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Part 2 Disapearing Act



Jeff emerged from the shower and toweled off. The smell of bacon filled
the air. "One of the neighbors must be cooking," he thought to himself as
he closed the window, and headed downstairs for some coffee. Reaching the
foot of the stairs, he could hear noises coming from the kitchen.
Forgetting Liz had spent the night in the guestroom, he grabbed a poker
from the fireplace and went to investigate.

Liz didn't hear Jeff enter and before she knew it there were eggs and
bacon on the floor. She quickly grabbed for some paper towels to clean the
mess.

"My God, Jeffery, you scared me half to death," she said looking up to
see a stark naked Jeff standing before her. Quickly she lowered her face
to the task of cleaning, trying to hide her now reddened face from Jeff's
view.

"Ah, Jeff, don't you think you should at least put on a robe or
something?"

He looked down to realize that he was not only without cloths but fully
aroused. He was not use to having people in the house when he awoke, and
it was not unusual for him to patrol the house in the buff after his
shower.

"Um, I'll be right back," he said reaching for a place mat off the table
to cover himself. He quickly backed his way out of the kitchen, retreating
back to the bedroom to get some pants. He was not embarrassed at what had
transpired and would have felt quite comfortable to sit down and eat just
as he was. It was clear however, that Liz was uncomfortable to say the
least at the situation and he did not want to feel that way in his house.

Moments later he returned wearing his work pants and a tight white
tshirt. Liz felt more at ease now, however she couldn't seem to avert her
gaze from his chest. The shirt hugged snug against his pecks, showing
every muscle as he moved; a cold shower would definitely be in order when
breakfast was done.

Acting like nothing had happened Liz walked over and placed a plate of
bacon and a carafe of orange juice on the table. She then kissed his
forehead and gave a smirk as she turned back toward the counter; she had
never realized how gorgeous he was.

"How did you sleep?" she asked trying to change the thoughts in her
head, while scooping the scrambled eggs into a bowl.

"I slept great, and then I awoke to noises in my kitchen. I thought you
were a burglar, and an awfully brave one at that to be robbing me during
sunlight hours." He smiled, rose, and walked up behind her, placing his
arms around her waist, then whispered seductively in her ear, "But I'm glad
it was you."

Her entire body quivered at his touch. She bent her head back so it
rested firmly on his shoulder and turned her head so her face nuzzled into
his neck. The smell of his freshly cleaned body tantalized her nostrils
and she could feel her knees start to buckle. "I am a burglar," she said
lightly while running her nose softly across his neck up to his ear. "I'm
steeling kisses." She ran her lips and then her tongue across the lob of
his ear, occasionally sucking it into her mouth while continuing with her
stroking tongue.

"That's not fair you know," he began, trying not to give into the
feelings she was producing inside him. "You shouldn't start anything you
can't finish."

She turned around and stared him right in the eyes.

"Who ever said I wouldn't finish?" He gave her a devilish grin, and
tried to pull her closer, but she pulled away grabbing a chair and placing
it between them. "Then again, who ever said I would!" she chuckled and ran
up the stairs with him in hot pursuit.

"You're just a tease," he yelled jokingly through the bathroom door,
then stood there waiting for her reply. But all he got was the sound of
the shower turning on.

She heard what he had said, and even though she knew he was kidding, she
also knew he was right. She didn't mean to tease: her heart and soul
wanted him so badly, but when things hit a certain boiling point, her fears
would come flooding back at her and panic would ensue.

At 27 she was technically still a virgin., Not because she was
unpopular; she had many opportunities. She was by choice. No one ever
seamed to fit the mold she had in her head of her first, and then there was
Jimmy Douglas. He was the football captain at UCLA during her college
years and they dated for 6 months. One day after a big game Jimmy wanted
to celebrate the win and forced himself on her. When she refused to
submit, she was greeted with a black eye and several bruised ribs, before
he raped her. Feeling at the time as most girls in her situation do, that
it was her own fault, she never reported it to the police and never got
over it either. Since that day she wouldn't allow anyone to get that close
to her; that is until she met Jeff.

She wanted so much to tell him, she needed to tell him, but the words
just were not there. Every time she would muster the courage to blurt it
all out, she would imagine his reaction. She often thought of herself as
dirty and soiled because of the incident, so he would too. The thoughts
brought tears to her eyes and she began to cry uncontrollably.

She wasn't sure how much time she had spent sobbing in the shower when
reality hit. All at once she knew what she had to do, and she knew she
would need to muster up every once of energy she had to do it.

When she came out of the shower, she realized she had no clothes to put
on since she arrived in her nightgown and robe. Rummaging through Jeff's
dresser, she found a long sleeve flannel shirt that she quickly put on.
The shirt was large enough that it covered her panty line but left little
room for movement without showing the world her wares. A bit more of a
search produced an old pair of sweat pants with a drawstring, which was
good, since the elastic had long been gone.

Quietly she tiptoed down the stairs and past the den where she could see
Jeff's back to the doorway, buried in his work. Taking a piece of paper
and a pen from her purse, she quickly jotted a note. She taped it to the
banister for him to find, with some tape she found in the drawer of the
hall table. As silently as she could, she opened the front door and crept
out, then hailed a taxi and left.

Several hours had passed when Jeff realized he had not seen Liz in
awhile, so he got up to go look for her.

"Liz," he called out loud, but there was no answer.

He continued through the downstairs of the house calling her name, but
she was nowhere to be found. Then he noticed the note:

Jeff,

I am sorry I left without saying goodbye. You were so engrossed in your
work that I didn't want to disturb you.

I have some errands to run, and some things to think about.

I'll call you later!

Love Lizzy

Dropping the note where he stood, he immediately ran out the front door
and down to the curb calling her name, but she was long gone by then. Upon
returning to the house, he retrieved the note from its restingplace on the
floor. He read it over and over again, trying to figure out what she
needed to think about. He hoped his crack about being a tease didn't upset
her.

"I'll call her later," he said aloud, then placed the note on the table
next to the door and went back to work.

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

 

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BRAVING THE ELEMENTS (Chapter 13)

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear
Sophie, happy birthday to yoooooou!"

Sophia blew out the candles on her cake. Her mother had had a small
gathering in the house, prior to Jessie's big bash. Her brother and sister
were there, of course, plus her stepfather. And Warren.

As they all devoured the cake, Sophia opened her presents. Her mother
got her some nice clothes and her stepfather a gift certificate to the
local CD store. Then Warren handed her a package.

" It's kind of humorous, but you'll love it. And this one there is no
way I'd have you open at the party!"

Sophia tore open the paper. It was a very large, leatherbound book,
very nice. She read: "The collected works of William Shakespeare. Oh,
Warren, this is great! What a wonderful present. Thank you so much!"

Warren chuckled. "Hey, if I'm going to turn you into a Shakespeare
addict, least I can do is finance it, right?"

"You got that right. Warren, this is the perfect present. Especially
from you."

"No, that was the second most perfect present." He handed her a small
box.

"Another?" She opened the package. It was a jewelry box, which she
opened. And gasped.

Inside, was a gold pendant. On the pendant, hung a small gold heart.
All around the outside of the heart were a series of small, perfect
diamonds. Inscribed on the heart, in very small letters, it said "Love,
Warren." It was gorgeous.

"Oh, Warren, this is beautiful."

"No more beautiful than you."

"I think I'm going to cry."

"'sokay. It's real gold, it won't rust."

Sophia laughed and cried at the same time. "You goof! Put it on me?"

"Gladly". Warren undid the clasp and placed it around her neck from the
behind, and redid the clasp. "It looks perfect on you."

Tara, her sister, had to come check it out, as did her mother. "Sophia,
this is beautiful. Nice job, Warren."

"Thanks, Mrs. Kovach."

They walked out of the house, and headed to Jessie's house for the
party.

"So, you're fifteen now. I'm officially dating an older woman," Warren
teased.

"And don't you forget it."

"Sweet Fifteen and never been.....no, you've been kissed. And never
been.....no, you've been that, too."

"Warren!"

"Sweet Fifteen and never been..........Soph, is there anything you
haven't done?"

Sophia's eyes twinkled. "Anal."

"Really."

"Yeah." She looked at him. "Hmmmmmm. I've always been curious,
though."

Warren laughed. "That, ruler of my heart, is a project for another
evening. Now we have to go face the jackals."

"Hmmmm. I'd rather go back home and have sex."

"Sophie!"

"OK. Some other time." She stopped. "What did you just call me?"

"When?"

"A minute ago, when you said it was a project for another evening."

"Hmmm. Oh. Ruler of my heart, of course."

"I like that."

"Soph, you are. You are the ruler of my heart. You've got it hanging
around your neck, don't you?"

"Dammit, you're going to make me cry again."

"You'll ruin your makeup."

"You goof! Well, this is Jessie's house. Ready?"

"As I'll ever be, I suppose."

They walked in the back door, into the kitchen.

"Well if it isn't the birthday girl and her escort, Studley!"

Sophia laughed. "Hi, Jess."

"Hi, Jess", Warren chimed in. "Where can I put this?" He held out a
bag.

"What's in it?"

"My world famous chip dip."

Jessie laughed. "Warren, you're such a nerd." She paused. "Is it good
dip?"

Sophia interjected, "I can answer that. It's fabulous. Be nice to him,
I told him to make a batch."

Jessie laughed, "Alrighty then. Put it on the table around the corner,
there, Prep Boy." She looked at Sophia. "What's this?" She reached out and
lifted the necklace. "Nice. Bday gift from Studley, there?" Sophia
nodded. "How sickeningly sweet of him. "

Sophia laughed. "We the first ones here?"

"Pretty much. Oh, I have bad news. I think Alexandra is coming. I
tried to make sure she didn't hear about it, but I think she did. Oh, and
John and Annie will definitely be here."

"Oh that ought to be fun."

"What ought to be fun?" asked Warren as he reentered the kitchen.

"Nothing, dear heart. Just discussing some of the jackals I'll have to
fend off tonight."

Warren smirked. "Did you grow your claws to slash 'em, or did we leave
that to Jess?"

"You watch your tongue, Prep Boy. I've been known to bite them off."
Jess interjected.

"Well, Jess, I'm taken, but I think I've got a friend that would enjoy
that."

"Really."

"Yeah. He'd like your claws, too."

"Oh, really. So, Warren, do you like claws?"

"I wouldn't know. Sophie bites her fingernails."

Jessie laughed. "You're alright, for a preppy, Warren."

"And you're not bad for a shedevil, Jess."

"You just remember that."

"Ahem," interjected Sophia. "Is the mutual admiration society for the
Preppy and the SheDevil over yet?"

"Yeah, he's all yours, chickiebabe."

"Thanks." Sophia said dryly.

"Beer's over there. Coke is also over there, Warren, I know that's what
you drink. You need help with any.....problems....just holler. This is
your birthday, Sophanyone gives you serious shit, they are so out of here,
got it?"

"Got it."

They went out and grabbed the loveseat where Sophia usually held court
during Jessie's parties.

"So", Warren asked, "What am I going to be up against?"

"Don't worry, dear heart," smiled Sophia. "There will be some people
that give us shit. Now, there are some people who I don't care if they
give us shit or not. Some people I do. You'll be able to tell the
difference. Just go with the flow."

"OK."

Sophia popped open a beer. "It might go a bit easier if you grabbed one
of these."

"I am not particularly fond of the taste of beer. And, yes, I have had
it. I'm not a goodytwoshoes completely. In fact, if Jess has any rum, I
could be persuaded to pop some in my Coke."

Sophia laughed. "Rum? Really? Next time Jess breezes by, I'll ask
her."

"There she is."

"Jess! You got any hard stuff?"

"A little. Right over there. You steppin' up from beer?"

"Nah. Warren likes rum."

"Prep Boy likes the hard stuff? Wonders never cease......"

Sophia giggled. Warren just smirked and dumped some rum in his coke.

The party filled up quickly. A few people wandered over to Sophia, and
wished her happy birthday. Nobody had yet taken too much notice of Warren.

"Hi, Sophia, Happy birthday."

"Why, hello, Lisa."

Lisa looked at Sophia, and then at Warren. "And what...is this?"

"This is my boyfriend, Warren. Warren, this is Lisa." Sophia shot
Warren a "trouble coming, watch out" look.

"Boyfriend? That?"

"That's right."

"I don't know him. He doesn't look like your type. Does he go to
Oceanside?"

"St. Michael's."

"You are dating a preppy?" Lisa giggled. "Oh, wait till everyone gets a
load of this. This is the funniest thing I've ever seen. Sophia Daniels
is going out with a geek! And you used to think you were so cool, too.
What a pity," Lisa smirked.

"Ah, well, Lisa, you know how it is. There are more important things
than being cool."

"Like what?"

"Earthshattering, mindblowing sex, for one."

Lisa looked at Warren with amazement. Warren just got a little grin on
his face. "You've got to be joking," Lisa said.

"No joke. He's a stud."

Lisa just walked away, shaking her head. Sophia and Warren looked at
each other and cracked up.

"You are shameless!" Warren exclaimed.

"Yup. Hi, Karen."

"Hey, Soph. Happy birthday."

"Thanks. This is...." Karen interrupted her.

"Warren Kelleher? How you doin?"

"Karen Laskovich? Long time no see!"

"You two know each other?" Sophia asked.

"Went to grammar school together," Karen smiled. "Warren got me through
fifthgrade math almost singlehandedly. You're about the last person I
expected to see here, though. Did you switch from nerdiness to partying?"

"Nope, still a nerd." Warren laughed. "Just a nerd that happens to be
going out with Juliet, here."

Karen blinked. "You're going out with Sophia?"

"Yeah. For about a month now."

Karen grabbed a chair across from them. "This is just about the last
two people I ever expected to see hook up. No offenseSophia, you know
that I love you, and, Warren, you know I think you're the salt of the
earth. But, together? Wow."

"You weren't the only one surprised," interjected Jessie, who was
walking behind them.

"You just shut up or I'll bite those fingernails off," called Warren.

"Promises, promises," Jess shouted back.

"Let's face it, Soph, he's not your typical guy. Heck, I've always
liked Warren, but he's not my typical guy, either," Karen was saying.

"Yeah, well, my 'typical guy' has been treating me like shit for too
long."

"I heard about what happened with Scott. Was Warren the knight in
shining armor that I heard about?"

"Yeah. We were just good friends, then. And then we were more than
friends."

"Good for you. It's working?"

"So far so good."

"Good for both of you, then. Nice to see you again, Warren. I'll see
you later."

Sophia looked at Warren. "That one was better."

"Yeah, well, Karen always was good people. Even when I knew her, she
was a bit of a hellraiser, but very nonjudgmental. She'd talk to me when
lots of people wouldn't."

"I like Karen, always have. But here comes a crucial one." Warren
looked up to see a guy approaching them.

"Sophiedophie!" Sophia stood up and gave the guy a big hug. "Happy
birthday, little one. Having a good one?"

"So far, so good. How are you, Nickie?"

"Super and duper, all at once." Sophia sat down back on the loveseat.
Nick grabbed the chair. "How you doin'? Is the asshole still locked up?"

"Last I heard."

"Good. He ever gets out, I kill him. I wish I had been there when he
pulled this shit. Thank God for the guy who was there, I heard you had
someone who took some punches for you."

"Yeah. Speaking of which, this is Warren. Warren, this is Nick, one of
my best friends in the world."

"Nice to meet you," Nick said. "Hey, I know this guy. Didn't you go to
East Elementary?"

"Yeah."

"I was a year ahead of you, I think."

"Yeah, you were." Warren had a disturbed look on his face.

"Warren, something wrong?" Sophia asked.

"No, everything's fine. I'm going to grab another coke. Want a beer?"

"Yeah, thanks." Warren got up. Sophia watched him go. "I wonder what
got into him?"

"I think I know," Nick said. "Soph, I'm not always a nice guy, you know
that. I can be brutal to people."

"Only those that deserve it."

"No, not always. Sometimes to people who are weak, or who are easy to
bully. I've gotten betterand I've never done that to a girl or
anythingbut in grammar school, I hung around with a couple of bullies, and
got carried away a few times." Nick took a deep breath. "And your friend
there was one of the victims, I'm pretty sure. Warren, you said?"

"Yeah. Warren Kelleher."

"Yup. It was him. He recognized me right off, I could tell."

"Oh, shit. And I introduced you as one of my best friends. After what
he did for me concerning Scott, he must be furious that I'm calling someone
who beat him up one of my best friends."

"Sophia, I'm sorry. Wait a minute. He's the one who took the punches
from Scott?"

"Yeah."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Believe it, Nick. He's got a lot more guts than you realize."

"Anyone who takes a bullet for a woman is all right in my book. I have
to see what I can do to fix this when he comes back. Any friend of yours
is a friend of mineshit, I never even knew the guy, he was just an easy
target."

"We do need to fix this. Nick, you are one of my best friends, despite
your faults"she smiled at himand Warren is my boyfriend."

"BOYFRIEND? Shit, I thought you guys were just friends. You're dating
HIM?"

Sophia giggled. "For about a month now. You jealous?" she teased.

"Of course not. We've never had that type of relationship, and,
besides, I have Missy. But you, and him? I mean, what's the attraction,
besides gratitude?"

"If it were just gratitude, we'd still be only just friends."

"OK, so why are you going out with him? I just don't see it. He's so
different than the guys you used to be attracted to."

"Yeah, he doesn't fucking beat me up, for one."

"OK, I suppose I deserved that."

"Nick, he's brilliant. He's funnykeeps me in stitches most of the time
we are togetherhe's fun to be with. Believe it or not, we like a lot of
the same things. He's a skater, tooin fact he got me back on the ice, and
we're going to try dancing together. He likes the Beatles. He's got me
reading again. He's delightfully endearing. He's sweet, caring, and
treats me like an absolute princess. He's got me believing in myself
again, I didn't think that was even possible."

"Wow." Nick looked at her and saw the necklace. "Birthday present, from
him?"

"Yeah." She showed it to him. "He gave this to me because he says I am
the ruler of his heart."

"Sophia, you are glowing. You're really in love with this guy, aren't
you? I know it can't be the sex, not with him," Nick added dryly.

Sophia punched him playfully on the arm. "First of all, yes I am
completely in love with him. I love him more than I ever thought I could
love another person. He loves me just as much. And, for your information,
the sex is mindblowing."

"You are kidding."

"I would never kid about something like that, not with you. I've shared
my sexual encounters with you since I began having them. You always told
me that the guys I was going to bed with were creeps, that a real man would
make me....you know......feel it. Well, Nick, you were right. Warren is a
real man, a thousandfold."

"Wow. I think I've got some serious reassessing to do. And some
serious fence mending. Where is he?"

"Over there. Don't look. He's lurking, kind of watching us. I think
he's waiting for you to leave."

"Damn. I don't want this hanging over your head, Soph. I care about
you too much for that."

"Let me take care of it." She raised her voice. "Hey, PREP BOY, where
the hell is my BEER?????"

The whole room cracked up. Even Warren forgot his trepidation about
Nick, and hurried back to the love seat. "Sorry, ma'am, here you go,
ma'am" he said in mock submission as he sat back next to her and handed her
the beer.

"There's a good boy. You can bow and scrape later, in bed." Warren
blushed. "Oh, you are too damn yummy when you do that!" Warren blushed
harder. "I may have to attack you right here."

"Oh, baby," Warren giggled. He put his arm around her and gave her a
big kiss.

Nick just laughed. Warren abruptly realized that Nick was still there,
and dropped his hand, and got a blank look on his face. Sophia grabbed his
hand and put it in hers, and squeezed.

"Nick was telling me about your....history."

"Oh."

"Listen, Warren." Nick began. "I've done some things I'm not proud of.
Bullying people in elementary school is one of them."

"Really."

"Yeah, really. I had some problems back then. Hopefully I've worked
them out. I'm not proud of my part in what was done to you back then."
Nick took a deep breath. "I suppose I've been quick to categorize people.
And now it's coming back to haunt me. Because I see a guy that, a few
years ago, I wrote off as a losera wimpa pussyI see this guy here, and
he's making my surrogate little sister light up like a Christmas tree. And
I know that this same socalled wimp took a beating on behalf of the same
little sister not too long ago. I like to think I've gotten better at
judging people, and I certainly hope so, because I so obviously misjudged
you back at East. Anyone who can make Sophia glow like that is someone
that I'd like to get to know better. Sophia's very important to me. I
haven't seen her smile like this in a long time." He took another deep
breath. "So, Warren, whatever went on back then, whatever I didI am truly
sorry."

Nick held out his hand.

Warren thought for a second. And then took it, and they shook.

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

 

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Welcome to the Church of The Reverend Cotton Mather. This
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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




10

THE BABYSITTER


So there I was, ringing the doorbell at the Wilkinson house at 7:30
sharp. I was freshly showered, and I had shaved off the peach fuzz
from my chin, and thought I looked presentable enough in my Chicago
Fire jersey. When I rang the bell, I heard the pounding of small,
active feet running inside, and the door flew open. Davey and Kip
flew out and tried to gangtackle me on the front steps, and very
nearly succeeded before Molly came out to rescue me.

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

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

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

After about 45 minutes, I stopped the movie so the boys could get
ready for bed. We promised them that they could watch the rest of it
with us, as long as they brushed their teeth and put on their pajamas.
They raced each other to see who could be the fastest, and Davey,
being a year older, ran down the stairs first, reclaiming his corner
of the couch. Kip was right behind him, and when they both were
settled, I started the movie back up. While the boys were getting
ready for bed, Molly and I cleaned up the spilled popcorn and carried
the dirty dishes and glasses into the kitchen and rinsed everything
off. When the boys came back down, Molly and I sat back down on the
floor, our knees and shoulders just touching. By the time the movie
ended, Molly had her head resting on my shoulder, my arm was draped
around her, and the boys were fast asleep on the couch. We shook
them gently awake, and Molly and I each accompanied one boy up the
stairs and into their bed, tucking them in and turning out the
light. We shut their doors and went back downstairs to the family
room.

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

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

The back door opened, and Lori called out.

"Molly? I'm home."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I walked my bike through her neighbor's back yards before venturing
out onto the street. I hoped I could sneak into my own house as
easily as I snuck out of Molly's. Meanwhile, my mind whirled with
distractions, images of a blonde 13yearold intertwining with images
of Molly, sweatslicked at my side, in postcoital languor.



(Continued in Chapter 11)

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