I have failed my exam. I’ve lost it to edging and masturbation. I’ve lost it to Clea, who is my rival at uni and in bed.
Clea and I are in the same semester, same career, same study group. She is smart, a perfect beauty and she knows it. My weakness is my pride and my jealousy. From day one I tried to compete with her. Outdo her in every field. At uni, with my looks, how I dress, with my assets (intellectual and physical). And she always responded in kind. Was not to be outdone by anyone, lest not by me.
The trouble started at the library. We sat opposite of each other and pretended to study. But in truth we were jealous of each other. She stretched her top so that her boobs and nipples were clearly visible. I opened my blouse two buttons further down to give her a good look. She then put one hand between her legs. I did the same. We stared at each other, who would go further.
After a while she disappeared, supposedly to the restroom. When she returned she had a flushed face and her skin was damp. My pussy was drenched by then and I followed suit. I found Clea’s stall because of the scent she had left there. I masturbated wildly and came hard within seconds. Just as I came down from my orgasm I heard someone enter the restroom. It was Clea who was jealous to her bones. She couldn’t stand the idea that here was a girl who was just as eager and sex-crazed as she was. For a time we just stared at each other. I started to breathe harder from the arousal.
“Let’s move to the end of the hall,” Clea said. “There are two small study desks next to the window. Only one book shelf in-between. No-one will see us there. Let’s find out who is the better girl.”
“I’m more than ready for you,” I answered. “The library closes at midnight. By then you’ll know who the better girl is.” It was five in the afternoon.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” she taunted. “Nobody ever lasted longer than me. I’ve had challenges with other girls before. I’ll outlast you easily.”
“You try me,” I said. “Let’s see who is stronger. I’m sexier than you. My body will outlast yours, I never give up.”
Thus, Clea and I moved our stuff to the two far-off desks. We removed some books so that we had a good view of each other. We sat down as though we were going to study. We had just climaxed from masturbation, but our cunts were ready for more. I was emboldened now and felt stronger and sexier than ever before. I unbuttoned my blouse completely to intimidate Clea. She stared at my tits, my nipples were fully erect. She lifted her top so that her breasts were out as well for me to see. Hers were slightly bigger than mine, but this did not stop me from showing off mine to her.
“You can’t win against me,” she hissed.
“I’ll win against you with my sex,” I whispered. “My clit is stronger than yours”.
“Let’s see who will masturbate longer,” she said, moving her hand inside her pants. “If we edge I can go nonstop for hours.”
“I’m the edging queen here,” I replied. “I’ve done it for entire days.”
“Show me what you got then,” she whispered back. “I’m so ready to fight your pussy with mine.”
“You show me. Try me. I’ll fuck you dry,” I whispered back.
We made sure nobody was around and started to masturbate. I was horny as hell and was on the edge from the first minute. I could have cum any second and I would have cum many times then. But I had to edge out Clea now with all my strength and willpower. My jealousy and my pride took control over me.
Clea proved to be an experienced edger. Like in waves she got close to cumming, then pushed herself back from it, came close again, held back again. She was such a sight. Her eyes half shut, sometimes staring at me, sometimes watching herself as she fingered her pussy. Her breathing was ragged, though she tried to suppress it. Same with me. I felt my clit throbbing beyond belief. I circled my clit, touched it, inserted my fingers into my wet cunt. I showed my gooey fingers to Clea. Licked them clean in front of her eyes. She did the same. Her fingers were covered with girl-cum.
This went on for hours. So often I thought she would cum, so often I was one stroke away myself. We were both drenched in sweat from the strain. My hands were sore, but my clit was still strong. Watching Clea fight was a huge turn-on. We were gooner girls now. Edging ourselves into Nirwana.
It was nearly midnight when the library bell brought us back to reality. We rearranged ourselves and went out with feeble steps. We had just masturbated seven hours without cumming.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” she said.
“It’s the lecture,” I replied, “we can sit in the last row and add some spice to the talk. That means if you still can.”
“I can always do it, whatever it takes,” Clea said. “Today was just the beginning.”
“I agree. We need more time to find out who is stronger. My clit will beat yours under any circumstances.”
“No fucking way. Mine will last longer than yours.”
Our bantering went on for a few minutes, then we went home. I live on campus, Clea has a small student apartment. At home I entered into an orgasm frenzy. I repaid my pussy for all that had been denied to her. It was pure orgasmic bliss.
*****
During the lecture the next day we started to touch ourselves again, ever so secretly. I have no clue what the professor was talking about, but I do remember that we both nearly came a couple of times. After lunch we met again at the library and put on a show for the other girl. We were in a long deep tunnel of fingering and edging. My clit was still sore from the day before, but I was way too proud to admit it. With Clea it must have been the same. Seven hours of orgasm denial cannot have left no trace. Again, we edged for our lives without stopping. When the library closed we stood again outside, sweaty and half dizzy from hours of gooning. Clea was visibly weakened, but so was I.
“Are you woman enough to come to my place,” she asked. I was shocked. We both had shaky knees from the exertion of so many hours and she challenged me for more. But I was burning with jealousy. I wanted to put my body against hers with no holds barred.
“I will come if we fight naked. I want an all out sexfight with you.”
Now Clea was shocked. I knew that my body had little more to give, but I was certain that she was equally weak now. So a fight would end in sex rather soon.
“I’ll do everything it takes to beat you,” Clea said, though her voice sounded a bit scared. “Let’s head over to my place and settle this once and for all.”
I had certainly overestimated my possibilities when I proposed to fight. Once in her apartment we ate a sandwich and drank lots of water. Our bodies were already drained from the long edging. But jealousy is a potent antidote. We slowly undressed in front of each other. Our breasts stood proudly against each other and our nipples were hard and erect.
“Forget the fighting,” I said, “let’s go clit to clit. I want to see you lose against my sex.”
“God, you can have this,” Clea replied, “let’s masturbate until one can’t cum any more. All out sex now!”
We snuggled up in her bed and started fingering ourselves again. We could see, feel, hear and smell everything of the other girl now. It was hot like hell.
We fucked for hours. Time and space became obsolete, we entered in a state of trance. I barely recognized her movements and her moaning. I was dizzy from holding my breath all the time to bring me closer to the edge. Clea panted and squirmed from the excruciating masturbation. She was beyond herself as well. The last thing I remember was that she inserted her fingers into my cunt and that I did the same to her. We exploded in a huge series of orgasms that went on and on until I (and supposedly she as well) fainted.
When I regained consciousness I found myself lying next to her with our legs intertwined and my hand still at her pussy. All I wanted was to sleep. When Clea stirred I just mumbled to go sleep.
The next day we skipped uni. After breakfast Clea looked at me and asked if I was ready for more. I felt beaten and sore, but of course I said yes. We put our bodies to the test again. We were edging professionals now. Sick gooner girls so full of jealousy that we were to screw the semester. Another day of holding our breath, holding back our orgasm, holding out against the other. Our lives had been reduced to our clits. I knew every sweaty inch of Clea’s body. We touched our breasts and teased our nipples to make the other cum, but we were both too determined to let this happen. We entered into trance again and passed out numerous times now. Come the night, Clea again took the initiative and inserted her fingers into my cunt and made me explode, just as I was able to do the same to her. A wave of orgasms rushed through our beaten bodies. We fainted again.
In the middle of the night we awoke and ate what was left in the kitchen. We slept a little and by daybreak we started edging again. It was day three of nonstop masturbation. We were so weak by now that our bodies trembled whenever we fought to hold back an orgasm. We hyperventilated from the breath-holding and were barely able to move at all. By then everything was the same to me, I only wanted to keep fighting with Clea, to finally wear her down with my sex. This never happened, though. We fought every day now edging for hours, exploding in orgasms, but neither of us could outdo the other. My life was desperate jealousy and edging. Nothing else. A gooner girl with her nemesis.
This is how we both lost the semester. I failed the final exam, so did she.
Clea and I have still not determined who is stronger. We still edge every day in the library and at night at her place. So if you find two worn out, beaten girls at some far-off study desks please be kind and bring us water and a sandwich.
