Adella

You are ADELLA, a tall, strong offensive footballer from Spain. You've just finished a photo shoot, and are now at a holiday party, looking for your girlfriend. You have talked on the phone constantly, but have not seen her in almost two months. You did get a glimpse of her during the photo shoot, and she looked unbelievably cute in that outfit... she has not changed at all.

The holiday party is already going, and you walk around, looking for her. It's interesting to see everyone wearing normal clothes. At camp it was always sports clothes...

You turn around to see Riley there, smiling at you. She's not as tall as you, and not as strong. She has beautiful red hair that she wears in a simple ponytail, and a big smile. She wears jeans and a green sweater with reindeer on it.

You want to kiss her, but you don't move. The party is full of producers and people who work on the show... and on the show, you and Riley are rivals. Not everyone knows you are a couple, and you have to stay in character.

Bee comes past with a tray of drinks. You and Riley each take one, still facing each other.

"Costuming problems, America?" you ask, sipping.

"I bet it was tight on you too," she says, returning your gaze. She's blushing a bit. It's hard for you to keep your hands off her. You just want to kiss her and feel her in your arms, but enemies can't even hug... It's a shame you can't get out of here, but you have to be on a plane in only a couple hours.

Still... you are glad to see her up close again. It's been kind of hard being in a long-distance relationship. You are used to tomcatting around like crazy, but now that you and Riley are together, you don't do that anymore. You dream about her every night, and every morning you wake up to a mess... She didn't even dress up for this party like the other girls did, but just her normal look is super cute.

She walks up a bit closer to you, and you smell her perfume. It's something cheap and sporty. She doesn't come from a rich family like you do.

"Did someone die?" she asks, looking at your all-black outfit.

"The hopes and dreams of Pink Team," you reply, staying in character.

She laughs. "It looks good on you."

Riley isn't staying in character... she's looking up at you with an expression of pure adoration. How are you supposed to resist that? She's so positive and full of energy.

"You remember our first practice game?" she asks, nudging you with her elbow.

"When I knocked your ass down?" you reply.

"That's the one."

"You want an apology?"

"No. What time's your flight?"

"Midnight," you say.

"Then I have to give you your Christmas present before then," she says.

"Not here," you tell her, lowering your voice.

"Upstairs. Annette said it was OK," she assures you, giving you a look like you're silly for not trusting her.

Well... Annette is in charge. If she says it's OK, then it is. You uncertainly agree to meet her, and the two of you separate. You find your teammates, and Riley finds hers.

Everyone is excited for Season 2, but you are just frustrated. You want to be able to just be with your girlfriend without worrying about this stupid TV show.

As agreed, at ten you go upstairs, worried because you did not bring Riley anything. You already picked out some nice jewelry for her, but you were going to send it to her home.

You go down the hall to what must be Annette's bedroom. It's huge. You go in to find Riley waiting on the bed. Her clothes are gone, and in their place is a wide, red ribbon, tied around her body strategically, ending in a bow on her chest.

You quickly shut the door.

"You do celebrate Christmas, right?" she asks, blushing.

"I do now," you say, approaching the bed. She prepared all this for you? It must have been hard to tie herself up with a bow...

She watches you take off your clothes, and you see her penis swell as your underwear comes off. You are not self-conscious at all about being totally hard as you crawl onto the bed and over her. She lies down, blushing as you lean down to kiss her. You don't want to stop, but you do, staring down at her as you take the end of the ribbon and pull. The bow comes apart, and the ribbons slide off her smooth, perky body.