Chapter 1

Jane 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 Jane.

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

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

Amrita 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,” Jane said, shaking her head fast.

Amrita 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. Jane sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh god,” she moaned, wanting to cry.

Amrita, being the good friend, sat down beside Jane and rubbed her back.

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

Jane 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,” Jane mumbled under her breath.

“I said it’s not piss.”

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

Jane 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.”

Jane spoke up. “I played with myself.”

“That’s what made the mess.”

Amrita’s jaw dropped. “No way.”

“You freaking squirted!”

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

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

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

“Amrita, 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.”

“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,” Jane 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, Jane, 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?” Amrita 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?”

Jane 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,” Jane replied. “Enough about my masturbation habits. This is so intrusive on my privacy.”

“We share everything though.”

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

“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?” Jane asked.

Amrita stood up. “Yep.”

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

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

Amrita left the room and Jane 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, Jane was disturbed from listening to the latest Depeche Mode album on her headphones, when a text from Amrita came.

Jane texted back: But y

Can’t. Depeche mode. Spirit

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

Jane 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 Amrita on the bed, laptop in front of her.

“Here, sit beside me,” she said.

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

It only took a split second for Jane 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?” Jane 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.”

Jane blushed, “Touché.”

“Anyway, behold, masturbation porn.”

Amrita 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?” Jane questioned. “I have my own porn sites that I visit. I don’t need any more recommendations.”

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

“Nevermind,” Jane 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.”

Jane 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.”

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

“Squirting is all I know.”

Amrita 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.”

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

Amrita 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, Jane.”

The truth was, this was exactly what Jane 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 Jane.

The whole squirting thing did put a damper on Jane’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 Jane’s bodily function? Probably. Most likely. Yes. Jane 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.