IA Day 3 - Camping with Ingrid and Angela

You and Ingrid separate from Angela and go back to the cabin with the other girls. You pack things in backpacks, and then the coaches give you more luggage to carry...

No one is very excited about this, and the day seems to keep getting hotter.

Your group goes out to the trail and starts the hike into the woods. It is good conditioning for soccer, but... it is not fun. After ten minutes you and Ingrid are covered in sweat and a lot of the girls are complaining about how they wish the pool was already open, but that would be worse, because if it was they would just be mad that they had to camp instead of swimming.

The only good thing is that Ingrid is behind you on the way up so you don't have to stare at her.

You can see Angela hiking with the French coach, and Ana, the Egyptian coach. The three of them are not having trouble at all... how can they be in better shape than all you athletes? And the French coach is wearing leggings that show off her large, perfect ass, but you are too hot and tired to be horny.

You reach the campsite and set up the tents. A lot of the girls go straight to the shower, which you can't use because it offers no privacy. Some of the others are walking around in their sports bras.

Not very many of the girls are good cooks, and even some of the coaches are useless! Luckily, Viti, Angela, and Ana are good cooks, so none of you have to starve, but nobody wants hot food on such a hot night.

This overnight sucks, but having Ingrid and Angela next to you makes it better. Ingrid is so relaxed tonight, and she is more fun like that. And Angela is positive about everything.

Soon the other girls are going into their tents.

You are sharing your tent with Ingrid and Angela. You climb in, knowing you will have an uncomfortable night.

You lie down and close your eyes so you don't have to look at them. Angela is only wearing a big t-shirt to sleep in, and Angela strips down to just her panties.

"Are you OK, Riley?" Angela asks you.

"Hot," you say.

"Yes. Unlucky weather."

Oh God, Angela is lying on her stomach, smiling at you. Her shirt is bunched up at her waist, so you can see her butt. Her panties are white, just like Ingrid's. Speaking of Ingrid...

"Oh my," Angela said, noticing that Ingrid has her eyes closed and her hand in her panties.

She's doing it again! She doesn't even know it!

A twig snaps outside the tent. Someone's out there. Should you check it out? Or stay here?