I didn’t know it was going to happen. If I did, maybe I would have prepared my mind better. Or at least warned myself that my body was about to surprise me.

It wasn’t our first time together. Deji was my sweet boy, and that was what made the night feel easy. No pressure. Just two people enjoying each other without overthinking it.

Sex, for me, had always followed a pattern. I knew what to expect. I knew when to breathe, when to relax, when it would end. It had always been good, but it was also predictable.

That night proved me wrong.

While we were at it, he was thrusting in and out just the way I wanted it, then suddenly, I felt this slow build-up that made me pause. Something felt different, deeper. My body felt heavier, fuller, as if it were responding before my mind could catch up. I tried to stay calm, to stay in control, but my body wasn’t interested in control at all.

Then it happened.

For a moment, I froze and released the grip of my fingers on his skin. My first reaction was confusion, followed closely by embarrassment. I pulled away slightly, my heart beating fast, my mind racing ahead of my emotions.

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. I was still catching my breath, my heart beating faster than my thoughts. My body felt light and heavy at the same time, like something had just passed through me.

Deji was the first to speak.

“Wait,” he said softly. “What just happened?”

I laughed, but it came out shaky. I was still trying to understand it myself. My chest was rising and falling too fast, my head spinning between surprise and disbelief.

“I think…” I paused, inhaled, then said it, half-breathless. “I think I just squirted.”

The words hung in the air.

He blinked. Then blinked again.

“You’re serious?” he asked.

I nodded, still staring at the ceiling like it might explain things better than I could. “I think so. I mean… I know what it is.

He sat back, smiled and said, “So… does this mean I did something right?”

I laughed. Proper laughed.

I covered my face with my hands, suddenly shy. “Please don’t make this weird.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly. “I’m just surprised. In a good way.”

I was glad he wasn’t dramatic about it.

Afterwards, we stayed there longer than usual. Talking about random things. About how strange bodies can be. About how there’s still so much we don’t understand, even about ourselves.

Later, when I was alone, I kept replaying it in my head.

That night reminded me that knowing something in theory is very different from experiencing it yourself.

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