A mortifying volleyball game

I had to tell Amanda, Karishma, and Candy everything. I explained about the pheromones and how anyone attracted to women would be drawn to my sensitive pussy. This would be a constant, low-grade attraction until my orgasm clock struck - then the compulsion to pleasure me would become irresistible. I apologized for not sharing all this earlier, but I still don't think Amanda and Karishma were satisfied with the situation.

Candy, for her part, had to explain her private sexuality. We'd never known her to be attracted to women, and she explained she preferred men but obviously could get turned on by the end right lady. I'd been attracted to Candy for years now, and I wondered if--and how--this new development was going to affect our relationship.

Speaking of Candy, she and I had volleyball that day. We had a game at 3:00, so our hardass Coach Summerville was demanding an 11:30 practice beforehand. After our little "family meeting," then, Candy and I headed for the gym.

After warmups, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I tried to muffle my moans for my secret 12:10 orgasm. I came back during the lunch break and ate hurriedly before getting back to work.

Two hours later, sweaty and tired, I ran off the court to hit the bathroom again. Once again, I had a private fap-party in the locker room, and when I returned, Coach Summerville asked if I was OK.

"Of course," I stammered. "Why do you ask?"

Coach Summerville spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. "You keep sprinting off the court like you can't control yourself. Are you having urgency issues? Are you not able to control your bladder anymore, Stacy?"

"No, no, that's not it--"

"Good," he interrupted me. "Next time, don't leave in the middle of a play. Or I'll have to get you some diapers."

The other girls laughed, and I half-heartedly joined in to pretend like I appreciated his mean joke. Candy gave me a knowing look with a raised eyebrow.

The next couple hours were brutal. We drilled and drilled some more, and then we divided into teams for a practice game. I was playing hard, and doing pretty well, to try to make up for my embarrassment earlier.

At 3:00, our actual game began against another college team. Our matches never attracted much attention, though there were several dozen people in the stands.

The match was tight and I was playing even better than usual when suddenly I realized I had forgotten to excuse myself! I glanced at the gym wall clock after spiking the ball and saw that it was just now 4:10! We were in the middle of a play and Coach Summerville, not to mention my teammates, would not appreciate my ditching.

But as the warmth in my pussy grew, I knew that wherever I was, I was about to cum.