IR Day 10 - Time with Ingrid

You don't want to party, and you don't want to get in the lake. You just want to exist quietly with Ingrid. You lay out a towel a short distance away from everyone else as the sun starts to set, and she joins you. You lie on your side, facing her, and she does the same.

You were worried that she would be too broken up about the game, but that's not the case. She's smiling at you.

"I wish I could call my family," she says, just a little ruefully.

You feel the same way. They'll see clips online from today's game and know that you lost. It won't be an embarrassment because it was a good game, but it's still not good news. Your mom will worry about you. Your sister probably doesn't care.

You ask Ingrid to tell you about her parents, and she does. Her family sounds really nice. They seem to be less of a mess than yours. She tells you about Sweden, and Sweden sounds pretty good.

"I'd like to visit," you tell her, and she blushes. You keep your eyes on her face. She's not trying to be sexy, but lying on her side shows off her curves, and she's extra pretty in the dusky twilight. You smell lake water and sunscreen.

Things are settling down by the water as it gets darker. You apologize for not being able to take her on a date tonight, and she seems embarrassed by that.

"Adella," she says, then glances nervously over her shoulder. "Should be more mindful of the team."

That's a polite way to put it. Adella's extremely good, and she's overconfident. She's not a big picture girl. Not that you are... you lost too.

"I don't think it's your fault," you tell Ingrid, shifting closer to her. She notices and does the same until your bodies are touching. It's getting pretty dark, right? It's OK to kiss her just a little. You do that, holding her chin in your hand, then stroking her hair. She pushes her body up against yours a little more warmly as she kisses you back.

You feel her hand on your waist. You want to just roll on top of her to make out like this is a steamy TV show, but there are still some girls over there, just twenty feet away. You settle for making out, hoping she doesn't notice your erection. It's funny... your kissing is mismatched. Maybe it's cultural. You want to get in there deeply, kissing her hard, but she likes to give you these little ones all over your mouth.

Maybe there's somewhere you can go. Not the cabin, but... somewhere. Somewhere that's not gross? Maybe it doesn't matter. Her body language is pretty honest. She probably wouldn't care. You pull back, stroking her face and thinking. You have to suggest something. She's breathing hard, her **** face right in front of yours.

You open your mouth, but she does exactly what you were going to do, giving you a light push onto your back, then clambering on. Her hair tickles your cheek, and you see her in the moonlight, looking toward the water to see if anyone's watching. Could they even see you in the dark, way over here away from those camp lanterns on the pier? No... you're invisible? Right?

Ingrid's soft chest squishes against yours as she comes down to kiss you. There's no way she doesn't feel that erection now as she straddles you, all her weight on you. Your bulge is caught between her legs, and she's hot through her bikini bottoms. Her thighs are damp.

She stops kissing you long enough to ask the question with her eyes. You don't have enough self-control to do anything but nod, heart racing.

You both move slowly and quietly, trying not to draw attention. You help her untie your wrap and get it out of the way. You free your hard-on from your swimsuit as she pulls hers to the side. She lays flat on top of you as you both move to guide you to her soft, soaking lips. Once she feels your swollen head down there, she takes over. You keep your mouth shut and breathe through your nose as she slides onto you.

You lift your head to kiss her hard, and she whimpers into your mouth. She's sensitive, even moving so slowly. You slide your hands up and down her bare back, plucking at the back of her bikini top before taking them down to her rear end. It's big and soft enough that your fingers can sink into it, and you love how her body shivers when you slide your hands into her bikini bottoms to rub the skin of her buttocks directly. You squeeze with your hands, and her inner walls squeeze you as she gasps in response.

Neither of you is tough enough to make it last. Slow movements and kissing turns to her face pressed to your neck as she rocks feverishly, then uses the sweaty skin of your neck to muffle her grunt as she finishes.

You stay still like that with her for a while, breathing hard before rolling back onto your sides with your arms around each other. You should get back to your cabins, but not yet. You want to stay like this for a while.