Bathroom stall

Bathroom stalls have always been there for you. They are the perfect place to hide for a while.

Someone in the stall next to you is playing music on her phone.

You shut yourself in the next one and sit down, trying not to think about the girls and their beautiful, soapy bodies in the shower. You know you have to find a way to get through this camp without making it weird for everyone.

Two songs later you are still sitting there. The girl in the next stall hasn't moved or made a sound. Sometimes people wait in bathrooms for other people to leave so they aren't seen leaving. Is that what she's doing?

You tap the wall. "Are you OK?"

She doesn't answer. Why is she listening to music like this? Does she not have earphones? You put your ear to the wall and listen.

She's crying. Or you think that she is.

"Seriously. Do you need help?"

You look under the divider wall and see that she still has her cleats and stuff on. Fuck it. You climb on the toilet and look over.

"Hey," you say, and she looks up at you in panic. She's just sitting there like you were, not using the toilet. She's hiding. "What's wrong?"

She shakes her head at you. This girl is about your size, but she has short, green hair. You think you heard from someone that she's from Poland.

Something is obviously wrong with her.

"I can get the nurse," you tell her. The infirmary isn't far away.

"No," she says, and you remember where she's from: Poland.

"What's your name?"

"Ela." It's like it's hard for her to talk.

"Are you sick?"

"No. Please go."

You can't leave her like this. She looks like she's in pain.

"I'll get you some help." The other girls are in the shower and the locker room. Someone will know what to do.

"No!"

"God, will you just tell me what's wrong?"

She looks mad, but she can't concentrate on being mad because she's in too much discomfort. Ela beckons to you. You lean down.

"I can't walk," she says.

"Oh shit." That sounds serious. "I'll get the nurse."

"No! I have a vibe in." Her face was already red. It gets redder. "My girlfriend has the button. She will not turn it off." She looks desperately at her phone. "And she will not reply to me."

What do you say to that? You thought people only did that stuff in hentai manga.

"Take it out," you say. She's an idiot. Ela is an idiot.

"She will know."

"Who cares?"

"I cannot disobey her."

Oh God. Jesus Lord. She is serious. This is like a dom/sub thing.

"OK." What are you supposed to say? "Is your girlfriend the chick with the pink hair? Like Megan Rapinoe? The German chick?" You have seen those two together.

"Yes."

"I'll find her and make her turn it off, OK?"

She doesn't want you to do that, but you will do it. The German girl's name is Lena. You don't know where she is, but someone will. Ela is in pain. It cannot be good for you to have a vibe like that switched on all day. Ela was suffering so much that you aren't even turned on by the idea of a cute Polish girl with a vibrator in her panties. Normally that would drive you crazy.

You wish you had a girlfriend.

The British girl, Beth, is leaving the locker room. You catch up to her.

"The Megan Rapinoe girl?" She screws up her face as she thinks. "I bet she's on the other field."

You run across the foot path and up the hill to the next field, where girls are running drills. There are some coaches on the sidelines. You don't see anyone with pink hair.

The German coach is big and muscular. She has a haircut like a guy, and she's sitting on the bleachers next to your own coach, Michelle Tran. Michelle is short and a little chubby, the opposite of the German coach.

"Lena? I don't see her. Her stuff is here." Michelle points to a black duffel.

Where is she, then? You look around, but there is no sign of her. There is another locker room and shower building up here for this field. You head over that way and go inside.

The locker room is empty. No one is in the shower except a girl you don't know. She has small boobs, but her nipples are pierced. You sneak a peek as she shampoos her hair then go into the bathroom. You don't see anyone, but there are sounds from one of the stalls.

You crouch and look under. There are three feet visible, a pair of sweaty shorts and panties, and furious, wet noises.

The smell of vaginal juices is strong. You recognize Lena's cleats and know exactly what is happening. She has a girl in there, and that girl has one foot against the side of the stall to open up while Lena fingerbangs her brains out.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" You don't recognize the voice.

Juices drip to the floor of the stall. The girl getting fingered is wet as hell.

"Oh!" she cries. Something cuts her off. You bet that Lena just kissed her.

This is crazy. Lena is cheating on Ela. That pisses you off unbelievably. You would do anything to have a cute girlfriend like Ela.

This German chick is a bitch.

You leave the bathroom and go outside. The controller for the vibrator is in Lena's gym bag. Apparently she gets so much pussy that she just forgot about it. You take it and turn it off, then head back down the hill to the lower field.

Ela is still in her stall when you get there.

"Open up. It's me. I have the thing."

"Please go!"

You turn on the vibe, and she yelps. The door opens, but she's still sitting with her face beet-red. You go in the stall and offer her the remote.

"She gave it to you?" Ela looks horrified.

"No. She forgot about it. She was with another girl."

Ela is devastated. You have to tell her, though. No way are you going to cover for Lena.

Sadly, Ela takes the remote. She looks like she wants to cry.

"You should cry in the shower," you tell her. It's not sensitive, but it makes sense. "No one will see. But they will notice that you smell like sex."

She does. Her shorts are soaked with her juices from having the vibe on all day.

"I can't walk," she says miserably.

Just wow.

"I don't know what to do," she says.