MR Day 6 - Be classy

...you better not do anything crazy. You aren't just a horny soccer player now, you're also a team captain.

You get clean, quickly dry off, and put on clean boyshorts and a sports bra, then go back out. To your surprise, Lulu is still there. It's kind of hot in the cabin, and a window is open...

Michelle sees you looking at it.

"The heat's broken or something," she says. "They'll fix it tomorrow."

She and Lulu are both drinking cold beers.

"Can I have one?" you ask, joining them.

"You're underage," Michelle says, giving you a soda.

It's fine. You hang out with the two of them as they drink and chat. It looks like they knew each other in college or something... you don't get the details.

From their conversation, which is a bit tipsy, it sounds like Lulu is separated from her husband. It sounds like she has a kid, who is the same age as you. You have to admit, you do get a bit distracted... it's warm, and just a bit of sweat has beaded on her skin, and she has a lot of cleavage showing. Seeing it all shiny is...

"How do you like Moxxi?" Michelle is asking.

"She's a lot," Lulu replies.

Moxxi is a famous radio hostess. She and Lulu are the team that will be calling your games for FUTA... it's pretty crazy.

Lulu and Michelle finish on the 6 pack of beers, and Michelle goes off back to her cabin.

You sit on the bed with Michelle, sipping your soda.

"She seems cool," you say.

"She's having a hard time," Michelle says.

Really? You didn't get that impression. She's beautiful, though.

"Thanks for not acting weird," she adds. "That would've been embarrassing."

Michelle's looking at you.

"What is it?" you ask, thinking about tomorrow. This FUTA stuff is serious... even as you walked over to this cabin, you saw people with lights and cameras. It's more serious than you thought.

"I was wondering when you got so sexy," Michelle says, blushing a bit.

You are shocked to hear her say that. You are just sitting casually on the bed, leaning back in your underwear... but there's a noticeable bulge in your boyshorts, and you have a little sheen of sweat on you, on your toned arms and legs, and abs... and there are some sweat stains on your underwear too, but you just bathed, so you are totally clean.

"Well, I always thought you were sexy," you say back.

"Really?"

Well... you actually always found Michelle more cute than sexy, with her short, plump body and big glasses... but that was before you got her in bed. There's a sexual tigress hiding behind that innocent face of hers. It looks like tonight it's hungry, too... must be the beer.

You turn toward her on the bed, bending your knee and bringing one foot up, turning that bulge in her direction.

"You know I'll do anything for you," you say... you mean it. She's sitting there in panties and a t-shirt... not dressed up or in sexy lingerie, but you would do anything.

Still blushing, you see her eyes glance at your bulge.

"I'm glad you're not my player anymore," she says.

"How glad?" you ask back... you can't be any more obvious. Luckily, she takes the hint. Instead of answering, she crawls toward you. You lie back as she slips her hands into your underwear and pulls it down your thighs, freeing your quickly swelling penis.

It's a little rough and clumsy, but her mouth feels good, and it's not the feel of her tongue, but the sight of her face that makes you want to cum. You play with her hair gently as her head bobs on your shaft before you can't resist anymore. You stop her and make her sit up, helping her pull of her shirt. Her plump boobs jiggle as you free them, and you push her down on your back, kissing her. It's so different now, feeling the way her hands are on your body, pulling you into the kiss as her tongue dances with yours.

You break it and get on top of her, pushing your cock, slippery with her saliva, between her breasts. Redfaced, she pushes them together, squeezing it. You help her, pinching her nipples as you gently slide it back and forth, groaning. But seeing her frustration cuts your enjoyment of her breasts short... you can't make her wait.

The quiet gasping and whimpering ends as soon as you enter her... Michelle has a loud voice, and she uses it. It's so good that all you can do is lie on top of her pillowy body, working your hips as hard as you can, barely noticing the loud, girly cries coming from yourself, almost like you're the one on your back...

You bury your face in her damp neck and unload inside her, going limp on top... but as you lie there, hot and sticky, feeling the flutters of her walls around you and listening to her panting... you start to get hard again.

A few minutes later she's locked in a rigid pose, clutching the sheets as her breasts bounce with the jerking of her body as she cums, and you are spurting out a second load inside her already overflowing pussy.

You both collapse, wheezing. Her body's so soft and huggable, next to you... you don't want to move. You want to stay.

But you can't. You have to get back.