Let Riley win

Maybe you could beat Riley, but why bother? There's no prize for finishing first in this little morning jog, and the view is better from behind. You fall back just a little, but stay close behind her to keep her from thinking she's winning too easily.

After the finish line, catch up to her. You're both breathing hard. Her shirt's sticking to her. You can see the lines of her sports bra. Her perky figure drives you wild, even tired and grumpy from this dumb running. She has the prettiest hair. And her smile.

"You let me win," she says.

"Duni let us both win," you reply. It's true. Duni, the tall, ripped player from Kenya who talks like a British princess, and Beth, slim and tiny, also British, are both faster than you and Riley, but they didn't bother trying this morning.

You don't blame them. There's no reason to wear yourself out before the day even starts.

It's a long day of practice and lectures, but the weather's pretty nice at least. You get to sit next to Riley for meals and in lectures, and she's a little shy with you, but still trying to act cool. You see through her. She's basically a virgin. A horny virgin that spends all her time thinking about girls and sex, and she's probably seen a billion hours of porn, but she hasn't been with a lot of girls the way that you have. That just makes her cuter to you.

Soon, other girls are talking about going out tonight, after dinner. They want to buy dresses and hit a club in the city. Nobody has a better idea, so it seems like everyone's signing on to do that. Even during the lecture that Amelie gives in the late afternoon, girls are whispering and looking at their phones, coordinating to share uber rides and stuff.

You held off, waiting to see what Riley would do, but apparently she doesn't have the guts. It's not even a question for you... you have to ask her.

"Come dance with me tonight," you murmur, your eyes on Amelie... it's a small miracle. You are so into Riley that you aren't even paying attention to how smoking hot the French coach is.

"OK," Riley replies, blushing. You had a feeling that she would say yes. "I'll meet you there. I think I'll ride with Beth and Duni."

That works for you. It would've been fun to do your dress shopping with Riley... maybe kind of hot, actually, but... no problem.

Pretty soon you're in a cab, going to the department store. You know what you look good in, and buy a little black dress with some confident, black underwear. You don't know if you're getting laid tonight, but... you're definitely going to try.

At the club, you quickly find Riley, who is wearing a blue dress that's more cute than sexy. It's a shame she doesn't have more confidence... but then again, if she did, she'd definitely be taken and you wouldn't have a chance like this.

You buy her a drink and get her onto the dance floor, in no particular hurry. You just love everything she does. How she acts a little shy and out of place in the club, but... then she's actually a pretty good dancer. You dance close, but not too close. You're teasing her and doing her a favor at the same time. She's as horny as you are, but she doesn't want to be in the middle of this packed dance floor with an erection, so you don't get too cozy...

One very sweaty hour later, you're back at the bar with fresh drinks.

Suddenly, Riley has a worried look on her face. She's looking at a table, where Beth and Duni are, apparently doing shots. Oh dear. Duni can hold her liquor... at least a bit, but Beth can't.

"Should we go check on them?" Riley asks.