IR Day 15 - Changes

So much has changed in your life. You stand there on the field, dripping with sweat. Cheryl’s on her knees, and Zofia is looking on approvingly. You’ve shown off before, but you’ve never shown off angrily before.

“Good,” Zofia says.

It’s not normal for you to cut loose on your own teammate like that, but… playing nice won’t get you anywhere. You go to Cheryl and offer your hand. She takes it, and you pull her to her feet.

“Sorry,” you say.

“For what?” she replies, brushing herself off. She is tough.

During practice, Karin is oddly subdued. She isn’t stupid. She’s starting to realize what’s going on. She knows that you aren’t happy about this trade, and after what you just did in front of the team, she’d have to be a complete idiot not to know that you’re coming after her. It wasn’t a secret that you’re a good player; that’s why she chose you. But maybe she didn’t realize how good. You will become captain of Yellow Team, win an event, and trade yourself back to Pink Team. Then you’ll win a match and have a romantic weekend with Ingrid. Anything less is unacceptable.

But it’s Wednesday. The weekend is a long way away.

Ingrid meets you in the forest near the lake. You’re both sweaty from practice and it’s too hot for physical contact, but you need a hug this badly. With her soft body in your arms, you feel better. Even if FUTA does crazy stuff and your situation can be upended by idiots like Karin, at least Ingrid is here for you.

She rubs your back reassuringly, but you don’t want her to feel like she has to be your mom. She’s your girlfriend, damn it. You kiss her despite the heat, but she welcomes it. You never were good at having self-control with her. A little kissing becomes making out, and then making out becomes your leg between hers and your hand in her shirt, in her bra, pinching a fat, swollen nipple as you kiss her ferociously.

When she comes up for air she’s blushing and looking annoyed. For a moment there’s a little staring contest, as though she wants you to apologize for making her body react this way. For someone who presents with so much propriety, it’s very easy to get Ingrid worked up.

With a reproving little scowl, she looks worriedly toward camp, but there’s no one around. Breathing hard, Ingrid turns her back on you and pushes her shorts and underwear down a little, putting her hands on the bark. In the shadow of the tree, you get behind her and check between her legs, finding her thick, curly blonde bush soaked with her juices.

You have just enough control not to let your frustration out. You enter her, then lean forward and tilt her head to seal her lips with yours as you give it to her slowly and easily. No smacking noises, no cries of pleasure.

“Mmm…” she moans into your mouth as you push in deep, moving your hips from side to side and savoring her soft flesh. When you get close, you don’t speed up. You wrap your arms around her body and press your face into her hair. She gasps and stiffens as she feels your load flooding into her.

After a minute of overheated panting, you separate and she pulls up her shorts, not meeting your gaze. She’s not shy about sex, but this is… a forest, not a bedroom. Still, that was how turned on she was. You are both a mess, but you hug again anyway.