IR Day 8 - Tell her no

"No, I'm good," you say, shielding your erection with your hands. "Thanks." You blush hard.

"OK, captain. We're all done here." Tiff takes your hand and slaps a bottle of lube into it. "You are gonna rest and not do anything stupid, eat some lunch, come find me and we'll talk strategy, then you rest some more. Use the time. Take a walk. Check some of these teams out. We need every advantage we can get."

"OK," you say, embarrassed.

She leaves, and you are alone in the room. Well... it's embarrassing, but you can't leave like this. Might as well enjoy it. You take off your underwear to lie on the table, totally naked. You squeeze a generous amount of the cold lube into your hand and rub it around down there, getting everything very slippery. It's a bit weird to do it with your off hand, but you stroke your lips and tease your clit for a minute, moaning softly before you start to stroke your lubed up shaft.

It's good... you've been frustrated since last night. You feel your buttocks rubbing over the massage table as your hips start moving on their own, then they rise up. You squeeze harder and stroke faster. Your erection gives a hot, hard throb in your hand and your white cum shoots into the air, almost straight up, going pretty high!

It falls on your belly, then more and more before the rest just oozes out over your hand. You go limp on the table, breathing hard. Yeah... that's better.

But now you are a mess. You use a towel to wipe up, but you still need a shower because you smell like the lube and oil. The spa has a shower attached the locker room, but as you leave the massage room, you find that the waiting room is full of players from... Blue Team. So your team got hot yoga this morning and these players got massages? How is that fair?

You go into the shower, where you find... Adella and Ingrid, already cleaning up.

They look surprised to see you, but the shower has three nozzles. Ingrid is under the one on the left, soaping up her perfect body, and Adella is under the one on the right, keeping her back to Ingrid so Ingrid doesn't see her huge boner.

And it is huge... way bigger than yours. Adella has an incredible, strong body as well. She is a goddess.

You are startled, but you act cool and turn on the third shower.

"Hi guys," you say, dropping your towel and getting under the water.

You want to look so bad. But between looking Adella's amazing physique and your girlfriend, you choose your girlfriend, and notice a little red spot on her cute, round bottom.

"What happened?" you ask her, touching it.

She blushes.

"Nothing," she says.

"Is that a hicky? Did someone pinch your butt?"

You can tell from her reaction that it's the second one.

"Who did that? I'll beat them up," you say.

"It is fine," she laughs.

You reach out and pinch her other cheek. She jumps and glares at you, blushing harder.

"You said it was fine," you say, going back to your shower.

She boldly pinches you back. You pretend to look indignant, and she gives you a look like it serves you right, but she's trying not to laugh.

"America, stop flirting with my player," Adella says.

"It's not my fault you have the most beautiful player," you say back, watching Ingrid turn redder. "In the whole league." She covers her face in embarrassment.

But as much as you want to, you can't stay in the shower with Ingrid forever. She has to get back to her team, and you have to do what Tiff said.