Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 14:51:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Caitlin Clark Takes Her Shot CAITLIN CLARK TAKES HER SHOT This a work of lesbian fiction. While Caitlin Clark is a well-known personage, the sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by adult female athletes having sex with younger girls, please stop reading immediately. (Lesbian Adult Youth / Lesbian Athletics) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 22-year-old Caitlin Clark was on top of the world. The 6-foot guard had led her Iowa basketball team to their second consecutive NCAA women's basketball championship team appearance. Although the squad came up short again, Caitlin's reputation had emerged bigger than ever. Prior to the tournament, Caitlin had made the decision to forego her final year of college basketball to enter the WNBA draft. She knew that the decision would prove to be very lucrative. Not due to the modest rookie salary she would receive, but for her endless endorsement possibilities. When Caitlin had played in televised games, ratings eclipsed all previous records. Caitlin was undoubtedly the most popular women's basketball player in America, and perhaps the most popular of all-time. On April 15, Caitlin was the first selection in the first round of the WNBA draft. The Indiana Fever were undoubtedly licking their chops at the promotional opportunities that were to present itself with Caitlin on the team. Unsaid, Caitlin was a fairly attractive young woman with a welcoming smile, and the attitude of a winner. More importantly, she was white, which would play well in the Midwest. The Fever had already contacted a Los Angeles "glam squad" to work on Caitlyn's hair and makeup for the myriad of promotional photos which would feature her prior to the start of the WNBA season in mid-May. A private jet was arranged for the next morning to bring Caitlin from New York City, site of the draft, to Indianapolis to meet the Fever executive team. Sitting on the jet, Caitlin relaxed for the first time in months to enjoy the two-and-a-half-hour flight. Her dreams were finally about to come true. To prevent from tarnishing her straight-arrow image, Caitlin had played it straight... literally. Although a lesbian since a teenager in West Des Moines, she had rejected becoming involved openly in a romantic relationship with another woman while in college. She knew that it wouldn't go over well in her native Iowa, and could cost her millions of dollars. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The meetings were brief, and were just an initial opportunity to meet and greet the basketball star and for her to meet with the Fever management team. Contract negotiations and other opportunities would be discussed later with her agent involved. Caitlin was excited to learn that the Fever had been inundated with season ticket inquiries since she had been selected the night before in the WNBA draft. With her straight, long hair brushed neatly, Caitlin was dressed in a mannish, well-tailored navy-blue business suit when she entered the five-star Conrad Indianapolis Hotel. Some local reporters, photographers, and television crews were waiting for her. She smiled for the cameras, and answered their questions politely, and to the best of her ability. She had been through the drill many times before. Caitlin thanked the media for coming as they packed up their equipment and headed for the hotel exit to file their stories. Walking through the large lobby, Caitlin headed toward the hotel elevator which would take her to her upper-floor suite. While waiting, Caitlin was approached by a tall, thin, somewhat adorably gangly teenager. The young girl had a Sharpie pen and a picture that she had cut-out from a magazine for Caitlin to sign. With no one around the elevator area, Caitlin looked at the young girl who had anxious tears streaming down her face. Caitlin grabbed both side of the girl's face, and asked her what was wrong? "Nothing." The girl replied. "It's just been my dream to meet you. I love you. You're my favorite basketball player." Caitlin looked again at the dark-haired, slender teenager. She estimated that the girl was 15 or so, and maybe 5'6". The girl had the pretty face of a teen model, and an angelic smile. She clearly idolized Caitlin. In her college basketball career, Caitlin had met scores of teenager girls who had acted similarly. However, there was something different about this one, Caitlin thought. Still waiting for the elevator, Caitlin signed the picture. The girl seemed so grateful, as if Caitlin had handed her a gold bar. Looking at her watch, it was only 12:15 p.m. "Why aren't you in school?" Caitlin asked. "I ditched," the young girl said honestly. "I hoped that you would be staying at this hotel. I've been here since 8:00 this morning." Looking at the wrinkled picture that the girl apparently treasured, Caitlyn thought to herself, "I can do better than that." Recently signed to endorse Gatorade, Caitlin had requested that a dozen or so basketballs with Gatorade logos be sent to her suite for just such a purpose. "Come with me," Caitlin said. The two girls walked into the elevator, headed for Caitlin's suite. For some reason which she couldn't explain, Caitlin put her arm around the young girl's shoulder. Entering the upper floor suite, the young girl circled the room wide-eyed, she had never seen such opulence. "Wow!" the teenager said. "It's nice isn't it?" Caitlin asked. It had finally begun to warm up in Indianapolis, and the ponytailed young girl was wearing denim shorts and an Indiana Pacers jersey. On her feet were a pair of Air Jordan's. Caitlin smiled. This girl was a baller, just like Caitlin. Finding a basketball to sign, Caitlin said, "You know, I don't even know your name." It's Tammy Robertson, the young girl replied with a toothy smile, brushing her dark bangs out of her pretty, green eyes. Tammy sports bra was plainly visible through the sides of her Pacers jersey. Her bare arms and legs were long and kind of skinny, but not in an unappealing way. As Caitlin signed: "To Tammy" on the basketball, she asked the teenager where she went to school. "I go to Harshman," Tammy replied succinctly. Obviously, the name of the Indianapolis school meant nothing to Caitlin. About to hand the young girl the basketball and to give her the perfunctory line of: "Thanks for being a fan," Caitlin was floored when the pretty waif asked: "Do you have a girlfriend?" Tammy's green eyes twinkled like twin emeralds as she looked intently at Caitlin. Caitlin was stunned beyond words. She had spent the better part of her college life trying to present the façade that she was straight, and the "athletic girl next door." She was even "dating" a guy, and paying him to pretend to be her boyfriend. It was easy money for the guy. All he had to do was show up for an occasional picture with Caitlin. "Sit down, Tammy," Caitlin nearly ordered the young teen. "What would make you think that I would want to have a girlfriend?" Tammy's answer was simple. "Well, I figured a beautiful girl like you would like girls like I do." Tammy gave Caitlin a knowing smile that seemed to say, "Don't lie to me." Caitlin was visibly upset that her carefully crafted cover had been so easily peeled away by the teenager, who couldn't have been more that 15 or 16 years old. "Tammy, why don't you have a seat." Caitlin asked. The young girl dutifully sat down, happy to spend more time with her basketball idol. The more that Caitlin looked at the pretty teenager, the more her self-repressed sexual desires began to bubble to the surface. In Indianapolis, and freed from the constraints of her conservative Iowa community, Caitlin wanted nothing more than to kiss Tammy's beautiful face and mouth. Caitlin chided herself for wanting to fool around with a such an obviously young girl. "So, you like girls, Tammy?" Caitlin asked cautiously. The dark-haired teen nodded her head and smiled. Her bangs had fallen into her face again, and her entrancing green eyes shown through like beacons. Tammy gave Caitlin a precocious smile that intrigued the basketball star. "Have you ever kissed a girl, Tammy?" The teenager boldly said, "Sure I have. In fact, I kissed a girl from my school just the other day." Caitlin thought that the young girl was lying, but she persisted in her inquiry. "Well, have you ever kissed a woman?" Tammy shook her head "no." but with a leering smile that indicated that she would like to. "Would you like to kiss me?" Caitlin asked. Tammy rose from her chair. Wearing a small pair of jean shorts, she boldly straddled Caitlin's thigh with her long, slender legs. Leaning into a surprised Caitlin, Tammy parted Caitlin's lips for her to accept the teenager's eager tongue. Caitlin's mind was blown! This young girl had certainly kissed someone before! Caitlin surmised. Holding the back of Tammy's ponytailed head, Caitlin pressed the teenager to her lips, and began French-kissing the young girl in earnest. Months of pent-up sexual frustration seemed fall away like stones from a crumbling fortress as Caitlin's excited tongue danced with Tammy's. Tammy slid her crotch on Caitlin's thigh as if she were riding a pony. Her young hands probed the outside of Caitlin's blouse as the pair enthusiastically made out. Caitlin couldn't wait to get out of her prim business suit. Her expensive wardrobe was cast to the carpet as she speedily unbuttoned and unbuckled her outfit, anxious to get back to her willing young lover. Likewise, Tammy lifted her Pacers jersey over her head, and unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the floor. Caitlin was now topless. Her body could best be described as wiry-muscled. Her alabaster upper torso and her modest boobs had clearly not seen any sunlight during the long winter. Athletically lean, there was no additional fat to pump into Caitlin's underfed breasts. Tammy was now standing nervously in just a pair of white cotton panties and a white sport bra. Any bumps on her chest were almost unnoticeable. The front of Tammy's sports bra contained a zipper, and she was about to pull it down when she was stopped by Caitlin, who wanted to savor the moment. Now-naked, the muscles on Caitlin's six-pack abs rippled as she reached for the hand of the teenager. Caitlin's brown pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a jet-strip pattern. Picking Tammy up like a feather, Caitlin placed the teenager on her naked lap, and held her sideways like an infant. Again, frantically French-kissing the teen basketball fan, Caitlin poked at Tammy's little boobs through the confining sports bra, and slid her finger along the small slit in Tammy's panties. Slowly unzipping the front of Tammy's sports bra, Caitlin tingled with anticipation. Her tongue-kiss saliva was sloppily adorning Tammy's smooth, blemish-free face. At last, Tammy nascent boobs were revealed. With her brown nipples enticingly erect, Tammy's adolescent boobs looked like two Hershey's Kisses on her slender chest. Caitlin's eager hands roamed across Tammy's small breasts, while Tammy likewise delightedly felt up the basketball star. Caitlin's impatient mouth soon fell upon Tammy's juvenile bosom. Caitlin hungrily devoured Tammy's little boobs, pinching, licking, and pulling them with her teeth. Tammy rolled her head back, allowing the 22-year-old free access to do as she pleased. Eventually satisfied with licking Tammy's budding boobs, Caitlin led the teenager, still in her white panties, to the elegant bedroom of the large hotel suite. Tammy was clearly nervous as Caitlin laid her on the bed. "Have you ever done this before?" Caitlin asked. "Of course," came Tammy's confident reply. She was lying. Caitlin began to slowly lick the crotch of Tammy's white panties, enjoying every second. Tammy moaned with satisfaction at this new sensation. Removing Tammy's panties, Caitlin was surprised to see that there was almost a complete lack of pubic hair around her tiny slit. "How old was this girl?" Caitlin asked herself. However, she was already too far into it to inquire, so Caitlin satisfied herself that Tammy was simply a late bloomer. Confining her inquisitive fingers to the outside of Tammy's pussy lips, Caitlin chose not to risk popping Tammy's cherry, if she had one. Tammy responded to Caitlin's touch by writhing on the bed. Her long, lean body squirmed with each of Caitlin's gentle caresses. At last, Caitlin entered Tammy with her steeled tongue. The teenager jumped a little, and Caitlin could see Tammy's stomach involuntarily spasm. Tammy clutched the bedcovers as her basketball heroine feasted upon her youthful, nearly-hairless pussy until Tammy orgasmed. Reaching for Tammy's skinny legs, Caitlin inserted her muscular lower torso against the teenager's crotch. Holding onto to Tammy, Caitlin forcefully slammed her pussy into Tammy's. As the afternoon evolved, Caitlin brought the young girl to orgasm after orgasm, unwilling to release Tammy's sweet, young body. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After trying several different sexual positions, the two naked girls stopped to catch their breath upon the bed. Looking at the new Cartier watch that was still on her wrist, Caitlin said, "You'd better get home before someone starts worrying about you." Tammy nodded in agreement. "One last thing," Caitlin said in a serious tone. You can't tell anyone what happened here today. It would be bad for both of us." "I swear," Tammy said, crossing her fingers across a little boob. As Tammy was beginning to dress, and preparing to leave Caitlin's suite, she clutched her signed basketball and magazine picture. She had sworn to never reveal that she had had sex with Caitlin. That would be breaking a promise. Looking at the signature on the ball, Tammy said, "The girls at my middle school will never believe that I actually met you." Caitlin began to cough upon hearing Tammy's innocent revelation. "Middle school?!" Caitlin asked incredulously. "Yeah," Tammy said. "I'll be graduating from 8th grade in a little more than a month." Tammy had an accomplished look on her face. "Tammy, how old are you?" Caitlin asked in a calm, measured voice. "13. How old did you think I was?" Tammy asked. "Never mind," replied Caitlin. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End. Please support this wonderful site.