FPC Day 8 - Head back

You and the team head back... it's bad. You all feel bad about not performing better. Tiff is being nice, but everyone is worried. They are right to worry... you and Lara are not as good as you should be.

They are all too nice or too cool to say anything to you, but you sense the worry in the cabin... it's like a fog around you, and it makes you feel guilty because it's your fault. You feel that guilt every time you feel your boobs swing around... which is all the time.

You have to focus and think of a plan. You have to stop worrying and... decide.

You get in the shower, and the hot water wakes you up, running over your body that is unfamiliar to you because of these enormous breasts.

Lara steps into the shower with you and closes the curtain. Her toned, tanned body is immediately shiny because of the water.

"We need a plan," she says.

"I know," you reply.

"We are a mess," she admits.

"It's my fault," you say.

"We can still bloody do it," she says, moving close to you. "Right?"

"I don't know," you say.

"You know what I mean," she presses. "We just fucking do it. Tear them up. Whoever they are."

She means... whatever team you are up against. She wants to just attack them... without mercy. Your boobs are such a distraction that you can't try to be smart... so you have to try to be cruel.

"We have to mess them up," Lara says to you quietly.

It's a private agreement between two stars. You understand exactly what Lara is saying, and she is right. Normal soccer won't be enough. You have to be savage.

This is serious business... but you notice when something bumps against you. You look down to see your erection and hers, close together. You are both totally hard. And Lara is blushing a little.

Lara sees that you are in agreement with her.

She impulsively leans forward and kisses you on the lips. You feel her body up against yours, her hard cock bumping and rubbing against yours, and your stomach...

Her fingers close around your cock and hers, squeezing them together. Your whole body shivers and you squeeze her desperately as she closes her grip and strokes...

"We can do it," she whispers in your ear, still stroking.

You bite her shoulder, squeezing her firm, fit body as her fingers stroke your erection, sending waves of pleasure through your body... her fist holds your penis and hers together.

"Right?" she asks.

"Yeah," you gasp.

You don't know which one of you cums first, but... you find yourself with a creamy, sticky mess that the shower washes away as you and Lara cling together, panting.

The kiss feels good. Your hand is on her smooth body, sliding down her toned back...

"We can do it," she repeats in your ear. You feel your cum and hers, rubbing between you two, with the soap and the water...

The kiss becomes... lazy, like it just goes on... and on... it feels good.

...you go limp in Lara's arms, your cum dribbling all over her stomach and legs, just like hers drips down yours. Her arms feel good around you.

Lara squeezes your body and kisses you, mouth to mouth... it's good.

"Let's go to bed," she whispers.

You both dry off. You have to sleep now... your head is fuzzy.