EDP

I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur.

"Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Thompson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests really.

"What happened?" I asked, still groggy and trying to sit up. "No, no. Lay back down. You passed out and we ran some tests." She began in a somber tone. That doesn't sound good.

"Well, the tests concluded that you're an Erection Dependent Person, or a Three Hourer as you probably know them." She informed me.

I gulped. I had seen films about EDP before, well porn, but still. I'm a chubby, awkward nerd. There's no way that girls are going to fall over themselves to fuck me, right?

I was taken away from musing my eventual **** by the sound of an alarm beeping. "Ah, that would be the alarm that your three hours is coming up." Mrs. Thompson said and started to strip down.

"Woah, woah!" I yelped out and put my hands out to get her to stop, which she did. "You're going to need..." She started. "Yeah, I know.... Could I get, like another student to help me though?" I practically begged while trying not to look at the woman old enough to be my grandma who was about to fuck me.

"Do you have any one in particular in mind? You'd better hurry, the three hour mark is almost here." She warns.