AR Day 6 - Stuck in the infirmary

Actually... spending the night here is not all bad. You get some privacy at least. It's fun to be with the others... but it is also fun to have a break.

You take a shower and get into bed naked. The infirmary bed is not the most comfortable, but the clean sheets feel good. There's a TV you can watch, or you could stream something on your phone... but you text Adella instead to tell her you miss her.

To your surprise, she calls you back right away. It's a video call.

You cover yourself up with your towel, wishing you weren't all damp and not ready for a video call, but you accept it and smile at your phone.

You see Adella's face, and she doesn't look happy.

You bust out laughing. "What's wrong?" you ask her.

She rolls her eyes and turns the camera to let you see something... it's... Ingrid. The Swedish girl is sitting on her bed in her underwear and, wow. Wow. Her boobs look even bigger in a white bra.

You see Adella's face again.

"Mine are cuter," you tell her. "My team is cuter. My girls. Yours are lame."

"This is exhausting," she says. Yeah, she looks so... done. It's so funny to see her not acting cool.

"Mine are better at soccer too," you say.

"No."

"What?"

"No." She just says it like she's not even interested. "I have the girl from England. And the Black girl from England."

"She's not from England," you point out. "She's from Kenya."

"They are too good. You're dead, America. Dead. Dead."

God... Adella is so tired out.

"Are you OK, baby?" you ask her, trying not to laugh again.

You hear girls laughing, and Adella just groans. Then she looks like she's paying attention.

"Where are you?" she asks.

"The infirmary."

"Are you OK?" She looks alarmed.

"I hurt my foot. But they gave me a shot," you say.

"A shot?" Yes... a shot for a sprain is pretty weird.

"Yeah. A big one. My butt still hurts, actually," you say, trying to get comfortable. Well, it's more of a tingle now. "But they aren't sending me home, so it's OK."

"Don't leave me here," Adella warns.

"I wouldn't!"

"I'm going to come see you," she says.

"No! I almost just got sent home. We are not getting in trouble," you hiss.

Adella drags hand over her face and groans. The picture suddenly gets dark. The lights are off in her cabin... it's bedtime.

You keep your eyes on her.

"I know what will cheer you up," you tell her.

"What?" she asks quietly.

You keep the phone where it is so all she can see is your face, but you move the sheets to expose your lower half, running your fintertips over your soft penis. You picture Adella in the showers with her team, trying to keep her cool with Ingrid there... it's funny, but it's also hot. Your penis starts to grow.

It takes Adella a minute to realize what you are doing, but when you bite your lip, she knows. You are stroking for real now, thinking about her arms around you, and the hungry way she kisses you. You can imagine what she would do if she was here with you know, and you think about yesterday... and you remember that drunken night at the hotel. That night, Adella couldn't stop... you hazily remember her groaning as she came inside you, then just moments later starting to move her hips again until she bit your neck and hugged you tight as she pumped another load inside.

You want to do that again. You are so wet that you rub the juices on your shaft as lube, and you hope Adella has turned her volume down so the other girls in her cabin can't hear how fast you are breathing.

It's really intense. Unusually intense, but you can't think about it or stop... your fist goes fast and your thighs squeeze together. Your toes curl and you push your hips into the air and grunt.

Hot cum splashes your knuckles and hand that is holding the phone, your breasts and belly, and even your face... and it doesn't stop.

"Ah!"

For moments you are lost in the orgasm, your lower half shuddering as your cock sprays uncontrollably.

You fall back on the bed, feeling dizzy.

"Oooh..." you groan, and wipe your face... but your hand is dripping with cum. It's everywhere. There is so much of it. You see your reflection in the phone... even if Adella gave you a facial there would not be this much.

"America?" Adella is saying.

"Love you baby, goodnight!" you say, and end the call, sitting up in a panic. It's dripping down your body, and still leaking out of your cock. What the fuck? Why is there so much?

...but you have to rest. You have to. You lie back down, suddenly feeling thirsty. And sleepy.