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(copyright 2004, Rev. Cotton Mather) E-Mail all comments to RevCottonMather (at) hotmail (dot) com Don't be shy! I enjoy hearing from you. --------------------------------------------------------------------- THE COMPETITIVE EDGE: PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK III by Reverend Cotton Mather - 18 - THE LITTLE GUY COMES UP BIG When we all got back to the hotel, I went upstairs with everybody. Once I was pretty sure nobody was roaming the halls, I took the stairs back down to the first floor and headed over to the cashier's station in the bar. "Can I get some change, please?" I asked the bartender. I slapped a five-dollar bill onto the bar. "Sure," he said. "All quarters?" "That's good," I replied. He handed me a fistful of change, and I walked over to the bank of pay telephones in the hallway leading to the restaurant. I dropped a quarter into the slot and fumbled in my wallet for the number I needed. I was calling my older brother Michael at his work. After I dialed, the operator came on and instructed me to deposit eight more quarters for the first two minutes. I fed them into the box, and there was a series of clicks until the connection was made. The telephone at the other end rang twice, and then a gruff voice picked up. "Yeah. Hello? Murphy's Auto." "Michael Porter, please. Tell him his brother is calling long- distance." "Hold on a minute," said the voice. There was a clunk as the receiver was dropped. I stood there listening to random pops and hisses, until I heard Michael fumble with the telephone. When he got on the phone, he sounded confused. "Sean? What's up, bro?" "I need a favor," I said hurriedly. "You got a credit card?" "Yeah, I've got one. Why?" "Call this number," I said. I read off the phone number of the hotel we were staying at. "Make a reservation under the name..." I hadn't really thought this through enough. What name to put the reservation under? Not my name. Kayla's? "Put it under... Lehigh. First initial K. Prepay for the room with your credit card, and I'll pay you back." I could hear the suspicion right through the telephone lines, all the way from back home. "What the hell are you doing, Sean?" "Look, I'm in D.C. at a tournament," I said. "A... friend of mine... needs a room for a couple of nights, that's all, and they won't take cash for the room." "A friend, huh?" My brother knew me very well, and he was doubtful about the validity of all this. I couldn't blame him, but I didn't want to tell him the entire truth, either. I didn't need any of this to get back to Kayla's parents. "Yes, a friend." I tried to sound innocent, persuasive. It was a tough sell. "I'm with the team here. I'm just trying to get a room for a friend, so they aren't sleeping in a doorway somewhere. That's all. Come on, Mikey. I'll pay you back when I'm home for Christmas, I promise." "Well... All right," he reluctantly agreed. "If I find out you're scamming me, though..." He left the rest of it unsaid. He didn't have to complete the sentence. I understood perfectly. "Thanks, dude. I owe you big time." "Yes, you do," he said just before he hung up. Now Kayla would be able to get her own room without having to worry about how to pay for it. She and Keisha could say they were checking in for the tournament. Two girls sharing a room wouldn't be that unusual. I ran back up the stairs to my room. I just had time to change into street clothes before our team meeting. Pick wanted us to look at film of South Carolina so we could begin to prepare for Sunday's championship game. _________________________________________________________________ Jesse and Bryan decided they wanted to go to a movie with some of the other guys, instead of going out with me and my friends. Spencer came along with me, and Danielle picked us up after going by Trent's hotel and getting him. Kayla was with Keisha, and they would be meeting us at the restaurant. I was excited about telling her my plan. Trent got out to let Spencer and me get into the back seat. Once we were settled and on our way, I said, "Nice game today, Trent. Congratulations on the win." "Thanks," he said. He twisted around so he could talk to us. "You guys played a tough one, too. North Carolina is no pushover." "We were lucky to escape today," said Spencer. Trent eyeballed both of us. "I don't know how much luck played into it," he observed. "You guys do all that movement on the field on purpose, don't you? Porter, I've never seen you play up so much before." "Watch out, Trent," I warned. "I'm turning into a real scoring machine. I think that makes nine goals this season." "Hey, not bad for a defensive specialist," he said. "Yeah, but I think you had nine goals every two games in high school," I reminded him. "Those were the days, weren't they? Goals came easy and often." We seemed a little young to be waxing nostalgic already, but he had a point. High school soccer was a lot easier than the college game. "Did you say goals?" asked Spencer. "For a second I thought you said girls came easy and often." Trent laughed, earning himself a dirty look from Danielle. Glancing over at her, he said, "No, I definitely said goals. I didn't know any easy girls in high school." "Oh, you knew some," said Danielle with a knowing look. "You were just smart enough to stay away from them." "And smart enough to get together with the toughest chick in town," he added with a smile and a wink. Danielle kept her eyes on the road, but I thought I detected just the faintest trace of a pleased look on her face from Trent's compliment. "So, did you study our game? Find any holes to exploit?" I was fishing, but Trent was too wily to take the bait. "I saw your game, sure. You guys are tough. I don't think we belong on the same field with you guys. You're gonna run roughshod over us on Sunday." It was an effort for him to keep his face serious. "You're not gonna give us anything, are you?" grumbled Spencer. "Nope," said Trent with a tight smile. "Not unless you're going to give something back." "Who, us?" I said in mock innocence. "We've got nothing to give." "Yeah, right," said Trent. He turned back around, giving Danielle a significant look. "See?" She glanced over at Trent. "I told you they wouldn't tell you anything." "Hey, it was worth trying," he said. When we got to the restaurant, we found our friends waiting in the lobby for our table. I was a little embarrassed about taking Kayla into my arms in public, but she had no problem with it. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. "Did ya miss me?" she murmured just before she kissed me. "Every minute of the day," I replied. I put my arms around her waist and held her. I was glad she was so open and uncomplicated in her affection toward me. I wished I were more like her. I pulled her off to the side a little and explained my plan for getting our own room. "The thing is, you and Keisha, or you and Danielle, have to check in and get the key. We want the hotel desk clerks to think it's you two girls staying overnight. Okay?" "Of course, love. It'll be easy. What room will I be in?" "I don't know yet," I said. "You'll have to call my room once you're checked in. You can let me know then." There was a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe I'll call you," she said. "If you promise to be good." "I'll be good," I said, "if you'll promise to be bad." "I can be bad," she said with a grin. "I can be a very bad girl." The hostess called for the Prescott party, and we followed her into the dining room to our table. We sat down and I opened my menu to find page after page of clams, mussels, lobster, clams, shrimp, scallops, fish, clams, crab, oysters, calamari, and more clams, with just one little section toward the back for what they called "landlubber dishes." A couple of selections of chicken, one steak, a vegetarian pasta dish, and, almost as an afterthought, a hamburger. Keisha was giving Spencer the eye. "Now before you go and order that burger, Midwestern Boy, keep in mind this is the Chesapeake Bay. You just can't visit here and not at least try some clams." Spencer looked doubtful. "I don't like that fishy smell," he said. Keisha brayed laughter. "If it smells bad, it probably is bad," she said. "Good fish don't smell ugly." I heard Eric softly say, "If it smells like fish, and if it tastes like fish..." Keisha swung around to her boyfriend. "And if he keeps on with this train of thought, he might not ever get a chance to test out his theory again," she warned him with mock severity. Eric managed to hide his laugh behind a too-innocent look. "I wasn't going anywhere with that, darlin'. I ain't that stupid." "You sure as hell ain't that smart," she retorted. "You just like walkin' the edge, don't you?" "Loving you is walking enough of an edge," Eric replied in his best English butler voice. He leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek, which Keisha accepted willingly. She wasn't quite done with Spencer, though. "You've had clam chowder before, haven't you?" "Good God, no. It's got clams in it," he said with a shudder. "Well, you're getting some tonight. Ain't no clam chowder like Chessy Bay clam chowder." Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but Keisha rolled right over him. "Uh-uh, you are at least trying it. You really don't know you don't like it if you never tried it. You can order it as an appetizer before we order our main courses. If you taste it and still don't like it, I'll shut up, I promise. Deal?" Poor Spencer was steamrolled, and he was far too polite to just tell Keisha where she could shove it. He nodded reluctantly, and then favored Eric with a sympathetic look. "Strong lady," he said. Eric chuckled. "You got no idea," he said. When his steaming cup of clam chowder arrived, Spencer wrinkled his nose and looked suspiciously at it. One glance at Keisha, though, was all it took, and he picked up his spoon and dipped it carefully into the creamy soup. He hesitantly tasted it with just the tip of his tongue. Apparently it wasn't nearly as poisonous as he had expected, because he took a spoonful, blew on the surface, and ate it. "Okay, not bad," he said. "I can't really taste the clams." "Stir it up a little, get some of those chunks of clams," suggested Trent. Spencer gave him a sour look, but did as Trent suggested. Keisha watched him closely as he took a mouthful of chowder. "A little rubbery, but it's okay," he pronounced. Everybody had been watching and waiting for Spencer. When he said it was okay, it was like his words were the signal for everybody else to dig in. It was only as we resumed our normal chatter that the silence that surrounded our table as we watched Spencer with his chowder became noticeable. Kayla, sitting to my right, put her hand on my knee and gave it an affectionate squeeze before reaching for a plate of appetizers. We all began passing plates of fried clams, onion rings, and peel-your-own shrimp around the table, and our communion was underway. The waitress came around to take our orders. The menu was arranged with the house specialties numbered. Kayla ordered a Number Four Special, fried clams and shrimp. I ordered a Number Two Special, which was broiled red snapper, steamed clams, and fried shrimp. The waitress moved over between Eric and Keisha. "What'll you have, honey?" the waitress said to Keisha. "I'll have the Number Eight," said Keisha. "I could have predicted that," said Eric with a chuckle. "Really?" asked Kayla innocently. She looked at the menu selections. Number Eight was a seafood gumbo. Eric's eyes were twinkling with amusement as he glanced first at Kayla, and then at his girlfriend. "Shore," he said. "Keisha, she loves to get eight." Keisha slapped him with her menu, and the waitress broke out laughing. "What?" asked Kayla, a little confused. "I don't understand." "Ain't nothin' to understand," said Eric. "All I said was Keisha loves to get ate." I leaned over and explained Eric's little pun to Kayla. She turned a bright red, and tried to hide her blushing cheeks in her hands. "You are just awful," she said to Eric, but we all could see she was smiling. The waitress finished taking our orders for our entrees, and I shifted in my chair so I could look around Keisha at Eric. "Hey, dude, how many touches did you have on the ball today?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't know. A couple dozen?" Trent's ears perked up. "Not many for a quick forward," he noted. "You should be handling the ball a lot more than that." "It's just the way our offense is set up," Eric said. I sighed. "Look, Eric, you're one of my very best friends. Can I say something without you going off on me?" Eric looked at me. "Of course, dude. You got something to say, let it out." Okay," I said. "Here it is. Bullshit." "Bullshit? That's it? That's what you thought I'd take offense at?" "Sure. Because you know it's bullshit, even if you haven't admitted it to yourself yet." Eric threw his head back and laughed, a sound of pure pleasure. "Yep, you're right, it's pure, unadulterated, warm and smelly bullshit. You recognized it, didn't you? Goddamn." "We all saw it," I said. "Me and Jesse and Bryan, our coaches, we were sitting watching the game and we couldn't hardly miss it." "What? What are you guys talking about?" asked Danielle. She turned to Trent. "Do you know what they're talking about?" "Not really, sweetie," he admitted. "Maybe they'll let us in on the joke, too." "You were too busy to notice. Too close to it, maybe. But sitting in the stands, we saw it," said Spencer. "Or, more accurately, Porter saw it. He gave us a clue what to look for, and before long we all saw it." "Saw what?" asked Trent. He was sounding a little exasperated. Eric turned toward Trent. "We got a little problem with our team over at Maryland," he said. "They fielded two teams against you today, pal," I said. "Two teams?" Now Trent was really confused. "That's pretty true," said Eric, glancing at me. "We got an underclass team, and an upper-class team." "And they don't share well," said Spencer. "You're right. We don't play well together at recess, neither." "What?" Trent was sounding like maybe he was starting to understand. "Is that why you didn't handle the ball very much?" "That's about right," confirmed Eric. "It's been a team... how did they put it? Oh, yeah, a team 'concept' for a long time. Upperclassmen rule, sophs and frosh drool." "Hell of a concept to run a program on," noted Spencer. "Ain't real successful except against weak teams," agreed Eric. "It's tough, especially as a dumb-as-a-thumb freshman, to try to come in and make everybody see the error of their ways. We got a good group of younger players, though, and that change is gonna come. You can bet on it." "You sound a little angry about it, Eric," said Danielle. "It's frustrating," he said. "I mean, we've got some pretty damn good players out there on the field, and too many of them don't get the opportunity to do what they can because of the attitude of the juniors and seniors." "It's all inherited problems, too," added Keisha. "From what we've heard, it was even worse last year." "Jesse told us Maryland wasn't very good last year, but graduating their senior class probably helped out the team," noted Spencer. "Yeah," agreed Eric. "I hear it's better, but it's still a bitch when you work your ass off to make yourself a better player, and then you don't get the chance to use your skills come game time." "So, you think you'll transfer to a different program next year, then?" asked Kayla. "No," said Eric. "Me and Keisha, we made a commitment to Maryland, and we'll honor it. This year will be the toughest, but it's always tough for a freshman player coming in. Next year will be better, because we'll graduate the most hard-core players from the old regime. The sophs on the team will be upperclassmen, and no way will they put up with what's been going on." "That's the hope, anyway," said Keisha. "It's more than wishful thinking," insisted Eric. "Our sophomore starters are just as frustrated as I am. They tried looking to the coaching staff to change things, but it's not happening fast enough for them. They'll change it next year with or without the coaches." "For a team going through such divisiveness, you guys played well during the tournament," said Trent. "Even with a divided team, we got some talent," said Eric. He nodded at Spencer and me. "Maybe not enough to take on the Florida soccer machine, but good enough so we can hold our heads up in public." "And, by the way, what's up with the way Florida is playing their positions?" asked Keisha. "You guys start out in a classic three- four-three, but then you scramble it all up." "Classic three-four-three? Have you become a student of the game?" I asked. "Shit, you watch as many games and practices as I have over the past too-many years, even a dumb broad like me can pick up a little bit," she said. "Come on, Keisha, you know what I meant," I said sadly. "I would never..." She broke out into a big grin and put her hand behind my neck. "Gotcha, didn't I?" she said, sounding pleased with herself as she pulled me over and gave me a kiss. Her lips were soft and moist, and I just might have felt the tip of her tongue against my lips. Certainly a friendlier kiss than I was expecting, considering both Eric and Kayla were watching. Her eyes were twinkling as she pulled back, as if to say, 'Gotcha again, Porter.' Keisha was never predictable, and never boring, I reminded myself. Two of the many reasons why I liked her so much. "So," Keisha continued as she readjusted her napkin, "are you going to tell us about your game or not?" I looked around the restaurant, twisting around in my seat. "Just where is that darned waitress, anyway?" I asked. Keisha chuckled. "I'll take that as a 'no,' then," she said. "You know I would share all my secrets with you, sweetheart. But Mr. I-Love-to-Score Abbott over there is listening in." I nodded in Trent's direction. Eric murmured, "Hey, he ain't the only one. I love to score, too." Keisha guffawed, throwing her head back in real amusement. "You surely do, Eric Johnson. You surely do." There was nothing much we could have added to that, so it was just as well our waitress showed up with a tray loaded with hot dishes for us. __________________________________________________________________ As we were getting ready to leave the restaurant, the girls decided that Danielle would be the one to go in and register with Kayla. She was driving us back anyway, and that way Keisha wouldn't have to make the trip twice. Besides, it looked like she and Eric had plans for the rest of the evening, and they were a little anxious to get to them. We promised to get together with them the next day, and we waved as they drove off for their rendezvous. When we got back to the hotel, Spencer and I walked around and made sure our teammates, scattered around the lobby and the restaurant, saw us together. We stopped and chatted with Pick, Eddie, and Stan, just finishing up a late dinner at a table located by a big window looking out into the street. While we were chatting people up, Danielle and Kayla came in and stepped up to the registration desk. They signed the forms, and the desk clerk handed them each a key to their room. Trent had stayed in the car, parked in the lot next to the hotel. I glanced over just as the elevator doors were closing as the girls headed up to the room. I knew Danielle would take the stairs back down again, and try to leave by a door near the parking lot unnoticed. All I had to do now was wait for Kayla's call to let me know what room she was in. Spencer and I sauntered around until I felt satisfied we had been well noticed. We told people we were going to go up and see if anything good was on the tube. In the elevator, Spencer said, "Mission accomplished." "Thanks for helping out, dude," I said. "Hey, I'm in favor of helping true love find a way," he said. "I'm just a romantic at heart." Luke had been downstairs, so Spencer came in to my room and flopped down on the bed. "It'll be nice to have the day off tomorrow," he said. "What are you planning on doing tomorrow?" I asked. "Sleeping and being lazy," he said. I was nervous, pacing back and forth as I waited for the telephone to ring. "Sean, sit down. You're making me tired just watching you." "Yeah, okay," I said. I sighed as I sat on Luke's bed. I grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels. "Wait a minute, go back," said Spencer, sitting up. He reached for the remote. "What?" I asked as I handed it to him. He cycled back about four channels to a taped concert in a small auditorium. "'Soundstage,'" he said. "This is the Doobie Brothers one." "Groovy," I said. "Go ahead and listen to the music." "All the time," he answered, staring at the screen. The telephone rang, startling me. I reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" "Room 648," whispered Kayla. "You don't have to whisper," I said with a smile. "I don't think anyone will overhear." "You just can't be too careful," she replied. "Luke's downstairs. As soon as he comes up, I'll be ready to meet you." "What about curfew?" Kayla, at least, was thinking straight. I had forgotten about team curfew and bed check. "You're right, sweetie. I'd better wait until after Eddie does his bed check." "Call me before you come up so I can open the door, okay?" "Okay," I answered. Now all I had to do was wait until everything was quiet in the halls. Considering I was waiting to go to my Luscious, I would do it willingly. Luke came up about ten minutes before lights out, and Spencer headed off to his own room. "Soundstage" had ended, and we were back to flipping through the channels again. Luke looked around after Spencer left. "Where's your girlfriend?" he asked. "She got a different room," I said. I wrote the room number down on a pad of paper for him. "If you need to get in touch with me for any reason, here's where I'll be." "Dude, you know you're taking a chance here," he warned me. "I know. Just cover my back for the next couple of nights, okay?" "I hope she's worth risking what you're risking," he said, shaking his head. "She's worth all that, and more," I said. I had a backpack with my overnight stuff in it waiting by the side of my bed, out of sight from the door. I had on a tee shirt and my running shorts, and I turned back the bedspread and slipped into bed. I wanted to make it look like I was ready to go to sleep, for when Eddie checked our room. I hoped he would just poke his head in and leave. He was probably anxious to finish up his rounds so he could go to bed, too. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Luke got up and answered it, stepping aside so Eddie could come in and see me. "You're both here, good. Have a good night, men," he said. He gave us a tiny salute and stepped back out the door. I glanced at the clock, determined to wait at least fifteen minutes before sneaking out. It was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I tried to will the clock to move faster, but it refused, seeming, instead, to crawl along at about half speed. Finally, after eleven minutes had passed, I gave up. I sat up and dialed Kayla's room. "I'm on my way up," I whispered. She giggled. "You don't have to whisper," she said. "I don't think anyone will overhear." "Very funny," I said, though I still kept my voice low. "Hurry," she said softly. Her voice had a little edge to it, and my body responded. I hurried. I eased open the door and checked the hall. All clear. With a last thumbs-up to Luke, I tiptoed down the hall to the stairway. I opened the fire door carefully, stepped through, and closed it gently. Once it was firmly closed, I took the stairs two at a time, up to the sixth floor. I found Kayla's room and tapped lightly on the door. She opened it just enough for me to squeeze in. Her room was dark, with just the ambient light from the window highlighting the furniture. The curtains were open, and I could see the outlines of rooftops and buildings in the night, with random rectangles of windows lit up scattered around the scene. Kayla was wearing a University of Florida tee shirt I had sent her, and her soccer shorts. Her long, pale hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, with stray strands curled around her ears and framing her lovely face. I was struck again by how beautiful she was, and by how fortunate I was to be loved by my Luscious. She led me over to the bed nearest the window, and we sat down together and looked at the city lights. It was a clear night with a moon just past full casting its blue, stark light across the cityscape. The stars were nearly washed out by the moon's display, and the dome of light in which we resided, reaching up into the atmosphere, contributed to the dimming of the celestial display. At that moment, I didn't care. I had my own celestial light beside me, holding my hand. I let go of her hand so I could put my arm around her. She turned her head toward me, anticipating a kiss, and I tried not to disappoint her. I must have been doing it right, because I could detect, either through my hearing or subliminally, a contented sound, nearly a purr, emanating from her. After a few minutes she twisted a little, so she could put her arm by my waist. She let her weight fall back onto the bed, and she pulled me down with her. We turned toward each other a little, shifting to accommodate our relative positions, with our legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. I felt her lips part just a little, and her tongue peeked out to tease my mouth. We continued kissing, each gradually getting more adventurous in our ardor. Our mouths opened against each other, and our tongues engaged in a ritual older than either of us. In time, I felt Kayla begin to ruck up my tee shirt and rub her palms on the bare skin of my chest. Her fingers found my nipples and teased each of them. I heard her hum into my mouth as she felt my chest and pushed up my shirt even further. My own hand began to mirror her actions. My fingers found their way beneath her tee shirt, onto her tummy. I felt her abdominal muscles tighten just a little in response to my touch. I slowly ran my hand up her body until it encountered the slope of her left breast. I was not surprised to discover Kayla was not wearing a bra. My fingers explored her soft skin, skimming over her flesh along her sternum and just beneath her breasts, deliberately staying away from her sensitive tips. We continued kissing, taking things slowly, almost leisurely. We had all night, after all, and we didn't really have anywhere to be the next day. Kayla had taken care of me the night before, so this time it was my turn to make sure she was well satisfied. Our kisses got hotter and wetter as our temperature elevated, and I finally could not resist anymore. I let my hand slide up over her soft mounded flesh, and I let my fingertips brush across her swollen nipples. Kayla moaned into my mouth when she felt the stimulation my fingers were bringing to her, and she began to pinch on my nipples in response. We teased each other with our kisses and our touching in the darkened room, alone together in the middle of the city. Finally, with a gasp, Kayla had to break free of my mouth, and she threw her head back and let herself be carried away by my fingers and my lips, which were even then nibbling at her earlobe. I found I was panting, too, but since I was paying homage to her tender neck and ear, I made sure I warmed the back of her ear with my breath as I took her earlobe between my lips. The combination made her shiver just a little, and I felt it through the palm of my hand as I pressed against her breast. My tongue left a damp trail down her neck as I dropped toward her throat with my mouth. I kissed her just below the hinge of her jaw, down below the jut of her jawbone, below her chin, to the hollow of her lovely throat. I spent a few minutes tasting her there, all while my hand was kneading the flesh of her soft breast, alternately playing with her nipple and hefting and squeezing her boob. I had pushed up her shirt so that it had bunched up above her breasts, so I abandoned my southern journey for just a moment. I began teasing her with my tongue and lips along the swell of her left breast. My right hand hefted her flesh, pushing the mound toward my mouth, but I wanted to wait before taking possession of her swollen nipple with my lips quite yet. Instead, I nibbled and licked my way around her breast, down the valley between her boobs, and licked the underside of first her right, and then her left breast, gathering up the salty perspiration that was leaching from her skin. Once I had tasted her tender flesh, I couldn't be held back. I teased her as long as I could, but there came a point where I just couldn't hold back anymore. I allowed my tongue to circle around her breast, moving in a concentric circle toward its rosy and distended destination. My lips gobbled up her nipple, and I pinched her other nipple at the same time. I heard and felt Kayla's sharp intake of breath as the sudden onslaught raced through her body, and she held my head tightly, wanting more. I worshipped her breasts, sucking on her nipples and squeezing her soft contours, and built her up. She had her head back and her eyes closed, concentrating on the electrical pulses firing along her nerves from her nipples, to her pussy, to her brain. I, too, was doing my share of concentrating as I sucked in on her, trying to get as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. She was small, and her skin was tightened because of the swelling of her nipples and her breasts, so there wasn't a lot of meat to bring into my mouth, but I did the best I could, until I felt her hard nub against the back of my tongue. I gave her as much suction as I could, and as I did, I let my hand skim down her body until I found the waistband of her satiny shorts. My fingers slipped beneath the elastic and over her tummy, drawn instinctively to the well of moisture below. I encountered the short, sparse hair above her pussy, down to her puffy outer lips. My middle finger parted her folds, releasing the accumulation of oils, and my fingertips were immediately covered with her hot lubrication. The release of the moisture also mixed the scent of her arousal into the air, and my nose picked it up. My cock twitched in anticipation as my finger delved between her spread legs. My steely appendage wanted to feel what my finger was experiencing as my fingertip found her flooded hole and dipped in. Kayla's hips hunched up at the intrusion, her body demanding more, and I was anxious to accommodate. I released her breast from my sucking mouth and began my journey down to her center. I moved over so that I was between her legs, and I slipped to my knees on the floor. I reached up and gently pulled her soccer shorts down. She lifted up her butt to assist me, and I let them slide down her legs and off her feet. I dropped them to the floor, put my hands on her inner thighs to guide her legs open. Kayla lifted her legs so they could rest on my shoulders, and she crossed her ankles against my back. I leaned in and licked her. That first taste, oh! How I loved that first, tangy and fresh taste of my Luscious. I used just the tip of my tongue to gather up her juices, and her drooling slot seemed to flower open at my touch, giving me more access to her. I laved her from the skin of her legs to her clitoris, peeking out and seeming to seek attention. I ran my tongue around the pencil-tip of nerve endings, spreading lubrication and lapping up the overflow, and used my fingers to stimulate her further along her folds. I thrust my index finger into her as deeply as I could go, and her hips bumped up. As I used my tongue on her clit, I added a second finger, and finger-fucked her in rhythm to the trilling of my tongue against her sensitive bud. I heard her moan, "Oh God, oh God," and I glanced up and watched her face for a moment. She looked almost like she was in pain, with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth grimacing. She had one hand on the back of my head, and her other hand was pinching her nipple. No matter what it felt like, I knew it could feel even better if somebody else was doing it, so I reached up with one hand and grasped her other breast, squeezing the orb for her. Just that extra amount of stimulation was all it took to send her over. She screeched breathlessly, her whole body tensed up, and she was tossed into the waves of the wonderful storm. I continued licking through her center, and I also worked my two fingers in and out of her with my right hand. My left hand pinched her nipple in time with my strokes, and I was rewarded with a remarkably sweet and oily discharge from her pussy. She lost control of her body for just a second, and three slight puffs of gas escaped from her asshole. Kay never realized she farted, and I would never tell her about it. It surprised me, and I started giggling as I played her. An unusual side effect of her orgasm, I surmised. It was the first time I had encountered the phenomenon, but certainly not the last. Finally, she pushed my head away from her with a groan. I settled back and sat against the wall, underneath the window, as Kayla slowly sat up. Her eyes were slitted, and her hair was tangled, but she had a determined look to her. She came down to the floor and knelt between my legs. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them off, with my assistance, and tossed them to join hers on the floor beside the bed. She lifted up my shirt, pulling it off me, and it floated down onto the growing pile of our clothes. Still without a word, she put her hands on my shoulders, lifted herself up, and straddled me. She pressed her breast to my mouth, and I opened up and nibbled on her, taking advantage of the opportunity. She let me play with her for just a moment, and then she reached down and grabbed my rampant cock. She held it upright, aimed the head toward her middle, and let herself sink down, impaling herself on me. It was my turn to moan. She was very hot, very wet, and very tight. She settled down on me, her butt resting on my thighs and my cock buried in her, and stayed there for the moment. I could feel her body adjusting to the intrusion of my pole, and Kayla sighed with satisfaction. Her tee shirt was still around her body, so I put my hands on her breasts - because I just couldn't resist them - and then I ran my hands up under her shirt and pulled it up. She raised her arms, and I pulled it off her and tossed the shirt to the side as she put her hands on my chest to steady herself. She stared into my eyes, a tiny smile on her face, and I watched her concentrate. She contracted her pussy muscles, squeezing against my cock, and she grinned at my reaction. Two can play that game, I thought to myself, and I concentrated on flexing my cock within her. Her eyes got a little wider when she felt that, and the battle was on. We both worked each other, sitting there quietly and connected by our fleshy bond, flexing and contracting and working each other into something of a frenzy. Finally she had to move. In that position, we just couldn't remain still for very long, and her legs began to work. She lifted herself up, and I began that long slide as I withdrew from her body. When just the head of my cock was still encased inside her, she dropped back down on me, until I was as deep inside her as I could get. Once I was fully sheathed, she would flex her vaginal muscles against me, and start the process over again. We established a rhythm in our lovemaking of upstroke, pause, downstroke, flex. We worked each other like this, until, finally, our bodies betrayed us, and both of our movements got a little more erratic. Kayla put her hands on my shoulders again, and she whispered, "Faster." I was the one sitting on the floor, so I had limited control over how fast we moved, but I did what I could. Kayla did most of the work, and she began to fuck herself on me, moving up and down on my rod, her pussy contributing a continuous supply of warm lubrication and the tip of my cock bubbling with pre-cum adding to the reservoir. My heart rate was elevated, my breathing was rasping, and Kayla was panting with the effort she was providing toward our climaxes. I felt the machinery engage, the hydraulics prime, and the countdown begin. Kayla was whispering to herself, "More, more, more," over and over, willing her crisis to take her. She was readying herself for when she felt me go off, and I didn't disappoint her. The muscles of my stomach, butt, and thighs clenched, I hunched up at her, and I blasted my first streamer of semen into her. She must have felt it, because she huffed, grimaced, and began to bounce on me, frantically arching her pelvis to try to rub her distended clit against my pubic bone. I clenched, held my breath, and pumped, hitched in a breath and clenched again, four times, and then five, giving her all I had. She took it all, and her spasming walls worked against my pumping organ for more, squeezing and gripping and rippling against my flesh buried deeply within her. She collapsed against me, her head lolling on my shoulder, her climax having crested. I put my arms around her and held her, exhausted, and I kissed her pale, soft, and damp hair. She sat practically bonelessly on me, with my slowly softening member still encased in her, and she hummed softly. It was a happy and satisfied sound, and it made my heart glad that I could contribute to its creation. "I take it she liked it," I said softly. "Oh, yes, she liked it a lot," she whispered. She picked up her head and looked into my eyes happily. "And he liked it, too," she added. "He loved it," I replied. "And he loves the girl, too." She kissed me softly, her eyes filling. "And the girl loves the boy," she said. My softening cock was beginning to slip out of her, bringing with it a small flood of our intermingled fluids. Kayla sat up, letting my deflated cock plop wetly down onto my leg, and she moved over to sit against the wall next to me. I put my arm around her, and she rested her head on my chest. She put her arm around my waist, and we sat there together in companionable quiet. She was warm beside me as we cooled down from our exertions, and I could have stayed there with her forever. It didn't take long, however, before the boy once again realized he had a naked girl next to him, and his body responded in a predictable fashion. I was willing to ignore the swelling of my cock, but Kayla saw it. She looked up into my face and smiled. "Well, hello there, sailor," she said as her hand sneaked down to take possession of my expanding member. She scooted away from me just enough to be able to drop down and lick the head of my cock as she held me as if she was holding an ice cream cone. Her tongue lapped around the head, creating heated moisture and friction, and made me grow even faster in her hand. As her mouth closed over me, she began jacking me with her hand, working my cock to increase its rigidity while she stimulated the sensitive flesh with her lips and tongue. She sucked on me, lowering down and taking as much of me into her mouth as she could, and she slid me between her lips, up and down, her saliva creating a slippery, hot, and moist environment for me. After just a few minutes I could feel my blood pounding as my heart rate accelerated. Kayla's hand moved from stroking my length to caressing my balls, and, as I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her mouth, she began to hum. The vibrations kicked me up several notches, and I could feel my cock pulsing with my heartbeat, expanding and contracting within her mouth. Her intent was not to finish me off with her mouth, though, and after a few minutes of stimulating me, she lifted up. She kept up her suction until the tip of my cock popped out from between her lips with an audible pop. She grabbed hold of my erection with her small hand once again, and once more knelt over me. She settled herself into my lap, once again nesting me into her body, but this time she wrapped her legs around my waist. I had to scoot us away from the wall when I felt her legs go around me, shimmying up a couple of feet with her in my lap, and the bumping along across the carpet created some delicious pressure right where Tab A was fitted into Slot B. She smiled even as her breath caught as we both enjoyed the results of our movement, and she bent down just a little and kissed me hard. We stayed like that, barely moving, for a long time, until I began to tire. I felt like I was holding her up, and my abs and sides were aching, so I moved us again, this time so we were parallel to the bed, and I slowly lay back. Kayla contorted herself so that we didn't lose our connection as she untangled her legs from around me so I could lay flat, and she lay down on top of me, her legs outside mine, and she began to scrunch her hips against me. I reached down and grabbed the globes of her ass and squeezed them, helping her to move on my cock with my hands, and the wonderful friction worked its magic on us once again. She pushed up with her arms so she could watch my face as she fucked me, and I was able to watch her tits jiggle and sway above me. I was tempted to grab them, but I had my hands full, so to speak, and they were quite happy where they were. I bent my neck to somewhat of an awkward angle so I could try to capture one of her nipples between my lips. Kayla giggled and swayed her upper body to keep me from claiming her prize, until she finally took pity on me and fed me her swollen tip. She sighed as I clamped down on her with my lips and my teeth, closed her eyes, and began to move her hips in earnest. Her lower body started moving hard against me, and it was taking its toll. It took a long time to climb the mountain, but once at the top, the fall was going to be spectacular. I let go of her boob with my mouth, reached up to hold the sides of her head, and I brought her down for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. I wanted her to feel a dual connection, pussy to cock and tongue to tongue as we came. We built together, and we crashed together. I hunched up into her, and the pumps activated. My hot gift splashed against her straining walls, and she cried out into my mouth as her own orgasm triggered. Midway through our climaxes we had to break off our kiss as each of us gasped and panted. I was giving her my last, weak spurts when she climbed up once more and climaxed again, and climbed yet again, a series of rolling climaxes that coursed unabated through her. I could feel her pussy clasping down on me with each series of convulsions, milking my cock as I was embedded in her, until, finally, her body shivered and collapsed on top of me, completely done in by our lovemaking. At that point I was nearly incoherent, also. My entire lower body seemed to be twitching in sympathy with my heart beating, and my cock tried to let loose with one last, weak spurt before giving up. I ran my hands down her back to her ass, then back up again, and they finally came to rest in the small of her back, where I could feel the heat from her exertions radiating from her. After resting for a few minutes, Kayla was finally able to pick up her head to look tiredly at me. "Wow," she said. "Just... wow." I ran my fingertips up and down her spine, still thrilling at the touch of her naked flesh. "You worked hard for that one," I said. She nodded wearily. "It was worth it." As a tease I tried to flex my weary and worn-out cock, still firmly seated inside her, but I got no response from it. She must have felt the effort, though, because she leaned over to the side and let my cock slip from her pussy. "The poor little guy's got nothing left," she said. "Sweetie," I replied, "just a word of advice. Naked guys don't like to be called 'little' after a performance like we just had." Kayla laughed out loud, and bent down to kiss first my poor, shriveled and used cock, and then me. "He's little now, but he came up big when he needed to," she said, her lips still touching mine. (Continued in Chapter 19) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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