The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... hour before she had to pee. She then went through the second hour without a break. Amanda appeared a few minutes before she finished the last session. “All done,” she said, as session four completed, “Nice job, Tori. Most of the girls get so bored they tend to take longer breaks,” “I like to get things done,” Tori said. It had felt good to finish faster than most of the girls. That was what she was used to. “You've got two free hours starting in about ten minutes, so you're welcome to do whatever you'd like. I'll need you to meet me back here promptly at 2:00, though. I'll show you around to where you'll meet for your therapy sessions, and introduce you to the therapists.” “Okay,” Tori agreed. With a smile, Amanda left her in her room. Now that she was no longer occupied with the program, she wasn't sure how to fill her time. With her mind free, she realized that her little pussy was aching for attention again, but she was determined not to get herself off like a little slut again. She needed to do something to take her mind off it. Maybe she could go to the workout room. It would probably feel good to get some time in the gym. She'd been neglecting it the last week with everything that had been going on. Carefully, she opened her door and poked her head out. She was still scared of running into anyone, and going out by herself, but she'd have to overcome that fear some time. She stepped outside into the hall, and didn't drop dead, so she took that as a good first step. She ...

... retraced her steps from earlier in the day, went down the hallway, and passed the common room. The free period had attracted a lot of girls to the room, and she quickly hurried past it. She walked down the next hall and found the gym. It looked deserted, which suited her just fine. A variety of workout equipment was spread across the large room. She couldn't decide what to do first. She walked around looking at the machines. She passed several weight machines, some ellipticals, and in the back found some treadmills. Now running, that was something she could do. She checked out one of the machines, fiddled with the controls, and started at a walk. The program gradually increased the speed of the treadmill, and soon enough she lost herself in the run. Before she knew it she was sweating, and it felt good. Her feet pounded the treadmill, the repetition familiar. She could easily imagine that she was back at school, taking time in the gym to work on her cardio. This was right. This was who she was. She was a track star! She was gold medal material! The program slowly decreased her speed, and after a few minutes she was jogging, and then back to a walk. Her legs were burning, but it was a welcome feeling. This was exactly what she needed to pour out her frustration at the unfairness of it all. When the machine came to a stop, she was panting and covered in sweat. Her long blonde hair was soaked, and her chest heaved from the exertion. She stepped off the treadmill, and when she ...