Heather's had an unrequited crush on her straight friend Melanie since the tenth grade. Lately though, Melanie has been experiencing mysterious orgasmic spells at random times. These spells leave her in a highly suggestible state, and Heather might finally have the opening she's always longed for.
DAY 28 OF DONNA HENDERSON'S CURSE
OVERCUMMING MELANIE
When eighteen-year old Melanie Linton had a sudden orgasm while lounging at the edge of her family's pool around 1:30 on Day 28 or her neighbour Donna Henderson's curse, and with her friends Zoe and Heather looking on, only one of those friends had been surprised.
Of course, the young blonde woman didn't know that at the time. All she knew was that, when she finally came to her senses, about half a minute after she had clenched up and sprayed the inside of her bikini bottoms with several jets of cum, both of her girlfriends were looking at her wide-eyed.
Apparently, Zoe was in mid-sentence, although Melanie had only heard part of what she had been saying. "... is wrong with you?" her dark friend finished.
Wrong? What on earth could be wrong with experiencing such wonderful orgasms all the time, even if they are unexpected? Melanie thought to herself. This happens to everyone doesn't it? If not, then it should.
"Oh that?" answered Melanie demurely, not entirely sure what she was going to say next. Mercifully, Heather spoke up at that point, and successfully changed the subject by pointing out that Zoe's drink was empty. A few seconds later, as Melanie was, for some reason, finding herself rushing into the house to get a refill for that drink, the teenager gave silent thanks to her best friend for inadvertently helping her out of a tight spot. Melanie had generally been pretty good about masking her "episodes", but this last one had been a little more obvious than most.
It hadn't always been like this of course, in fact, her unexplained and unsolicited orgasms were a very recent phenomenon; the first one having overtaken her Monday afternoon around 4:30, just four short days ago. She had just gotten home from a pleasant, although confusing, visit with her neighbours the Hendersons. Pleasant because she'd had a happy buzz in her head and a lightness to her aura afterwards, confusing because, even though she remembered it being a very short visit lasting no more than a half hour, the clock at home told her that she'd been gone for most of the afternoon.
What's more, Melanie had been really, really thirsty. As she had stood at the sink chugging a very large glass of water, and just as she had begun to ponder out the temporal discrepancy, she became aware of an unbidden tingling in her groin, the kind that she always got when she was aroused. Setting the glass down, she had reached down to touch her labia inquiringly, only to find that it was inexplicable wet and puffy. Melanie had been pulling the crotch of her bikini bottoms aside to get a closer look, when her whole body suddenly tensed up, and she had had an orgasm. Just like that. Out of the blue. Without any build up, or effort on her part.
It has just kinda happened.
Well, that was odd, she thought a moment later, once her breathing had returned to normal. She probed her tender labia with her finger, surprised to discover that her juices were in the process of leaking out and forming a puddle on the floor in front of her, and that there even appeared to be some clear—if sticky—liquid dripping down the cupboard door beneath the sink.
Did I actually just have a squirting orgasm? I've never done that before. Like, ever.
Grabbing a paper towel from the counter, Melanie cleaned up the mess that she'd just made on the floor. As she was bent over, she briefly wondered what had just happened, even as part of her contemplated the fact that people generally didn't have orgasms out of the blue, but only briefly. A tiny voice in her head had told her not to be concerned about either this, or the period of time that she'd lost this afternoon, so she listened to that tiny voice, and stopped thinking about everything else except getting herself a banana and going out onto the pool deck while there was still some sun to soak up.
Melanie's second unanticipated orgasm hadn't been as much of a shock for her, considering it had already happened once to her today, although the timing was awkward, in that she had been sitting at the supper table across from her parents at the time. She had been about to swallow a mouthful of mashed potatoes when she was forced to cough it up as her body tightened up, shivered, and then climaxed of its own accord.
Her mother was the first to notice, and asked her what was wrong.
Melanie had been able to talk her way out of it, by telling her mother that it was just that the food was really, really good, and what was that spice that her Mom had used on the chicken breast?
This was enough to effectively deflect her parent's questions, even though Melanie had shifted uneasily in her seat, worried that her parents could smell her arousal, especially considering that her bikini bottoms were completely and totally soaked enough that she could feel a wet spot on the chair cushion developing.
By the time the third orgasm took young Melanie, her first thought, even as she was humping at the air with clenched thighs, was simply, So, this is going to be a thing now is it? She'd been sitting watching TV alone at the time, her climax completely soaking the crotch of a fresh pair of leggings.
Melanie's last orgasm of that day hit her when she was getting ready for bed. As she lay there afterwards, trying to catch her erratic breath, the teenager took a moment to try and clinically analyze just what had happened today, at least as much as the tiny voice in her head telling her to "let it go" allowed.
She had had four orgasms out of the blue this evening since just before supper time. Each one had been unexpected, and she hadn't been especially worked up like she usually was just before an orgasm, although she'd been noticeable wet pretty much continually all afternoon, and more than a little horny. The orgasms had simply happened, after a brief warning in the form of a pleasant tingling in her clit. Each of the climaxes had varied in intensity and type, even though each one had been accompanied by a deep vibration that ripped up and down her spine and shook her entire body out to the extremities in the process.
The first cum had shaken her molars, the second had curled her toes, and the most recent one—having happened as she was sitting on her bed combing her hair, and wearing nothing but a light night shirt, most definitely involved squirting. She knew this because, when this last orgasm had hit her, Melanie took advantage of the fact that she was finally in the privacy of her own room by immediately lying back on the bed, spreading her legs, and arching her back as the shuddering rent through her body. In amazement, the attractive teen watched in the mirror on her vanity as a stream of clear fluid was expelled fiercely from between her legs just as she climaxed, splashing onto the floor in front of the vanity. Two more streams of lesser intensity followed the first, before Melanie was able to calm down and catch her breath again.
