IA Day 5 - Go to Ingrid

You go to Ingrid and put your arm around her.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"My team," she frets.

"What? You have a great team. Adella is the best player at camp. She will be a great captain. And all our friends are actually on your team..." you say, trying to comfort her.

"Motoko is scary," she tells you. She has grabbed your hand and is crushing it. She is having that kind of anxiety... She looks like she wants to cry. You understand. It is not about Motoko or her team, it's just that this is a lot very suddenly. Ingrid did not expect to be on TV. She is excited, but also afraid. You better get her somewhere private.

Upstairs, she squeezes you for comfort like you are a teddy bear or something. You do not mind, but you feel bad... You are going to speak, but she lets you go, suddenly embarrassed.

"I will take a shower," she announces. This is progress for her. She understands what is going on, and knows to go somewhere private. It's actually a good thing, but you are worried... she seems very off her game.

She goes into the bathroom and closes the door. A second later, Angela enters the room looking worried.

"Is she OK?" she asks you, and you shake your head.

"She is freaking out."

"TV is not right for her," Angela says. "But I could not tell her."

"Should she not do it? She already signed."

"It will be good for her. But difficult. She will be very anxious." Angela looks seriously troubled. "Today will be hard for her. She will feel better tomorrow when she practices."

Angela is probably right. You stare at her in her black running shorts and white t-shirt, with her blonde hair in a simple ponytail. You know what is going on in the bathroom.

"If she is going to be tense all day," you suggest hesitantly, "we can help. Get it all out. You know. ALL of it," you say. "So it doesn't bother her later."

Angela looks thoughtful. "You are right." She nods. You didn't think she would agree!

But her t-shirt is already coming over her head, revealing a lacy, white bra. She unhooks it and puts it on the bed, and you remember to take off your clothes too. Your heart is racing. Today had already taken a nice turn, but it just got better. Your heart races and your cock swells as Angela first steps out of her black shorts, then her white panties.

You tear off the rest of your clothes and follow her into the bathroom, where Ingrid is in the shower. Just as you expected, she has one huge breast in hand, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she squeezes, and her other hand between her legs. Her eyes are closed.