Day 17 - Squirting

Day 17 - Squirting

Ava sprawled across Deborah's bed, scrolling lazily on her phone while Deborah, in typical fashion, was busy reading through emails. It had been a long day, and they'd both settled into the comfortable routine of being around each other.

Ava cleared her throat, breaking the quiet. "So… I've been doing some reading."

Deborah didn't even look up from her laptop, her eyebrows barely lifting. "Oh no. That's always dangerous," she deadpanned, her tone full of sarcasm.

The younger woman rolled her eyes, tossing her phone onto the bed and propping herself up on her elbows. "Come on, hear me out. I've been reading about… you know, making women squirt."

That finally got Deborah's attention. She looked up, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "Oh, please. That's an urban legend. Like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster."

Ava smirked, biting her lip as she leaned closer, her voice dropping into a playful, teasing tone. "You don't believe it's real? Or is it that you just don't think it can happen to you?"

The comedian scoffed, going back to her emails with a dismissive wave. "Sweetheart, I've been around a lot longer than you. If it were a thing, I'd have heard about it by now. Not to mention, I'm not exactly in the mood for one of your weird experiments tonight."

Of course, she wasn't deterred. She shifted onto her knees, crawling closer to the older woman with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Come on, Deb. I've done my research. I know what I'm doing. You just have to relax and trust me."

Deborah shot her a sideways glance, her expression a mix of skepticism and amusement. "Trust you? Ava, you can barely trust yourself to make toast without burning it. And now you want to turn me into some kind of human fountain? No, thank you."

Ava laughed, her hands sliding up her girlfriend's thighs as she moved even closer. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a buzzkill. It's not an urban legend—it's a real thing. And if anyone's going to make you squirt, it's going to be me."

Deborah snorted, setting her laptop aside as she crossed her arms, clearly not buying into the idea. "You really think you can do it, huh?"

Ava's grin widened, her fingers trailing lightly up and down Deborah's legs, teasing but not quite pushing it yet. "I know I can. Just let me try."

The older woman stared at her for a long moment, her lips quirking into that familiar smirk. "Fine. Knock yourself out. But when it doesn't happen, I'm going to remind you of this moment every single time you bring up one of your dumb ideas."

Ava's eyes lit up with excitement. "Deal."

With that, she wasted no time, undressind Deborah as fast as she possibly could manage. There was a tangle of her gangle limbs with some of the more sheer fabric, but ultimately she was successful in getting them both undressed without any lasting injuries. The soreness on her chin would fade. She really should've known better than to try to sling shot her bra off the bed.

"You're really committed to this, huh?" Deborah muttered, her tone a mix of sarcasm and something else—something warmer, more curious.

Ava grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Deborah's neck. "You have no idea."

Deborah let out a small sigh, leaning back against the pillows as Ava's lips continued to trail down her body. She still looked skeptical, her arms folded across her chest like she was waiting for Ava to fail spectacularly, but there was a glimmer of interest in her eyes now, something that Ava was determined to stoke into a full flame.

Ava's fingers moved lower, teasing Deborah's thighs apart as she settled between them. She took her time, working her way up to the main event, her fingers slipping between Deborah's folds just stroking up and down before stopping to circle the straining nub at the apex of her sex.

"You're awfully confident for someone who's about to be proven wrong," Deborah muttered, her voice losing some of its usual sharpness as Ava's fingers continued to circle her clit with just the right amount of pressure.

Ava didn't respond, too focused on her task as she continued to work Deborah's body with precision. She knew how to touch her, knew how to build the tension, and right now, she was taking her time, making sure every stroke, every flick of her fingers counted.

She pressed her fingers inside Deborah, curling them up toward the front wall of her body, the tips of her fingers pressing gently against the sensitive tissue there. It was all about rhythm, pressure, and patience—and Ava had all three. She kept the movements slow at first, her fingers working in a steady motion as her thumb continued to flick over Deborah's clit, the combination of sensations building quickly.

Deborah's eyes squeezed shut as her body reacted to the dual stimulation. She was still trying to keep her composure, still trying to pretend this was just another one of Ava's foolish attempts at something, but her body wasn't lying. Her hips started to move in rhythm with Ava's hand, and Ava could feel the subtle tension building inside her.

"There it is," Ava murmured, her voice low as she felt Deborah's body tighten around her fingers. She kept her touch consistent, not rushing, just pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "You're getting there, Deb. Just let go."

"Don't... tell me what to do," Deborah gasped as Ava's fingers pressed harder against that spot inside her, the pressure building with every thrust.

Ava grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to Deborah's inner thigh. "Oh, I don't have to. Your body's doing all the talking."

The older woman opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a soft moan as her girlfriend increased the speed of her movements. Her fingers curled deeper, pressing more firmly against the front wall of Deborah's body while her thumb worked over her clit in tighter circles. The older woman's breath hitched again, her hips bucking slightly as the tension inside her built to an almost unbearable level.

Ava kept the rhythm steady, her fingers moving in perfect sync with Deborah's body. She knew what she was doing—she knew how to push her just far enough without tipping her over the edge too soon. Her fingers pressed harder against the sensitive tissue inside, hitting that perfect spot again and again, her thumb never letting up on her clit.

Deborah's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body tensing as Ava's fingers pushed her closer and closer to something she couldn't control. "Fuck," Deborah muttered under her breath, her voice shaky and breathless. "Ava…"

"You can fight it all you want," Ava teased, her fingers thrusting deeper, faster now, the pressure relentless. "But it's going to happen."

Deborah's eyes squeezed shut, her jaw clenched as she tried to hold back, but her body was betraying her. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, her hips moving in time with Ava's hand as the pressure inside her built to an almost unbearable level.

Then, suddenly, everything snapped.

A low, guttural moan escaped Deborah's lips as her body bucked violently, her back arching off the bed as a sudden gush of wetness spilled out, soaking Ava's hand and the sheets beneath them. The release was intense, overwhelming, and completely out of Deborah's control.

Ava didn't stop, her fingers still working inside Deborah, prolonging the orgasm as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body trembling with the force of it. "That's it," Ava whispered, her voice full of satisfaction. "I told you."

Deborah gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through her. She was still trembling, her legs shaking as Ava finally slowed her movements, pulling her hand away gently.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Deborah lay there, her body limp, her mind clearly still reeling from what had just happened. Ava, on the other hand, sat back on her heels, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

In this case, she literally got the cream.

Finally, Deborah opened her eyes, glaring at Ava through the haze of exhaustion and satisfaction. "I'm going to pretend that didn't just happen."

Ava's grin widened, her fingers still slick as she wiped them on the edge of the sheets. "Good luck with that," she teased, leaning in to press a kiss to Deborah's cheek. "Because I'm never letting you forget it."