Ember looked at the counter on her phone. It really said it. Twenty edges to go. The best thing to do would be to just strip here and now and start fingering herself quickly before the counter increased even more. Just close the blinds and go to town on herself here in the living room. She could put some porn on her TV, wear headphones so she wouldn't alert her neighbours to her perverted actions and just lose herself in a pleasureful haze. She already felt herself get wet in anticipation. Her hand went to the button in her waistband. Before she knew it, she had dropped her jeans and was standing in her living room only wearing her pink panties and her tight yellow shirt. She would lose herself in the pleasure and would reach the edge of orgasm again and again.
But not yet. Ember knew that if she would start caressing her pussy, she wouldn't stop. Before she could start enjoying herself though, she still had so much to do. With all the excitement and challenges of the previous days, she had forgotten to keep up with her household chores. She really needed some food and she had almost run out of clean underwear. *Not that she would need it, if the challenges kept continuing like today*, an insidious voice in her head spoke. Maybe if she was quick and did just the essentials, she'd be done in half an hour. Then she'd have enough time before the interest counter would go up again.
A little less than forty-five minutes later, after a quick meal and having done the bare minimum of housework, she once again sat down on the sofa. The blinds were closed, the door was locked, the lights were down, she even turned up the heat a bit so she wouldn't get cold from being naked for an extended time. It felt cosy. Almost like she was about to open up a bottle of wine and put on a movie. Well, that wasn't far from the truth, but it would be quite a different kind of movie.
The DeaDia app buzzed again. That was too early. The interest message wasn't due for another ten minutes. Instead, it was another message from Synth:
"Twenty banked orgasms. You're in for an evening of fun! I'm almost jealous. Though you might have made things easier on yourself if you kept up with your edges during the day. Now, I've been contemplating making the challenge even more interesting, but I think this will be hard enough for now. And please, don't think me cruel. We could always negotiate a more interesting success condition.
PS: check out the Toys menu if you need help with the challenge."
That was both strangely encouraging but also ominous. What could Synth even mean with a more interesting success condition? It didn't matter. Ember still had a little more than five hours to complete twenty edges. Four delicious almost-orgasms an hour didn't seem too hard. The fingers of her left hand dipped below the waistband of her panties, caressed her shaven mound and dropped down. Her fingers teased her lips, not yet parting them but getting them ready for the pleasure to come. Her right hand opened up the browser on her phone. Opened up a porn site. Then she saw something that gave her pause. It opened up to her profile, the selfie of her naked torso and her hairy pussy greeting her. *I really should update that, my pussy isn't hairy anymore,* her horny mind suggested. Quickly she opened up a video and streamed it to her TV. Two blonde girls were kissing each other.
Her right hand joined her left one under the waistband of her panties. Then she thought better of it. Quickly she removed her underpants. Now she was just left in her yellow shirt, her nipples standing at attention through the fabric. That wouldn't do. She wiggled out of her shirt, and finally she was naked on her couch. She had her feet up on the couch, her knees bent and her legs spread for optimal access. Nothing stood in her way anymore. She was procrastinating. She knew it. Whenever she was faced with a big task like this, she would delay, find reasons not to start and take it as close to the deadline as she dared. Still, she had to start. It was kind of like the old joke, "You know the best way to eat an elephant? One bite at a time." The best way to climb this mountain of edges was with the first finger.
Her fingers found her pussy. Caressed her sensitive lips. She put her index and middle finger in her mouth, getting them nice and wet, before moving them down to her clit. Her aching clit that had been waiting for this attention ever since the interrupted orgasm in the office. She circled the little nub, teasing herself, building up the excitement. She needed to build up to this orgasm, her poor pussy needed to get used to the attention. The fingers of her other hand teased her lips. Slightly parting them, stroking the outside, caressing her groin and the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
Her phone buzzed again: *Interest calculated, edges banked: 25*. Shit, another hour had passed, and she hadn't even managed to clear one edge. Now, even if she managed to edge herself five times this hour, the next interest payment would bring her back to twenty-five. Maybe if she was really quick. Six edges in an hour were doable, right. That meant she had ten minutes between edges. Maybe she could do even more. Still, she had counted on having a little time between edges to give her poor fingers and pussy some rest. But it seemed there was no rest for the horny.
A moan in her headphones pulled her attention to her TV-screen. One of the lesbians was fingering the other. A close-up showed how two fingers entered a pussy, while a tongue caressed the clit. Ember imagined herself in that position. Slowly she entered her middle finger in her pussy, while her other hand circled her clit. She tried to copy the moves on screen. Achingly slow, her finger moved in and out her vagina. She wetted her fingers once again and copied the tongue. It felt nice, and she could feel an orgasm building slowly. She glanced at her phone, 7:11 PM. Eleven minutes had passed. She should have reached her first edge already. This was going too slow. She added another finger. That was better. But still not enough. Her hands went faster. Her ears were filled by the moans on screen, her eyes were fixed on her own pussy. One hand rubbing her clit, the other thrusting in and out of her. Come on. This had to be it. She felt the pressure build. Felt herself flush. She bucked her hips up to her fingers to invite them to bring even more pleasure, even faster. Slowly but surely her breathing changed. Where she stared with deep, slow breaths, now she was panting. She wet her fingers in her mouth, and back to her pussy. A little bit of drool coating her mouth and making her lips glisten. Moans in her headphones, her fingers filling her pussy. One more. Three fingers inside her. This was it. Involuntarily she curled her toes, flexed her abs. She felt the orgasm come. This would be a good one. Maybe even the best orgasm she had ever had. Her pussy the epicentre of an imminent explosion. The band on her wrist buzzed and as if stung, she pulled her hands from her pussy. Her hips bucked up in protest. One edge done, twenty-four to go.
Her phone showed a quarter past seven. If she edged every nine minutes, she would still clear one more edge than the interest payment had been. She wasn't sure if she could take it if every edge was as intense as the one she just had. Her hands caressed her tummy, down to her mound, up to her tits. She was still too sensitive to start again. But she should. A finger caressed her hard nipple and she let out a sigh. The other hand dropped down. Her hand a trail of electricity as she once again started caressing her sensitive lips. Her finger dipped between them to find her warm wet pussy waiting. Slowly she went back up to her clit, and just as slowly she caressed back down to her entrance. Anything more was too sensitive. And still, she felt the excitement build once again. Up to her clit and a soft caress of the sensitive organ, down to her pussy, a single knuckle entering her. Back up and a little harder caress, back down and another knuckle inside her pussy. Her other hand circled her hard nipples. Stroking them, teasing them with tiny pinches. Her full finger inside her. Another pinch. She felt the pleasure building again. Her hand moved down from her nipples to her clit. Time to build this into another edge. One finger inside became two, then three. Once again she felt the pleasure overtake her. Building and building towards a crescendo that never came.
Twenty-three edges to go, and a little more than four and a half hours to do them in. Plus any interest, of course She could already feel the frustration building. She'd never been a very sexual person, masturbating once, at most twice a week. Before DeaDia she didn't really feel the need to cum or watch porn. But now, when she had to stop fingering herself before she came, her mind was filled with the frustration of her missed reward. Maybe she should have let herself cum this morning. But that was this morning. Nothing she could do about it now. Once again her fingers found their way to her pussy. She was still sensitive from the missed orgasm, but already she was anticipating her own touch. Her fingers caressed her pussy and she worked herself up to her next orgasm. She had to. She had to clear this counter. The lower she got it before the next interest payment, the less extra edges she had to do. She felt the pleasure build again. Quicker than last time. Some residual horniness must have kept her near the edge. Two fingers inside her, another two on her clit. The orgasm approached rapidly and just before it could hit, she stopped pleasuring herself. She checked her phone again. Three edges in thirty-four minutes. She shouldn't pause. What if she kept herself just near enough to the edge that the next one would arrive sooner?
She licked her fingers and once again reached towards her pussy. Still so very sensitive. No hesitation. Her wet fingers went straight for her clit. Touched it. Immediately she felt the pleasure return in a huge wave. Once more she caressed her button. She had to let go. One more stroke would bring an orgasm. Less than five seconds to get back to the edge. If she could keep this up, she'd be done before the next interest payment. Easy. She allowed herself a few more breaths to get down from the edge. Then once again licked her fingers and went down to the centre of her pleasure. Two, three, four caresses and she had to let go again. This was more difficult than she thought. Being so close to the edge the whole time she felt like even the smallest breeze could tip her over. Ten seconds of rest and her hands went back down. Within a few strokes, she felt the almost undeniable orgasm approaching. Three more edges done. It was hard, but doable, she just needed to balance the amount of rest and pleasure so she stayed on the right side of the edge. Once more she touched herself down there and once more the orgasm was within reach. She just needed one more touch and she would cum. Fuck. This was so fucking frustrating.
