FOC Day 5 - In the morning

In the morning you wake up warm and tingling all over. Soft noises come from under the covers, and you sigh without thinking... it feels good. You snap awake and pull off the sheets, revealing your nude body, and Riona's. She has your cock in her mouth, and is lavishing your morning wood with her tongue. She sucks hard and pulls her lip off, still pumping the shaft as she looks up at you.

You are at a loss for words. She's about to swallow you again, but there are voices in the hallway. The other girls are getting up, and they sound excited.

Riona's curiosity wins over her horniness. You both put on clothes and go downstairs. All the others seem to think something important is about to happen.

At breakfast, everyone quiets down at the coaches gather at the front of the room. Everyone stops eating and talking to listen. Something is going on.

Michelle steps forward, apparently the spokesperson.

"So, announcement time. Everyone listening?" she asks.

"Yes," everyone says together.

"OK. Remember how you have all been gossiping about a new league? And how that's our fault, kind of?" She gestures at the other coaches.

"Yes," everyone says.

"About that. There's no new league," she says.

The room explodes with shock and from some girls, outrage.

"What?" You can't believe it. It's all anyone could talk about yesterday...

"Shut up and listen," Michelle says impatiently. "It's not a league. It's a TV show."

She has to wait again while you all freak out.

"But! But! It's not getting produced yet," she goes on. "Seriously, guys. Let me finish. The producers are here to do a trial run. Your coaches and supervising coaches all have the contract, and you will get your chance to look at it and make your decision."

You want to laugh... like anyone is going to NOT want to be on a TV show about soccer. Everyone will sign.

"For this show, we are going to do a scaled down league, which means teams. But it's a show, not a league. That means these people want to see drama. They want rivalries and things like that. You're sorted into teams, and you *stay* with your team. Your team is like your family," Michelle says.

Wait a minute. What are the teams? Who is on which team? You and lots of the other girls start demanding to know, but Michelle shushes everyone.

"We'll post them in a minute. And I know! I know there's romance here at this camp where we are supposed to be concentrating on training," she says, kind of irritatingly. "So this is how it works. On Mondays you train. On Tuesdays, you have a half-day of training and a practice match. On Wednesdays, you do strategy and light training. On Thursdays, a half-day of training and match prep. On Friday, you have a real match against another team. There will be six teams. Three matches. The winning teams get to spend the weekend here at the lodge. The losers have to stay at camp. What happens at the lodge stays at the lodge. This is the only place where you can mingle with other teams. So if you want to mingle, you have to win. If you don't care about mingling and you just care about soccer, you still have to win, because only winners get interviews. That's how this is going to work."

Whoa. That's a lot. But wait... there are a lot of girls at camp, but not enough for six teams.

"Are these just very small teams, then?" Beth pipes up.

"No. Full teams. More girls arrive tomorrow, and a few of the girls from the Swim Camp are going to come up and join. We..." she says, pointing at herself and the other coaches. "Are your subs if there are injuries. Yes, we know there are some girls here who don't have to sit down to pee. Those girls don't have to hide that. No secrets. Any other questions?"

Wow! You can shower with everyone else now? And share a changing room? And yes, there are lots of questions, but you just want to know what team you are on... but you don't get to see that until after you sign a contract, and none of the coaches will let anyone sign a contract that they have not read yet.

Going over the contracts takes most of the morning. You finally get yours signed, and are handed a sheet with the teams on it. You are officially a contestant in the pilot shoot for Football Ultimate Television Association, or FUTA for short.

You check out your team.

PINK TEAM:

1. Riley (USA) Captain, Striker COACH: Tiff

2. ATT Aki (JAP)

3. ATT Lara (UK)

4. MID Sun (KOR)

5. MID Sam (UK)

6. MID Elena (KEN)

7. DEF Rebecca (USA)

8. DEF Sheva (SEN)

9. DEF Lili (MON)

10. DEF Max (USA)

11. GOAL Viti (IND)

Wow... this is unexpected. You have been distracted by all the things going on, and now that you have signed up, it starts to sink in. You don't see Riona, so she must be on the phone with her coach. You look to see what team she is on.

BLUE TEAM:

Adella (SPN) Captain, Striker - COACH: Motoko

ATT Hana (KOR)

ATT Olga (RUS)

MID Beth (UK)

MID Feng (CHI)

MID Duni (KEN)

DEF Ingrid (SWE)

DEF Riona (IRE)

DEF Jill (USA)

DEF Julieta (FRA)

GOAL Miranda (UK)

Adella's team. You wonder what Riona will think of that. Adella is talking to Motoko, but she seems distracted. She keeps looking toward you. Could she be worried about being a captain? Or maybe it's something else.

Riona finds you after lunch.

"So, Merica," she says, joining you on the couch.

"Ireland," you greet her back.

"Lot of excitement, isn't it?"

"Yup."

"I need to relax." She's giving you a look.

"Oh, I'll relax you," you say. "I'll relax the shit out of you. I'll relax you until you can't relax any more."

She laughs.

"I meant for real," she says.

Oh. You misread that. Upstairs, you both change into your swimsuits. You have the simple one-piece that you bought on Friday... it's blue. And Riona has an insanely sexy yellow bikini... it's high-waisted like something from the 80s, but she's just so... you start getting hard in your suit, and quickly put on your sarong to hide it, but Riona pulls it off you.

"You don't need that now," she says.