MR Day 11 - Wake up

You wake up in the lifeguard shack with Nea in your arms. Your back hurts, but you have a rock hard morning wood pushed up against her bare ass.

Unfortunately, you also have a hangover so… it’s not as sexy as it could be otherwise. You both get up and figure out how to go about your walk of shame. You have get back to your cabin, and she has to get to hers.

Her memory of last night can’t be any clearer than yours. You remember the squeaking cot and her hot pussy around you, blowing your load inside her more than once and her fingernails on your back. She must remember a bit of it too… she doesn’t look you in the eye as she escapes the shack.

You make it back, but you can’t escape some judgement. You smell like sex and look like a mess. Some of your teammates are already awake, so they have a pretty good idea what you were up to last night.

Sam makes this face as you walk by, and Lara starts to whistle, but you throw a towel at her. You take a shower and get your life together. Drinking a glass of water and eating breakfast helps a lot. You feel better, and much more clearheaded.

Time to figure out what to do about your life. You lost the game, but you need to win the next one. You need to get control of your team, refocus on soccer, and pull all this back together. You lost yesterday, but FUTA is just beginning. You need to kick some ass. After breakfast, you get a lucky break: it starts to rain. That pretty much forces the team into the cabin, so it’s easy for you to talk to them.

“Hey!” you say. “People! Listen up!”

That gets their attention. It’s about time that you started acting like a captain.

“We need to talk. We need a plan. We need to figure out where we went wrong and how we can do better. I know I’m the problem, or at least part of it,” you say. “This isn’t about blame, but we can be better than we are, and that means we have to make some changes. Does anyone have a problem with that?”

“Not really,” Elena replies before anyone else can.

“Good,” you say. Lara raises her hand. “Lara,” you say.

“Yeah, just a thought, Cap. How about we relax today and work tomorrow?”

“I’m not asking you to work,” you say. “I’m asking you to talk. We make a plan today and work tomorrow.”

“I think you need to relax,” Sam says to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You do seem wound kind of tight,” Max agrees.

“Hey, wait,” you say as they gather around you. Suddenly you’re totally surrounded, and hands are on your body, pulling at your clothes.