SOL Day 12 - Help from Riona

“Christ Almighty, Adella,” Riona pants, looking over her shoulder at you in irritation. “Don’t fucking break me!” she scolds.

“Sorry,” you say, stepping back, cum still dribbling out of your cock. Riona stays bent over the sink for a moment to catch her breath. She still has her t-shirt on, but her shorts and panties are around her ankles. Her pale buttocks of red from the pounding you gave her, and you can see your finger marks on her hips where you were holding her. She pushes her hair out of her face and grabs some toilet paper to catch the thick load that’s starting to drip from her pussy.

“Fuck,” she mutters. “What is the matter with you?”

You tuck your sticky cock away, unsure what to say. Riona pulls up her underwear and shorts, and you reach for her hand, but she’s already bumping past you to leave the bathroom.

“I don’t know if you need more wine or less,” she says and goes out into the hall.

You leave the bathroom and sit on your bed, then lie down. You push your wine bottles away. You don’t need more. What you need is someone to talk to.

Claire left, and you barely know her. You can’t suddenly make her your sole support.

Riona has other plans. She doesn’t mind rough, bruising sex, but you might have… startled her. And now you feel bad about it. Who else is there? There’s Tiff. She would listen, but you aren’t ready to handle her sweetness at the moment. You don’t need a mother, you need a friend.

And you don’t have any. There is literally only one person you can call, and it’s 4 A.M. where he is. You call anyway.

To your surprise, your father picks up the phone.

“Why are you awake?” you ask, startled.

“Why did you call me if you thought I would not be awake?” he shoots back.

You don’t have an answer for that.

“I’m in Florida,” he says.

What? What’s he doing here?

“What’s wrong, Adella?” Of course, he knows that something is wrong. You never call him by choice.

You grind your teeth, then tell him everything. To your surprise, he listens. You’re honest with him.

When you’ve said it all, he sighs. “It’s rare for you to ask for fatherly advice.”

Naturally. Your father is a terrible role model. He’s a criminal mastermind, and he’s not been around much during your life. He never paid a lot of attention to you.

“You said that you’ve already learned that you shouldn’t be possessive of people. That you should move on,” he says.

“It’s hard when she’s right here.”

“I know. Don’t try to substitute someone else for her, Adella. When you’re with her, you will just see this other girl’s face. Do you want to be there at all?”

“I can’t run,” you protest.

“If you are not there for girls, you are there for football. Concentrate on that.”

That’s an option. You’ve always had enough talent that you could be lazy in matches and still do well, spending all your real time and energy on chasing girls. What if you stopped doing that and just poured it all into the game? You could do great things. You could even be a rival to a superstar player like Chun.

Of course… if you do this, you will easily unseat Riley as the team captain. Last night, you told your team to ignore the new MVP rules. If you begin this week as a new person, putting your soul into the game, it will look to everyone like you’re just trying to get the captain’s spot for yourself.

You share that concern with your father.

“You said that you don’t have friends,” he reminds you. “What do you have to lose?”