IR Day 11 - Saturday Morning

You wake up in your narrow, squeaky bunk in the cabin, shared by the rest of the team.

Alone.

Thankfully, you slept on your side. So your stupidly angry morning wood isn’t obvious to everyone else. Elena is just waking up too, and you get to watch her get out of bed. She sleeps nude, and her perfect, brown, goddess body just… walks past you with no self-consciousness at all.

But you and Ingrid are a thing. You can’t be lusting after your teammates, no matter how perfect they are.

And Elena is the most perfect… her muscles and smooth skin and…

You shake your head and wake yourself up. Honor! You take deep breaths and sit up, keeping your situation covered and thinking about math and soccer until the erection goes down.

It doesn’t go easily. You remember last night.

You love Ingrid so much, but she doesn’t realize how sexy she is. She has no idea of the effect that she has on other girls, or at least other girls that like girls. She just doesn’t get it. So that just makes everything harder.

Ingrid is the best thing in your life, but she’s not the only thing. You lost the game. You and your team have to do better. You start waking them up, and only Lili is seriously grumpy about it. They all expected this.

Unfortunately, your plans for a full day of practicing and team-building are ruined when your team isn’t even half-dressed, and you already hear the rain on the roof of the cabin.

Everyone looks up as it begins, then out the windows as it pours. Fuck! This is serious rain, so even if it stops, the ground will be soggy and muddy. It will be too dangerous to practice down here in those conditions.

“OK, new plan,” you announce with a sigh. “Lara, go steal a phone from one of the counselors.”

“Why me?”

“Because I heard you’re good at that,” you say.

Lara looks indignant as she puts on her bra, then a t-shirt. “Rumors,” she says.

“Just do it.”

“What do I get in return?”

“You get the gratitude of the team. Don’t screw around. I’m in a committed relationship,” you tell her.

“Ooooh, captain’s acting like a captain,” Sam says, biting her thumb and giving you a look. "That's attractive."

“Don’t,” you say, pointing at her. “We’re going to borrow a device from a counselor so we can go over the game yesterday. We’re going to figure out where we went wrong and how we’re going to do better next week. Then you can fuck around all day after that.”

“How about we take it easy now, then do this after lunch,” Elena suggests.

“Because then you’ll all be napping," you shout, annoyed.

They look pissed, but that’s because they know you’re right.

“Lara, phone,” you order.

“All right,” she says, rolling her eyes and heading for the door. “Guess I’ll go suck off the cute one with the glasses.”

“I’ll help,” Sam volunteers.

You grab her by the arm and point a warning finger at the others. “Don’t even think about it. Horny later. Soccer now.”

“It’s called football,” Lara says on her way out. “Cunt,” she calls back.

You open your mouth to retort, but she’s already gone. “OK, people. Go eat.”

“What is this, the military?” Max says, yawning.

“In the military, we’d have butch haircuts and sexy tattoos and we’d have to fool around in secret,” Rebecca says.

“I don’t think that’s what the military is really like,” Sun says.

“They make you wear underwear in the military,” Sheva notes, watching Sun pulling on shorts with nothing else.

“War. What's it good for?” Sun replies. “Are you all sure you want to wear all those clothes? It’s so nice out.”

You put your face in your hands. This is what you have to work with.