MR Day 3 - Visit Michelle

You take the shopping bag and leave the cabin. It is still much too hot outside...

The lights are on in Michelle's tiny cabin, but all the other coach cabins are dark. You knock on the door, and she answers it wearing just a t-shirt. She looks tired.

"I told you to rest," she says.

"It's still early," you protest.

"You are ridiculous."

"It's boring at the cabin. And you have drinks."

"Yes. I have drinks." She takes a deep breath for patience as you go to the refrigerator and get one.

It looks like she was doing something with her computer on the bed. She goes back and sits down with it on her lap. You drink some juice and look around the cabin, but there is not much to it. You are still jealous because it is private.

You finish drinking and jump on the bed with your bag, crawling over to her.

"Oh God," she says, keeping her eyes on her computer and refusing to look at you.

"What are you doing?" you ask, snuggling up to her.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"You know I'm good at it."

"I guess you are," Michelle says. "They want to form a special league for here in America. Pro soccer hasn't caught on here. They think stealing talent from other countries before they go pro will help. Later on, there will be scouts here."

"Not scouts for the normal clubs?" you ask.

"No. For the new teams that they're forming."

Holy shit. This is big news.

"It's a secret," Michelle says.

"Right. Right." Wow!

She is reading some materials about this new league on her computer. You try to read over her shoulder, and she bumps against you to stop you.

"Cut that out."

"Here. It's for you." You hand her the suit.

"Are you kidding me?"

"You'll look great."

You cuddle closer to her.

"You're crazy. Go take a cold shower."

"Come on. Coach," you whine.

"What are you, five?"

"I'm twenty! I'm an adult! A horny adult!"

"I'm your coach," she says stubbornly.

"That's why you're supposed to take care of me!"

"Does this work on other people?" she asks.

"I never tried it on anyone else," you say.

She puts her hand on your forehead. "You've lost your mind. It's the sun, isn't it?"

"The sun's down. Romantic, right?" You hold up the bikini.

"I told you. I'm not wearing that."

"Put it on for me!"

"No!"

She smells amazing. Now that you are so close to her on the bed, maybe you really have lost your mind.

"OK, don't put it on. But at least let me touch your boobs," you say. This is fun. She is getting embarrassed.

"There is a whole camp full of cute girls," she says.

"You're the cutest," you say, and try to romantically take off her glasses, but she snatches them back and puts them on.

"And you are the dumbest," you say.

"Yes," you agree. "So I can touch your boobs?"

Michelle groans and rolls her eyes. "Fine."