At last she came again, and I pinched her nipple and pushed myself against her as the pleasure made her cry out, and I held on as her orgasm coursed powerfully through her, wearing her out and inspiring us to new heights of self-exploration.
From that night on we made it a point to orgasm one at a time, each of us taking erotic delight in sharing the buildup of pleasure and the eventual loss of control as we took turns sharing our orgasms with each other.
We’d often start together, and then she’d hold me while I touched myself and after a while I’d let my pleasure back away as I held her during her own finger-play session.
We’d switch back and forth, each of us letting our orgasmic pressure build until neither of us was really in control of our own bodies, staring into each other’s eyes as lustful hunger took over.
The summer after our freshman year she started dating Jimmy, and I continued my own slutty research with various frat guys and grad students. I also bought my first vibrator.
That fall we moved into a small one-bedroom apartment and added her real sex stories to my own growing list of adventures, and some battery inspired orgasms to the mix.
We put my queen-sized mattress on our bedroom floor as we groaned and screamed our way through a series of orgasms that became even more intense and erotic with the freedom to be a little noisier.
When she got serious with Jimmy, I offered to stop our nighttime masturbation routine, but she assured me that as far as she was concerned it was just masturbation, and in no way was she being unfaithful to him.
We never went any further than massaging each other’s breasts and nipples or holding each other in a tight embrace or cuddling through that never-ending series of body quaking orgasms.
By our third year we’d moved into a bigger apartment, and had separate rooms, although at least twice a week we’d sleep in the same bed, and we continued our almost nightly masturbation sessions together, in one room or the other, or sometimes in the living room.
More than once one of us would be masturbating and we’d hear the other one moaning in the bedroom next door, and we’d start getting louder to encourage each other and turn each other on.
Whoever gave in and made herself cum first would have to get in bed with the other one and play with her breasts until she caught up.
By that point Tracy was in love with Jimmy, and had announced that she’d be moving in with him the next semester. I really liked Jimmy and was beyond happy for her, especially when she promised to join me as often as she could to share some orgasms.
A few weeks before the end of the winter semester we took a break from helping Tracy get moved in with Jimmy, and the three of us took a road trip to visit Tracy’s parents.
To save money we planned on sharing motel rooms on the way there, with the understanding that I’d have my own room at her parents place while the two of them fucked and played in her old bedroom.
We stopped for the first night at quiet little motel on the edge of a small town, tired after a day of driving, and dreading the long miles still ahead of us.