SOL - Riona's invitation

You don’t want to get in trouble, but you also don’t want to be in the cabin after dark. Deciding to go and meet Riona is easy, although you aren’t sure what she’s up to if she’s not trying to get laid. You weren’t horny before, but you could be talked into something now… although you don’t particularly like sex outdoors.

You and Riona already did this once, your second night at camp. You remember bending her over in front of a tree near the dining hall just after dark, yanking her shorts and underwear down to her ankles and pounding from behind until you let out what felt like a gallon of semen inside her while she muffled her shrieks with a wadded up sweatshirt.

Then you remember catching your breath, watching the cum running down her shaking legs after you pulled out… until you noticed a spider crawling on you. The sexy part ended there.

Outdoors isn’t great, but you are not feeling picky right now. All the running did no good; you’re tenser than ever. When you left the cabin, Riley and Lara were on Riley’s bed, snuggling while they looked at their phones.

Lara had been playing with Riley’s hair.

“Is that your teeth?” Riona asks, startling you. You jump and turn to see her come out of the shadows. Yes, you were grinding them. You take a deep breath. “Scary,” she mutters. “I see you wore your best for our date.”

You’re wearing shorts and a tee, just like her and every other girl in this place.

Riona looks around, amused. “Course, I suppose the last time we were out we didn’t need clothes.”

“I was thinking about it too,” you admit.

“Bet you were,” she says with a playful little wiggle. “Quit moping and come on.”

You follow her through the woods, away from the cabins. She leads you to one of the footpaths, but this place looks different in the dark. You aren’t sure where you are, but then you see the pitches and you’re able to figure it out.

Lots of windows are glowing up ahead. These are the tiny little cabins on the northeast side of camp. Back before FUTA, this was where the coaches that accompanied the players were sleeping. The original soccer camp had been two things are once, or so you’d thought: a chance for players to get scouted across borders and a sort of conference for coaches and managers. Now, of course, everyone knows that it had been a setup. A way for FUTA to get the players that it wanted all in one place so it could sign them all at once.

But once FUTA got going, while a couple of coaches took jobs in FUTA to stay close, most of them had gone back where they came from. So who lives in these cabins now?