Chapter 2: Building Tension
The trio entered his private sanctuary—a world where the lines between teacher and student blurred, and inhibitions were shed like autumn leaves. Smells hung in the air, absorbing into the rich, aged oak walls: whiskey, cigars, and the musky scent of aroused women.
Around the room were dioramas of various sexual positions, sculptures of couples grinding together in acts that would make sailors blush, and of the female anatomy, each one painstakingly crafted by Dr. Carter himself with colorful annotations that pointed out specific features of the vagina, clitoris, and other sensitive areas for maximum pleasure.
"You've been practicing some self-discovery, I see," Sarah chirped as she assessed the craftsmanship of the displayed genitalia.
Carter chuckled, "Indeed, they don't make you a professor of of human sexuality without a little bit of homework."
He walked to the center of the room and gestured to the comfortable leather sofa.
Sarah moved first, crossing the room with her hips swaying ever so slightly. She sat down on the cushioned sofa and patted the spot next to her, gesturing to Lucy.
Lucy stood frozen in the middle of the room, still breathing heavily from her earlier experience.
Her eyes were wide, and her gaze darted from Sarah to Dr. Carter, trying to process the sensations coursing through her body. She felt like she was living in a dream, a damp and intoxicating exploration of her own emotional and physical boundaries.
Dr. Carter smiled warmly at her, "You don't have to be afraid, Lucy. I won't hurt you." He took a step closer to her, and the presence of his body felt comforting rather than intimidating.
He connected his hands to her shaky ones, and she shuddered as their palms met and fingers intertwined.
He brushed away her tears, gazing into her eyes intently. His focused attentiveness was like slipping into a sunlit pool after floating in cold water for too long.
All Lucy could muster was, "more" her body trembling in, desperate for another release, and the longing in her eyes could not be mistaken.
Carter eased Lucy toward the sofa, helping her lie back on the plush cushions. With her golden hair splayed over the armrest, Lucy looked even more delicate than usual.
Both women sat there and asked, "how were you able to do that?" Dr. Carter started speaking with a slow, measured tone, elongating each syllable.
"I can control my body's energy. When I snap my fingers, I create a wave of pleasure radiating from my hand and directed toward another person. I can increase or decrease the intensity of the sensation based on the recipient's needs."
An intensity was brewing behind Sarah's sapphire blue eyes, and a deep animalistic lust roared through Lucy's veins.
Both women sat full clothed on the couch, but the hints of arousal on their flushed cheeks hinted at their growing impatience for complete fulfillment.
Dr. Carter continued, "The energy wave moves through your body and reaches your core, triggering that intense, pleasurable reaction."
Lucy began to huff like a moose in heat, shameless about the mounting desire she felt rising within her again.
Sarah loved every minute of delay, watching Lucy burn with lust as her body mirrored the ravenous want mirrored on her own face. The seductress on the couch stretched her tan legs out, placing one dainty foot on the carpeted floor, and the thin cloth of her skirt rode up her thighs.
Sarah asked, "how powerful can this energy be?" biting her full lower lip, teasing Lucy.
Lucy observed them both quietly. Her skin felt tight, body humming with raw need, and each breath she took deepened, heavy and labored as it slipped past her swollen lips.
The dampness lingering between her legs slicked against the fabric of her panties, growing more insistent as she continued to watch Dr. Carter and Sarah.
Carter turned his gaze onto Sarah, seductively assessing her before replying, "well, on a scale from one to ten, you've experienced about a one so far. However, I can scale it up to an eight, even a ten, but I don't recommend that intensity for the uninitiated. It could be overpowering. Eight would be quite intense already."
Lucy thought of the earlier climax Carter had induced in her—it felt immense back then—but now knew that could've been just a hint of what was truly possible. She got more turned on by the prospects.
Lucy threatened to become unglued from the spot, her muscles trembling with restraint. Her flushed cheeks matched the warm pink of her swollen nipples that poked through her fitted white blouse, as if trying to escape the tight confines of their prison.
She could no longer hide her arousal, the dark patch of dampness staining the cotton fabric that covered her sex.
Lucy couldn't sit still on the couch's soft leather, as she squirmed in place, her body desperate for more of Carter's talent. Every nerve ending in her body felt awake and alive, sizzling with anticipation.
A whimpered noise escaped from Lucy as she watched Carter's seductive gaze roam over Sarah with a hunger that mirrored her own.
Lucy, breathless, croaked, "please, Dr. Carter, more of that energy, I can't bear this torment anymore!"
Her whimpers and moans grew more desperate with each second that passed. She squirmed in her seat, pulling at the hem of her clothes, aching for the fabric to disappear. She longed for him to touch her—to release her from the throbbing desire building up inside her again.
Dr. Carter's eyes glinted with desire at her pleading words. "As you wish, Lucy," he whispered.
Seemingly on cue, Carter snapped his fingers, and Lucy's world tilted again. Sarah kept her eyes focused on Dr. Carter, who exuded sexual charisma like a lion commanding his pride.
Lucy arched off the sofa, trembling as she felt that same electrifying sensations from before invade her body. The sheer hunger that emanated from Dr. Carter when he snapped his fingers left her breathless. As the energy started to wash over her, Lucy's heart pounded in her chest.
Lucy felt her hand find purchase on her breasts , massaging the already swollen peaks through her shirt. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and her body writhed on the couch, that sensitive spot between her legs screaming for a release she hadn't even realized it needed.
Lucy moaned in response as her nails dug into her own flesh.
"Oh, God!" Lucy shrieked in a mix of surprise and pleasure, feeling that warmth flooding her core, the blissful sensation traveling from her nipples to her toes in ripples of pure joy.
The orgasm built so rapidly that Lucy barely had time to register the rising tide of sensations until they broke over her, drowning her consciousness in a wave of sheer bliss.
Lucy moaned as the orgasm crested, and the tremors started to subside. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to catch her breath.
"Do you think I could try that as well?" Sarah wondered aloud, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.
Carter chuckled at her enthusiasm.
"Good things come to those who wait."
Slowly Lucy's orgasm started to subside, bringing her back into her body. A flushed luminescence glowed on her skin and the faint smile on her lips were all that remained. She could hardly keep her eyelids open, exhausted yet exhilarated by the release. Lucy burst into tears, both from the exhaustion and the overwhelming joy blooming inside her.
"That was... incredible," Lucy murmured, her breath hitching as she spoke.
But her wandering gaze caught Sarah, and she was pleasantly surprised at what she saw. Sarah looked envious; her own cheeks were flushed equally, her eyes glossy and her lips parted. Sarah wasn't a passive observer anymore--she leaned forward, eagerly seeking a similar connection.
The sheer intensity of the orgasm overwhelming her senses. She sobbed uncontrollably, shaking and unsteady, barely able to comprehend what had just swept through her body like a tempestuous storm.
Sarah looked at Lucy with a fierceness in her eyes that said she wanted what Lucy had just experienced.
"I want more," Sarah insisted, her voice husky and thick with desire.
"We'll take it slow," Carter said soothingly, "We want to make sure you're comfortable and ready for this."
With that, Sarah stood up and moved closer to Lucy. She reached out her hand, placing it gently on Lucy's sweaty moistened stomach.
Sarah's touch sent tremors rippling through Lucy's over-sensitized body, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan.
Sarah's face was flushed a deep crimson, and her breath was quick and shallow. Curiosity turned to greed, her eyes alight with passion.
Sarah wasn't content with just witnessing the explosion of lust and pleasure Lucy had experienced. She needed more. Closer. Faster. Harder.
Sarah turned back to the professor . Her eyes sparkled with lust and determination. Desire burned in her soul so hot it blistered.
Arching her back, Lucy writhed beneath Sarah’s tender touch, feasting on the mere contact of her touch. Sensing Lucy's desire, Sarah’s own flames roared higher, spreading across her body like a brush fire.
Sarah dared Dr. Carter, demanding, "I want to know what it feels like, as Lucy did."
Carter smirked and looked at both women sitting on the edge of the leather couch.
Lucy's arms were tangled in her skirt, which was now shifted up to reveal barely there black lace thong panties that matched the garter belt around her toned hips. Tears still streamed down her face, as she sat there like a melted pile of lust.
Her skin tingled, the sensations slowly subsiding, and the raw power of the orgasm that had just wracked her body left her a trembling, sensitive, mass of human flesh.
Without breaking eye contact with Sarah, Carter murmured in a deeply sensual voice, "As my dear Lucy had just found out, you too can enjoy the intensity of my energy, if you want it." Sarah’s eyes filled with a burning hunger that only intensified Lucy's cravings.
Sarah demanded, "give it to me , right here, right now, Dr. Carter! "
Carter laughed, and snapped his fingers dramatically. Sarah's gasp was drowned out by the sudden surge of energy that ignited her body.
Every nerve ending came to life, sending waves of intense pleasure cascading through her from head to toe; a sudden flurry of warmth that bloomed between her legs and coursed like a river of ecstasy. Sarah's vision darkened as the overwhelming joy consumed her thoughts, erasing the world around them until only the warmth of Dr. Carter's energy remained.
She convulsed like a marionette being pulled upwards, eyes wide and a silent scream frozen on her lips. Her hands instinctively moved in between her legs, and her fingers desperately sought the flesh that burned under her fingertips.
When that didn't work, her hands tore at her breasts, kneading them roughly, clawing at her own vulnerable flesh over her thin cotton shirt. Her nipples grew taut and hard under the rough treatment, aching to be soothed by caresses and the lips of another human.
Dr. Carter sat before Sarah, entranced by the sight of her heaving chest and swollen breasts, straining against her shirt. His gaze dropped to Sarah's flushed thighs, concealed by the hem of her short skirt, but he knew exactly what lay hidden underneath — wet, pulsating tan flesh begging for attention.
Her moans grew louder, deeper, her body no longer able to contain the raw power building up inside.
With a loud cry, she tossed her head back, arching her spine as the pleasure surged inside of her.Her muscles contracted, causing her thighs to clench together as her back arched off the couch. Sarah's legs kicked out in a mixture of shock and pleasure.
Her hands moved with urgency, kneading her own breasts, her fingers plucking and pinching at the hardened nipples that peeked through the fabric of her top.
Sarah's body started to twitch and react to her own rough treatment, her breath becoming increasingly heavy as she sucked all the air from the room. Her body begged for the touch of another human, to soothe the burning ache of pure desire.
As she moaned, Sarah parted her thighs, her shaky hands feeling her jeans. Damp spots formed where her body-heat met the thin fabric, clearly visible under the soft glow of Carter's office.
Sarah gasped, panting and writhing as she climaxed. It felt like her soul was being pulled from her very core, the pleasure searing a path down through her pelvis, legs, and toes.
Pleasure flooded Sarah's body, her entire frame shuddering uncontrollably. Her head twisted to one side, eyes rolling and stomach muscles contracting, leaving her breathless and disoriented.
All she could muster was the sentence, "oh fuck yes!" as she sank back onto the couch, her legs spread wide to accommodate her bucking hips. The flushing heat radiating from her core felt almost too much to bear.
The roaring tide of passion began to subside, leaving Sarah a melted mess of desire and unbridled lust on the worn leather of the couch.
Both women sat side by side, basking in the afterglow of pure satisfaction, barely able to catch their breaths. Their chests heaved with exertion, nipples rigid and straining against the cloth of their shirts. Wet patches darkened the crotch of their panties, evidence of the recent pleasure that had wracked their bodies.
Carter leaned forward, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he looked upon his two students, flushed and glowing with the lingering effects of his energy.
Carter began, "this ability I've perfected is how I became a professor of human sexuality." His words dripped with sensuality, provoking sighs and whispers from both Lucy and Sarah.
"I need test subjects to help me further investigate this phenomenon and explore its potential applications. I've already developed a few techniques, and I want to know how they work on willing subjects"
Sarah and Lucy leaned forward, biting their lips with a burning curiosity as they met Carter's gaze. "Fine, I'll do it. It sounds fascinating. Where do we start," they both said simultaneously.
Carter smiled. " I think it's best if we start with each of you individually, tomorrow?"
Carter suggested, his eyes lingering on their flushed faces, still depicting the afterglow of their intense orgasms.
Both ladies left the office without uttering a single word. They returned to their dorm room, sinking into their beds, attempting to decompress their sizzling desires.
The siren call of Lucy's throbbing sex was too loud to ignore. Lucy turned to Sarah who laid on her bed, her shapely frame splayed out like a goddess posing for her lover.
Sarah, who lay sprawled on the bed, her creamy flesh gleaming with seductive sweat. Sarah looked back at Lucy, her sapphire eyes shining like twin stars in the night sky.
The two laid on opposite sides of the room, wearing thin cotton shirts and simple white lace panties, the only barrier between their lust-filled bodies and the satin sheets.
Lucy began to ask Sarah questions, seeking to understand the full experience she’d just had. “How did it feel to you? Was it what you expected?”
Sarah considered her experience, her breasts rising and falling as she considered the question. Her nipples stood at attention, practically begging to be touched through the thin fabric of her shirt. She answered honestly, swallowing down any shame that lingered.
“It was... fucking incredible,” Sarah started, her cheeks flushed with the exhilaration from her orgasm still coursing through her veins.
Lucy continued, "are those what orgasms are?" The innocence in Lucy's voice, and the eager curiosity, only served to fuel Sarah's escalating lust. Sarah thought about her response, her breath still heavy and chest rising rapidly, "yes, those were orgasms," she said, closing her eyes momentarily as memories of the intense sensations overwhelmed her once more.
Lucy watched Sarah as she spoke, her own body still a cauldron of simmering desire. Her eyes drooped heavily, and her mind wandered to a cacophony of sexual fantasies born from the trial run just an hour ago.
Lucy kept going, "I can't believe I'd never had one before... And they were like that?" Her voice trailed off, the query lost in a haze of memories.
Sarah sat up, propping herself on an elbow as she looked at Lucy, "don't you masturbate, have you never experienced an orgasm before?" Sarah's questions hung heavy in the air, reverberating through Lucy's brain like a deep, pulsating drumbeat.
Lucy's brow furrowed, momentarily lost in thought, "I did, but New York City is full of distractions. I never could finish." she sighed, looking down at her clenched fingers, still clutching the sheets like security blankets.
Sarah looked at Lucy once more, the thin cover of her pale blouse stretched taut over swollen breast buds as they throbbed. Little pearls of sweat dripped down Sarah's smooth, tanned neck. Her eyes continued to bore into Lucy, a passion that could not be denied simmering at the back of them.
"Yes," Lucy finally replied, a blush tingeing the apples of her cheeks. "I had never given myself an orgasm. I just didn't know how." Lucy whispered shamefully, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
Sarah stared at Lucy, her eyes wide, unsure of how to respond. "Have you never masturbated before?" she asked softly.
Lucy shook her head slowly, still hiding her embarrassment behind her curtain of golden hair. "I just didn't know what to do. I would try sometimes, but it never worked."
Sarah noticed the soaked patch on Lucy's panties and sat up on the bed. "Well, then I guess it's time we teach you, don't we?"
Lucy nodded with excitement and anticipation building within her. As Sarah moved closer to the edge of her bed, Lucy's heart raced.
Sarah closed the gap between their beds by just a foot or so, but the sudden proximity felt like an electric current arcing between them. Sarah ordered, "take off your panties."
Lucy hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure of whether she heard Sarah correctly. Then Sarah repeated, with a bite in her tone, "take off your fucking panties, Lucy."
Trembling with anticipation and a budding sense of nervousness, Lucy reached down to the waistband of her now-soaked panties and started to pull them down. She wriggled her hips as she shimmied them over her thighs, eventually freeing the lacy garment from her trembling limbs.
"take two fingers," Sarah instructed, "and slide them into your wet slit."
Slowly, Lucy slipped her fingers easing them past her trimmed pubic hair before delving deeper between her slick and swollen labia.
The sensation made her inhale sharply her lips pursing as her muscles unconsciously gripped her own fingers. Lucy bit her bottom lip a sensual, feminine gesture fisted her fingers tighter.
Sarah watched, captivated by the display her eyes void of judgment or mockery. Instead, she looked enthralled, her own fingers tracing sinuous patterns along her toned thighs.
"not too hard ," Sarah warned, "just gently thrust them in and out until you find a rhythm."
Lucy followed Sarah's instructions, her nipples hardening in response to her bold move. She began to thrust her fingers in and out, gasping when she felt the soft flesh of her opening gliding along her digits.
"that's it," Sarah purred, "now imagine my hands are touching you there, instead of your own. "
Upon hearing Sarah utter those words, Lucy couldn't stop herself from moaning out loud.
"take your other hand and grab your breast" Sarah's command echoed in Lucy's mind as she acted on her own volition. Her fingers curled around her breasts, squeezing them roughly, feeling the hard nubs tighten under her touch.
Lucy moved faster with each thrust, her lips parted as she moaned loudly, "Oh, God!"
"not too hard, Lucy." Sarah reminded her.
Lucy struggled with her shirt, nails digging into fabric as she rose upward, wrenching off her blouse and tossing it aside. Instinctively, her breath caught in her throat as she revealed her rosebud nipples, taut and erect with arousal. A palpable heat emanated from her chest, stark evidence of her needy state.
Susan followed suit, removing her top and panties. Susan took position on her bed while Lucy fervently plunged her fingers inside herself. Susan's hands roamed across her nipples making them pucker with excitement. A faint heat enflamed Lucy's body. She imagined hearing Sarah whisper her name before teasing her clit.
"Let me see you, Lucy," Sarah encouraged.
With a trembling hand, Lucy parted her folds, revealing the glistening pinkness of her most intimate recesses. She heard Sarah's breath hitch, and knew she'd hit her mark.
"Fuck, Lucy. Look at you. You're so beautiful," Sarah marveled, her words dripping with desire as she began to masturbate.
"Don't stop, Lucy, let me see you pleasure yourself."
Lucy felt herself grow more confident at Sarah's compliments. She obeyed Sarah's orders, hooking her fingers as she pushed them inside herself, finding a spot that made her gasp even louder.
"I found something, Sarah. It feels so good."
"That's your G-spot, Lucy. Now, circle it with your fingers and continue thrusting in and out. Let yourself go," Sarah coached.
Sarah bit her bottom lip as she watched Lucy pleasure herself.
She moved her own hand to her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion, matching Lucy's rhythm.
Masturbating in front of one another was rapidly pushing them both towards the brink of ecstasy. "Taste your fingers," Sarah urged, thrusting her fingers in deeper and harder.
She rolled one nipple between her fingers while pinching the other with her thumb and forefinger. "Let me see you taste your juices."
Lucy hesitated for a second as she looked at Sarah, but Sarah's intense gaze never wavered from her own hand working Lucy's pussy. With a hesitant swallow, Lucy pulled her fingers from her dripping slit and brought them to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as the musky, sweet taste of her own sex exploded on her tongue.
Lucy moaned softly, her body rippling with sensation. She tasted herself again, savoring the flavor, before speaking. "It tastes so good, Sarah."
Sarah, who'd been stroking herself vigorously at the sight of Lucy's self-exploration, responded, "There's nothing like tasting your own arousal. It's an intoxicating experience - it's only you and the divine elixir that comes from your very being."
"spit on your fingers," Sarah demanded, desire laced in her voice as she continued to rub furious circles on her clitoris, "then slide your fingers back inside and tell me how it feels."
Lucy did as instructed, spitting on her digits before sinking them deep into her cunt, writhing with pleasure as the blend of their spit lubricated her further.
Sarah gasped at the sight, a visceral sound that struck Lucy as close to pain as it was pleasure.
Lucy responded to the command, "Fuck, Sarah, yessss."
She swirled her spit-covered digits inside herself, feeling the walls of her pussy quiver and clamp.
The room was filled with a symphony of wet, slapping sounds as Lucy plunged deeper into her sex.
Sarah's body trembled as she watched, her hand vigorously working her engorged clit. Seeking further release just from the visual of Lucy's erotic spectacle.
Watching the girl plunge her fingers deeper and harder into her own pussy, Sarah felt her thigh muscles tense as she neared climax.
"spit on your fingers and rub your nipples ," Sarah commanded with a hoarse desperation in her voice.
Lucy obliged, spitting onto her fingers and reaching up to pinch and twist her hardened nipples, moaning as she did so.
Sarah's breath grew erratic, her body tensing in anticipation.
"Now, circle your clit with your other hand," Sarah instructed, her own fingers still furiously working her swollen and throbbing clitoris.
Lucy complied, barely containing a strangled gasp as she started to feel an intense pressure building inside her, a pressure so potent she thought she might burst at the seams.
"Faster, Lucy," Sarah commanded, eyes half-lidded and filled with a primal lust.
She bit her lip as she watched Lucy writhe and gasp.
Lucy's fingers worked furiously, the slick sounds of her sex driving Sarah ever closer to the edge. Her nipples, stiff and aching, now glistened with the combination of saliva and sweat. She felt the pressure building in her core, every muscle tensing as she rubbed her swollen clitoris.
"I'm close, Sarah," Lucy panted, her own voice raw with desire.
"That's it, Lucy. Close your eyes, focus. Let yourself go."
With her eyes closed, Lucy ground her hips into her own fingers, chasing her impending orgasm. Sarah's words were the only lifeline she needed; the only way to bridge the gap between her pleasure and the edge of sanity she teetered on.
Sarah stared at Lucy, her core tightening as her own climax loomed.
"Come for me, Lucy. Let it take over and shake every last ounce of self-consciousness from your body," Sarah all but crooned as she reveled in the decadent scene before her.
Both women were drenched in sweat now; Lucy, disheveled and breathless, gasping as she moaned while Sarah, her eyes narrowed as her teeth clamped down on her lower lip, sought her release as well.
Lucy lay on her side, legs spread wide to accommodate her drunken and twisted body, gasping for air as she allowed the wave after wave of sexual euphoria to consume her. Her fingers, still slick from her juices dribbled down her thigh, painting a trail down the inside of her leg.
Lucy violently thrashed around on the bed, her entire body tensing up and seizing. The wave of pleasure was so intense that she was almost unable to cry out, muffling her moan with a pillow beneath her head.
Sarah, still entranced by Lucy's orgasmic display, watched in awe as she herself teetered on the brink. Watching Lucy's uncontrollable trembling and hearing her whimpering moans brought Sarah ever closer to her own blissful rupture.
She leaned back against the headboard, legs splayed wide open, and hands working fervently at her dripping pussy.
"Yes, Lucy," she coaxed, "come for me. Let go." Sarah's voice was barely audible, breathy with yearning as she watched Lucy quivering in the throes of her intense climax.
Her swollen clit was now wet with her own copious desire, the surrounding folds were pink and glistening in the dim lighting.
Sarah stroked herself in earnest, breathing raggedly as her thighs closed together, trapping her hand against her pussy.
Lucy, still splayed on her side of the bed, moved one slender hand over her own heaving chest, pausing to caress the firm, swollen mounds of her breasts while her other hand continued its rhythmic assault on her tender clit. Her arousal had reached new heights; she'd never before felt such a strong and unapologetic desire to touch herself.
Sarah plunged three fingers in, sinking them to the hilt, groaning in sheer ecstasy. She hooked them, finally fingering her G-spot.
Sarah's breath grew heavy, her chest heaving. Sarah's free hand moved to her breast, kneading and pinching her nipple through her shirt as she watched Lucy's sweet, innocent face contort with pure pleasure.
Cries of pleasure filled the room. Sarah's orgasm approached as her fingers moved in a frenzy, in time with Lucy's own motions. The sound of wet, slick flesh filled the air between them. Sarah's moans grew intense, almost pained, as she felt her climax building rapidly within her.
"I'm gonna, I'm gonna come," she exclaimed as her legs shook and her fingers flew over her clit.
Her body tensed, every muscle clenched, she threw her head back, biting down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from screaming out. her heart pounded as every nerve ending in her body begged for its release.
Lucy coming down from her second orgasmic high, panted heavily, her lithe frame damp from her sweet nectar.
She stared deep into Sarah's eyes,
"My turn, Sarah," Lucy whispered, eyes locked on Sarah, "cum for me."
Watching Sarah's pleasure unfold instilled Lucy with a sense of dominance she'd never known she possessed.
Sarah heard Lucy chanting, "cum for me, cum for me" and let loose with a series of violent thrusts and quick powerful rolls of her hips.
Cum gushed from her like a flood, soaking her entire hand. The blinding intensity made her throw her head back; her body shook and quivered beyond control as the orgasm wrung her out.
When Sarah came back to herself, Lucy lay next to her, caressing Sarah's sweaty body with gentle touches, whispering sweet endearments. Sarah rolled onto her side so she could stare into Lucy's eyes, their faces mere inches apart.
Lucy looked up at Sarah and whispered, "thank you, I had no idea what I was missing out on.” She wrapped her arms around Sarah's shoulders, drawing her close, their breasts pressed together as Lucy's fingers lightly played with Sarah's damp hair.
Sarah grinned, then pressed her lips against Lucy's, desperate for a taste of her sweet, salty essence. They kissed passionately, but energy was fading fast.
Lucy asked, "does masturbating always make you this sleepy?"
Sarah cupped Lucy's breast, massaging it softly and pinching the nipple between her fingers, "yeah, when I can't go to sleep, I either jerk off, or edge myself until sleep finally catches up. That was quite the ride, wasn't it?"
Lucy was still in a daze, still recovering from her first orgasm. "That was..." she struggled for words, still breathless as Sarah's finger trailed a line down Lucy's sternum. "Unbelievable."
Sarah raised her eyebrow and smiled, "you should have told me earlier, sweetie, we could have done this ages ago!"
They both chuckled, slowly losing the rest of the energy they had during their earth-shattering climaxes.
Their bodies lay limp on the satin sheets, smooth and waxen, covered in sweat. Sarah's heart rate had finally slowed down, and her breaths were more even.
Slowly, arm in arm both women fell into a
deep sleep from pure exhaustion. Drained of energy, they unknowingly clung to each other's bodies for warmth and comfort.
The next day, sleepy-eyed and yawning, they woke up to the scent of pancakes wafting through their cozy dorm room. The sun streamed in gracefully from the open window and birds chirped cheerfully in the trees outside. Their hair was disheveled, clothes wrinkled from the previous night's activities.