You're extra sensitive, but your orgasms will rarely happen

Most of the results are boring averages, but you spot three attributes that are off the charts. Vaginal sensitivity and nipple/breast sensitivity 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. Your ease of orgasm, however, shows a whopping 1 out of 10. You don't know if that can go as low as a zero or not, but you're kind of glad not to know.

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.

Try as you might, your orgasm slips through your fingers, both figuratively and literally. As your body backs down, you increase the rate at which you're rubbing at your clit. You feel yourself get closer again, but without fail, you just barely come short of an orgasm. You hear yourself shriek in pleasure as you plateau, then moan in defeat when you back down. You once again increase your fervor, trying everything you can to reach that orgasm. At some point it clicks in your mind and you manage to get your pants and panties down around your ankles so you can directly stimulate your clit.

You continue until you lose count of how many times you've edged, though you guess it was really only 7 or 8 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. You then manage to get your panties up, but don't have time to try to get your pants back up before Emily steps into view wearing just a towel around her torso and another wrapped around her hair. She, of course, is sporting a massive, shit eating grin on her face seeing you like this.

"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 and quietly slide your pants back on. She scans over the report before looking back to you. "You poor girl. All that effort and you couldn't even cum?" The exasperated look on your face is all she needs to confirm. Emily looks you over but stops when her eyes meet your crotch. "Why don't you go get cleaned up." 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. "You can try again later, or..." Emily continues.