Unspoken Pleasure (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?

The next day, after I'd finally convinced myself that I was safe, it all came crashing down.

"You know that porn's not real, right?" Kelly asked.

We were sitting in our usual booth at the diner. It was a languid Sunday morning, 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 was early, so the place wasn't too busy.

My roommate was wearing a 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 around, but my roommate just stared back at me, deadly serious. I cleared my throat, but it came out as a nervous choke.

Kelly and I had basically been best friends since college. After graduation, we moved into 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 was going to survive for much longer.

"Those videos fake everything," Kelly said as if she was explaining the reality of professional wrestling to an 8-year-old boy.

"Some of it's real," I said, feeling weirdly defensive. "The amateur stuff."

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

"Well, of course, but..."

"Ugh, what are you two arguing about now?"

I 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 Kelly across from me. She was wearing a yellow, summery dress that made her chest look even larger than usual and flared nicely over her wide hips.

"Seriously, if you two are going to argue like an old married couple, you might as well get hitched," Megan said. She was my friend Shawn's long-time girlfriend and she'd been a part of our group since they started dating. Boisterous, with a body to match, Megan was always the loudest person in the room, and we loved her for it.

"I caught TJ watching porn yesterday," Kelly said, getting right to the point.

"Nice!" Megan said, "Was his thing out? Was it huge? I bet it was huge."

I blushed. Kelly shook her head.

"See? That comment is the perfect example of what happens when you watch porn all the time," my athletic roommate said, "It gives you unrealistic expectations."

"I could have a big dick," I said.

"Yes, baby, I'm sure your mean old monster is ready to bust out at any minute," Kelly said, the disdain dripping from her voice.

"Sure, porn's fake," Megan said, "But it's still fun."

Again, Kelly glared over at her friend. "You're not helping," my roommate said.

"Sorry," Megan replied, but she said it with a twinkle in her eye.

"If you think sex is like porn, when you have actual sex it'll never live up to that," Kelly said, continuing her lecture.

"I know what sex is like," I said, "I've had sex."

"Porn will make it seem less good," Kelly said. I looked at Megan for help, but the auburn-haired girl just grinned. I think she was enjoying my misery as much as Kelly now. "Girls won't ride your cock for forty minutes, even if you could last that long. At that point, it gets painful."

"That is true," Megan said, "Porn's also, like, really anti-girl."

"I know right?" Kelly said, "Most of the time, it's not even about pleasing the woman. And even if it is? So fake. Nobody orgasms like that, I promise you."

"Is Santa Claus pretend, too?" I asked, mocking.

"I actually just read the most interesting thing about the St. Nicholas mythology."

Abby had arrived. The stick-skinny girl was wearing a t-shirt showing the Periodic Table of Cats. Her top was so tight, it made her normally modest-sized chest look liable to explode onto the table, though I doubted she was even aware of the effect. Abby had her poker straight, white-blonde hair tied up in a professional-looking bun. She fixed her glasses as she took a seat next to me.

"Did you see that article, as well?" Abby asked, scooching in.

"No, we're talking about orgasms," Megan said.

"Fascinating," Abby said. She was Megan's best friend, though the two of them couldn't be less alike. Abby was going for her doctorate in organic chemistry. Megan mixed drinks at the local bar. Abby was a hardcore reader. Megan had, famously, once thrown a book at a cop when she was drunk. Abby loved playing D&D. Megan had double... Well, anyway. Somehow the two of them got along like they were meant for each other.

Before Kelly could resume her rant on pornography and the evils thereof, Devon showed up. The tiny girl with tight blonde curls gave all of us a little wave. She was wearing an oversized, fluffy white sweater and tan capris.

"Hi," she said, then climbed over all of us to sit in the back corner of the booth. Devon was Abby's roommate and terminally shy.

"As I was saying," Kelly said, as if the arrival of our friends was a rude interruption, "Women don't cum in real life like they do in porn."