LT - Promises

You made yourself a promise for this week, and you kept it.

You told yourself that you would think about soccer, and if Lotte came after you, you would do the right thing: whatever happened, you would take it straight to FUTA. No blackmail, no games.

But Lotte never showed up to bother you. In fact, intense focus on your team caught the attention of Pink Team’s most obvious horny lesbian, Sam, who started sucking up to you in the most naked, thirsty way until you finally gave in Tuesday night in the shower, long after everyone else was asleep. Sam begged and begged and dug her fingernails into your ass as you fucked her against the wall under the hot water.

Honestly, that was the most interesting part of the week.

You trained hard, you practiced hard, and you spent a lot of time worrying about what Lotte was going to try to pull. You built up all that tension, and Sam conveniently gave you a hot, wet place to release it.

You won the practice game on Wednesday without any difficulty at all. You were so focused, and that makes all the difference. The hardest part about your second week of FUTA is not worrying about Lotte. You avoid everything that has to do with Red Team, which is easy until you learn that you have to face them on Friday.

Pushing Lotte out of your mind is one thing. Trying not to think about the things that have happened, or that rage sex on the riverbank, or the look on her face as she follow you back to the camp that day, looking like a sad puppy… that’s doable.

But this? You’re an attacker. She’s a defender. On Friday you will be face to face with her. You talk to Tiff about it, and she tells you to tap into your rage and run her over.

Well… you could do that. You have a lot of rage still. That’s probably what you will have to do, but you don’t like the feel of it. You’ll always resent Lotte for making all this so complicated. You came here to play soccer. And maybe, just maybe, touching some boobs or getting some action was a distant secondary objective.

You did end up losing your virginity, but you also lost all your dignity and any sense of normalcy. Life feels less stable now, and it’s because of her.

“Thought we agreed you were going to stop thinking about her,” Lara murmurs to you in the shower. Every night in the cabin, you sneak away to rub one out so you don’t wake up with an embarrassing mess. Lara does the same, and it’s been getting steadily more handsy the past couple nights. Now you’re facing her in the little shower stall, your hand on hers and hers on yours.

“I am,” you reply, frustrated. But you just see Lotte’s pale, smooth body under you on that riverbank. You grunt in frustration and spray your load all over her cock and your own hand. She is very good with her fingers.

You absently keep pulling on her as the orgasm flows through you, but you notice how she’s looking at you.

“What?” you ask.

“Well, can I…?”

“Can you what?”

“You know? On your tits?”

You snort and roll your eyes, then get on your knees. You even use your hands to push them up a little. Lara eagerly stands over you, taking over to jerk herself on. A couple minutes later she helps you wash the cum off your breasts.

“I can read Dutch you know,” she mentions.

On the one hand, you can’t believe that you spent so much of your life thinking you were the only horny idiot in the world. But if Lara’s as dumb as you are, how come she can see through you like this?

Later you’re on her bed, clean, in your nightshirt, hair still damp, looking at Lotte’s social media profiles on your phone.

“She does have lots of sisters,” Lara confirms for you, scrolling around. “And one of the younger ones does like American soccer. Why don’t you people call it football?”

“We have football already,” you say with a yawn. “That doesn’t make it true. She could still be lying.”

“Probably,” Lara says with a shrug, tossing the phone aside. She reaches over to play with your hair. “I could make you forget about her.”

You laugh and look over at her. “How would Beth feel about that?”

Lara plays dumb, but you know there’s something between them. Maybe they aren’t official, but you aren’t about to mess it up. You like Beth. She was super friendly to you at the very beginning of camp, when you were still nervous and afraid of everyone.

“Lara, jerk off buddies is one thing,” you tell her quietly. “But if I let you fuck me, somehow, Beth will end up hurt.”

Lara seems startled. She quickly gets defensive and gives you a little smile.

“Maybe I wanted you to fuck me,” she mutters. “Did you think of that?”

“A few times,” you reply. “How’d you get that perky little booty?”

“Climbing,” she replies.

“What?”

She leans over and kisses your cheek. “This is your problem, Riley. You’re too sweet. You can’t worry about everyone’s feelings. Lotte knows that you’re like this. It’s why she owns you.”

You aren’t so sure.