AR Day 10 - Date night

Adella confesses that she had a tough game. She says that she needs to listen to her team and to her coach more. She's probably right. But she won, so no harm done. You wish you could stay like this, gazing across the table in the dim, fancy restaurant at her forever.

"I missed you," you say. It looks like she likes that. "Have you talked to your family?"

"About today? No." She smiles. "Have you?"

"I'll call tomorrow. We should go out dancing again," you say. You want a chance to shop for a new dress, and maybe some fancy underwear for her. You know she'll like that.

"I'm tired," she says. You are too.

"I meant tomorrow."

"It's a date."

It's a perfect dinner, and Adella must not be too tired because she obviously had no plans to go back to camp. It's a nice hotel downtown, and in the elevator you stand beside Adella, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your face is red. She's tall in her silvery dress, and you're a bit shorter in your black one.

You think that you make a nice couple. She's spent all night telling you how beautiful you look.

"I'm sorry," you whisper to her as the elevator goes up.

"For what?" she asks.

"For the thing. You know. I got some toys to try to get ready, but..." you trail off. You aren't ready.

She looks confused, then she figures out what you're talking about. You got pretty comfortable with that smallest plug, but... Adella is a lot bigger than that. You wanted to be ready, but your booty is not ready.

Even though you are alone in the elevator, you whisper that in her ear.

She laughs.

"What's so funny?" you ask, blushing.

"I can't believe you would do all that," she says, stroking your hair and touching your cheek. "Thank you."

"I'll keep trying," you promise. It's just hard to be the captain of a team, and to... you know. Train your body to do something that it is so not used to.

"Oh, baby," she says fondly, kissing your lips.

In the privacy of the room, she startles you by dropping her purse and wrapping her arms around you. You sink into the embrace. She smells so good.

"How was your week?" she asks.

"Good," you murmur into her chest. "Better now."

You pull away and turn around, looking at her over your shoulder. She understands the request and unzips your dress for you. You kick off your shoes and step back, shrugging to let it fall. It's not exactly sexy lingerie, but it's the cutest underwear you have. You stand in front of her, enjoying the look on her face and the bulge in her dress. The sight of you like this easily makes her hard.

She turns around, and you do the same for her. She wears black lingerie that suits her. Her erection is poking out of the lacy panties, which have a pattern of suns and moons on them. Her body is so perfect. Like you, she has a few bruises, but... it's perfect.

"Mmm," you say into her mouth as she takes you into her arms and kisses you.

"I'm not tired anymore," she whispers to you.