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Girl's Soccer Coach  
approx 30,000 words 
Codes: Mf, first, cons, rom, slow

This story is about the relationships of some female youth soccer
players and their coach, a young man who goes into girls' soccer
coaching involuntarily. Some of the relationships began as pure
sexual attractions, but there is also a romance driven one. The
situation gets more and more complex as the characters and the
relationships develop.

Bingain
http://storiesonline.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/bingain/www

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Girls' Soccer Coach
An Olexander Skripnik Adventure Story
Copyright (C) 2005, Bingain (Mf, 1st, cons, romance, slow)


Chapter 2

The Walker Hill High School soccer team had a reputation.  Everyone
considered it a loss if they couldn't win a game against them by four
goals. We won the game five-nothing.  I finally saw happy faces after the
whistle, a relief after three straight losses.

   This was good for us, as it was a Sunday afternoon, and we had more
spectators than during weekday games.  Glenn Harrison and I made sure all
the girls had been taken care of before we left.

   I was preparing to make a turn toward Barbara's house when Chelsea
pushed my arm.

   "No," Chelsea said to me.  "Don't turn.  Go straight ahead."

   "Why?" I said, turning to look at her.

   "Barbara's not going home right now," Chelsea said.

   "Where are you going, Barbara?" I said.

   "To your apartment," Chelsea answered on her friend's behalf.  "Don't
ask.  I'll tell you."

   I remained puzzled during the rest of the trip, while Chelsea was
chewing the fat with Barbara at the back.  When I picked up Chelsea for the
game earlier that day, Barbara was with her, and so I didn't get a chance
to ask her about her mysterious operation whatever, whatever.

   "Can I take a shower here?" Barbara asked me when I gave them soft
drinks in my apartment.

   I looked at her.  Both Chelsea and Barbara were still wearing white
jerseys and blue soccer shorts, although both had changed into sneakers.

   "Yeah," I said.  "I'll go get you a towel."

   "I have everything," Barbara said.  She went over to pick up her bag and
went into my bathroom.

   I looked at Chelsea.  She was lying flat in my couch.  She saw me
looking at her, and shifted a little toward the back of the couch.  She
patted on the seat.  "Come over here," she said.

   I slowly went over and sat beside her waist.

   "Well," Chelsea said.  "Wait." She struggled as she tried to get up from
her horizontal position.  After some fumbling, she eventually managed to
sit at my side, pushing me against the back in the process.  She sat
cross-legged on the seat and turned to look at me.

   "Tell me something," she said.

   "What?" I said, and handed her the soft drink.

   Chelsea took the can, turned around, and put it on the end table.  She
then turned back to look at me again.  "Remember what you did the second
time here?" she said, lowering her voice.

   "Yeah," I said, smiling.

   "Honestly, did you like it?"

   "Yeah, I've told you already."

   "Okay," Chelsea said, smiling slyly.  "So you won't mind doing this
favor then."

   "Favor?" I said, and nearly choked.  "Silly," I lowered my voice and
went on.  "That's not a favor, you know that."

   Chelsea covered her mouth as she giggled, then slapped my lap.  "Not
that," she said, also lowered her voice.  "Not for me."

   I stared at her with my mouth gaped, and saw her smile growing bigger
and bigger.  "What?" I finally said.

   "Yeah," Chelsea said, nearly whispering, but still struggling from
giggling, while pointing at my bathroom door.  "For her."

   "Are you crazy?"

   "Okay," Chelsea said, her naughty expression magically turned into a
serious expression, "I told you I had it done to me before, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "She hasn't," Chelsea said, and pointed to the direction of my bathroom
again.  "All he's interested in, you know, many, many, blow jobs; many,
many, you know, boffings.  But he won't do it for her."

   "Well," I said.  "Different people have their own style."

   "Do you think it's fair?" she said.  "If you do it to me many, many,
times, and you want me to blow you, and I refuse?"

   "I don't know."

   "It's not style, Alex," She said, moving her face closer to me.  "It's
commitment.  If you love me, will you do everything possible to please me?"

   "Sure," I said.

   "That's the point," Chelsea said.  "It shows how a person cares about
his girl.  Well, okay, okay, I'll tell you more."

   "What's that?" I said, glancing at my bathroom door.

   "Don't worry," Chelsea said.  "She's not coming out until we're
finished."

   I nearly laughed.  This damn girl always had everything planned.

   Chelsea slapped my lap again as she giggled.  "Okay," she continued. 
"They split."

   "They split?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "But he's coming back.  Well, he wants to come back.
I told her he's a scum and not worth it.  I gave her that example, but she
didn't know how big it is, because she's never had it before."

   "Oh God," I said.  "I'm a bird dog or a gigolo?"

   "Nah," Chelsea said, giggling.  "You're not getting paid.  You're giving
a helping hand to a girl who likes you.  You're also going to like it."

   I didn't know what to say.  I had a mind filled with spaghetti.

   "One more thing," Chelsea said, disrupting my thoughts.  "Actually, two
more things."

   I laughed.  "What?"

   "She forgot to take a pill last week," Chelsea said, giggling.  "And
she's very fertile at the moment."

   I laughed again as she slapped my lap once again.

   "So, if you are going to do that," Chelsea went on.  "Afterward, of
course.  Remember the condom.  Also, don't wear it out.  I'm getting horny
talking about this." She slid a hand into my lap, causing a jig from me.

   "Wait," I said, as I jolted when a thought struck me.  "She knows?"

   "Of course," she said, covering her mouth as she laughed.  "Okay, now
this is another reason you have to do something, to keep her mouth shut."
She giggled.

   I didn't know if I was laughing or sighing.  Not that I would reject a
girl like Barbara, but this was totally ridiculous.  I had just about
accepted the idea about having sex with Chelsea, and had believed there was
some affection between us.  The thought of doing it with Barbara, just
because she needed an experience in oral sex, made me feel very
uncomfortable.  Furthermore, it brought back my guilt about doing it with
an underage girl.

   "No," I heard myself saying.  "No, no."

   "Yes," I heard Chelsea saying.  "Yes, yes."

   I heard myself chuckling.

   "Alex," Chelsea said, hypnotizing me.  "Believe me, you'll like it. 
Believe me, she'll like it.  Believe me, it's good for you.  Believe me,
it's good for her.  Believe me, it's not wrong.  Believe me, it's wrong to
leave her in jeopardy..."

   And while I was still trying to ignore what she was saying so I could
get my brain to work, Chelsea rose from the couch.  She pulled my hand, and
dragged me into my bedroom.  She then went to the bathroom and knocked on
the door three times.

   I saw Barbara coming out.  She was wrapped with a light blue bathing
towel with some printed flowers on it.  Her entire thighs and legs were
exposed.  It's very hard to not think about what was underneath her towel.
Barbara was also flushed to the neck, flexing her fingers as she looked at
me with her head dropped.

   Chelsea started whispering in Barbara's ear, and the taller girl
giggled.

   "What're you talking about?" I said.  I heard my dry voice again.

   "I told her this is the last time the two of you are behind the doors,"
Chelsea said, giggling.  She then pushed Barbara into my room and closed
the door behind her.

   The pink on Barbara's face had intensified.  She played with her
fingers, and alternated looking at me and at her fingers.

   After a moment of silence, she finally said.  "Should I take it off?"

   I struggled to choose what to say, whether to tell her to drop her
towel, or I would take it off from her.  I didn't even know I actually had
a third option.

   I wasn't sure what expression was shown on my face, but Barbara started
to smile.  She slowly raised a hand to the knot where her towel was
fastened.  She pulled on it, and her towel slid down her body.  The dryness
in my mouth had extended to my throat.

   Barbara had slightly bigger breasts than Chelsea, and rather pale, both
her skin and her nipples.  Her ashen skin, together with the light brown
hair on her crotch, as well as her long and slender thighs, produced an
irresistible sexy vision.  I was absolutely parched.

   My feet, on autopilot, guided me over to her.  I started caressing her
waist.  Barbara slowly moved her hands up my arms, then onto my shoulders.
She leaned her face over, and we kissed.  Barbara's kiss was not as
passionate, compared to Chelsea, who was actually more aggressive than
passionate.  I ran my fingers over her smooth skin as we kissed.  Barbara
began slipping a hand inside my tee and stroke my skin eagerly.  She moved
her hand higher and higher up my back.

   When the kiss was over, I raised my hands so she could pull it off my
head.  I guided her over to my bed, and laid her onto the mattress.  I went
down to kiss her again.  She was more passionate this time.  When the kiss
was over, I began kissing her face, then her neck, and then her chest.  The
moment I enveloped her nipple in between my lips, she yielded a moan.  Her
moan never stopped after that.

   I licked, kissed, and stroked nearly every inch on her skin, leaving her
vulva to the last.  She jolted when my tongue touched her vaginal lips, and
her moan grew louder.  I lapped her lips and the surrounding skin for a
while before I probed inside her.

   Barbara began a random jolting movement as soon as my tongue slithered
in and out of her pussy.  I knew it wouldn't be long before she would come.
I licked her internal lining for a while and slowly inserted a finger
inside, then another.  I began licking around her hood as my fingers
stroked her pussy.  The moment I licked on her clit, she went tight for a
brief moment, and then fell flat on to the mattress.  I gave her a few more
laps before I rose to look at her.

   Barbara had a very contending smile on her face, and also a couple drops
of tears rolling from the corner of her eyes down her face.  I knew she
liked it very much.  It took her a while to calm down from the aftermath. I
had been watching her face, occasionally sliding my fingers on her thigh.

   "Do you want it?" Barbara finally said, looking at my eyes.

   "Do you?" I said.

   "Do you?" she said.

   I smiled.  I got off the bed, and struggled myself out of my jeans. 
Barbara giggled when she saw the bulge on my brief.  I slowly pulled my
brief down and went over to my night table.  I put on a condom as she
watched.  I joined her in the bed again.

   Barbara spread her legs wider as I approached.  Her juice was still
emitting out from her wet pussy so there was no problem getting my cock
inside her.  She let out a sigh as my tip was engulfed by her

   silky and wet muscles.  I pushed slowly until our groins met, and she
began her non-stop moaning again.

   I tried to do it tenderly, but very soon I knew she wanted it harder. 
Probably the oral sex had raised her mood higher.  I picked up the pace,
giving her deeper thrusts.  I went faster whenever I felt her hips getting
out of sync with my thrusts.  Barbara's legs were on the bed when I first
entered her, and then she wrapped around my hips, then up to my waist, and
eventually wrapping around the back of my chest.  Her fingers nails had
been giving me scratches all over skin.  I was beginning to feel the urge
again.  I went harder and harder on her, slamming nosily into her with
every thrust.

   She went tight again, then went limp immediately.  I was about there,
too.  I kept on slamming into her.  I shot inside her a few strokes later.
I panted while supporting myself with my arms.  Barbara was also panting,
but she raised her arms up, and gently pulled me down on to her.  I rolled
off her as soon as I could catch my breath.

   "It's so wonderful," Barbara said, a while later when our breaths had
somehow gotten back to normal.  "Thanks, Alex."

   I nearly laughed.  It was the first time I had sex with a girl and got a
thank you.  I turned to her and smiled.  Barbara leaned over and we kissed
tenderly.

   "I'm not going back to him," Barbara said, after the kiss.  "If he won't
do this to me, he doesn't deserve anything from me."

   I laughed, eventually.  "That important?" I said, teasingly.

   "Well," Barbara said, with a little embarrassing smile.  "Yeah, kind of.
Well, you know.  I now know why guys want it." She giggled before going on.
"But if I give him everything he wants, shouldn't he also give me the good
things I want?"

   "With other good things," I said, again teasingly.

   Barbara giggled.  "Well," she said.  "That too.  But I want more, and,
you know, it shows devotion."

   "Okay," I said.  "That's fair."

   "I can do it if you want," Barbara said, licking her lips as she said,
and giggled.

   "Only if you want to," I said.

   "Not today," Barbara said, giggling.  "She'll kill me."

   I went back to the sitting room while Barbara went to the bathroom to
change, as her bag was still there.  Chelsea had already changed from her
soccer uniform.  She was laying in the couch.  My stereo was playing a CD
she made me buy it a couple weeks ago.

   "How's the help?" she said, looking at me with a tiny smile on her face.

   "Well," I said, smiling.  "I guess it's good.  What have you been
doing?"

   "I took a shower," Chelsea said.  "I changed.  Well, I also did myself a
favor while taking the shower.  I'd have died waiting for you and her to
finish it." She giggled.

   I laughed and heard sound behind me.  Barbara came out of the bathroom
with her bag in her hand again.  She had changed into a camisole and crop
pants.

   "Is it good?" Chelsea asked Barbara.  "Did I lie to you?"

   Barbara giggled.  "It's great," she said, with a little pink on her
face.

   "What about that?" Chelsea said, winking.  "Did he use a condom?"

   Barbara giggled again.  "Great too, and yes," she said.

   "Does he still have anything left?"

   Barbara once again giggled.  "You ask him," she said.

   "Damn," Chelsea said.  "I told you to leave me something."

   "I did," Barbara said, laughing so hard she had to put a hand on my
shoulder to support herself.  "Only once."

   "Oh, okay," Chelsea said.  "Was it hard?"

   Barbara bend down laughing.  "You ask him," she said again.

   "I mean you."

   Barbara had a flushed face as she tried to stop laughing.  "I'm not
telling," she finally said, and went over to sit in the couch beside
Chelsea.

   "You will tell," Chelsea said, tickling Barbara.  "I told you
everything."

   "Okay, okay," Barbara struggled to say as she twisted.  "Very hard."

   "Alright," Chelsea said, laughing.  "Damn, is the couch still wet?"

   Barbara laughed again, and turned to look at me.  "Did you hear that?"
she said.

   I went over, pecked Chelsea on her lips, then carried her in my arms and
took her into my room.

   I stripped Chelsea and she did the same favor to me, then we kissed
while rolling in the bed.

   "I hope you don't mind," Chelsea said, after the kiss, as she raised a
leg over my body.

   I moved a hand to her leg, and started stroking her from her knee up to
her thigh.  "Yes, I may mind," I said, smiling.

   "Unfortunately," she said, while getting atop me.  "You don't have a say
this time."

   "Hmm, Oh," Chelsea sighed as she sank on my cock, taking me very slowly
into her pussy.  She tilted her head backward, closed her eyes, as if she
was savoring the feeling of my cock inside her.

   She opened her eyes a few seconds later.  "I love this feeling," she
said, and then bent down to kiss me, with my cock stationed inside her.

   I licked her tongue as she sucked my tongue, while stroking her breasts
and rubbing her nipples.  Her hair was flowing beside my face, occasionally
causing some itchy feelings.

   Still kissing me, Chelsea slowly raised her hips, until just the tip of
my cock was engulfed by her pussy lips.  She swayed her hips a little
before she took me inside her again.  She repeated it again tenderly and
slowly.

   Chelsea broke the kiss, and looked me deep in my eyes.  "I'm telling you
a secret," she whispered.  "If you rub my clit while I ride, I'll go nuts,
very nuts."

   I smiled, and moved a hand down her body as she raised her head, and
increased the pace of her hip movements.  She literally screamed when my
juice coated finger found her clit, and she went nuts, pumping and slamming
into me with her thrusts, and almost made me slide out of her pussy every
time when she raised her hips.  I had a hard time maintaining good soft
touches on her clit, with her vigorous movements and me arching and
thrusting.

   Halfway through a rise, Chelsea froze, and quickly sank back down again,
taking my cock to the bottom of her pussy, and she fell on me, panting. 
She raised her head a little later, and smiled at me.  "I just came," she
said.  "Let's continue." She resumed the ride, a little slow at first, but
went into frenzy very soon.

   Chelsea fell on me again.  It took her a little longer to recover this
time.  Then she started riding me again.  Moments later, I was on my edge.
I stuck my fingers deep into her thighs, gnashing my teeth as I tried to
delay the inevitable.  "Come inside me now," Chelsea said, breathing
heavily.  She sank herself down forcefully, gripping my cock with her
internal muscles.  "Come with me now!" She uttered through her tight teeth.

   I pushed my hips up as hard as I could, and shot inside her.  I was
still shooting when she fell on me once again.  Her convulsing muscles
began to squeeze my cock draining any remaining semen into her pussy.  And
then we became lifeless, both of us.

   "Wow," Chelsea said, a while later, as she lifted her head from my
chest. "This is amazing.  This is incredible.  This is, Holy Christ,
impossible."

   "Yeah," I said, smiling.  My lifeless cock was still in her warm and wet
confinement, and it still felt great.  This was amazing, and I knew I came
really hard.  My balls were hurting.  I wasn't sure if I had come too hard,
or if I had too much sex in a too short period of time.

   "You know, Alex," Chelsea said, while lowering her face to my chest. 
"You're in big trouble now.  I'm not letting you get away from now on."

   I didn't say a word.  I stroked her back as she buried her face in my
chest.  I didn't like the situation, but I immensely enjoyed the feeling. I
also knew I was in big trouble.  I just didn't know how big it could get.

   I ordered a pizza and some spaghetti for our dinner.

   "By the way," I said while we had our dinner.  "True Blue is Chelsea,
right?"

   "Yeah," Chelsea said, smiling.  "You're not as stupid as I'd thought."
She laughed with Barbara.

   "Why suspended?" I said.

   Chelsea had a little pink on her face.  "Well," she said.  "I was
supposed to, you know, stay out of this business." She giggled with
Barbara, and went on.  "I changed my mind later on.  You know, I'll die a
million times knowing you're sleeping with...  Damn, Barbara, stop poking
me.  And I don't get anything."

   It took quite a while for the three of us to stop laughing.

   "What about Operation Rosebud?"

   It's now Barbara's turn to have a very flushed face.

   "Oh my God," Chelsea said, looking at me and then at Barbara.  "He
didn't do it?" she asked Barbara, while dodging her pokes.

   Barbara's face was like red hot charcoal.  "He did," she finally said.
"Well..." she giggled before going on.  "It was very, very, sensitive."

   Chelsea nearly slammed her face into her pizza as she laughed.

   I looked at them, and had no clue what they were talking about.

   Chelsea saw my expression.  "Okay, Alex," she said.  "Have you watched
the movie Citizen Kane?"

   "No," I said.  "I don't think so.  Where's it playing?"

   The two girls began laughing at me.

   "It's not playing," Chelsea said.  "It's a movie made in the 1940's. 
Anyway, it's about a tycoon's life.  The tycoon in the movie mentioned the
word 'Rosebud' before he died.  And there was a quest for the guys in the
movie as well as in the real world to find out what 'Rosebud' was."

   "So?"

   "Well," Chelsea said.  "Many believed the movie copied a real world
tycoon's life, and that 'Rosebud' was...  Stop it." She slapped Barbara's
hand before going on.  "'Rosebud' was what the real tycoon called his
mistress's, you know, that, you know..." She started laughing with Barbara
again.

   "I don't know," I said.

   "Okay," Chelsea said, still laughing with flushed face.  "Her clitoris."


   I also laughed with Chelsea, while Barbara giggled in a pink face.

   "When did you watch that movie?" I said afterward.

   "I never did," Chelsea said, laughing.  "We were reading some
entertainment magazine and ran into an article about classic movies."

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   "Did we win yesterday?" I asked Chelsea when I picked her up on the
following Saturday for the practice.  I was out of town the previous night
so I didn't hear any report of the game result.

   "Yeah, one-nothing," Chelsea said.  "You should have come watch it.  It
was like a Beckham shot, you know, a banana shot."

   "Who scored the goal?"

   "Diana."

   "I didn't know she could do it."

   "I didn't either," Chelsea said, laughing.  "I asked her, and she said
she didn't either."

   I laughed.

   "Barbara's not coming," Chelsea said.  "Both today and tomorrow.  Her
step brother is getting married tomorrow."

   "Oh, okay," I said.  "By the way, how's her quest for a new Mister
Right?"

   "Well," Chelsea said slowly.  "Doesn't sound very good.  She's been
talking about the next session.  She's been saying she still owes you a
blow job." She giggled.

   I laughed again.

   "Don't laugh," Chelsea said, and slapped my arm.  "I'm starting to worry
that things are getting out of hand."

   "Why?  How?"

   "Well," Chelsea said, giggling.  "You're too good.  You're probably
going to be a keeper."

   "This isn't going to work," I said.  "You know that."

   "Nothing is going to work," Chelsea said.  "I lied to you.  I didn't
have a few experiences.  I have quite, well, quite some." She giggled.

   I laughed.

   "Some of them were just for fun," Chelsea went on.  "Some were serious.
You know what I eventually found out?"

   "What?"

   "None of them is going to work," she said, letting out a sigh.  "All
relationships I'm going to experience at this stage of my life will end
very soon.  My Mister Right is not among the guys around me at this stage."

   "Where, then?"

   "Well," Chelsea said, glancing at me.  "There's one here, but he's a
little old." She giggled, and paused briefly before going on.  "Actually,
if you're still around when I'm ready for a steady relationship, you'll be
my first choice."

   I laughed.  "I really am that good?" I said, teasingly.

   "Let's say," Chelsea said, looking at me with a smile.  "Until I get
tired of you, you're not going to get rid of me." She giggled again.

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   I didn't see Barbara when I finished packing my stuff after the
following Thursday's practice.  "Where is Barbara?" I asked Chelsea.

   "Are you blind?" Chelsea said.

   I looked around.  I saw a few girls and parents getting into their
vehicles.  I saw Glenn walking toward his SUV.  I didn't see Barbara.

   "Where is she?" I asked again.

   "She's gone," Chelsea said, laughing.

   "Oh," I said.  "I didn't see that."

   "Told you."

   "Her mom?" I said.

   "Let's get to your car first."

   As I pulled my jeep off the parking lot, Chelsea said.  "I have a good
news and a bad news for you.  Which one do you want to hear first?"

   "Bad news," I said.

   "Barbara met a potential Mister Right at last Sunday's wedding party."

   "Oh," I said.  "That's who she went with?"

   "Yeah."

   "Okay, What about good news?"

   "You're mine now, all of you," she said, laughing.

   I laughed.  "But you're having your period," I said.  "Aren't you?"

   "Damn," Chelsea said.  "I should have changed to a twelve-week
combination pill.  By the time I have my period she'll probably be back to
fight for you."

   "So," I said, after laughing.  "Do I give you a ride on Sunday?"

   "Why not?" Chelsea said.  "You don't give me the rides to sleep with me,
do you?"

   "Of course I do," I said, again laughing.

   "Well," Chelsea said.  "Have I ever given you a blow job?"

   "No," I said, and laughed again.

   "Okay," she said.  "I'll do that to you on Sunday, although I had wanted
to see how skillful Barbara is before I show you."

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   The match against Iverson High School was the last weekend game we had
for the season.  There were two more games to go but both were weekday
games.  It would be the last time I saw these girls play together for the
season.  We were already out of the second round competition.

   Despite being one of the teams with the worst records, our girls still
played intensely.  It was one of the most thrilling games I had seen these
girls play, even though we lost two-three in the end.  We lost
three-nothing last time we played at their home field.  This was a big
improvement.

   After the game, Barbara bid goodbye to us and went over to a white
Mustang parked at the far side of the parking lot and left.

   We comforted the girls, we cleared up the area, and we were set to go
home.  I saw Diana talking with Chelsea.

   "I thought you took the school bus, Diana," I said.

   Diana let out a big sigh.

   "You're giving her a ride today," Chelsea said to me.

   "What happened?" I said.

   "Dad told me he was coming to watch the second half of the game," Diana
said.

   "I don't think I saw him," I said.

   "He went to Iverson." Diana said.

   I laughed, and so did Chelsea, even though it appeared that it was not
the first time she had heard about it.

   "When did you find out?" I said.

   "Just now," Diana said with another sigh, waving a cell phone in her
hand.  "With Chelsea's phone."

   "So is he coming now?" I said.

   "No," Diana said.  "Chelsea said you'll give me a ride, so I told him to
go home.  Do you mind?"

   "No," I said.  "Of course no.  Where do you live?"

   "About six minutes walk from your place."

   "I have moved."

   "I know," Diana said, giving me a tiny smile.  "That's why it's six
minutes now."

   I laughed.  "How do you know where I live now?" I said.

   "Alex," Chelsea said, giggling.  "Everyone knows.  It's on the notice
board."

   "You're not serious, are you?"

   "Yes, I am," Chelsea said, making up a solemn face.  "It's the headline
on the Peterson Gossip."

   I laughed again.  "Okay.  Let's go."

   "Are you going home, Chelsea?" I said after I started the engine.

   "Hmm," Chelsea said.  "Well, I have nothing to do at home.  Diana, what
are you going to do at home?"

   "Computer, I guess," Diana said.  "Then make dinner."

   "Feel like going shopping?  Or movie?  Or skating?  Or fishing?  Or
Atlantic City?  Hey, what about a trip to Mars?"

   I had to hold the wheel firmly as we were on the road now.  I heard
Diana laughing from the back seat.

   "I only have six dollars with me," Diana said, after a while.

   "Let me see how much I have," Chelsea said, and reached for her bag. 
"Wait, where are we going?"

   "I don't know," Diana said.  "You?"

   "Movie?" Chelsea said.  "I think Alex will shit in his pants if we ask
him to go to the mall with us."

   I heard Diana laughed.  "How much do you have?" she said.

   Chelsea dropped the bag.  "Alex, I'm granting you the utmost honor of
paying the tickets for two of the most beautiful ladies in the world.  What
do you say?"

   I nearly choked as I heard Diana laughing again.

   "Alright," I said.  "I accept the honor.  I'll pick you guys up when the
movie is over."

   "That's a negative," Chelsea said.  "You'll have to come.  And you'll
have to buy popcorn, soft drinks, video game tokens, and...  Did I miss
anything?"

   "Okay," I said while controlling myself from choking.  "I'll go.  Stop
making me laugh while I'm driving."

   "You're a nut, Chelsea," Diana said, laughing.

   "Loews cinema?" I said.

   "Okay," Chelsea said.  "Which move do you want to see, Diana?" She
turned around to ask her friend.

   "I don't know," Diana said.  "You pick."

   "Do you have clothes to change?" Chelsea said.

   "No," Diana said.  "I wasn't expecting to go out."

   "Let's go to your home first," Chelsea said.  "I have clothes in my
bag."

   "Yeah," Diana said.  "I'll have to tell my dad first, too."

   I waited at the roadside as the girls went up to Diana's apartment to
change.

   "I don't get it," Chelsea said to Diana when they came back to my jeep
after changing their clothes.  "Why did you have to make the meal?

   Won't your dad do it himself?"

   "Well," Diana said.  "I got a little time anyway."

   "You do all the cooking, Diana?" I asked.

   "Yeah, usually."

   "I've just realized I'm a genius," Chelsea said.

   "You always are," I said.

   "Why?" Diana asked.

   "Because I suggested the movie thing, Diana," Chelsea said.  "Otherwise
you'll be fighting with your dad for the computer."

   "Yeah," Diana said.  "I forgot about that."

   "Your dad uses the computer a lot?" I asked.

   "Yeah," Diana said.  "Most of the time."

   "He chats on the internet," Chelsea added on behalf of Diana.  "And, of
course cybersex too, right, Diana?"

   Diana giggled.  "That I don't know."

   "I thought you had said you used the computer to learn web design," I
said.

   "Well," Diana said.  "I usually wait till he goes to work, or when he's
gone to bed."

   "Watch the road, Alex," Chelsea said.  "Turn left, not right!"

   We watched an action movie, then I took them to a pizza restaurant.

   "Should we hold the post-season party at Alex's place?" Chelsea said
during the dinner.

   Diana and I both turned to look at Chelsea.

   "Party?" I said.

   "Yeah," Chelsea said.  "For all of us, eighteen of us.  Wait, maybe we
should invite all the junior girls.  Make it fifty."

   "I thought we're going to have a cookie party after Friday's practice,"
I said.

   "That's different," Chelsea said, giggling.  "We have to be nice girls
at the cookie party.  We can be as wild as we like at your party."

   Both Diana and I laughed.

   I knew Chelsea was joking.  And if she meant it, just Chelsea alone
could turn me into ground meat, not to mention another forty nine girls.

   "Well," I said, struggling not to laugh.  "Talk to Mr.  Harrison first."

   Chelsea put her half finished pizza in her plate and leaned over.  "So
you're going to host a party if I get the green light from Coach?" she
said, winking.

   I remembered her gifted ability to convince any person about anything. I
got goosebumps.

   "I was kidding," I said.  "No party.  I'll buy you guys a little gift,
each of you, all of you."

   "Two for me?" Chelsea said, while Diana was giggling.

   "Okay, two for you," I said, laughing.

   "What about three?"

   "Well," I said.  "So how's the college application going?"

   "Three?"

   "Okay, okay, three," I said, laughing with Diana.

   "Well," Chelsea said.  "You know I had ditched my original first choice.
My first choice now is NYU.  But beside acceptance, I'll have to see how
much I can get from all the Uncle Sam's and Tom's."

   "Yeah," I said.  "NYU is expensive, but their Law School is among the
best."

   "You know," Chelsea said, pouting.  "I hate Mark.  Why can't he be my
little brother?  Then I could use up all my parents' monies for college."

   We laughed again.

   "Do you plan to live on campus?" Diana said.

   "Depends how much I can get from grants and loans," Chelsea said.

   "Still IT for you?"

   "I still have another year to think," Diana said.  "But I hope."

   "What about Barbara?" I said.  "I haven't talked to her for a while."

   "You'd better not," Chelsea said.  "She's not in a good mood."

   "Why?"

   "You know her sis goes to Princeton, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I know."

   "She'll unlikely be going there," Chelsea said.  "She's thinking about
FDU now.  She hates it when her mom talks about Princeton with her and says
she's not been working hard enough.  So she's not in a good mood lately
except when she's in a nice bed."

   I saw Diana dropped her head laughing.

   "Well," I said.  "Are we finished with the meal?"

   I took them home and then returned to my apartment.  My phone rang just
before I went for shower.  I picked it up.  It was Chelsea.

   "Damn you!" she said.  "Why didn't you remind me we haven't done it yet?
Who's going to cure me now?"
   I laughed.  "Well," I said.  "Next time I'll work harder." 


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Written by Bingain
Last Updated: 05/29/2005


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