Pamela, As She Looks For Sex (Alternative)

Pamela was convinced that if she were born a man, she'd have the worst case of blue balls right now.

Two months - that's how long it's been since the olive-skinned girl last had sex. Two months since she's felt the sweet relief of having a man cover her in semen, triggering her own release, and feeling her sexual tension fade away in warm bliss. It consumed her thoughts, to the point where getting off became her single focus.

She was almost late for class this morning, her fingers too busy exploring the depths of her pussy.

Like Bianca, she had woken up that morning horny and wanting sex. Unlike Bianca, she didn't have the luxury of having a boyfriend at her beck and call. It was part of the reason why Pamela had been so focused on Alex lately, the cute boy in her class - she wanted to get off.

It wasn't easy being a girl. When your only hope for sexual salvation is to let a guy cum either in or on you, you quickly give up on trying to hide your promiscuity.

It was also why Pamela had made men more open with their sexual needs. She'd always answer any questions regarding sex, in return the least a man could do was be honest and approach her when they wanted to get laid.

Yet, in two months, Pamela had gotten nowhere with her quest for sex. As a girl who had been called an "exotic beauty" in the past, this entire situation truly baffled her. Yet, that morning, as she begrudgingly removed her fingers from her naked pussy and left for class, Pamela was seriously hoping that her overall luck would change.

That was a false hope.

It was already difficult going through the day with nipples that were constantly poking into her bra, a fact that further accented why she enjoyed being naked at home, but having to continuously ignore her slick, wet pussy made the day almost unbearable.

She was nearly convinced that every guy around her could tell how horny she was. As Pamela made her way from class to class, she avoided eye contact with her fellow male peers, not wanting them to know the truth about why she was so shy and flustered today.

It all came to a head during her final class of the day - the one she shared with Alex. She had it all planned out: she'd sit next to him as per usual, going out of her way to pay extra attention to him. Once settled, she'd steer the conversation into a sexual light; she was always more than happy to talk about her sex life (or lack thereof), and hoped to put him in a position where he could be honest with her about his feelings. It was there that he dropped the ball on her ...

He wasn't interested in pursuing things beyond the friendship they already had.

His words absolutely shattered her, the hope she had for getting laid quickly vanishing before her eyes. Pamela could have sworn she heard her pussy cry out with how empty it felt. For the rest of the day, she couldn't focus on class material.

By the time Pamela made it home that night, her thoughts were consumed by sex. Thomas' vehicle was still in the driveway, so she didn't strip naked after coming home. But, she visibly sighed with relief when her rock-hard nipples were released from their cottony prison and her hands never left the comforts of her waistband after taking off her skirt, her digits seeking her needy entrance.

It wasn't long before Pamela stood in her panties in front of the World Processor, fingers buried inside her wet undergarments. Her mind was clouded and sex-filled. She needed release! What was so wrong with her that made Alex not want her? What was she doing wrong? How could she fix it? How could she make him want to have sex with her?

With that thought, she had decided to make her change for the day ...

0002: Pamela is Alex Ulvar's ideal lover.

Then she pressed enter and changed, but into what?