A Look Through Another's Eyes...

While Jack was busy smoking cigarettes and trying to learn the difference between fog and mist, Caoimhe was in the middle of her duties with the football team, just as the team had finished their practice.

Dragging over a large dummy into the closet, Tyler appears out of the corner of her eye, winking at her. He's stripped out of his football uniform, leaving him in a pair of tight briefs. The outline of his cock is clear underneath his shorts, obviously hard.

"Hey, sexy," Tyler says.

"I've told you that I hate when you call me that!" Caoimhe complains, although her eyes drop to look at Tyler's hard cock, her gaze lingering on it for a second.

"Like what you see?" Tyler asks, moving in closer.

His hand reaches down to her side, lifting up her blouse to slowly stroke her belly.

"Stop," Caoimhe says meekly, although Tyler doesn't seem to even notice, let alone obey.

"Hey, a few of the guys made a good suggestion. Since we're working so... hard, during practice, we think we should get a massage after."

"A massage?"

"Yeah, well its good for the muscles to get a rub-down afterwards. What, do you not want us to win?"

"No, of course I do!" Caoimhe says hastily. "Sorry, I'm just nervous. I was just going to go finish my lunch, then I'll do it. Can you organize the guys for me?"

"Sure thing," Tyler says, hand stroking his cock through his underwear for one last second, seeming to enjoy Caoimhe's lingering glances.

Then, Tyler turns and walks off, leaving Caoimhe alone. She finishes moving the dummy, before grabbing her lunch box, which she left on one of the benches she normally sat on while watching the boys practice their football.

As she sits down, Caoimhe wonders just how betrayed Jack would be if he knew how pushy the boys were. Peeking up her skirt, grabbing her ass, stealing her underwear, forcefully groping her tits... but, Caoimhe had promised to help, and she was a woman of her word. She'd help this team win, no matter what... even if she was struggling to contain some of the weirder feelings she'd been having. She definitely wanted the guys to be professional and treat her better, but there was always a fleeting moment of anticipation where hands drew near.

She opens her lunchbox, taking out her sandwich, which she'd been looking forward to all day. She lifted it up to her mouth, taking a large chunk out of the sandwich. However, an unfamiliar taste soon floods through Caoimhe's mouth, an unusual saltiness and cream, even though Caoimhe didn't use too much sauce in most of her meals.

"Hmm?" Caoimhe asks, peeling away the top piece of breed from the sandwich.

Nestled among the salad and meat, a half see-through, half-white mess of goop has been sprayed haphazardly over the insides of the sandwich. Caoimhe had had to deal with guys cumming inside her underwear, surprise spraying it on her when they charged into the room to grope her and even shoving cum-covered fingers into her mouth, but this was an entirely different ballgame.

"They came in my lunch!" Caoimhe says, tears welling up in her eyes. "This is so unfair! I do so much for them!"

The hunger pangs in her stomach hit her, as Caoimhe whimpers. The cafeteria will be closed by now, so if she's not eating now, she won't be eating for another couple of hours, and the emptiness in her belly is awful.