And that quickly became a nightly ritual.
We’d get into our pajamas and go to bed, lighting a small votive candle before crawling under a shared blanket in my big bed.
We’d talk about school and life and guys and movies and music and everything else, but sooner or later the conversation would become sexual and we’d start whispering.
Often we’d add a backrub or some friendly handholding to this or even a foot rub. I discovered that a nice slow foot rub would get Tracy so horny she’d be squirming.
After a while we’d end up lying next to each other under the covers, and after a few minutes one of us would ask the other if she was touching herself.
And by that time both of us were, and on that cue we’d squirm out of our clothes and return to the middle of the bed, staring at each other’s nakedness and trying to time our orgasms so they’d happen at the same time.
Each of us loved feeling those first pangs of orgasmic tension gathering momentum deep within us as we stared at the face of someone else feeling the exact same sort of pleasure.
I continued to explore sex with guys, perfecting my handjob and blowjob skills, and no longer worried if my partner didn’t reciprocate for me.
As much as I loved sex with the various young men I was encountering, I was also infatuated with the idea of making myself cum every night staring into Tracy’s eyes as a soft votive candle provided the only light.
But then one night I returned to our room and described a handjob I’d given to a particularly large cock, one that smelled of recent cunt juice.
Tracy’s arousal got the best of her, and as soon as she started fingering herself her orgasm arrived, causing her to twist and grunt next to me in surprise at the intensity and speed of her release.
In an emotional post orgasmic need for contact she pressed her body against mine and kissed my neck as I fingered myself.
I loved the heat of her body and slowed down my frantic rubbing, savoring the feeling of her undressed body pressed against my own, combined with my own lust from my earlier cock handling.
A half an hour later when I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer, she was rolling my nipple between her fingers and had thrown one of her legs over one of mine.
Cumming with her fingers on my breast and her wet cunt against my thigh was too much, and I whimpered my way through my first orgasm and then kept moving my fingers as my body leapt to a second more satisfying climax.
This was followed by a third that would have awakened the entire campus if Tracy hadn’t clamped her hand over my mouth as my eyes rolled back in my head and I pounded my feet on the mattress as my entire body spasmed and shook.
My orgasm turned her on again, and as soon as my own pleasure began to ebb I took her in my arms, holding her as she fingered herself.
She took her time like I had, letting the orgasm come at its own pace without any rush, staring into my eyes as I held her breasts and whispered encouragement in her ear.
Her fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge, and I realized that I was enjoying her arousal as much as I’d ever enjoyed my own.