No, she has to talk to the coach first

My teammates were furious ... and fascinated. They demanded to know what had caused my sudden bout of arousal, and I struggled to find an excuse for throwing the game. Which is worse, I thought, _letting them think I just couldn't help myself this one time or informing them that I have a permanent condition of periodic horniness? _Basically, I told them I didn't know what had come over me, and I apologized profusely.

"It won't happen again," I promised. At least, I hope so...

Coach Summerville had instructed me to find him in his office when the team was done changing. He looked up from his computer as I entered and told me to sit down and explain myself.

"Um, can I close the door?" I asked.

"I'm really not supposed to," he said.

"It's just ... really private. Please?" I begged. He relented, and I closed the door, secluding the two of us in his office.

"Please, Coach Summerville," I said. "Please don't tell anyone else. I'm just so embarrassed." He waited for me to continue. "I recently had an operation. It's a kind of, well, a kind of plastic surgery. You know. To enhance me." Another pause. "Sexually."

His face was stony, and he remained silent. I'd always appreciated that Coach Summerville was firm but fair, and he always let the players voice their thoughts before he made any major decision. I was grateful for the chance to explain.

I continued, "Only there was a problem with the operation. I'm on this two-hour cycle now. Every two hours, I can't help it. My body simply... needs..." This was excruciating. "It needs.... to orgasm." I rushed to finish my explanation. "So that's why I had to keep running to the bathroom, and that's why I couldn't help myself during the game. I'm sorry!" The embarrassment of the afternoon mixed with the shame of confessing this to my coach brought me to tears, and I quietly cried in his office.