On top of everything I'm getting bloated. This is going to be the mother of all periods, Lana thought to herself. This was beyond anything she could credit to her menstrual cycle, though. She could feel her bra straps digging into her flesh and around her hips and behind, her jeans were horribly binding. Actually, Lana thought, this couldn't possible be bloating; the wrong parts of me are swollen.
Oddly, Lana found herself unable to suppress a slight giggle at her little error in logic. How had she managed to confuse this strange new feeling with something that happened to her every month? And why was that funny? She didn't care and giggled again. God, I'm horny! Lana thought to herself. Hadn't she just masturbated?
The thought of heading back to the girls' washroom seemed unappealing. She would head home and deal with seeing a doctor later. She couldn't wait to get into bed. Although she told herself that she needed sleep, she knew that the moment she slipped between the covers, her hands would be peeling off her jeans and touching her soaking pussy.
As she walked out the double doors at the front of the school, Lana reached down to touch her crotch. Just as she feared, even the outside of her jeans felt a trifle wet. It was all she could do not to touch herself again; her cunt had responded to that touch, sending shivers up her spine. She found herself practically running home to Chloe's, eagerly anticipating the moment she would peel off her jeans again and reach inside... Lana couldn't believe where the day had gone. She wasn't sure how long it had been going on but she realized that she must have been masturbating for hours as she heard Chloe letting herself in. Fortunately, she had just cum for the -- she wasn't sure how many times she had orgasmed -- twelfth? time. She quickly leapt up from where she had been panting in post-orgasmic afterglow on the bed and slammed the bedroom door. She began rooting through her closet for something to wear.
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