"Head to the bathroom on your side. Take off your clothes, blindfold yourself, and wait for me in the shower. I'll be there soon. Be ready for me! 💋"
Amy grinned as she texted Ian. He was cute enough, though a bit vanilla for her taste. She'd been teasing him all day and he was sure to jump at the chance to hook up with her. The coaches had said it was time for bed more than an hour ago, and old people went to sleep early, so it had to be safe to sneak across by now.
She walked to the door and glanced at her roommate. She was on her phone too, probably texting her girlfriend in the room next door. The coaches had been quick to separate them when assigning rooms.
"Bonnie, I'm going to the bathroom."
"Uh-huh," she responded, completely uninterested.
Amy stepped out, closed the door, and paused. The building they were in had a communal kitchen in the middle, with hallways on either side leading to the bedrooms and bathrooms. Ian and Wally were in a room down the other hallway, and she just had to walk across to the bathroom on that side. But adjoining the kitchen was a common room, and she could hear the TV playing. Shit, were the coaches still awake? Well, whatever. She was just going to the bathroom, after all. They couldn't possibly object to that.
She confidently strolled down the hall and into the kitchen, intending to walk straight through to the other hallway without even looking towards the couches where the coaches were sitting.
"What's up, Amy?" Coach Sam immediately turned to face her. Her arms were crossed, and the impatient expression on her face made Amy hesitate for a moment.
"I'm, uh," she cleared her throat and tried to sound nonchalant. "I'm just going to the bathroom."
"Uh-huh." Coach Sam looked down the opposite hall like she somehow knew Ian was waiting there. "Any reason you can't use the one by your room?"
"Uh..." Amy's mind blanked as she tried to think of a reason. "I left my... hairbrush in the other bathroom?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure someone's in there right now. I think your hairbrush can wait for morning."
"Oh, uh... sure, that makes sense." Amy stalled, trying to think of another reason, but came up with nothing. After a moment she turned around, inwardly seething, and walked back down her hall to the bathroom on her side.
Well, if she couldn't get to Ian, he'd just have to come to her.
"Stupid Coach Sam saw me and sent me to the other bathroom. Sneak over here and join me. 😛🍌"
There, now it was Ian's problem. She was confident he was motivated enough to find a way past the coaches.
Amy turned her attention to the mirror. Her bleached blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. There were clear bikini tan lines on her shoulders. She was wearing a green cami over a leopard-print bra. She took a moment to adjust her breasts and nodded approvingly at her cleavage.
Deciding that it would be sexier to already be partly undressed when Ian walked in, she removed her shorts and top. For a moment, she frowned at her reflection. The black panties with pink trim were cute, but it annoyed her that they didn't match her bra. Whatever, it was fine. A guy like Ian didn't need her A-game. He'd be grateful she tapped him at all.
Speaking of, where was he? It had been like ten minutes already.
"Come on, I'm ready for you! 🍆🌮💦"
Confident in her appearance, she lounged against the wall and spent a while going through her Insta. Lots of likes on her photo from the beach. After liking all her friend's posts, she blocked a couple of pests.
Leaving her phone on the counter with her clothes, Amy wandered into the shower. There was a bench that looked promising if they pulled it away from the wall. She could imagine pushing him back until he was laying full-length, and then straddling him...
If he ever got here. Scowling at the door, she picked up her phone again and texted him.
"What's taking so long? 🤨"
She tried to kill a few minutes playing a game on her phone, but her annoyance at Coach Sam made her mess up. Ugh, what was her problem? The coaches were treating them all like they were kids, sneaking around after curfew. Sure, she actually _was_ sneaking around, but they didn't _know_ that, and it felt condescending to be treated this way.
"Where the fuck are you? 😖"
Exhaling her frustration, Amy turned back to the mirror and tried on some seductive poses. She arched her back. She stuck her butt out. She squeezed her breasts together. But her irritation at being kept waiting was growing by the minute.
"NOT a good idea to keep me waiting. 😤"
If he'd been caught by the coaches he could have at least texted her. It'd been like a half hour by now, that was plenty of time, even if he'd had to crawl through the kitchen on his hands and knees to stay out of sight.
Slowly, it dawned on her that she'd been stood up. What the actual fuck! This boy had no idea how lucky he was that she'd taken even a moment of interest in him.
"Your loss! 🤬"
Fuming, Amy got dressed and left the bathroom. She was about to go back to her room when she realized that the TV was much quieter than before. Maybe the coaches were asleep now? She decided to try to sneak across again and go to Ian's room to tell him off and remind him what he'd missed out on by not even trying to reach her.
Creeping slowly to the end of the hallway, she peeked into the common room. A late-night show was playing. Coach Jake was alone on the couch. It looked like he'd fallen asleep, head lolled back, and slouched low under a blanket.
Where was Coach Sam? Nervously, she looked around but didn't see anything. Then she noticed the blanket move, and he quietly moaned.
Holy shit! Jake wasn't asleep, and that must be Sam under the blanket blowing him! Amy bit her knuckle to keep from squealing. Her shock quickly gave way to outrage. Of course, they were hypocrites. They were only stopping _her_ from hooking up because it got in the way of _their_ action!
As quickly as she dared, she crept through the dark kitchen, keeping an eye on the couch and prepared to drop to the floor if they moved. Thankfully, they were completely distracted and she made it across without being noticed.
Filled with equal parts triumph and annoyance, she opened Ian's door without knocking and slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind her. The room was only dimly lit by moonlight and it took her eyes a moment to adjust. When they did, she realized with confusion that only one bed was occupied. Ian's best friend Wally was asleep on his back and snoring softly.
