Day 1: already

Taylor was so used to regular orgasms that one edging session was already having an impact.

In her first class, she couldn't focus at all. She failed entirely to take notes, and if asked would not have been able to give even a summary of what the professor was talking about. She spent the entire session thinking about cumming - sneaking off to the bathroom to cum, putting her fingers between her legs to cum right here in class, begging a classmate to get her off. Every time she tried to pull away from her daydreams and focus on the lecture, her achy wet cunt pulled her back in.

Her second class was less miserable. She took...some notes, though when it came time to study for her next test Taylor knew she'd be cursing herself for their brevity. Every once in a while over the course of the class she found herself rocking in her seat, the thought of sitting on a dildo or cock idly in the back of her mind. It even occurred to her, toward the end of class as she made yet another note to the effect of "look up this concept later" because she'd missed the definition the professor gave, that she could maybe go to office hours? See if she could get some help from him? Maybe he could help her catch up? Or maybe he could bend her over his desk? He was a chubby man in his mid-40s, but maybe he had a big dick...

Suddenly everyone was packing up to leave, and Taylor realized class had come to a close. Face bright red, she tried to clear her mind of the fantasy and gathered her things. Leaving the classroom, her legs carried her without thought to the nearest restroom. She needed to touch herself so bad.

She shut herself in a stall and leaned against the wall, hand shooting under her dress as fast as she could manage. God, she was so wet. She thrust three fingers inside her pussy immediately, with the other hand alternating between rubbing her clit and pinching her nipple through the thin material of her dress. Her head was swimming in hormones, and she found herself edging again and again. Eventually, she had to abandon her clit and nipples and instead clamp her hand over her mouth, as she kept letting little moans escape.

Knees wobbly, she sank to the floor at one point, never stopping her fingering. Eventually, panting, with a little mess of grool on the floor between her legs, Taylor finally pulled her fingers free of her cunt. She had no idea how many times she'd edged - a dozen, at least - but it finally felt like it had taken the edge off her horniness. She spent a minute catching her breath, cleaned up her pussy and thighs with toilet paper, and left the bathroom to get on with her afternoon.

She was expected to hang out with some friends tonight. She could cancel, she supposed...but she didn't want to spend this whole month not socializing just because she was horny. Eventually, she'd have to spend time with people while pent up. She might as well practice now.