With Blue Team

You might be playing against these girls next week, but it’s fun to get to know them now. They let you borrow a shirt from Ingrid, the only other girl whose bust comes anywhere near yours. The fact that they just watched their shyest player devour your boobs and then give you a handjob has pretty much broken the ice. You find yourself lounging around with them.

Some of them are teasing Julieta about what happened. Adella is trying to act like she’s not just going to spend all day staring at your boobs, but she’s such an alpha. She won’t make a move. She has to play it cool, like it’s no big deal. You probably won’t be able to resist teasing her a bit for long, but you’re pretty worn out. It’s only mid-afternoon, and you’ve already had a very sticky day.

“I like your shampoo,” you say to Beth, who blushes.

Riona is walking past, wearing nothing but white, lacy panties. Her boobs aren’t as big as yours, but they’re still huge and swinging. She stops, one hand on her hip, looking down at you.

“Are you staying, then?” she asks in her sexy Irish outfit.

“If nobody minds,” you say.

“Julieta doesn’t,” Beth says.

“Put clothes on,” Adella says to Riona. She’s now on Ingrid’s bed, looking pretty cozy with the Swedish girl.

“Ingrid,” Riona says.

Looking nervous, but determined, Ingrid nods her head. She grabs Adella’s arms and holds them behind her back.

“Hey,” Adella says.

You sit up, suddenly interested. Something’s going on. The other girls are getting up too, surrounding Adella, who appears almost overwhelmed by the feel of Ingrid’s chest against her back.

Duni gestures grandly. “Even though we lost, even though you let us down, Adella,” she says in the voice of someone performing Shakespeare.

Adella scowls.

“Even so, we love you. A gift, for our captain.”

Beth produces a box and opens it.

“Presents? It isn’t Christmas,” Adella says.

“It is for you. Shut up and take it,” Duni says.

Adella looks shocked. You are having a great time. You wish you had popcorn. Blue Team seems fun.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Hana asks, looking around nervously and covering her groin with her hands. Did the rest of the team not tell her about this? You don’t blame them. You don’t know Hana, but she doesn’t seem very mature.

“What is that?” Adella asks nervously, her eyes darting around.

“Don’t you know?” Beth asks coyly, taking the object out the box.

Adella definitely knows what it is. You do too. It’s a pocket pussy, like a fleshlight, but this one is transparent and bumpy.

“Cool,” she says, looking worried. “Cool present. Thank you, everyone.”

“Oh, no. The present isn’t the thing,” Beth says, running her fingers over it. “We’ll help you use it. You seem tense.”

“I’m not tense,” Adella replies, her body rigid, and sweat shining on her forehead. She’s just wearing a tight undershirt and boyshorts, which cannot hide the imprint of her big, hard cock.

“So that is what is called a lie,” Duni says with a smile. “Riley.”

“Yes?” you say, jumping up.

“You want to help?”