatively, which I didn't particularly care for. Even Brad, as seriously in lust as he was with Lindsey, took a moment out of whispering in her ear to watch Missy run, for which he earned a killer look from Lindsey along with a slug to his arm that I'm sure stung for quite awhile. And, to top it all off, I had a feeling that Melissa's name was going to be added to a few more lists the next time we got around to revising them.

Missy's parents were very conservative and wouldn't allow her to go out on a date. Group activities were all right, however, so the next Friday we arranged to meet, as usual, at Fabrice's after the football game. Brad and I had concocted a scheme to take off right away from the pizza parlor and head out to one of the public beaches with the girls. We made sure we had some beer, some wine, and lots of blankets in the car. Missy was nervous about leaving her friends at Fabrice's, but I think she was as anxious as I was about having a little time alone together, and that sentiment prevailed.

It was a clear, cold night. We brought along a large pizza and ate it in the car at the beach, popping open the beer and wine at the same time. The windows of the car were steaming up from the pizza and the combined exhalations of the four of us, and we were all as happy as it was possible to be at that age.

When the pizza was gone we all jumped out of the car, each with a blanket or two, and we ran down toward the waterline. There were fire pits built into the ground and we found enough sticks and wood to build a small fire. The four of us dropped our blankets and ran down to the lake, where Brad and I tried to teach Lindsey and Missy how to skip stones on the water. Their efforts were pitiful, and we all ended up falling on the frozen sand, laughing until our sides ached. As we were lying there catching our breath, Missy just naturally rolled against me, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

We all got up and headed back to our meager fire. It had burned down to mere embers, giving us a point of reference, instead of heat or light. Brad and Lindsey wrapped themselves under two blankets on one side of the pit, and Missy and I spread one blanket on the ground and pulled two others over us, covering ourselves from our feet up over our heads. Within this dark cocoon we were insulated from the cold and from the rest of the world.

As we lay there we were facing each other. I had one arm around her neck, hand resting on her shoulder. I unzipped her heavy coat and slipped my other hand under her coat across her waist. Gazing into my eyes, she slowly unzipped my coat and threaded her arms inside and around me, then lifted up her face to me. She closed her eyes, and without saying a word, kissed me tenderly on the lips. Her lips were soft and creamy and again tasted faintly of strawberries. We separated momentarily, remembering to breathe once again, then slipped into another kiss. Her arms clenched, and heat suddenly poured into the kiss as I felt her mouth open against mine and the tips of our tongues met for only the second time. I felt more than heard her moan softly, and I heard myself growl as sensations I had scarcely imagined began coursing through my body. I couldn't seem to get her close enough to me as my arms tightened. I felt her leg reach around mine as if she, too, was trying to remove some distance between us. By this time our tongues were wrestling with each other, first within her mouth, and then inside mine. We were both breathing heavily, sharing the close air underneath the blankets, and the air temperature around us moderated with our exhalations and the release of our body heat. My hand, already warmed, found its way under her sweater to the soft skin beneath, and I pressed my palm against the small of her back, luxuriating in the softness of her skin overlaying the hard muscles just under the surface. In response, I felt one of her hands snake under my sweatshirt and T-shirt, caressing up and down my back and side. I ran my hand up the smooth length of her back until I felt the tight band of her bra, and slipped under the strap between her shoulder blades, and pressed her even more tightly to me. I twisted, turning her under me so that she was on her back and I was over her, still engaged in our kiss. My hand slipped back down her back, then across her waist to her stomach, still under her sweater. She broke the kiss, and I bent to kiss and suck on her neck and earlobe, creating a purring sound from deep within her. She stretched her neck up, giving me more to caress with my lips, and she brought one hand up to the back of my head, fingers running through my hair as she pressed me closer to her sensitive throat. Her leg was still running up and down mine, her knee creating contact from my upper thigh to nearly my shin. Her breathing was ragged as she pulled my face up to indulge in another open-mouthed kiss. I thrust my tongue deeply into her mouth, and felt her lips and teeth nibble along its length. At the same time she sucked in, drawing breath from my lungs into hers. My hand slipped up to her small breast, and I could feel her nipple poking into my palm through her bra. As I gently squeezed, her breath caught, and she pushed my tongue out of her mouth with hers and roughly entwined it with hers.

I broke the kiss and we both gasped for breath. She pushed her chest up, pressing her breast into my hand as her mouth opened in a silent scream. I bent to taste the skin at her throat again as I slipped my hand beneath the elastic edge of her bra and cupped her soft breast. She moaned and ran her own hand down from my back to grab my ass and pull me against her, her hips bumping against my erection almost of their own accord. I moved my hand across her chest, pushing her bra up over her small breasts, and caressed her other nipple and breast. I reveled in the shape and texture of her flesh, marveling in the sensation of finally, actually touching sensitive female parts for the first time in my life.

I slid down from her throat and licked and kissed around the circumference of her breast, massaging the other one at the same time. I took her engorged nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, causing her to groan and hold my head close to her. I opened my mouth wide and tried to suck in as much of her breast as I could, until I felt her nipple against the back of my tongue. I then licked my way over to her other breast and tasted it the same way. She was moaning the entire time, and was slowly shaking her head back and forth, lost in the feelings being transmitted from her aroused body.

Emboldened, I slipped my hand back down her as I was feasting on her breast until I reached her waist and the waistband of her tight jeans. As my fingers tried to wiggle under the denim, she stiffened slightly and, grabbing my wrist, said softly, "No, Ray. Please don't."

I acquiesced and brought my hand back up to play once more with her turgid nipple. I scootched back up and kissed her eyelids, her cheekbones, her earlobes, and finally planted soft kisses on her lips. As our lips touched, she once again opened her mouth and stretched her tongue in search of mine. I squeezed first one breast, then the other, as our tongues battled, alternately pinching and caressing each distended nipple in turn. Finally, almost as an antidote to the intense heat we were generating for each other, our mouths slid apart, leaving trails of moisture along each other's cheeks, and our arms and hands left their caresses and moved to each other's back, each of us pulling the other into a fierce hug.

"Oh, Ray," she whispered in my ear, "I'm afraid."

Surprised, I arched back and looked into her eyes. They were soft and doelike in the darkness of our hideaway.

"Why are you afraid?" I asked her.

She pressed herself back against me, hugging me, and didn't answer for what seemed like a long time.

"I'm afraid of my feelings for you," she said so softly I almost couldn't hear.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say anything. I did kiss her again, though, and it must have been the right answer, because she kissed me back, hard.

Just at that moment we both heard a keening wail that started low and quiet, and built up into a very loud, ululating cry. It seemed to come from just on the other side of our fire pit. It caused us to sit up in alarm and look over at the pile of blankets just beyond the embers. All we could see was the pile jerking up and down, and then stopping as the cry faded into the night. When we realized that the sound was coming from Lindsey's throat, we looked at each other and began to giggle and extricate ourselves from our own twisted covers. When the blankets fell off us, the cold air hit us hard enough to take our breath away as we struggled to rearrange our clothes and zip up our coats. As we were getting up and folding our blankets, Brad and Lindsey emerged from their shelter, clothing completely disheveled. They saw us and stopped, apparently having forgotten that we had come with them, then looked at each other sheepishly. They stood up, blankets around them, and hustled off toward the woods, away from the dim firelight, to put their clothes back on. They walked back toward us in a few minutes, arm in arm, and we all started laughing again as we packed up our gear into Brad's car.

As we climbed into the car, Brad started it up. We were waiting for the car's interior to warm up, cuddled together two by two, when Brad said, "Sorry about that, guys. We didn't realize we were making so much noise."

This caused us to break up laughing again at the ridiculousness of the situation, four voices raucous in the enjoyment of their youth.

"Just drive, Bucko", said Lindsey, giggling.

All the way back to Missy's house we were holding tightly onto each other, alternately kissing with a renewed passion and gazing wordlessly into each other's eyes, until all too soon we were pulling into her driveway. Almost immediately her porch light came on, so she reluctantly let go of me and slid over to the door. She leaned back over and gave me one last scorching kiss, then opened the door, and with a soft "Good night", left me cooling and suddenly lonely in the back seat.

I stared into nothingness, thinking about Missy and the evening until Brad dropped me off at my house.


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

( 2001, Rev. Cotton Mather



HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather



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After our last home game the whole gang was invited to a party at Brittany and Jared Felson's house. Brittany was a junior on the cheerleading squad, and her brother was our star running back. Since everyone was going to be at the game, we agreed that we would go to Fabrice's for our usual post-game pizza, and then head over to the Felson house. That would give Brit and Jared time to get home and get things set up the way they wanted before everybody showed up.

At the pizza parlor, Melissa was nervous about her parents finding out about the party, even though her curfew had been extended for this evening. She ended up calling home from Fabrice's so that her mother could hear all of us in the background. This way, according to Melissa, her mom wouldn't think she was with just one boy, but was safely enjoying herself in a large group.

We headed over to the party. Brad and Lindsey were only going to stay for a little while, and then they were heading off to one of their secret hideaways by themselves. They promised to be back at the party in plenty of time to give Missy and I a ride home, as usual. We got to the house as two more cars pulled up, and the whole large group of us walked in and joined about 20 kids already at the party. We found where the sodas and snacks were put out, and helped ourselves before wandering off to find some of our friends. The radio was playing and there were some kids dancing in the family room. We chatted and goofed off with a bunch of people scattered throughout the family room, kitchen and living room of the first floor, until somebody mentioned that there were more kids in the finished basement. We found the stairway and went down into a large room, lit only by one light by the staircase and a few scattered candles. There was a stereo playing softly, and we could see that this was a much quieter crowd. There were a couple of groups of kids, but mostly this was the "couples" area. Once our eyes adjusted, we could detect couples scattered on the floor around the perimeter of the room, taking advantage of the surroundings. We stopped to talk with some friends by the couch for a little while, but it was plain to both of us that we were drawn toward an empty dark corner.

Eventually we found our way over to the corner, taking our sodas with us. We sat on the floor side by side and watched the dynamics of the room for a little, occasionally commenting on some surprising pairings that were being temporarily created by the tides and eddies of the party. I slipped my arm around Missy, pulling her closer to me. She rested her head on my shoulder, her hand resting casually on my knee.

"We're nearly alone again," I said softly to her. "Are you still afraid?"

She turned to look up at me briefly, and then relaxed back against me. "Not yet," she replied.

I cupped her chin in my hand and gently lifted her head up and leaned down to give her a tender kiss. She reached up with her right hand and tangled her fingers in my hair behind my ear as we kissed.

"But then, we're not exactly alone like we were last time," she said with a smile.

"True," I agreed. "But I don't think anybody is paying any attention to us anyway," I added.

She looked up at me seriously for a moment. "And a good thing, too," she said as she pulled me down for another kiss. We both slid to the floor, facing each other. Missy was next to the wall and I had my back to the room as we rolled into each other's arms. Our kisses became sweeter and hotter and more demanding as the room, and its other occupants, seemed to dwindle away from us.

Once again my hand found the bare skin of her lower back under her sweater, a sensuous strip of nakedness that created a delicious heat in my solar plexus. I knew that this was not the place to continue our explorations of before, so I contented myself to this small pleasure. As her tongue and mouth became more insistent, I felt her reach down to my belt and tug my crotch into hers as she once again wrapped her leg around mine. My rigid cock, standing up in my jeans, pressed against her pubic area. It seemed like I could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her crotch, and the sensation went right to my bloodstream, making my cock even harder, making my hips rub into her. Her hips started to bump into me, creating an exquisite pressure pulsating between us, and I lowered my hand onto the firm cheeks of her ass and pulled her into me. She moaned into my mouth, and sucked my tongue into her insistently, and reached down to the small of my back with both hands and clenched me tightly to her.

I don't know if it was a conscious decision on her part or not, but she had chosen to wear a pair of cotton blend pants with an elastic waistband this evening. The harder, thicker material of my denim jeans only had to transmit through two thin layers of cotton to create a rough and intense rubbing sensation against Missy's virginal slit. Almost without volition I slipped my hand under the elastic of her pants, and under her silken panties, to caress the bare skin of the ass I had admired for so long. As I ran my hand down onto her butt, she broke our kiss and pulled my lips to her throat. I kissed and licked her from her ear to the base of her throat, thrilling to the softness of her skin, as she held me even tighter and jerked her hips into me.

All of a sudden she tensed, then frantically rubbed her pubic bone against my erection, and her breath caught in her throat. I looked up at her to see her eyes wide and unseeing, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her face tensed up in anticipation. She rubbed against me, and then her hips gave me one more hard bump. The force of that last jerk caused my erection to hit and glide across her flowered pussy lips, stimulating her clitoris, and it sent her over the edge. She bit down on her lip harder, and she started to let out a squeak that climbed the register, until it became a soundless exhalation. My hand on her smooth ass pressed lower and harder until I could feel the secretions of her orgasm soaking her panties and oiling my fingertips.

As she slowly relaxed and came down from her high, I slipped my hand out from her pants and hugged her to me. She rested her cheek on my shoulder for a moment, and then lifted up to kiss me softly and sweetly.

"I guess I got a little excited there," she whispered. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah," I said softly. "I'm probably going to walk funny for the rest of the night, but other than that I'm okay. Maybe even more than okay."

"Oops," she said sheepishly. "Am I leaving you in pain?"

"It's okay, kiddo. Nothing that about an hour in a cold shower won't cure."

She reached down between us and rubbed my erection through my jeans for just a second.

"I don't think that's helping," I said to her in a bit of a panicky voice.

"No? I'm sorry, Ray, it's just that all this is new to me. Am I doing something wrong?" She had a worried tone in her voice that calmed me down, even as her hand kept on running up and down my erection.

"No, you're doing something too right, but please stop. I'm going to have an accident in my pants if you don't," I said as I held her hand still on my rampant cock.

"I don't want to be the source of your discomfort, Ray. What would you like me to do, considering the surroundings?"

"What I'd like to do is continue what we've started, but somewhere else. Considering the surroundings, though, I guess I'm just going to have to put up with blue balls for the time being." Missy looked hurt at that, so I hurriedly added, "I'm just kidding, Missy. I'm really fine...or at least I will be in a minute."

I smiled at her, and gently removed her hand from my crotch, then kissed her again. We sat up against the wall and looked for our sodas.

"Was that the first time you've cum?" I asked her quietly.

She blushed and lowered her head, and looked up at me shyly through her eyelashes. "Well...not the first time I've cum...but the first time I've had help."

"Wow, really? I'm glad it was me, then, who was here to help you."

"I'm glad, too," she replied. She had a mischievous smile on her face that made her look very wise and very sexy. I wondered what she was thinking.

When Lindsey and Brad came back to the party, they were both breezy and friendly. I, on the other hand, was suffering from a bit of sexual deprivation, brought on by our session in the basement. Missy grabbed our coats, along with Brad's keys, and told Lindsey that we were going to warm up the car for them, and suggested that she and Brad take their time.

We got out to the car and Missy started it up and put the heater on high, then climbed into the cold back seat with me. She immediately wrapped me up in a hug.

"I'll try to make it up to you sometime, Ray, I promise. Be patient with me, okay?" she whispered.

I put my arms around her and bent down to kiss her. She pulled my arm from around her waist as we kissed, and took my hand in hers. She then placed my hand on her soft breast underneath her coat, and then dropped her hand onto my thigh. My cock immediately inflated to capacity and began throbbing. Still kissing me hard, she moved her hand up to rub my erection through my pants. I could feel the precum bubble out, moistening my underwear, just at this almost incidental contact. As she stroked my rigid cock, I squeezed her breast, feeling her nipple expand and poke through the layers of cloth. Missy unzipped my pants and reached in to pull my fat cock out through the opening in my shorts. It was my turn to groan and moan as my temperature climbed and my swollen cock pulsed in her tiny hand. She looked over my shoulder and saw Brad and Lindsey walking out of the party, so she lay down on the back seat and rested her head on my lap, facing the seat. She grabbed my coat and pulled it down to hide my erection, and brushed her hair across my lap.

"Tell them I'm tired and that you think I might be asleep," she said to me quietly, a gleam in her eye.

Brad and Lindsey got into the car, and glanced at us in the back seat. In answer to their unasked question, I told them that Missy had fallen asleep, tired from the long week. They looked doubtful, but turned around and started driving off without comment.

Missy, meanwhile, had not relinquished her grip on my turgid cock. As soon as she felt the car moving, she resumed stroking me, taking care to cover her movements as much as possible.

For my part, I was having considerable trouble keeping quiet during her ministrations. I was breathing through my mouth, trying not to scream out loud, as the sensations coursed through me. She was inexperienced but enthusiastic, and I had been on the edge for hours at that point, so the end was near.

Suddenly I felt my balls constrict, and I clutched Missy's upper arm in warning. She was prepared, though, and continued to stroke me as I started to cum. She held a wad of tissues in her hand over my cock as I spurted, her other hand continuing to milk me. As the last feeble spurts pulsed, she removed the soaking tissues and gazed at the drops of sperm spilling down from the head to land on her fingers as they were wrapped around me. She reached out with her tongue and licked the drops off, tasting a boy's cum for the first time, then lowered her lips around the head of my flushed cock, covering the entire head, and sucked hard.

I very nearly lost it right there. My eyes nearly popped out of my head from the sensation her sucking caused, and my hips pressed up at her. She held the pressure of her lips on me for a moment more, then pulled my cock slowly out of her mouth and licked her lips as she looked up at me with laughing eyes. She tucked my deflating cock back into my pants and relaxed back down into my lap and closed her eyes, pretending once again to sleep until we got to her house, where she slowly raised up, as if groggy, and said good night to Brad and Lindsey. She kissed me and held me close.

"I didn't want to leave you to suffer from blue balls. Good night, sweet dreams," she whispered to me.

I was astounded. It was the last thing I expected to happen that night. I was thinking that I would be jacking off half the night trying to relieve myself from the party, fantasizing about Melissa, instead of enjoying a post-orgasmic laziness in the back of Brad's car.

She surprised me that night, and I think that was the first time I started to think that I might be in love with her.




- 5 -

"Hey, Doofus!"

I turned around at hearing the familiar voice. Jared Felson was walking toward me down the hall. His locker was just down from mine, and we often stopped to talk before our first-period class.

"You talking to me, Shit-for-Brains?" I grinned at him.

"Shit for brains? Me? I'm not the one who's got the brown eyes, oh observant one."

"Just because the eyes are brown doesn't mean I'm full all the way up to there with bullshit, like a certain overconfident running back I happen to know," I shot back.

"Hey, not overconfident, just sure of my abilities," he replied. "Besides, I'm not the one who was walking out of the party Friday looking like I was constipated and in some serious pain," he added with a grin.

"Well, that was Friday, and I'm feeling right fine on this Monday morning, but thanks for your concern," I said.

"So, Ray, what's up with you and the delectable Miss Melissa? Brit tells me you guys disappeared into the basement for quite awhile, and didn't hardly come up for air."

"You know," I said, looking up and down the hall. I really didn't want any eavesdroppers on this conversation. "I saw your sister down there too, but I'm surprised she even noticed us. She looked like she was too busy liplocked with Donny to pay attention to anything else."

Jared looked pained when I said that. I knew he wasn't terribly fond of Brittany's boyfriend.

"Ah, shit, you had to go and tell me that, didn't you? Well, at least it was our house, and there were a bunch of us around. That little fuck wasn't gonna try anything much with most of the football team there. I just wish Brit would get tired of his skinny ass soon. I'm tired of his smirks, but I can't kick his ass while she's still hanging on to it," he said.

"Maybe she just needs a little of the good lovin' from the Ray Machine," I said to him, giving him my best Groucho Marx eyebrow shimmy.

"Nope," he said with a smile. "You're too tall and big for Brittany. She likes 'em skinny. Besides, the Ray Machine is, I believe, in the process of being wrapped up and stamped with a big 'Hands Off' sign by someone else in a letter sweater."

"Does this mean that Melissa is coming off your list now, buddy?" I asked.

"No way!" he called back as he walked toward his first-period classroom. "She stays on the list until she finds out what a true doofus you really are, and decides to try the obvious quality of a star running back instead!"

"Ain't gonna happen, Jared. She doesn't know any quality running backs!"

We waved at each other across the sea of heads starting to fill the hallway as we went our separate ways.


Later that night I just couldn't resist. I was tired and cranky from doing homework and not being able to talk to Missy. Fuck it, I said to myself, and I called Melissa's house.

"Hello?" It sounded like her mother had answered.

"Hi, is Melissa there?"

"Who is calling, please?" She sounded suspicious.

"Um, this is Ray. I'm in her Algebra class, and I have a question about our homework," I said.

There was a pause. "Just a minute," she said. I heard the handset hit something hard. There was a loud thunk, then silence.

A small voice came on. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's me," I said.

"What are you doing?" she fiercely whispered. I think she had her hand covering her mouth and the microphone on the handset.

"I just wanted to talk to you. I told your mother I had a question about Algebra."

"Algebra?" she said louder. "Just a minute, I'll get my notebook." Then, quieter, she whispered, "Don't hang up."

After a couple of minutes I heard another telephone being picked up, and Missy's voice called out, "Mom! Hang up the downstairs phone! I've got it up here!"

She waited until she heard the click of the other telephone hanging up, then whispered to me, "What, are you nuts? You know how my parents are!"

"I missed you. I didn't see you all day today, except at lunch. Besides, they're going to have to find out about us someday, aren't they?"

"Yes, of course, but not TODAY, you goof! What am I going to do with you?" she said, almost to herself.

I lowered my voice into what I hoped was a seductive tone. "Would you be open to some suggestions?" I asked.

"Ray! You are terrible!" But I could hear just a trace of a giggle in her voice. Score another point for the Ray Machine.

"Listen," I said quickly. "A bunch of kids are planning on getting some rooms at the Holiday Inn for after the Snowflake Dance in December. Do you think you can talk your folks into letting you stay out all night?"

"Oh, God. I doubt it, I really doubt it. Besides," she added pointedly, "nobody's even asked me to the dance yet."

"Hey, not my fault," I said hastily. "Your parents haven't let you date yet, and I didn't want to be turned down, you know?"

"Well, they might make an exception for one of the big events of the school year. I'll work on them. Does this mean that you're going to ask me out if I can convince them that I'm old enough to go out on a date?"

"You could ask ME out, you know. It shouldn't always be up to the guy anymore."

"With my parents, that'll be the day," she grumbled.

"Okay, if you insist, then I'll do the asking. Melissa Samuelson, light of my life and holder of my heart, will you accompany me to the Snowflake Dance?"

There was a pause long enough that I wondered if she was still on the line.

"Do you mean that, Ray?" she asked quietly.

"Of course I do, Missy. I would like you to go to the dance with me. What did you think?"

"Not that part, dummy. The other part."

"What? Light of my life and holder of my heart?"

"Yes, that part. Do you mean that?"

Suddenly I knew that this was very important to her. The glib answer I had ready died on my lips.

"Yes," I said softly. "I mean it. I belong to you until you send me away."

There was another long pause. Then, so softly I barely heard, she whispered, "Thank you, Ray. And I am yours, too. Good night."

And with that the line went dead as she hung up the phone.

Oh my God, what did I do? I thought to myself. Suddenly I was nervous. Did I just commit to something? Did my mouth just make a promise that my body wouldn't be able to keep? Christ in a Bucket, I hope I didn't just step into some very deep shit, I thought.


I didn't sleep very well that night.




- 6 -

Two weeks later I was going to eat dinner with Melissa, her little sister Megan, and her parents at the Samuelson house. All week long Missy was coaching me about her parents, desperately wanting me to make a good first impression. I was pretty desperate, too. I was having nightmares about dribbling ice cream down the front of my suit, or sneezing a big goober out all over the table, or some such other calamity during dinner with her parents. I was nervous as hell about it, but no matter how bad it got for me, I knew it was worse for Melissa.

She was getting a lot of flak from her parents about bringing a boy to dinner, and her sister was incessant in her taunting. For an 11-year-old (never a good age anyway, in my book), Megan seemed to be particularly annoying and spiteful, and I hadn't even met her yet.

"Missy," I finally said in exasperation, "you're 15 years old. What do they want to do, keep you in a convent until you're 21?"

"Probably," she muttered. We were in the library, having gotten passes out of our respective study halls so we could be together for a little while. "But until I can talk some sense into their thick heads, we've got to do it this way. So lighten up, Raymond."

We had only been seeing each other for a couple of months, but I knew when she called me Raymond, that I had better pay attention. Who says a 16-year-old hormonally charged jock couldn't learn anything?

"Remember. With my dad, a firm handshake is necessary, but don't squeeze so hard you crush his fingers. Look him in the eye when you're shaking his hand, but not in a challenging way. Don't disagree with him if he says something you think is wrong; just keep your mouth shut. I know it isn't right, but just do it, for my sake, okay?" She looked at me with those big blue eyes, her head down so she was looking askance through her eyelashes. Who could resist?

"Okay, I've got it. Meek and mild, that's me. Agreeable right down to my shoes."

"And don't let Megan get on your nerves. She will try, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but really, how much trouble can an 11-year-old really be?"

"Hoo, boy, do you have a lot to learn," she said.



So there I was that Friday night, driving in my dad's car over to Melissa's house for dinner with her family. I had a fresh haircut, I was showered and shaved, and so nervous I thought I'd sweat right through my suit coat. I kept on wiping my sweaty palms on my pants, vainly trying to will myself to calm down. I managed to park in her driveway without knocking down any trees, or driving over any rose bushes, which, considering my mental state, was an accomplishment. I knocked on the door, half hoping they had forgotten about this and had gone out somewhere. I was relieved when the door opened and Missy was there. She was dressed in a simple black sweater with gray pants. There was a fine gold chain with a small pearl pendant around her neck. She had curled her blonde hair so that it lay on her shoulders, soft and lustrous. She had never looked lovelier.

"Pow," I said, gazing at her in awe.

She blushed, shook her head, and dragged me into the house by my arm. She looked around quickly, then reached up and gave me a quick peck on the lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick.

"Take it easy, Ray. You look like you're walking to your own execution. It's only dinner," she said with a bit of a smirk.

She led me into the living room. Her father stood up and strode over to us.

"Daddy, I would like you to meet Ray Kennedy. Ray, this is my father."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Samuelson," I said as I held out my hand.

"Ray," he acknowledged, as he grasped my hand and shook it. 'Melissa has been telling us about you."

"Only the good parts, I hope," I said. I glanced at Missy, but she seemed fairly calm, not really nervous at all. Maybe, I thought, things will go okay after all.

"Sit down for a moment, Ray," said Mr. Samuelson. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Melissa, would you like to offer your guest something to drink?"

She jumped slightly, caught by surprise, and asked what I would like.

"Uh, just water is fine with me, thanks," I said.

"I'll take a glass also, please, Melissa," said her father. He turned his attention back to me. "So, Melissa tells me you are in the 11th grade."

For the next half hour he grilled me on school, my grades, football and basketball and baseball, my college choices, my career choices, and a dozen other subjects. About the only thing he didn't ask me was my hat size. By the time he was done, I felt like I had been wrung out and hung up to dry. Missy's mother dropped it briefly to be introduced, and then she hustled back toward the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. Missy sat by me on the couch when she was not needed in the kitchen, which probably tempered her dad's questioning somewhat. I was grateful for her presence. There was still no sign of her sister Megan.

Finally, Mrs. Samuelson announced that dinner was ready to be served. We all stood up, and Mrs. Samuelson ushered us out of the living room and into their dining room. There were only four places set at the table.

"Oh, by the way," said Mrs. Fergus, "Megan is eating dinner at Ivy's house tonight. She'll be home at about 7:30."

We sat down, and Mr. Samuelson said grace, and we started passing food around the table. The conversation became lighter as we ate, now that the ice had been broken, and I started to relax a little. Missy gave me a quick secret smile as she passed the vegetables.

Mrs. Samuelson was a good cook, and I was effusive in my compliments. She tried to pass it all off as a normal Friday ritual for them, but I thought she looked pleased with my comments. Mr. Samuelson looked on, all seriousness, but I think he was a bit amused. The good news, in my opinion, is that I made it through dinner without sneezing out a big goober all over the table. I took it as a small victory over my nightmares.

After dinner we wandered into the family room for coffee and dessert. I heard the front door open and a loud voice called out, "I'm home!" The door slammed, and we heard the sound of feet pounding up the stairs.

Mrs. Samuelson got up and went to the bottom of the stairs and called up, "Hi, dear. Come down and meet Melissa's friend from school."

The feet came pounding back down the stairs, and a small, thin and gangly dark-haired girl walked into the family room.

Mrs. Samuelson introduced us. "Megan, this is Ray. Ray, meet Melissa's younger sister, Megan."

I said hello to her, but she just stared at me without saying anything.

"Megan? What do you say?" asked Mrs. Samuelson.

"Did you kiss her yet?" Megan asked sarcastically.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"I said, did you kiss her yet?" she repeated. "Or should I use smaller words for you? You don't look all that bright."

"Megan, you are such a brat!" cried Melissa.

"Oh, did I hit home?" said Megan. She sashayed over to sit on the floor by the fireplace. "Or are you just too much of a Little Miss Perfect to sully your lips with someone else's germs?"

"Mother!" cried Melissa. "Can't you do something with her?"

"Megan, you must be nice to Melissa and her friend," chided Mrs. Samuelson.

"Oh, all right, I'll be nice," she sulked. "I always have to be nice 'cause Missy is always so perfect. 'Why can't you be like Missy?' I don't WANT to be like Missy. I am myself. I'll NEVER be like Missy." She looked around the room, daring anybody to disagree with her. "So, Ray, what do you do? You look like a jock. What do you play?"

"Ummm...well, I was on the varsity football team, and I'm on the basketball team, and then in the spring I'll probably play baseball..."

"I play soccer," Megan interrupted. "None of those other sports interest me. Have you ever played soccer?"

"Well," I said hesitantly, "I played for a couple of years, but I wasn't real good at a game I couldn't pick up the ball in, so I dropped it."

"Figures," she muttered. "Just another brainless jock who doesn't understand a game he can't play."

I turned to Melissa. 'What a sweet sister," I said to her. "I think I know now why there are only two kids in this family."

Mrs. Samuelson choked on her strawberry shortcake, and Mr. Samuelson nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee. Melissa looked as if I had struck her.

Oh shit, I thought to myself. I've really cooked my goose now. I was just about to apologize when Mr. Samuelson burst out laughing.

"By Christ, that's a great comeback, Ray," he said, still chuckling. "Megan, I don't think he is quite as brainless as you think he is. And he's right, you have been a brat. It's past time you apologized to Ray and to Melissa for your behavior."

Megan looked sullen. Finally she said, "Okay. You're right. I apologize. I'm sorry you're a brainless jock." She stood and walked out of the room and up the stairs. We heard a door slam.

Mrs. Samuelson turned to me and said, "I am so sorry for that, Ray. Megan, I'm afraid, is quite headstrong. I'll go talk to her."

"No, no, please," I said. "Don't go up there and make matters worse on my account. I was out of line, and I apologize to both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Samuelson, and I will be happy to personally apologize to Megan, too."

"Sit down, Ray, and stop talking nonsense," said Mr. Samuelson. "Megan deserved it, and she's going to have to accept the consequences of letting her mouth run. Linda will handle her, and I will have a little chat with her, but you have nothing to apologize to her for. Now, tell me about this Snowflake Dance that Melissa has been bending our ears about."


An hour later, I felt like I had been through a negotiating session with Yasser Arafat. I was exhausted from the experience of dinner with the Samuelsons, but by the end of the evening both Missy and I felt very good about how it all went. Her parents had accepted me, and Missy could stay out until 2:00 AM the night of the Snowflake Dance. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot more than Missy ever expected her father to agree to. I said good night to her folks, and she walked me to her front door. We stepped through, and she softly closed the door behind her, then wrapped her arms around my neck and stretched up to give me a soft, sensuous kiss. I hugged her tight to me, glad the ordeal was over, and playfully grabbed her earlobe between my teeth.

"Careful," she whispered huskily. "Don't start something you won't be able to finish tonight." She rubbed her hips against me then, and kissed me hard, then let go and turned to go back in. She turned with her hand on the doorknob and said, "Way to go tonight, Ray. You were a star."

"Just trying to come through for my Missy girl," I said, the very picture of modesty.

"Well, you did come through, but I think it was for both of us," she said with a smile. "Tomorrow at Fabrice's?"

A grin traced itself across my face. "Tomorrow it is," I said.

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HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather



- 7 -

On the night of the Snowflake Dance, we were meeting three other couples at a seafood restaurant called Chesapeake Bay for dinner before the dance. I drove over to Missy's house to pick her up at 5:00. Mrs. Samuelson opened the door after I rang the bell, and ushered me into the living room to wait for Melissa to finish getting ready. Mr. Samuelson joined us, a camera in his hand, and Megan was with him.

"Well," she said, "if it isn't the jock with a brain. Ray, isn't it?"

"Hello, Megan," I said politely. "How's your indoor soccer team doing?"

"I'm on two teams, and both of them are winning more than we're losing," she replied. "Which is more than you can say about your football team this year."

She was trying to get under my skin, I could tell, but I wasn't going to fall for her trap.

"You are absolutely right about that," I said. "We did kind of suck, didn't we?"

She looked surprised that I would admit it, and it shut her up for a few minutes. Just then, we heard Melissa come down the stairs, so we all went out to the entryway.

She was so lovely she took my breath away. Her long blonde hair was piled elaborately on her head in swirls and curls, with just a few strands artfully escaping along the back of her neck. Her dress was a low-cut powder blue spaghetti strap number that accentuated her narrow waist and revealed just a hint of cleavage. She was wearing her pearl pendant on its gold chain, and it was resting on the flawless skin below her throat. It was a tossup whether the pendant enhanced the throat, or the throat enhanced the pearl.

"Humma humma," was all that would come out of my mouth. I was in awe that this extraordinary creature had consented to go out with me.

Even Megan seemed to be standing there with her mouth open, as if in shock. Mrs. Samuelson went up a few steps to meet Melissa and fussed with her skirt a little, then stepped back to admire her oldest daughter.

"Okay, kids, let's get some pictures here," cried Mr. Samuelson, breaking the spell. He lined us up and took practically a whole roll of photos of Melissa alone, Melissa and me, Melissa and Megan, Melissa and her mom, Melissa and Megan and me, then handed the camera to me and instructed me to take a couple of family photos.

By the time we finally were able to get out the front door I was seeing spots before my eyes from all the flashes from the camera. We were both relieved to be out of the house and on our way.

We walked into the restaurant, already crowded with the usual Saturday night crowd compounded by quite a few tables filled with kids heading to the dance, and found Brad and Lindsey already at the table, along with Jared with his date Mattie. As we sat down, the fourth couple in our party, Marcus and Katie, spotted us and made their way to our table.

"Boy," said Jared, 'I thought Mattie's parents would never get done taking pictures."

"I know what you mean," said Marcus as we all nodded our heads in agreement. "You should have seen us. Katie had to have her picture taken with every one of her brothers and sisters, plus a couple of cousins, then the aunts and uncles and moms and dads. I'm half surprised they even remembered that I was there."

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," said Katie. 'Just because I have a big family doesn't mean it took any longer than anyone else. Right, girls?"

"Too true," said Lindsey. "If you want to get dressed up, you've got to put up with the pictures. Deal with it, guys. It'll be even worse at your weddings."

"Provided, of course, you can find any girls desperate enough to want to marry you guys," added Mattie with a laugh.

"What, we're good enough to dance with at school, but not good enough to marry?" asked Brad. "That's a hell of a note."

"Hey, lover boy, I'm just using you for a good time," said Lindsey as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Brad's arm. She looked up at him coyly. "But that's all right too, isn't it?" She exaggeratedly batted her eyes at him.

"Yeah, I can see it now, written on the bathroom walls in girl's johns from here to Pittsburgh: 'for a good time call Brad'," he said with a grin.

"In your dreams, pal, in your dreams," I said, laughing.


The dance was everything you'd expect a high school dance to be. The girls all looked gorgeous, the boys were dressed to the nines and acting oh so sophisticated. There were the few complete losers there, guys who still thought a white T-shirt painted to look like a tuxedo was a cool look, and there were some teachers and a few parents acting as chaperones, standing around trying not to look at the kids dancing too closely and kissing too intently during the slow songs. We all put in our time there, but we knew that the real party began sometime after the dance ended.

Toward the end of the dance, quite a few couples were starting to drift out. The group of us said our goodbyes to our friends and we headed out to our cars, anxious to get to the hotel. Jared and Mattie had reserved a suite, where we would all congregate for our party. There were about 10 other couples who had reserved rooms at the same hotel, and about 15 couples who were invited to the post-dance party. We all arrived at pretty much the same time, entering the room in an excess of swirling taffeta and silk and velvet. Jared already had a bar set up in one corner, with beer, wine, liquor, and soft drinks, and snacks were set up around the sitting room. I grabbed a glass of wine for Missy, and a beer for me, and we started chatting with some of our friends. There was quite a bit of noise in the room as 30 people jostled around in their finery, getting drinks and wandering from group to group. As we were talking with Marcus and Katie, Brad and Lindsey joined us. I felt Brad touch my arm to get my attention, and he slipped his room key into my hand. I looked over at him, startled. He opened his other hand and glanced down, silently telling me to take a look. I looked down, and saw he was holding a second key in his hand. He gave me a quick wink, and he and Lindsey wandered off.

Just holding that key in my hand made my blood start to rush. I could feel my temperature rising, and I started to perspire from nervousness. I was losing track of the conversation as my mind raced around the possibilities that the room key represented. Fortunately, we were joined by two other couples, and Missy and I made our excuses and wandered back toward the bar.

"Is everything okay?" Missy asked as we walked away.

"Oh, yeah," I said quietly. I showed her the key. "It's Brad and Lindsey's room," I said.

"Why do you have the key?" she asked. As soon as she asked the question, I could see the answer come to her. She gave me a look I had never seen on her face before, and she leaned in to me to whisper in my ear. Her voice was suddenly huskier than normal as she said, "What did you have in mind?"

That was all it took. The blood rushed immediately from my brain directly to my cock, and the testosterone took over. I refilled her wine glass, grabbed another beer, then took her hand and led her away toward the door. Fortunately, there was a fair amount of activity by the door, with people coming and going from their rooms to the party room, so nobody thought anything of us walking out, hand in hand. I could feel her hand was sweating just as much as mine was, and I could see the nervousness in her eyes. We found the elevator, and punched the button to go up to the floor that Brad's room was on. As soon as the elevator door shut, I slipped my arms around her and pulled her in to me. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and gave me a strong, heated kiss that caused me to moan involuntarily. The doors opened, and we took turns pulling each other toward Brad's room. I fumbled with the key, and finally got it to work. We opened the door and turned on the light, then stepped into the room.

As the door shut, we were faced with the reality of our rush to be together. It was a small room, with two double beds side by side, made up with green floral bedspreads. There were reading lights over each bed, a dresser with a television on top of it, and a small closet with no door. There was a doorway leading to a small bathroom. I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand between the beds and saw that it was 11:30. There was plenty of time for us before Missy had to be home.

We turned to each other. I could see she was even more nervous than she had been before, and I felt like my stomach held an entire extended family of butterflies. My knees felt a little watery, and I was afraid I was sweating right through my shirt and tuxedo jacket. As she gazed at me, she reached back behind her and turned off the light. The curtains were open, giving off a soft glow from the city lights outside, 10 floors below us. It was a comforting amount of light for both of us, and I could feel myself calm down as I slipped my arms around her waist and gathered her to me.

Her arms went around my neck, her fingers playing in my hair, as we kissed while standing there. Her lipstick tasted of strawberries, her breath was sweetened by the wine, and her tongue slipped out and touched the tip of mine lightly, playfully. I hugged her tightly to me, running my hands up from her waist to her shoulder blades and back.

A small, low sound came from her, and she broke our kiss. She gazed up into my eyes, and I felt like I was being measured. I tried to stand up taller and straighter as she studied me. I could see in her eyes as she made her decision, and she tugged me into the room, toward the farther bed. She pushed me back until the edge of the bed caught me behind my knees, and I sat down. She slipped into my lap, then pushed me back so I was laying down with her on top of me. She took my head between her hands and kissed me again, long and deep, as I lay there, trapped in a tangle of arms and legs. I reached behind her and found the top button of her dress and fumbled around until it popped open, then slid my hands down to the next button. I managed to undo four buttons when she sat up, reached behind her, and unbuttoned the rest. She stood up to remove her dress, and walked over to hang it up in the closet. I sat up and took off my jacket and cummerbund, throwing them onto the other bed, then untied my shoes and kicked them off. I looked over as Melissa finished hanging up her dress. She was still wearing a half-slip with a strapless bra, and the silken material clung to her hips enticingly, falling in folds around her knees. Her soft blonde hair piled above her pale neck, along with the light peach color of her slip, gleamed palely in the gloom. In the dim light she looked like a goddess rising out of the mist, beautiful and terrible in her power. At that moment, gazing at her, I knew I was lost.

She looked over at me and smiled shyly, breaking the spell. I scooted back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and patted the mattress next to me. She walked around the bed and lay down next to me, her head on my chest, her arm draped across me. I held her to me, resting my head on the top of hers, her hair soft and smelling faintly of some sort of flowery rinse. My fingers drifted across her cheek to beneath her chin, and I raised her face up to mine for a soft, lingering kiss. I slipped down to lie next to her, and wrapped her up in my arms. The heat of our kiss flared, and our mouths opened against each other. Our tongues battled for supremacy, snaking and writhing, tasting and flavoring. I think I moaned, and I felt more than heard her purr and moan in unison. I reached around her, dragging my hand up from her waist across the satin smoothness of her skin, and cupped her covered breast. She moaned louder, thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, and pressed her chest harder into my hand. I squeezed and explored first one, then the other breast through the flimsy material of her bra. I abandoned her breasts for a moment to reach around behind her, searching for the clasp. She helped by twisting in my direction, and I found the clasp and managed to release it with one hand. I slipped under the material, back around her body to her breast, my fingertips exulting in the roundness of her body, the feel of her hard ribs overlaid by the soft, pliant flesh of her small breast. Her nipple expanded as my palm rested on her, and I pressed and squeezed as she encouraged me with the force of her kisses.

I grasped her loose bra and pulled it off her and dropped it beside us. Melissa brought her hands around and began to unbutton my shirt. When she reached my pants, she pulled the shirt out and ran her hands back up my chest and up my shoulders to get the shirt off. I sat up momentarily to remove my cufflinks and pull the shirt off my arms, then lay back down and pressed myself to her, for the first time reveling in the feel of skin on skin as our upper bodies molded together. I kissed and sucked her soft skin behind her earlobe, then left moist trails with my tongue and lips down her neck to her throat. She drew her head back to expose more of her throat to my attentions as she ran her hands up and down my bare back. I used my fingertips to play with her turgid nipples, one to the other, running the flat of my hand down one breast, across her chest, and up to the other breast, teasingly drawing out the play of my fingers across her responsive flesh.

I kissed and licked my way down from her throat to her chest and licked the salt from her skin around her soft mounds. Down and around, first one breast and then the other, licking and kissing the undersides, the shallow valley between, then over the tops, moving in slow concentric circles around her swelling breasts as she arched up, anxious to feel my lips upon her tips. As my mouth was making its slow, agonizing way around her boobs, my right arm slipped down her back, under her half-slip, under her silken panties, to caress the smooth, soft globes of her ass. As my hand moved down, her leg cocked, opening herself to my caresses. I felt my fingertips trace down the crack of her butt, glide over the puckered flower of her asshole, and find the downy, moist presence of her pussy lips.

As my tongue and lips teased her swelling breasts, riding the rise and fall of her heavy breathing, she twisted her torso slightly, trying to move her swollen nipples into my mouth. In her excitement, she clutched the back of my head with one hand, while the other was clenched against my ass. As much for my own pleasure as for hers, I finally relented and took her rigid nipple into my mouth. I licked and lapped at her nipple, then opened my mouth wider and tried to suck her whole breast into my mouth. As I felt her turgid nipple on the back of my tongue, I heard her groan and felt her shudder. I clenched her soft butt and tried to pull her against my crotch in my excitement, and her reaction was to pull me in toward her in response. I released her breast and licked and nuzzled between her boobs to her other neglected nipple and repeated my suckling. My hand moved from her butt around her hip to her tummy, underneath her elastic waistband, then moved slowly down until I could feel the beginnings of her soft pubic hair on my fingertips. She hunched her hips up into my hand, and my fingers slipped into her slit. My fingertips parted her moist lips, releasing a flood of her nectar. I pushed my fingers deeper into her pussy, feeling the petals and folds yielding before me, until I came to the ridge of her virginal hole. I dipped my middle finger into her to the first knuckle, marveling at the heat and the tightness, and dragged some of her oils back up her slit until I felt the fleshy ball-bearing of her clitoris. I rolled her clit between my fingers as she huffed and huffed and nearly bucked off the bed. I released her breast from my lips and she pulled me up to her for a fierce kiss, and began to struggle with the snaps of my trousers. She was practically in a panic to get my pants off, snatching at the top snap and trying to lower the zipper. Finally she broke our kiss and concentrated on her task. I stopped all my ministrations to help her, and together we managed to push my pants and underwear down to my ankles, where I could kick them off onto the floor. She instantly grabbed my stone hard cock with her small hands, one exploring the shaft and the other caressing my balls, eliciting a storm of pleasure careering up from my center. She pushed me onto my back and bent down to examine me in the dim light, using her thumb to spread the moisture leaking out around the mushroom head of my aching cock as she manipulated my balls and scratched with her fingernails at the underside of my scrotum. I watched as her tongue snaked out and licked softly at the head, creating a twitching in my muscles from thigh to stomach, then licked down the length of my cock and up the underside as if it were a fleshy popsicle. She then opened her mouth and took the entire head into her hot mouth, pressed her lips tight, and sucked hard.

I lost it. With no warning at all, my cock pulsed and the cum streamed out into her mouth. The first spurt caught us both by surprise, and her eyes opened wide as she jerked up, instinctively swallowing the first mouthful. My cock popped out of her mouth just as the second spurt sprayed out, catching her in the cheek, as her hand continued to milk me. By the seventh feeble spurt, I was feeling spent and out of breath, and Melissa was still gazing with bright eyes, fascinated, at the aftermath of my explosion.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed as she wiped off her face with a corner of the bedspread. "Does that always happen like that?"

"You caught me by surprise," I sighed as I lay there catching my breath. "I don't think anything quite like that has ever happened to anybody before. Missy, you are incredible!"

She relinquished her hold on my dick and scooted up the bed to lie beside me. "I didn't do hardly anything," she said shyly.

"Boy, now I feel really bad," I said. "I haven't done anything for you."

She snuggled up next to me. "Not true," she replied. "I feel really happy right now, Ray. I don't think I've ever felt this close to anyone ever before." She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze. I kissed the top of her head, my arms around her, and she lifted up to give me a soft kiss.

As she turned in my arms to kiss me, she slipped one leg between mine. I could feel the heat and the moisture from her drooling pussy against my leg, causing my prick to twitch back to life. I crushed her to me, suddenly anxious to make her cum as hard as I had, and pushed her back until she was laying on her back and I was over her, my leg insinuating itself between hers. Our tongues battled once again as I ran my hand up her body to her swollen breast. I roughly squeezed and pulled at her breast and nipple, creating an undulation in her hips against me. She emitted a soft, high whining sound, breathing hard into my mouth as her internal temperature climbed nearly to a flash point. I rubbed my knee against the crotch of her panties, which were now completely soaked through. My hand moved from her breast down her stomach, under the waistband of her panties and half-slip, and directly onto her engorged clit, while at the same time I broke our kiss and bent down to take her enlarged nipple between my lips and teeth. I bit down lightly on the fleshy nub as I twirled her clit between my two fingers. As soon as I started stroking it, she tensed up, eyes shut tight, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. I watched her face as her orgasm washed over her, all the while flicking and rubbing her tiny nub. As she climaxed, she grabbed my hand to stop its manipulation, squeezing my wrist hard and unconsciously digging her nails into my skin, whining and moaning the whole time.

After she came down from her sexual high, she opened her eyes and stared at me. I whispered to her, "Boy, that was quick. You were really ready."

"Shut up and get in me," she said intensely.

I looked at her, surprised. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't have any protection."

"I don't care, I just know I need you right now." She convinced me by reaching up and giving me the hardest, hottest, wettest kiss of my life. "Now, Ray, before I change my mind. I want you."

She reached down and fondled my cock. I was surprised to find that it was as hard as it had ever been in my life. When did that happen? It certainly was a convincing element. I sat up and began pulling off her slip and panties. She reached down to help me, finally flinging them off onto the floor. . She sat up, reached up to pull clips out of her hair, and ran her fingers through her long blonde tresses. She lay back, legs bent and spread, arms out beckoning to me, her hair spread out around her head like a yellow halo.

I was powerless to resist. Not that I wanted to resist, understand, but even if I had not been completely smitten by her, I would not have been able to keep from doing what she was expecting. I slipped into her arms and she wrapped her legs around me. My stiff cock was resting against her pubis and tummy, and she rubbed herself against me in anticipation as we melded together for another open-mouthed kiss. She reached down between our bodies and grabbed my shaft, positioning the head at the entrance to her opening. She rubbed my tip up and down her slit, gathering moisture, and then pressed herself up against me. I felt the tip enter her as she let go and crushed me to her once again. She spread her legs even further apart and tried to hunch herself onto more of my cock. She was unbelievably tight, and the drooling moisture from her cunt and from my cock created a hot, wet, completely desirable environment, unlike anything I had ever felt or even imagined before. Slowly, agonizingly, more of my cock slipped into her. She moaned into my mouth, working her hips back and forth, trying to fit more into her. There was no resistance except for her virginal tightness, and I slowly entered her deeper and deeper. Her heels moved up to below my ass, and she was pulling me into her with her legs. She broke our kiss and threw her head back as if she were in agony, her mouth open, her breathing ragged, her eyes wide and unseeing. I bent down and sucked and bit her earlobe, and she screeched and jerked upwards with her hips. The final inches of my iron cock slipped into her. I could feel her pubic hair tickling me, my balls resting against her upturned ass.

"Do me," she chanted, "do me, do me, do me."

I began moving. Out, then in, then out nearly all the way, until just the helmeted head was still buried in her. I plunged back in hard and deep, and her hips crashed up to meet mine. She was unbelievably wet, unbearably hot, crushingly tight, and I was in a place I never wanted to leave. She met each stroke with an equally powerful one of her own, pushing with hips and pulling with her legs simultaneously. I was lost in my own haze of intense pleasure, but I could still hear her ragged breathing on my neck as I chewed on her ear and nuzzled her throat. It was a good thing I had cum once already, as the heat and the wetness and the constriction of her virgin walls were combining to toss me over the edge into oblivion. I had never felt anything even remotely like this, and even the fevered imaginings of a hormonally charged teenaged boy could not conceive of the actual sensation of the skin of a rigid cock sliding against the slick walls of a willing, young pussy.

It has been said that everyone remembers the first time. It was Missy's first time, and it was my first time, and I couldn't think that anything could be as memorable as this. I couldn't imagine a better feeling with anybody else, a better fit than the way our bodies molded together. Her breasts were mashed against my chest, her nipples still engorged and rubbing against my own. I arched up and gazed down at her, watching her breasts sway with our movement like a sponge in a tidal current. Supporting myself on my arms, I reached down and caught one of her nipples between my teeth, then suckled at her breast. She arched up toward me in an unconscious response, pushing her chest at me as she moaned in pleasure. When she did this, she used her heels against my ass as her leverage, which pushed my cock further into her until I bumped against her cervix, my balls pressed against her butt.

Her whole body contracted, and she began to screech breathlessly as her orgasm took her. I grunted, pushed, and surrendered to my own climax. I was in her as far as I could go when my balls contracted and pulsed, filling her cavity to overflowing with my seed. The intense pleasure streaked along every nerve fiber of my body, from the tip of my cock to the center of my brain, tidal waves crashing against granite cliffs. Her nipple popped out of my mouth in my convulsion as the waves crashed, receded, then crashed again. I could feel the muscles of her cunt squeeze and release around the full length of my cock, milking the last dregs from me and keeping me hard within her.

At last, entirely spent, I collapsed on top of her. I felt her body relax, her legs falling back to the bed, her arms around my neck. She covered my neck, my face with little kisses, and as I rested cheek to cheek I could feel the intermingling of our sweat with fresh tears tracking down from her eyes. As I recovered, my cock shriveling inside her, I looked at her face in concern.

"Are you all right?" I asked. Her tears worried me.

"More than all right." She squeezed me tight, and gave me a soft, tender kiss. "This is the best night of my life."

"But you were crying. Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, God, no! Nothing could be righter! You are sensational, fantastic, stupendous, wonderful. Should I go on?"

"No. Well, yes, if you insist. No, wait, if everything is good, why were you crying?" I asked, confused.

"You dope, I'm happy. Girls cry when they're happy sometimes. It's one of those girl things that guys claim they don't understand, I think. Anyway," she continued, hugging me to her, "I am delirious, ecstatic, madly happy, and it's all your fault, Ray my love, my first love, my onlyest love."

I moved to take my weight off her, and my shriveled cock popped out of her vagina as I rolled off to the side. I could feel our combined juices on my dick and balls cooling as we lay there. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled back up to me, pulling her legs up to rest her thighs against mine.

"I really didn't expect this to happen, Missy. I'm sorry I didn't pull out in time. I'll bring some protection with me from now on," I promised.

"I was expecting this to happen, Ray, so don't worry. This is a fairly safe time for me, and I wanted our first time to be free, just us, if possible. But, God, we did make a mess, didn't we?" And she started giggling as she felt down between her legs.

"You know what I always say, Missy girl, the messier the better. Hah!"

"You DON'T always say that, and you know it!" she laughed. "Come on, we have to get cleaned up and get back down to the party before Lindsey and Brad decide they need the room. Get up out of bed, lazy boy, and get dressed. I need to use the bathroom." With that, she pushed me right off the edge of the bed onto the floor, then laughed out loud.

"Hey!" I landed on my ass with a grunt. "Sure, use me and then kick me out of bed. My life as a high-school gigolo."

"You don't even know what that means, sport." She stretched in satisfaction, then sat up and looked around. "Where is my underwear?"

I held up her panties and half-slip for her to see. "Here, Milady. And what will you give for these?"

She looked at me for a moment, and said seriously, "I've already given you the only truly precious gift I can give."

I looked at her. Her mood had changed abruptly. "I know you have, Melissa. And I have given you my gift, also. I know it's not supposed to be as important to guys as it is to girls, but it's important to me. It's you I choose to give this gift to, because..." I paused, suddenly hesitant to continue. "Because I love you," I finished.

She looked at me in shock. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, "Don't toy with me, Ray. Just because we've made love doesn't mean you are IN love. Don't say it unless you mean it, Ray."

I felt almost insulted. "Don't you think I know the difference? I'm not just the dumb jock that your sister thinks I am, am I? When have I ever lied to you? And why do you think I would be lying now? Come on, Missy, give me a break!"

She threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Oh, God, you're right, Ray, I'm so sorry! I know I shouldn't doubt you, but what we've done here tonight can never be taken back, and it makes me nervous. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I believe you, I love you, I love you, I love you!" She was fierce in her commitment as she squeezed my neck with all her strength.

I hugged her hard, and then pressed my closed lips to hers. "And I love you," I said against her mouth. She opened her lips and we kissed each other to seal our words.

Suddenly she jumped up, grabbed her clothes out of my hand, and ran into the bathroom. "I'm leaking all over the place!" she wailed, and laughed delightedly as she closed the door.

I collapsed against the wall, exhausted from our exertions and the emotional intensity of the past few minutes. I looked across the bed at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and saw that it was almost 1:00 AM. I dragged my sorry ass up and retrieved my clothes from the floor and got dressed. I tried to brush the wrinkles out of my tuxedo trousers, with little luck. Oh, well, I thought, they'll just look like I slept in them.

Missy came out of the bathroom wearing just her half-slip. She started to put her arms up to cover her breasts, then put them down again, blushing slightly, as she came up to me. She stood up on tiptoe and gave me a soft kiss, then handed me her soaked panties.

"A little memento for you to carry around for awhile," she said with a small smirk.

She found her bra and put it back on, and slid the dress over her head. I helped her button it back up, it being the gentlemanly thing to do since it was I who helped to unbutton it in the first place. She looked in the mirror at her hair, and got her brush out to work on it.

"Wait," I said, taking the brush from her hand. "I'll do that."

I began to brush her long hair while she reapplied her makeup and lipstick. After a few minutes she took the brush back and said, "Good enough, Ray my love. Thank you, but I guess I'll just have to walk into that party wearing my 'just-fucked' look, won't I?" There was a twinkle in her eye as she said it.

"I wouldn't mind if you always walked around with that look," I murmured half to myself, "as long as it was me who caused it."

She laughed delightedly, and turned around to give me one more sweet kiss. The strawberry taste was back on her lips.

- 8 -

So, from that evening on, none of our friends could mention one of our names without saying the other. It was always "Ray-and-Melissa", as if we were one person instead of two.

And perhaps we were. The "I" had almost automatically become the "We", with no regrets on Missy's part or on mine. We were in love, and it seemed like the entire school knew about it almost as soon as we did. Her parents had accepted the fact that I was important to Missy, and treated me with cautious respect. I, in turn, grew to really like both her mother and her father, and even Megan lost interest in being adversarial after awhile.

We went to a New Year's Eve party at Brad's house a few weeks after the Snowflake Dance, and we sneaked up into Brad's room and were making love at the stroke of midnight, for only the second time in our lives. By then I had bought some condoms (that first time at the drug store is always a nerve-wracking adventure for a teenager), and we were looking forward to using them all up. Missy discovered a taste for sex, and her limber body served us both very well over the rest of the school year.

For her birthday in May, her parents invited me to the family party. There were about 20 people there, all members of her extended family. I lost track of all the names, having only eyes for Missy. I got her a little gold locket on a golden chain, and gave her my class ring to wear on the chain. Then I brought out a boombox and slipped in a karaoke tape of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen" and sang loudly and badly to her, in front of her family and God and everybody. She claimed she was mortified, but she still couldn't hide the absolutely delighted smile on her face as I made a fool of myself for her.

All that summer, we were hanging out together. We would go to the beach with Brad and Lindsey, or head down to Fabrice's in the evening to meet up with a bunch of friends. She ate dinner at my house nearly as often as I ate over at hers, and we spent hours on the telephone when we weren't together, talking about whatever came into our heads.

Football practice and cheer practice started about the same time later in the summer, and by then I had bought my own beater to drive around, so I picked Missy up every day and drove her to the high school for our practices, then drove her home, usually via the Dairy Queen or McDonald's, afterward. We inaugurated the back seat of my car on the first weekend I owned it, crawling into the back with a blanket and a box of rubbers at the start of the triple-feature, and crawling back to the front, tired and sated, by the middle of the third movie. By the end of summer, for my birthday, she got me a couple of CD's and wrote a note on a small slip of paper and put it inside the card she had gotten me. The note said that she had visited her doctor, and had convinced her to write a prescription for birth-control pills, which she had been taking for a month. That night we experienced, for the first time since THE first time, the closeness of intimacy without latex intervening. It was the best birthday present I have ever gotten.

But then the hard truth of the old expression "No Good Deed Ever Goes Unpunished" revealed itself. It was Labor Day weekend, and Missy's family was taking advantage of the long weekend to visit relatives out of town. A big group of us new seniors, mostly guys on the football team with their girlfriends and a few other friends, headed down to the beach at one of the lakes nearby to picnic and take advantage of the hot weather before school really kicked in for the year. There were maybe thirty of us scattered along the large beach and camping area. Kids started arriving by midmorning on Saturday, and a lot of us were planning on staying at least until Sunday evening, as long as the weather held. Marcus Delaney's older brothers, both in college, joined us with a bunch of their friends, and they picked up a couple of half-barrels of beer for everyone to enjoy.

Brad, Jared, Marcus and I all pitched our tents around a fire pit near the edge of the park. Lindsey was coming up Saturday afternoon with Mattie to spend the night. Marcus and I were bachelors for the weekend, so we made sure our tents were a little separated from Jared's and Brad's, so they would have a little more privacy. After setting up our campsite, the four of us ran down to the beach and into the water, tossing a football back and forth. Pretty soon we had enough boys and girls to organize a touch football game, so we moved up to a grassy field and played until we were all exhausted, hot and thirsty. On our way past our campsite, I stopped and picked up some Gatorade for the four of us to chug down before we started in on the beer.

We ran down to the beach and jumped in the water to cool off. Most of the guys were wearing either swimming trunks or cutoffs, and we had shed our shirts during the game. The girls usually had on a tank top and shorts or a bikini, and they didn't hesitate before hitting the water either. There was an extravagant amount of tempting female flesh exposed, and most of the unattached guys were hovering around the girls with their tongues hanging out, like hound dogs in heat. Even some of the attached guys couldn't help looking, me included. Most of the girls were there with a guy or with a group, but that didn't stop the guys from acting like they had never seen a female before. It was kind of funny to watch.

There was a fire going and hot dogs on the grill, so we all loaded up on hot dogs, chips, cookies and beer after cooling off in the lake. Some of the kids were starting to get a little sloshed, not being used to drinking beer in quantity, or the heat and the sun, or not eating enough. I saw a couple of girls flirting pretty heavily with some of the college guys, but didn't think much of it at the time. One of the girls was Micki, a tiny sophomore who made the varsity cheerleading team, a very cute little thing with big, pouty lips that almost seemed to beg for a cock to suck. I personally knew of about 10 guys who had, indeed, had those lips wrapped around their dicks, as she tried to fuck her way onto the cheerleading squad as a freshman. She was hanging onto the arm of one of the older guys, looking like she was never going to let go. He sat there by the fire next to her, feeding her sips of beer from his cup and letting her demonstrate her talents by holding a hot dog up to her mouth for her to eat, with a shit-eating grin on his face. For some reason, it bothered me. I wasn't too concerned about Micki. She was experienced enough, I reasoned, to take care of herself under most circumstances. But these college guys that came with Jerry and Ev, Marcus's brothers, were unknown to us. Just because they brought the beer did not make them part of our circle of friends, after all.

Just at that moment, Lindsey and Mattie showed up. They had also brought three other girls from school, Bridget, Natalie, and Allie. They gathered up Brad, Jared, Marcus, me, and Antonio to help them set up their gear, so I forgot about Micki and the college kids and walked back to the parking area with the rest of the group.

By the time we got done rearranging our campsite to accommodate three more tents, the sun was on its way down toward the horizon, and it was starting to cool off. We each paired up with one of the girls and walked through the woods, gathering sticks and small logs for our own campfire later that evening. Allie and I took the area by the parking lot, and we chatted and laughed as we gathered wood. Allie was one of the starters on our girl's basketball team, a senior, and had always been a jock. She had never ever shown any interest in dating, and in fact had turned down every invitation she had gotten, but she was an open and friendly kid, tall and attractive with long dark, almost black hair. I'd known her since about the third grade, and we were pals through and through. She knew Missy well, and she had told me early on in our relationship that she thought we made the perfect couple. Allie and I could sit next to one another, hold hands, and talk of the deepest personal things, and there would still be absolutely no hint of any sexual attraction between us. It was very weird, believe me, having a girl friend who wasn't a girlfriend, if you know what I mean.

Around sundown, Jared and Mattie hopped in Jared's car and trekked back into town to pick up some pizzas for our dinner. When they returned, they jumped out of the car, triumphantly holding up their prizes: they had brought back with them marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars for making S'mores, along with more chips and popcorn and sodas and beer. We all gathered around and feasted in a junk-food frenzy until we were too full to move. Of course, with the beer, this brought on a burping contest among us guys, to the disgust and giggles of the girls. Allie outdid us all, however, with a monumental burst that must have started in her legs, coming out deep and sonorous and resonating throughout our campsite. Marcus suggested a farting contest, but we all declined. We weren't THAT drunk.

We could see that a lot of the other campsites were starting to quiet down also, though there was still a big, raucous crowd around the college campsite. One half-barrel was empty and lying on its side like a giant's discarded beer can, and the second one had been tapped. Brad and Lindsey said their good-nights and headed for their tent, and Jared and Mattie followed shortly after. Marcus, Allie, Bridget, Natalie and I sat around our campfire, adding wood occasionally, and swapped scary stories and urban legends. Finally, the activity combined with the sun and the beer caught up with all of us, and we said good night to each other and headed for our respective tents.

Sometime later, I'm guessing about 2 hours after I had fallen asleep, I woke up desperate to take a piss. I crawled out of my sleeping bag and unzipped the tent, slipped into my tennis shoes, and padded softly through our silent campsite toward the woods. I entered into the trees and started to relieve myself, when I heard some voices in a nearby clearing. As I was finishing, I suddenly heard a female voice cry out in fear or pain, followed immediately by a sharp male voice. I headed toward the sound of the voices, crouching down and moving as quietly through the pine needles and deadfall as I could, until I got to the edge of the clearing. There was about a 3/4 moon out, and it was a clear night, so I could see my surroundings very well.

In the clearing were three of the college guys, standing around a moaning, limp form on the ground. One of the guys knelt down and slapped the body on the ground, and growled, "Keep your mouth shut, bitch, until we tell you to open it."

The body on the ground rolled over into a fetal position, covering her head with her hands to try to ward off any more slaps, but she was in no shape to be effective in her defense. Her elbow moved out of the way for a moment, and I could see it was Micki on the ground. She sounded hurt, and her movements looked like she was either passing-out drunk, or she was injured. Her tank top was torn, and her bra gleamed whitely through the torn fabric. The kneeling kid reached for her shoulders and pulled her roughly around and onto her back, and then rudely shoved his hand down her pants.

"I'll get her lubed up for us," he said with a smile as he looked up at his friends. "Man, she's been asking for it all night long. It's time she got what she deserves. She'll be walking sore tomorrow, right, guys?" he said with a laugh.

"Oh, yeah, I can't wait to get into that tight little ass," said one of his friends. "And those lips! I'll bet she can suck the chrome off a tailpipe!"

The third guy looked hesitant. "Uh, guys, this isn't right. Jimbo, let her go. She's practically passed out. Just let it alone."

Jimbo looked up at him, his hand still buried in her pants. "Hey, Carl, if you don't want any of this, just walk away. Nobody's stopping you. But I'm going to enjoy myself here. This bitch has been hanging all over me all night, getting me all worked up, and I'm going to give her what she's been asking for. If you want to pass on it, that's up to you."

"It isn't right, Jimbo, and you know it. Steve, what about you? Do you think this is right? It's rape, man. Look at her, she doesn't know what she's doing," pleaded Carl.

Steve just looked at him, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, without saying anything.

"Okay, man, if that's how it's going to be played, count me out." Carl turned and walked out.

"Aw, fuck him," said Jimbo. "Come on, Steve, give me a hand here. She's squirming around too much to get these clothes off her by myself."

Steve crushed out his cigarette and bent down to help his friend. I stepped into the clearing, about 10 feet away from them, but they were to engrossed in their task to notice me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I said quietly. My blood was raging, and the adrenaline was pumping into me until I thought I would explode.

Jimbo looked up, surprised. 'Who the fuck are you?" he asked. "Either turn around and walk away, or else give us a hand here with this bitch."

Steve looked at me fearfully as he knelt there. He was closest to me, and his hands were still on Micki's shorts, trying to unbutton them. He was small and skinny with bad skin, and I could see the sudden panic in his eyes.

I lashed out and kicked him in the face. His mouth snapped shut with the contact, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose. He went down hard and didn't move. I jumped over Micki as Jimbo started standing up. He was shorter than me by about 4 inches, and I outweighed him by at least 30 pounds. He had medium-long dirty hair, and he had three small gold hoops in each ear. He had been drinking heavily, which seemed to give him an inclination to fight, but he was outmatched. I was bigger than him, plus I had been working out for football. He was still rising when I backhanded him across his cheek. He staggered, but did not go down. He stood, bellowed, and charged me. His head was down, so he couldn't see me very well, and I sidestepped him and gave him a shove to help him on his way. He fell in a heap, and I jumped onto him and snapped his head back with a fist to his nose. I felt the cartilage of his nose crunch on impact, and his head hit the ground hard. I grabbed him by the hair to hold him, and then slipped my index finger through each of his earrings, one at a time, and yanked them out. As each earring tore through the flesh of his ear, he gave out a scream of pain and tried to buck me off. By the time I was finished with him, blood was streaming down both sides of his neck, and the fight had gone out of him.

His screams drew attention, though. Marcus's brothers, Jerry and Ev, came running up, with Carl on their heels, and stopped short just as I was climbing off Jimbo.

"What the hell happened here?" demanded Jerry.

"Your buddies were only trying to rape Micki," I said heatedly. "I got here just as they were getting warmed up."

"He's right, Jerry," said Carl. "I was coming back to get you guys to try to talk some sense into Jimbo before he made a big mistake. This kid must have gotten here right after I left."

"I saw you leave. I thought you were just going to let it happen," I said to Carl. "I wasn't going to just stand by and watch."

Jimbo was sitting on the ground, moaning and pressing his hands to his damaged ears. Ev walked over to Steve, who was just beginning to groan in pain and roll around. Micki, meanwhile, had managed to sit up and lean against a log, looking wide-eyed at the scene around her.

Jerry looked at me, and then extended his hand. "Thanks, man, for intervening. These guys were friends of friends. I really didn't know them. I apologize for this. Don't worry, Ev and Carl and I will take care of these pieces of shit now. Ev? Grab that sorry motherfucker and haul him back to the campsite. Carl, give Jimbo a hand. Hey, Jimbo, it looks like your nose is broken. Does it hurt, man?"

Jimbo just nodded his head.

"Good," said Jerry disgustedly. "You will need a reminder of just how fucking stupid you are."

Jimbo hung his head as Carl reached out to help him stand. Steve was on his feet by now, but he was still pretty unsteady, and Ev was hanging on to him. They all walked slowly back to their campsite.

Jerry stopped and turned back around. 'I owe you, Ray. You did great. Do you need a hand with her?" He nodded in Micki's direction.

"No, thanks, I'll take care of her," I said. I walked over to her and put my hand out for her to grab, then pulled her up. She stood and moved in to give me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my waist. She was shaking and starting to cry, a delayed reaction brought on, no doubt, by the alcohol in her system and the shock. I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her back toward my own campsite.

She didn't say a word as we walked slowly over to my tent, holding on all the way. Her head was down, resting against my chest as I helped her along.

"Where's your tent, Micki?" I asked.

She just shook her head. I reached down and lifted up her chin to look at her, and saw her tears tracking down her dirty cheeks.

"Where's your tent?" I asked again.

'I don't have one," she said. "I wasn't going to stay, but then the girls I came up here with wanted to leave, and I didn't, so they left and I stayed."

A dilemma. But, once you begin an action as a Good Samaritan, you can't quit halfway through, so I mentally sighed and resigned myself to finishing this.

"Okay," I said. You'll stay here. Here's a towel and some water. Why don't you clean yourself up a little, then crawl into my sleeping bag. I'll wait out here until you're comfortable." I gently guided her toward the flap of my tent, then let her stoop down and go in by herself.

As soon as the flap closed, I heard her call out. 'Ray? Are you still there?"

"I'm here, Micki. I'm not going anywhere. Just let me know when you're ready, and I'll come in."

I heard her rustling around for a few minutes, until she finally called out softly, "Okay, Ray. I'm ready."

She was bundled up in my sleeping bag as if she were intensely cold, with only her head showing. Her eyes were wide and she still had a frightened look in them as she watched me crawl in. I lay down on top of the ground sheet next to her.

"I don't know how to thank you, Ray," she said quietly. Tears started leaking from her eyes again, though she wasn't sobbing.

"Hey," I said. You just got caught up in a situation. I'm just glad I came along when I did."

'Me, too," she said. "God, how could I be so stupid?" she suddenly wailed, turning away from me.

"Micki, don't beat yourself up over this," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. "Those guys should have known better than to try to take advantage of you. You may have been careless, but they were the ones creating the problem."

She turned back around and wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands. "Thanks," she said. "But you really laid into them, didn't you?"

It was my turn to feel embarrassed. "Yeah, I did, I guess," I said. "Go to sleep, Micki, and we'll talk about it in the morning, okay?"

I could see her eyes were drooping even as I said it. She nodded, then sat up quickly, still clutching the sleeping back tightly to her, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She lay back down and was asleep in minutes.

I was cold, and the aftermath of the fight contributed to my shivers. I got out a sweatshirt and put it on, then lay down again and huddled against the side of the tent and tried to sleep.


When I woke up in the morning, I was cold and stiff. I rolled over and looked over at Micki. She was looking back at me, watching me quietly.

"Good morning," I said. "How do you feel?"

"Like shit," she said. 'I've got a headache, and I'm sore all over."

"I'm not surprised," I said. "You were not in good shape last night. Let's see if we can get you something to eat. It'll make you feel much better."

"Um....I don't have a top to wear. Mine got all torn up. I'm not wearing anything right now," she said.

"Oh," I said. I had forgotten about her ripped tank top. "Well, you can wear one of my t-shirts. Here," I said as I rummaged around looking for a shirt for her, "try this one on."

She took it and disappeared into the sleeping bag. There were mysterious movements and bulges, then her arms appeared, and she pushed the sleeping bag down as she wriggled out.

"Thanks, Ray," she said, eyes downcast. The t-shirt was huge on her.

'Come on, let's find some food," I said, grabbing her hand.

She pulled me back before I could move and looked pleadingly at me.

"Please don't say anything to anybody about what happened last night," she implored. "I don't want anybody to know about this. Please?"

"Okay, Micki," I said. "Anything you say."

"Do you promise? I mean it, Ray, no one. I feel stupid enough without everyone pointing and snickering at me for the rest of my life."

"Micki, I don't think it will be as bad as that, but if you insist, okay. I promise." I had no clue at the time just what keeping that promise would cost me shortly.

I opened the flap of the tent, still holding her hand, and we stepped out into the sunshine.

Everybody else was already up and around the campsite, tending the fire or getting ready to cook breakfast. It was like somebody yelled "Freeze!" All seven of them stopped what they were doing and stared at Micki and me.

I heard Brad say, "Oh, shit," almost at the same time as Allie whispered to herself, "What is she doing here?" I mentally kicked myself. Fuck me with a baseball bat, I thought, how is this going to go?

Micki stopped short, still holding on to me, and looked around nervously.

"Uh," I stammered, "this isn't what it looks like..."

"No?" said Lindsey coldly. "And just what is it, if it isn't what it looks like?"

"Ray?" Micki said quietly behind me. "Maybe I should just go."

"Come on, Lindz, you know me better than that," I pleaded. 'Micki just...uh..."

"I thought I knew you, Ray," said Lindsey. "I think I know HER, too." Her stare in Micki's direction was decidedly unfriendly.

'Ray?" Micki said, a tremor in her voice.

"Come on, Micki, I'll give you a ride back home," I said roughly. " Brad, do me a favor, pack up my stuff? I'll pick it up from you later." I whirled and practically pulled Micki off her feet as I headed for my car.

"Sure, buddy," I heard him call after me. "I'll call you when I get back home."

I unlocked the car and opened the door for Micki, then walked around and got in. I started it up and spun out of the parking lot onto the dirt road, fishtailing slightly until the tires gained traction. I willed my hands to relax on the wheel, and slowed the car down, and took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. I glanced over at Micki, sitting against the door looking at me with sad eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Ray," she said dejectedly. "I've really messed this whole weekend up."

I took one more deep breath. "Not your fault, Micki. Don't worry about it. It's their problem if they read more into a situation than what's there."

We drove on for a few more minutes in silence.

"So," she said with a rueful smile, "how's your day going so far?"

I goggled at her in shock until the absurdity of the situation struck me. I laughed out loud, and so did Micki. We drove down the dirt road, weaving back and forth, laughing until we cried.



- 9 -

Late that night, I was up in my room reading when I heard the telephone ring. My mom called up the stairs to me.

"Ray! Telephone!"

"Okay, Mom, I'll get it up here!"

I picked up the phone and said hello, but there was only the phantom clicks and hums of an open telephone line traveling a long way.

I was just about to hang up when I heard Missy's voice.

"Why, Ray?"

"What? Is that you, Missy?"

"Why, Ray? And why with her?"

My heart sank. Someone, probably Lindsey, had called her and told her about seeing Micki and me coming out of my tent.

"Missy, you've got it wrong. I need to talk to you, but I want to see you face to face."

I heard her sob. "Why with that CHEAP SLUT!" she screamed as she slammed the telephone down.

My knees would no longer hold my weight. I dropped to the chair and dug out my wallet, frantically looking for her aunt's number so I could call her back. Finally I found the number and dialed.

No answer. Goddamned Caller ID, I cursed. I was well and truly fucked, and deep in my heart I knew it.

Missy was scheduled to get home on Monday evening, and beginning about 6:00 I tried calling her house, but I never got anything but the answering machine. I tried calling Brad, and he at least agreed to come over and drop off my camping gear, but he was clearly unhappy about having to make a choice between his girlfriend and me. I tried to explain without going into detail, as Micki had requested, but nothing I said was explanation enough.

The next day at school, I saw Missy in the hallway between classes, but she avoided any contact with me. I felt like I had leprosy or something. Even Micki was very subdued, but at least she talked to me.

"Ray," she said as we met up between 3rd and 4th period, "I'm so sorry about what's happening. I tried to talk to Missy myself, to explain to her what happened, but she won't even talk to me. I don't know what to do anymore," she added sadly.

"I don't know, either. The damage is already done, I guess. Christ, what a mess!" I said sourly.

"Listen," she said, "can you ditch football practice tonight? I was going to skip cheer practice, so let's go somewhere and try to figure this out, okay?"

Reluctantly, I agreed to meet her right after school. Maybe we could come up with a solution if we talked it out some more, I thought.

At the end of the day I asked Brad to cover for me at practice. He agreed to tell Coach that I was feeling sick and had gone home. Micki met me in the parking lot, and we got into my car and pulled out of the lot.

"Where should we go?" I asked.

"Let's go to my house. We should be able to talk there," she suggested.

I parked in the street in front of her house, and we walked around to the back door and entered. There didn't seem to be anybody else home, which suited me just fine. The fewer people who knew I was here the better I liked it.

"My parents both work," she said apologetically. "I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I've been kind of a latchkey kid my whole life. Do you want a Coke or something?" she asked, turning toward the refrigerator.

"Sure," I said.

"The family room's through that door over there," she said, pointing toward the far door. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be right there."

I went into the family room and flopped down on the couch. I was staring at the blank television screen, my mind switched off, when she came in carrying two sodas. She put the drinks on the coffee table in front of us, and then knelt down on the couch next to me. She put both her hands on my right shoulder to get my attention.

"Ray," she said quietly, "How can we fix this, without letting everyone know how insanely stupid I was?"

"I don't know, Micki," I said dejectedly. "I'm not sure it's even fixable at this point. It looks like she's gone, and she isn't coming back."

"In that case," she said softly, "I can thank you better than I have so far."

With that, she took my head in her hands and fell across my lap. I stiffened in surprise as she pulled herself up to my face and planted those big, tempting lips on mine, parting hers slightly to reach out with her tongue to lick across my mouth. Almost instinctively I opened up, and her tongue lashed into my mouth to taste and explore. My arms went around her involuntarily as she kissed me harder, and I pressed her to me. As our kiss got more intense, she twisted slightly in my arms, moving her tiny breast into my hand. I squeezed her roughly, and she groaned in arousal into my mouth. My own temperature was rising, and the blood was flowing from my brain into my suddenly rising cock. A moan escaped me at the sudden barrage of sensations. My last semi-coherent thought before my brain shut down was that I might as well enjoy it, since everything worth losing was already lost anyway. With that, I surrendered to the lust.

There was very little tenderness in our actions. It was sex, mind numbing and powerful. I sat her up and pulled her shirt up and off her, and then pulled my own shirt off and tossed it aside. She unsnapped her bra and threw it down on the floor, and then renewed her attack on my mouth. We tried to suck each other up, alternately biting and licking at each other's lips between hard, wet, open-mouthed kisses. I grabbed at her breasts, roughly kneading the small mounds, and used my fingertips to work her nipples back and forth. While her boobs were very small, her nipples were quite large and very responsive, puffing out like pencil erasers. While I was squeezing her breasts and nipples, she was running her fingernails up and down my chest, pausing occasionally to scratch at my belly button and the waistband of my jeans.

Finally she gave up all pretenses and broke our kiss, bending to concentrate on loosening my belt and unsnapping my jeans. She pulled the snap apart with such force the zipper slid most of the way down. She grabbed the tab and unzipped my pants the rest of the way down, and then reached right in and grabbed my erect cock with one hand while she struggled to push my pants down my legs with the other. I lifted up off my ass and helped her push them down, kicking off my shoes at the same time. With my cock sticking up and my balls accessible, she stroked me up and down with one hand and explored my balls with the other. I knew I wouldn't last long this way, but I really didn't care. Let it come, I thought. She licked her lips, and looked up at me. Looking directly into my eyes, she opened those bruised-looking lips and slowly, seductively rested them on the crown of my hard cock. She rubbed her closed lips around, and I could see my leaking pre-cum being spread around my cock and coating her lips. She licked around the helmet of my cock, and then she opened her mouth and slowly, agonizingly wrapped her lips around the entire head of my inflamed prick, all the while watching me watching her. She dropped her eyes and started concentrating on her task. She sucked on my head hard, and then let a dribble of saliva leak out and run down my cock. She was still stroking me with one small hand below her mouth, and the added moisture created a delicious slipperiness between her fingers and my stony erection. She continued sucking as she dropped further and further onto my cock, until she had taken the entire length into her mouth and throat. It was the first time I had ever felt a mouth around my whole cock at one time, and it nearly caused me to spurt right then. She pulled back all the way to the tip, and ran her tongue around the underside without letting up on the pressure of her lips. I reached down and played with her breasts and nipples while she blew me, creating a dangerous pressure deep inside me that threatened to overwhelm me at any second. She dropped back down onto my cock once again, taking me deep, until I was on the verge of exploding. She sensed that my climax was near, and lifted her mouth off me and squeezed me with her hand just below the head, applying steady pressure to stave off my ejaculation.

When she felt my muscles relax a little, she let go and stood, unsnapping her own jeans and peeling them off, taking her tiny panties with them. When she was completely naked, I grabbed her around her waist. I remotely noticed that my hands went nearly all the way around her when I held her by the waist, and was vaguely surprised at how small she really was. I wondered briefly if I would be able to fit inside her, but then remembered that she had no trouble taking me with her mouth, so she probably could take me with her other lips, too. I picked her up, and set her down on her back on the couch. She settled back with her legs spread and bent at the knee, offering herself up to me. There was a gleam of lust in her eyes, and she was breathing deeply, her small chest rising and falling. I could clearly count her ribs, and her breasts had practically disappeared, augmented by those incredible, red nipples. I bent down and took one of those turgid nubs between my teeth, biting down lightly. I ran my tongue across her chest to the other distended nipple, and gave it the same rough treatment with my lips and teeth, before descending down her body. I felt her sparse pubic hair against my chin, and I could smell her excitement. I dragged my tongue through her dark hair to the top of her puffy slit, and delved into her folds to uncover the well of oily essence within. I reached up and ran my finger down, opening her pussy lips wide, my tongue following my finger. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her erect clit as I pushed my middle finger up to the knuckle into her steamy hole, and then I tasted her all the way down to her flooded opening. As I dipped my tongue as deeply as I could into her, I could hear her panting raggedly. I felt her grab the back of my head and pull me closer to her. Her hips were moving of their own volition, rubbing her slippery lips around my chin as I tongued her hole. She shrieked suddenly, cumming hard, and her cunt contracted and squirted into my mouth as her legs clamped around my head. I thought disjointedly that she tasted a lot different than Melissa, but I liked it just the same.

Her legs relaxed, and she pulled me up to hold me tightly, whispering breathlessly, "No more, no more. Wait just a minute."

I lay down by her on the couch while she caught her breath, holding her and running my hands up and down her sides. After a few minutes I felt her reach down toward my cock and wrap her small hand around its girth.

"Are you ready for a ride?" she said with a smile.

She gave me a couple of quick tugs before releasing her hold. She pushed me off the couch, and got up and turned around to face the couch, motioning me to move behind her.

"This is my favorite position," she said with a smile, leaning over and draping herself across the seat. Her tight, flawless ass stuck up in the air, her pussy lips swollen and inviting between her legs. I sidled up to her, my cock stiffly erect at an angle and my balls swollen and swinging below, and put my hands right on the slight flare of her narrow hips. I rubbed the head of my aching cock up and down her sopping cunt, spreading the moisture around the tip, then bent my legs and grabbed my shaft. Her rubbery cunt lips parted, curling around my stem as I searched for the opening to her vagina. I felt the tip enter her, and she moaned in delight and pushed back at me, trying to impale herself on me. I put my hand back on her hip as I flexed, and as my steely cock slowly entered her, I caressed the silky skin of her ass cheeks from her hips to her crack. When I was about halfway in, I paused to get used to the pressure and the heat coming from her tight cunt. I slid back out until just the tip was inside her, then shafted back into her, this time bottoming out just as my balls slapped against her. I stopped again, engrossed in the feeling of her cunt around my hard cock. She wiggled her ass to get me going, and I started pumping out, then all the way in, then out again.

There was no finesse, no romance, nothing but raw sex. In and out, faster and faster, I knew I would not last long, but I was beyond caring if she was coming with me. Our combined moistures were creating a squishing sound as I moved in and out of her. I leaned over her, resting on her back, and reached around to her chest and grabbed her slightly dangling breasts and squeezed them, hanging on as she started jerking and moving hard against me as I stroked into her. I felt her orgasm hit her, and felt her cunt muscles clamp down on my cock as she came, crying out in her exquisite anguish. She collapsed down a little onto the couch, trapping my hands, in the aftermath of her climax, breathing hard again. I stood back up, still buried balls deep inside her, and paused for a moment until she could gather herself for one more onslaught. After a few seconds, I felt her wiggle her ass again in a signal for me to continue, and I started slowly once again, building up speed as I fucked her.

I was close, and she knew it. Suddenly she reached down between her legs, just as I was at my deepest in her, and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them like I had squeezed her boobs, and that was all it took. I tensed up, my head rearing back, and pushed as far as I could into her as I exploded. My cock expanded, pulsed out a stream, then expanded and pulsed, on and on until I thought I had turned inside out. All the while she was holding and massaging my balls, milking me for every drop. Distantly, the thought crossed my mind that maybe Melissa would like doing it doggie-style like this, and with that thought, reality came crashing in on me. I collapsed on top of Micki, my cock shriveling inside her. I felt completely defeated. All my muscles turned to water, and Micki had to wriggle her way out from underneath me.

I just lay there, knowing now, finally, that Missy and the others were right. It seemed that it was just me who didn't realize it until now. And now it was too late. I'd fucked up again.

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HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather



- 10 -

The next few weeks were hell on me, but in my state of mind I didn't much care if I was in pain or not. Actually, my attitude probably helped me play football better, because now I had a nice, legal outlet for the mayhem I wanted to inflict. I hit harder in practice and during games, and jumped back up and asked for more if I was knocked down.

Micki began dressing a little more conservatively, and stopped hitting on other guys, seemingly having learned her lesson. On the other hand, she turned her not inconsiderable charms in my direction, trying to convince me through her sexual skills to be her boyfriend.

Brad and Jared and the other guys on the football team rallied around me in support as much as they could, but I know that Brad, at least, was taking considerable heat from Lindsey about our continued friendship.

My class ring appeared in my locker one day, returned by Melissa, who had not spoken a single word to me since our long distance phone call. I heard through the grapevine that her friends were setting her up with blind dates, trying to get her out of her depression, but not many boys from our school wanted to get involved in this bloody mess of ours.

Micki was not my girlfriend, despite her efforts to convince me otherwise. I didn't call her in the evenings to talk, I didn't spend a lot of time with her at school, I didn't hold her hand at lunch, I didn't look for her on the sidelines during our games. She was a receptacle for me, a cum receptacle. She did the work for me so I didn't have to use my hand to jack off. Every Friday night, every Saturday night, and one time on a Sunday afternoon, we managed to meet somewhere to jump each other's bones. I ate her out, she gave me head, I fucked her or she fucked me. But there was no feeling of affection there, no inclinations of romantic attachment, no murmurs of love afterward from me. Animal instinct took over as soon as I felt her tits, or she shoved her hand down my jeans, and we just let it happen. The only time any real emotion was shown was one Saturday night when, having already blown my wad once down her throat, she turned her slim ass toward me in invitation and said, "You want a piece of ass, for real?"

I looked at her, not understanding, until she spread her cheeks for me and slowly stuck a finger up her own butt. She looked back around at me and said, "Got anything a little bigger you can use here?"

Just the thought of fucking her there made my cock stiffen, so I started licking and kissing her ass and her pussy, spreading moisture around. I paid special attention to her asshole, licking and drooling all over it, all the while twisting my middle finger into her.

Finally she impatiently said, "Come on, stud, fuck me in the ass." So I knelt behind her and rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips to add some of her oily slickness to me, and then I pressed the head against her tiny brown asshole. I pressed forward while she held her ground, and grunted when the head finally broke through her sphincter into her.

"Oof," she said. "Go slow, Ray. Let me get used to it for a minute. I've never done this before."

"What did you just say?" I asked in surprise.

"I've never done this before. Okay, Ray, I'm ready. Keep going in. Ohhh, yeah, that feels good," she moaned as I flexed and pushed more of my length into her. She was so tiny, barely five feet tall and not even 100 pounds, and her ass was tighter than anything I had ever experienced before. Looking down at her, it looked like she was trying to stick a telephone pole up her ass. Slowly I was able to push about half my shaft into her before I had to start pulling back out to relieve the pressure. By the third time I had pushed into her, she was taking most of my length, and her passageway was becoming slicker and easier to move in. She was moaning and grunting with the effort of taking me, her eyes closed and head thrown back, her long hair cascading down around her face. Her forehead was sweaty, and strands of her hair were stuck to her.

I, too, was grunting and sweating. I had my hands on her hips, pulling her back onto me as I pushed in, then pushing on her waist as I pulled slowly back out. It was a lot of work, but the results were sure to be spectacular. As I watched, she reached down and started diddling her clit, so I knew her orgasm was close. I struggled to get as deep as I could in her, determined to shoot off with her if I could. Suddenly, I felt her tense up. Her sphincter tightened on me as she came, and I screamed as my cock expanded against her constricting ring of muscle, then pumped painfully hard, unleashing a torrent of sperm deep into her bowels.

Micki collapsed in exhaustion, and I fell breathless next to her. After we had caught our breath, I asked, "What did you mean, you had never done that before?"

Without looking at me, she answered, "Just what I said. You were the first."

My brain was addled from spending the evening in carnal knowledge with her. "What made you decide that tonight was the night you wanted to pop that particular cherry?"

She turned her head away and didn't answer.

"Micki?"

No answer, no reaction. It was as if she had fallen asleep, which I knew didn't happen. Micki really got energized, almost manic, after sex. I, on the other hand, had trouble keeping my eyes open sometimes afterward.

"Micki, answer me." I grasped her shoulder and rolled her over to me. She resisted momentarily, and then allowed herself to be turned. Tears were streaming down her face.

"What, Micki? Tell me what's going on," I insisted.

She sobbed, and it was if the dam broke. She put her hands to her face and bent over as if she was in pain, the top of her head pressing against my sweaty chest as she cried miserably.

"B.b.because i.i.it was the o.o.only thing I could g.g.give you," she hiccupped. "I...I couldn't be a virgin for you....and I couldn't think of anything else..." she paused.

"Anything else what?" I asked, a little impatiently.

She looked up at me dejectedly. Her makeup was smeared from her crying, her hair was plastered to her face, and the tears were still coursing down her cheeks. Her eyes were red, and for the first time I saw she had dark circles under her eyes. She looked miserable.

"I had nothing else to give you," she whispered. "Nothing else but that to give you, to try to make you love me." She started crying harder again.

You stupid cunt, I wanted to scream, you can't make me love you! Almost immediately, however, guilt and common sense combined to make me look at myself. I didn't like what I saw, but I was trapped in this loop of my own making. I sat up and turned away from her, my head in my hands, and surrendered to the depression that was constantly hovering around me.

I just wished I could find my way out of this miserable maze.


- 11 -

The next Friday night, after the football game, a big crowd was at Fabrice's as usual. I had been feeling sorry for myself, and feeling sorry for Micki, so I tried to act more like a boyfriend for her sake, even though my heart really wasn't in it. We were sitting together in a booth with Jared and Mattie, and for a change my mood wasn't as black as it had been. I was almost having fun.

I got up to go to the john. As I was finishing up, standing at one of the row of urinals, I heard the bathroom door open. I was just zipping up when Donny Hammach, Brittany Felson's old boyfriend, stepped up to the urinal next to mine.

"How ya doin', Kennedy?" he drawled. "How's your love life?"

"What's it to you, Donny?" I said. He was talking like he had been drinking. Normally he was such a chickenshit, especially after Jared had cleaned his clock when he broke up with Brittany, that he wouldn't have said more than two words to me.

'Oh, just wonderin'," he said lazily. "By the way, mine's just fine, thanks for asking."

"I didn't ask, and I don't want to know," I said angrily.

"Hey, it's all right, I don't mind you asking," he continued, as if I had asked him to elaborate. "You wanna smell?" He held up the middle finger of his right hand to me, offering me to take a sniff. "No? Don't mind if I do." He raised his finger to his own nose and inhaled deeply. "Ah, luscious," he sighed. He slipped his finger into his mouth. "And tasty, too," he said, looking at me craftily. "Tastes like a...hmmmm....like a Samuelson to me!" he said gleefully.

Just the thought of this mope touching Melissa was enough to set me off. In a rage, I grabbed the back of his collar as he was standing there and pulled him back and down onto the restroom floor. He was taken by surprise, before he was done urinating. His flabby prick was still sticking out of his pants, and he was peeing on himself. I dropped to my knee on his stomach, and he let out with a breathy "Hoooofffff". I reached down and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up toward me, my knee still in his gut.

"If you want to stay alive, you'd better be telling me you're lying," I said quietly.

"Take...it...easy...Ray...Let...me...up...can't...breathe..." he gasped.

"Too fucking bad," I said. "Is it true?"

He didn't have enough breath to say anything, so he shook his head violently from side to side, not caring that some of his hair was coming out in my hands as I held on tight.

I let up on him just enough for him to take a long, panicky gasp in, then pressed down on him again. "Are you going to tell me what that was all about, then?" I asked.

"Yeah, okay, get off me first, will ya?" I clear look of panic was starting to show itself in his eyes, which I liked to see.

"Nope," I said, smiling. "I'm not letting you up yet." But I did let up on the pressure on his spasming diaphragm so he could painfully take small breaths. "Talk, motherfucker."

"All right, all right," he said. He knew his situation was not good, and his best hope was to come clean with me. That panicky look faded a little, but he was still scared. "I got someone to fix me up with her on kind of a blind date. We were out tonight, but nothing happened."

"How much of 'nothing' are we talking about here, Donny?" I asked.

"Nothing nothing, goddamn it!" he cried. "She wanted to go home, so I took her home. I tried to get her to at least kiss me good night, maybe cop a feel, but, man, what a cold fish!" I pressed down harder on him for that comment. "Hey, take it easy, Kennedy!" he wheezed, the panic rising again in his eyes. "You wanted to know what happened, I'm telling you. I thought you'd be happy she was cold to me, for crissakes!"

"You're right, I should have known better than to think she might have let a loser like you into her life," I said. I stood up and looked down at him. "Get up, you human waste of skin. Can't you see you're lying down on a filthy restroom floor? And by the way, you pissed all over yourself," I said as I headed for the door.

Wow, I thought, now THAT put me in a good mood. All I had to do was beat on someone not wearing pads, and I was happy. I laughed as I sat back down again.

"What's up with you, Ray?" asked Jared.

"Let me take a look at your face," said Micki, grabbing my ear and turning my head toward her. "Jesus, is that a smile I see there? Where'd that come from? It looks so strange on that face."

"Cut it out, Micki. Can I help it if I'm in a good mood?" I said.

"Hey," said Mattie, looking past us toward the back of the restaurant, "isn't that Donny Hammach coming out of the john?"

Jared looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Where? I told that buckethead not to show his face anywhere near me or Brit."

"Hey, what happened to him? He looks like he fell into the toilet. Oh, it's okay, Jare, he's leaving," said Mattie.

Jared looked over at me, a sudden realization dawning. "Was he in there while you were there, Ray?"

I smiled at him happily. "Oh, yes, he was," I said with a grin.

"And did you assist in getting him to look like he does?" he asked, smiling.

"Well, his parents had a lot to do with the way he looks, but, yes, I assisted in his current state of disarray," I said.

We all burst out laughing, and Jared gave me a high-five. Kids at the other tables looked at us, and were probably wondering about what happened. The Ray Machine hadn't laughed in a long time, and it felt kind of good.


By Thanksgiving, Micki and I had evolved into a more comfortable relationship. We weren't as close as Micki probably wanted us to be, but I had begun to appreciate her as an individual, and most of my friends were accepting her.

The biggest fallout, other than Melissa and me, was that eventually Brad and Lindsey broke up. Knowing Brad, it was probably inevitable, but what happened at the campout accelerated the disintegration of their relationship. Hardly missing a beat, Brad asked Jared's sister Brittany out, and they were now a pretty steady couple. Lindsey and Missy, from what I heard, did a lot of double dating, but not with anyone steady. Missy still wouldn't talk to me, but I was slowly getting beyond that.

Or, at least, I hoped I was.

Just before Thanksgiving, Marcus's two brothers, Jerry and Ev, came home from college for the holiday. By Friday afternoon, the day after Thanksgiving, the North High telephone tree was a-shaking. It all kind of started right after Marcus called me, around noon.

"Hey, Ray, Marcus here. How are you doing?"

"Okay, I guess, what's up?"

"Jerry and Ev are home. They told me what happened at the campout. Why didn't you tell anybody, man? You were a fucking hero, and you didn't say a word to anybody."

"Wait a minute, Marcus. What did they tell you?" I was a little puzzled.

"They told my whole family about it at breakfast yesterday, about how you fought off those two other guys and kept them from raping Micki. Why didn't you tell us? You could have saved yourself an awful lot of grief if you had just told us all about what happened, Ray."

"I couldn't tell anybody, Marcus," I said. "Micki made me promise I wouldn't tell anybody about it."

"Oh, man, I can't believe you kept that promise, buddy. It really cost you."

"Well," I said, "it would have cost me more in the long run if I hadn't kept my promise."

"I'm not so sure, Ray. But I admire you for keeping your promise, despite all that's happened. Anyway," Marcus continued, "I wondered why Jerry and Ev and their friends had just packed up so quickly that morning and left without a word, and now we know. Jerry says that that guy got back to campus in even worse shape than you left him, and he ended up dropping out of school. Jerry said that he was really impressed with the way you took care of things, and told me to tell you that if you need a reference to help you get into the university, that you've got it. Both he and Ev, and that other guy Carl, are now huge fans of the Ray Machine."

"Wow, that's really great of them, Marcus. Thank them for me, will you? I really appreciate it."

"That's not all, buddy. The word is spreading. I think your days as a pariah are over. Expect a bunch of phone calls, Ray. There are a lot of kids who will be swallowing a lot of words over this one. And Ray?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm a huge fan of the Ray Machine, too. That was a hell of a thing you did for Micki."

"Thanks, Marcus. Thanks for calling."

Marcus was right. The rest of that night, and all weekend, the phone hardly stopped ringing. Around midnight, Micki called, very upset. We were on the phone for a good two hours, reliving that night, while I tried to reassure her that nobody would think she was a bad person. She was afraid people would see her as dumb for being caught in the position she was in, and she was afraid people would hold it against her that I had kept my promise.

I was finally able to convince her that she had no control whatsoever over how I kept any of my promises, and she reluctantly agreed that, now that the story was out, we could tell our version of what happened in the woods.

I stopped answering the phone by the next day. Brad and Brittany came over around noon, and we hopped into Brad's car and drove over to pick up Micki. The four of us then headed out to a big shopping mall in another town, just so we wouldn't have to run into anybody we knew. We spent the entire afternoon shopping, laughing and joking and deliberately keeping off the subject of the campout.

After we were all shopped out (or at least Brad and I were shopped out. I don't think either Micki or Brit could ever be said to be "shopped out"), we stopped at a Chinese restaurant for dinner. We passed around kung pao chicken, sweet-and-sour shrimp, Mongolian beef, and vegetable chow mien in a frenzy of hunger, and afterwards, over tiny cups of green tea, we talked, finally, about that weekend.

"I can't believe that you refused to say anything, even to me, that whole time, Ray," complained Brad. "You're my best friend, and you wouldn't even tell me what went on that weekend."

"A secret isn't secret if someone outside the circle knows it, Grasshopper," I replied.

"Ah, so," said Brad, smiling. "Is this Oriental wisdom you picked up during your time in the monastery, oh wise one?"

'Nah," I said. "It's what my fortune cookie says." I passed around my fortune for all to see.

"How appropriate," said Micki. "Here's mine."

She passed the slip of paper over to me to read. Behind her smile, I could just detect the beginnings of tears filling her eyes. I read the paper, and silently passed it around to Brittany, who read aloud, "'That which was lost may soon be found.' Very mysterious."

Brad cracked open his fortune cookie, popped half into his mouth, and extracted the slip of paper from the other half. "'Good luck smiles most often on the industrious.' Damn it, I guess that means I'd better study for that physics test, then. What about yours, Brit?"

Brittany opened her cookie, dropping both halves onto her plate as she unfurled the scrap of paper. Brad immediately reached over and grabbed the pieces of cookie and ate them.

"Well, mine seems to fit the occasion, too. It says, 'The boy on your right must pay for your dinner.'"

"Hey," said Brad as he tried to grab the paper from Brittany's hand. "Does it really say that?"

She moved her hand out of his reach, laughing, and said, "No, Brad, I was just funnin' ya. It says, 'A true heart can move the world.'"

"Well," said Brad, it sounds like we all got some little bits of wisdom that fit our situations. So now what?"

We all sat there, thinking our own thoughts.

"I don't have a clue," I finally said. Micki reached out and took my hand in hers. Her hand was icy cold, and I could feel her trembling.

On the way home, Micki stayed snuggled up next to me, her head down and resting on my chest as I held her. Every now and then I heard her sniffle, and felt her breath catch, and I knew she was crying, and trying not to let me know. Brad dropped us off at my house, and we went down into the basement and turned on the television. I kissed her tenderly as I held her, down there on the old couch, trying to kiss away all the tears, the pain, the uncertainty.

Silently we undressed, hardly looking at each other, until we were both naked as newborns. We melted into each other, our fingers and our palms, our lips and our tongues no longer needing to explore, but rather needing to give comfort. Her cheeks were salty with the tracks of her tears, and her tiny breasts and expressive nipples were warm and inviting.

With a minimum of movement, a minimum of fuss, we positioned ourselves on the couch. Her legs opened to envelop me, and wrapped around my waist tightly as we made love. It was the tenderest, quietest, sweetest time ever for us, and when we had each worked to our climaxes, we kissed, eyes closed, and each silently sent up prayers of thanksgiving and forgiveness.

In a reversal of our usual roles, Micki fell into an exhausted sleep afterward. I, on the other hand, was up and awake. I covered her with an afghan, and crept upstairs quietly. I needed time alone to think things through before I woke her and took her home.

- 12 -

On Sunday morning, my parents and I got home from church to find a car sitting in front of our house. When we walked from the garage toward the house, a car door opened and Melissa stepped out. She looked over the hood of the car, as if waiting for a signal of some sort. I stopped when I saw her. My heart was beating fast, and there was an empty feeling in my stomach. Finally, I looked away from her, and continued into the house without acknowledging her.

I figured that if she wanted to talk about something, she could come up and knock on the door, but I wasn't going to make it easy on her by inviting her in.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang. My mom opened the door and let Melissa in, and called up the stairs to me to come down. Mom left Melissa standing by the front door instead of inviting her in, an indication of her displeasure in seeing her there.

When I came downstairs, Melissa was standing there, still wearing her long wool coat. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, and her face was very pale. She looked nervous.

"Hello, Ray," she said hesitantly.

"Hi. Why are you here?"

Tears started to form in her eyes at my harsh words. "I...I need to talk to you."

"Why?"

"Why? Because Lindsey called me yesterday and told me what happened."

"Okay, so Lindsey called you. Why do you want to talk to me?"

The tears spilled over and down her cheeks, but I don't think she noticed them. "I...I...you..." And, like a summer squall overpowering a hot and humid day, her face collapsed into a series of sobs she could not stop. She stood there, hands to her cheeks, looking forlornly at me, and cried.

As hard as I tried to be, I could not be that cold-hearted. I took her hand and led her into the living room, and sat down beside her on the couch facing the cold fireplace. I waited until the squall passed, holding her hand passively, until she took it away to rummage in her coat pocket for a tissue. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes.

"What happened, Ray?" she asked. "I want to hear it from you. I don't want to hear it from Lindsey, or from Brad, or from Marcus, or from anybody else. Just from you. What happened?"

"You want to know what happened?" I was angry, and she was about to be the unfortunate recipient. "Okay, I'll tell you what happened. You hung up on me, that's what happened."

She looked up at me, startled and hurt. Without a word, she stood up as the tears began again, and strode to the front door. She opened the door and never looked back as she walked down the sidewalk to her car, got in, and drove away. The momentary satisfaction I felt when I let my tongue wag before I put my brain in gear left me suddenly, and I felt terrible. Maybe she deserved it, maybe she didn't, but I should have been a bigger man than to let such pettiness take over. I mentally kicked myself, and closed the door.

So of course, like a hangnail or a paper cut you just can't leave alone, Missy's visit gnawed at me all day. By that evening, I was irritable, unfit company for any other human in the vicinity. I did the only thing I could do. I called her.

"Look," I said when she finally came to the phone, "I'm sorry I treated you like that this morning. I really am."

"Don't apologize, Ray. I deserved it. You're right, I did hang up on you, and I never gave you a chance to explain." She sounded subdued, depressed, and near tears again. "I knew I could trust you, and I still doubted. I thought I knew Micki, and I was eager to put all the blame on her. Oh, God, now I have to call Micki and apologize! Oh, God, I was such a raving BITCH to that poor girl!" She started sobbing again.

I heard her mother in the background. "Melissa? Are you all right?"

Missy covered the handset and called out, "Yes, Mother. I'm okay." Then, back to me, she said, "I don't know what to do, Ray. I don't know how to fix this."

"I don't know if it's even fixable, Missy."

She sobbed again. With a hitch in her voice, she finally said, "I'm so sorry, Ray. I love you." She hung up the phone.

Now I really felt like shit.

- 13 -

As you are no doubt all too aware, when you're 15, or 16, or 17, or 18, emotions rule your world. The blackest day can be followed by the most marvelous evening you have ever known, and it all seems so natural at the time. It's only with the passage of years that you look back on that time with a mixture of awe and humor that you managed to live through those times relatively unscathed.

Yes, that one phone call opened up the lines of communication between Melissa and I. Within a couple of weeks, we were actually on friendly terms. The summer's upheaval, if not exactly forgotten, was pushed into the background, where it mercifully faded away to practically nothing. Melissa and Micki were never going to be best friends, but they at least found a way to put aside their animosity for my sake. I, on the other hand, faced a dilemma that kept me up nights for a long time. I had learned to respect and appreciate Micki, and maybe even to love her, during our time of stress. I wasn't about to abandon her now, especially considering how fragile she seemed to be. I couldn't help thinking, however, that maybe it was Melissa who was supposed to be my soulmate. Wait and watch, wait and watch was my mantra for a long time while I tried untangling that lovers' knot. Eventually, I saw the solution, the one that was probably there the whole time, waiting to be seen in its elegance.

The Ray Machine saw a real surge in popularity, which culminated in my election in the spring as Prom King, with Brittany Felson reigning as Prom Queen. True to his word, Ev Delaney provided a character reference for me that was almost embarrassing in its praise, but it helped get me into the University in the fall.

And, of course, in the fashion of a good old romance, after I graduated from college, I was proud to stand up and make my high school sweetheart my wife, to love and honor and cherish forever.

- 14 -

Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you:

She was surprised and delighted by my news when finally, after a tender lovemaking session, I remembered to tell her about our surprise vacation. She loved the idea of going to Bermuda on a whim, and we both managed to get a week off from work.

And Bermuda was lovely, as delightful as she remembered, as beautiful as she described. And on our last night there, we were standing on the balcony of our hotel room, watching the sunset, when she turned to me and took both my hands in hers. We were dressed for dinner, enjoying a glass of wine before going down to the restaurant. In her high heels, she was nearly as tall as I. Holding my hands, she leaned closer and kissed me softly before whispering, "Darling Ray, light of my life, holder of my heart, and now the father of our child."

I was dumbfounded. "What? You're...you're..."

She simply nodded, a small, secret smile on her lips, her eyes glistening in joy, squeezing my fingers in hers.



THE END