>>2747889
[2/2]

He stares at you, then immediately a blush rises on his face. “Oh! Oh shit! Okay! I see what you’re saying. Uh. But-… You can’t just walk home in my clothes you know! And without fresh… underwear either.” And you are certainly not going to borrow his boxers or his pants. Wearing his shirt in the morning is sexy, it’s intimate, and it’s cozy as a warm blanket worn in the natural sunlight of a Sunday morning.

Wearing his entire apparel is just slutty.

> “I’ll call Denise. Don’t worry. She can keep a secret. I hope.”
> “You have a blanket right? I got an idea.”
> “Look. Let’s not worry about that now. Last night was fantastic. If clumsy.”
> Other

>>2747893
>> “Look. Let’s not worry about that now. Last night was fantastic. If clumsy.”

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>> “Look. Let’s not worry about that now. Last night was fantastic. If clumsy.”
> Other
Round two?

>>2747893
> “Look. Let’s not worry about that now. Last night was fantastic. If clumsy.”
Oh my.

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>>2747893
>> “Look. Let’s not worry about that now. Last night was fantastic. If clumsy.”

Did we AT LEAST wear Jeep Jockey's button shirt?
Nothing sexier than a flag on a conquered fortress.

>>2747954
yes

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>>2747959

> “Look. Let’s not worry about that now. Last night was fantastic. If clumsy.”

“Look. Let’s not worry about that now. Last night was fantastic.” You cut up a bit of bacon and pop it in your mouth. “If clumsy.”

“Clumsy?” he blinks, looking at you. You nod. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t the one who decided to drop everything and go on a research binge trying to find out how sex works.” Yes, okay. You did that. But only because you didn’t want to get hurt. You’ve heard stories of girls having their first times and the boys absolutely destroy them.

You say, “Safety’s sake. Besides, it’s not like you lasted long anyway.” He rolls his eyes. You can tell he’s embarrassed but you’re not disappointed or anything. You’d actually be surprised if he didn’t explode the second he touched you. Which he might’ve. But that’s another story. “I don’t expect much from a boy who’s never as much as touched another girl besides his Mom. And besides, the clumsiness and the trying to figure out what went where and the-… clean up.” You shudder a little. “That was fun.”

“Has its own charm I guess.” He sighs, smirking a bit. “Plus, you got a cute little squeal.” Ugh. You do not. You look away, chewing more on your breakfast. “Aw, don’t look away like that. Don’t make me tickle you.” No. He prods your side, and you almost yelp. The breakfast tray almost goes overboard. He sits down on the bed next to you. “Seriously, Ellie. Never in a thousand years would I have thought I would have my first time in high school with a girl like you.”

“A girl like me?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah, I mean I’m one of those guys. You know, the type that kind of just fades out into the crowd at best. At worst, get shoved into lockers by bullies and get laughed at by girls.”

“You do not give yourself enough credit.” You gently poke him with your foot beneath the blanket. You place the breakfast tray on the endtable, then scoot up closer to him. “So, are you leaving tonight?”

He nods. “Yeah. Got school tomorrow morning. Not looking forward to jetlag. Why?”

> “I just want to tell you good luck. I’ll visit you before your tournament, okay?”
> “Give me a kiss goodbye?”
> “… wanna try again?”
> Other

>>2747985
> “Give me a kiss goodbye?”

>>2747985
>“… wanna try again?”

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>>2747985
>> “… wanna try again?”
Practice makes perfect

>>2747985
>> “I just want to tell you good luck. I’ll visit you before your tournament, okay?”

>>2747985
> “I just want to tell you good luck. I’ll visit you before your tournament, okay?”

> “I just want to tell you good luck. I’ll visit you before your tournament, okay?”

> “… wanna try again?”

You blink, taking a breath. “Do you want to try again?” you ask. He freezes in place, staring ahead at the wall. Okay. Probably not the best question you’ve asked him. But he’s going to be gone a while. Your only contact with him will be through the phone. And really, it’s best if you get this out of your system now. Otherwise, you might end up like one of those sluts sending sexts through phone texts. Or he might end up sending you pictures of his dick through the phone too.

He leans closer to you, smirking. “I mean.” He does not look very confident at all. “If you want to.” His face is as red as a stop sign.

Yours probably is too. “I mean, if you want to.”

He glances at the door, then bites his lip. “… I’d like to,” he says quietly.

“I’d like to, too,” you say quietly. He scoots up closer, then gives you a kiss on your lips. You scoot closer too as well. Alright. This time, the two of you know what to do. A little kissing, a little foreplay and petting, then you can move straight on to the main event. No pussyfooting around. He grabs your hips, then gently starts unbuttoning your (or his) shirt. No bra to speak of, just his hand moving up below your breasts and-

“ELLIE!” Denise screams your name, knocking on the door. The two of you freeze. “ELLIE! ARE YOU IN THERE!? Where’s Jock!? He’s not hurting you, is he!?”

…

You didn’t even call her. Fuck.

> “I should go.”
> “Stay quiet. She’ll go away.”
> “Denise. Five minutes please.”
> Other

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>“Denise. Five minutes please.”

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>>2748110
>> “Denise. Five minutes please.”
Make that twenty, I'm sure JJ can rise to the occasion.

>>2748110
> “Denise. Five minutes please.”
Or fifty, for that matter.

>>2748112
Modifying: "And please go get me a uniform and come back in an hour. Quietly."

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>>2748110
>>2748115
>>2748127
Add this to mine about coming back with a uniform. And maybe some Gatorade.

>>2748110
>> “Denise. Five minutes please.”

> “Denise. Five minutes please.”

“Denise.” Jock leans back a little, looking to the door. “… Give me a little bit of time. Can you get me a change of uniform too?”

“Sure!” yells Denise. “I’ll be right back! There better be no foul play in there!” You hear the loud rhythm of footsteps running away. She’s gone.

Jock looks to you. “What was-“ You press your finger against his lips, shushing him.

“Make this count,” you say. He blinks at you for a second, then immediately pushes you against the bed. Whoa! Okay! He immediately pulls your shirt open and grabs your tits, making you squeak in surprise. Okay, maybe you should’ve told him that Denise grabbing a spare change of clothes would probably take like an hour.

Eh. He doesn’t need to know.

…

…

You and Jock step out of his hotel room, now freshly dressed up and cleaned up after a shower too. Denise taps her foot impatiently, skeptically looking at Jock. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Denise,” you say. “Were you waiting long?” you ask.

Denise still stares at Jock. “Nah. Not too long.” She tilts her head, squinting. Jock rubs his neck, smiling at her nervously. “Hmm... So, the EL Wild Card is tonight. You going to be watching, Jock?”

“Nah. I’m going on a flight back home,” he says. “But it was good seeing you all though. Had a nice time.” He certainly did. You bite your lip, glancing away.

Denise says, “Alright then. Ellie, want me to take you back to the dorms or anything?”

> “Sure. Don’t want Winona to wait up for me.”
> “Take me back to the Tank Hangar actually.”
> “Can’t we do lunch first?”
> Other

>>2748165
> “Sure. Don’t want Winona to wait up for me.”

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>>2748165
>> “Can’t we do lunch first?”
Imagine how many calories were burned

>>2748165
>> “Can’t we do lunch first?”
Buy her confidence with a meal.

>>2748165
>> “Can’t we do lunch first?”

> “Can’t we do lunch first?”

“Can’t we do lunch first?” you ask. Jock and Denise look at you, surprised. “I’m a little hungry myself. I could go for some crab or something.”

Denise huffs. “If you think I’ll be endeared to your boyfriend through lunch you’ve got another thing coming!”

…

…

Denise munches heavily into her fried catfish sandwich while the two of you sit across from her. “So apparently I did some sleuthing like I usually do. Apparently the song Country Roads by John Denver ain’t even about West Virginia.” She frowns intensely at that. “Sucks. Apparently it’s about WestERN Virginia. I mean, it’s even good about regular old Virignia anyway? All them hicks decided to keep fighting for the Confederacy while good old West Virginia didn’t want any part of that! You know what I mean?”

Jock nods. “It’s still a good song though.”

“Oh no, definitely.” Denise starts humming it as she chews on her food.

Well, that was easy. Jock chews on some fried cod too as he looks out the window of the chippy that you’re eating at. You too munch on some fried shrimp and some crab legs. What a bountiful feast after an eventful night. Jock looks back at you. “Do you know where you’ll be having your first match?”

“Not yet, they tell us the day before. Travel arrangements are made way in advance too,” you say. “But hopefully it’s somewhere nice. I like Tankery matches in picturesque scenes.” He nods, agreeing on that. “Plus I…” You stare past Jock.

Jock blinks, then looks behind him.

At the window, pressing her face against the glass, was Winona. She grins, wearing a bright blue tank top beneath a grey cardigan and some denim short shorts on top of her black thigh-highs.

> “Just ignore her.”
> Motion for her to come in.
> Motion for her to fuck off.
> Other

>>2748254
>> Motion for her to fuck off.

>>2748254
>> Motion for her to fuck off.

>>2748254
>Motion for her to come in.

>>2748254
>“Just ignore her.”

>>2748254
>> Motion for her to come in.

> Motion for her to fuck off.

You make a shooing motion with your hand. Winona sticks her tongue out at you in response. You shoo her away more strongly. Then she grumbles and folds her arms, glaring at you. You glare back at her. No. You will not have her teasing your boy right now. She looks over at Jock, then waves hello at him. Jock nervously waves hi back too. To that, again, you shoo her.

Winona huffs, turning her nose up before walking down the street once more.

You then quickly receive a text a minute later.

> WinWin: There better not be cum on that nightshirt I bought you

Your face immediately explodes red. WHAT!? Of course not- she- AUGH. Why is she even assuming you had sex with Jock!?

> WinWin: I’ll know too. Cum stains yellow.

… How does she even know that? Does she just look that up on that internet? Yeah, probably. Right?

Jock checks his watch. “Hm. I should probably get to the airport soon. Don’t want to miss my flight.”

> “Don’t you want to stay a little longer?”
> “Alright. Denise, can you drive him?”
> “Alright, let’s head there then.”
> Other

>>2748357
>> “Alright, let’s head there then.”

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>>2748357
>> “Alright, let’s head there then.”
Wouldn't do for him to miss his flight.

>>2748357
>“Alright, let’s head there then.”

>>2748357
>> “Alright, let’s head there then.”
The Elewdie is finally canon

> “Alright, let’s head there then.”

You all stand up. “Alright, let’s head there then.” Jock quickly places down the money for the check. And with that three of you move on to the airport.

…

…

Denise smiles at you two as she holds a plastic bag holding your goodies from last night. “I’ll let you two have a few minutes.” She smiles at Jock. “It was nice seeing you again, Jock. Let’s do lunch again if you’re coming back, alright?”

“My treat,” says Jock. Denise happily smiles, then steps back and looks around for something to do while you talk with Jock.

“I suppose a blowjob before I go is out of the question?” You slap his chest, indignant. How dare he? He snickers. “Alright, worth a shot. Look, you-“

“I’ll visit before your tournament,” you say. “Make it even, you know?”

“Fair.” He holds his luggage under his arm, looking to the gates. “Um, Ellie. Listen, if you ever need me or want to talk, just call.”

“No worries.” You grab his collar, then gently peck him on the cheek. He responds by kissing you full on the lips. Now, now. You’re in public here. You’ll forgive him for embarrassing you this one time. He pulls back, looking blissful and absolutely joyous. “Listen. Good luck in the tournament, okay? I’ll root for you.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2748477
>Boast

>>2748477
>Boast

>>2748477
>> Boast

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>>2748477
>> Boast
Love you

>>2748477
>> Boast

> Boast

“Trust me, you won’t need to. I’ll win the whole damn thing. Just you wait and see.”

He smirks. “And if you lose?”

You take his hands, smirking as you look down. “Mmm… if I win. Celebratory party in my bedroom. If we lose. Consolation party in my bedroom?” He snickers quietly at that. And you quickly silence him with another kiss. He gently brushes your hair back and pushes against you, making it much longer and more forceful. It’s so aggressive yet so bold. You like it.

He finally parts, then takes his luggage once more. You and him hug, then you allow him to go. He waves goodbye and takes the walk to his gate.

Hm. You suppose you still have the crew behind you. It’s a shame LGA isn’t co-ed. But that’s part of LGA’s character.

Denise comes back, having witnessed everything it seems. “So. Where to now?”

> Back to your dorm.
> To the hangar.
> Just drive around.
> Other

>>2748596
>> To the hangar.
Why don't we take a look around, maybe get back on the McPherson sidequest?

>>2748596
>To the hangar.

>>2748596
> To the hangar.
jesus christ

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>>2748596
> To the hangar.
Tank stuff now.
Maybe we should put a picture of JJ in Oliver?

>The hangar has a big celebratory banner for Elodie getting laid

>>2748694
"Congrats on the Sex" cake is not an option.

> To the hangar.

…

…

You arrive back at the hangar with Denise to find Griselda and Iris making the last checks on the tanks. Griselda smiles at you. “Welcome back, Ellie.”

Iris nods. “Sleep soundly last night?”

“Like a corpse,” you say.

Griselda and Iris glance at each other quickly before going back to their clipboards. They know, but they’re polite enough not to say anything about it. Griselda says, “We’re just making the final inspections on the tanks. Our division match will be on Tuesday. With Wednesday being our off-day if we make it past the Division. Championship on Thursday.”

“And finals on Saturday?”

“Precisely. Off-days are for the other league,” she says. “Monday is the day they announce the locations and everything. Seeing as how all postseason matches will be flag matches and 30 on 30, it’ll be one hell of a thing to coordinate logistics-wise.” Fair enough.

Iris says, “Given our teamwork though, I think we have a fair shot this year. Our first year even in NATO. How surprising.”

“Indeed.” Griselda smiles happily. “It’s the absolute tits.” Iris rolls her eyes at the improper language. “And-“ You hear a clapping sound from behind you. You all look.

And there is Mei Xiang standing there, alone, neutral in expression as she applauds. “I must give you all my most sincere congratulations. You’ve bumbled your way into a postseason slot.” What in the hell is she doing here? You step back, standing next to Iris as she walks into the Tank Hangar. “What. Am I not allowed in?”

You’re about to say “yeah you’re not allowed” but Griselda steps in. “No. You’re fine.” She offers her hand. “It’s good to have your blessings, Mei. We didn’t know you’d be visiting.”

“I only came by to visit somebody,” she says. “I thought that stopping by to see your tanks here would be most prudent.” She looks over at you, then takes a sniff of you. She squints a little. You squint back. Is she judging you? Did she pick up the scent of boyfriend or something? “You seem mad.” She takes another sniff. “Hm.”

> “No one invited you.”
> “As long as you’re here, you’re a guest.”
> “Smell something you like?”
> Other

>>2748752
>> “As long as you’re here, you’re a guest.”
>> “Smell something you like?”
lel

>>2748752
> “As long as you’re here, you’re a guest.”
Be the better guppie.

>>2748752
> “As long as you’re here, you’re a guest.”
> “Smell something you like?”

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> “As long as you’re here, you’re a guest.”

“As long as you’re here, you’re a guest,” you say. You tilt your head. “Smell something you like by the way?”

“Hmph.” Mei recoils back then folds her arms. “You know, St. Gloriana versus Kuromorimine is tonight. I assume all of you will be watching.” You nod. Of course. “Way I see it, St. Gloriana will win. Kuromorimine hasn’t been the same since its seniors graduated. I suppose that’s the consequences of when you can’t move on.” She looks at you. “And speaking of moving on. Did you all hear the rumors?”

Griselda says, “The Commissioner still considering the Cold War tanks? That’s been around a while.”

“It has,” says Mei. “I will say though. I look forward to it. A team full of T-54s will dominate the competition at a relatively low cost, seeing as how parts for T-54s are plentiful. Not to mention whole T-54 tanks are like candy, you can find them almost everywhere if you look hard enough.”

“T-54s are just soviet stuff,” says Griselda. “If you want real quality, you have to buy American or British, Mei. I would figure you’d know that since your tank is almost comprised entirely of Centurions. That you bought. Along with your crews. And your victories.”

Mei says, “And using money somehow invalidates me winning? I still win.” Griselda rolls her eyes, then walks away. A good idea. Mei would hate to see angry Griselda. Though, you’d wish Griselda would just tell her to fuck off. “As for you.” She looks to Iris. “It’s still a shame. You’d have been good core to work with in the team.”

Iris takes a sip of her tea. “A lady never betrays her own.” She also turns around leaves.

Mei blinks, then looks to you. “Is this how you treat guests?”

“Are all guests condescending towards their hosts?” you ask.

“Hmph.” Mei takes her glasses off and wipes them quickly with a handkerchief. “I suppose I-“

“Mei.” You look over. She looks too. Standing across the street was the girl herself. She steps across and holds her Boko bear in her arms like a security blanket.

“Arisu.”

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>>2748980
We're done for tonight. Hope you all enjoyed and we should be back tomorrow for more. Let me know if you want me to put that ElodiexJJ to pastebin. I dunno, I'm bored.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel
And if you ever feel like shooting the shit with me, you can hit me up in my discord: https://discord.gg/9e9yvfv

See you next time.

>>2748982
Thanks for running Schteel, catch you tomorrow.

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>>2748982
Yeah, I want that pastebin.
Outstanding as always boss

>>2748725
Meant to say is not optional

Arisu Shimada looks up at Mei. “If you are here to taunt Elodie Zumwalt and her team, you are wasting your time.”

You nod. “That’s right. We’ve had a lot worse than some harsh words.”

“Forgive me,” says Mei. She clasps her hands behind her back, looking at you two with most contemptuous look on her face. “I wasn’t aware you two had grown so –close-.” She looks at your tank, then back at you. “A Comet tank is quite the sight. I remember when you had started this tournament with just an old Cromwell.”

“Come to insult the Comet?” you ask.

“On the contrary. The Comet happens to be one of my favorite tanks,” she says. “Good balance of speed, armor, and armament. Could do with a bit more room though. And the suspension, like most suspension in any tank, is lacking. But it is a fine tank.” She looks at Arisu, then says, “You remember when you first broke me in, when I first rode my own tank?”

Arisu nods. “It was an M4 Sherman.”

“What was the saying used for it, ‘so simple a monkey could drive it?’” Arisu simply stares at Mei. “Hmph.”

“What are you here to discuss, Mei?” She looks back at you when you ask that.

“I wasn’t aware I had to discuss that with you,” she says back.

> “Whatever you discuss with Arisu is my business too.”
> “I suppose it’s not.”
> “Well talk with her or don’t. Your choice.”
> Other

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>>2750943
>> “Whatever you discuss with Arisu is my business too.”
> “Well talk with her or don’t. Your choice.”
If she doesn't want us here that's fine, but it would probably be better if we were. Either way don't just insult each other. Try to make an effort.

>>2750943
>“Well talk with her or don’t. Your choice."

Translation: Speak or fuck off, you arrogant cow.

> “Well talk with her or don’t. Your choice.”

“Well, talk or don’t,” you say. Mei tilts her head. “Your choice.”

Mei folds her arms, seemingly glaring intensely at you. But you’re not going to buckle down from a mean look and some harsh words. You’re from New Jersey, damn it. She looks at Arisu, then back at you, then back at Arisu. “Arisu.”

“Mei.” Arisu looks up at Mei.

“I want to say one thing to you before I return back to my ship,” she says. “When we win this tournament, the Shimada-ryuu is finished.” Arisu cocks her head slowly, her eyebrows furrowing at this. “Remember when I was expelled purely for wanting to help you and your family regain their past glories? Now that we are in the postseason, and no teams represented by any Shimada-ryuu students are not, we-“

“Elodie Zumwalt is my student,” says Arisu. Mei blinks. “And as long as she is in the tournament. The Shimada-ryuu is not as dead as you claim. Nor will it ever be, as long as people remember it. Just because Senshadou has evolved does not mean the wonderful sport will ever leave people behind. If you are here merely to claim that you are tearing down what we are, again you waste your time. Just as you wasted your time at our school.” You look down and see Mei’s hand suddenly clench into a fist. You step closer, right next to Arisu. Mei looks at you, then you see the faintest hint of her baring her teeth, almost growling in fact. “I would advise you go away.”

Mei looks at you, then she shoves past you and starts storming away back to the street.

“Damn,” you say. “She came all the way to the ship just to say that?” you ask.

Arisu says, “I may have hurt her feelings. But she is a girl who values strength. If you can’t defend yourself, she does not relent. And she does not hesitate to boast about her superiority either.”

“I wouldn’t call buying all the best crews and all the best tanks superiority,” you say.

“It’s got her this far, no?” says Arisu. She offers her hand. “I wish you the best of luck in the tournament.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2751146
> Polite

Thank you, and thank you for your teaching me.

>>2751146
>Polite

>>2751146
> Boast
Won't need it!

> Polite

“Thank you.” You shake her hand. “Thank you so much for your teachings. I won’t let you down.”

Arisu says, “I know you won’t. All I can ask is that you do your best and make yourself proud.” You have to admit. “Anymore and we would ask too much.” You notice that she doesn’t say the word win. You suppose that she doesn’t want to a force a promise of winning upon you. That’s fair. You wouldn’t do that either, not even on your best of friends. “Have fun for the rest of the day. For tomorrow, you will learn where you will fight your first battle with Camp Gagetown.”

“I know. Meryl will be a tough customer, that’s for sure,” you say.

“She isn’t buying any-“ She blinks. “Oh. Wait. That’s an American saying, sorry. No, she will be difficult to take down. But rest assured, I have the upmost confidence in your victory.” She nods to you. “Until then.” She presents something to you. A Boko Bear keychain. This Boko Bear has bandages over its right eye, with his left arm in a cast and his right leg splinted. “A good luck charm.”

“Oh. Thank you!” You smile, taking it. You’ll hang this in the tank for sure.”

With that, Arisu nods and takes her leave. She walks across the street. And as soon as a truck passes by and in a second of breaking eye contact with you. She’s gone.

You need to learn how she does that.

> Stay in the hangar. See what Griselda and Iris are up to.
> Go back to the dorm. It’s getting late.
> Walk around LGA for a little bit.
> Other

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>>2751269
>Walk around LGA for a little bit.
Think about things. Things like the match.
How lewd we are with JJ. Are we pregnant (pic related)? How will we tell mom? Is there an obstetrician on board? Why is there an obstetrician on an all girl ship?

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>>2751269
> Walk around LGA for a little bit.

>>2751289
You know exactly why.

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>> Walk around LGA for a little bit.

>>2751289
I have o assume Elewdie used the condoms her mom gave her. Only way to know would be the lewd fic GS hinted a.

>>2751339
I'm sure they used condoms, I just assume that things always go poorly when odds are involved.

> Walk around LGA for a little bit.

…

…

The sun is already starting to set it seems. You suppose now that fall has arrived, it’s only going to get colder. You sit down on a bench in front of the chippy, having grabbed a newspaper bundle of fried fish and some fries, along with a neat little cup of tartar sauce. So crisp and yet so soft was this fish. And it was warm to eat too. Made you think of being back in New Jersey. You didn’t have this kind of food often but the few times you did, it was like you just forgot about being poor.

“Hey.” You look up from your meal and see Gertrude Pool standing there. She’s got a white scarf wrapped around her neck as she wears her uniform. “I see you wear your uniform too on your days out.”

You shrug. “Wanna sit?” She nods, then sits down next to you and immediately moves to grab at your meal. You slap her hand, glaring at her.

“Ow!” She flinches, recoiling back. “I just wanted a fry!” She makes a mocking pouting expression. You sigh, then hold it out. “Aw, you’re so sweet.” She takes a fry and then pops it in her mouth. “So. I hear your next match is pretty soon. Big tournament thing coming up.”

“Postseason week,” you say. “Once Monday rolls around, it’s endgame from here on out.”

“So I hear,” says Gertrude. “You know, I’ve been talking with Miss McPherson about your team.” Oh? “Everyone’s been raring to go she says. Training in their offtime, trying to get all their studies and work done.”

“Understandable,” you say.

Gertrude leans back in her seat. “Plus, Miss McPherson has been getting her old friends together. They want to go with you to the tournament too, meet with the Commissioner. Didn’t even know they were friends.”

“How do you know all this?” you ask.

“I ask,” says Gertrude. “Trust me. I know practically everyone on this ship and then some. That comes with being the Student Council President.” She sighs, frowning a little. “I’m actually glad I ran into you though, Ellie. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” You munch on a piece of fish before giving her your full undivided attention.

“My sister, Griselda. Do you… honestly believe she can win this tournament?” You tilt your head. Then you see it in her eyes. Concern. Concern for a repeat of what happened last year. When Griselda become the butt of the jokes, when she was humiliated live in front of thousands of people, when she failed the school.

> “Of course she can.”
> “If you don’t believe she can, how can she?”
> “She’s not the best, but she’ll help.”
> Other

>>2751398
>Other
Its not just about Griselda. Its about how she leads the team. She understands how this team works and how everyone works in it, herself included.

Its not just about her.

>>2751398
>“If you don’t believe she can, how can she?”

>>2751398
>>2751430
This desu, its the team as a whole that's important

> Other

“This isn’t just about Griselda. It’s about the team too, how she leads it, understands it, and how everyone works in it. Herself included obviously.” Gertrude looks to you, nodding slowly. “Look, I won’t claim to know anything about Griselda’s skill in Tankery. But when we go into the matches, it’s not just her. It’s the team as a whole. Does that make sense?”

Gertrude nods. “It does. I suppose I asked the wrong question.”

You shrug. “Look, Gertrude. Griselda helped get us all the way here. We didn’t just carry her. Without her, there wouldn’t be a team. We’d have rusted old tanks. And we’d be outnumbered ten to one out there. Everything good about the team has her fingerprints on it.” You won’t boast about Griselda that much. But you will be honest about her contributions. “Have you talked to her lately?”

“Lately, no. But I’ll cheer for her,” says Gertrude. “Give her my blessings. And hopefully she’ll accept them.” She stands up. “Well, thanks for the fry. I gotta get going…” She checkers her watch, grimacing a little. “Kitten is gonna kill me if I’m late to movie night tonight.” She smiles. “We’re watching Indiana Jones. The first one.”

“Alright. You have a nice night then, Gertrude.”

“Better than the one you had last night,” she says as she walks away. Yeah. Wait.

WAIT WHAT. You look at her she walks away.

Ugh, damn it! How did she- Augh!

Whatever.

> Stay out just a little while longer.
> Call Someone (Who?)
> Go back to the dorms.
> Other

>>2751536
> Go back to the dorms.

>>2751536
>> Go back to the dorms.

>>2751536
>Stay out just a little while longer.

Fret about how sisters fight.

>>2751536
>> Stay out just a little while longer.

>>2751536
>Go back to the dorms.

> Go back to the dorms.

…

…

Denise drives you back to the dorms in good time. You check your watch. Oh shit, it should be time for the EL Wild Card tonight too. Maybe you can catch some of it on TV. You arrive at your room then open the door.

To find your entire crew sitting in pajamas at the TV, watching the match. They’ve got chips, popcorn, and even slices of cake too. They all look at you and immediately grin. Oh shit. Winona leans back on her bed, snickering. “Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!” She hangs over the bunkbed, smiling at you like a Cheshire cat. “How nice to see you!” Ingrid munches on some popcorn as well.

Ingrid asks you, “So did you fuck Jock?” Stack and Josephina start giggling.

Why did you come back. Half of you really wanted to just stay out and forget you had to come back but nooooo your body wants to sleep underneath a blanket surrounded by –friends-. Ugh.

Winona snorts. “Augh. Ingrid, so blunt! Please! You have to work Ellie into these things. She’s not a robot or anything.” You step inside and immediately undo your bra, and sigh as your chest gets relieved from the support. “Come on, Ellie. Was it romantic? Was it rough? Did you bleed?” Okay, who’s being blunt now? Jeez.

> “Not now. Pass that popcorn.”
> “We didn’t do anything.”
> “We did things.”
> Other

>>2751765
>> “Not now. Pass that popcorn.”

>>2751765
> “We did things.”
Might be better to get this over with.

>>2751765
>Other
I plead the Iris; "A lady does not discuss such things."
> “Not now. Pass that popcorn.”

> “Not now. Pass that popcorn.”

“Not now.” You sit down between Stack and Ingrid. “Pass the popcorn.” Ingrid shrugs, then places the bowl of popcorn in your lap. Winona in the back pouts furiously as you refuse to do girl talk with her. As if. What you do in bed is your business. And you’re not going to entertain anybody with how clumsy and dirty your first time was. You munch on some popcorn. “So what’s the situation?”

Stack scoots closer then points to the TV. “Them British Japanese girls managed to catch Black Forest Peak in an ambush, cleared out several Panthers and Jagdpanzers. They even killed the Maus by forcing it over a cliff with their Churchill tanks.”

“So a Saint Gloriana victory?” you ask.

“Looking like it,” says Stack. You watch the match and sure enough, Saint Gloriana does indeed have it in their favor. There’s twenty-five of their tanks to Kuromorimine’s twelve. Rosehip and Orange Pekoe have coordinated well it seems. Rosehip is continually harassing Kuromorimine as it tries to run away to a better position, while Orange Pekoe’s heavy tanks take in Rosehip’s constant information to keep pace behind them. It seems they really do have it in the bag. But you won’t hold your breath.

Winona groans. You turn around and look back at her. “Mmmm…” She pouts at you, with Cuddles slinking out of her shirt around her neck. “Mmmm!” What is she doing?

“Winona, I’m not doing pillowtalk with you,” you say.

“MMMMMM!” Winona rolls around in her bed, furious.

Stack snickers. “We finally make it to the postseason in our first year of Tankery, and all Winona cares about is the size of Jock’s dick.” You roll your eyes. Eugh. Stack looks back. “Come on, Winona. Leave Elodie alone. We’re trying to enjoy the match.”

Winona squeals, kicking her arms back and forth while the four of you sit on the floor.

> “Look, it was really clumsy and none of us knew what we were doing. It wasn’t romantic.”
> “Throwing a tantrum won’t get you what you want.”
> Ignore Winona, acquire tanks.
> Other

>>2751970
>> “Look, it was really clumsy and none of us knew what we were doing. It wasn’t romantic.”
The second round however...... we won't tell her about.

>>2751970
> “Throwing a tantrum won’t get you what you want.”

>>2751970
>> Ignore Winona, acquire tanks.

>>2751970
>“Look, it was really clumsy and none of us knew what we were doing. It wasn’t romantic.”

It lasted from 7:31 to 7:43 and that includes the time it took to eat the pizza

>>2751970
>Ignore Winona, acquire tanks.

Hope there is one more vote, need to find internet to upload image.

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Bar internet acquired.

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>>2752077

> “Look, it was really clumsy and none of us knew what we were doing. It wasn’t romantic.”
> Ignore Winona, acquire tanks.

“Look, it was clumsy, and none of us knew what we were doing. It wasn’t romantic.” Winona blinks, staring at you. Hmph. You look back at the screen and see Rosehip repeatedly ramming a King Tiger’s rear, trying to knock it out since her gun is disabled.

“Hey!” shouts Winona. “You can’t just leave it at that! How clumsy was it? Did he like… Did he try to put it in and he like… missed?” You roll your eyes, continuing to watch the screen. “Come on, Ellie! I want more details! More! More!” Nope. “Aww! Come on! You can’t do this to me! I’m curious!”

Ingrid looks back. “Winona. You ever hear the saying curiosity killed the cat?”

“I’m not gonna die,” says Winona. “I just want to know what sex with Jock is like, that’s all.” She twiddles her fingers, staring at you. “Come on, Ellie. I’ll be a good girl! I’ll- I won’t ever ask about sex again if you tell me this one time! I’ll make sure to keep Cuddles in his terrarium too! And I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning for the next month! And I’ll make sure I hit every target in the matches!” She clutches the side of the bunk. “Please, you must enlighten me with your knowledge!”

And with that, Orange Pekoe grabs the killing blow on the Kuromorimine flag tank. Damn. You missed most of the match. Oh well. Stack munches on some cake as she switches channels. “Welp, guess Saint Gloriana’s advancing then.”

“Yeah,” says Ingrid.

“Please, Ellie! I beg of you! Share your knowledge with us! With me!” Winona grabs Cuddles and holds him out to you. “With Cuddles!” Cuddles flicks his tongue out, slowly wrapping around Winona’s wrists.

> “Welp, I’m going to sleep, night.”
> “Fine. Just this once. And no more.”
> “I already told you. It was clumsy.”
> Other

>>2752111
>> “Fine. Just this once. And no more.”

>>2752111
>“Fine. Just this once. And no more.”

>>2752111
>> “Welp, I’m going to sleep, night.”

winwin bullying is our right

>>2752111
>> “Welp, I’m going to sleep, night.”

>>2752111
>“I already told you. It was clumsy.”
>Why is this so important too you?

Maybe we can turn this back on her

> “Fine. Just this once. And no more.”

You kind of just want to go to sleep. But, Winona won’t ever stop bothering you if you don’t tell her. So you decide to motion for her to come closer. “Just this once and no more.” She immediately slides in next to you, offering her ear. You cup your hands between her ear and your mouth and whisper into her ear. You tell her everything.

Everything.

Winona blinks, her face slowly creeping into an intense blush as Stack, Ingrid, and Josephina look at you two. If Winona were a tea kettle, she’d be whistling to signal that she’s ready to pour. You keep on telling her however.

Until finally you say, “And yeah, that’s what happened.”

Winona kneels down next to you, frozen, stunned. “That…” She shudders, hugging herself. “Ellie, how- you-“ She sees you’ve already crawled into bed. “Ellie!”

“I’m going to sleep, night.”

Stack looks at Winona. “What was that about? What’d she say?”

Winona says, “My virgin ears. That was just-… my word!”

You sigh. Hopefully that puts an end to it.

Or makes it worse. You don’t care. It’s time to sleep.

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>>2752210
Welp that's it for tonight. Hope you all enjoyed. No smut tonight. Maybe next time. Probably won't be back next weekend because I have things to do but we'll see what happens.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel
And if you ever feel like shooting the shit with me, you can hit me up in my discord: https://discord.gg/9e9yvfv

See you next time.

Good stuff boss

>>2752211
Thanks for the naughty fun, boss

>>2752210
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0O6mC9tFP1A