The Swim Team Ch. 04

"You said it first," Lily replied. She was masturbating openly, going for a quickie. "So you say it first."

"If I tell you you're gonna cum and then you'll fall asleep and I'll never know, cause you're a goldfish."

"Let's say it at the same time."

"Alright." Gabrielle put the tablet away and sat in front of her. She rolled her eyes seeing her hand still going at it. But at the same time it was all going as planned.

She had this bizarre anticipation brewing in her that felt like she, too, was going to cum. Cum words.

They both rose to their knees, facing each other, real close. Lily lost the defiant look that had been on her face since she had started touching herself.

Gabrielle didn't know where to put her hands. She brushed and hesitated over Lily's shoulders and upper arms.

With her free hand, Lily pinched her left nipple but stopped when Gabrielle threw a quick, almost involuntary glare down at it.

"Ok 1, 2—"

"Waiwaiwait, at the same time, ready?"

With one voice, the two girls opened their hearts: "1, 2, 3... I can ejaculate!"

Gabrielle gawked at Lily, not sure she heard it right. Without breaking eye contact, Lily rubbed her clitoris a few last times and squirted onto the bed with a gushing sound.

*****

Before the necessary conversation started, Lily spread a towel under herself.

"I let it dry off under the bed," she said, sitting down on her heels, "it's not like pee, it doesn't really smell."

Gabrielle found the breath to ask: "You plan on doing it more? Can we have a real quiet talk where you don't...you know?"

"K, sure."

"You can do it several times in a row?"

"If I drink a lot I can go all afternoon."

At the Chervonys, lunch was at noon and dinner at seven. That made a six-hour afternoon.

"How long between each one?" Gabrielle asked, ever obsessed with numbers.

"I prefer to space them out. Actually no, it depends, sometimes it's just so fucking good to squirt like five times in a row."

Lily visibly refrained from proving it on the spot, with all the strength of her politeness.

Gabrielle couldn't calculate but she remembered her own score. Her Fifteen. Was it fifteen? Such a lengthy trance of pleasure could make you lose count. And make you lose your mind, this she could remember clearly. The overwhelming descent into a bubbling mess, begging for more. And Lily had just put her own personal version of these images in her head. Of herself in this altered state for six hours, living exactly what she could live, writhing and rambling in an endless pileup of climaxes for a whole afternoon of Fifteen.

It was sadistically arousing.

Gabrielle didn't bother hiding her erection anymore. She would sprain her penis if she did.

"Is it that goonies thing you talked to me about?"

"No. You don't cum when you're gooning."

"So how does it feel?"

It was on purpose that Gabrielle bombarded her with questions. She knew quite well how ejaculating felt. She could summon the memory of the sensation, surging from her prostate, through the big long duct in her shaft, and finally out her peehole. Like hot lava erupting.

"Feels like hot lava erupting?" she asked without thinking.

"Yes, this!"

"Like a burning tongue licking you from the inside to the outside?"

"Mmmh fuuck!" Lily's nipples stiffened before her eyes. She wiggled her hips, struggling with pressing impulses. "Sorry about that, Gabe. I must look like a little slut right now."

"You always do," Gabrielle heard herself reply.

They both gasped in what felt like an infinite gap into the moment, Gabrielle not believing what she had just said, Lily not believing what she had just heard. But the moment went back on its course, crashing down on the self-proclaimed little slut who slipped a hand between her thighs to stifle an unexpected wet release and then accompany it once she knew it was no use. She let out her surprise and pleasure so loudly Gabrielle had to throw her hand over her open mouth to muffle her whimpers.

There was also this squishy sound somewhere around her ankles. And this one, Gabrielle wouldn't dare imagine how to muffle it.

I practically made her cum just talking to her. With my words.

With my tongue.

Her bulge threatened to rip off any fabric in its way.

And what just happened anyway?

She let Lily pant out and leaned closer to kiss her in her hair. She loved doing that.

She held her tenderly and whispered in her ear.

"When did you find out?"

"Last week," Lily wheezed out. "I think it was the biggest orgasm of my life. It was insane. I was alone and I was fucking high and I screamed so loud. I wish you had been there to hear how I screamed. And there was this single...spurt. It almost hit my desk."

Gabrielle couldn't hold back any longer. "I started ejaculating sperm just last night. And Sophia knows about it."

She pre-cummed copiously in her pants and didn't care one bit.

"She saw you?"

"No."

"And you won't show me," Lily said, more like a regret than a reproach.

"No, I'm sorry."

Gabrielle had let Lily see her penis only twice. And it had always been flaccid, and it had always been after hours of pushing and begging and nagging.

She had a few more things to whisper. Feelings. They shared so many all of a sudden and she could never have imagined.

She tried to express them, within the limits of her vocabulary:

Lily and her were the same. They could feel the same. From deeper than the bond of friendship. All because of a secret reflex Lily had uncovered, during the lost hours of her nights, her fingers shamelessly in search of new grounds of intimacy.

Sure it was a discovery that belonged to Lily, but Gabrielle could take so much from it. Rethink her fate. Because if women could ejaculate, then how was she different from them?

She was a Rebz. And she was a woman.

Maybe it meant ejaculating was simply something waiting in everyone, hidden but too ancient to be really lost.

"Oh my God, you sound like my mom," Lily grouched. "I just read a tutorial on wikiHow, that's all."

Their heads tilted, their eyes met and their fit of giggles seamlessly became playful wrestling which seamlessly became the hug of two friends, twinned at the soul.

They both told their tale of their first ejaculation, with great detail and for Lily, way more curse words. They were so at ease they didn't mind being horny, nor showing it. And the tablet was long forgotten.

They concluded with some staring into the ceiling, hand in hand.

Lily asked:

"Do you think other friends people do the same weird shit we do?"

"I don't think so. But most friends don't know each other from birth."

"Hell yeah, we're sistas."

"My sister doesn't ask to see my dick every day."

It made them laugh.

It made them kiss. On the forehead. On the cheeks.

And it led them back to silence. Of a more peaceful tune. Lying in each other's arms. Almost breath against breath.

That was until Lily sat up, towering over Gabrielle, and asked:

"Do you like my feet?"

She put them under her nose.

"I don't know. They're nice. They're feet, I guess."

"Then watch this."

Lily hunkered down on the towel with her feet together. Looking down at herself, focused, and contorting to aim right, she rubbed her clit without a sound and in a matter of seconds, streams of girl-cum hit her toes.

"Fuck, I love doing that!" she moaned.

Gabrielle gasped. She had just been taken by surprise by the hottest thing she had ever seen.

Hopping back into cross-legged sitting, a warm and glimmering dew spattering around, Lily added, "You can do it too now that you shoot cum."

This fact hit Gabrielle not in the gut, lower actually. Not in the penis either. Much lower. It hit her in her own feet. Their delicate skin had suddenly gathered a mind of its own which was screaming 'i want i want i want'.

"Shut up," she whined and didn't see it coming when Lily extended a leg to rub her wet sole against her bulge.

"Stop it!" She slapped it away.

Lily burst out laughing. But she also looked around for a bottle of water.

"Oh by the way," Gabrielle said, "I was wondering. You never ate cum, have you?"

"No, why you asking?"

"No reason, I just wonder how it tastes."

"It smells like ammonia so I never really wanted to try. Why are you asking?"

"Oh nothing, it's just..."

Lily blew air through her nose. A coldness was taking over her and her smile.

"You really won't show me, uh?" she asked.

"No. I told you no. I'm sorry, Lou."

Lily sat down on her desk chair.

"I bet you're dying to see me, though."

Cold. Definitely.

Gabrielle stammered. "Well... like... it's not like you hate showing off..."

"Yeah, like I'm some kind of slut. And you aren't."

"What? that's not what I meant—I'm sorry I called you a slu—"

"Gabe. I built everything for your "well-being" here. I did everything so nothing matters here—"

"But it does matter!"

"—and I'm starting to feel things are getting a little unbalanced."

"Because I won't show you my dick?"

"Because you're a slut too."

Gabrielle gasped, eyes wide. "A-are you ser—"

"You told me yourself. Everything you say, everyday, the sole fact that you tell me all this stuff about yourself shows that sex is just at the core of who you are—"

"That's not who I am! I don't know who I am! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! Do you know who you are? Just stop telling me what to do. You don't know what I want. And you can't blackmail me like that."

Lily thought it through rather rapidly. She sighed.

"And I won't." Her eyes fell downcast. Only to rise back up weighted with pain and hesitation. "You know... I could have replied, 'I have other friends.'"

(unlike Gabrielle)

"And threaten you to spend less time with you and more time with them. But I won't. I'm not gonna beg. Or blackmail you. I won't do nothing. I can't stop being your friend. I couldn't. But sometimes I wish I could feel the same from you."

Gabrielle sniffled. But only once. And her voice remained strong. Because Lily helped her be. She said, "Having a penis makes me feel like crap."

Lily looked at her, moved. She nodded. "I know."

Slowly they stood up and dove back into their hug. No tears. They were above them.

Lily said something. "We love each other more than we can even imagine." And it was the truth.

"I mean, look at ourselves," she added with a playful tweak in her voice.

Gabrielle looked around. One was naked. The other had a penis and a boner. There was cake, a towel soaked in cum, nudes on an iPad and it smelled like pussy. The room was an orgiastic warzone.

Laughter won over—not the tears, they never stood a chance—over the fear.

"So you wanted to see," Lily said, already moving over the bed.

She sat on the towel, legs spread, knees up. Gabrielle was used to her friend flipping through moods but this one segue was blunt.

Speechless, she watched her part her pussy lips and lube her fingers with her own wetness. Enough for ten.

"Pay attention, I won't do it twice."

Gabrielle came sitting beside her.

Lily easily pushed two digits from her right hand inside herself and explained as she went along.

"So first you have to stimulate your G-spot. Wanna have a feel?"

"No, I used to have one of those, remember?"

"Fine. You have to make that 'come hither' motion over it."

By the movements of her tendons on the back of her hand, Gabrielle could tell she was doing it quite vigorously.

"If you do it right, you're gonna hear that noise."

As she said it a muffled sound became clearer and clearer. Like a lemon getting squeezed.

The analogy wasn't gross to Gabrielle. She loved citrus fruits.

Lily pulled her fingers out and put them on her clitoris. "I use cheatcodes, so I don't even have to do it."

"What do you mean?" Gabrielle asked, now transfixed by her friend's swelling vagina.

"I mean I'm so good at giving myself orgasms, I can go straight to step two."

Lily moved the tip of her middle-finger over her clit, in a mashing circle. She was staring down at it. Her breathing was quiet and stable, no particular noises were escaping her throat, no signs of tension, just pure focus. Until she curled her toes and there was that sound.

Gabrielle fell in love with that sound. Like a cute little leak going through shifting labia, and coming from very, very deep. It wasn't like anything she ever heard. Not like urinating, not like ejaculating with a penis. It was as cute as its word. Squirting.

A tiny flow of clear liquid was dribbling through Lily's fingers, and down into her buttcrack and then the towel. Gabrielle didn't mind if it would spray her, she just watched, fascinated, enamored, from a reasonable distance.

"It's...so cute!" she said. "Bodily fluids aren't supposed to be cute, what the heck!"

Keeping her unlikely deadpan, Lily lay down on her back and brought her knees up to her chest. She kept looking at herself. She used her two hands to spread open her vagina lips and pull on her clitoral hood to make her clit stick out of all its length. "Now, for a better view."

Nothing Gabrielle hadn't seen before, but never this way. What she had under her nose was positively pornographic. Lily wasn't explaining how she shaved here, she had made herself an object on display, rising outside of her flesh self to better enjoy this very flesh; utterly exposed from bush to asshole, unnaturally stretched out, her vagina suddenly revealing a new shape, liberating the delicate details of its inviting insides. And Gabrielle knew one thing: Lily the home-nudist, the home-slut, loved it. Because she loved it too. When she peeled back the foreskin off her slutty cockhead, she loved it. And what she did; she leaned closer, intently. She curled up, arms and legs folded underneath herself, her chin almost touching the surface of the bed. She was at the perfect place to see the pink spectacle, without being in the angle of fire. Her boner was beating like a heart between her thighs.

"You see my peehole?" Lily asked.

"Yep."

"Here we go, then."

She closed her eyes and started flexing her clit in the air. Over and over. So hard and so rhythmically Gabrielle immediately saw it with her naked eyes.

She said, "Oh my gosh, are you...?"

"Yes. I'm so horny right now I can cum from just doing that."

"Wow, ok... that's...skilled stuff."

Lily took mellow care to keep her pussy spread open. From time to time she also checked Gabrielle was still looking at it.

Her clit doubled in size as her tranquil masturbation went on. She was pulling the hood so much it almost looked painful. It wasn't.

"How does it feel?" Gabrielle asked.

"Squirting?"

"Yeah. Where do you cum exactly?"

"In my clit mostly, but it's like... My bladder and my G-spot they swell together and it feels very hot like, almost like it burns and... like... like it's as if peeing becomes really fucking good, but that's not really it because you know, when you pee you relax everything but when I squirt my pussy is contracting really hard and it pushes the cum out."

Gabrielle could feel her foreskin sticking to her underwear and she refrained from touching it.

She said, "I feel like my G-spot moved to my prostate—"

"Oh fuck, say it again."

"What?"

"It's so hot to hear you say that. That you have a prostate now."

"Heh. Prostate."

"Mmhhhhhhhhh..."

"My prostate."

"Mmmmmmh...it's so wrong."

"Freakin' perv... My prostate is where my orgasm is triggered in a way and so ejaculating feels nothing like peeing."

"You mean you're cumming with your prostate?"

"Oh no, I'm cumming with my penis. Definitely my penis."

"And it feels like cumming with like a huge clit?"

"I wouldn't describe it this way."

"And when you cum you imagine Ryan Gosling is sucking on it?"

Gabrielle snorted. "Heh. No."

"Sasha Ronan then?"

"No."

"You know, sometimes I have this fantasy. I imagine I'm doing this. Like, I imagine I'm right in the middle of Time Square and I'm just like that, in this position, with my clit presented for everyone to see. And everybody just comes and looks at it. They look at me and they're like thousands and like, their gaze, it's like touching me in a way, and I mean, like, you know my clit it's like..."

Lily's eyes shot open, she lifted her head to look at herself, almost like she had been startled, and said: "Ready?"

Gabrielle choked on her "Yes."

She gave her engorged clitoris a few nudges, careful not to touch and obstruct her urethra, and this time emotions took over. She scrunched her face, betrayed by the internal victory of overwhelming pleasure, and as her mouth opened, she let out a groan so throaty she made her audience blush.

The entire surface of her pussy started contracting but all eyes were locked on this almost indiscernible hole, which had become a new source of pleasure for Lily. And what they saw after one, or perhaps two seconds of patience and scrutiny was a jet of girl-cum, long and clear, arcing free and undeviated in the air to come splash and vanish into the towel ten inches away.

Gabrielle didn't even realize she had her two hands covering her gaping mouth, like she was witnessing the most amazing cosmic event, or because she was. She was thinking a billion things at once, which was thinking nothing at all, and she better be because among these brawling meshes of thoughts were ideas of oral sex with the wrong person, was the sound of her throat swallowing liquid, was the sensation of her tongue sticking out in Time Square.

A second volley spurted out and traced the same beauty. Then a third one, much weaker, dribbled down Lily's pussy and down across her contracting anus.

Then she let go, relaxed completely, sprawled in perfect weightless peace, she rested her head on the bed and closed her eyes. With the voice of someone who was still cumming she said:

"And this...is squirting."

Gabrielle sat up.

"Lily, you're the most beautiful woman I know. And you just proved it again."

Time passed. Quietness imposed its favors.

And Lily smiled.

She smiled so much life could switch back on.

So:

*****

Lily reached out to look at the time on her phone.

"Aight, gotta boogie," she said.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. And you know what? Operation Homesitting is deployed."

"What?! No!" Gabrielle started to get agitated. "That's not what we said—"

"Sorry. Mom decided at the last minute. We're seeing Aunt Darla."

"Bu—"

"We're staying for dinner. That means we'll be back around ten. Means you have...seven hours."

Gabrielle was protesting and panicking but already her guts were getting tainted with a renewed arousal. Operation Homesitting was a plan the two girls had imagined over the last few months. It was simple:

Lily would find a reason for Isla and her to leave the house for a very long time. She would leave her keys to Gabrielle who would then have the place all for herself for hours. Enough to try out nudism. Or more honestly, enough to...to do pretty much whatever she wanted.

They had never settled on a date but seeing Lily's evil grin, it was now inescapable that it would be right now.

This kind of surprise was typical of her. Because she knew that good timing could make you more than horny.

"You should have told me," Gabrielle whined, biting on every hangnail she could find.

But already Lily was picking clothes from her dresser.

Isla's voice came from downstairs: "Lou, you're ready?"

"What if I'm not in the mood?" Gabrielle was still trying to get out of it.

"You're always in the mood." She grimaced putting a bra on. "Keys: my backpack. Front pocket."