Nope!

You sigh with relief when you quickly search your way down to the kitchen and find that no one is home. Now in the kitchen you raid it for anything that will keep in your room for the next two days.

Though already you are starting to feel some anxious arousal. Just how bad is it going to be by day two?

You shake the thought for now and grab what you can before rushing back to your room. Now you have to think of way to make sure that Gwen doesn't come bother you only to find a what would look like a teenage pornstar in her brother's room. You decide on pretending to be sick and hope that will be enough. Going to wear you left your phone, you find that Gwen has left you a message.

*Hey John not gunna be home going 2 party with friends at bf cabin. Gone all weekend. Later.*

She isn't going to be home all weekend! Score! The house is yours and you just need to keep yourself at home until this whole freaky thing blows over...

...

You can't believe it.

It's only been, like, three hours since you huddled up on your bed and you are literally starting to soak through your sweatpants with how wet your pussy is.

You can't take it anymore. You cram both your hands into your waistband and start to jill your pussy. God, does it feel amazing! You fall back on the bed and writhe around. You can feel it, holy cow you can feel it, you're so close. You're going to cum so fucking hard, you can hardly focus on how loudly you are moaning.

You're right there!

...and nothing happens.

What?

You could feel it though. You were about to cum and then...it was gone. The aching arousal is still there though. The need to cum is still there, and the you realize.

The fucker on the phone is somehow stopping you from having an orgasm.

Fuck.