Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Cum Contest:1

Introduction: five female friends compete to have the quietest climax.

Everyone here is over the age of 18.

"This is the challenge," I said, raising my right hand to reveal a small, egg-shaped vibrator.

My five female friends stared back at me. They were each sitting in a folding chair, set up in a semi-circle in my living room. Their individual expressions told me everything I needed to know.

Kelly glared defiant. Megan smiled at me, wickedly. Abby cocked her eyebrow in curiosity. Grace's face twisted in disgust. Devon wouldn't even meet my eye. Each woman was very different, yet each was also quite beautiful in her own, unique way.

We all thought we understood what was about to happen. None of us could imagine what was coming next.

*

It started with a silly argument.

I was sitting in the living room, pants around my ankles, watching porn on the big screen TV. I was expecting to have the apartment to myself for at least another hour.

Then, out of nowhere, the front door flew open, revealing my longtime roommate, Kelly. The petite brunette, still in her tight workout clothes that showed off her taut body, stared at me, aghast. Her duffle and her jaw dropped to the ground. Before Kelly could recover, I scrambled back to my bedroom -- a throw pillow covering my most private place. I quickly pulled on pants, then came back out, sheepish and unfulfilled. Kelly was already in the process of making dinner. She didn't even look my way.

I told my roommate I was sorry, but she just smiled and went back to what she was doing. I sat on the couch, waiting for the inevitable onslaught of questions and accusations. But Kelly didn't do any of that.

At first, I thought she was angry, but the longer the evening continued, the more I became convinced that Kelly was fine with it. That my big reveal wasn't that big a deal, and she was ready to move on from it. Maybe I really did have the coolest roommate ever?

day, after I'd finally convinced myself that I was safe, it all

that porn's not real, right?"

and we were still waiting for our friends to show up for our weekly breakfast get together. The diner was a tiny place, a former train car with a white-tiled floor and floral curtains. It

dark green tank top and a pair of navy mesh shorts. Her brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. Her arms flexed, muscular, as she poured her coffee. I thought she was playing

the city and decided to rent a place together. I know a lot of people thought we were hooking up, but romance had never entered the picture or even came close. We just didn't see each other that way. Though, with how Kelly was glaring at me now, I wondered if our friendship

Kelly said as if she was explaining

it's real," I said,

her head at me. "They're performing for the

"Well, of course, but..."

you two arguing

looked up and saw Megan standing over our table. Broad and curvy, the auburn-haired woman gave us one of her wide, trademark smiles, then sat next to

girlfriend and she'd been a part of our group since they started dating.

watching porn yesterday," Kelly said, getting right

Was it huge? I bet

Kelly shook her

you watch porn all the time," my athletic roommate said, "It gives

have a big dick,"

I'm sure your mean old monster is ready to bust out at any minute,"

porn's fake," Megan said, "But

her friend.

but she said it with a

actual sex it'll never live up to that," Kelly said, continuing

know what sex is like,"