“It’s not like you squirt,”

Hmmm, that was something to ponder.

I had been talking to my sweetheart, telling him how interesting I found it that all of the men I had been sleeping with recently had commented on my wetness.

“Wow, you’re so wet!” was the most common one, but I usually don’t think any more of this than I assume a guy would “you’re so hard!” One of those things you say during sex, while usually true, is said with the intention of causing whichever symptom to increase from ego.

But, the last time it was said I laughed and immediately the man followed it with, “No, I’m serious, you’re unbelievably wet. I’ve never seen a woman get this wet.”

I had no idea how to take this. Being in the midst of passion I forced his head back between my legs. If I’d had any sense I’d have demanded he lick up the mess he’d created, but being less quick with speaking my desires than I am at typing them I simply directed his tongue back to my dripping cunt and he took the hint.

His words, however, stuck with me. Was I Really that extremely wet? I thought back to the man I’d fucked at work. He, too, had commented on how “very” wet I was. This one seemed to mean a bit more as he usually was not particularly vocal. He’d seemed quite shocked.

The first man I ever took home from a bar had also commented, but I was quite drunk that night and don’t recall the exact words.

I tried to recall if my boyfriend had said anything on these lines, but the only thing that stuck in my mind was having my legs spread before him with his camera focused on my cunt.

A comment of simply how “free” I was with my body. I still think this is my favorite of all compliments, whether it was meant as one or not.

However, there was nothing about my tendency for over lubricating and as I mentioned these comments from other men his words were simply, “it’s not like you squirt or anything.”

True. At least, that was the first thought that crossed my mind, but then again, was it?

Instantly my mind went back to what I had at the time believed to be my first real orgasm.

I had been masturbating for years, since I was ten I’d say. It wasn’t until I was at least 14 that I’d had my actual first orgasm. It was a tingly rush of pleasure, a climax finally attained after so many years of rubbing my pussy. At the time I didn’t even know what a clitoris was, and was too scared to really explore anything. I simply rubbed the outer lips, over the hair they were covered with at the time.

Masturbation became quite the obsession and eventually I found myself rubbing myself through my jeans when my parents were in the kitchen making dinner, trying to make myself cum before either of them entered the room.

Once I thought my mom might have caught me but she went back into the kitchen and I never heard a word of it.

When the internet came around I soon found myself on websites reading sex stories. Still being a virgin at 18 it was the masturbation stores that excited me. I had no boyfriends and was terrorfied to talk to other people without a keyboard and monitor between us, so my fantasies of other people were few and far between. I was only interested in what my fingers could do to me.

The more I read the more I found I wanted to do. I began exploring myself, actually dipping my fingers between the moistened folds of my sex. I even recall looking at it with a mirror once, but my shyness got the better of me and thinking it ugly I never looked again.

I continued pleasuring myself, however, but still had not inserted anything into my virgin cunt. I was simply to scared.

Then one night when my mom was at work and my stepfather asleep I decided to get a little daring. Horny beyond belief I went into the living room and began flipping channels with the volume turned down.

This was the only TV that got showtime and I knew that late at night I would be able find something sexy to tease myself with and I was right.

As I flipped the channels suddenly I saw this scene of two women. One black and one white, both nude but for a set of high heels. I stared in awe as the black woman knelt between the white woman’s legs and fastened her mouth to her cunt. I felt the fire burn between my legs to an extent I’d never felt before.

There was something about the scene that drew me in. The simple act of eating pussy that I was so unfamiliar with, the contrast of the pale white skin, and the dark glossy brown, and the simple fact that it was two women.

I would have expected to have been repulsed by the scene, I always told myself that while I accepted my gay brother there was nothing like that about me. I tried desperately to keep my eyes on the floor of the
lockerroom in gym class for fear that one of the girls would see me looking and think I was a dyke, though if I care to be honest I stole glances often and hoped they didn’t see, but all of that was forgotten
now. The only thing I could think was how I longed to have her hot mouth on my cunt right now.

Without thinking I removed my panties, simple cotton briefs back then, and slipped my hand up under the t-shirt I was wearing. I began to flick my clit (having previously located it with the help of the mirror) and run my finger between my pussy lips but it just wasn’t doing it for me.

Checking to be sure that I could hear my stepfather still snoring and knowing mom wouldn’t be home for a while I decided to risk it and lay on the living room floor. I kept my t-shirt on, the remote at my side, just incase he decided to make a middle of the night bathroom run, but I’m sure I forgot about all that very quickly.

As I watched the black woman feasting on that lucious white cunt I began to get daring. One hand resting on a tit through my shirt, the other got adventurous and a finger slowly worked it’s way to my cunt.

I remember thinking how strange it felt as it slipped inside, all wet, kinda bumpy, very strange and very intense. My other hand left my tit and moved to my clit as I slowly wiggled that finger in my cunt, thrilling to the new sensations. I don’t know if I ever looked back at the TV, the intensity of the finger in my cunt was hogging all my attention at that time.

I curled the finger upward, brushing against what I now know was my G spot. My fear was suddenly overpowered by pleasure. This was so much more than what I had felt previously. Getting more daring I pushed in another finger and together they began rubbing this spot as I attempted to brush my clit with my other hand but found it quite like trying to rub your belly and pat your head at the same time.

The feeling grew more intense and I knew I was working toward an orgasm but it was something more than I’d ever had before. I stopped messing with my clit and began fucking myself hard with my two fingers. I could hear myself grunting but there was no stopping now, no fear of being caught, just a desire to cum like I’d never felt before.

As I fucked my fingers in and out of myself I continued to curl them up towards my g-spot, not knowing that’s what it was, but reveling in the feeling of it. Suddenly the pleasure I had been longing for washed over me and as it did I felt very strange as a flood of liquid came from somewhere deep inside me. I could feel it comming out, the intense pleasure that came from that spot. It was unbelievable.

It took my breath away and I lay on the floor trying to recover and wondering what had just happened.

It’s little wonder that with the intensity of it I started to think that perhaps that was the real orgasm and I’d never really had one before but of course that wasn’t the case, I’d simply found my g-spot.

The only orgasm that can make a woman ejaculate. It would be years before I’d find that out, and only a few more times would I ever bring myself to that point again, but it’s something I’ll never forget.

Whether or not there was any actual squirting I’ll never know as I did not exactly have ring side seats to the arena, but the size of the wet spot on my parents carpet was alarming.

I think I blamed it on the dog, but I don’t recall.

All I know is that as I heard those words, “It’s not like you squirt or anything,” I can’t help but wonder if perhaps I don’t have a bit of a hidden talent that needs exploring.