Day Two after learning Ingrid's secret

Ingrid masturbates without realizing it. That's weird.

You wake up with a steel erection and rush to the bathroom before the other girls start getting up. You jerk off into the toilet at the memory of seeing Ingrid's delectable behind in her white, cotton panties. Normally your morning orgasms are sharp and brief, but this one leaves you with weak knees.

The Swedish girl is too beautiful!

She also saw your cock. Your secret is out! Who will she tell?

The first thing on the schedule today is going for a morning run. You and the other girls get dressed and go outside. It's chilly! Everyone complains as you walk down to the woods and wait around for the girls from other cabins.

You have to be brave. If you don't do something you'll be stressed all day.

You go to Ingrid, who stands there shivering.

"Hi," you say.

"Hello," she says back, guardedly.

"I'm a girl. I have girl parts," you tell her.

She says nothing. After a second she looks up at you.

"I have a secret. You have a secret."

So she doesn't want to tell people about you. That's good. And you don't need to tell anyone about her.

She's afraid. She's not afraid of you, she's afraid of being found out by the other girls.

"We're the same," you say to her.

"What?" Her accent is so cute.

"You have to get off all the time and I have to get off all the time." You show her with a look at the other girls. "Girls get me hard and I have to get off."

You have her attention.

"Maybe we can cover for each other," you suggest.

"How?"

"Like if one of us needs to you know," you say. "We could have a code word. Then the other one can make a distraction or keep watch."

"What word?"

"I don't know." Your stomach rumbles. You are hungry. "How about sweet roll?" It's what you want.

"Sweet roll," Ingrid says uncertainly.

The whistle blows, and you start to run. It's not a long run, but running is Ingrid's weakness. She has such a curvy, bountiful body because there is some extra body fat on her, and just her breasts must weigh a ton.

She has trouble after only half a mile and stops. You also stop and jog back to her. She pants and stares after the other girls. She is frustrated at not being a good runner.

"It's OK," you tell her. "We can catch up."

Her hand is already halfway into her shorts. You both notice at the same time and she pulls it out, embarrassed. You get it.

She gets this way when she's stressed.

"It's OK," you tell her again. "Just do it. Then we'll run."

Unhappily, she goes to the nearest tree and leans against it with her back to you. You are not above looking at her butt in her running shorts as she quickly rubs one out.

Her legs shake for a second and she takes some deep breaths, face red.

You start running again.