SOL - Ignore her advances

“Thanks,” you say, letting some tiredness into your voice to do the talking for you. “Thanks for saying that.”

“Of course,” she purrs. She goes on to give you a long, leisurely massage… and she’s not discreet about it, but you have just enough self-control not to get raging hard from the way her pale fingers stroke your skin. She’s good at this. For just a second, you let the image into your head of her pale body on top of yours, gleaming with oil and riding you on this table… then you think about her underneath you, blowing all this stress deep inside her warm depths… but no. You are not doing that.

You take deep breaths. She finishes the massage and wipes you down with a warm, damp towel. You put your clothes on and leave, although you don’t feel very relaxed from that. If anything, you feel frustrated and pent up.

You… should not go anywhere near your team like this. So instead you go for a stroll. The white, paved walkways that wind through the FUTA campus, previously the humble soccer camp, are plentiful and they make it easy. It’s a bit hot and sunny out, but you’re a lifelong athlete and you have plenty of stamina. You walk briskly, trying to work off a bit of tension as you go. You smell like sweat and massage oil.

Tiff means well. She’s not a bad coach.

Amy… just wants to get laid.

Riley… just wants someone to hold at night because she’s so overwhelmed by the pressures of being captain.

Lara… sees what you see in Lara: a pretty girl with a cute body and a lot of funny, horny innocence that can’t help but draw you in.

You shake your head. Everything is OK. Things feel chaotic, but they are not. You’re out of prison. That’s what matters. You just need to move on. Find something… or someone else to occupy your mind and your time. That’s the solution. Before all this, you would have gone to the club every night and gotten wasted, then taken home some pretty girl and fucked her brains out. You don’t have access to the **** here, but there are plenty of girls. You can take your mind off things.

You stop on the path and look to your left. There’s a bench a short distance away in the shade, and someone’s sitting on it. You see red hair that you instantly recognize. It sets off fireworks in your brain. All red hair, Riona’s… that of other girls… it all gets your attention, but there’s one shade that stands out. You know that it’s not about hair color. This is just your mind playing tricks on you. You would know Riley’s hair anywhere.

Go and sit down?

Or keep going?