FPC Day 6 - Damage control

Lunch is tough. It's really awkward. Tiff joins you all to eat, and does not understand what is going on. All the other teams sound excited at their tables, and you are all just politely eating... and no one is looking at you.

It's a bit better after lunch, in the classroom where Tiff forces you to pay attention to her concerns about other teams and your own team's possible weaknesses.

You... you pull yourself together. You have to! You slipped up a bit in the shower, but you can forgive yourself for that. There has been a lot of change to adjust to!

You can still earn your team's respect. You join the conversation, agreeing with Tiff's points and speaking out on a few concerns of your own.

You also choose to own up to your situation. You get up and join Tiff at the front of the room. You have decided on the lie you are going to tell.

You tell them all that you got a sketchy boobjob, but that it was not supposed to be this ****... that is a mistake that you did not expect.

"How dodgy could it be?" Sam asks. "They're incredible."

You blush, but don't let her distract you.

"So I have to adjust to this," you say firmly. "It's my fault. I know that. I just don't want you to think it was on purpose."

"I thought you looked good before," Viti says shyly.

"That's not helping right now," Lara chides her.

After dinner, you meet alone with Tiff and have an honest conversation. She can tell that your new boobs affect your speed. You agree that if you can't perform well tomorrow, you will change positions to adjust. She seems relieved that you aren't too proud to do that... but pride is the last thing on your mind.

Back at the cabin, things are more relaxed. What you said earlier definitely helped. Now they all understand that you are a bit ****, but that you are still the captain, and still trying to do your best.

"I do want to tease you though," Lili says as you pass her bunk, where she has Max doing her toenails. "Without Lara around to stop me."

"Me too," Sam says.

"Agree," Elena adds from her bunk, where she does not look up from her phone.

"You can tease me if we win," you say. Then you catch Rebecca blushing, and... that makes you self-conscious, and you start to blush too. You go to your own bunk and sit, but... you can't. You can't. Now you're thinking about what Lili said, and she's... she's really pretty.

Acting casual, you get up and go into the big, shared bathroom, hoping that most of the stalls are unoccupied. They are.

But before you can get there, Lara comes in. The shower is running... is that Sheva bathing?

Lara comes straight to you, discreetly showing you what's in her hand.

"I know that look. Thought you might need these," she says.

It's a soft, jelly cock sleeve and a little tube of lube.

"Are these yours?" you ask, surprised.

"Obviously."

"How did you know?"

"Please, Riley," she says. "Don't worry. I haven't used it yet."

"Well, I don't want to take it away from you," you say.

Lara rolls her eyes and groans. "We don't have time to argue."

She's right... anyone could walk in. Sheva could finish her shower.

Before you can say anything, Lara pulls you into a stall with her.

"We'll share it," she says. "How's that?"

You... can't argue with her, crowded in her with her slim body in this stall. She's wearing a tight undershirt and white panties, which she slides down enough to free her cock, which is already getting hard. You stare it it, with its weird curve... your heart is beating fast again. You were already needing to beat off, but Lara has just put you in extra horny mode.

But you also feel shy.

Lara sees that and lifts your t-shirt so she can pull your hard cock out of your boyshorts.

"Oh God," you murmur at her touch, shivering. Now she's squeezing lube into the sleeve. She squishes it around, then uses it to envelope your shaft. Your breath catches... it's not warm like a real one, but it... and you can feel her fingers, squeezing.

"God," you say, reaching for the walls of the stall to steady yourself. Something pushes against your tip... it's Lara. "Ahhh!" you cry out as she penetrates the sleeve from the other end with her own cock. Your slick shafts are pressed against each other, sliding together inside the sleeve.

Her hand is on your hip, and her face is in front of you, some red on her cheeks, and her lips parted.

"Can I touch?" she asks breathlessly.

You nod, feeling tears in your eyes... it's so good. Her rigid shaft rubbing all over yours, coccooned by the jelly sleeve...

Lara slides her hand into your shirt, feeling up your belly to your tits. She weighs and squeezes almost reverently, thrusting against you in sleeve. Her thumb and forefinger find your nipple, and that is all you can take.

Your cock throbs, filling the sleeve with cum, which splashes out of both ends... Lara leans against you, squeezing your boob harder while you bite her shoulder, thrusting her hips vigorously until you feel her erection contracting, and new, hot, stickiness dribbles out of the sleeve to puddle on the floor.

You cling to each other to stay on your feet, but finally catch your breath, then awkwardly try to clean up the mess in the close quarters.

You do that, then exit the stall to find... Sheva there, by the mirrors. She's totally naked, all of her beautiful, brown body on display, and she's in the middle of drying her hair.

Her toothbrush is sticking out of her mouth as she looks at you both.

"Bedtime," Lara says.

Sheva wordlessly watches you two leave the bathroom.