Uncontrollable Addiction

I woke up this morning with a sore body after yesterday’s full day of ballet practice. My thigh, my core, my waist…every part of my body is in pain, but this pain calms me down. This is the only time that I could feel full control of my body. I stand in the bathroom after showering, looking into the full-height mirror. Even though it's my own body, and I’ve stared at it for thousands of times, I’m still sometimes impressed by how perfect it is - the curved shape, just the right sized breasts and butt. I can’t help myself to grasp my breasts, knowing how much pleasure it will bring me… “Library session with Jacob”, my phone suddenly buzzed with a reminder notice. I had to stop what I was doing and quickly get ready. Jacob is my closest friend. Our family knows each other quite well, so we pretty much grew up together. We went to the same primary, middle and high school, and have been through each other’s whole childhood. Now we both study at this well-recognized, top-ranking university, but I am in a ballet performance major while he’s in medicine. Such a typical American elite education career path, I thought. His parents own a private healthcare center, only providing services to the country’s most wealthy people, and Jacob will surely start taking over the business after he graduates. “Ding—” My doorbell rings and Jacob has already arrived to pick me up. When I come downstairs, Jacob is waiting in his car with the passenger side door already open. “You look stunning today, Gia.” Jacob looks into my eyes, leans towards me and fastens my seat belt. He’s always like that, taking care of me as best as he can. I am so used to this, so I don’t even realize how much attention he has given to me and how intimate we actually are. “Same to you!” I said. This statement could not be more correct. He is 6’4, with a well-trained body, which you can tell even with his black shirt on. As far as I know, Jacob is probably the most popular guy in the university. So many girls have been trying to reach out to him, I was even begged a couple of times by some of them to pass on their contact details. Jacob takes a glance at my short skirt then takes off his jacket to cover my laps. He turns off the warm air con and rolls his sleeves up to his elbow. I somehow feel a bit thirsty while he’s doing so, not sure whether that’s because of the warm aircon, the fresh scent of his perfume, or his beautiful arm muscles. I have to admit the fact that Jacob is really attractive. I truly believe Jacob is a good guy to date with if that accident has never happened… ————— I knew from a very young age that I had an abnormally intense s****l desire. Small things like watching kissing scenes in a TV show would turn me on and make me dripping wet. I know this is more like a physical thing, my body is just extra sensitive compared with others. I do not want anyone in my family to know this. Being brought up in a strict family environment, my parents have always expected me to become a “successful” or “prominent” figure. This type of person certainly should not be a s*x addict. I don’t think my parents will have enough empathy to understand my condition. I cannot risk myself being treated like a freak, or some kind of weirdo, and being sent to a mental therapist, or even psychiatrist. So, even though I know naturally how to masturbate and please myself, to control my desire, the biggest thing that I would do is massage my p***y lips slowly, till I eventually cannot hold it and c*m. Even this type of not that intense orgasm could give me so much pleasure, I could not imagine how much pleasure a real s*x would bring me. Ballet can help with my condition. I had never thought about becoming a professional ballerina until I realized this. The physical desire fades a little when I exhaust my body with all the hard and tiring training sessions. That helps me to act normally like all other girls at school. I was almost going to think Ballet was going to help hide my condition forever, until that accident happened. ————— Three years ago, high school. It was just a normal day with my regular after-hour ballet session with the instructor and a few other girls. That session focused specifically on hip-opening and stretching movements. I started noticing something was wrong with my body while I continued doing these movements, the heat slowly built up in between my legs - the strange feeling making me panicked. It was already too late before I realized that was my body's last warning. I used all my rationality to complete the session without acting weird, all I needed at that point was to have s*x, or at least something that could release my desire. “Gia, why is your face blushing? Are you okay?” I heard someone saying this to me, but I simply just could not respond anymore. Quickly shaking my head, I ran out of the dance practice room. I had nowhere to go but the Head Prefect’s Office. I was the high school’s Head Prefect, and all the useless prefect privileges now become so critical. At least I have a private space to quickly satisfy my thirsty body… I was half lying on the couch and found my ballet one-piece leotard had already gone wet. I gasped and used my fingers to rub my c**t and p***y lips. I couldn’t stop shivering as the huge pleasure was drowning me, making myself almost breathless, “Aaah..” I didn’t even know that I was moaning, until - “Gia? I knocked but no one answered...” THAT IS JACOB!! What? Why is Jacob here? He’s the deputy head prefect, he has his own office, WHY IS HE HERE?? Maybe he left something in my office… All of a sudden, tons of thoughts went through my mind. Clearly, Jacob didn’t expect all of this at all. He stood still and almost forgot how he should react. It is not surprising that Jacob’s mind had gone completely blank, as he was right in front of a pretty girl in her leotard, with one hand grabbing her breasts, the other hand down there, and legs half open. I was pretty sure at that point my brain went completely dysfunction, because I clearly heard myself saying “Ja..Jacob, aaah, come..come here.”