Margot and Katie have a sensational deal together



Margot 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 a normal Margot.

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

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

Katie 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,” Margot said, shaking her head fast.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, I’m sure.”

Katie 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. Margot sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh god,” she moaned, wanting to cry.

Katie, being the good friend, sat down beside Margot and rubbed her back.

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

Margot 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,” Margot mumbled under her breath.

“Huh?”

“I said it’s not piss.”

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

Margot 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.”

Margot spoke up. “I played with myself.”

“So?”

“That’s what made the mess.”

Katie’s jaw dropped. “No way.”

“Yes, way.”

“You freaking squirted!”

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

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

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

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

“Squirt is the appropriate name.”

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

“But why?”

“Katie, 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,” Margot 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, Margot, 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?” Katie 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?”

Margot shrugged, “Probably. If it’s a long day, the last thing I want to do is to prepare 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,” Margot replied. “Enough about my masturbation habits. This is so intrusive on my privacy.”

“We share everything though.”

Margot 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?” Margot asked.

Katie stood up. “Yep.”

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

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

Katie left the room and Margot 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 bed sheet. At least it smelled nice and the squirt stain was gone.

***

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

My room. Now

Margot texted back: But y

Come. Now!

Can’t. Depeche mode. Spirit

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

Margot 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 Katie on the bed, laptop in front of her.

“Here, sit beside me,” she said.

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

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

Margot blushed, “Touch√©.”

“Anyway, behold, masturbation porn.”

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

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

“Nevermind,” Margot 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?”

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