You're extra sensitive and will orgasm quickly, powerfully, and frequently.

Most of the results are boring averages, but you spot three attributes that are off the charts. Vaginal sensitivity, nipple and breast sensitivity, and ease of orgasm each show a full 10 out of 10. You're not sure what to make of it, you haven't felt any extra sensitive. Then again, you did very much enjoy playing with your breasts earlier. You're not sure, but you start to think you might have been building up to an orgasm then.

You note that Emily is currently in the shower and your curiosity gets the best of you. In a flash your tank top and bra are on the floor and your hands are violating your chest. You know what feels good after exploring yourself earlier. You rub, pinch, and flick yourself in all the right places. Quickly, your breathing hastens and you feel something wonderful growing deep inside you. You don't know what it is, but you think you must be building up an orgasm.

Unfortunately, you plateau what you can manage with just your breasts. You can't feel your orgasm getting any closer. Following on instinct now, you thrust your right hand down to your crotch while your left keeps focusing on your nipples. Your fingers slip under your jeans, but it's too tight to reach any further and your fingers are oh so close. You can't think straight enough to unfasten the button and zipper so you pull your hand out and start rubbing yourself through your pants. With the added stimulation, you nearly forget to breathe. Even through all the fabric, it's not hard to find your clit; it's right where your attention makes you feel something fierce. It only takes a few moments of you rubbing yourself this way until you feel yourself reach the edge.

Without even thinking about stopping, you cross the point of no return and your climax hits you hard and fast. You feel all of your muscles violently spasm, with your vagina contracting almost hard enough to hurt. You somehow manage to keep up the **** on your tits and between your legs, even when your orgasm subsides, you keep rubbing. It subsided, but it's still there. It only takes a few seconds before your convulsing in a second orgasm. This time, you hear yourself moaning and squeaking out in pleasure until it subsides.

You continue until you lose count of how many times you've cum, though you guess it was really only four or five times. The only thing that stops you is when you hear the bathroom door open. Your eyes shoot open and you try to cover yourself by throwing your shirt back on. Emily steps into view wearing just a towel around her torso and another wrapped around her hair, but you're mostly noticing the massive, shit eating grin on her face.

"God! Lauren! I could hear you over the shower. I hope our neighbors haven't moved in yet!" She can't contain herself and giggles when she spots your bra still lying on the floor. Your report is lying on the floor next to it and Emily picks it up. "Do you mind if I take a look?" You haven't the strength or willpower to stop her at the moment, so you just shake your head. She scans over the report before looking back to you. "You're a lucky girl, Lauren. Some girls can't even cum at all." She looks you over but stops when her eyes meet your crotch. "Why don't you go get cleaned up before bed?" You look down and see that your pants are absolutely, without a doubt soaked. Even your hand is soaked, both slippery and sticky at the same time.