Squirt

Chapter 1

Samantha arrived at the apartment after the day’s college classes, and when she saw that her roommate did the laundry, she knew she was fucked.

Laundry day was supposed to be tomorrow. Not today. Her tender heart sank seeing that the bed sheets were already gone.

Deflated, she changed her clothes into something more relaxed: pajama pants along with a classic Star Wars t-shirt, and bunny slippers on her feet. She wasn’t exactly a dork, but she wasn’t the most popular girl on campus either.

She was simply normal Samantha.

Her roommate Sarah returned with a basket full of their laundry, including the bedsheets, and Samantha didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t know whether to be angry or embarrassed. It wasn’t until Sarah brought the laundry to Samantha’s room that they had a chance to talk about it.

“You remember that laundry day is tomorrow, right?” Samantha asked, trying not to flip out over the whole thing.

Sarah put the basket down, relieving her arms. “Yeah, I know.”

“Then why did you wash everything today?”

“Why? Is something bothering you?”

“Nothing at all,” Samantha said, shaking her head fast.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, I’m sure.”

Sarah put her hands on her hips. “Look, it’s okay if you pissed in your bed last night. It’s not a big deal. I’m sure that lots of college-aged girls still piss in their beds. You were probably having a nightmare when it happened. Forget it.”

The worst was confirmed. The roommate saw the wet stain on the sheets. Samantha sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh god,” she moaned, wanting to cry.

Sarah, being the good friend, sat down beside Samantha and rubbed her back.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all human beings.”

Samantha took a deep breath and sat upright. “You saw it?”

“By accident, I guess. I went inside your room to borrow your panties and saw the stain on the center of your bed. I didn’t want you sleeping in your piss tonight, so I did laundry a day early. Big deal.”

“It’s not piss,” Samantha mumbled under her breath.

“Huh?”

“I said it’s not piss.”

“So you spilled water or juice?” Sarah asked. “I guess I did the laundry early for nothing. Oh well.”

Samantha shook her head. “It’s not that either.”

“This whole thing is turning into a freaking mystery. What the hell was it then?”

“I played with myself,” she mumbled.

“I can’t hear you again.”

Samantha spoke up. “I played with myself.”

“So?”

“That’s what made the mess.”

Sarah’s jaw dropped. “No way.”

“Yes, way.”

“You freaking squirted!”

There was a perverse sense of delight in Sarah’s tone and facial expressions, which only made Samantha feel more embarrassed over the whole situation.

“Please don’t make this any worse,” Samantha sighed.

“Worse? Are you kidding? That’s so cool.”

“What’s cool about squirt? I don’t even like calling it that.”

“Squirt is the appropriate name.”

Samantha playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever it’s called, let’s stop talking about it already. I’m already humiliated.”

“But why?”

“Sarah, I love you like a sister, but I’m going to throw you out of my room if you don’t stop.”

“Someone has truly brainwashed you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Someone brainwashed you into thinking you’re a freak. That there’s something wrong with you. Well, actually you are a freak -- the hot kind of freak.”

“You’re relentless,” Samantha sighed. “And I guess it’s my own insecurity. And you’re right, I did have an ex-boyfriend who was grossed out by it. I mean, we had sex a few times and once he made me orgasm so hard that I ruined his bed. Needless to say that it didn’t last long between us after that.”

“Well, Samantha, he’s an asshole and an idiot. Seriously, you’re a goddess.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with the extra cleanup duties.”

“I did the laundry today, remember?” Sarah quipped.

“You know what I mean. I’m the one who has to live with it.”

“Would you masturbate more if squirting wasn’t an issue?”

Samantha shrugged, “Probably. If it’s a long day, the last thing I want to do is to prep and clean, just for that."

“Why not just masturbate in the shower or bath?”

“I’ll turn into a prune with all that warm water. I tend to take a while, doing that."

“Why not masturbate in the bathtub with no water?”

“My back will hurt,” Samantha replied. “Enough about my masturbation habits. This is so intrusive on my privacy.”

“We share everything though.”

Samantha rolled her eyes lovingly. “Maybe I’ll just write a diary of my masturbation routine and give it to you for Christmas.”

“Really?”

“That was a joke. Why are you so obsessed with this?”

“Hang on a second. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

“Are you going now?” Samantha asked.

Sarah stood up. “Yep.”

“Good. I’ll bolt the door shut when you leave.”

“Nonsense. I’ll call you in ten minutes.”

Sarah left the room and Samantha took a minute to relish her moment of privacy. How utterly humiliating. Then she took a moment to make her bed with the freshly washed bedsheet. At least it smelled nice and the squirt stain was gone.

***

After several peaceful minutes later, Samantha was disturbed from listening to the latest Depeche Mode album on her headphones, when a text from Sarah came.

My room. Now

Samantha texted back: But y

Come. Now!

Can’t. Depeche mode. Spirit

It will still be there when you return. Come now (no pun intended)

Samantha took a moment to wonder if that pun was intentional or not, given her orgasmic revelation earlier. But she didn’t want to dwell on her roommate’s tasteless humor of bodily functions. Instead, she got up and dragged her feet over to her roommate’s bedroom.

There was Sarah on the bed, laptop in front of her.

“Here, sit beside me,” she said.

Samantha sat next to her friend. “What are you doing?”

It only took a split second for Samantha to glance at the laptop screen to realize that it was porn. Not only was there porn on the screen, but there were also other porn links set up on multiple open tabs.

From a glance, it looked like some classy, tasteful, hipster type porn, with fine art and regular looking people.

“You called me here to look at porn?” Samantha asked incredulously. “I’m shocked. You’re corrupting my innocent brain.”

“Judging by that big stain you left on your bed, porn is the least of your worries.”

Samantha blushed, “Touché.”

“Anyway, behold, masturbation porn.”

Sarah clicked the mouse and played the first video. It was essentially a tastefully filmed amateur masturbation video of a naked middle-aged woman playing with herself in what looked like her actual bedroom. The woman was laying on a bath towel and the video started with her fingers on her clit. Then she went spread-eagle and started working her fingers inside. It was a simple yet effective technique.

After a few minutes of staring at the screen awkwardly, the woman finally came. It was a real orgasm, too. The woman moaned and cried. A rush of fluids gushed from her pussy and made a wet mess all over the bed. Luckily the bath towel was there to catch most of the fluids.

When it was over, the woman looked so satisfied and relieved. She smiled at the camera and said some nice words to the viewer. Someone was working the camera and zoomed in on the spent pussy, showing wet marks everywhere.

The clip ended with a close up of the woman’s face. She winked at the camera with a sly grin and the clip ended.

“You ruined my Depeche Mode session for this?” Samantha questioned. “I have my own porn sites that I visit. I don’t need any more recommendations.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow with a glint in her eye. “Really? Which porn sites do you visit?”

“Nevermind,” Samantha sighed. “What’s the point of this anyway? To make me feel better about my situation?”

“There you go. That’s your problem. You’re referring to your glorious bodily functions as a ‘situation,’ when the reality is that your squirting abilities are far from a situation. It’s a blessing.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“A lot of women would kill to orgasm like you do. Seriously, do you know the statistics of women and orgasms? Not all of them can do it regularly. For some, it’s extremely difficult. For others, it’s nonexistent.”

Samantha paused for a moment. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Not only can you orgasm, but your orgasms must be heavenly. Women who squirt feel a heightened sense of pleasure.”

“You think so?”

“Let me ask you this,” Sarah said. “What’s the difference between your orgasms when you squirt, and when you don’t squirt.”

“Squirting is all I know.”

Sarah leaned back and eyed her friend, taking this revelation in, looking so pleased yet envious. “You’ve been blessed.”

“No I haven’t. I cum like any other girl. Just wetter. Much wetter. It can be a real chore too. You don’t know what it’s like. Obviously you’re not a squirter.”

“I wish I was.”

“Since you’re not a squirter, you can’t possibly judge my experience as a sexual being.”

Sarah shook her head. “You’re like a rich person who hates being rich. Sure, there are burdens of being rich, but people would kill for those burdens. Literally. People commit murders everyday for the sake of being rich.”

“No one is going to kill to squirt like me.”

“Maybe not. But there are millions of envious women in this world who would gladly have your wet problem, if it meant experiencing the blissful pleasure of the human body. God has given you a special gift. Embrace it, Samantha.”

The truth was, this was exactly what Samantha needed to hear. She did know that she was gifted in some ways. Her orgasms always felt good. Actually, better than good. Amazing! If she could bring herself to a climax her days would always become better, her mood uplifted, and her outlook on life much brighter.

But like most college girls, she had insecurities of her own body. She was already awkward enough being a dork (though not as dorky as her high school years). In college, she made a concerted effort to become a normal human being. For the most part, she succeeded. She found her confidence. With that, she made more friends, was asked on more dates, and was overall less geeky.

Not that there’s anything wrong with being a geek. Geeks are sexy in their special way. But it was a question of confidence for Samantha.

The whole squirting thing did put a damper on Samantha’s overall body confidence and self-esteem. How could she fully be a sexual being in an adult relationship if she’d always have to change the bed sheets after sex? She could never fuck in a car or else she’d ruin the seat.

Could millions of women be envious of Samantha’s bodily function? Probably. Most likely. Yes. Samantha knew she could cum like no other, and it was time to appreciate that blessing.

Her eyes shifted to the laptop again, towards the self-assured woman on the screen, as the clip was still paused. The woman looked so happy to cum like that. Happy with her body, happy with life. Best of all, she had a partner (the camera person) who loved her for it. A partner who loved her so much, that he or she was willing to share that pleasure with the world, on this public porn site.

Maybe it was time for Samantha to feel the same way about her body? She decided she was finally ready for the next step in her evolution.

“I know, sometimes I can be hard on myself,” Samantha admitted.

“Acknowledgment is the first step.”

First step!? Samantha was puzzled and her eyebrow arched.

“First step toward what?”

“I’m putting together a team,” Sarah said seriously. “Something is happening and we need to prepare. We need members with exceptional skills and abilities. A league of women who together, can solve California’s drought problem.”

“Jesus, are we talking about masturbation? Or is this a plot for a horrible new comic book movie?”

“It was a joke. Sort of.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a flipping dork!”

Sarah smiled, “On a serious note, I’m going to buy you a vibrator.”

“What!? Dear god, no. Please don’t.”

“Why not?”

“If I wanted a vibrator, I’d buy it myself. I don’t need you buying sex toys for me.”

“Who cares,” Sarah replied. “We share panties.”

“Actually, we don’t share panties. You steal mine. Especially the good ones.”

“Either way, our pussies have touched the same cloth. That practically makes us sisters.”

Samantha pondered for a moment. “That kind of makes sense. We’re pussy sisters, if such a thing exists. Sisters of the Same Panties.”

“Sisters of the Same Panties? Who’s being the dork now? Go back to your room and listen to your new Depeche Mode album. Let me handle the rest.”

Samantha sighed, “I wish I could live with my parents again.”

Then she left, back to her room, back to Depeche Mode. She closed the door to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed, putting her earphones on. She played the upbeat track “So Much Love.”

I can’t lie / I can’t fake / I can’t act / My hands shake / This disclosure / I must make / There is so much love in me

As she hummed the chorus, she realized the blatant irony of the lyrics and switched to a different song.

***

The next day arrived and Samantha was pleasantly surprised that her roommate hadn’t mentioned the whole squirting thing again, but she was certain the subject would come up again.

She saw her roommate in the morning and still no mention. Maybe it would be a good day.

When she returned from a 4 hour block of college classes, Samantha realized that the idea was too good to be true. There was a plastic bag on the table with something inside. She didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what it was. Sure enough, the roommate popped into their small living room wearing a casual sundress, having recently returned home as well.

“Please don’t tell me,” Samantha sighed, taking her shoes off.

“It’s a sex toy.”

“Not this again.”

The mystery came to an end when Sarah removed the bag’s contents. Turns out, it was no mystery at all. Sarah held up a new box with a vibrator inside.

“Behold,” Sarah smiled. “My gift to you.”

“A vibrator?”

“Not just any vibrator. It’s a rabbit vibrator.”

“Is that supposed to make a difference?” Samantha inquired.

“Here, let’s have a look.”

Sarah tore open the package and used scissors to cut the tough plastic part. She tossed the box onto the table and held up the advanced-looking sex device. It was long, thick, and had an extension in the shape of bunny ears to stimulate the clit.

With the batteries inside, Sarah activated the vibrator on a low setting, causing the tip to rotate in circles and the extension to vibrate, which would certainly provide tons of pleasure to a woman’s clit and pussy.

“Yikes,” Samantha said, mesmerized by the sight.

“I know, right? The best part is that it’s waterproof.”

Samantha’s face turned red. “That’s important I guess.”

“Very important for what’s ahead of us.”

“Us?”

Sarah nodded. “Yes, us. You and me. This is going to be a team effort.”

“Ummm... says who?”

“Says the girl who went inside of a sex shop for the very first time to buy this expensive toy.”

“Touché.”

“Look, I’ll be honest,” Sarah said. “I’m completely and utterly jealous of your bodily attributes. It’s often difficult for me to cum, that’s why I envy you. And to be honest, I’m dying to see it happen in real life. It’s long been a fetish of mine, hence my porn viewing habits.”

“You want to watch me masturbate and squirt? So... you can get off to it?”

Sarah nodded.

“Are you kidding right now?” Samantha questioned in disbelief.

There was a long awkward pause between them and they both looked like they had bitten into sour candy. Sarah tensed and put a hand over her mouth, as if she were gasping in horror.

“Did I just ruin our friendship? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m such an idiot when I think about sex stuff sometimes.”

Samantha shook her head. “No, no. You just caught me off guard, that’s all. I mean, we’ve known each other forever. And we’ll still be living together for the next few years.”

“That doesn’t bother me. If anything, it’ll bring us closer together.”

“True, in an odd way.”

“Let’s not forget the most important thing,” Sarah began to explain. “Your whole body image deal. We both know what an insecure beaver you are. Even though you have such an attractive package, you never let yourself believe that. Remember high school prom? You went on and on about how goofy and awkward you felt, even though you looked gorgeous.”

Samantha blushed furiously, “Keep going.”

“How do you expect to blossom into a full grown sexual being if you can’t even be comfortable around your best friend?”

Striking words which struck Samantha right in the core. It was exactly what she needed to hear. Exactly what she wanted. And exactly what would convince her to do a thing like this.

Her facial expressions showed that she was beginning to waffle and wave. Sarah sensed the momentum change and seized the opportunity.

“What’s it going to be?” Sarah asked. “Should I attempt to return this device? Or shall we have some fun with it?”

Samantha paused for a moment. “One condition.”

“Name it.”

“You have to go first,” Samantha replied. “It’s fairer that way, and less embarrassing for me.”

Sarah smiled, “Deal. Now slip into something more appropriate and meet me in my room. No bra. No panties. I’ll make sure my bed is, ummm, squirt proof.”

“Kay kay,” she replied back, which was her cute way of saying, ‘okay.’

Samantha stood upright and tip-toed away, with a sense of embarrassment and excitement flowing in her veins.

***

It was ten minutes later when they finally started. Samantha went over to her friend’s room, dressed in sweatpants and a tshirt.

For her part, Sarah was still wearing the same sundress she had been wearing earlier, barefoot with her arms and calves showing. Casual, yet proper and relaxed.

On the bed, there were two spread-out bath towels laid neatly. It was just like the amateur porn video they watched yesterday, only more secure. After all, Sarah still had no idea how powerful Samantha could be, especially with a rabbit vibrator, so the extra precautions were necessary to protect the bed.

“Um, Sarah... that’s not going to be enough protection.”

“Are you serious?!” she replied, looking at Samantha in disbelief.

“Yeah...”

“Well, what would be good protection?”

Samantha took the towels and folded both in half, then in half again, so that it only covered the middle of the bed.

Sarah marveled at the new arrangement. “My god. Extra layers.”

“I know, I know, but I’ve never used a vibrator before, let alone a powerful one like that. I might accidentally solve California’s drought problem.”

“We can only hope.”

“Our landlord might disagree.”

They both laughed at the insane notion of their apartment being ruined by harmless squirt. Then the laughter turned into a moment of awkwardness.

“Time to get serious,” Sarah said after a deep breath. “Let’s begin.”

“How should we start?”

Sarah pursed her lips. “I’ll go first.”

“Have you ever used a vibrator on yourself before?”

“Nope.”

“So it’ll be the first time for both of us,” Samantha noted.

“Yep. Sit down and enjoy the show. I’ll try not to make a fool of myself.”

Samantha looked around the small room. There weren’t any extra seats except for the small chair in front of the dresser, which meant she’d have to have a poor view of the action. Nonetheless, she moved over to it.

“Just sit here,” Sarah said, pointing to the end of the bed.

“Are you sure? That means, ummm, I’ll be right in front of you. Like, I’ll be able to see directly into your...”

“My pinkness?” Sarah smiled. “I know, it’ll be embarrassing. But if we’re going to go swimming, we might as well dive right in.”

Samantha put her hands on her hips. “Was that a pun?”

“No way. Total coincidence. Now sit.”

Things were getting intense and Samantha felt her heart beating. Both of them were filled with nervous energy as Samantha sat on the edge of the bed. Sarah positioned herself on the bed.