DAY TWO on Beth's Route

You got a blowjob from your best friend once. It's not your favorite memory but it's in your top five. It was a pity thing. She did it because she felt bad for you being a single, frustrated virgin.

But you still felt pretty good the day after.

You feel like that now, as you wake up for Day Two of Soccer Camp. Your body is relaxed and you slept very well, but you only get to be relaxed for like a second before all the anxiety and embarrassment show up.

As you lie on your top bunk in the cabin, all the other girls snoring in their own bunks, you don't know where you stand with Beth.

But you remember the feel of her body under your hands and how tightly she squeezed you and the faces she made and what her lips felt like.

And you have horrible morning wood. It's titanium.

You look around sneakily and see there's only one other girl awake, the Indian girl, Viti. She's on her phone. You creep out of bed and rush to the bathroom to jerk off and clean up. Rubbing one out first thing in the morning is second nature to you, and this morning with Beth so fresh in your memory it takes about thirty seconds.

You clean up and get dressed as the cabin starts waking up for the day.

First on the schedule is a one mile run to get everybody woken up. Some of the girls complain, but not you. You lace up your running shoes and pile out of the cabin with them. Some of the coaches are already out there, waiting.

You find Beth. Her running shorts aren't that short or sexy, and her t-shirt is just a t-shirt. But she's really pretty in the morning sunlight.

She sees you and smiles.

You all get on the trail and start jogging, and Beth slows down to jog alongside you. You're fast, but she's even faster.

"Morning," she says. She might feel some of the shyness that you do, but she doesn't show it.

"Morning," you say, like you can play it cool. You can't. You're blushing.

Neither of you says anything else; there's a hundred other girls right there. The run only takes a few minutes, and the next stop is the big lodge, where you're split into groups that do different things on different days. Today you're in the yoga group.

It's a good idea for soccer and health and fitness, but it's not very considerate of you. Some of the other girls are grumbling because they're hungry and they want to eat, but you all have to do the morning activities before breakfast.

"Oi," Beth says, nudging you as you and the others go toward the room with the mats on the floor. "This OK for you?"

"What do you mean?" you ask, taking a drink from your water bottle.

"Won't it, you know?" she gives you a look.

Beth is reading your mind. She knows watching all the other girls do yoga will definitely get you turned on.

"Yeah, probably," you admit, irritated.

"Well?" Beth asks a question with her eyes.

"What?"

"We can go somewhere." Her eyes light up. "Or do you *want* to stay? Do you *want* to look?"