Chat up Michelle

After complimenting Riley and thanking Michelle for helping you out when you were hurt, you move a bit closer to Michelle as Riley walks away.

"I wanted to ask you something," you say to her.

"What is it?"

"There was a strange briefcase in the infirmary. It was out of place. Very strange," you say.

Michelle frowns. "There are a lot of funny things here," she admits after a moment. "I've noticed some stuff too. But I don't know what it's about. I'm sorry. I wish I had answers for you, but I'm just a coach. I know they're... planning something. The rumor is that there'll be a new league."

You have heard that rumor as well.

"Maybe we should ask people," you suggest tentatively. "We could meet up later. Maybe at your cabin."

Michelle stares at you, then starts to laugh.

"Oh my god," she says, wiping a tear from her eye. "Very subtle, Adella. Gosh. I've heard about you."

"What?" you say, playing innocent. "I just want to solve the mystery. Don't you want to?" you add, giving her the flirty wink.

She laughs harder. Then she glances down at the bulge in your shorts.

"Kind of," she admits.

"So it's a date?" you ask.

"You're serious?"

"So serious," you say. You always thought Michelle was cute, but she's really nice and sweet, and has all this positive energy. It's really attractive.

She's not laughing anymore. She stares at you for a long time.

"Swear you won't tell Riley," she says, blushing.

"I swear," you promise.

"Ever."

"Ever," you repeat gravely.

"OK. We can solve the mystery tonight," she says.

You split up and go to dinner separately. It's not just that Michelle is such a cutie, but... well, hooking up with another player's coach is a turn-on too. You love this camp, and the hours drag by as you wait for it to get dark before sneaking out.

She's waiting for you at her cabin, obviously very nervous. She has freshly showered, and smells like soap and shampoo. She wears a loose t-shirt over simple, blue underwear and no bra.

"Hi," she says as she lets you, looking past you suspiciously.

"It's OK," you say.

"Maybe for you, but I haven't done this a thousand times like you have," she says defensively.

You walk right up to her and she blushes.

"So," she says, avoiding your eyes. "What now?"

Hmm... she's nervous, but turned on too.