Yoga with Ingrid

After the run is yoga. Ingrid is doing much better after getting off, and yoga is easier for her than running. She flexible and comfortable.

You are not as flexible and not as comfortable.

The one leading the yoga class is Amelie, the French coach. She isn't just gorgeous in a rich, classy way, she also has the biggest and most beautiful rear of any woman you have ever seen, and she is wearing yoga pants with her ass in the air in front of the class.

You are rock hard and trying to let anyone see. You are so aroused that you cannot even make words, but you give Ingrid the look, and she understands.

She comes over to you and helps you up as though you aren't feeling well. She walks you out to the bathroom and stands watch while you furiously empty your seed into a toilet bowl.

You wash your hands and go out to her.

"I can't go back in there."

She nods and goes back by herself. You wait it out and go to breakfast.

Ingrid sits next to you.

"Does your coach know?" you ask her.

"No. Does your coach know?"

"No," you say. If Michelle ever found out you have a cock and how much time you spend jerking it to keep it calm, she would flip out.

It's weird, but also nice to sit with someone. You have made a friend! Even if it is weird. You wish Ingrid wasn't so uncomfortable all the time, but she must be scared all the time. You can control your horniness and secrets, at least a little bit. She might do something embarrassing without realizing it. That is so scary.

"You'll be OK," you tell her reassuringly.

After breakfast is a lecture, then drills. After that is lunch, and then practice matches.

Ingrid is a defender and you are an attacker, but you are on the same team so at least you don't have to face her. Her running needs work, but she is a good player.

The best player on the other team is Adella, but your main opponent is the dark-skinned girl from Egypt. Her name is Fareeha. She is fast and aggressive, and just as good as you.

It's a good game that ends in a tie.

Now it's almost time for dinner. You and the other girls go to the locker room, and you hide in a bathroom stall while the others shower. At least Ingrid is safe to shower with other people.

You sit there and think about last night. Watching Ingrid masturbate even with clothes on is better than any porn. And the way she seems so embarrassed just makes her sexier.

You sit together again at dinner and try not to be distracted by her. Getting closer to Ingrid hasn't changed the way you look at her. She's even more arresting now that you know what she's going through. It has to be really hard for her.

You watch some of the other girls eating. Beth, the girl from England is laughing. So is Olivia. They aren't worried about anything.

Some of them are going to sneak out and go dancing. It must be nice to be able to do that.

You and Ingrid go back to the cabin and find that nearly all the girls are getting ready to sneak out. Are the two of you the only ones left behind? This is crazy.

Before long they're leaving, but it's not just you. There's one other girl staying behind: Viti, the girl from India. You are not surprised that she is not going to sneak out. Viti is always serious.

She lies on her bed with her phone. The cabin is quiet with nobody there. Viti will hear anything you say.

You take Ingrid outside in the dark to talk.

"Tying you up is not a good idea," you tell her.

"What?"

"Viti will notice. She will notice anything. She's smart." She is. You heard she has amazing grades.

She will also probably notice if Ingrid is jilling in her sleep. Ingrid knows this and looks worried.

"Let's see if your coach will let you sleep in her cabin," you suggest. It is the only thing you can think of.

Ingrid doesn't like that idea.

"If she finds out it doesn't hurt anything," you tell her.

She knows you're right, but she's embarrassed. After a minute she nods. You offer to walk her over, and she nods again. Together, you go to the footpath and go toward the coach cabins.

"Thank you," she says as you walk.

"It's fine." You are glad to help. She is so sad that you want to help.

As you walk, you see someone up ahead. It's dark so it's hard to tell, but as you get closer it's Fareeha. You thought she went dancing with the other girls. She didn't?

She's going to the same cabin you are. That's very weird.

Someone opens the door for her, and she goes inside.

Ingrid looks confused. The two of you go off the footpath and sneak to the window to peek.

Angela is in there with Fareeha. Angela has obviously just gotten out of the shower and is still wearing a towel.

Fareeha is taller than Angela and they are standing very close together. Fareeha leans down and kisses the blonde tenderly.

You are shocked! This is scandalous! A coach and a player from another country?