BCS Day 12 - It's Sunday Now

You wake up in Blue Team’s cabin. It’s early and dark out. You feel several bodies around you, and hear plenty of snoring. You don’t remember everything from last night, but you do remember that when you went to sleep, Adella was not behind you like this with a huge erection smooshed against your panty-clad rear end. You can’t even tell whose boobs are in your face; it’s too dark.

Maybe giving into full sluttiness in the enemy team’s cabin yesterday wasn’t the best idea. Your head is pretty clear now. Maybe you just needed to give in a bit for a while to get some of the tension out of you.

You need to get your act together and look out for your own team.

Without waking anyone, you wiggle out of the bunk and escape Blue Team’s cabin. You return to yours, where Lara wakes up the instant you creep in. Instead of saying anything and waking everyone else, she just follows you into the shower, where she leans against the wall and watches you peel off your underwear and shirt, which need a laundry. Badly.

“I know,” you tell her as you turn on the water. “I need to get back to soccer.”

“We need to get back to it,” she corrects you.

“I know. I’ll apologize at breakfast and we’ll make a plan. OK?”

“Going to explain what you’ve been getting up to this weekend?”

“I’ll tell the truth,” you say. You’ve coping badly with the changes to your body and the pressures of FUTA. It’s that simple. Dealing with these things is hard. Fucking is easy. You’ll be upfront with your team. It’s the best way.

Lara sees that you’re serious. Her eyes linger on your body, but she nods and leaves.

You clean up and then make good on your promise. You have a good team, and they’re understanding of your troubles and ready to work. Even if they’re pissed at you, they still want to do better in the coming week, so you’re all on the same page.

Today isn’t like yesterday. The sun is out and the air is warm, but there are no soccer fields, and this isn’t the time or place for that kind of practice. Instead, you take a walk with everyone into the quiet woods to talk business, looking at your positioning the roles that everyone is playing. With massive, F-cup knockers, you can’t be the star attacker anymore. They’re distracting, and you don’t have the effortless speed and agility that you used to. You can get it back, but that will take time. For now, you and Max will trade places.

The team likes this plan.

Lara looks approving, and your team is… much more positive. They like you again!

“It’s OK to go and get gangbanged now if you want to,” Lara jokes at dinner. “You’ve taken care of your responsibilities first. That’s what matters.”

You laugh. Nope. You aren’t going to do that. You’re staying with your team.