Resident Futa: Arousal

Central Florida is bearable in the shade, not that the weather means much to Riley Jamison at the moment. Every day is so busy now that the Football Ultimate Television Association, or FUTA, has officially kicked off. Going from training camp to professional athlete and reality TV star at the same time is the kind of adjustment that she’s never had to make before. Cameras, contracts, and social media actually mattering—it’s all new. Her viral moment scoring an acrobatic winning goal last summer has not prepared her for this. Back then, she’d been known as the redhead with the cute butt that did a sweet kick, which carried no responsibility. Things are different now.

She strolls along a path in the woods outside FUTA campus, accompanied by Hana, a fellow player on Blue Team. The people behind FUTA brought players in from all over the world, and Hana comes from Korea, although her English is perfect, and there’s no culture gap whatsoever. She seems well-traveled. The little brunette looks delicate, but she’s an aggressive attacker. Sometimes too aggressive, which is something that Riley will eventually have to deal with as team captain.

Hana takes everything about FUTA in stride. She’s naturally confident. Riley is still struggling with the fact that the penis that she has grown up with and always been self-conscious about is actually celebrated at FUTA. There are an almost suspicious number of girls at FUTA who have penises, and FUTA marketing tends to emphasize that. Riley and Hana are proportionate, but there are women like Adella Salazar from Spain, who is so hung that there’s a fat bulge in her uniform when she plays. Social media loves it.

It’s a lot. This stroll is the first peace that Riley’s had in three days. She tries to savor it. Hana usually talks a lot, but today she’s oddly quiet. Riley senses that the Korean player wants something from her, but she’s in no hurry to find out what that is.

“You OK?” Hana asks finally.

Riley is surrounded by people all day and she has more followers on socials now than she ever expected or wanted, but all of this is still profoundly isolating. She’d just been thinking that it’s nice to have Hana walking with her, even if they aren’t exactly close.

At first, Riley worried that Hana had something to gripe about today. The role of team captain doesn’t carry much weight; it’s mostly symbolic, but Riley does make the majority of the offensive calls. Hana’s good, and she’s arrogant. Maybe she has feedback. Riley’s caught her staring at her a few times. Hana has a huge social media following. Maybe she thinks that she should be captain. Is that where this is going? The downside to having no distractions is that Riley’s anxiety gets to go wild.

“I’m OK,” Riley replies.

A twig snaps before she can ask Hana why she wanted to come along today. They exchange a look, and suddenly the shade and the distance from camp take on a different quality. They’ve been walking for a while. Are they even still on campus? This path is just that, a path. It’s not one of the paved walkways with lights that connect all the points of interest at the FUTA compound, where the soccer fields are. They’re in the woods, and there shouldn’t be anyone around.