CD - A long week

The day was too much. You couldn’t deal with the idea of a restaurant.

Duni has room service already there when you arrive in the huge suite. Normally it would feel weird for you to be in a room like this. Your family isn’t rich, after all, but there are perks to all the humiliation that you endure for FUTA. The money’s not bad. You get to feel like a celebrity. In fact, you kind of are a celebrity.

Kind of.

You join Duni on the huge, leather couch, and she hands you a glass of champagne as you get cozy. You need to eat, but for now you also just want to relax and be with her. The TV is showing coverage of Friday’s games. You see yourself on the screen.

“You look good,” she murmurs, holding you close.

You sip your champagne. You look OK on TV. Not great.

“The most amazing thing happened to me today,” you say.

“You lost captain.”

“I lost captain.”

Lara was apparently so hung up on getting her rocks off that she just played her ass off today. She scored three goals herself and pretty much carried the game. There’s a new FUTA rule that makes the MVP of the game into the captain.

Lara is now captain of Pink Team. You are… incredibly happy about that. You fully intend to turn the tables on her and convince the team that toying with her is more fun than toying with you. That should free up a little more of your time and… energy… for Duni in the coming weeks.

“You’ll be captain again next week,” Duni predicts.

Maybe. You know you won’t be able to help yourself. You’ll play well. Probably better without the pressure of being captain. But Elena is powerful too, and weirdly enough, Max came so close to being captain by making all those incredible saves in the second half. So it’s not for sure that you will be captain next week.

But Lara won’t be. She won’t be able to keep this hot streak going if the whole team is thirsting for her. All her energy will go straight between their legs instead of into the game.

But that’s for later. The two of you idly eat and drink champagne as you watch the highlights. She’s seen yours, but you haven’t seen hers. Blue Team’s game comes up, and you get to see Duni in her uniform on the field. She’s so good, and nobody in FUTA looks more graceful when they run than her.

“Are you tired, baby?” Duni asks quietly, looking at your face.

“Mmm hmm,” you admit pathetically, laying your head against her chest.

“Oh,” she says sympathetically, and cuddles you.

Everything is perfect. But you can’t be up close and personal with her like this after a week apart without feeling something, and soon you’re tuning out what the people on TV are saying and getting lost in some tender kissing. A week ago, Duni still felt some uncertainty about being with a girl, but you don’t feel any of that now. Her strong fingers are on your skin, lifting the hem of your dress, stroking your hair. And there’s no uncertainty in the way that she kisses you.

When you’re in bed, naked and tangled up, breathless, it feels especially good when she stops you from rolling off her, keeping you inside her. You look down at her face, wondering what she’s thinking. What began as some very tender, almost cautious missionary lovemaking became very vigorous because you had to go hard to get over the edge, due to already letting out two loads today.

You got there though, and by the look of it, so did she. You can the little twitches inside her, and the satisfied, loving look on her face is that of a girl that just had her core shaken.

You settle down on top of her, breathing in her scent. You really like the way she strokes your hair.

“You know,” she says, after a little while.

“Hmm?”

“If we are going to date, they might come a time when I object to you shagging an entire football team every week,” she murmurs.

You laugh.

~ Route End ~