I woke up late, sleeping through my blaring alarm since I was so exhausted. When I moved to turn it off my body screamed in defiance, I was sore everywhere. I finally rolled out of bed, feeling crusty and dirty, grabbed my robe and went to take a shower. The hot water felt great as I washed away the remains of my adventures the day before. Reaching for my razor reminded me I wanted to shave my pubic hair away and thought about how to exactly do that. It was thick, coarse and took a lot of time and effort to remove it without having trimmed it before with something. It was also hard to see, especially between my lips and around the sensitive folds. As I shaved I noticed rather quickly that my poor little pussy was sore from the brutal fuck last night. I had to be gentle and that took longer along with having to clean the razor over and over, but as the water started going cold I finished up, inspecting my work with my hands. It was smooth, sensitive and I like it.
Getting out I admired my new look in the mirror after wiping the fog away. It looked good, really good. The only hair left on my body was eyebrows and the top of my head. I couldn't take long admiring myself, I was running really late now since I took extra time in the shower, but I liked what I saw and seemed to gain more confidence from the small change. After I dressed and prepared for school I found Mom in the kitchen drinking coffee alone. Drake still hadn't made an appearance which was okay by me. I think he was smart enough not to let on about us, not that it mattered. I didn't particularly want the guy back and if Mom found out what I did with him last night she would never take him back. I almost told her then and there but changed my mind at the last second. I only had time enough to grab a banana and juice box before the horn honked for me outside. I said bye to Mom and left the house for school.
I got in the backseat of the car since I was the last to be picked up and quickly said hi to my three friends. I was starving and began peeling the banana and that's when it happened. The phallic shape triggered my condition and without caring who was watching, I deep throated the banana before actually biting it.
"Holy shit! Did you guys see that? Did you see what Suzy just did to that banana?" Rebecca screamed from the front driver's seat.
She must have seen me in the rear view mirror. None of the others had seen it, since they were messing with their phones. Rebecca didn't waste any time telling them how I had just given the lucky fruit a blowjob. Vicky and Tina of course wanted a demonstration, which I was glad to accommodate with the rest of the banana I hadn't eaten.
"Damn, I didn't know you could do that," Tina said.
"Yeah, well there's probably a lot you don't know about me," I responded, biting the banana and swallowing.
"You ever done it to a guy?" Vicky asked.
"Maybe, wouldn't you like to know?" I said, grinning.
"She has, she totally has, I can tell!" screamed Rebecca.
"You've got to tell us who and when?" Vicky added.
"No I don't."
"So much for being a lesbo!" Tina hollered.
They tried the rest of the drive to school to get me to tell them who and the details but I didn't share the truth or even make something up. It was better for them to just wonder. Once at school they dropped it and we went our separate ways. I was in trouble early. The damn banana had already caused my mind to wander to all things cock. I didn't get it. I should be content and good for weeks after the pounding I took last night but I wasn't.
Walking down the halls I checked out all the guys I passed, looking at their crotches to see if I could tell how big they were. In class, objects around me I'd never thought about before as phalluses became such, making my mind think about what they might feel like inside of me. I knew I was sick, that I had a serious problem, but try as I might I could not stop. I found cocks in the carpet, on the walls, ceiling tiles anything with a pattern in it I found something that resembled a penis. Each class got worse; it was like something building inside of me. I just wanted it more and more and couldn't wait until school was out so I could go home and at least play with my toy.
In math class I ignored Mr. Gilles looks, watching the clock slowly tick away more than paying attention to class. As soon as the bell rang I was up and on my way out of class when I heard him call my name. I stopped, turning around perturbed.
"Ms. Gilbert may I have a word?" he said as everyone else got to leave.
I reluctantly walked to his desk, dreading what he was going to say. I was sure it was about what we did the day before.
