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A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 2)

Date: 12/6/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: JBonham, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

researcher gave me earlier. My heart sinks. All I get is a voicemail. They must have closed early today. I have to wait until tomorrow. I slink back to my dorm room – I can't even walk without inflaming my burning arousal. Melanie is already back. She gives me an odd look as I come in. “Are you okay?” she asks with genuine concern in her voice. “I'm fine I mutter,” dropping my bag and slumping down on the bed. “You don't sound okay.” I don't answer. Why doesn't that bitch just mind her own business? It's a long night. I lay awake for hours, until my drowsiness finally wins out over my aching desire. The next morning comes way too quickly. I groggily reach out to my alarm clock. Its six in the morning. I'm still horny. Thank God I don't have any classes today. The clinic opens at nine. I sit up in bed, staring at the clock, desperately waiting for the minutes to slip by. I look over at Melanie – she's still asleep. Good. I dial the clinic the second the clock strikes nine. Shit, the voicemail message comes up again. I redial. Still no one picks up. I dial again. And again. And again. And again. Finally, someone answers. “Manyard clinic, this is Samantha Cross, how can I help you?” My arousal flares up. It's Sam – the blonde technician who sexually tormented me yesterday. “Umm... this is Katie, the girl from yesterday,” I say. “Hello Katie, what is going on?” she asks flatly. “I-I-I... I need to come in... please, as soon as possible!” Sam pauses for a long time before ... answering. “Are you worried you won't be able to hold back from an orgasm before your scheduled appointment?” “Yes!” I gasp. “Just a minute,” Sam puts me on hold. I listen to the stupid jingling tone for what seems like a million years. Finally, Sam returns to the phone. “Katie?” “Yes?” I answer. “How aroused are you right now?” she asks. “One being not aroused at all, and ten being in the middle of an orgasm?” “Uh... six.” I say. “Hold on,” Sam puts me on hold again. God, it feels like an eternity. “Katie?” “Yes!” I answer, trying not to sniffle into the phone. “You're in luck, there is a slot open for you to come in today. Is four in the afternoon good?” “Yes, that's fine, thank you so much!” I cry, completely overjoyed. “We will see you then,” Sam hangs up. I put the phone down. Seven hours to go. I squeeze my legs together in a pitiful attempt to fight back the rising pressure. I bite my lip desperately. Hot tears run down my face as I break down sobbing. This is so awful – I am so horny its maddening. I can't take it anymore! The rest of the morning and early afternoon are a nightmare of overwhelming desire and anticipation. All I can think about is my desperate need for sexual relief, but the more I think about what they are going to do to me at the clinic, the hornier and more miserable I get. Finally I can't take it anymore, and decide to leave – if I get there early, maybe they'll see me early. Smoothing out the wrinkles in my sun dress, I get myself ready. I don't own a ...