Pretty Little Addict: Ruining the School Belle

My name was Heidi McFarrell. On the way to the campus clinic with my boyfriend, Michael Buckley, the urges overwhelmed me again. It felt like countless snakes wriggling inside me. The itch was unbearable.

My eyes glazed over. I pressed my legs tightly together, searching Michael's face for help. "You little slut," he muttered under his breath.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. In the beginning, Michael had always indulged my impulses, but as time passed, he simply couldn't cope. He picked up a can from the ground and handed it to me. "Deal with it yourself."

The can, though, wasn't quite long enough. Speechless, Michael returned to the trash bin and dug out a bottle for me.

I stepped into a small grove. After slipping off my pants, I was ready. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind. I thought it was Michael.

Panting, I spun around—only to find it wasn't him. I tried to push the man away and run, but his grip was tight. I screamed for Michael, but there was no answer.

In a grove this quiet and empty, there was no way he couldn't hear me. Suddenly, a memory struck me—a few days ago, he had talked about setting me up with another man. It seemed all too possible that he had sent this one on purpose.

The bottle was still inside me, and after all the frantic movement, my body had turned to jelly. I quickly lost the strength to resist.

The man took the chance to pin me down. In my fear and shock, I swung at him weakly.

Just as he was about to undo his pants, I grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and smeared it across his face. I hadn't aimed carefully, and it landed straight in his eyes.

He slapped me hard and shouted at me for being a hypocrite. Hearing the commotion, Michael hurried over.

"Man, your girlfriend's a freaking whore. She almost blinded me. You should leave her and find someone better." The man threw 50 dollars on the ground before storming off in a fury.

Michael helped me to my feet and asked if I was okay. I felt a stab in my chest, and tears streamed down my face again.

"How can you even ask that? Isn't this your fault? What kind of boyfriend would do something like this? Not only did you let another man take advantage of me, but you even gave him money. You're such a jerk."

Michael didn't think he was in the wrong. "It's all because of that insatiable desire of yours!" he snapped. "You can't control yourself for even a second. Don't you spend every moment of the day begging me to satisfy you?

"Finals are just around the corner. Are you even planning to study? You might as well give up if you're failing every single exam!"

With that, Michael spun on his heel and stormed away. I wiped away my tears and hurried to follow him. I knew this was my fault. The fact that he hadn't ended things yet proved just how patient he was.

I silently hoped the campus doctor could treat me; if not, I'd have to grab a needle and stitch myself up. Before long, we reached the campus clinic, but to my shock, it was a man who came to meet me.

Even though I was no longer a virgin, there was no way I could let a male doctor examine something so private.

Just as I was about to step away, Michael held onto my hand. "If you don't take care of this, I might have to rethink our relationship."

I couldn't bear the thought of breaking up with him, so I stayed put.

I had been too stunned to pay attention at first, but now I found myself stealing glances at the doctor. Jerry Lambert looked handsome, and his physique was striking.

The white coat fit snugly over his muscular frame. At the same time, the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose lent him a disciplined, ascetic air.

I was so captivated by him that I barely registered the conversation between him and Michael. Then, Michael said, "Dr. Lambert, I'll head out for now. I'm entrusting my girlfriend to you."

What? Why wasn't Michael staying with me? The words "I'm entrusting my girlfriend to you" came out in a disturbingly suggestive way.

After Michael left, Jerry asked me what was wrong. Even though it was difficult to speak about, I forced myself to be honest. He didn't look the least bit surprised.

I asked if there was any medication for my condition, but he said he needed to examine me first. Feeling nervous, I pointed to the bed and asked if I should lie down.

"It's okay, I want to take a quick look first." With that, Jerry crouched down and started to undo my pants. Startled, I grabbed his hand without thinking. "What are you doing?"

Frowning slightly, he said, "How am I supposed to examine you without taking your pants off?" I felt my face flush instantly. This doctor was way too audacious.

Embarrassed, I stammered, "I-I'll do it myself." Suppressing my shame, I undid my pants, exposing my long, smooth thighs.

I could hear Jerry swallow. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he felt something for me?

Without warning, he lifted one of my legs and leaned underneath for a closer look. As his hair grazed me, a sharp, electric shiver ran from my head to my toes.

I lost all control, and fluid pooled between my thighs.