FA Day 9 - See Tiff

Your team needs a coach. You sneak out and walk through the camp to pay a visit to Tiff.

You find her in her cabin with her laptop, dutifully looking at footage from the event so far, trying to find a last-second weakness in Green Team that she can expose.

She lets you into the cabin, her worry obvious.

"Riley, I owe you an apology," she begins. She wants to say she was wrong to have you cover for her and stuff, but you don't have time for that.

"You need to chill," you tell her. "Lie down."

"What?"

"I know how to do massages now." You pat the bed. "You are so not focused."

Tiff laughs. "OK, I know I'm a failure."

"Oh my God, shut up and just do it," you say.

"OK, OK." She climbs onto the bed and moves the laptop, lying on her stomach with her clothes on. You crawl on and straddle her rear end, leaning forward to give her a firm shoulder rub, using some tricks you picked up from Amy with your fingers.

Tiff likes it. In a minute you have helped her forget all about her embarrassment and stress because your fingers feel good on her shoulders and neck, and she can also feel you getting hard. Your groin is pressed against her bottom, and you can't resist that.

"Mmm..." she says, finally laying her head down and closing her eyes, relaxing completely. She gives a little twitch of her hips to show that she's noticed your hard-on. "So that was what you came for."

"I came to help," you say stubbornly, kneading her shoulders.

"Thanks for your help, Riley." It sounds like Tiff means it. "But I have enough guilt. I can't hook up with my player right now."

"Right now?" you ask, leaning forward to grind your erection a bit. Her ass is full, but firm, and her shorts and underwear don't stop you from appreciating it by feel. "So you're saying there's a chance?"

She laughs and pats your leg. "OK, get off. I feel better."

You climb off her. She's blushing, but... anyone would be. You have a big tent in your shorts.

"Now look what you did," you say, and she laughs harder.

"When I'm stressed like that, I take a bath."

"Let's take one together," you say.

"Not a good idea." She smiles at you and lifts her shirt, giving you a full-on frontal view of her big, perfect breasts. "This is the best I can do for you, Riley."

Ugh... why's she have to be so responsible now, when she was so irresponsible before?

"Can I touch?" you ask cockily.

"Maybe if we win."

You will hold her to that. She blows you a kiss, and you leave her. You made her laugh, so the mission was a success... she's more relaxed than she was. It'll still be a tough game tomorrow.

Back at the cabin, you get in the shower and stroke yourself, thinking of the view. What's Tiff doing coaching soccer? She's more like a supermodel with her crazy proportions. You will never forgive yourself if you don't manage to get your hands on those breasts, and going from how good it felt to rub your erection against her bottom with clothes on, you can only imagine what it would be like without them. You want her as much as you want to win.

You lean on the wall, spreading your legs and rubbing your clit as you stroke your cock with an imaginary picture of Tiff naked in your mind. You shake all over and shoot it clear across the stall to hit the opposite wall. Funnily... you don't feel relaxed. You feel distracted.

It's been a strange week.