CD Day 7 - Check on her

The team rushes to Lili to make sure she's OK. Tiff comes off the sidelines with Angela and Ana. Lili is saying she's fine, but they put her on a stretcher and take her away anyway.

Then they make you sit down and do an interview with Moxxi and Lulu, but you are so worried about Lili that you don't have much to say. Luckily Lara comes in and saves you. She's good at everything.

You finish that and jog to the infirmary, where Ana stops you in the lobby. You can hear Lili shouting at someone.

"Not a good time," she says.

You dejectedly go join the team to eat dinner. Oh man... Adella looks pissed.

"Lili's fine. She's going to be fine," Tiff tells everyone. Then she slams one fist into her other palm. "But Adella better cut that out or she won't be fine," Tiff says ominously. You shudder.

You eat, and then go to check on Lili. She's angrily sitting in bed in the infirmary. It's very late and quiet. The TV is on, but with no sound. Right... English is not Lili's first language. Her hair is down and she even looks pretty in a hospital gown.

She does not look upset to see you... but she does look grumpy.

You see the braces on her wrists and understand what happened. She fell when Adella knocked her down, and her hands hit the ground first... she sprained both wrists. That's not bad! It's painful and annoying, but she will be able to practice soccer, and probably play on Friday.

"Does it hurt?" you ask, sitting down beside her bed.

"Yes," she says irritably.

"You played great. And we won! You were super brave at the end," you say.

She gives you a look. She's still mad. It's not your fault she's stuck in here tonight.

"You want me to leave?" you ask.

"No," she says.

OK... you can just stay and watch TV with her. Lili saved the game, so you owe her one, even if she is not very fun to be with. After a while, you can tell she is just getting madder and madder. Finally you have to ask her what is wrong.

"Why are you so mad?" you ask.

She scowls at you. After a long time, she holds up her hands.

"I cannot relax," she says, giving you a look like she is daring you to laugh.

Why is it funny? Why would you laugh? Then you understand... and you laugh. It's funny! She wants to be this elegant diva and now she's pissed off because she can't get herself off? Maybe it's like a post-game thing for her... but now she can't because her hands are in those clunky braces, and her wrists hurt, so she won't take them off.

"It is not funny," she says, now even more upset.

"It's really funny," you tell her.

"You do it then."

"Do what?" you ask, coming to your senses.

"You said you would do anything if we won. So you do it." Now she looks smug, not mad, like she has just gotten you in checkmate or something.

"You're joking," you say.

"Do your job, captain."

This girl... fine. FINE. Fuck it... she doesn't have to convince you to do something lewd, even if it's crazy...

You move your chair closer to the bed and put your hand under the sheet. As soon as you touch her leg, she stops looking smug and starts looking nervous... but she's too proud to ask you to stop.

You slide your hand up and into her gown, under the covers. She has nothing on under the gown, and she's already hot, and starting to get damp down there. She's perfectly smooth, and feels incredible... you are getting pretty nervous, and your mouth is dry. She is so pretty...

She lies back and closes her eyes, sighing quietly as you find her clit and gently rub a fingertip around it. It's nice... the way she makes such quiet noises and gently shifts her body. It's quiet, but sexy. She really is very elegant.

Suddenly you feel her hand on yours. She's pushing your hand deeper and harder between her legs... surprised, you go with it, sliding two fingers into her now dripping folds.

Her other hand grabs your arm, almost pulling you out of your chair. You get up and lean over her, continuing to fuck her with your fingers. Her face is so red, and her back is arching. She still isn't making much noise, but the bed is squeaking...

Her fingers dig into your arm, and her pussy grips your fingers and doesn't let go for the full twenty seconds that it takes her to shake through her orgasm. She falls limply back on the bed with her mouth open, groaning. You take your hand out from under the covers, staring at the long strings of sticky juice hanging from it.

You hear something and turn, your hand still up in the air. The door to the room is open, and Lara... Rebecca... Elena... is that the whole team? They were all watching?

They all run for it. Oh no... you have to get back to the cabin. You look at Lili, who finally looks happy. You quickly wash your hands, then hurry back.