IR Day 11 - Saturday Night

Once the conversation is on food, it stays there, inevitably landing on sweets. Even Julieta starts looking hungry.

Your real hope for coming over here was that the rain would stop so that you could at least get Ingrid out for a walk to get some alone time, but that doesn’t happen. The storm just gets worse. FUTA is going to have to deal with this somehow; the ground will eventually get wet enough that the fields won’t be usable. They are real, outdoor fields after all; you don’t play in a stadium.

Soon it’s dinner time, and you make the mistake of just going with Ingrid and Blue Team. This invites your own team, led by Lara, to tease you about being a stranger and a deadbeat mom, which you just accept. After a greasy, but satisfying dinner of lasagna and frozen pie, you end up back at Blue Team’s cabin because there isn’t anywhere else to go.

Lara and a few other morons come to mess with you, but Adella doesn’t let them through the door. Her way of doing you a favor, apparently.

Lara shakes her fist angrily, but leaves.

Sitting with Ingrid in the corner, you have ample time to observe that Adella’s teammates are only slightly less idiotic than yours. Jill and Feng have some sense, at least. The others… you aren’t so sure about. Hana is like a cartoon character. You’re glad that you don’t have to deal with her. And Riona? She’s like an even hornier Lara. You watch her rubbing Adella’s thigh as Adella tries to have a serious conversation with Beth.

All this worry about spying. What is there to spy on? Hana openly staring at Miranda changing underwear, then sneaking off to the bathroom with a sock? You better get back.

You and Ingrid have been absently holding hands as you sat and talked. You give a real kiss on the lips this.

“I will see you tomorrow?” she says, and there’s a hint of hunger or even desperation in her eyes. You smile. Ingrid isn’t as horny as you are, but the boredom of this loser camp brings it out in her.

“Of course,” you say, and kiss her again.

“America! PDA!” Adella barks.

You turn and look at her, then turn back to Ingrid and kiss her a third time, more deeply and theatrically.

Adella rolls her eyes.

“Thanks for letting me come over,” you say to her seriously as you walk past.

She just gestures for you to leave. You grin. Adella is so funny. She’s not as bad as people say.

Back in your cabin, you find Sun naked and Sam doing a shockingly skillful striptease for everyone else. Viti hides in her bunk, something moving surreptitiously under her covers. You see her make a face, and you’re pretty sure she just came. Your team is very special when they’re bored.

You sit on your bunk and enjoy the show. Sam is actually very good at this, and she brought a set of cute underwear to loser camp. Who does that? Who was she planning to wear them for? Oh, you see. Her attention is mainly on Lara, who is sitting in a way that doesn’t betray her raging boner. There’s going to be a sock on the door to the shower room tonight, or some strange noises coming from a bathroom stall because Sam wants Lara inside her, and you and Lara are the same, so you know that Lara won’t be able to sleep until she pours all of that out into a warm, wet… you know.

You take a deep breath. You already miss Ingrid, not just for horny reasons, but you aren’t meant to be with your girlfriend every day, around the clock. This is fine. You just…

You just really need to win your game next week. This place fucking blows. You could be at the Lodge right now, sharing a nice room with Ingrid, and you know beyond a shadow of a doubt what would be going on if you were. You put a pillow on your lap. If people see you like this they’ll think you’re hard because of Sam, but that’s not it.

Maybe the weather will be better tomorrow.