Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School Chapter 6

Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School Chapter 6

6. Make it and/or Break It

Coach Takeshi was decisive: within three days he had the host of would-be players reduced to a more manageable group. Ron looked over at Steve. They had both done well. Steve was as quick as he was fast, and Ron had found renewed incentive for perfecting his mad running away skills in the form of enormous defensive linebackers.

It is a pleasure to see the steel forged from the fire of the past days. Coach Takeshi smiled at the boys at the end of another day. One last test remains. Tomorrow, the team returns to resume pre-season practice. We shall see how well you perform against proven veterans. Be certain to get plenty of rest tonight, and complete the final book of Musashi. If you will excuse me, I must prepare the rosters for tomorrows skirmish.

Steve smiled at Ron. This is it, the big one! You ready for tomorrow?

Ready all over. Ron grinned. He was tired of the endless drills. Lets go get cleaned up.

A group of players watched the two walk off. One, a large man with sharp features, motioned to the others.

What is that pip squeak doing here? Hes taking up a space that should have been filled by a more deserving man, a man with size, talent, breeding, a man who belongs here.

Another big defensive back looked at him. You have a plan, Nelson?

Nelson Vandergraft smiled. Well give him a little taste of how we played ball at St. Snubbins Prep. I have contacts on the offensive squad. When the play goes to him, this is what well do

WTOS

Ron shook his head as he got off the ground. Blocking had never been his strong suit, and that was hardly improving. In addition to Nelson Vandergraft, he had to deal with the real Miskatonic team. The other rookies were also having trouble dealing with the juniors and seniors, and they had on average two years more experience than he did.

The roar of a crowd came over the speakers. Coach Takeshi had someone in the sound box playing a recording, and giving a play by play. This will be as much like an actual game as possible. The Coach had stated that morning. There will be no stops to explain what happened. There will be noise and distractions.

Distractions, thats one word for it. The Miskatonic cheer squad was on the side lines. Since he was on the home side of the field, the main squad was behind him. They made the old Mad Dog squad seem like children. But not KP, she can hold her own anywhere, with any

Marie LaTreau waved at Ron from her position on the far right. Her smile was dazzling. The tanned skin glowed in her new brown and red outfit. Everyone was light and athletic, but she seemed to defy gravity in a way even Kim did not.

Good luck, Ronald!

Ron was dumbstruck. What does she want with me? He watched her just a second too long, and Nelson Vandergraft bowled over him, sending him tumbling out of bounds where he ended up at her feet.

Pauve ti bete. Maries full lips pouted. She leaned over Ron, her hands on her brown thighs, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and resting on her chest, which Ron could get a glorious glimpse of from his position. You should be more careful, Ronald.

Yeah, heh heh, more careful, right. Another player helped him up. She sidled up to him while he shook it off.

Dont worry, Ronald, youll be just fine. You will make the teamit is destiny!

Vandergraft snarled at Ron as he watched Marie talk to him. She smiled. The fool was now jealous as well as angry. He would be so easy to deal with when the time came.

Back in the huddle, Ron saw the quarterback, Martin Pressive, shook his head. I know she jiggles when she wiggles, but you keep your mind on this backfield.

The smirks made him defensive. Hey, Im a one woman man, and that girl is KP!

Good for you. M. Pressive replied, But for now, youre my sidekick. Okay. He looked around the huddle, for some reason, theyve keyed on the new kid here. Weve picked them apart because of that. Now its time to show them, I can throw it to anyone I want, any time I want. Stoppable, out and seven. Just turn and itll hit you. On three!

The squad left the huddle. A tackle slapped his thigh pad. Vandergraft nodded, and made a signal to the others. It would be a soft zone, leaving plenty of room to collapse on the receiver, Ron.

M. Pressive called out the signals. On Three Ron exploded out of the backfield. An outside linebacker came up to cover him. A quick shift of his shoulders fooled the man into thinking he was going to go long. Ron turned at seven paces, and the pass hit him squarely in the chest, almost knocking the wind out of him.

The cheer squad gave out a yell, as if it were a game. Maries smile was a bit more fixed, and her eyes seemed to be concentrating somewhere else.

Get ready for pain! The linebacker covering Ron was pounding toward him when his eyes went wide and he fell on his face.

Vandergraft had the angle; he planned to punch Ron as he wrapped him up. No one would see, but Ron would surely notice. Just then the wind picked up on the sidelines. The cheerleaders shrieked. One chased her skirt. Marie smiled, and did a Marilyn Monroe imitation. Vandergradts attention shifted: was that French lace? Or was it no

He never saw Steve plow into him at full speed. Tumbling over and over, he landed in front of Marie, who flipped her skirt, can-can style, to reveal the regulation red underneath.

Ah, too bad, so sad, I think youve been had.

Two more defenders came at Ron. He looked one way and took off in the other. They hesitated, and were hopelessly behind when they recovered. Only one defender remained. He finally broke free from the receiver who had him tied up, and came at Ron. It was a screen pass? Four men were in front of Ron. Their uniforms seemed a little weird, but not nearly as strange as their gray, translucent skin and glowing yellow eyes. The safety was no coward, he only flinched for a moment, but that was all the time Ron needed. He slammed the ball down in the end zone.

A great cheer went up from his sideline. Vandergraft watched in disgust as Rons team mates carried him off.

You missed him, Bill. He snarled at the first man Ron had gotent past.

Hey, somebody grabbed meFROM THE GROUND! There was fear in the boys eyes. I didnt see anybody, but I know what a hand feels like.

Vandergraft waved him off. Henson, what was that? You had him dead to rights. Why didnt you take him out?

I, I just let him fake me out. The safety lied.

And what about you? another defender came up to Vandergraft. You sure didnt see that block coming; you were so busy drooling over that cheerleader.

I was not! I was

Indeed, you were distracted. Coach Takeshi walked over. It is unfortunate: you have many fine qualities. However, for this season, I would prefer if you did not use your eligibility. A years maturing could do wonders.

Not play? Vandergraft steamed. There has been a Vandergraft on the team since the first club in 1886!

And your cousin is using his fifth year to play, while beginning his graduate studies. You can try to continue the tradition next year.

Vandergraft could only sputter as Takeshi walked away. Marie passed by and shook her head in false sympathy.

So, it is new blood over old this time.

What would you know about old families? Vandergraft snapped.

Marie walked over, smiling at a secret joke. I might know a little more of old families than you think. Uncle Clovis used to tell me of our ancestors. Now if you will excuse me, loser, I have things to do.

WTOS

Mom! Kim ran into the room where Ann was reading her new book. Ron made the team!

Great, honey. Ann looked up and smiled. When will he be home?

Sunday. Kim could not contain her excitement. Ill pick him up at the airport. I want to hear everything, FTF. Her expression caused Anns eyebrow to arch. Kim noticed, and excused herself.

Ann picked the book up again. The title of the next subsection had caught her attention for some time, she just had had no time to read it yet.

William Dyer and the Geography of the Wierd

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