Signal Michelle

When Amy isn't looking you make a crazy face at Michelle. She looks confused.

Get rid of her, you mouth to her, using your eyes to point to Amy.

Michelle doesn't get it.

You glare at her.

"Um," she says.

"What is it?" Amy asks as she bends over for a clean towel. You are so turned on that her ass in scrubs is hot. You need help bad.

"Can you give us a second? I need to talk to my player about something." Michelle sounds unsure. She doesn't know what's going on.

Now Amy is confused as well, but she leaves the room.

Relieved, you can relax a little. You are lying on your table and Michelle is on hers.

"Riley, what's wrong?"

"This was a bad idea. Can you turn around?"

"Turn around?" Michelle asks.

"Yes. I'm getting up."

"Jesus. I didn't know you were so shy." She looks away, and you jump up and pull on your robe.

"I'll see you at dinner," you say.

"You're leaving? Hey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" She turned back around and saw how you were using your hands to try to hide your groin. Even with your robe on, your erection is trying to be obvious.

"I'm fine."

She doesn't believe you, and she catches you before you can get out the door. And she was in a hurry so her towel fell off. Michelle is totally nude and covered in oil, standing next to you and holding your wrist. You freeze at the sight of her, and she opens your robe.

Your red, throbbing cock is painfully obvious. It's dripping precum in front of Michelle's eyes. You pull free and cover up.

Michelle is speechless.

You run out of the room and get dressed, and keep running. That was the worst thing that could have happened.

Michelle catches up with you before you can get back to the cabin. She is very angry. What will she do? Kick you off the team? Send you home?

There are people around, so she doesn't say anything. It's obvious that you are upset, and she doesn't want to cause a scene.

You follow her back to her cabin. Running away won't help, so you have to deal with it. You always knew she would find out.

She is fired up as soon as she closes the door.

"I never even suspected you were a boy," she said.

"I'm not a boy," you tell her.

"Yes you are." She points at your crotch and closes the drapes.

Miserable, you sit on the bed and slide off your shorts and underwear. Michelle looks shocked. Your erection is gone, at least. You lift your soft cock and spread your legs enough to show the smooth lips of your pussy.

"Not a boy," you say.

"Oh my God." Michelle looks really shocked. Too shocked.

"What?"

"I've been raising hell because I heard there are some other girls like you here. And I thought it wasn't true and they were just boys. But I can't be pissed about them if you have one!" She looks upset.

"Others?"

"Oh my God," she says again. Then she sits down on the bed, looking worried. But she can't stay worried for long. After a second she looks over at you.

You realize that you are still bottomless and sitting on your coach's bed.

"Wow," Michelle says. "You kept it a secret all this time?"

You nod. It wasn't easy.

"What happened back there?" she asks.

"You were naked and she was touching me. She was really good." You shrug. "I got turned on."

She looks surprised by that.

"Everything turns me on," you explain. "It's worse here. All these girls. I'm dying."

Michelle is starting to get it. "I thought you had a boyfriend."

"I never said that."

"I assumed." Michelle nervously plays with her phone. "Behind every good soccer girl there's usually a boyfriend fucking her brains out before each match. You have to take care of that tension."

"I do that myself," you say, a bit defensively.

Michelle makes a fist and mines jerking off with it.

"Yes," you said, annoyed. "I have to. All the time."

"Hey, I used to have a back massager in my bag that I would carry with my gear," Michelle tells you. "I never used it on my back. A lot of road games my boyfriend wasn't there, and I spent all those nights in hotel beds with that thing on my clit. Everybody gets tense."

It's sweet of her to say that, but all it does is make you picture her in your head getting off.

"Oh." She notices you getting hard.

"You just told me about you masturbating," you snap. "How's that supposed to not get me hard?"

"I don't know! I didn't mean to."

"Didn't mean to," you grumble, pulling your t-shirt over your hard cock. "Can I still play?"

"I guess. They're letting these other girls play."

"Most of them are normal."

"Some of them aren't."

"OK." You are relieved. Michelle isn't really angry and your soccer career isn't over. This is embarrassing, but everything is OK.

She is staring very obviously. You guess it isn't often that people get to see someone with both parts, so you don't hold it against her. But it's uncomfortable.

"Have you seen any other girls like you?"

"No."

"And you keep it a secret?" she asks.

"Of course."

"Is it hard?"

"To keep it a secret? What do you think?" you snap, looking down at the tent in your t-shirt.

Michelle gives you a look that's at least a little understanding.

"Sorry," she says.

You tell her about what it's like. You tell her about last night, when you and all the other girls first arrived here in the cabins and what it was like having them changing clothes and showering all around you. And the shower today. You tell her how last night you snuck a towel into your bunk and stroked yourself sneakily under the covers, shooting several loads into that towel in secret because Ingrid had walked around the cabin for ten minutes topless and the site of her perfect Swedish breasts had driven you totally crazy.

Soon you and Michelle are lying side by side on the bed, comparing stories of frustration.

She tells you about a time when she shared a room with a gay teammate who snuck her girlfriend in and how she had to lie in her bed and listen to them having sex.

"I was so mad," she confides in you. "Not that she did it, because it was hot. But because I couldn't get off. I wish I had the courage to join them."

You don't talk about it. Michelle might not know what it's like to have to hide a penis, but she knows that sometimes you have to get off. Without saying anything, she takes off her shirt and bra, then her shorts and underwear. She is still somewhat oily from the massage.

You are already naked below the waist, but you take off the t-shirt that you were hiding your penis with. You are both fully nude on the bed.

Your coach lies back comfortably while you drink in her plump, beautiful body with your eyes. She starts to toy with one of her nipples, and her other hand slides between her legs as she looks at you. All this talk has gotten her horny too.

You can only watch her rub around her clit for a second before you put your hand on her cock and start to stroke it.

The cabin is quiet, but your breathing gets louder. Michelle's mouth is open, and she lets out a small moan.

Your hand goes faster, and wet noises come from between her legs. Her rubbing becomes more frantic. She makes no sound when she orgasms, but her body tightens and her legs get rigid. Her back arches and her breasts bounce while her face takes on an expression of pure agony that lasts several seconds.

You let out a long, frustrated grunt and semen spills onto your belly.

For a while you both lie there and pant. Michelle seems disturbed by the amount of cum on your stomach, but also turned on.

You feel good. Sometimes it's nice not to have to worry about hiding.

[ DAY ONE ]