After Learning How to Orgasm, I Learned How to do it Discreetly

After that night that Megan taught me how to make myself cum I became a regular fiend about it. It was like once my clit had been awoken I just couldn't help myself. Those last few days of summer I spent hours holed up in my room ferociously grinding on my pillows, the edge of my mattress, and one deliciously firm stuffed penguin whose name I changed from Pengy to James. At dinner one night that week my mother asked me why I was suddenly in my room so much, I made up a lie about all the summer reading I'd forgotten to do and she bought it. And so I was left alone the rest of the week, no one any the wiser that I was blissfully grinding out 10 orgasm a day or more.

Except Megan, who laughed at my orgasm-fogged brain when we'd talk on the phone each night.

"Be careful Rosie, you're body is going to get used to cumming 10 times a day and we start school in two days. You're not going to be able to do that at school," she warned.

"I'll be fine," I laughed. "I'll slow down once school starts. I just spent so much time so horny, I feel like I'm make up for it now."

The morning of the first day of school I woke up just a little earlier than normal so that I would have time for a good morning cum before I got ready. I figured that would hold me over until I got home. When I met Megan at the bus stop she smiled, "Hey stranger, haven't seen you in a while."

"Shut up," I giggled. "You had to know that would happen after you showed me."

"Yeah, I pretty much expected it," she laughed. "So did you calm down a bit, though?"

"Uh...not really."

"Rosie! How many times did you cum yesterday?!"

I blushed, "Eleven."

"Oh shit, Rose," she said, looking a mixture of impressed and concerned, "Well, today will be interesting."

"Megan, I'll be fine," I scoffed, but as we boarded the bus, part of me started to worry.

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Oh god, was Megan ever right. By the time I met up with her at lunch I was on the verge of tears I was so horny. The level of frustration I felt was beyond the agony I had experienced before I ever knew about cumming. Now, now I was aching and soaked and I knew how to fix it but I couldn't. I could smell my horny pussy through my jeans, and my nipples were at full attention. I'd gotten more than one interested look from guys in my classes. My body was begging me to cum but I still had three more hours of school. It was torture.

"I told you," Megan said as we sat down with our sandwiches, but she said it sympathetically.

I just groaned and put my head on the table. I couldn't even really eat. I was so horny that I wasn't even hungry.

Why dont you just go in the bathroom and rub yourself? She whispered.

I cant, I whined, Ive never done it that way and I dont really feel comfortable touching it with my fingers.

Well, it looks like youll have to wait til you get home then.

By the time I got home that afternoon, I was in a frenzy. I bust through the door and marched straight to my room, muttering something about homework to my mom. I shut my door, tore off my pants, flung myself onto my bed, crammed a pillow between my legs, and began to hump frantically. It only took maybe 15 seconds before the first orgasm shot through me. My legs trembled and I gasped in relief as my pussy spasmed and pleasure flowed through me. As it subsided, I thought for a brief moment about Megan's suggestion that I taper myself to avoid the problem I'd had at school today. But the orgasm was so hot, I thought just one more. Three hours and seven more orgasms later I knew I was fucked for tomorrow.

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It went on like that all week. I'd be unbearably horny all day at school, and then by the time I'd get home I'd be insatiably horny and spend hours unable to control myself. I lost count of how many times I came that week, but I wound up losing 3 pounds from the aggressive and long cardio I was essentially putting my body through each afternoon humping away. I would also wake up each morning with sore leg and glute muscles, as if I had run several miles the day before.

By the time Friday rolled around I was scared that this was the way the whole school year was going to go. Id never be able to concentrate. My uncontrollable pussy was going to get me flunked out of school. I told Megan I was concerned, and she once again suggested I learn to rub my clit with my fingers, but for whatever reason I just couldn't convince myself to do it at that time. I was scared. And it took a few years and a boy finally rubbing it for me to convince me to touch it. For the time being, I was going to stick to humping. Or so I thought. But I was soon to find out that there were even other ways.

That afternoon, I was in my usually miserably horny state when I walked into English class. It was my second to last class of the day and I was dreading it. Not only because I was so painfully aroused by this point, but because James the boy I'd had a crush on was in the class and as my luck would have it, was seated right in front of me, which made it even worse. I had to sit behind him trying not to think about my aching pussy. Except that thinking about how much I wanted to kiss every inch of his body, about how I'd love to straddle him and grind against him until I came, about how sexy he looked with his slightly shaggy blonde hair and summer tan. And the worst part was how damn good he smelled a mixture of cologne and his own sweet scent. Every deep breath I took of him made my pussy drip wetness. I couldn't focus to save my life. I just needed the day to end and to get home.

I was so uncomfortable I started fidgeting. Tapping my foot. Leaning back. Bending forward. Anything to find a position that might alleviate some of the agony. Nothing worked. That is, until I crossed my legs. I'd put my right leg crossed over my left and shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable, when that familiar tickle of pleasure pulsed through my clit. Something about the way my thighs had squeezed together when I moved was enough. I squeezed my thighs again gently and had to do everything to stop myself from gasping as I realized I may have found the answer to my problem. I began squeezing rhythmically, as gently as I could so I wouldn't look strange, and my pussy went from agonizingly achy to inching closer to cumming. Every deep breath I took in James amazing smell and clenched, the pressure and pleasure building. His scent began to mix with the scent of my wet pussy as it drifted through my jeans. I shifted again and this time the seam of my jeans came into direct contact with my clit and I did gasp, which I tried to turn into a cough. James turned and asked if I was alright. It took all of my control to nod yes because my clit was throbbing, seconds away from orgasm. I must have looked a little flushed, but he just smiled and turn back to the front, as our teacher Mr. Jones explained MLA format to the classroom of 25 students and I was on the verge of cumming in the room with all of them. With the seam pressed against my clit, I continued clenching but couldn't quite get over the edge. I could feel myself start to sweat just a little as I squeeze my pussy and thighs, trying to be as discreet as I could but all the while begging my body each time to finally cum. It took about a minute more of desperate, subtle squeezing, and then finally I started bouncing my foot a little bit each time and that is what did it. I took a final deep breath of James intoxicating scent, held it, squeezed my thighs and bounced my foot.

And then I came. My pussy clenched and clenched as I felt a gush of juices rush from me. Waves of bliss rocketed from my clit through my whole body as I sat there, white knuckled and holding my breath, trying not to let my body move and tip anyone off. I could feel the amazing pulsing contractions in my gut and it was everything, I mean everything, I could do not to shriek in pleasure.
When it ended, I sat there trembling and slowly let out the breath I'd been holding. I was light headed and completely in a daze. I had just cum, in a classroom of 25 other students and sitting right behind the boy I was infatuated with, and looking around no one was even paying attention to me. I'd done it completely secretly. I couldnt wait to tell Megan.