FP Chapter 8

Back at the cabin, it’s almost time to put your plan to work. Everyone was tired at dinner, but after some fluids and air conditioning, your team is starting to perk back up.

Carly sees it, and you see her with her phone. It’s probably Dolly, texting her ideas to keep you all busy.

You signal Lara.

She pops up beside Carly, sitting down on her left.

You sit on her right. Elena is taking care of the team, making sure that no one interferes. She knows the plan. It’ll work… if everyone does their part.

Lara takes Carly’s phone and puts it aside. Carly looks surprised, but she’s no fighter, and she doesn’t know how to get angry.

“Looking a little raggedy out there today, Cap,” you tell her, nudging her with your elbow. “Is everything okay?”

She blushes a bit and laughs. “Yeah. I’m sorry, guys. I can’t up with you. And you guys have some serious skills. I have to work harder. Maybe I’m not the best choice for captain.”

“You’re working hard,” you say, patting her thigh. “If you want, me and Lara can help you out. If it’s technique that you want to brush up on. Come on.” Before she can reply, you stand up and offer your hand. She’s too sweet to say no.

Lara nudges her phone under the bed as you take Carly’s hand.

“Well, OK,” she says. It’s no secret that you are her main target. Dolly has heard the rumors, and she thinks that keeping you under control will reduce the sinfulness. “Where are we going?”

“Can’t kick a ball around in here,” Lara says, touching Carly’s arm to get her to look so she doesn’t see Rebecca and Max splitting off from the others.

You walk out into the stiflingly hot evening with Carly, you, and Lara on either side of her. It’s not a long stroll to the main buildings.

“Can’t practice more in this heat,” you say, giving Carly a playful swat on the rear. “You worked us too hard. We need AC.”

“Thank goodness,” she says, giggling.

You take her to a yoga room. It’s not total privacy, but it’s the best you can do without making her suspicious.

“It’s all about balance,” you explain to her as you slip out of your shoes and toss a soccer ball to Lara, who catches it with her belly, then her foot, balancing it effortlessly. She flicks it back to you, and you do the same. “Not just in handling the ball, but moving your body. That’s why you look so clumsy out there.” It’s a hurtful thing to say, but you can’t go easy on her. Your team will lose if you don’t do this now.

“I see,” she says, trying to pay attention.

You and Lara work her into the juggle, and she’s not a total beginner, but she’s not on your level. You both give her serious, helpful tips and explain how this helps when passing and making plays.

“Yikes,” you say once it’s hot enough that your sweat has soaked through your top. Without giving Carly time to do anything about it, you whip off your top and Lara does the same. You aren’t wearing bras, and you push down your shorts next. “I wonder why it’s so hot in here?” you ask Lara, speaking over Carly’s protests.

“Dunno,” Lara replies, mimicking you.

“We can stay dressed,” Carly says, sweat streaming down her face.

“Lighten up,” you say to her. “We spent all day hot. What do you care?” You flip her the ball, and she gamely tries to keep it going. It’s not your jiggling breasts, or Lara’s that she’s eyeballing: it’s the sweaty packages.

She loses the ball. Carly goes to get it, but Lara makes a noise of disgust.

“It’s no good, Carly,” she says disdainfully. “You’re too stiff. Get down.” She points at the mat.

“What?”

“Lie down,” you tell her firmly. “You need to loosen up.”

“I do?” Carly gets down on her knees, then lies on her belly. Like this, it’s evident that her ass is almost as impressive as her chest. Lara drops on her back to rub her shoulders.

“Ohhh. That’s nice,” Carly says, wiping sweat out of her face. It looks like she’s not going to realize that Max is tampering with the thermostat while Rebecca keeps a lookout for Holly, Dolly, and the other captain spies.

You join Lara, but instead of having your hands on her back and shoulders, you work her legs and glutes.

“Oh!” she says.

“That any better?” Lara asks.

You both give firm, serious tissue massages. No funny business. A real massage is erotic enough on its own. You don’t have to try to make it more of a turn-on; you can smell her arousal mingling with the sweat.

You keep that up until she lets out a moan that’s pure sex.

You and Lara climb off her and sit, panting. “That’s more like it,” you say. “Feel better?”

She looks up with her shiny, red face. She didn’t want you to stop. She doesn’t feel better; now she’s totally worked up.

You laugh. “I know what kind of thoughts you’re having,” you tell her, and she blushes harder. “Can’t stay focused on soccer?”

“Well, I can’t blame her,” Lara says, patting your shoulder. “If we weren’t under these no fun rules, you and I would have to help each other out right now, wouldn’t we?”

“We would,” you say breathlessly, nodding. You can literally see Carly picturing it. “Too bad.”

“It’s a pity,” Lara says, starting to get up, but Carly speaks up.

“Well,” Carly says.

“Yeah?” You and Lara stare at her.

“Maybe it’s OK. A little,” she says nervously.

“Oh,” you say, pretending to be surprised. “You want us to help you out? You should’ve said so. We can help you.” You shrug. “You just have to ask.”

She looks torn.

“We can just go back,” Lara says.

“No,” Carly says, dismayed.

“What do you want us to do?” you ask.

“We could help each other,” she replies uncertainly.

“You want us to?” Lara presses.

Carly has this wide-eyed look on her gleaming, ruby-red face.

“Yes,” she says.

You and Lara don’t give her time to change her mind. You pounce, rolling her onto her back and pinning her. Lara kisses her on the mouth, and you thrust your hand into her shorts. She’s a soggy, hot, hairy mess down there. You would like nothing more than to bury your cock in that and pump her full of gallons of cum, and right now she would like that too. But that’s not the plan.

You give her the sloppiest, most uneven, clumsy fingering in all of history. It’s still more than enough to drive her crazy, but Lara has her mouth covered, and you enjoy her soft, slippery thighs all over your wrist as you touch her. You bring her right up to the edge, then back her off half a dozen times before you let her cum. But instead of rubbing her through the orgasm, you pull your hand out, and Lara breaks the kiss.

She cries out in alarm and dissatisfaction, her body shaking. She instinctively reaches between her legs, but you and Lara catch her hands and hold them enfolding her in a big, double hug.

“Mmm,” you’re so cute you say, nuzzling her as she flounders in the wake of her denied orgasm.

“You have such a beautiful body,” Lara’s whispering. You hope you can trust Lara on this one.

“Come on. Let’s get back before we overheat and die,” you say, both of you helping Carly stand up. She wobbles as she watches you and Lara put your damp clothes back on.

You and Lara are at the door, and Carly hasn’t moved.

“Are you coming?” you ask.