[Fiction] Peeing in my former apartment

[somedood123 372]

Hello everyone! This is my first post and story on this new forum that I was referred to by another member here. This is also a new story of mine, but I have a couple of other ones that I posted on another forum, and I'm guessing I'll post them here too eventually.

Anyway, this story is written in the form of a letter to a certain fictional 'pee magazine' that some of you may be familiar with from this certain other forum.

I hope it's not too long (wow, it actually ended up way longer that I anticipated...)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All of this is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people and/or location is entirely coincidental.

Peeing in my former apartment

Hello!

I’m Natalie and for a while I’ve been into peeing in what would normally be deemed “inappropriate” or “naughty” places.

Recently, I had the pleasure and excitement of discovering that my two best friends, Hailey and Molly, also appear to be into this kind of thing.

I had almost finished moving the rest of my stuff to my new apartment and decided to invite them over. They’d been wanting to check out the apartment for a while, anyway.

Anyway, I was showing showing them around and we decided to “celebrate” with a bottle of cheap wine.

At one point, Hailey spoke up.

“This is nice. I could get used to this place, but I think I might actually miss your old one a little bit.”, she said. “Do you still have access to it?”

“Yeah, it’s mine until next week. I still gotta go grab some stuff that I haven’t moved yet.”, I responded.

“Let’s go there now!”, Molly suggested, “To say goodbye.”

“Sure, okay”, I said, “You can help me carry the rest of my stuff.”

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We took my car. Don’t worry. I hadn’t had much wine so I was very much capable of driving responsibly.

When we got there, we all took a good look around the now very empty apartment. Electricity was turned off until the new owner was due to move in. Luckily, the sun was still up so the apartment was decently lit.

“This sure looks different”, Hailey exclaimed.

“Yeah, I can barely recall that this was my home just a few weeks ago.” I said.

“Here, help me carry this box to the car”, I said and motioned towards a medium-sized cardboard box filled with books and other accessories.

“Alright”, Hailey responded.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Molly was moving away.

“Where are you going?”, I said, “You can help me by putting the things on the shelf over there into this box”, I continued as I pointed to a smaller box next to me.

“In a minute. I just really gotta pee first.”, Molly responded.

“Can’t let you do that, I’m afraid. All water and electricity is shut off until next week when the new tenant moves in.”, I explained.

“Oh okay”, Molly said, disappointment was clear in her voice. “Well, surely it can still go down the drain, right?”

“I dunno. The letter I received made it explicitly clear that nothing is to be poured down the drain and also mentioned something about work having to be done on the pipes. You might just have to hold it”, I said.

“Well okay. But let’s just hurry up then”, she said.

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I have asked Molly to write this next paragraph (yeah, she knows - as does Hailey... More on that in the following). Anyway, here is the next part of the story - as told by my friend, Molly.

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I was a little disappointed to hear that I would not be able to pee. I did quite have to go as evident by the desperation I was beginning to both feel and show.

Well, I do enjoy the feeling of a full bladder. Something about it pressing inside me just makes me very aroused. Sex with a full bladder is just twice, if not more, as good as normal sex. Especially if I let go as I come.

Anyway, I began putting the rest of Natalie’s stuff into the empty cardboard box. Shortly thereafter I heard Natalie and Hailey call out from the other end of the room that they were just going to put the first box into the car and then they would come back up to help me with the rest.

“This was my chance”, I thought to myself. But I had to be quick. I considered going into the bathroom, but I didn’t want to risk getting Natalie in trouble for not doing as she was told in the letter she talked about. I began to consider other options, but the moment I heard the front door shut, my bladder sort of decided for me.

I felt the first spurt escape, dampening my knickers as it did. I knew now that I would be peeing either in my pants or somewhere else in the apartment. There was no way I could make it outside in time.

Frantically, I moved into the next room, Natalie’s former bedroom. I surveyed the room for a container of any sort, but was left with nothing. Instead, I spotted the wardrobe. I didn’t particularly fancy having a naughty and sneaky pee in my friend’s (now empty of course) wardrobe, but I figured if I was going to pee, it was probably best if I made sure to hide it.

I slid the door open and moved inside, noticing the thick carpet as I did so (the rest of the apartment had hardwood floor). Great, at least there would be something to absorb the imminent puddle.

The wardrobe was fairly decent in size. You could probably fit five or six people in there.

I spotted what appeared to be a stain in the corner and decided it was probably best if I just added a little to it.

I quickly undid the buttons on my jeans and then lowered them along with my knickers. I squatted over the already-stained carpet and finally allowed myself some much needed relief.

My pee shot out in a strong flow that I could just barely make out in the dim-light of the wardrobe (I hadn’t completely shut the door). I caught myself feeling increasingly horny and excited, and it was terribly hard to keep myself from fingering myself to an orgasm right then and there.

After peeing for about ten seconds, I heard voices as the front door opened again.

“Oh crap, they’re back already!”, I thought as I began peeing more hastily, but I have a big bladder and there was still ways to go.

“Where are you, Molly?”, I heard Hailey say. I was still peeing strongly.

“She better not be using the toilet like I told her not to”, I heard Natalie exclaim as she (probably) made her way to the bathroom.

I heard Hailey’s voice coming closer. “Fuck fuck fuck”, I quietly said to myself as I desperately tried to force my pee shut. But I couldn’t just stop now. I felt I had maybe another 10 seconds of pee inside me, and my bladder was hell-bent on releasing it before letting me stop.

I kept on peeing as I listened for footsteps, but the hissing of my pee as it drenched the carpet was drowning out a lot of the noise.

Finally my flow started to cease, turning to mere drips, but now I also heard footsteps outside.

“Are you in here?”, I heard Hailey say.

Quickly, I pulled up my knickers and jeans, and just as I had finished up, the door slid open.

Hailey popped her head inside and just looked at me as I adjusted my jeans. Then her gaze wandered to the floor.

I expected her to be disgusted, but instead she just laughed and said “Wow! I guess you really did have to go. My turn now!”.

“What? You can’t do that! Natalie is bound to be coming in here any second!”, I responded.

“Oh come on! Haven’t you noticed how she lights up whenever anyone talks about having to pee. And remember back when I told the story of how I ended up having to pee in a parking garage a few years back? I swear Natalie was enjoying that story immensely. I’m thinking this is quite a turn-on for her!”, she said.

“I- uh. Well okay. If you say so”, I agreed, still a little dumbfounded by what had just happened.

Hailey motioned for me to move aside so she could pee on the carpet “like a naughty girl such as myself” (her wording).

Hailey spread her legs, still standing, and then hiked up her skirt. Still wearing panties, she started peeing. I watched as the pee soaked through her yellow knickers. It was quite a sight.

Shaking my head at myself, I apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to watch. Let me give you some privacy...”.

“No, it’s okay. I kinda like being watched. Makes it feel that much naughtier", Hailey replied and then explained that whenever she gets the chance to pee somewhere other than the toilet, she doesn’t think twice and just grabs that chance.

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Moving back to my own perspective now.

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Molly wasn’t in the bathroom. Thank god. I didn’t actually know if anything would happen if you were to pour anything down the drain, but I didn’t want to get in trouble for not doing as I was told in the aforementioned letter.

Now, where the hell was Hailey?

I moved towards my old bedroom as this was the only place in the apartment where they could possibly be.

I was nearing the doorway and I could begin to hear voices. “Alright, I guess they’re in here then.”, I said to myself.

As I entered the bedroom, the voices died down. Instead, though, I could hear a very low hissing sound. I knew what this sound was, but I couldn’t quite believe it at first. This was the sound of someone peeing and, judging by the fact that there was not much else to be heard other than the hissing and some light pattering, this someone was peeing onto something soft. Were they really peeing on the carpet in the wardrobe?

“Are you two in here?”, I asked.

It took a few seconds, but finally Hailey answered. “Yeah, just a minute!”.

I wasn’t sure what to respond to this. Was she really peeing? What else could she be doing in there with such a hissing and pattering sound to be heard?

I decided to go with it and ended up saying, “Alright, but hurry up because I gotta pee like Molly now.”. I made sure to put extra weight on the word “pee”.

About half a minute later, the door slid completely open and out emerged Hailey and Molly.

“What were you two doing in there?”, I asked, acting as if I didn’t already know.

“Just admiring your old wardro-”, Molly was interrupted by Hailey.

“Peeing!”, Hailey said, very forwardly. Molly blushed a little at this.

“Why were you peeing in the wardrobe?”, I tried asking.

“Because you said not to use the bathroom”, Hailey replied.

“Right”, I said. I had no idea how to accurately say something in this situation, so I decided to just go with the flow (pun intended).

“Okay, can you two finish packing the rest of the stuff away while I take care of something?”, I asked.

“What? So you can walk in there, drop your trousers and take a nice long piss on the floor?” Hailey asked, grinning as she did.

Sighing, I replied, “Yes. I’m going to pee on the carpet like you two just did and I’m going to enjoy it”. I felt myself blushing a little as I said this, but no matter. Now the secret was out.

“See what I said?”, Hailey said and looked at Molly.

I moved into the wardrobe and shut the door so that there was just a tiny gap allowing some light inside. Then I hastily undid my belt and lowered my pants and knickers in one quick motion.

I hadn’t heard Hailey and Molly leave the room so I was sure they were probably still outside, ready to listen for the hissing and pattering of my pee. But I didn’t care now. I actually had to go pretty badly.

As expected, I started peeing fairly quickly. The flow turned from a slight hissing to a powerful stream that pattered noisily on the carpet. I was sure that Hailey and Molly could hear this.

I peed for another 30 seconds, enjoying the immense relief I was experiencing. As I stood up to readjust my jeans, I took a good look at the other puddles. Those two girls had really soaked the carpet. Fortunately, I didn’t detect much of any smell. Hopefully it would just dry out before next week then.

As I emerged from the wardrobe, I noticed that Hailey and Molly were indeed still in the room.

“Feel better now?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah. I hope you enjoyed the sound”, I said and shot her a naughty look.

On the drive back, Molly asked me about the stain she had found and I confessed that it was indeed my doing. About a week earlier, before permanently moving into my new apartment, I had decided to just “leave my mark” so to speak.

Once back at my new place, we opened up another bottle of wine and talked about this whole peeing thing. Turns out my two friends are just as naughty as myself.

I feel that we’re all even better friends now.

Oh and one more thing... My new apartment is carpeted wall-to-wall (except for the kitchen and bathroom), so who knows what the future might hold? ;)

Natalie

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Thanks for reading!

[steve25805 121,081]

Wow, that was great, Somedood. And yes, by all means bring some of your other stories here as I have done with most of mine.

Welcome to the forum, by the way.

[daemoniak 586]

An awesome tale somedood, an awesome tale. And such a fertile ground for sequels too! Although unfortunately they'll have to clean up if they end up doing it in the new apartment.

I must admit though that from an editing point of view the switch of character mid-story (back & forth) was not very smooth. I wonder if someone knows tricks to switch the point of view of a first-person story with less friction ?