pissing story

A Female Desperation Desperation And Peeing Story I Came Across

I had been driving the lovely Spanish woman, Maria, to work for several years now. She has long, black hair, a beautiful smile, dark olive skin that many Spanish beauties have, deep brown eyes, and a lovely sense of humor. Her accent is evident but charming and never gets in the way of her intelligence. Like many European women who live in this country, she seems less inhibited than American women. Sex, relationships, religion, politics, no issue is out of bounds for casual conversation. One evening I waited for Maria in the lobby of our employer. She was running later than usual, and so I decided to get the car and bring it to the visitor’s parking lot just outside the doors to the lobby. There I would wait until she arrived. This evening she did not arrive. Finally, I knew that she must realize that I could wait no longer. I started the car and pulled out of the visitor’s parking spot and slowly crept by the front of the lobby. Then I saw Maria. She ran to the glass doors, looked around and saw my car outside; she paused, looked back, and then at me, and ran toward me. She tumbled into the car for the hour’s drive home out of breath. “Sorry,” she gasped. “I was trapped in a long meeting with our department and I didn’t know how to get out of it. Thanks for waiting.” “I wasn’t waiting when you saw me; I was leaving you here,” I replied. “That was clear. You’re sweet to wait this long. You shouldn’t have.” Maria had settled into her seat but she seemed more agitated than she usually is, but more quiet. She is generally very talkative during our drives; listening to her is one of my pleasures of the day. She was also breathing deeply. “How long was your meeting,” I asked. “It began right after lunch at 1:00 PM, and there were heated design discussions all afternoon. Since I’m in charge of one of the major components, I was in the middle of it all. It was invigorating and useful, but tense. Every one was passionate. The time sped by so quickly that I didn’t realize what time it was until I was very late and you were probably leaving me. So I said I had to go and sped down to the lobby.” “Wow! That must have been quite a meeting. I probably would have needed to pee a couple of times during the afternoon.” I felt comfortable speaking such things to Maria; she never minded. What I had never heard, though, was a response like this. “Yes, I should have done exactly that, but I never thought of it. I never thought of it, that is, until I saw you driving away. Then I knew I should visit the lady’s room before the drive. I looked over at it when I saw you, but felt I couldn’t make you wait any longer.” “Maria, you know better than that. All you had to do is run out and tell me you would be right out after a whiz.” I loved using those American colloquial expressions which were new to her. Sometimes she asked me what the word meant; at other times she didn’t. This time she didn’t ask since I had used the word before. “I know, and I should have asked you because, to be honest, I’m very uncomfortable and would really like to stop, but I think I can wait until I get home. You know that I’m used to waiting from all the times I’m out at the park watching the twins while Carlos plays baseball. He and the guys can pee on the trees but there is no place for the wives to pee so we just have to hold it. So I’ll just hold it tonight.” “Fine, Maria, but don’t hurt yourself.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I was driving a beautiful woman home who was bursting for a piss, and she was willing to wait! I glanced over at her legs. They came out of her very short light gray pleated skirt and were fidgeting already, swaying back and forth in unison; every so often they would stop and press together several times, before going back to the swaying motion. “Didn’t others get up and leave during the meeting; you could have, too. I always do when I have to go.” “Several guys did, but none of the girls. When I left, Joan was right behind me and ran to the toilet. She was holding herself and looked real worried. It wasn’t until I got to the lobby that I knew how much I wanted to do the same.” The hour’s ride was through parkways with no gas stations or rest stops. If I had to stop for Maria to pee, I would have to get off and look for a place; I didn’t know of any. And there were parts of town where I would refuse to get off since I didn’t trust the neighborhood. Maria crossed her legs and let her top leg do all the wiggling, but that must not have worked, for she uncrossed them and put her hands under her buns. I glanced at her lovely face. The faint hairs above her lips, hinting an a mustache, looked absolutely ravishing, but beads of sweat formed there and she frequently had to lick them off. She seemed to move her lips constantly as if the battle over her bladder needed all of her concentration. She would take a quick intake of breath, hold it, and press her lips together, then exhale in a quick burst. “You are really hurting, aren’t you? I know that the pain is very bad when I’m full and must wait. I had a couple of bus rides when I was younger that were excruciatingly painful: just a continuous ache that would not go away, but was sharper at every bump that the bus went over.” Just then the car went over a pothole and bounced sharply. “Ouch,” cried Maria. “Like that, right? That’s exactly how I feel. The pain got bad the last half of the meeting but I knew I could wait. It was a lot worse when I got up and walked, but the bumps in the road don’t help.” “You must have gone through this at one of your husband’s baseball games sometime in the past. Didn’t you tell me that it was very bad one afternoon?” I wasn’t sure how much I could draw out of her, or how much she would tell me of the details of this or any previous bladder-bursting incident. “That time was very bad, especially because of the bus ride home. There were no seats so I had to stand in the bus and hold on to the overhead bar with one hand, and hold little Carlos with the other hand; Carlos took care of little Maria. Standing on the bus like that for a half-hour was very, very uncomfortable. But I think this is worse because I’m sitting down and I’m getting worried. I’m really getting worried.” At that she leaned forward a bit and moved her hips forward and backward on the seat, the first time she had resorted to that movement. Those little bursts of breath were more frequent and deeper. Her small breasts rose and fell through the black pullover sweater with each breath. I was almost afraid to say anything. She gained control and was relatively quiet for some time. After that long, quiet time on the road, Maria cried out, “Oh, Flu,” using my nickname. Having been named Fluidonescu Amalvonado, after my Grandfather, nicknames came easy to me. “Flu, I don’t think I can make it all the way home. It is getting very, very bad. Oh, oh!” She gave out several gasps, bucked her hips back and forth quickly, and slid her hand between her legs, and then quickly under her skirt, so that she could cup her hand down beneath her vulva. The poor girl was so full she was about to pop, and there was nothing I could do about it. “Maria, I’ve been driving as quickly as I can, but we are now at a part of town where I would never let you out of the car for anything. The traffic here on the elevated highway is moving and we will be home in fifteen or twenty minutes. That’s all I can do.” Knowing that a bladder makes its need known in increasingly intense waves, it appeared that she weathered the last one. Maria had removed her hand from her crotch and smoothed out her skirt, but she was still blushing brilliantly over what she had to do to contain herself. Traffic slowed almost to a stop. It might take longer than my estimate. “Maria, since I can’t let you out, you may not be able to hold your bladder back much longer. You ought to decide how you want to let yourself go most gracefully, though I’m sure you can’t imagine any grace in such an act at all.” Maria was one of the classiest women I had ever known, and the thought of her predicament was quite at variance with that reputation. And then I thought of the thermos. I always brought a small thermos of coffee to work. It was in my bag in the back seat. “Maria, you will think I’m crazy but there may be a way for you to piss without flooding everything. If you don’t do anything, soon you will be sitting there, unable to control yourself, and you will begin pissing your panties. And the seat of my car. There is another way.” “What is it, Flu?” she asked, her voice almost cracking. “It’s my thermos. You can pee into my thermos. The only problem is that it isn’t big enough. It is one of those small eight-ounce jobbers, and I think you have a whole lot more than eight ounces in you.” “Eight ounces? How much is that in liters?” Maria asked. Even though she had been in this country for years, under this kind of pressure, she couldn’t think of how to convert. “Let’s see. Eight ounces is a cup. Two cups make a pint. Four cups, or two pints make a quart. A quart is almost one liter. So a cup is one quarter of a liter. It is not very much when you are this full, Maria.” While I was doing math in my head, Maria was having another wave of desperation. “Oh, oh, ooooh.” She was spitting out little cries while her legs were being slapped together faster and faster and her hand rubbed her crotch frantically. “Anything,” she gasped; “Anything to let me pee. I have to pee right now; I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to flood everything any second.” She was furiously kneading her pussy with her hand, trying to convince her bladder that this was not the time. I reached back for my bag and got out the thermos. It looked so tiny. As I unscrewed the top I told Maria, “You are going to have to let a little piss out into this thermos, then stop and hold back your pee and hand the thermos to me. I’ll empty it out the window and give it back to you. Then you can piss some more. Understand, Maria? Your body is not going to want to stop once you start, but you are going to have to stop it.” “I’ll stop it, just let me start now. Please let me start now.” With that she slid the seat all the way back. There is a lot of leg room in front of her seat. She reached down and removed her pink cotton panties with one swift movement. Then she looked up at me. “Flu, this is a little embarrassing but there is nothing else to be done. Thanks for helping. I just can’t wait.” With that she spread her legs wide and scooted her buns up to the very edge of the seat and lifted her skirt revealing the most opulent black bush I have ever seen on a woman. It was as thick and full as a briar patch. “Maria, one last thing. You are going to have to aim pretty carefully. The opening is quite small.” “I can manage, just let me start.” I handed her the thermos. All the while the car was creeping forward. I glanced to the left and right. No one had any idea what we were doing. Maria placed the opening of the thermos under her pussy; how she could know where to place it, I had no idea, for she could not possibly see the thermos opening through that enormous bush of hers. It must have spread out two and a half or three inches from the line of her stomach. She stared down intently as if she could see through her thick hair. The hair on her head fell down the side of her cheeks. Sweat was dripping down her nose and lips and cheeks, making her hair stick to her face. She was concentrating so intensely, probably fighting to hold her sphincters tight until she knew she could release them. “Now,” she whispered to herself. Nothing happened for several long seconds. She grinned and looked over at me, her face flushed with struggle and embarrassment. “With you here watching my body doesn’t want to let go.” Just then I heard a little trickle. “Oh. Here it comes.” The little trickle was, in less than a second, a furious surging gush. The pitch of the sound roaring from the tiny thermos rose in pitch as the level of the liquid rose in the cylindrical container and was muffled by the foam created by the intense stream. “Maria, start to cut it off now or you won’t be able to stop in time.” I was awestruck by how intense her stream was and how soon she would have to stop it. She could never do it. The car floor will be drenched. Just then I heard the stream stop as Maria cried out, “Oh! Oh! I’ve stopped it. Oh quick, quick, quick, empty it. Oh God, the pain, it hurts so to stop. Oh! Oooooh! Oooooooooh! Quick!” While Maria was screaming this stream of anguish, she handed me the filled thermos, which I took and with one movement turned over outside the window. All the while Maria was bouncing on the seat of the car with her hand furiously rubbing her vulva, squealing all the while, “Oh, oh, oh, hurry, hurry, oh, oh….” I handed her the thermos in about three seconds but it must have been an eternity with her flow cut off. As soon as she grasped the thermos she jammed it back under her vulva and the surging gush started immediately. God, she could piss eight ounces quickly. This time I didn’t have to warn her when to stop. She gauged it accurately, cut off the flow and handed me the thermos. She didn’t need the assistance of any screaming this time, either, but it must have been just as painful. She expressed her pain and stress by a stream of muffled cries, “Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm…” They came out faster and faster the longer it took me to empty the thermos. This process went on for five emptyings of the eight-ounce thermos. But the thermos was filled with foam on the top so I couldn’t tell how filled it was. I figured that Maria must have dumped well over a liter before she was finished. The last time the flow started without the customary loud gush, so I knew she was nearing empty. She cut it off well before the thermos was filled, handed it to me and said, “There. That should do it for now. I’m not empty but I’ll make it home in comfort.” She leaned back in relief and exhaustion without even pulling her skirt down over her big bush, all the while breathing very deeply, her face still flushed from the effort and pain and frantic action. Just then a big tractor-trailer drove by the passenger side of the car and the driver looked down on this spread-legged woman with her vulva and huge black bush on public display. He was so shocked that he turned loose his air horn and shook the entire county. Maria was so frightened that she let out an enormous two-second surge of piss that gushed straight to the floor. She jumped up, realized what she had done, turned to me with a big smile, and said, “You won’t blame me for that, will you?”

A lesbian Pissing Story I Found

She was outside washing her car as I pulled into the driveway.  Julie looked great no matter what she wore, and today her strong thighs were encased in shiny light blue spandex, a loose T-shirt covering her full breasts.  As I turned the car off, she leaned in the open window. “Hi babe” she smiled, and kissed me – as she did, I saw her nostrils flare at the faint scent of pee and pussy that surrounded me. “Ohhhhhh” Julie said, “what have you been up to my little piss slut?” I slid out of the seat grinning and she followed me just inside the garage door, dragging the hose, dripping water, right along with her. She pushed me up against the workbench and leaned close. “Tell me babe,were you naughty today?” she murmured in my ear. Her hands rubbed the front of my thighs as she pushed her hips against mine.  Her hands wandered up my thighs, finding no panties and my pussy wet and open. Her thigh slid between mine and she pushed my skirt up and pressed against my mons as she continued to explore and talk to me “Tell me baby, what did you do that got you so hot, were you playing our piss games?” I rubbed my slit against her spandex-clad thigh as I smiled and melted into her mouth. “Tell me sweet thing, hurry now before I fuck you right here” Julie said.  With her thigh against me, her mouth so close to mine, I sighed “Oh Julie, I was so bad today, so naughty. I wanted to play, so when I got up this morning I decided to see how far I could tease myself.”  Her mouth continued to wander over my face and neck and she moved her hand to my slit, finding my clit hard and poking out of my lips. She slid one finger lazily up my slit, just lingering a second on my clit, and urged to me continue. I had one hand on my taut nipple and the other on her ass to push her thigh tighter into me as I told her my story: “I woke up just after you went to work honey, and I had just finished such a sexy dream.  I made a pot of coffee and did some work at the computer, but couldn’t concentrate because I was so hot.  I went in our room and sat on the side of the bed and jerked off but it wasn’t enough.  I decided to tease myself for a while. I felt my bladder filling from all the coffee, so I quickly showered and dressed I put on some white cotton panties, and my denim jumper over a white tee shirt, and slid my feet into sandals as I grabbed my car keys and headed for the park.  I was so full already, I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but I was also very aroused and enjoying that pressure.  The ride to the park was longer than usual, and when I saw the construction zone, I knew I was in trouble.”  Julie pressed harder into me as I reached under her thigh and found her slit all tight and bulging and covered in spandex, and slid my fingers around that curve just a bit. “ The traffic was backed up for about a half mile, and I could see the entrance to the park just off the highway, just out of reach.  I put my hand between my legs to keep from spurting into my panties before I could get to the park, and found myself squirming against my hand as the pressure of my bladder made me more desperate.  I pressed against my clit to distract myself, and it got so hard so fast, I couldn’t help but pull and rub it a bit, even pinching it when the spasms got intense.  By the time I reached the park entrance and moved my foot to push in the clutch, I was ready to explode, and at that minute I felt a spurt across my clit and into my panties.  The hot pee almost made me come right there and I was dripping pussy juice and pee as I turned into a parking spot.  Getting out of the car was a mistake, as I stood up I knew I could not walk without pissing my panties even more, so I spread my legs and squatted just for a second, hoping no one would see. Even as I squatted, a big hot gush came straight out of my pee hole, and I felt it make big bulge in my panties for a second before I saw it spatter forward onto the ground. I squeezed as hard as I could, so hard I almost got dizzy, and managed to stop.  As I walked towards the deserted play area, I knew that I had to hurry or I would just gush right there and waste it all.” Julie’s fingers were now in my pussy and I was sinking onto her hand as I talked.  Her hips pushed forward into me as her first and middle finger found my gspot – her secret weapon – all she has to do is rub that spot for a few minutes and she knows I will squirt into her hand and all over my legs. Her thumb was pressed on my clit, making it bulge under the pressure of her insistent hand.  I moved my hand from her slit and slid into the front of her spandex leggings, finding no panties and her wet pussy, with the lips all swollen and parted already. I slid my first finger against her clit and my middle one against her pee hole and just fluttered them a little, making her moan.  Her voice got huskier and huskier as she whispered “Go on baby, finish your story for me, hurry”. I responded with a moan of my own and continued: “I walked to the play area and sat on one end of the teeter-totter, so that my pussy was pressed against the warm board and my knees were up high.  I rolled my hips forward to increase the pressure on my clit and held myself right there for a few minutes. The clit pressure was almost as intense as the pressure of my bladder, and I let a little more go. I was so full, just aching to let it all out, but I let just enough until I heard the hiss and then stopped again. Getting up, I saw the wet imprint of my pussy on the seat, and the stream of pee that had run down into the sand, making little balls of wet sand.  I walked over to where there were some trees, and pulled my soaked panties off and wiped myself with them, tossing them into the bushes.” Julie was moving against my hand now, and I felt her squirt a little pee as my finger continued to work her pee hole, moaning as she did it. Her pee hole is very sensitive and she loves to have it played with. I like to hold her open with one hand and tease it with my fingernail till she lets a long hot squirt go. She has great muscles and an intense stream. Sometimes I have her stand in front of me and do that herself – hold her pussy open and let squirts go – very slowly of course, until she loses control and pisses all over the floor. “Hurry baby”, she urged, as I slid onto her cunt, “hurry”. Another spurt hit my fingers and I rubbed the hot pee around her clit. She squeezed my fingers very hard to hold back her pee. I loved to see her piss in those spandex leggings, see the light blue material turn dark and cling even more to her pussy lips. I was close to coming myself now, and her finger on my swollen g-spot was pressing hard and I knew that the gush of come would not wait much longer.  We both slid to a squat, hand still inside the others cunts. Her spandex was soaked at the crotch, and my pussy was so open and so hot I could feel my juices dripping onto the cement floor. I reached deeper into Julie, going for her g-spot  (I have that secret weapon of my own) and she gasped as I hit it with my first finger. “What’s wrong babe, feel good?” I said.  She could only nod as I continued to massage that hard little olive.  My bladder was very full again as she held her fingers still in my pussy, concentrating now on her own pressure and trying to hold back.  I moved back a little so that her hand slid out of me, and gently pushed her to her knees.  “Kneel for me lover” I whispered, “I want to be deep in you”. I pulled my jumper off over my head as Julie pulled her spandex off and pushed it under her knees to pad the floor a bit.  Her sweet full ass was turned to me, as I knelt behind her, one leg between her spread knees, so that I could rub my clit on her ass cheek.  I reached down and spread my lips for maximum friction against her, and with my other hand, pulled her pussy hair and lips for a few seconds, making her lips open even more.  Her hips were rolling as I slid two fingers, then three, inside her tight cunt and she was whimpering. She was dripping down my wrist.  Her hand slid between her legs and touched my hand for a moment, pressing it into her pussy before she started rubbing her clit and her pee hole in big round circles as I fucked her.  Julie was groaning and moving as I went even deeper into her cunt, her cunt making sucking noises as I moved my fingers in and out.  Her bladder was as full as mine, I could feel it, round and a bit knobby, when I pressed downward. Each time I did that, Julie groaned deeper in her throat and her pussy would clench with the effort of holding her piss back.  Her hand was frantic now on her clit and pee hole, but she was holding off, just like I love her to.  I was grinding my clit against her ass and thigh, and felt my bladder about to burst.  The flashes of heat inside my belly were incredible, and my bladder was spasming with the effort. I couldn’t hold back my piss any more. I groaned as I felt a little spurt, and then another one, and I ground my clit against Julie as hard as I could.  I started to piss so hard that it sprayed around her leg, and as I started to come, I could see the spray hit the concrete floor, glowing in the afternoon sunlight coming in the garage window. I arched my back hard, so that only my lips and clit were touching her. Julie gasped as she felt me soak her legs and ass and she bucked hard against my hand, begging me for her release. I slid one finger out and pushed her hand aside to rub her pee hole. She was moaning and talking all the while” oh babe, right there, it burns right there, oh I can’t, please, I gotta pee, oh, oh Karen, ahhhh” and I felt her start to come as she started to piss in my hand. As she lost control, I roared, coming and spraying piss all over both of us. Julie screamed “ ohhhhh yessssssyessss now, please baby fuck me harder please  -NOW ohhhhhh” as her piss flew in all directions and her g-spot let go with a gush of girl come. My hand was moving so fast inside her it was a blur, and all I could see was her golden pee spraying on my hand, the floor and all over her spandex leggings.  As her climax faded, I slowly slid my hand out of her and sank back, drained, onto my knees.  She remained kneeling in front of me, her cunt gaping and dripping piss and girl come, panting and moaning softly, the hem of her T-shirt soaked where she had pissed all over it.  I reached out to stroke her the back of her legs, softly. “Good baby?” I asked. All she could do is nod her head again. I stood and came around to the front of her.  I knelt in front of her, inches from her face. She looked up at me, her face wet with sweat, and a puddle on the floor between her legs.  “I have more for you” I said, as I reached down, spread my lips with one hand and rubbed my clit hard and fast with the other. I was ready to explode literally in seconds, as Julie reached out and slid her fingers inside me. That was all it took as I came again, shaking and moaning and screaming and gushing all over her hand.  We collapsed on the ground, into a puddle of pee and come, holding each other, smiling and kissing and nuzzling.  I felt Julie’s thigh cover mine as she snuggled her crotch into me, and a wave of heat exploded in my belly as she sighed and let her bladder empty against me for the last time.  A few minutes passed, and the cold wet cement got very uncomfortable, and we struggled to our feet.  Julie looked at me, smiled that smile that melts my heart as well as my pussy and said: “So babe, want to finish that story for me?”

I got an email to say that I hadn’t posted a piss story for a while and that was really missed, so here is one hot lesbian piss story I came across.

“Hey Pissie!” Heather was smiling at me, poking her head out her door, which was three down from mine. “Come here.”

“What?” I asked, smiling myself just because she was, and as I got closer I could hear giggling and talking.

“Shhhh…Come on, close the door!” Heather practically dragged me into the room by the dress I was wearing, just a plain summer dress, thin cotton and pretty casual. It was nice for school and I was just coming back from the library.

“Hey!” Suzy waved at me and Carla was there as well, two other dorm girls, both of them smiling and giggling.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Here, have some of this!” Heather pressed a red plastic cup in my hand.

“What is it?” I sniffed.

“Just drink it!” Carla grinned at me.

“Sit down, come on!” Suzy patted the thin carpet and I shrugged, being sort of confused right then.

“It’s just vodka and orange juice.” Heather said, sitting down and pulling me with her. “It’s good.”

So I drank some and it was okay, I guessed. It sorta made me choke a little at first cause I’d never had a drink before, like an alcoholic drink. So this was really new to me and I told them about it. So of course they were giving me a hard time, just a little fun teasing, and we were all drinking.

Heather was 19, like me, and sort of the athletic type, you know? Maybe 5’4″ and small bodied, like smallish breasts and narrow hips, but still kind of sexy, especially since she was wearing a blue sports bra and really tight blue shorts, those nylon kind that fit like a second skin.

Suzy and Carla could have been sisters, both of them with black hair and brown eyes, about the same height too, a bit taller than me. Suzy had nice breasts and wide hips, sort of a healthy woman without being fat or anything. Just healthy and she’d grown up on a farm, which explained it I guess. She loved horses and stuff like that. She just wore red gym pants and a white t-shirt.

Carla had great tits, and she was showing them off in this barely-a-top thing, like a tie-dyed bib, if you can imagine that, and it just hugged her tits, nothing else, with thin long straps tied around her neck and behind her back. It was sorta hard not to look at it, and if you didn’t then you were probably looking at her pierced belly button, which had a little gold ring through it. That was cute. And further down Carla just had black bikini underwear, or maybe it really was the bottom half of a swimsuit, I couldn’t tell, but I could see the bump of her clit, the outline of her pussy lips as she sat there with her legs crossed Indian style. Those bottoms were nice and tight.

It was seriously strange and even if I hadn’t been drinking, I’d have still felt kind of drunk, just from sitting so close to those three girls, who were all like straight out of my adolescent lesbian fantasies. I just felt hot all over, and I smiled and giggled and listened to them talk.

Mostly they were talking about sex too. Not right away, but after about 3 drinks and 40 minutes, maybe an hour, it was all talk about sex. Like how big their boyfriend’s cocks were, or weren’t as the case may be. How much they missed them, blah blah…I just listened because obviously I didn’t have much of an opinion about it anyway. But at least talk changes, you know, other subjects come up so it was okay.

I’ll admit I was pretty horny, I mean sitting with those three girls like that, I couldn’t help it. And I think they could tell, since of course they knew I was a lesbian and they’d invited me to their little party and everything. I just didn’t know if this was some kind of teasing thing, like they just wanted me there so they could laugh about me later, or if it was completely innocent, or…

“So how come your name is Pissie, anyway?” Carla asked me, changing the subject from Suzy’s horse riding adventures as a child to something completely different in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, um…” I giggled, taking another swallow of my vodka drink. “Uh, I just like it.” I shrugged. “Pissie…um, yeah. It was sort of a nickname growing up.”

“Like what? Did you pee your panties in kindergarten or something?” Heather laughed.

“No, uh-uh.” I shook my head. “It was just teasing, but I liked it.”

“Liked it why?” Suzy made a little face. “It would kinda piss me off.”

“Well…” I bobbled my head a little, feeling pretty buzzed. “Ah, never mind.” I laughed.

“Never mind what?” Carla was mixing herself another drink. “You gotta say now, what?”

“Nothing.” I scrunched up my nose.

“We won’t tell, come on.” Heather grinned at me.

But I wouldn’t say anything else. I knew I was drunk and so I was sorta a little more nervous than I usually was, but really loose too, so I was like on the verge of telling them all my secrets, but then I’d get scared and clam up tight. It was funny though, like I was sort of teasing them on purpose, except I wasn’t.

“You guys ever play truth or dare?” Suzy asked us a bit later.

“No, but I saw the movie.” Carla laughed. “It was pretty stupid.”

“Yeah.” Heather nodded.

“How about you, Pissie? You wanna play?” Suzy looked at me.

“Sure, I guess.” I shrugged. “How does it work?”

“You pick somebody and ask if they want truth or dare. If they say truth you ask them something…”

“You have to tell the truth too.” Carla nodded seriously.

“…and if they say dare, then they have to do what you say.” Suzy finished.

“Or else what?” I asked with a giggle.

“Or else we’ll figure something out!” Heather laughed and she looked really buzzed.

“Okay.” I took another drink, blinking at my cup and telling myself I needed to slow down.

“Who goes first?” Carla asked.

“Let Pissie go first.” Suzy suggested and I guess they all agreed that was okay cause they were looking at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Ask someone.” Heather giggled.

“Ummmm…okay.” I nodded. “You then, uh Truth or Dare? Right?”

“Truth.” Heather nodded back at me.

“Oh.” I laughed, cause I didn’t have any idea what I supposed to ask. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“Yeah, good question.” Suzy rubbed my leg briefly. “You know how to play.” And I blushed a little at that.

“A real kiss too.” Carla giggled, “Your mom don’t count.”

“Yeah.” I agreed. “A real kiss with a girl, have you?”

Heather smiled kind of looking up with her eyes for a second. “Yeah, I kissed a girl. My best friend when I was fourteen.”

“A real one?” I asked.

“Yeah, sort of. Like as real as it can be for a couple kids.” She laughed.

“Cool.” I nodded, not sure what else to say.

“So my turn now, right?” Heather looked around and we nodded. “Okay um, Carla, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” Carla smiled.

“Have you ever really kissed a girl?” Heather giggled.

“You can’t ask the same question!” Carla rolled her eyes.

“Yeah I can.” Heather looked at me and Suzy. “Right?”

I just shrugged, not knowing, but Suzy said it was legal, so Carla had to accept it.

“Nope. I’ve never kissed another girl.” She smiled. “Except my mom.” And we all laughed.

“But you’d try it, huh?” Heather asked her.

“I’m not saying.” Carla shrugged. “Okay, Suzy, truth or dare?”

“Uh, dare.” Suzy grinned. “You were gonna ask me too, huh?”

Carla just laughed. “Okay, so I dare you to kiss Pissie.”

“You can’t dare me to do that!” Suzy stared at Carla.

“What?” I asked, still trying to figure out if I’d heard the girl right.

“Yeah, you can only dare her to kiss you, not someone else.” Heather nodded, being the expert. “Unless it’s okay with Pissie, I mean.”

So then they looked at me and I giggled. “What, it’s up to me?”

“You don’t have to do it.” Heather said, but I was looking at Suzy, trying to figure out if she’d be mad or anything if I said yes. She wasn’t helping me though, she was just sitting there.

“Uh, well yeah. I don’t mind.” I finally said, feeling my face getting red, but only because I was pretty excited about it actually, not embarrassed.

“There you go!” Carla grinned at Suzy.

“Fine, okay.” Suzy nodded and she leaned over, because we were all pretty close, and I felt her hand on the back of my head and I saw her pretty face getting closer and I just closed my eyes.

I felt her soft lips first and I shivered, just a little and then she was kissing me harder, like a real kiss. I felt her tongue as well, and it surprised me, but I opened my mouth for it. She was kissing me, my first real kiss ever, and I reached out blindly to touch her shoulder, moaning softly as I felt her tongue wriggling inside my mouth. I thought I was gonna cum, I swear, right there just kissing her.

And then it was over and I moaned a little, very softly as Suzy pulled away, licking her lips and smiling at me.

“Shit.” Heather breathed.

We all giggled and Suzy blushed a little and I was like…Mmmm, I could do that again, but I didn’t say anything.

“How was that?” Suzy asked Carla and the other girl just nodded. “My go? Okay, Pissie, truth or dare?”

I cleared my throat, wondering if I picked dare if I’d get another kiss, but I decided to catch my breath, cause my heart was rushing. “Truth.”

“Kay.” Suzy thought about it for a second. “What’s the real reason you like being called Pissie?”

The girls all looked at me.

“The real one too, like the secret one.” Suzy grinned at me, like there had to be a secret and she knew it.

“Uh…” I looked down for a second.

“Don’t lie!” Heather laughed.

I glanced at her. “…I like um…I like it because…” I swallowed hard and I was nervous, a little, and maybe the reason I never was before was cause I never had any real friends. I thought I had some now, or I was starting to, and I didn’t want to lose them.

“Come on…” Carla giggled.

“I like piss.” I said, nodding and shrugging and looking down all at the same time.

“What does that mean?” Suzy laughed.

“I mean I like pee, I don’t know. I like playing with it, sort of.”

“Playing with pee?” Heather made a face. “What like yours? Or somebody else’s?”

“Well, just mine so far, but yeah somebody else would be okay.” I laughed at myself.

“No way.” Carla shook her head.

“Yeah.” I looked at her. “Really.”

“You ever like…Drink it?” Suzy looked at me, and I thought maybe she was worried cause she’d just kissed me.

“Yeah.” I said softly. “I do that.”

“God.” Carla sat up straight. “So like if I peed in this cup…” She drained her drink. “…You’d drink it?”

“Uh…” I licked my lips. “…do you want me to?”

We all looked at Carla now and she realized she’d kind of talked herself into a corner.

“Yeah.” She laughed. “Okay.” She got up on her knees, untying the strings of her bikini panties.

“Oh, don’t pee on my floor!” Heather protested with a groan.

“This is so weird!” Suzy was grinning and shaking her head.

“I’ll be careful, jeeze.” Carla shook her head and then I saw her pussy, the long pink sheath of her clit and her slit below that, with thick ruddy pussy lips. It was beautiful and shaved smooth too, nice and soft and hairless like mine.

She brought her cup close to her pussy, using her right hand to spread her pussy lips and then she started peeing, squeezing her tummy so it came out in a slow gentle golden stream. I was so ready to rub my pussy right then, but I didn’t. I stopped myself somehow, staring at this beautiful girl pissing two feet away from me, into a cup so I could drink it.

She filled it about halfway, maybe 6 ounces or something and we all looked at it for a second before she gave it to me. I paused, just for a second and then I brought it to my lips, reaching down with my left had to press it against my pussy, needing to feel something there. I drank it slowly, savoring the smell, the thin bitter taste, slightly salty, a little acid-like, but so yummy as it went down my throat. I drank all of it and looked around, licking my lips.

“God that is so gross!” Heather giggled nervously.

“That’s kinda cool.” Suzy said, she’d been watching me close, they all had.

“It’s good.” I giggled.

“I got more.” Carla laughed. “You want it?”

“Yeah but…” I hesitated. “Do we have to use a cup? I mean, I could um…I can just drink it from you, if you want.”

“No way, not here.” Heather was shaking her head.

“Really?” Carla stared at me.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I can um, you know, make sure you’re clean and stuff.”

“She wants to eat you out.” Suzy giggled.

“You want to suck my pussy?” Carla smiled at me, rubbing her clit a little.

“Oh yeah.” I breathed.

“Not here, this is too weird now.” Heather was freaking out a little.

“You guys wanna go to my room?” Suzy asked us. “I mean, I want to watch, if that’s okay.”

“Okay with me.” Carla shrugged.

“Me too.” I giggled and we left Heather, who was kind of confused I think, wondering why we were all leaving her room all of a sudden. And of course how I’d ended up drinking a glass of Carla’s piss in front of her, I was pretty sure she hadn’t expected that.

“I’ve never done this.” Carla laughed, locking her door. Suzy flopped down on the bed and I just sort of stood there.

“Me neither.” I laughed. “Really.”

“I thought you’re a lez?” Suzy said.

“Yeah I am.” I shrugged. “But I never had a girlfriend.”

“But you still wanna suck my pussy, right?” Carla asked me.

“Well, yeah.” I laughed. “Do you want to lick mine?”

“Ummm…” Carla sort of blinked at that. “I don’t know, um maybe. You do me first okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” I smiled happily, even though this was pretty strange. I mean none of us had done this before, and I think Carla just wanted to get eaten, even if it was another girl doing it, that would be okay. But she probably didn’t want to do me, since she wasn’t gay or even bisexual.

Suzy was possibly interested, I got that feeling from her strong, and that’s why she was there. She wanted to see me doing it and probably do it with me, but maybe she had to think about it some too, I wasn’t sure. Or she could have even been queer, for all I knew. She said she’d had a boyfriend, but hadn’t talked much about him. Not like Carla and Heather had talked about theirs.

“You wanna pee first, right?” I asked Carla and I was taking off my clothes.

“Yeah.” She nodded, watching me and finally taking off her bottoms again. She left her top on though, like maybe she didn’t want to get totally naked with another girl, as if that meant anything.

“Here, let me use your towel.” I grabbed one of Carla’s towels that was draped on her desk chair, folding it into a large thick square for me head to rest on.

I just laid down on my back, smiling and inviting Carla to put her pussy on my mouth. I’d never tasted another girl before, but I’d been dreaming of it since forever, since I first understood that two girls could make love that way, and this was it for me. The very best moment of my life up to that point.

My leg were towards the bed, and I spread them, rubbing my pink wet pussy and giving Suzy a nice view of it too. I was going to cum soon, I could feel it starting, and really it had started a long time ago, back in Heather’s room.

Carla moved to straddle my face, she was facing the bed too, so her tight little anus was right over my nose and I could smell her. She was all girl too, I mean she smelled so good. I could smell her pissy cunt and sweaty ass, even the soft musk of her excitement, because she was feeling it, I could tell. I just starting pushing my tongue up to get my first real taste when there was a soft knocking on the door.

We all froze, holding our breath.

“Fuck.” Carla breathed, and then she asked in a loud voice. “Who is it?”

“It’s me…Heather.”

“Heather?” Suzy giggled and got up, going to the door and opening it just a little, enough so they could see each other.

“Let me in, I wanna watch too.” Heather was saying.

“I thought you didn’t want to.” Suzy said, holding the door almost closed.

“I changed my mind, come on.” Heather pushed a little and Suzy laughed, letting the girl in and locking the door behind her.

“Shit, she’s doing it?” Heather giggled, staring at me.

“Shhh…Just sit down, did you bring the vodka?” Suzy asked, as they both got on the bed.

“Okay…” Carla smiled down at me, bringing her pussy back to my mouth. “I’m gonna pee first, right? Then you can clean me up.”

“Yeah.” I nodded slightly, stroking my pussy.

I opened my mouth and Carla pulled her lips apart for me, so she could piss directly onto my tongue and I felt it hot and delicious, even better than before and I was swallowing quickly. I lifted my head, keeping the steady stream of urine between my lips until I could press my mouth to Carla’s body, sealing my lips against her flesh.

I was swallowing as fast as I could and not spilling any of it as Carla was peeing nice and slow for me. I worked my tongue a little, washing it in her piss and even tickling the soft tissue around her piss hole so that Carla moaned softly and lowered herself against me harder. That was really good because I didn’t have to keep my head up, I just relaxed, rubbing my cunt and humping my hand as my ass came off the carpet.

I was cumming then, while I was drinking the last of Carla’s pee, I clenched my thighs tight, moaning loudly and swallowing and then tonguing the shit out of Carla’s cunt as she was grinding her dripping wet pussy on my mouth.

“Yeah, Pissie…lick it…suck my pussy…get all my piss…”

Carla was moaning too and playing with her tits as she rode my mouth. Her hips moved around in a slow circle and she’d rock herself as I tried to concentrate on mouthing the girl’s cunt. I was cumming nice though and I’d never licked another girl, so I was kinda trying to figure it all out as I went along. Carla didn’t seem to mind much at all, and she loved talking dirty while she fucked my face.

“Fuck it you slut…piss slut…suck my pussy…fuck it with your tongue…yeah fuck…make me cum…oh shit I wanna cum…cum…”

I just licked and sucked every part of her that my mouth could reach, bringing up my hands to hold Carla’s smooth thighs, digging my fingers into her as I ate my very first pussy to orgasm. She was cumming good suddenly, grinding my face so hard I thought she’d break my nose, really, but she didn’t. I could taste her cum too, it was strong and oily and so good like pop rocks on my tongue. I almost creamed again, just drinking those juices, letting her cum mix with her piss in my tummy.

“Oh fuck that was good…you suck pussy nice…” Carla was hot and sweating and laughing as she lifted her soft wet cunt from my face. I gasped at the cool fresh air, smiling and licking my lips. I felt bruised and sore and my tongue seemed a little swollen, tired even, but I didn’t mind.

As soon as Carla was off me, even before I could start to sit up, Suzy was there. She pushed her own hairy little hole on my mouth and told me to open up because she had to piss bad.

I didn’t know she’d even gotten undressed, but she had. I wasn’t complaining either as I opened my mouth and Suzy just let loose. It wasn’t a slow gentle stream with her, it was a lot, a serious flood and I swallowed as quick as possible, enjoying the way she tasted a lot stronger than Carla had. Still though, Suzy’s pee ran all over my face and into my hair, down my neck. It soaked into the towel and I thought I’d drank a gallon of it, especially when she put her pissing cunt right on my mouth, so that her pee overflowed me easily, squirting out of my lips as I pressed them against her soft skin.

It was Suzy’s room anyway though, so she could do whatever she wanted, and I guess she wanted to make a mess. And I got a real nice surprise when she leaned over, so that she was laying on top of me, and her mouth went right for pussy. I was eating her out like crazy then, feeling another girl’s mouth on my pussy for the first time in my life.

I came before she did, needless to say, and she was sucking my hard little clit good. I just tried to do whatever I felt her doing and that seemed to work because within a minute or so Suzy was right there with me, her hot wet cunt quivering as she pressed her thighs to my ears and came hard.

I must have cum three times, like really serious ones, and Suzy came twice for sure before she’d had enough and got off me slowly. We were both panting like dogs, like bitches in heat on a hot day and I lay there giggling up at her.

“I gotta pee too.” Heather told us, and she was a little shy, but I smiled at her, licking my lips and nodding.

“It’s okay, piss in my mouth.” I told her and I was already completely soaked. I couldn’t have looked very sexy with my face all red and wet, my hair matted to my face and neck, soaked with Suzy’s urine. But Carla and Suzy were urging her to do it, and she wanted to.

Heather had a pretty pussy too, lightly covered with soft brown hair, and I licked it, even before she started peeing, and then I just opened wide as she squatted over my face. Her pee came out slowly at first and I drank it easily, but then she really started letting it go and the hot stream was washing over my lips as I closed my mouth to swallow, then I’d open wide for more. I drank a lot and got even wetter, if that were possible and it was like being in heaven for me.

I ate her out too, working Heather’s cunt happily until she had a good cum, grinding her pussy on my mouth and moaning loud. Really loud, so that Carla and Suzy were trying to tell her to be quiet, but that wasn’t happening. Probably every girl in the dorm heard Heather as she had her second orgasm and that was fine with me. Maybe I could drink even more if they came to see what was going on. But that was just drunk horny talk, I knew, and I told my fogged brain to shut up and be happy.

“You’re our piss slut now.” Carla was telling me a little later, as I sat there all covered with piss and catching my breath. Suzy was smiling at me and Heather was getting dressed.

“Piss slut?” I giggled and rubbed my tummy, which felt really bloated.

“Yeah.” Suzy nodded. “Anytime we gotta pee, we’re just going to find you.”

“Oh.” I laughed at that.

“No, seriously. Wherever we’re at too, like here, or at the library, out in town…You have to drink our pee…” Carla said.

“And clean us up.” Heather giggled, although she still looked a little shy about the whole thing.

“Ummm…What if…”

“Nope.” Carla shook her head. “No what if’s, that’s the rule now. So don’t lock your door at night, cause I have to go sometimes like at three in the morning.”

Suzy laughed at her friend and rolled her eyes.

“Uh, okay.” I smiled. “I guess.” Thinking that didn’t sound so bad and maybe college was gonna be okay after all, since I sorta had three girlfriends now.

I started getting up, reaching for my clothes and they looked at me.

“Where you going?” Heather asked.

“The bathroom.” I giggled. “I have to go pee.”

A Nice Hot Piss Story I Came Across Enjoy

As I got out of the car, I sprinted to the house. When I reached the front step and extended my hand to turn the knob, I almost ran right into the door. It was locked. I knocked. I pounded. I stood, legs crossed and half doubled over in pain. If I didn’t get to a bathroom soon, I was going to pee my pants. I rummaged around inside my purse trying to find my house key. I felt tears forming as the panic set in. I couldn’t find it. I turned it upside down and dumped everything out right there on the front step. It wasn’t anywhere to be found. I bit my lip as I looked around. No cars were in the neighbors driveways. I looked up and down the street, no cars. No one walking their dog. No kids riding their bicycles. I looked over to the corner of our yard where the big Oak tree was. I couldn’t believe what I was contemplating.

As my bladder overflowed, I felt a small trickle down my leg and knew I didn’t really have a choice. It was either go behind the tree or pee my ppanties. A little wet spot was one thing, but soaking wet panties was quite another. “Ok, here goes,” I thought to myself. I bent over to collect my things and put them back into my backpack. The pressure of bending over caused a little more pee to escape. I clamped my thighs together and began hobbling across the yard. Once I reached the Oak tree, I moved behind it and checked all directions. The coast was clear. I lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties to the side. I squatted down and with watchful eyes, emptied my exploding bladder on to the grass. I could hear the loud hissing sound as I pissed all over the ground. A large puddle was forming, and I could feel some splashing up onto my ankles. The relief was so great that I felt light headed. I couldn’t believe how bad I had to go and wondered when it was going to stop. I actually started to smile a bit when I realized how long I had been squatting there. Once the powerful stream subsided and turned to a trickle, I began to shake my bottom back and forth trying to shake off any last drops. I pulled my panties back over and stood up, smoothing out my skirt. I noticed how wet they were from the first two accidents and adding to it, the wetness left from my pissing behind the tree. I walked across the yard as I thought about what I had just done. At first I felt disgusted by what I had done, but what choice did I have? Pee my pants? As I thought about that, I realized how much I enjoyed the feeling of having wet panties. “What is wrong with me?” I thought. I could feel my face get warm and my heart began to pound a little. “What the hell? Why am I getting turned on now?” I asked myself. Suddenly, I remembered that my roommate had said she was working late tonight, which explains why the door was locked.

“Shit. How am I going to get in now?” I wondered. I looked around and decided to try my neighbor, John, across the street. We had given him a key a few months ago in case of emergency. I quickly walked across the street and knocked on his door. A moment later, he opened the door, smiling. I asked him if he still had our key because I was locked out. He said yes and invited me in while he looked for it. He went into the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging around in one of the drawers. “Would you like something to drink Emma? Your face is all red, you look like you’ve been outside for hours.” “Water would be good, thanks!” I answered, wondering why I was still blushing. When John came in and handed me the glass of water, I noticed he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. He must have seen me looking because he just stood there watching me while I hid behind my glass of water. I didn’t want him to stare at me, so I continued to drink the water so I could hide behind the glass. “You WERE thirsty! Would you like another?” he asked. I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor. I played with my sock so I didn’t have to make eye contact with him and told him yes, I would like more to drink. I was so relieved when he walked out of the room, but that didn’t last long. He returned in what seemed like only seconds with another glass of water. He stood directly in front of me as I sat on the couch and drank my water. I could see through the glass that the bulge I thought I had seen was not only there, but was now very prominent.

“Like what you see?” he asked. I almost choked and water came spewing out of my mouth. “Hmmm, that’s the second time in five minutes I’ve seen you squirt water out of your body like that.” My heart pounded in my chest and my head spun. “Oh my God. Did he just say what I think he said? Oh my GOD. Did he see me?” My mind raced with these thoughts and I began to panic. I looked up at him and he was grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was short lived, however, because John dropped his hand down to the bulge in his pants. My heart started pounding again. “I won’t tell anyone, IF you do something for me,” he grinned, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I figured he was hinting at a blow job. I was not normally one to shy away from an opportunity like this, but it just seemed strange. He was my neighbor! Instead, he said “I want to watch you piss, Emma.” “WHAT?” I croaked out. “That’s right. I want to watch you squat down and piss for me. And as you piss noisily, I am going to stroke my big fat cock.” While contemplating the situation, my mind wandered to my pee soaked panties and I noticed a new dampness that wasn’t there before. I realized that the thought of pissing in front of someone was making my pussy wet. “OK. I’ll do it,” I said. He held out his hand and I took it. Instead of leading me into the bathroom, he brought me into his kitchen. He patted the counter and said “Up”. I jumped up and sat on the counter. “No, no, no. I want you to squat for me. Up on your feet, my little pee girl,” he instructed. I did what I was told and he brought over a martini glass, placing it directly under my pussy. He stood back and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was purple and dripping wet. I could see how turned on this was making him, so I decided to enjoy it. I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down just a bit. I felt my face burn as he saw the wet panties. He let out a soft groan and began fucking his cock into his hand. I opened up my cunt lips and bit my lip. I began to push and within a few seconds, I was pissing for him. I was squatting on my neighbors counter pissing into a martini glass and he was masturbating his monster cock to the sight of it.

“How did I get here?” I asked myself. Then, I realized that I didn’t care. I actually liked pissing for him. In fact, I LOVED it. I loved that he was watching me urinate. I love that he called me his little pee girl, and I wanted to do it more. When I noticed that the martini glass was overflowing on to the counter, I stopped short and decided to take the lead with this new game. I hopped off the counter and squatted right there on his kitchen floor. A yellow puddle began to form on the floor. Again, I stopped. His eyes were as big as saucers now as he realized what my plan was. I walked into the living room and he followed – cock in hand. I squatted down right in the middle of his living room and pissed on his carpet. When I was satisfied, I stood up and walked down the hall. As I walked, I pissed. I left a tinkle trail down his hall and went into the dining room. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat. I leaned back and spread my legs and pussy open. I pushed hard, and this time, a golden arch sprayed out of my pussy. I looked over at him and he was jacking his cock frantically. I could see giant drops of precum flying from his cock. I stood up, looked at my dining room pee stain and realized I was almost empty. “Any preferences?” I asked him. He lay down under me and said “Yeah, right here,” and pointed to his cock. I stood over him and spread my pussy open. “Ready John? Ready for your little pee girl to piss right onto your cock?” I asked him. He didn’t reply, just stared at my pussy and pumped his cock. “One, two…..THREE!” I began pissing all over my neighbours cock. The moment he felt my hot liquid hit his cock, he shot off. Some landed on my leg, some actually reached my pussy and the rest just went up into the air and landed in various spots. “Now it’s my turn,” he said. I found that the thought of getting pissed on was also tremendously exciting and wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end. I got on my knees and knelt before him, arching my back. Within just a few seconds I felt his HOT piss splashing all over my tits. He aimed it at my pussy, my stomach, my tits, my legs, and my hair. By the time he was done, I was absolutely soaked. My clit was pounding and I needed some relief. I brought my hand to my pussy and began rubbing myself. “Up here” John said and pointed to the dining room table. I got on the table and he instructed me to get on my hands and knees and turn around. I did as I was told and without warning, he began ramming his fingers into my sopping wet pussy hole. I looked down and saw that little droplets of his piss were dripping off my body onto the table. I felt my pussy stretch open as he added two more fingers to his assault. “You like that, you little piss slut?” he asked. I couldn’t even talk. My head was spinning. I was covered in piss and begging for my cunt to be pounded. I nearly passed out when I came and collapsed when I was finished. When he finally pulled his hand out of my pussy, I felt empty. But, I loved it. I loved the whole experience.

I gathered my things, thanked John for giving me the key and headed back home. I went into the bedroom to start getting cleaned up, but as I walked past the mirror, the reflection caught my attention. My hair was wet and stringy, my eye makeup was smeared and my lipstick had been all but rubbed off. I looked beautiful. I continued to the bathroom and turned the shower on, smiling to myself, as I began replaying the afternoon’s events in my mind. It’s funny how some days do not end up anything like you had expected them to.