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"Shit," She said, feeling as if she had wanted to cry. She was laid out on the floor realizing that the boys probably had her where they wanted. But for precious seconds after she'd fallen, nothing happened. When she had finally opened up her eyes she saw a tall figure looming over her, and he didn't look like any of the greasy faced boys she had run away from. As her eyes focused she murmured, "Kelly?"
He reached down and lifted her up off of the floor. "You alright?" He asked.
She held her head as she turned around to see the three boys who were chasing her stop dead in their tracks. One of them gulped. "Hey Kel..."
"What's going on here?"
"Nothing..." one of them said.
Kelly looked at Clinton, "What happened?" Clinton free lesbian video panted, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yo, what were y'all trying to do to this girl?"
"Nothing, man what's your deal?" Loose tie said.
"We were wondering what she was running from." Another boy chimed in.
"From you!" Clinton managed you half yell.
"No way."
"Uh uh."
"So how come her sweater's ripped?" Kelly asked, furrowing his brows.
"Alright, alright." Said Loose Tie. "We caught this Shaniqua roaming around the school after hours you know? Freshman bra day. You remember how it was when you were here..."
"This who?" Kelly said, placing his hand on Clinton's shoulder. "Aren't you guys like sophomores?"
"Uhh...yeah?"
"Then stop acting like you know me..."
"Oh come on man, we know who you are..." Loose Tie smiled and looked around at his boys for agreement.
"Listen, this is my stepsister and her name is Clinton. It's not Shaniqua."
The boys' eyes widened as they all looked at one another in surprise.
"We didn't know man..."
"And what do you mean, I 'know how it is'? I never chased girls who didn't want to be chased. What are you guys like rapists now?"
"Nah, man, we're just-you know..."
"Plus you **touched** her?" Kelly asked walking towards them. "Clinton, what do you want me to do?"
She shook her head, "I just want them to leave me alone."
"Aight. Y'all get out of here."
"Sure thing, we're out..." Loose Tie said, bounding towards the exit, his cronies following him.
Kelly turned back around to face Clinton, "Did they touch you?"
"They just ripped my sweater," Clinton said, trying to look downward because she felt herself blushing. "Thanks though."
"What teen lesbians have sex are you doing here so late?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh," Kelly smiled, "I guess you never heard the news."
"What news?" Clinton asked, noticing that he wore a Briarwood t-shirt and a pair of green khaki shorts.
"Shit," Kelly said looking at his wristwatch. "I'm late. Listen, get on to where you supposed to be before naked lesbians some more dudes mistake you for a freshman." And with that he ran lesbian porn off.
Clinton sighed, confused as ever. She felt a lump on the back of her head where she had bumped it on the floor. She realized that tryouts were about to begin. She ran to the nearest girls' room to change into her gym shorts.
* * *
Coach Jackson projected her voice in the gymnasium when she said, "About two-thirds of you girls will NOT make my team..." she paced back and forth along the line of girls who stood eagerly waiting to try out for the basketball team. "But do not take it personally. All that means is that you must work harder next year. And if that's not your bag, try something else. I run a winning team and I intend to keep it that way..."
Clinton listened as Jackson droned on and on about how tough she was and how stiff the commitment was going to be. She knew this technique-scaring the weakest willed, the least impassioned. These speeches never fazed her; she was a good b-ball player back in New York even though she had an intense interest in rugby and an affinity for tennis.
"This year we've got something interesting going on." Jackson said, "In conjunction with Southern California University's Sports Education program, we have a new assistant coach. Now we all know that the girls' basketball team never gets any extra funds, never gets an extra help, so the fact that we're getting someone who's training to teach sports and physical education is a blessing," Coach Jackson said as she finally stopped pacing. "And what's even better is that we have someone willing to help us who's something like a celebrity around these parts..."
Clinton wondered who this could be as she tightened her ponytail.
"Okay, we're ready for you," Jackson said. The door to her office opened and the person who exited startled Clinton. Her heart jumped and the lump in the back of her head began to throb.
"Ladies, if you free lesbian video don't know him you've certainly heard of him," Coach Jackson said, "Kelly Phillips!"
As Kelly walked across the lesbians kissing gym a bunch of girls began to applaud. Clinton scrunched up her face confused by a couple of things. One, she'd never understand why everyone and their mother thought Kelly was so great; two, how bizarre was it that he was working here now?
Kelly stood in front of the group of girls and began to talk, "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Kelly. You don't have to call me Coach Phillips or anything. Kelly is fine."
Many of the girls giggled. Clinton crossed her arms and averted her eyes, hoping that he didn't notice her or make eye contact.
"Anyway I'm a football player, but I love basketball too. I'm glad this internship has allowed me to come back to my old alma mater and do what I love doing best-"
"Okay, Kelly..." Coach Jackson smiled, "You're playing Mr. Modest. How 'bout you tell these girls how many NFL recruiters are scouting you? How many of teams have seen people to personally see you do what you do best?"
Kelly shrugged his shoulders, "Well, quite a few if it even matters Coach."
Clinton was astonished at how humble and charming he was being in front of the girls. And she felt as if it was indeed lesbian teens an act. She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, since he pretty much saved her moments ago, or at least her bra.
Coach Jackson blew her whistle, "Line up on that wall so I can separate you in teams." Before Clinton made her way over with the rest of the girls she felt a hand cup her shoulder. She turned around, staring Kelly right in the face.
"I didn't know you were trying out for b-ball. So that's why you were here this late. You should've just gone straight to the gym."
"Well I didn't know you were going to be a coach..."
"Assistant coach."
"Well," Clinton said inadvertently touching the back of her head. "You got any say on who makes the cut?"
"Some. Why? You want a favor?"
"I don't need a favor. I just want to make sure there's no bias against me."
"Nope. None at all. Let's see what you're made of."
"Okay," Clinton nodded as she walked away.
"Hey," Kelly yelled, "Your head okay?"
"It'll have to be." Clinton answered as she joined the rest of her competition.
After tryouts were over, Clinton was so hot and sweaty that she didn't even feel like putting back on her uniform to go home. She just threw on her school sweater with the rip in the shoulder and headed out in her gym shorts. Just being active again made her felt energized. She was prepared for the five-mile walk.
"Hey," she heard a voice call after her. She turned around. Once again it was her stepbrother.
"You need a ride?"
"I'm good."
"Gretchen's in Malibu staying at Tracey's mom's for some type of cheerleading party," Kelly said as he approached the girl. "And I know she's the one who picks you up, unless your mom..."
"I'm gonna walk."
"Walk? You know how late it is? It's getting dark."
"I didn't know you were so concerned,"
"I don't want anyone else trying to steal your bra again."
Clinton cracked a smile.
"See, I knew you could do one of those. Why don't you wait up, my boys are waiting outside, we'll drop you off."
"I said I'm-" Clinton was cut off by Coach Jackson.
"Don't keep me waiting Phillips, I need you to sign these papers."
He turned to Clinton as she walked back toward the office, "Don't go anywhere okay?" he said, then bounded towards the office.
Clinton had conflicting emotions. She didn't understand why he was being so nice to her, but she was sure she didn't want an awkward car ride with him and his friends. She lesbian pink left.
When she went out to the parking lot she saw an army green Ford Expedition filled with dudes, which pumped hip, hop music. She figured that this was the ride Kelly was offering. No thanks, she thought.
"Hey!"
Damn it, she thought. It seems like she could never escape his voice. He was fast. She spun on her heels to see him jogging towards her.
"I thought I told you to stay put?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I lesbian girls didn't know my name was Sparky," she touched her neck, "Nope, no flea collar here..."
He smirked and shook his head, "You know what I meant. Why you so hard headed Clinton?"
"Listen, I've been walking home by myself for a week. And just like a dog, I know my way back. I'll be fine. I don't need a ride."
"Hold on," he motioned toward her, "And don't go nowhere this time, I'm faster than you I can chase you down." He winked right before walking toward the truck filled with his friends. He gave the driver a pound with his fist and began talking to him. Moments later he was waving as the truck sped away.
"What did you do?" Clinton asked, "Your ride..."
"I'll just walk back. I could use the exercise."
"Walk back to campus?"
"No, the house. I'll wait for Pops to get home. I gotta talk to him anyway. I'll just get a ride from there."
"What's wrong with your car?" Clinton asked as she began walking.
"I let my friend hold it for the weekend."
"Oh." Clinton noticed that he was actually following her.
"Look, you didn't have to give up your ride just to walk me home. I do this a lot."
"It's like five miles."
"Takes me under an hour if I walk real fast."
"After that bump you took earlier, don't look like you gonna be walking real fast any time soon..."
"I'll be fine."
"So you say," Kelly said as they crossed the street. "If you pass out in the middle of the street in the dark it'll all fall back on me somehow. Why? Because I should've 'known better'. Isn't that what they always say about the oldest?" He smiled.
"Can you not tell my mother about what happened today? She'd freak out."
"You don't want your mother to freak out? Funny, I thought you liked attention."
"You don't know me then. And if you're getting your info from Gretchen, then you **really** don't know me."
"So she doesn't know you either huh? She sure talks about you a lot."
"For real?"
"Yeah. You would've thought you invented the light bulb or something."
"I'm sure it's mostly unflattering stuff."
"It's mostly just stuff about you period."
"Like what?"
"Like your hobbies, what you like to watch on TV. Your favorite food..."
"What did she tell you?"
"Drawing. The Simpsons. Family Guy. Pollo Rollatina 'cause your mom makes it the best..."
Clinton tried hard not to smile.
"It's a shame you didn't even finish yours that night. It was pretty damned good. You have Italian in your family?"
"My mother does."
"She's the best cook. Better than my mom. You know how my mom cooks?"
"How," Clinton noticed how they seemed to be making good time. They were almost halfway home. It was getting darker and colder though.
"With this," he pulled out his cell phone. "Or she calls Ms. Sadie."
"Who's that?"
"Lady who's taken care of me since I was lesbian twin sister about seven years old. She can throw down in the kitchen too."
"Let me guess, she's black?"
"Yeah, it just so happens that she is."
"So that's why you think you got your soul brotha pass..." Clinton smiled.
"I'm just being me. I'm not a caricature or anything am I?"
Clinton sighed, "I guess not." Clinton looked at her watch, "Damn..."
"What?"
"I'm gonna miss like the first thirty minutes of SmackDown..."
Kelly turned his head to look at her, "You like wrestling?"
"For various reasons. Yes its fake. I don't care. It takes a lot of athleticism nonetheless."
"First of all, I wouldn't call it fake. I'd say 'scripted'..."
Clinton smiled, "You watch too?"
"Ever since I was about ye high" Clinton held his hand level with his hip.
"Wow, everyone I know hates it and hates me for loving it."
"I'm not one of those people...so how long you been into it..."
Clinton and Kelly talked wrestling for the remainder of their walk, but right before they arrived on their doorstep Kelly asked, "What kind of a name is Clinton for a girl her first lesbian sex anyways?"
"What kind of a name is Kelly for a boy?"
"It was my grandfather's name." Kelly answered.
"It was the street I was born on."
"Wow another thing you told me about yourself without yelling at me."
"Don't push it," Clinton said as she pulled her house keys out of her pocket.
* * *
On Monday Clinton found out that she had made the cut for the basketball team. For the first time in a long time she felt really excited. She smiled throughout the entire day and for once noticed how beautiful the weather was in California, admitting to herself that New York didn't have the sun all year round.
For the next two weeks she went to basketball practice, giving it her all. Their first real game was next month, and she teen lesbian wanted to be prepared. She walked home with Kelly almost every day after practice when he didn't go directly back to campus. They seemed to be getting along because they had so much to talk about, which included the team, sports and wrestling. They even liked some of the same cartoons like SpongeBob and Dexter's Laboratory. They even both shared a fondness for throwbacks like Tom & Jerry and Woody Wood Pecker. Since she had been here Clinton had not really made friends, so it actually felt good talking to someone instead of just pouting in her room.
She was in such a good mood that she actually spoke to her mother, asking her to make Pollo lesbian teen Rollatina. They had the next two official "Family Dinner" nights without a hitch-it also helped that Gretchen was at neither one of them. Lately, she was always "practicing" or cheering at away games in the evening time, and neither Nora nor August seemed to be able to switch around their schedule to change it so that Gretchen could attend. And even if they could, Clinton had the feeling that Gretchen would beg off anyway, not even wanting to be around her idol Kelly. Gretchen was meeting and hanging around popular people who directly affected her world and she only put in face time with Kelly occasionally just to be on his good side. The social fervor she had worked up in New York had become similar to the one she had going now in Beverly Hills. The odd thing about her not having much time for the "Family Dinners" anymore is that no one seemed to question it. If Clinton begged off, she knew there would be a big issue made about it.
However, she didn't care, since she was actually enjoying herself. As long as Kelly was there, she felt as if she had a friend.
One day Clinton was home from school with a nasty cold, she thought it might've been the flu and no one was there to take care of her. As much as her mother pledged to stay home full time, she just couldn't help herself from hot lesbian working again. She managed the office from New York via long distance and began teaching Opera part-time again. Today just happened to be one of the days when she was out of the house. Soon her days would become even busier since she was also working on moving her agency to the west coast.
Clinton was in the living room, lying on the couch when the phone rang. She had forgotten to bring the cordless phone with her to the couch and felt too weak to get up, so she just let the machine get it. Suddenly she heard, "Is anyone there? Damn. Look, I left my portfolio in my room and I have a very important meeting with some people from player development from the Dallas Cowboys. There's no time to come get it and I have practice right now. They are here RIGHT NOW! Damn...I can meet them without it but this is sort of a 'professional' thing...anyway, what am I doing talking to the machine? Nora I don't know if you're home and I don't think you are but if you are could you just...never mind. I'll talk to you later..."
By the end of the message Clinton was sitting up rod straight. It dawned on her that he didn't even know she was home. She wanted hot lesbian sex to help him. How was she going to get Kelly's stuff to him on time?
"Shit," Clinton said getting off of the couch. "He's lucky I like him." She found herself thinking. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. Did she like him? It's funny how things can change, she thought as she ran upstairs to get dressed.
When Clinton arrived at the football field she could see that practice was already underway. Number fifty-six. That was the number on Kelly's jersey. She held his portfolio, which was filled with articles about him and CD ROMs with his clips of his performances. It was a windy day and she wore a corduroy jacket and a lightweight scarf lesbian sisters wrapped around her neck. She had just showered quickly and threw on jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt in order to come down here. She had spent the remainder of her monthly allowance on a taxi ride here in order to speed things up. She'd have to take three buses back home though. She didn't mind. She saw some important looking men in suits sitting field side. Those must be the scouts, she thought. She made her way down almost to the very front and took a seat, waiting for practice to be over so that she could give Kelly his portfolio.
In the meantime she watched him play. He was everything everyone ever said he was and more. He was mean on the field. He'd make a great linebacker for any team, and she could see it. No wonder everyone had sweated Kelly so much. He was phenomenal. Clinton felt her spine tingle as she watched him play. She literally got goose bumps. These dudes had to be impressed, with or without the portfolio, she thought. She realized that there was this welling up of pride within her for some reason. It was then in that moment that Kelly was more than her stepbrother; he was her best friend. She didn't know how he had felt about her, but she assumed that he put her on the same level as Gretchen. He was cordial to both of the young lesbian girls sisters; Clinton had just felt that he and she had more in common than he and Gretchen.
When practice was over, Kelly pulled off his helmet and looked into the stands. She saw him nod to the recruiters and approach them, shaking their hands. She felt so woozy it didn't occur to her to signal to him or anything. But soon she didn't need to. He looked up and finally saw her waiting in the stands. Suddenly a wide smile broke across his face. When Clinton saw this she almost blushed. Kelly sure was a handsome guy. She'd never seen him without even a shirt on, but judging from the beautiful angular planes of his face and the definition of his large muscular body, he appeared to be chiseled straight out of granite. He was a man's man and she knew that. Her whole team was attracted to him. He hung out with a different girl every weekend. Even guys liked to be around him. "He's the light," Clinton thought, "And we're all moths."
She once thought of her sister like that way. So pretty, and so charismatic. But somehow, even lesbian pics with her busy social schedule and all of her friends, she seemed to lose that charm with Clinton. She would come in late at night, sneaking into the house drunk. She'd developed circles under her eyes, always seeming either too tired or too lesbians french kissing peppy. She lesbian girls licking was irritable and was often snapping at her mother for no reason. Of course, she had honored her pledge never to talk to Clinton again, and since they lived in a big house on different schedules and Clinton walked to and from school everyday, this was possible. Nora didn't even realize that the two weren't really talking. If she knew that Clinton walked to school instead of getting driven by Gretchen, she would have a fit.