IA Day 7 - Have Angela call Riley

"Can you call Riley?"

Angela smiles. She and Riley were your support group before FUTA... she is not surprised.

"OK," she says. "But be careful. You should not be seen with the captain of another team."

Hmm... that is a good point. Angela leaves, and you get in the shower.

When you come out in your towel, Riley and Riona are both in your room.

"Should you be walking around?" Riley asks worriedly, and Riona quickly pulls you back to the bed even though you are still damp. You hold your towel in place as she makes you sit down.

"I'm so sorry," she says.

"It is OK. I was in the way," you admit... You are definitely the one who did the wrong thing, not Riona.

"Are you OK?" Riona asks, and you smile and nod.

"Yes. It does not hurt." It does a little bit actually, but it's just a little headache... it's not that serious. Angela said it was mild.

Once you assure Riona that everything is OK, she leaves, and you are alone with Riley.

You sit on the hospital bed in your towel, keeping your legs together. You want to dry off, but you are suddenly very self-conscious.

All Riley has on is a t-shirt, a pair of boyshorts, and flip flops... she just walked over here in her night clothes. A lot of girls do that here... there are no men at the camp, after all. Riley is just... a bit distracting. She's so cool, and she's not even trying.

She smiles at you. "Your team was great today."

She's not mad about losing?

"You didn't have to do that," she adds.

"Do what?"

"You know what."

She's onto you... she knows you gave her that pity goal. You feel guilty. You tell her about how you got nervous and Miranda and Jill saw you earlier today.

Riley looks sympathetic.

"I hope they're nice about it," she says. "You should tell them the truth."

You know that, it's just hard to do...

"Don't give me that horny look," Riley says. "You're injured. You need to take it easy."

Horny look?! You blush.

Riley gets up and walks to you.

"It'll be OK," she says. "You're doing awesome."

She gives you a hug, and for a second you feel the soft bulge in her underwear against your damp thigh.

She leaves, and you sit there, your heart beating fast and your face red. You dry off and put your underwear on, then get your phone and message your family about what is going on. Eventually it's time to sleep, and you turn the lights off and lie under the sheets, moving restlessly.

You... can't help it. You keep seeing Riley in your mind and wishing she had stayed. Every time you picture her confident smile, you feel it between your legs. You give up and move the sheets, slipping your panties off and putting them aside.

You grab a handful of your breast with one hand, and slide the other between your legs, where you are already hot and slippery. You breathe quietly in the dark as your clit grows under your fingertips.

Did you really look horny? Are you horny?

You think about the last time with your last boyfriend, in his bed, on top of him... and it does not do much. But then you think about Riley with her fingers around her penis, and your toes curl. You are so wet that you could slip three fingers inside effortlessly, and you want to be filled up. You roll onto your front, pressing your face into the pillow and squeezing your thighs together, humping your whole hand.

In a few minutes you lie there gasping, your sopping wet hand between your thighs, your lower half still quivering. You smell the pillow, but see Riley in your mind. You wish you were on her team.