Not great

Why lie?

"It hurts," you say.

So you're stuck. You have to rest all night in the infirmary. The nurse gives you aspirin and makes you drink water. The French girl is sympathetic, but useless. She says a few things in French. You don't know what any of it means.

"Let's see if anything is broken."

She starts to feel you up, and you know what's going to happen. You can't have a woman's hands on you without getting turned on.

"I'm sweaty," you complain. "Can I clean up?"

"In a minute." The nurse keeps feeling.

"Be good," Michelle tells you, and leaves. The French girl stays.

For once in your life, you don't pop a boner at a bad time. The nurse decides that nothing's broken.

"You can clean up." She tells you that if you feel dizzy you have to sit down, and that you shouldn't leave the building. You agree to everything, and she goes. You get up and go to the bathroom door. You point at it.

"I'm taking a shower," you tell her.

She says something in French.

"A shower," you repeat.

She says something.

"You don't have to stick around."

You shower off and put on the robe that the nurse left for you. The French girl is gone, so you sit on your bed and wonder what to do. It is going to be a very boring night.

You watch TV until you get hungry. Before you can go find the nurse to ask for food, the French girl brings it to you. She brought food for herself too. You are too hungry to waste your time asking questions, so you just thank her and start to eat. She sits in the chair by your bed and eats too. When you're done, she gets out her phone and pulls up a video of your famous goal. She shows it to you.

"That's me," you say.

She speaks in French.

"It would be faster if you google translated what you're saying."

She says something.

"Or not."

She points at the video. Then at herself.

"I didn't score on you," you tell her. "You weren't there. That was Texas A&M we were playing. You're from France."

She says something. You groan.

"If you want me to teach you, I can't." You point at the video. "Luck. Luck."

"Luck," she repeats.

"Yeah, luck." You snatch her phone, go to google translate, and put that in. "La chance." You point to the video. "La chance."

The French girl looks disappointed. She says something.

It's getting dark. She's still here, and doing something else with her phone. It's another video. At first it looks like your video, but it's not. The girl scoring the amazing goal is smaller and wearing a different uniform.

You realize it's Julieta. She scored a goal just like yours.

"Shit," you say. It's a misunderstanding. You said it was luck or chance. She must have thought you were saying her goal was luck or chance. "I didn't know about this." You tap the screen of her phone. "I didn't know."

She seems to understand.

"That's cool that we both did that," you tell her. It is an amazing coincidence.

That seems to make her happy. She leaves, and you are even more bored than you were before.

It's dark outside. You wish you had just said that you were fine. That way you would be back in the cabin with the others. You think about what you're missing out on. Not just the chance to make friends, but the view. The girls change in front of each other without thinking about it. You want to see them getting ready for bed and in their underwear. Wearing towels.

You picture Ingrid, the beautiful girl from Sweden in a towel. In your imagination her blonde hair is wet, and she's damp all over. She leans over, and the towel lets you see the smooth curve of her ass.

You're getting hard just thinking about it. It's a good thing you aren't in the cabin, because trying to deal with a boner there would be hard. The infirmary is boring, but you have privacy. It's also kind of sexy to be naked in this robe. You have to get off.

You turn off the lights and lie back on the bed, rubbing your erection through the robe.

In your head you picture Ingrid. She is the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. Her full curves and smiling face make your heart melt and your cock hard every time you see her.

You open your robe and let your cock out, stroking it fast. You picture Ingrid on top of you, her big breasts exposed and bouncing. You picture her face read and sweaty and you can imagine her moans as she rides you.

This won't take long. You lift your hips off the mattress, but you hear something in the hallway.

You stop jerking and cover up, terrified.

It's quiet. You get up and creep to the door. After a second you open it and listen.

There's someone here. At first it sounded like they were to the left, down the hall.

Now you think you hear something to the right, at the front of the infirmary.