MR Day 7 - Check on Rebecca

Better make sure Rebecca's OK.

You go over to the shower and lean with your back to her, but close enough that she can hear.

"What's going on, Rebecca?"

"Oh!" She sounds startled and quickly closes the curtain. "I'm OK!" she exclaims.

That's BS. You wait until she's done, and comes out, wrapping herself in a towel. She sees you are still there.

"I'm sorry. I really am OK," she says.

"We just won and you're crying. You should tell me what it is," you say.

Rebecca sighs deeply and starts to dry off, while it obviously does not occur to her how distracting that is for you. She doesn't have like an amazing stripper body, but she's cute as hell and you are in your underwear. You must not get hard.

"It's my friends," she says.

"The other girls from um..." you say, but you can't remember.

"Raccoon City," she replies.

"Right. Jill and Claire, right?"

"Yeah. There's some stuff going on," Rebecca says, sounding kind of melancholy. She finishes drying and tosses her towel aside. She puts on a pair of plain white panties... and then just wears those as she gets her toothbrush.

This is hard. You turn, but you can still see her perky little boobs in the mirror...

"So?" you say, trying to stay on topic.

"They don't trust me. They don't tell me things," she says. "They treat me like a kid."

"They're on different teams than you," you say. "They aren't supposed to really talk to you that much."

"Not about soccer," she says.

"Oh. Well, look..." You tell her about how you kind of feel the same way because of Michelle going out tonight... like even though you understand why you weren't invited, it still feels bad.

Rebecca seems to appreciate it. You feel like a good captain!

But her cheeks are turning pink. You notice where she is looking... you didn't get hard, but you did get... a little hard, and now the head of your penis is poking up out of your panties.

"Shit," you say. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Blushing, she puts on a t-shirt and goes to bed.

You go to bed as well, and fall asleep easily. Of course you dream of Michelle. In your dream she is wearing a cool black corset that tries to contain her soft boobs and belly... and nothing else. In the dream, Michelle is acting bossy and in charge, and you like it. She stands in front of you and puts her foot on a chair. You bury your face between her legs and...

... wake up with a mess in your underwear. This happens to you so much that you are used to it.

It's the middle of the night. You get up and sneak to the bathroom to clean up, but you hear a buzzing from one of the stalls. Puzzled, you don't see any feet... you realize it's a vibrator.

You quickly clean up and leave the bathroom so whoever is in there can have privacy... but you do look to see who is in their beds.

Lili is not in hers.

You get back in your own bed, but now you can't help it. You picture her in a bathroom stall with her feet up against the walls, legs spread, clenching her jaw and holding a vibe on her clit... great, now you are hard again. You hope you won't have a second wet dream tonight. Of all the nights for Michelle to ditch you...