BeneathMyWillow

Hi everyone, back with the next part of this series. The first part is here, and the second part is here. It contains wetting and naughty indoor peeing, with elements of pee vandalism (though nothing overly malicious).

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The students stood in a line, stamping their feet against the cold. Each was wrapped up in coats, ski pants and salopettes, with bulky boots on their feet, and a pair of skis held clumsily in their arms. The queue stretched out ahead of them, winding back and forth into the building from which the chairlift would carry them up the mountain.

The cold was not the only issue for the students. They had each drunk a couple of mugs of ski hostel tea and coffee to warm themselves up over breakfast, and for at least some of the students, the liquid had worked its way through them and now wanted to be released.

“Why didn’t you just piss in the room before we left?” Helen asked. “That’s what we did.”

The hostel that they were staying in was drastically under-equipped with bathrooms, only one per floor, which had led these students to finding some unusual alternatives.

“What are you, my mother?” Kelly snapped. “I thought it would be nice to piss in a proper toilet for once this trip.”

“Same here,” said Will. “There’ll be some public ones up ahead, I’m sure.”

“They’ll be gross, though,” said Chloe. “Public toilets in places like this always are. Peeing on the carpet will feel civilised by comparison.”

The queue inched forward, and the students rounded a corner.

“There, see?” Will said, pointing at the ‘WC’ sign they could now see over the heads of the crowd. A second later his face fell, seeing the long line of people queueing for the toilets.

“What is it with this place and not providing enough loos?” said Kelly.

“And they’re charging a euro a head,” Steve pointed out. “Fuck that.”

“We can hold your place in this queue if you want to go stand in that queue instead?” Jo offered.

Kelly pulled a face. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Are you gonna wait until we get to the top of the mountain?” Jo said. “I dunno if there’ll be any up there.”

“I’m not gonna wait,” said Kelly, lowering her voice. “I’m just gonna go.”

For a second they all looked at her, confused. Then their eyes moved down to Kelly’s crotch, which had suddenly started to glisten. Her salopettes were black, so the wet patch was difficult to notice, but once you knew to look for it it was unmistakable.

“Oh, eww,” said Nicole. “You dirty cow.”

“Keep your voice down,” said Kelly. “Don’t attract attention.”

The wet patch spread quickly down Kelly’s legs. Seconds later there was a dripping sound, so quiet it was difficult to hear, and a puddle started to form on the concrete around her boots. She breathed a deep sigh.

“Christ, it’s so good to let it out,” she said.

“Well, I’m not gonna do that,” said Nicole. “I’d rather pay a euro than piss myself.”

“She’s still going, look,” said Steve, who was watching the wet patch now spread upwards, soaking through Kelly’s underwear and hugging her buttocks.

“Yeah, all right,” said Kelly. “Feel free to stare at something else.”

She adjusted her trousers, where the wet material was clinging to her.

“You all done now?” Nicole asked. “Feeling better?”

“Take the mick all you like,” said Kelly. “I don’t need to piss anymore and I saved a euro.”

“Well, I’m going to the bog,” said Nicole. “Who else is coming?”

She, Will and Steve peeled off from the group, leaving their skis with the others, and joined the line for the toilets. The line moved slowly, and they were waiting for a good five minutes before they reached the turnstile and paid their euro each.

Once inside, they each felt a sense of dismay. The line stretched even further ahead, along a sort of corridor past a line of sinks, before reaching the cubicles. From here they could see that there were only four cubicles, all unisex, and at least one seemed to be out of order. The queue of men and women ahead were all in various stages of visible desperation. Most obviously, a French girl a couple of places ahead of them in the queue was holding her crotch and whispering urgently with her friends.

On top of this, as Chloe had predicted, the place was disgusting. The tiled floor was covered in half-melted snow and mud from outdoors, and a powerful smell of shit and stale urine hung around the poorly-ventilated air. Despite the steep entry price, it seemed like a long time since the place had been cleaned.

“Man, fuck this,” said Steve.

“What?” said Nicole.

“I paid my euro, I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Why, what are you going to do?” asked Will.

“What do you think?” said Steve, undoing his flies.

“Seriously, here?” asked Nicole.

“Why not?” said Steve, turning to face the nearest wall. “If they don’t like it, they should give us better toilets.”

Nicole said, “Fuck it, you’re right,” and started fighting with the clips on her salopettes. Will still looked hesitant, but he didn’t want to be outdone by Steve, who was now pissing like a racehorse against the side of the corridor. Will lowered his own flies and stepped up next to Steve, at the same time as Nicole managed to pull her trousers down and sank into a high squat in the middle of the corridor.

The people immediately in front of and behind them in the queue had stepped away as soon as they realised what was happening. The entire line of people were watching, some giving them dirty looks, others looking shocked, others laughing.

The French girl a few metres away, the one who was holding herself in desperation, whispered something to her friends. They said something back, and she gave an angry reply. Suddenly she started undoing her own belt, pulled her pants down, and made a low squat beside Nicole. The two girls exchanged relieved smiles as their streams splashed off the tiled floor.

Further ahead in the queue, two men exchanged looks, shrugged, and stepped up to face two of the sinks. An older man lowered his trousers and started to piss against the door of the out-of-order cubicle. It seemed that all it had taken was one person to break the ice.

Around Steve, Will, and Nicole, a puddle the width of the corridor had formed. They surveyed the mess as they finished up, then made their hasty way out to rejoin their friends.

Hi everyone, this is a continuation of my story from earlier this year about a group of students staying in a skiing hostel. (Remember when we used to go places?). The first part of the story is here. Like the first it contains naughty indoor peeing, some sexual content, and elements of pee vandalism (though nothing overly malicious).

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Jo woke up early on their first morning in the ski hostel. A weak morning sun was shining in through the tattered curtain. The room was full of the snores of the other roommates and, it had to be said, a certain musky smell. The use that the seven holidaying students had put the room’s carpet to the night before had made its mark.

There were muffled sounds as two of the other students stirred. Helen and Chloe had shared the bottom bunk across from Jo, both squeezing into the narrow space. Now they sat up, yawning and stretching. Helen was short, blonde, and athletic, and had slept in boxers and a tank top; Chloe was a bit taller, thin, and brunette, and wearing Lord of the Rings pyjamas. The two looked around the room, apparently checking if anybody else was awake.

Jo’s eyes were half-open, and surely the two girls had seen it; but perhaps not, because they started to change. Jo didn’t realise until too late what the girls were doing, and once Chloe had pulled her shirt over her head, it seemed too late to interrupt. Besides … Jo had known Chloe for a few years at the trampolining club, and had always been curious what she looked like under that uniform …

Helen had quickly stripped down to just her skin. She bent over the drawers by her bed to find something to wear -- flashing her pale rear to the sky as she did so -- then she seemed to hesitate. She straightened up again, stood with her legs a little wider than usual, and concentrated. A second later, a stream of piss came from her bare crotch, gently at first, and then with more pressure as she pushed harder. A muffled pattering filled the room.

Chloe looked around, surprised, and giggled when she saw what Helen was doing. Chloe was also naked by this point, with a pert and cute pair of tits on display. She whispered something to Helen, then crouched down beside her. From this angle Jo couldn’t see her stream, but could hear it, and could see the puddle spreading across the thin carpet beneath her.

The two girls finished up, both giggling, and started to get dressed. Soon they had slipped out of the room, probably looking for an early breakfast.

Jo was very turned on by this point. Their hands went down inside their pyjamas to deal with the problem, rubbing back and forth surreptitiously, trying to be quiet in the shared room.

The sound of the door opening and closing seemed to have disturbed some of the other roommates. A few people were stirring and groaning.

A couple of minutes after the girls left, Jo was disturbed by creaks from the bunk above, and then by a splashing sound. Trickles of liquid were running down the wall beside the bed. In the bunk above, Kelly had decided the pressure in her bladder was not worth leaving the warmth and comfort of her bed to deal with, and that in a pinch the gap between the bed and wall was a good compromise. Jo quickly pulled their blankets on the lower bunk away from the wall, then watched the rivulets of Kelly’s pee run down the painted surface and disappear into the space below the bed. Somehow, this only turned Jo on more.

At the other end of the room, Steve was pulling himself up in bed and yawning. “God, this place stinks,” he called to the room at large. He reached one foot out of the bed and felt the floor. “The carpet’s still wet as well, gross.”

“This whole thing was your idea, dickhead,” said Nicole, leaning down from her top bunk to face him. “Don’t say you’re chickening out now.”

“Course not,” said Steve. “I’m just saying, it’s gross.”

He clambered to his feet and stretched. On the bunk above his, Will was also awake. He hadn’t spoken, but the bed creaked as he moved around under the covers -- from the occasional grunt, the movement was more tossing than turning.

“Put some jeans on, Steve,” complained Nicole. “We don’t want to see your morning glory.”

It was true that Steve’s boxers did little to cover his anatomy, which was straining at the elasticated waistband.

“I always wake up like this,” said Steve. “Shows I’m healthy. I got nothing to hide.”

So saying, he pulled his boxers down and let his cock loose. It bounced upright. He turned to face the bunk below Nicole, which nobody had slept in, and he pissed hands-free. It sprayed messily over the covers, the pillow, and the wall behind, re-soaking everything that had partly dried overnight. Steve was laughing.

“Gross,” said Nicole, though she was watching intently.

“You dunno what it’s like to piss with morning wood,” said Steve. “Trying to aim for a little toilet -- the leaning, trying to point it down -- beds are so much better, I can just stand here and let it go where it wants!”

“Half the guys I’ve dated used that as an excuse to piss in the shower,” said Nicole.

“Ah, well I don’t shower in the mornings,” said Steve, as his stream petered out. “If I’m rock hard I usually just piss in the sink.”

He shook himself dry and kicked his boxers to one side, then went to his suitcase and started pulling out clothes to wear.

“Hey, Steve, watch this,” said Nicole. She pulled her covers aside. It seemed she had slept in a T-shirt and nothing else. She shifted to the edge of her bunk and she lay back, her legs sticking out into the air, her trimmed crotch at eye level.

“What, you just showing me your muff?” Steve asked. “We all saw it yesterday already.”

“Give me a second,” said Nicole. She breathed in, and on the breath out her piss started coming. It sprayed forwards and down, not so much a stream as a shower. The extra height meant it fell with force, and the noise was loud as the droplets hammered on the carpeted floor. Will, Jo and Kelly all turned to look at the sound. Steve took a hasty step backwards and pulled his suitcase out of the way of the stray drops that bounced towards him.

Nicole pissed for a good thirty seconds. By the time she was finished, a huge puddle had spread across the floor below. She wiped herself dry on a corner of the bed covers, then climbed down the ladder, hopping daintily over her puddle to a dryer patch of carpet.

“Whoa, Nicole,” said Will, sitting up on the bunk opposite her.

“Oh you’re with us, are you Will?” said Steve. “Finished jacking off up there?”

“I just came in my pyjamas watching that,” said Will. Jo didn’t say it, but the same was true of them.

“Ew, too much information, thanks,” said Nicole, although she looked pleased. “I hope you shower.”

“I wonder if they’ll come in to check the room during the day,” said Will, as he climbed down out of bed.

“Fuck, I hope not,” said Steve.

“It doesn’t seem like the kind of place that’ll send someone to clean the room, does it?” said Nicole. “I think we’ll be fine if we lock up.”

Will shrugged and pulled his pyjamas down. “Too late to do anything about it, either way,” he said, turning to piss against the wall. “You two going down for breakfast in a minute?”

The room gradually emptied out, the students talking excitedly about the first day of their trip. Jo was the last one to leave. Before they locked up, they looked around at all the puddles that seven people had left over the course of one night. After a whole week like this, the room would be completely trashed. But Will was right, Jo though, as they pulled their own pyjamas down and emptied their morning bladder onto the floor. It was too late to do anything about it, either way.

Hi folks, back with another Kaymala story -- back to the hostel to meet a couple new characters. If you want to read this series from the start, you can find the first episode here, or the first introduction of Layla is in the previous chapter, here. This story contains nonchalent peeing and peeing during sex. There is also a mention of shibaru/bondage, though it doesn't happen within the story itself.

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Simon and Layla crunched through the snow as they followed the path up to the hostel's front door. Simon keyed in the code and the door opened, letting them through into the lovely warmth of the interior.

“Ooh, this is nice,” said Layla, shrugging off her coat. She looked around the small lobby area, taking in the wooden floor and the wood panelling on the walls.

“Olivia should be around somewhere,” Simon said. “She'll check you in.”

A voice echoed up from the kitchen. “Just making coffee.”

Not long later, Olivia emerged from the kitchen holding a tray of coffee cups. She looked as though she'd only just got out of bed, with messy hair and a baggy t-shirt. The t-shirt was all she wore; her legs, vagina and ass were all uncovered.

“Morning,” she said, smiling. “How was the airport run?”

“Not bad,” Simon said. “Found her no problem. I did think you might have got dressed by the time I got back, though.”

“Oh, you love it,” said Olivia. “And hi, you must be Layla.”

She held a hand out. Layla took it, seeming unsure where to look.

“I'll just check you in, and then I'll give you a tour,” said Olivia. “Help yourself to a coffee.”

She bent over the computer at the desk, sticking her bare ass out as she did so. Simon couldn't help reaching out and grasping one buttock. Olivia gave him a look.

“I'm working,” she said. “You can do that later. Here, take one of these coffees up to Freya, would you? We'll come join you in a bit.”

Simon obediently grabbed two coffees and carried them up to the dorm room.

Freya was the other guest the hostel currently had. She was a Kaymalan woman from a small coastal town some distance away, here to see the capital. Right now she was sat in bed, her red hair messy, her perky little tits poking out where the bedsheets had fallen away.

“Thanks,” she said. She took the coffee with one hand. The other hand stayed conspicuously under the covers, moving slowly to and fro.

“You having fun down there?” Simon asked with a grin.

“What do you think?” Freya spoke English well, though she had a definite Kaymalan accent. “If you're not doing anything, why don't you give me a hand?”

Simon shrugged and sat beside her in bed. He reached down under the covers as she leaned on his shoulder. Freya was a trans woman, and had chosen to keep her penis, although she could have had free surgery through the Kaymalan healthcare system if she'd wanted. She was hard already from her own work down there. Simon started to stroke her down there, moving slowly at first. She squirmed and closed her eyes.

“I've said it before, but you're good at this,” she said.

She took a sip of coffee, and Simon paused until she'd put the cup back down, not wanting her to spill the hot liquid on herself or him.

Simon had only been tending to her for a few minutes when the door to the room opened. Olivia came in, still half-naked, followed by Layla and her suitcase.

“And this is where you'll sleep,” said Olivia, clearly finishing off a tour. “Just you and Freya in here at the moment. I put some sheets on that bed there for you. If you need clean ones for any reason, there's some in the cupboard on the landing. Anything else you need, me and Simon have rooms on the floor above, so just come wake us up.”

Layla was staring at the bed where Freya and Simon sat. “Sorry, are you … masturbating?”

“Yes,” said Freya in a matter-of-fact voice.

Olivia laughed. “You'll get used to it. Why don't you sit down, drink your coffee?”

Layla stowed her suitcase in a cubby-hole and sat on her bed, which was just across the aisle from Freya's. Olivia took a seat on one of the spare beds.

“I'm guessing you're not from around here,” Freya said to Layla. “Where did you come from?”

As she spoke, Simon's hand continued to move back and forth along her girl dick. Layla watched the covers move in a kind of entranced way.

“Er,” she said, “from London. Not far from where Simon lives.”

“Another British,” said Freya. “I should have known from the accent. Myself, I come from a town called Vimari. It's a town in the east of Kaymala.”

“And I came from Spain,” said Olivia. “I know this place can be a lot to get used to when you first get here.”

“But once you are at home here, it's paradise,” said Freya. “By the way, if you want to have a jill, go for it. I find there's nothing like a good orgasm to unwind after a long journey.”

She ended that sentence with a gasp at a particularly strong tug from Simon.

“Thanks,” said Layla. “I'll, er, bear that in mind.”

“So, what are you planning to do while you're here, Layla?” Olivia asked.

“Er, well, I thought I'd check out the Christmas markets,” said Layla. “And maybe some museums. But apart from that I'm not sure. What do people usually do around here?”

“In winter? You're looking at it,” said Freya, her breathing getting heavier. “There's -- oh -- there's a saying here. It would translate to something like, 'Winter is the time we get to know each other better.'”

“Sex is what she's meaning,” said Olivia.

“I got that, thanks,” Layla said.

“Lots of time spent indoors, wrapped up against the cold …” Olivia went on. “People, ah, get to know their living companions quite well.”

“And not just the people they live with,” Simon added. “Inviting friends round for dinner is a big tradition here, especially in winter. If you get a chance to go to one, go -- they're quite the experience. Rather different to what you'd see at a UK dinner party.”

“But apart form that, there's a few touristy things to do,” said Olivia. “You mentioned the Christmas markets, which are always worth a visit, but I'd leave it a bit; they really get going in a week or so. We were actually planning a group trip to the museum of culture tomorrow, if you'd like to tag along? If you're interested in hill-walking, skiing, sledding, we can organise that for you. And there's a couple of spas, which are much better in winter -- sitting in the hot springs, watching the snow fall around you …”

A moan from Freya cut through the conversation as she climaxed. She took a deep breath, looking around at the faces turned towards her.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, still breathing heavily. “I'm done.”

Simon withdrew his hand, wiping some cum off onto the sheets. Freya snuggled closer to him, and he put his arm around her.

Layla was watching them, open-mouthed. Olivia laughed at the look on her face.

“I felt like that when I first got here,” she said.

“You seem to have got used to it,” said Layla, eyeing Olivia's bare crotch.

“Most people do. It's really an easier way to live. I've been here six years, and I don't think I could ever go back to the rest of the world.”

“What was it like when you first got here?”

“It was winter too,” said Olivia. “I honestly didn't leave the hostel for two weeks. There were two guys -- one second.”

She slid forward to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, and pissed onto the floor. It fountained out of her, but messily. Offshoot streams splashed her legs and soaked the edge of the bed. A huge puddle spread out on the wooden floor. Layla and Simon both lifted their legs up onto their beds out of the way.

“How much coffee did you have this morning?” asked Simon with a laugh.

“Three cups,” said Olivia, as her stream petered out. “Danger of a lazy winter's day, I drink a lot of coffee. What was I saying?”

“Two guys,” said Simon.

Olivia grabbed a corner of the bedsheet and used it to wipe down her legs and crotch.

“Yeah, two guys who ran the hostel when I arrived,” she said. “And I was the only guest. We did some experimenting. They were into shibari, you know, Japanese rope play. I spent a lot of time hanging from that light fitting.”

She gestured at the ceiling above them.

“I never knew you were into that kind of thing,” said Simon.

“I'm into lots of things,” said Olivia, with a wink. “It wasn't something I'd tried before I got here, and it was sort of a crash course on living in Kaymala. I once spent a whole afternoon hanging up there, getting fucked when I wanted and pissing on the floor when I needed.”

“You, um, seem to have liked it,” said Layla.

Olivia laughed. “You could say that. My original trip was only supposed to be two weeks, but I extended it to a month, and then two. And then one of those guys had to leave, and the owner offered me a job running the hostel, and I've been here ever since.”

“You probably won't meet the owner,” said Simon. “He's an old hippy who lives on the other side of the island, he doesn't visit very often.”

Freya stretched, saying, “I'm gonna have to get up for a second.” She got to her feet, letting the sheets fall so that she stood buck naked in front of them -- perky boobs, a fine ass, and her cock now hanging soft. She walked across the room, avoiding stepping in Olivia's puddle, and stood facing the wall. She pissed against the wall, watching it run down and pool on the floor.

“That ass looking good from this angle, Freya,” said Simon.

“Hey,” said Freya, turning slightly to face him and spraying a nearby cubby hole as she did so. “My ass looks good from every angle.”

“So Layla,” said Olivia, while the sound of Freya's piss still echoed around the room. “What made you want to come to Kaymala?”

“A few things, I guess,” said Layla, her eyes on Freya. “I kind of wanted something different, you know?”

“Different from what?” asked Freya, finishing up and shaking herself dry.

“Well, my parents are -- quite conservative,” said Layla. “When I was young I always thought I'd grow up to be like them, you know, happily married and having children. And then I moved out and went to university, and I discovered -- drink, boys, breaking the rules -- this whole other world. But now … I don't know. We finished uni, and all my friends seemed to be getting jobs, getting married, settling down. I don't want to end up there, you know? Or at least, if there's other stuff in the world besides the traditional family life, I want to experience it first.”

Freya, done pissing, came back to join them.

“You mind if I sit here?” she asked, indicating Layla's bed.

“Sure,” said Layla.

“Kaymala's certainly the place to experience more of life,” said Olivia.

“At least, in a couple of specific areas,” said Simon.

“I looked at a few places,” said Layla. “Pisuaria, Lavatria … I decided on here, at least to start with.”

“Did you tell your family you were coming here?” Simon asked.

“Course not,” said Layla. “My mum thinks I'm on a nice, innocent holiday in Stockholm right now. She'd have a fit if she knew about --”

She gestured at the puddles that Olivia and Freya had left on the floor.

“You know,” said Freya. “If you want to start your Kaymalan experience off properly, there's only one way to do it.”

She made a gesture with two fingers and her tongue.

“What -- you mean, here?” said Layla. “Now?”

“I'm up for it if you are,” said Freya, her eyes tracing Layla's curves under her jeans and t-shirt. “I don't mean to brag, but I've been told I'm very good at it.”

Layla hesitated only for a second or two. “Well, it's what I came here for,” she said. “Screw what my mum would say, right?”

She started to unbutton her jeans, glancing at Simon and Olivia. “What, are you two gonna sit there and watch?”

“We can leave if you want,” said Simon.

“Simon can do what he wants, but I'm staying,” said Olivia. “Put on a good show for us.”

Layla rolled her eyes as she pulled her jeans down, showing the triangle of hair between her legs. She lifted her legs up onto the bed and turned to face Freya.

“I've never done this with a girl before,” she said. “Nor with an audience.”

“Nothing to it,” said Freya. “Just sit back and relax.”

Layla lay back on her pillow, while Freya bent over her. She gasped as the girl's tongue went inside her.

“All right?” said Freya.

“Keep going,” said Layla. “Oh God, keep going.”

Soon Layla was writhing and moaning on the bed while Freya administered to her. Watching from the next bed, Simon slipped his hands into his trousers, feeling himself going hard. Olivia came to sit next to him, and whispered in his ear.

“I love it when the new guests make themselves at home, don't you?”

Then Olivia's hands were undoing Simon's trousers for him, and she bent over his waist as he laid back. He looked back across the aisle at Layla, who was still gasping under Freya's help. Layla met his eyes and gave an awkward laugh.

“We're a long way from home, aren't we?” she said.

“You're fitting in well here, though,” said Simon.

“Oh God, hang on,” said Layla. “I think I need to piss.”

“Too much coffee,” said Simon with a laugh.

Freya paused what she was doing and looked up at Layla. “Just go,” she said.

“What, right now?” said Layla. “But -- I'll get you.”

“Sure,” said Freya with a wink. “I'm into it.”

Layla gasped again as Freya's tongue went back inside her. “Oh -- oh -- oh God, I think I'm gonna piss --”

And then she did. It fountained up over Freya, pouring down the girl's face and chest. Freya carried on, paying no attention to the urine that was spraying all over her.

Layla moaned at the combination of relief and arousal. “Oh God, why does it feel so good? Oh -- oh!”

Words seemed to fail her as she climaxed. She shook, panted and moaned. Then, once it had passed, she lay back, gasping. Freya sat up, pulling her wet hair back out of her face.

“Is that your first time doing pee play?” she asked Layla. “I guess you found out something new about yourself already.”

“I --” Layla was still panting for breath. “I guess so. Oh, the sheets -- they're all wet --”

“Don't worry about that,” said Olivia, taking her mouth off of Simon's cock so that she could talk. “There's clean sheets in the cupboard, and if the bed's wet you can switch to one of the empty ones.”

“How did you find it?” asked Simon. “Your first time getting off in front of strangers?”

“It's -- it's liberating, isn't it?” said Layla. “Nice to just -- not have to worry about anything.”

“Oh yes,” said Simon, laying back as Olivia got to work again on his cock. “It's nice.”

Hope you're all well, and holding up under the situation at the moment.

This story is kinda meant to introduce a new 'arc' of Kaymala stories. Since I'm staying with my parents at the moment I don't always get much time to write, but I have a few places I'd like this arc to go. I'm interested to talk some more about what this kind of culture might look like when it's really cold out, and I've got some ideas for other bits of the island to see. Hope to write for you all again soon!

A return to Kaymala. I thought I would do a time-skip to see more of what the country looks like in winter, and introduce some new characters. If you're new to this series, there's no reason you can't start reading here, or you could go back and read Simon's introduction here. Contains public peeing, nonchalant peeing, and wetting.

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In winter, Kaymala became a different place. When Simon had first arrived, he had seen the country in summer. Summer Kaymalans were eager to take clothes off at any opportunity, and to bask like lizards in the warmth, exposing as much skin to the sunlight as possible. In winter, when the temperature was sub-zero and a permanent layer of snow covered the ground, the place was unrecognisable. Gone were the naked pedestrians, the topless sunbathers in cafés, the dresses so short they covered nothing at all. Now, Kaymalans spent as much time as possible indoors, and if they had to go outside they did so in scarves, hats and thick coats.

However cold it might be outdoors, indoor spaces were heated to the same high temperatures they always had been. As winter had rolled around, Simon had come to realise why Kaymalans loved visiting the shopping malls, gyms and cinemas of the city. These places were where Kaymalans could be themselves despite the weather.

Simon had lived in Kaymala for six months so far. The hostel had offered him free accommodation and food if he took on some work. It was a deal that worked well for him, and allowed him to immerse himself in the Scandinavian island's unusual culture more fully.

The hostel stayed open all year round. They had fewer visitors in winter, but enough to keep the bills paid. In fact, soon the Christmas markets would start, and the hostel would fill up with tourists again.

This morning, his task was to meet a guest at the airport. Like other indoor spaces, the airport was heated to a furnace-like temperature, and he pulled off his coat and scarf as soon as he was indoors.

The airport in Kaymala was not large -- there were only a small number of flights to and from the island, mostly to neighbouring countries. Just like everywhere else, though, flying from here mostly meant queueing and waiting. Simon had flown home a few times to visit family. The airport here had a decided advantage over London Stansted -- you never needed to lug your bags over to the bathroom with you, or find someone to watch them while you went for a piss. You just found a floor drain. Indeed, there were drains strategically placed along each queue, so that nobody needed to worry about losing their place.

Today he had arrived early, and the board said that the flight would be delayed. He bought a coffee from a stand and sat down at a nearby table. The barista working at the stand was someone he'd seen here before -- about his own age, red-haired and freckled. She was naked from the waist up. This was common among people who worked in the airport -- the agents checking in bags and running the security checks also were, as were the cabin crew on planes. He'd once asked about it, and been told that many Kaymalans who travelled abroad found the restrictions of other countries a challenge. When they returned home, it was considered only fair to give them a proper Kaymalan welcome, which, apparently, meant lots of boobs.

Simon took out his phone and smiled. Olivia had promised to send him some pictures to keep him entertained, and sure enough she had. He undid his flies and started to stroke himself, thumbing through Olivia's pictures and sipping his coffee. The handful of other customers paid him no mind. Occasionally he glanced at the topless barista for more inspiration, watching the way her tits swayed as she wiped the countertop down. She caught his eye once or twice and smiled. He wondered about asking if she wanted to take a break and join him, but she seemed busy, so he contented himself with looking. He grunted as he came, using the paper napkin to catch the spunk. He couldn't see a bin nearby, so he finished his coffee in a gulp and dropped the napkin into the empty cup.

Not long later, he saw Layla, the guest he'd come to meet. Layla had messaged the hostel asking for more details about how to find them, as she hadn't travelled much before and was a bit nervous. Olivia had suggested Simon could go to meet her and show her the way, which had seemed like a relief to her.

He raised his hand in a wave, she recognised him and made her way over. She had dark skin, deep brown eyes, and curly black hair. She wore a pink headscarf, white tshirt and jeans, and she pulled a pink suitcase behind her. She was from London, not too far away from where Simon himself lived, and when she said hi he recognised her accent -- it was always nice to hear a familiar accent when you live abroad.

“How was the flight?” Simon asked.

“Oh, it was … a lot, to be honest,” she said. “I knew what to expect, I guess, but still …”

Simon laughed. “I remember my own first flight out here,” he said. “Kind of a baptism by fire.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Layla said, her eyes wide. “There were two girls next to me just -- just eating each other out on the plane. And everyone was peeing. Even the air hostess! And then, I was waiting at passport control, and some guy just whacked it out and pissed on the floor, right behind me. I could feel the spray!”

“It can be a lot to get used to,” Simon said. “You feeling good?”

“Yeah, not bad. It's why we're here, I guess, it's just -- we're not in Croydon any more, I guess. Shall we go?”

“Just give me a minute to finish up here.” Simon had finished his coffee, but he needed a piss before they left. He stood and turned away from Layla, undid his flies once again, and pissed under the table. The coffee had had its effect on him, and he was peeing for a good thirty seconds. By the time he was done, the metal table leg was soaked, and a large puddle was spreading across the wooden floor.

“It's just so strange,” said Layla, who had watched him with bemusement. “Do they not mind?”

“The café? Nah,” said Simon, picking up his coat. “I'm not the first one, look.”

He indicated a nearby table, now empty, where a similar puddle was left over from a previous customer.

“Someone'll be round to clean it in a few minutes,” he added. “Cleaners are well paid here. And people usually tip extra if they leave a mess.”

He left some kroner on the table as a tip. Sure enough, as he and Layla left the café, the barista was already picking up a bucket and mop. She smiled at them as they passed.

“But what if someone had already sat at that table?” Layla asked, as they made their way towards the exit.

“I dunno really. If it bothered them they wouldn't sit there until it was cleaned, or you could go find a cleaner and ask them to do it for you. You'd probably have to tip them for that, of course. But lots of people around here just aren't so bothered by it. It's only your shoes that touch the floor, after all, and you've probably stood in worse outside.”

They stepped out of the airport, pulling on coats as they did so. After the hot airport, the outside air was bitterly cold. The footpaths around the airport were cleared and gritted each morning, so there was no snow underfoot, but piles of snow stood on either side of the path.

They made their way to the bus stop just as the bus was pulling in. Layla lifted her suitcase into the area reserved for luggage, and they took seats next to each other. The bus quickly filled up, to the point that passengers were standing all down the aisle. The heating was on full blast, making the air hot and damp. The windows were completely steamed up. With so many people who had just left planes, the air took on a definite smell of traveller.

A few minutes into the journey, Simon tapped Layla on the shoulder. He pointed at the woman stood beside them in the aisle. She was wearing a thick coat over a dress and leggings. With one hand she held a phone to her ear and was talking rapidly in Kaymalan -- Simon understood just enough to know she was telling somebody about the flight she'd been on. Her other hand had pulled the front of her dress and coat up.

Simon recognised the signs, and sure enough, he saw a wet patch form at the crotch of her leggings. It blossomed for a second, before spreading quickly downwards. As the woman pushed harder, the flow became faster. A stream started to fall straight down from her crotch, and smaller streams flowed off her knees. Most of it splattered on the floor at her feet, sending droplets scattering over her boots. Some of those rivulets flowing down her leggings must have gone into her boots, but she didn't seem to mind that. The whole time the woman was still gabbling away on the phone, paying no attention at all to what was happening below her. If you could only see her from the waist up, you would have no idea what she was doing.

“I don't get it,” Layla said to Simon. “Doesn't she mind having wet leggings? Won't she be cold?”

Simon shrugged. The woman didn't seem to mind. She finished up and dropped her skirt back into place, still laughing at whatever conversation she was having over the phone.

Over the course of the bus ride, they heard a few more times that tell-tale trickling sound. Simon was used to the Kaymalan way by now, but he always enjoyed seeing somebody new to the experience. Every time, Layla's head swivelled to try to find the source of the pissing sound.

They saw a couple of people piss where they were seated. One half-stood pulled his cock out and pointed it at the back of the seat in front, washing over it like a waterfall. Another wriggled in place, managing to pull her trousers down in the tight space, and sat back in her seat and let go. Her piss ran smoothly over the plastic-covered cushion and poured through the gap at the back of the seat. They saw one elderly man step off the bus during a stop and pee into the gutter, getting back on the bus just before it left -- Simon assumed this was a gesture of politeness to the other bus passengers. Another man, less considerate, just turned to face the luggage area and pissed over somebody's suitcase.

“I'm glad that's not my suitcase,” Layla said at that. “Would somebody not mind that?”

“They probably will mind, when they see it,” Simon said. “Peeing on other people's stuff is certainly frowned on. But, you know, some people are assholes.”

“Maybe it's not so different to London, after all,” said Layla.

They got off the bus at the next stop. Here there was a small interchange outside a shopping mall, where they would catch the tram that would take them the rest of the way to the hostel. A dozen or so other passengers also alighted, and several took the opportunity for a slightly more convenient piss now that they were away from the crowded confines of the bus -- unwrapping their layers of coats so they could piss over drains, or against the back wall of the bus shelter, which was already lined with similar puddles.

Layla looked around, taking all of this in. She looked slightly uncomfortable.

“I don't suppose there is a toilet around here, is there?” she asked.

“There'll be one in the shopping mall,” Simon said. “There usually is, for number two, or for people who are shy.”

“How long until our tram comes?”

“A couple minutes, but I'm happy to wait for the next if you want to go.”

Layla looked undecided for a moment, then she shrugged. “Fuck it. I'll just go here. When in Rome, and all … What do I have to do?”

“To piss?” Simon asked. “You can just do it anywhere. As long as you're comfortable.”

“No-one will think it's rude?”

“As long as you don't hit someone else's leg, you're fine.”

Layla saw a woman nearby, squatting to face the road and pissing into the gutter, and apparently decided to copy her. She pulled her jeans down, looking around guiltily as she did so, as though expecting somebody to tell her off. When nobody did, she pulled her panties down as well and squatted, mimicking the other woman.

“It feels so weird,” she said. “I've never done this kind of thing sober before.”

“Have you done it drunk?” Simon asked.

“Well, not really,” said Layla. “But I have friends who do.”

She seemed to have some trouble getting started, but after a minute or so the stream came. And once she had started, the floodgates opened. Piss gushed out of her and onto the road, steaming, melting through the slush that had gathered in the gutter. When the flood finally ended, she pulled her trousers back up with a look of relief.

“I've been holding it since I got on the plane,” she said. “It felt really weird to use the toilet when nobody else was, but -- it felt even weirder to not use the toilet, if you see what I mean.”

She looked around.

“I still feel like I'm going to get in trouble,” she said. “I know it's silly.”

“You'll get used to it,” said Simon. “Everyone takes a while. There's some tourists who never get up the courage to do it, all the time they're here. You're already ahead of the game. You'll fit in well.”

Hi everyone, this is an idea that I've wanted to write some form of for a while. It's the kind of thing I used to day dream about back in school, and I enjoyed writing it, so hopefully it'll be a good read as well. It's intended to be a stand-alone story, though I may return to these characters at some point in the future. It's the story of a few students staying in a cheap hostel, and includes naughty indoor peeing, wetting, and some sexual content.

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After a journey that had taken more than twelve hours, the cheap hire coach pulled up outside its destination. The mountains of the Swiss Alps loomed over them. Not far away squatted a small, dingy ski hostel. The coach doors opened and a crowd of eighteen-year-olds disgorged, each feeling a mixture of tiredness and cooped-up energy from the long journey as they dragged suitcases and backpacks towards the hostel.

The group were undergrads at a university in the UK. Every year the university sports clubs pooled their money together to organise this skiing trip. As well as the skiing, the trip traditionally involved a lot of drinking, and the other kinds of activities that came with being drunk and away from home.

Two guys were the first to move into their room, both very noisily. They threw their suitcases down onto the ground and flung themselves onto two of the bottom bunks. A moment behind came two others, a girl and a nonbinary person, who more carefully pushed their cases under another two of the beds.

“What a fucking journey,” said one of the guys. His name was Steve, a rugby player, broad across the shoulders and chubby around the belly, wearing joggers and a t-shirt. “I need a drink.”

“Here you go,” said the other guy, whose name was Will. He was taller and thinner than Steve, with his dirty-blond hair gelled back. Will flicked open his suitcase and pulled out a six-pack of cheap beer, tossing one to Steve and taking one for himself. He offered them to the other two in their room.

“Thanks,” said the girl, Chloe, who was wearing the comfortable leggings she'd put on for the journey. She took the beer he offered and put it on the table beside her. She then pulled a book from her backpack and curled up on the bed to read, occasionally sipping at the beer.

Jo, the nonbinary person, turned down the beer that Will held out to them. Like Chloe, Jo was on the trampolining team, but also lived in the same house as Will and Steve. They wore red-tartan pyjamas, and their bleached hair was pulled back out of their eyes with a matching headband. As soon as they had got into the room, Jo had opened up their suitcase to start unpacking into the set of drawers beside their bed.

“You unpacking already?” said Steve.

Jo shrugged. “We need to at some point, why not now?”

“I'm not gonna,” said Steve. “Surprised you have the energy after that journey. All I want is a piss and a lie down.”

“It wasn't all bad on the bus,” said Will, kicking off his shoes and lying back on the bed. “I was sat next to Nicole.”

“So?” said Steve.

“Well, she showed me her pussy.”

“Fuck off did she.”

“She did,” said Will, smiling. “Just went, do you want to see something, and lifted up her skirt. Nothing on underneath.”

“Oh yeah?” said Steve. “Well, I've seen it and all.”

“You've not,” said Will. “What's it look like then? Shaved or hairy.”

“Shaved,” said Steve.

“You haven't seen it,” Will said. “There was hair down there.”

“Fuck off are you telling me Nicole has a hairy pussy.”

“I'm not saying it was messy,” Will said. “More like trimmed, you know. Tidy.”

“Well, whatever,” said Steve. “Maybe it was shaved when I saw it. God, I need a piss so bad.”

“So go pee,” said Jo. “Why are you still stood here talking about people's pussies?”

“Alright, alright, I'm going,” said Steve. “But Will brought up the pussy, not me.”

He left and the room got noticeably quieter. Will looked over at Chloe, still reading her book.

“Sorry Chloe,” he said. “Hope you didn't mind that.”

Chloe shrugged, without looking up from her book. “Why would you apologise to me?”

“I just … well, I dunno if it's the kind of conversation girls would be into.”

She raised her eyes to his. “I like pussies. Besides, lots of people have seen Nicole's pussy, you're not special.”

Jo laughed, and Will looked sour. “No need for that,” he said.

There was a crash as Steve reentered the room. “The bloody queue out there,” he said. “You know there's only one toilet that works in this shithole of a place?”

“You're joking,” said Will.

“So the whole bus full of us who've just arrived are queueing for one bathroom?” said Jo.

“And Kelly said she's been waiting for ten minutes and hasn't moved,” said Steve. “Someone's taking a dump in there.”

“Are you just going to wait in here until the queue dies down then?” said Jo.

“Could go outside?” suggested Will. “Find a tree.”

“I might just go here,” said Steve. “Just piss over there in the corner.”

“Would serve them right for not having more toilets,” Will said.

Jo looked up from sorting his socks and underpants into two drawers. “Don't joke about things like that, that's gross.”

“I'm not joking,” said Steve. “Should I do it?”

“Do it,” said Will, laughing. “Why not?”

A moment later there was a sound of trickling water. Steve had crossed to the corner, where there was about a foot of space between Will's bed and the wall, and pulled down his joggers. A powerful stream of pale and pent-up piss was spattering against the wall, flecks spraying off in all directions. Chloe looked up from her book, a mixture of curiosity, amusement and revulsion on her face. Jo had looked away and lent his forehead against the bunk above his, head in his hands in disgust. Will meanwhile was bent double with laughter.

Steve gave an exaggerated sigh. “Feels good to let it go.”

“It smells so bad!” said Will through bouts of laughter. “How many beers have you had?”

“I had a few on the bus,” said Steve, as his stream finally petered out. He tucked himself back into his joggers. “Actually quite fun to just go in the corner like that.”

“Maybe we should all do it,” said Will. “Have a lock-in party.”

“Absolutely not,” said Jo. “You're going to get in trouble over it, look!”

They pointed at the corner where Steve had pissed, where there was a very obvious wet mark all down the wall and an equally obvious puddle on the cheap, dirty-brown carpet.

Steve shrugged. “I don't give a fuck,” he said. “If they notice I'll just say the toilet's been occupied since we got here. Besides, how would they know it was me? Could have been any of us.”

“I think they'll know it wasn't Chloe,” said Will.

“Girls can piss standing up too,” said Steve. “I've seen videos.”

“Well, I'm gonna switch beds,” said Will. “Just to get away from the smell.”

He slung his bag up onto the bunk above Steve and started to clamber up the ladder.

“What are you going up there now for?” asked Steve. “You gonna have a quick wank over Nicole's pussy?”

Right on cue, the door to the room swung open and three girls walked in.

“Pardon?” said Nicole, pausing in the doorway and blinking slightly. Nicole was on the hockey team; a short, curvy girl with freckles and pigtails. Her shirt clung tight to her tits, and her skirt just about covered the important bits. The two guys' eyes seemed magnetically drawn to her outfit.

“Where have you three been?” Will asked, ignoring her question.

“Waiting for the bog,” said Kelly, stepping into the room. “Some prick's been in there taking a dump for the last twenty minutes. Ten, fifteen people waiting outside? It's awful. Thought we might as well move our stuff in here while we wait.”

Like Nicole, Kelly was on the hockey team. Tall and thin, she wore a brown dress with a flowery pattern on, with thick black leggings underneath. She threw her bag up onto the top bunk, above Jo. Then she wrinkled her nose. “What is that smell?”

“Ask Steve,” said Will.

“Told you it was a mistake to share with the boys,” said Kelly to Nicole. “Told you there'd be smells. Probably snores and god knows what else.”

The third girl, Helen, sat down on the bed besides Chloe and put an arm around her shoulder. Another footballer from the same team as Will, Helen was short, thin and blonde, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Chloe smiled and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek, before going back to her book. Helen meanwhile bent over her suitcase.

“I still have some drinks left from the bus,” she said. “Martini in a can, wine in a can, some vodka and coke...”

Nicole took one of the offered cans, as did Jo, but Kelly shook her head.

“Not till I've had chance to piss,” she said. She and Nicole took seats on the empty bottom bunk that Will had just vacated.

“So what have you all been up to while we were gone?” asked Nicole. “Did I hear something about my --”

“Oh, EW!” said Kelly, suddenly. “Ew ew ew ew! What the hell is that puddle?”

The two boys erupted in laughter, and Chloe broke down in giggles. Even Jo looked slightly amused.

“Like I said, ask Steve,” said Will, between chuckles.

“Steve!” said Nicole. “What did you do?”

“Did you piss in our bedroom?” demanded Kelly.

“What?” asked Helen, looking around. “Did he really?” She looked at Chloe, who nodded in confirmation, then looked back at Steve, wide-eyed.

“So what?” asked Steve. “I needed to go, and I wasn't gonna wait half an hour for someone to finish their shit.”

“You could at least have gone next to your own bed,” said Kelly.

Nicole had joined in laughing. “It's all right, we can leave this one as the spare bed,” she said. “I'm actually impressed. It takes some balls to just have a slash right there in the corner.”

Will jumped down off the top bunk. “Anyone can do it,” he said, “nothing special about Steve. Actually I might do it now, if there's still a queue for the bogs.”

“Ew, no,” said Kelly. “Not you as well, dickhead.”

“Why don't we all do it?” suggested Steve. “Have a lock-in party. Nobody leaves the room until morning, everybody finds a corner to piss in.”

“No!” said Kelly.

“Absolutely not,” said Jo.

“What about the girls?” said Will. “They can't piss in here.”

“I'm sorry,” said Nicole. “Why can't we?”

“I mean -- I just don't think it's very lady-like --”

“Do you see any ladies here? If you can piss here --”

“I just think it's a thing boys do, whereas girls --”

“I'm sorry, have you been to the changing rooms after hockey practise --”

The two of them fell silent suddenly, realising that the attention of the rest of the room was elsewhere. Chloe had put down her book and, without saying anything, walked to the middle of the room. Now, as the eyes of the rest of the room flicked over to her, she casually pulled her leggings down to her knees, dropped into a squat, and pissed. It was a strong stream. Any stage-fright she might have been feeling from the eyes upon her was counteracted by the desperation built up from the last leg of the bus journey. Her puddle spread quickly over the thin carpet, foaming, and then slowly soaking in.

“Oh my god,” said Nicole.

“Chloe --” said Jo.

“Wow,” said Kelly.

Steve wolf-whistled, and then a couple of others joined in. Chloe grinned, slightly sheepishly.

“I'd never have expected it from her,” said Nicole.

Chloe stood up, wiping herself with her hand and pulling her leggings back up. The two boys wolf-whistled again at the sight of the bit of hair between her legs, but she ignored them.

Jo said, “Chloe, what --”

“When someone says a girl can't do something, that's the exactly why you should do it,” said Chloe, taking her seat on the bed again.

“I've got the weirdest hard-on,” said Will, to the room at large. “Hey, I bet none of the girls here would be able to --”

“You can take care of that one yourself,” said Chloe. The room laughed, and a normal conversation returned.

Helen was still staring at Chloe, wide-eyed. Chloe put a hand on her knee.

“Hope you didn't mind that,” she said, quietly. “I just wanted to make a point. Plus, I really needed to go.”

“I never thought I'd see you do something like that,” said Helen, laughing slightly. “But it was good. In fact --”

She leaned in and whispered something that the rest of the room couldn't hear, but it made Chloe giggle and blush.

“That's it then,” said Steve. “Lock-in party. If Chloe can do it, no excuses from the rest of you.”

“Who's next?” asked Will.

“What the hell, I need a piss anyway,” said Nicole. “Mind your feet boys, I'll just go on the floor here.”

Steve and Will obediently stepped back as Nicole lifted her skirt. She was indeed wearing nothing underneath. She pulled on herself to change her aim slightly, then pissed in a powerful arc forwards onto the floor right in the middle. It struck the floor with considerable force and splashed outwards, droplets landing on the legs of the beds, on the legs of the boys, and on the suitcases which were still strewn across the floor.

“You've done this before,” said Will.

“She does this in the changing rooms after every hockey practise,” said Kelly.

“You can't say it's not fun,” said Nicole. “Don't you pee in the changing rooms, Kelly?”

“In the showers, sometimes,” said Kelly.

Nicole's stream was starting to die down, carving a long wet streak across the floor from the big puddle in the centre of the room to just between her feet.

“I see Will was right as well,” said Steve. “You do have a hairy gash.”

“Gash?” Nicole said. “What a lovely word. And yeah, I like it hairy. Gives it a nice fuzzy feeling. Go on, see what I mean?”

She grabbed his hand and pulled it towards the cropped, stubby little hairs above her pussy.

“Go on, stroke it. Don't you think that feels good?” she asked.

“I suppose it does,” said Steve, obediently stroking her bush.

“Oh my god,” Kelly muttered, moving a few feet further away from the two of them on the bed. The rest of the room was watching them, some laughing, others confused.

“Can I feel it too, Nicole?” Will asked hopefully.

“Jealous, Will?” Steve asked.

Nicole looked up at Will and smirked. “Maybe,” she said. “Maybe I want something from you first. You can touch mine if I can touch yours.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you need to pee, I want to hold it while you do.”

“Nicole, what?” said Kelly, looking exasperated.

“I just think it would be really fun to be able to aim,” said Nicole. “Don't you?”

Will shrugged. “Why not?” he said. “I've been needing to go for a while, you want to do it now?”

“Come over to the wall,” said Nicole. He pulled down his shorts and she took hold of his dick, which was already pretty stiff.

“You're looking quite excited there, Will,” said Steve.

“Fuck off,” said Will without looking at him.

“Jealous, Steve?” asked Nicole.

“Not at all,” Steve said.

“Course not,” said Nicole. She lifted her skirt up to give him a flash of her pussy and a sultry wink.

Nicole adopted a position behind Will with her hands reaching around for his cock, her chin resting on his shoulder. He started to piss, and she giggled at the way it made his cock feel. She started to wave him around, at first randomly, then starting to write her name. She only got as far as 'Nico' before she ran out of space on the wall. For the last few seconds she tried to point it straight down.

“Not that angle,” muttered Will. “Kind of painful.”

“Sorry,” she said, angling it forward again. “Sensitive things aren't they?”

“What, and yours isn't?” said Will.

His stream finished, and she shook him dry and tucked him back into his pants. She spent a few seconds with her hands resting on the now-rather-prominent bulge in his shorts.

“Now, Will,” she said. “What do you say we take this up into your bunk?”

Will did not need asking twice. He turned to clamber up the ladder to his bunk, with Nicole following behind. As Nicole climbed up, Steve looked up from the bunk beneath.

“Nice angle, Nicole,” he called.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” she replied as her legs disappeared out of view.

As the bunk started to creak, Chloe and Helen leaned on each other's shoulders. Opposite them, Jo sighed.

“You okay, Jo?” asked Chloe.

“I'm fine,” said Jo. “I've given up trying to work out what's happening this evening.”

“Just pretend you're in the locker room,” said Helen. “You must have seen this kind of thing there?”

“Not in trampolining,” said Jo, “we're much more civilised.”

“They're right,” said Chloe, “trampolining is a very different kind of club. Very little public urination.”

“Ah, well there's no toilets for the outdoor pitches,” said Helen. “So at football we've gotta make do with finding bushes or just going in the changing rooms.”

“I didn't know that,” said Chloe. “What do you do then?”

Helen shrugged. “Sometimes I go out behind the changing hut,” she said. “Or I'll go in the showers if there aren't many others around.”

“Oh, the showers,” said Chloe. “If I could play football I'd love to come along just to see all those pretty football girls in the showers.”

Helen elbowed her. “You naughty girl,” she said. “Don't talk like that when other people are around.”

Chloe looked over at Jo. “Sorry, Jo, I hope we aren't excluding you.”

“Come sit beside us,” said Helen. “There's space.”

“Thanks,” said Jo, standing up. “I actually could do with a piss though.”

“Are you gonna go to the bathroom?” asked Helen.

“I'm not going to be the only one who chickens out,” said Jo.

“I thought you disapproved of it all?” Chloe asked.

“I do,” said Jo. “But the room's already a mess, isn't it?”

So saying, they walked up to the set of drawers beside their bed. Pulling down the front of their pyjamas, they aimed themselves down the gap between the set of drawers and the wall. After a few seconds of hesitation, they let loose. It wasn't the most powerful stream, but they peed for a long time. When they were done, Chloe and Helen both made whooping noises.

“Nice one!” said Chloe.

“Thanks,” said Jo, giving them an embarrassed smile. They rummaged in their rucksack for a bottle of hand cleaner, which they applied, then came to sit beside them on the bed.

“Feel good?” asked Chloe.

“Yes, actually,” said Jo. “It's kind of empowering, don't you think? Like you're saying, you know, fuck the world, I can pee wherever I like.”

“Exactly,” said Chloe. “That's why some men like to keep it for themselves, but pissing doesn't have a gender.”

“What about you, Kelly?” Helen asked, turning to the girl on the next bed over. “Your turn?”

Kelly shook her head. “I'm fine, thanks.”

“Are you sure?” Helen asked. “You said you were desperate when you came in.”

“I was,” said Kelly. She hesitated, then said, “Look, I've already done it.”

“What?” asked Steve, who had been listening in. “When? I didn't see you.”

“Not long since,” said Kelly. “When Nicole stood up. I realised I was the only one on this bed, and we said we'd leave this as the spare bed, so I figured nobody would mind...”

“Oh my god,” said Helen. “You pissed the bed?”

“Well I needed to go, and I didn't want to draw attention to it,” said Kelly. “I certainly didn't want to start pulling my pants down in front of these knobs.”

Steve reached over to feel the bed sheets, and laughed. “She did it, she's pissed right here!”

“Alright, keep it down, dickhead,” Kelly said. “You got a problem with it? Nobody was gonna sleep here, were they?”

“Not a problem, no,” Steve asked. “Just made me laugh.”

“I think it's a great idea,” said Helen. “Do you want to come over here to the dry bed, Kelly?”

“To be honest I'll stay here,” said Kelly. “I'm still drinking stuff, so I'm gonna need to go again. It's quite nice just to go whenever you need it, you know? This must be what a pool party would be like.”

Helen stood up and stretched. “Well, just me to go then I guess,” she said.

“Do you need to yet?” asked Jo.

“Jesus, I've needed to since we got off the coach,” said Helen. “Just trying to decide where to go.”

“Just go on the floor,” said Steve.

“Floor's boring,” said Helen. “Chloe, have you unpacked anything into these drawers yet?”

Chloe smirked. “No,” she said. “And I think I can do without one drawer, if you like.”

Helen slid open the bottom drawer of the chest. She stretched her arms once more, then undid her jeans and slid them down, along with her panties. There was a triangle of blonde-brown hair over her vagina on her front, and two soft round buttocks on the back. Helen lifted one leg up onto the top of the chest of drawers, then released a powerful stream. A few dribbles splashed up the front of the set of drawers or down onto the carpet and Helen's jeans, but most of it fell in one tidy arc, glittering in the light, landing squarely in the drawer. It made a loud drumming sound, loud enough to briefly distract Nicole and Will from what they were doing and make them look round. The bottom of the drawer was soon filled with a layer of piss, and the sound changed to a splashing, like running the tap into the kitchen sink.

Before long Helen was done. She pulled her jeans back up, then winked at Chloe before sitting down. Chloe leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Helen looked flushed but pleased.

“What now?” asked Kelly.

“The night's young,” said Steve. “I don't know about you but I need another drink and another piss. I might try pissing out the window. Hope nobody's underneath.”

A couple of others also helped themselves to more drinks.

“So what, is this just for tonight?” asked Chloe. “Tomorrow we go back to pissing in the toilet like normal people?”

“What do you think?” asked Kelly. A look of concentration crossed her face, and she added, “I'm literally pissing myself right now as we're talking. I dunno if we can go back from this.”

“Good,” said Chloe. She took a few steps away from her bed, lowering her leggings to squat over a clear patch of floor, just at the same time as Steve was opening the window and pulling his own joggers down. “I think I could enjoy a week of this.”

Part 5 of this series. For anyone who wants to read from the start, you can find part 1 here. Hope you enjoy!

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The library of our university was an old place. It was built when the uni was founded, back in the fifties. Since then they'd built a new wing, but the old wing had barely changed in sixty years (except to grow older and shabbier).

It had six floors, and apparently my friends Maddie and Adam liked to work right up on the sixth floor. They invited me and David to go join them if we had time to kill on campus, and I brought Kim along with me. We rode the elevator up. There were a few other groups of students around, but not many -- most students preferred the new wing of the library, and if they used the old wing they tended to stay down on the lower couple of floors. Rows of bookshelves stretched away from us, full of rather tired-looking books, and the occasional tired-looking student wandered in and out of sight down the aisles.

“Hi,” said Adam as we arrived. He, Maddie and David were sat around on a collection of old, rather dilapidated sofas in a corner, laptops and notebooks spread out around them. “How's it going?”

“Not bad,” I said, as me and Kim took seats beside each other on the spare sofa. “Interesting lecture we just had. How are you?”

“Can't complain,” said Adam. “Just trying to get some work done.”

Maddie laughed. “He's doing nothing of the sort. We've been trying to work --” she indicated herself and David -- “But Adam just spent the last ten minutes trying to undo my shirt.”

“Well, I can't help it,” Adam said. “You're a distraction for me.”

“Oh, I'm a distraction?” said Maddie with a laugh.

Kim and I pulled out our books and started working, but we hadn't sat there for long when Kim said, “I could do with a coffee, do you want one?”

I agreed that a coffee would be good, and said that I would go with her.

“I'll come as well,” David said. “Wouldn't mind the loo.”

“I could do with a piss as well,” Adam said, standing to follow us.

We crossed the floor to the elevator. However, as we reached it, Adam turned off to one side through a door. “This'll do me,” he said. Knowing there was no toilet on this floor, I glanced past him and saw just the stairwell. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Well, nobody comes by this way,” he said, already turning to face the wall. “Everyone goes up in the lift. And we all know the building's a shithole. Everyone pisses here.”

“Everyone?”

“Well, some people … I've seen a couple other guys pissing here as well. Listen, either come through or go the other way, but shut the door, will you? David, you joining me? I thought you needed a piss as well.”

David shrugged and followed him through the door. Kim and I also followed. As soon as the door had shut behind us, Adam's flies were undone and he started to piss against the concrete wall. David took up a position beside him, and soon his own pee was also running down the wall. I rolled my eyes at Kim, and we started the walk down the stairs.

“Your friends are interesting people,” Kim said, as we reached the landing of the floor below. We could still hear the running water quite clearly from the floor above us, and indeed could see trickles of liquid coming down the wall, working their way through gaps in the concrete.

“They are,” I said. “That's why I like them.”

Kim nodded. “They're fun,” she said.

We finished the walk down to the ground floor. The stairwell wasn't completely deserted: a student was stood on the ground floor landing, talking on the phone to a friend. I paused to listen. From down here I could just about hear the trickling and hissing coming from five floors above. I wondered if the guy had noticed.

We picked up coffees from the café beside the library, and rode the elevator back up to the top floor. The two guys had returned from their stairwell break. Maddie had clearly relented and decided it was time for a different kind of break from studying -- she had hopped sideways onto Adam's lap, and he had one hand up her shirt and the other down the front of her trousers.

Kim and I got to work on the assignment we'd been given last lecture, while Maddie writhed under Adam's fingers beside us. At one point she let out a loud gasp that I was sure would alert somebody. I looked around for library staff, but nobody seemed to be coming near. Maddie clapped her hand over her mouth and continued to squirm. Eventually she kind of shuddered, and then slumped back against Adam.

“Good study break?” David asked.

Maddie opened her eyes and stretched. “Relaxing,” she said. “Good to work off some of the pressure. Only thing is, now I need to pee.”

“Are you gonna use the stairwell?” asked Kim.

Maddie shook her head. “Seems like a long way away,” she said.

I watched, intrigued, as Maddie scooted sideways, off of Adam's lap and onto the sofa. She wriggled in her seat, sliding her jeans down to her knees. Then she sat with her bush positioned over the gap between two cushions on the sofa and spread her legs slightly. I watched her yellowish stream disappear down the gap. We could hear a splashing sound as it hit the fabric of the sofa beneath, changing in tone as the material got more and more sodden. After a minute she finished with a heavy sigh and pulled her jeans back up. Apart from a few splashes on the sides of the cushions, there was no evidence anything had happened.

I put my pen down. I had been feeling a slight urge for a while -- the coffee had gone through me quickly -- and watching Maddie made me realise how desperate I was. But I didn't want to repeat Maddie's piss, and the stairwell seemed like a boring option.

“I'm going to go look for a book,” I said to Kim. “Do you want to come?”

Kim dragged her eyes away from Maddie's sofa and said, “Sure.”

I led Kim away among the bookshelves, keeping an eye out for staff or other students. There were a few people around, but the floor was quiet compared to the lower levels. I assumed this was why Maddie and Adam liked it so much. I stopped just around the corner from our friends. I could hear some students talking a couple of aisles over, but aside from that there was nobody nearby.

“What book are you looking for?” Kim asked.

I met her eyes and tipped my head. “It's down on the bottom shelf,” I said.

I dropped into a squat, surreptitiously lifting my skirt out of the way as I did. I had panties on underneath, but they would just have to get wet. I leant slightly forward, pretending to be scanning the shelf, and relaxed.

I heard Kim gasp as she realised what I was doing. The pee was thankfully quiet, falling only a couple of inches before being soaked up by the carpet. I could hear the patter and perhaps Kim could, but nobody else. There was no hiding the puddle though as it spread, dark blue on the pale blue carpet.

Suddenly I noticed Kim gasp again behind me, warning me of the danger I had missed. A student, a girl in a woollen hat and scarf, in the same aisle as us and walking closer. I had been so focused on what I was doing that I hadn't heard her footsteps. I stopped pissing immediately, and pretended to be concentrating on the bookshelf in front of me while watching her out of the corner of my eye. Would she notice the big puddle of piss with me crouched at the centre? I was in the most incriminating position, but I didn't dare stand up in case my movement drew her attention to it.

The girl came closer, clearly looking for something in this aisle. Then -- to my intense relief -- she picked a book off the shelf and turned away, going back the way she had come. Once she was out of sight I breathed a huge sigh.

“Thank God for that,” said Kim.

My bladder was straining from the discomfort of being cut off mid-piss. I relaxed and let it flow again, breathing deeply from the two types of relief. Finally, once my bladder was completely empty, I stood up and hurried away with Kim.

“That was amazing,” Kim breathed once we'd put a few bookshelves between us and the evidence. “I don't know how you have the courage to do something like that. And when that girl came around the corner --”

“You could do it too,” I said to her. “You've done it in my room a lot. Why not here?”

Kim looked around nervously. “I dunno,” she said. “I could, I guess? I do need a pee. I just wish I wasn't wearing jeans.”

“That's why I always wear a skirt,” I said. “You never know when you're gonna need an emergency pee. But it just means you need to find somewhere a bit better hidden. How about there?”

I pointed to an area in the corner of the floor, where I could see several of the trolleys that the library staff used to restock shelves. A person squatting behind the trolleys would be pretty well hidden from the rest of the library.

“I suppose so,” said Kim, looking thoughtful. Then she seemed to make up her mind. “Alright, I'll do it.”

We wandered over to the corner, trying to look innocent. Double-checking that nobody was nearby, Kim squeezed through the gap between two of the trolleys and rolled them together behind her. Now she was in a kind of walled-off space surrounded on all sides by the book trolleys.

“Keep an eye out for me,” she whispered as she deftly slipped her jeans and knickers down and sank into a squat.

I leaned over the trolley to watch, sneakily taking in the sight of the little triangle of hair between her legs and the soft, moist vagina below it. After a couple of seconds of concentration the flow started. At first it was just a few tentative little spurts, then, as she grew bolder, a stream that grew in strength.

She glanced up, saw me looking and giggled.

“What?” she said. “There's nothing here you haven't seen before.”

“But the setting is different,” I said. “I wasn't sure if you'd want to do it here. I'm proud --”

“What exactly is going on here?”

The voice seemed to cut through the very air between us. I started. Kim jumped to her feet, trying to pull her trousers up and splashing them in the process.

A librarian had walked up while neither of us were paying attention. She was an older woman, with short grey hair and thick-rimmed glasses.

“S-sorry,” Kim stammered. “I just --”

“You should have toilets nearby,” I said, going immediately on the offensive. “It's ridiculous to expect us to walk all the way downstairs every time we need a piss.”

The lady was surveying us both. But her expression wasn't angry so much as exasperated.

“Well, you must be keen students,” she said. “If you're so keen to work you can't take five minutes to find the bathroom.”

“Sorry,” said Kim again.

“You're hardly the first,” said the librarian. “Come exam time we'll be finding a couple of puddles a day up here. Usually it's the boys. To be honest I'm glad to see the girls joining in for a change, and at least you didn't damage any of the books.”

“Are you going to report us?” asked Kim.

“Not this time,” she said. “Just don't let me catch you again. Do it out in the stairwell like the boys do and think we don't know about.”

The first part of this series is here in case you want to start with that, and if you want to read the previous series with this set of characters first, it starts here.

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The clock ticked slow and loud from the front of the lecture theatre. Rain pattered morosely at the small windows. I yawned, turning to look at Kim as I did so. She raised her eyebrows, then, a couple of seconds later, yawned herself.

Fresher's week -- the wonderful, responsibility-free week to allow new students to settle in -- had ended. On Monday we had had our first introduction lectures. An old white man had stood up at the front of the room, outlining what was in store for us all over the next three years. Today, the introduction was over, and we were talking about proper subject matter. Our lecturer this morning had been an enthusiastic young woman. I had loved her lecture, and learned a lot. For lunch, Kim and I had eaten at the canteen below the main library -- the food was only a bit better than school dinners, but at least came in large portions. Now though, a post-lunch stupor had set in. It wasn't helped by the fact that this afternoon's lecturer, the same old white man who had given us the introduction yesterday, had less charisma than the overboiled vegetables served by the canteen.

“This guy must be a really good researcher,” whispered Kim, “cos they hired him for something and it wasn't his teaching ability.”

Even the large coffee I'd had with lunch was not helping me stay awake. It was, however, causing another problem. I squirmed as my bladder made its discomfort known.

The weather, having been grey and overcast since term started, had broken with spectacular style this morning as we were walking in, unleashing a torrential downpour which had held up all day so far. Everything felt damp. The philosophy building heating had ticked on, making the lecture theatre warm and muggy.

Kim and I were sat at the back of the lecture class -- running slightly late after lunch, we'd had to tiptoe in through the back door to avoid disturbing people. The rest of the fifty or so students, perhaps wanting to appear keen, had sat further forward, so our row and the one in front were empty apart from us and our umbrellas, which were slowly dripping onto the floor.

My bladder gave a sudden throb. Perhaps I could sneak out to go to the loo? There was one just down the corridor from here.

I half rose out of my seat. The aged folding chair sprang back against the wall, making a loud clunk as it did so. Several people looked around, and even the lecturer paused in his droning speech. I sat hastily back down, waving an apology.

“Everything okay?” Kim asked, once the lecturer had started up again.

“Fine,” I said. “I just need a slash. I'll hold it, don't worry.”

Kim went back to writing. I watched her, amazed at her ability to decipher meaning in the monotonous drone coming from the lecturer. She looked cute today in a white top with curly pink writing on it, slightly clingy from the rain. Her hair was still damp, and her brow furrowed in concentration as she watched the lecturer change slides.

My mind wandered back to last night. She had been over at my room, playing video games as usual. We'd both taken to sitting around bottom-less, for easier pissing, a change I heartily approved of. I had squatted for a piss on the carpet, and as I pissed Kim had given me a funny look.

“Do you think it's bad, what we do?” she'd asked.

I'd replied that I didn't think so. “It's my room, I can piss there if I like.”

Then she'd said, “Can I tell you something?”

And she'd told me a story that had happened when she was just a girl. Her house was cold, she'd said, because it was old and draughty. She'd just gotten into bed when she realised she needed to pee. She had lain there for a while, thinking about getting up and crossing the cold landing to the bathroom. After some time, she'd decided to just not do that. Instead she'd peed against the wall beside her bed, so that it ran down the gap beside the bed. But she'd been caught -- her dad came in to say goodnight, and noticed the wet patch on the wall, and pulled out the bed to reveal the puddle underneath. She said she'd got in awful trouble.

“Does that make it feel bad to you?” I'd asked.

Kim had laughed. “What, knowing my dad wouldn't approve? It kind of makes it more fun.”

And with that, she'd spun on my bed to face the wall and peed. It was messy, with stray spurts splattering all over the wall, and on my sheets and blankets. If this was how much mess she'd made before, I wasn't surprised her dad had caught her. Once she'd finished Kim had apologised for messing up my bedsheets, but I'd waved that aside. It had dried quickly, and in any case it was worth it to see her enjoy herself.

Coming back to the present, I realised that it was now halfway through the lecture and I hadn't taken in a single word. Simultaneously, I realised that it was only halfway through the lecture, and my bladder was not going to manage another half hour.

I leant over to Kim. “I'm just going to do it here.”

She turned to me, wide-eyed.

“Don't worry,” I said, “I'm pretty sure I can get away with it.”

I adjusted my position in the chair, pulling my skirt out from under me. My panties would have to get wet. The chair had a thick cushion on it, so I had an idea that as long as I just peed slowly, it would soak in and leave no trace.

I let my bladder relax, and the piss came easily. Warmth spread around my butt from front to back. After a couple of seconds I forced myself to stop. There had been an audible hiss, and Kim had clamped her hand over her mouth, staring at the obvious wet spot on the front of my panties.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, “I can't believe you.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“I mean …” she gestured helplessly. “No, I guess?”

I pushed again, and enjoyed the feeling of another wave of warmth soaking into the cushion. I kept it slow, trying not to push hard enough that anything audible would happen. Beside me, Kim had completely stopped following the lecture, and was just staring at the cushion of my chair as it slowly got darker.

After a minute or so of this, I found a flaw in my plan. A sudden dripping noise -- seeming painfully loud to me -- started, first just a few drops, then getting faster and faster. I stopped peeing at once, but it was too late. The cushion had reached saturation, and now it was overflowing onto the hard wooden floor beneath us.

Kim met my eyes, looking panicked. The students nearby didn't seem to have noticed the noise yet -- perhaps they thought it was the rain outside -- but they surely would soon. I tried to think what to do, but my brain seemed to have frozen.

Luckily, Kim was more together. She pulled from her bag a fluffy pink jumper and threw it on the floor beneath my seat. The drips were now falling on soft fabric rather than wood, and were much more muffled.

“You owe me a jumper, Sarah,” Kim whispered, but she was giggling.

I raised my eyebrows at her, and took a swig from my water bottle.

 

When the lecture ended, Kim and I stood up quickly, me letting my dress fall back down over my soaked knickers, and we hastily left the room. Both of us were laughing.

“I just can't believe you,” said Kim. “In your room is one thing, but at the back of a lecture theatre?”

“Come on,” I said. “Don't say it wasn't funny.”

“It was,” she said. “It's just -- wow, hanging out with you is never boring.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Listen, I'm gonna go in here,” Kim said, gesturing towards the ladies' at the end of the corridor.

“In a toilet? How boring,” I teased.

“Shush,” she said. “What do you want me to do, pop a squat right here in the corridor?”

“All right, I'll follow you inside,” I said. “I want to take these off, they're soaked.”

We ducked into the bathroom. It was small, only a handful of stalls against one wall and a couple of sinks and mirrors against the other. Kim headed for one of the stalls. To my surprise, she beckoned for me to follow her. I shut the stall door behind us, and stood there awkwardly in the small space while Kim pulled down her shorts and pants. She didn't sit on the toilet directly, instead kind of hovering over it, supporting herself with one hand while her other hand went to her slit.

“Don't you hate it when the seat is dirty?” she asked.

It hadn't looked dirty to me, but I nodded.

Then she started to pee, pulling her labia back with one hand. Her stream out powerfully, arcing forwards rather than down. It splashed at first onto the front of the seat, then she pushed harder and it arced completely over, splattering down onto the tiled cubicle floor. I took a small step backwards to avoid the splashes, laughing.

“See?” Kim said, when she was done. “You're not the only wild girl here.”

She pulled her shorts back up, flushing the toilet behind her -- I guess from habit. I slipped my wet knickers down and stuffed them into my bag, and we left the cubicle.

But as Kim was at the sinks, washing her hands, we heard one of the other cubicle doors click open and a woman strode out. She was another student, dressed in a business-like way with a blazer and a black skirt. I'd met a student or two like her already -- politics students who shared some of our classes. They were here because they wanted to be prime minister someday.

“What do you think you're doing?” she demanded as she approached us.

“Just washing our hands,” I said, innocently. “Cleanliness is important.”

“Don't talk bollocks,” she said. “I heard you. You think it's funny, what you did? Messing the place up? You think I should find out who you are, report you to the department?”

Kim was looking worriedly at me. For my part, I was annoyed by this woman. Who did she think she was, telling us what to do when she was no older than we were?

“We're very sorry,” I said to her, feigning innocence. “We didn't mean to offend anyone's sensibilities. I just hope we can apologise enough.”

As I spoke, I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt until it was well clear, baring everything underneath. The other woman looked down, wide-eyed. I thrust myself forward, then found the last bit of piss that I'd held on to during the lecture and let it loose, a messy stream that fell forward onto the floor just in front of my feet.

“Anything at all we can do to make things right, just let us know,” I said, relishing the feeling of peeing in the middle of the floor.

The woman watched my stream peter out. Her face had gone bright red. She was livid, but seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to speak. Kim and I took each other's hand and ran.

“Do you think she'll complain to someone?” Kim asked, as we turned a corner.

“No,” I said. “And so what if she does? She doesn't know who we are.”

We giggled as we made our way towards our next lecture.

Hi folks, apologies for the long wait -- I've been on the road for a month or so and haven't really found time to sit down and write. Hope you enjoy part 3!

The first part of this series is here in case you want to start with that, and if you want to read the previous series with this set of characters first, it starts here.

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Maddie knocked at the door to my room, then pushed her way in before I had time to respond. Adam followed behind her, the door swinging into the wall as he barged through.

“You two seem full of energy,” I said, giving them an amused smile from where I was sat on the bed.

“My bladder's full of piss, I'll tell you that,” Maddie said. “Mind out, I'm gonna go here.” She sank into a squat in the middle of the floor, lifting her dress above her waist, and the room was filled with a heavy pattering sound as her powerful stream shot down onto the carpet. She closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. “Aaaaah, I needed this.”

“We had a couple drinks before we came over,” Adam said by way of explanation. He leant against the wall, fumbled with the zip on his shorts, and was soon pissing his own share into the room. His stream arced forward, splashing a little bit on the side of the bed.

They were both dressed up for a night out, Maddie in a tight black dress that came down to her mid thighs, and Adam in a dark shirt and black shorts. Our plan was to head out to some seedy club called the Box, which they said was popular with students. But first --

“We've got to get you dressed,” said Maddie, straightening up and helping herself to a tissue from the box on my desk. “Come on, let's see what we can find.”

I slipped off the bed to join her by the wardrobe, feeling the soaked carpet with my bare feet. I was still chilling in my blue pyjama top and panties.

“Do you still have the top we bought over summer?” Maddie asked, riffling through my hanging dresses and tops. “Yeah, this is the one!”

I looked somewhat uncertainly at the top she was holding up. “It's a bit … revealing,” I said.

“Sure it is,” Maddie said. “But that's the fun part. You've got a beautiful body and on a night out you get to show it off.”

“Plus, all the guys will be going wild for you,” Adam said.

“If you want attention from the guys, something like this will get it,” said Maddie. “And if you don't, I'll fight them off for you.”

I took the top from Maddie. It was of a thin grey material that was basically see-through. We'd bought it while shopping together, and since then I'd pretty much pushed it to the back of my wardrobe. Perhaps it was Maddie's enthusiasm, but today I found the idea of wearing something like this quite appealing.

“You'll need a good bra underneath,” Maddie said.

I pulled a black bra from my underwear drawer -- it was a frilly, lacy one that I didn't tend to wear too much, but I knew it looked good. I pulled off my pyjama top, ignoring Adam's inevitable wolf-whistle at the sight of my tits, and slipped on the bra and then the grey top. Checking myself in the mirror, I liked the look. The black lace showed quite clearly through the material, as did my pale skin, and the dark shadow between my boobs. I don't have particularly big boobs, but the outfit certainly made them look good.

The door opened, and I looked up to see Kimberly stroll in. She'd gotten back into the habit of coming in without knocking, since she's already seen me doing basically everything that I might be doing in private. Well, she hasn't walked in on my masturbating yet, but I'm sure that'll come in time. She stopped, surprised to see the others there. Her eyes took in my outfit -- the see-through top and the frilly black bra and panties beneath -- and her eyes widened slightly.

“Hey Kim,” I said. “You've met Maddie before, and this is Adam, her boyfriend.”

“Hi,” she said, stepping forward to shake hands. She looked back to me. “Are you going out?”

“Yep,” said Maddie. “To the Box for a night of mischief.”

“Do you want to come?” I asked Kim.

She shook her head. “I was going to suggest fucking up some more zombies, but if you're not around I think I'll just watch Netflix. I'm not really dressed for going out,” she added, indicating her pyjamas. “I like your outfit, though.”

“Thanks,” I said. “We can fuck up some zombies tomorrow.”

Kimberly seemed to be hesitating slightly, and I thought I knew what she'd come for. Kim had been calling in here a couple of times a day to -- in her words -- 'use the carpet'. She wouldn't admit to enjoying it, but she said it was more convenient than walking all the way down to the toilets, and more pleasant (which was true, the toilets were gross). I was very happy with this situation, because she usually stayed for a chat afterwards and I really enjoyed her company. Seeing her peeing would often remind me that I needed to go, and so we'd end up squatting together over the floor, pissing and giggling together.

Today though I thought she might be put off by the presence of the others -- especially Adam, who she didn't know. Thinking it might put her at ease, I decided to lead by example, so I said, “Actually, seeing you just reminded me of something.”

I parted my legs slightly, not bothering to squat. I felt the wet patch spread quickly through my panties, then it started to soak through, mostly falling straight down in a neat stream. Droplets bounced up from the point of impact, spraying my legs and the nearby walls.

Kimberly smiled wryly. “I'm glad to know what you think of when you see me,” she said. But I must have had the desired effect of making her feel more comfortable, because she took her turn to piss, squatting and pulling down her pyjamas. I took the opportunity to stare at her vagina for a few seconds as her stream started -- another reason I liked it when she came over here to piss.

Once she'd finished up, Kim said that she would see me tomorrow and headed out. Once she was gone, Adam looked at me.

“Your friend is pretty cute,” he said. “And she has a nice pussy.”

“Shush, you,” said Maddie.

I didn't say anything, although privately I agreed with him on both counts.

 

Inside the club was an assault of pounding bass, a confusion of writhing bodies briefly glimpsed through the strobing lights and the darkness between. I was vaguely aware of cramped rooms and a low ceiling, black floors and glassy, mirror-like walls. The music was nothing I knew, or perhaps it was so loud my brain couldn't process it properly; it was a blanket of noise. The air felt close, damp and sweaty.

I focused on Maddie and Adam as they led me through the throng, wending our way around the edge of the dance floor until we found a space to stand beside a pillar. The music was slightly quieter at this end of the place.

Maddie disappeared to buy drinks. Adam gave me a cocky grin. “How are you finding it?”

“Loud,” I said. I started to lean against the pillar, then snatched my hand back in disgust. “Loud and dirty.”

He laughed. “I love it here. Nobody gives a fuck. Have you seen those two?”

I looked over to where he was pointing. Against the wall was a booth-like arrangement of tables and benches. The closest was occupied by two people, a boy and a girl, writhing against each other and against the padded bench. In the dim light I could just see that she had her skirt pulled up around her waist, and he had his jeans down around his knees.

“So, you gonna try to pull tonight?” Adam asked. When I hesitated, he said, “It's okay if you don't want to. I'm gonna try.”

“With who?” I asked.

Adam spent a few minutes scanning the crowd. “The blonde over there,” he said. “In the blue dress.”

There was a group of people stood in that direction, mostly girls. The woman he was indicating wore a blue, white-spotted dress that reached barely below her crotch and clung to her body in all the right places.

“She's hot,” I said, and Adam nodded.

Now that my attention was on the crowd, I noticed how many people were glancing my way -- specifically at my see-through top and the black bra underneath. Plenty of boys were staring, and more than a few girls as well. I couldn't help giggling.

Maddie reappeared with three beers. She passed me mine, and held one out to Adam.

“Hang on to it for a second,” he said. “I'm gonna go for a leak.”

I expected him to 'go' in the sense of looking for a toilet. I didn't at all expect him to pull down his fly right there on the edge of the dance floor. But sure enough he just let fly, aiming at the pillar we were stood around.

The beers we'd drunk on the way over had clearly gone through him quickly, because he pissed with some force, his stream washing down the surface of the pillar like a waterfall. I watched with interest the tiny droplets bouncing off the concrete and flying off into the crowd. A few of the nearby dancers glanced our way, but most seemed not to notice, even when Adam's growing puddle started to trickle away beneath the crowd's feet.

“Aren't you worried about getting caught?” I asked, as he shook himself dry and did himself up again.

“Here? Not really,” Adam said. “I won't be the only one. I told you, nobody gives a fuck in this place. I once saw two of the bouncers taking a leak in the corner. Shall we go dance?”

He and Maddie led the way off onto the dance floor. I followed, glancing back at the rather obvious wet streak Adam had left against the pillar, and the puddle that was still trickling away beneath people's feet.

I tried to join in with the dancing, but I found I didn't really know what I was doing, and my heart wasn't honestly in it. I found it much more interesting to watch the crowd around us. I saw two guys locked in each other's embrace, one with his hands down the other's trousers. I saw another guy with his hands up a girl's shirt, and a girl dancing close to a guy, both her legs straddling one of his, rubbing up and down and moaning.

Now that I knew to look for it, I also saw that Adam wasn't the only person avoiding the queue for the bathrooms. I saw two guys peeing together under one of the booth tables, and another taking a piss against the mirrored walls. It was funny to watch the yellow stream running down the glass. I also saw several groups of girls disappear down the darkened corridor for the fire escape, all to reappear a few minutes later straightening their dresses and trousers.

After we'd danced for a while, I started to feel pressure in my own bladder, the beer I'd just drunk sloshing down to join the two I'd had on the way over. I told the others that I was going to go for a pee.

“Whatever you do, don't go to the bathrooms,” said Maddie. “They're really gross.”

I had no intention of using the bathroom. I made my way over to the booths, thinking they would at least offer some privacy. There was one that looked empty. Not until I had reached it did I realise that there was in fact somebody there, one guy about my own age sat in the far corner of the booth, cradling a glass of something and looking pretty far gone. He turned to look at me at the same time as I noticed him.

“Hi,” I said. “Don't mind me.” The pressure in my bladder was too great to hold much longer, and I was too drunk to second-guess my decisions. I hitched up my skirt and squatted down in the mouth of the booth. My stream came easily and powerfully. The guy was staring open-mouthed at me, at my exposed pussy and at the puddle of piss forming around my feet. I gave him a smile and a wink before looking down to concentrate on what I was doing. I watched the way my stream glistened under the flashing strobe lights. The puddle collected around my feet for a few seconds, before it started to flow away over the smooth floor. I realised it was running under the the bench beside me and into the next booth, and I wondered if the group of girls sat there would notice. Whether they minded or not, there was nothing I could do about it now.

Eventually my bladder was done and the stream petered out. I straightened up, wiping myself dry with the back of my hand. The guy was still staring.

“Hope you don't mind,” I said to him. “I was desperate.”

“Not at all,” he stammered. Perhaps I was wrong, but I thought there was a bulge in the front of his trousers that hadn't been there before.

When I went back to join the others I found Maddie standing on her own on the dance floor.

“He's over there,” she said, when I asked about Adam. I looked over and saw him dancing with a girl -- the blonde girl in the blue dress he had pointed out earlier, in fact.

“Oh,” I said, impressed despite myself.

“Want to go outside?” Maddie asked. “I could do with a smoke.”

The smoking area was a small patch of concrete behind the club, surrounded by ramshackle fences. About a dozen smokers stood in clusters around the place. I followed Maddie over to a quiet corner. She offered me one, which I refused.

“Sensible,” she said, putting a cigarette in her own mouth and holding the lighter to the end. “I don't usually. Only when I'm drunk.”

She took a drag and exhaled slowly. Then she met my concerned gaze.

“Sorry,” she said. “I'm a bit … sometimes I don't like seeing him with other girls. I mean I trust him completely, it's not that, but … it's just rough sometimes. I'll get over it in a bit.”

“How long have you guys been doing the open relationship thing?” I asked.

Maddie considered. “Kind of always. We were friends since playgroup, right? So Adam was round my house a lot, and with the family I grew up in -- we were pretty casual about nudity and that, and we pissed everywhere, so Adam and me got used to seeing each other naked through being children, and we never really stopped. We started messing about with each other … I dunno, when we were teenagers. But we didn't start calling ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend straight away. We just kinda slipped into saying that. We kinda implicitly thought of ourselves as not exclusive, and we used to, you know, kiss and hold hands with other teenagers. We both slept with a couple other people in sixth form. And when we started here at uni, we had a proper conversation about what we wanted this thing to be, and kinda settled on … you know, what we are now.”

She took another long tug on her cigarette, exhaled, and sighed deeply.

“I gotta pee,” she said.

She shifted her weight slightly, then exhaled again. Looking down, I saw a small shower of droplets falling from beneath her dress. She was clearly holding the piss back and only releasing it in short bursts, hoping not to attract attention. She shifted her weight from side to side, allowing the trickle to run down one leg and then the other. I could just about hear the tinkling sound of water droplets on concrete over the muted sound of club music through the closed door. I glanced around to the other smokers, but none appeared to have noticed.

“Maddie,” I said, watching a few more droplets fall to the ground. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” said Maddie. “You always can. Can I keep peeing though? I've been holding it in and it feels so good.”

A brief, more powerful spurt accompanied these words, and Maddie gave a small, pleasurable sigh.

“What did you want to say?” she asked.

I hesitated, watching another spurt of pee trickle down Maddie's leg and over her sandals.

“I think I have a crush on someone,” I said.

“That's exciting,” said Maddie. “Who?”

“On … the girl who was in my room earlier,” I said.

“Really?” said Maddie. She took another drag, then added, “You never said you liked girls.”

“I don't think I knew until a few days ago,” I said.

Another shower of pee, this time straight down onto the concrete. I looked up to see Maddie smiling at me.

“Big change to the way you look at yourself, I guess,” she said. When I nodded, she said, “I guess that's what uni is for, right? Self discovery and all that. I'm glad you were happy to tell me so soon. You should talk to Adam, maybe. He's not always the most sensitive, but he knows a bit more than me about that kind of thing.”

She took one last drag on her cigarette and dropped it in the puddle by her feet.

“Shall we go back inside?” she asked. “I've still got some piss in me, but I'll finish off inside. I love to pee in the queue for the bar, it's a great feeling.”

 

Inside, we quickly found Adam. He was on his own; the blonde woman in the blue dress had disappeared. Maddie went off to buy more drinks (and I guess finish emptying her bladder), while Adam and I found an empty booth and sat down. Adam sat very close, his leg pressed against mine. The music was not too loud down this end of the club.

“Any luck with the girl?” I asked.

He shook his head. “She had to leave. Or something. Shame, she seemed nice. I was looking forward to having a new pussy under my fingers.”

As he said this his hand stretched, his fingers brushing against my thigh. His eyes met mine, and I laughed at the expression on his face.

“If you want to finger me, I'm not going to complain,” I said.

“Come a bit closer, then,” he said, patting his own legs. I jumped up onto his lap. He put one hand on my thigh, near the hem of my skirt, and slowly started to move it higher.

“There's something I want to tell you,” I said.

“I'm listening,” he said. His fingers were close to the top of my leg now. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders, cradling me. I leant back into his embrace and closed my eyes.

“I think I have a crush,” I said into the blackness.

“Oh yeah?” he said. His fingers brushed my pussy, causing me to take an inadvertent breath. “On who?” he asked.

I let his fingers play for a few seconds before I replied. “On Kim. The girl who was in my room earlier.”

“Huh,” said Adam. “I wondered if there was something going on there. Bit of an energy between the two of you, if you know what I mean. But I didn't like to ask.”

“You think so?” I said. A sudden thrust from his fingers made me gasp into his shoulder. His other hand had slipped up under my shirt. I felt my bra slip to one side, thin his fingers running over one boob, tracing rings around my nipple. I shivered and bit my lip.

“How long have you known you're into girls?” Adam asked.

“I -- oh.” I had to pause as another thrust of his fingers made me gasp again. “Not long. A few days. I haven't really -- ah -- haven't really thought about it. I mean, I have, but -- ohhh --”

“It can take a while to figure things out,” said Adam, as I broke off for a long moan. “First time I found a guy I liked I had no idea what was happening. Felt like an imposter when I told Maddie. Still doesn't happen very often with guys for me, but I'm cool with that. If you want to talk about it at all, just say the word. Hey look, Maddie's here with drinks.”

Maddie slid into the booth beside us, eyeing what Adam was doing with a wry smile. Wordlessly she handed me one of the beers she'd brought. I took a long gulp, trying not to choke when Adam's fingers played around my clit again.

“You two helping the box live up to it's classy reputation, I see,” she said.

All I could reply with was a low moan. My body was trembling with every movement Adam's hands made. I was hot and sweaty in the humid air. I knew my skirt had ridden up at some point, baring all for everyone passing, and my undone bra had slipped away somewhere, leaving my bare tits visible through the transparent fabric of my top.

I was also aware of just how much liquid was sloshing around in my bladder. Every shudder that Adam's ministrations sent through me caused the muscles around there to relax dangerously. One way or another I was going to have to piss pretty soon.

Then another thrust, another pulse of ecstasy, and I realised it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except this feeling of bliss. I relaxed.

In between the waves of pleasure, I was aware of the liquid flowing over my bare legs, of the pressure in my bladder releasing. I felt Adam's shorts getting damp beneath my uncovered behind. His cock, which had already been hard, was straining at the material holding it.

“You know how to reward a man for his efforts,” Adam said in my ear.

My gasps and moans subsided as the orgasm passed. Panting, I slid off Adam's lap to sit beside him on the bench.

“Sorry about your shorts,” I said, feeling the material I had soaked.

Adam half laughed, half panted. “I don't give a fuck about my shorts,” he said. “That was amazing.”

He turned to Maddie, who was sat on his other side. “Do you want to fuck right now? Because I desperately need it.”

I took an exhausted gulp of my beer. My damp legs were starting to cool -- refreshing after the sweat Adam had worked up for me. The music continued to pound, the lights flashed. Nearby dancers were staring -- at my tits that were now completely visible through my shirt, the pussy I hadn't bothered to cover up with my skirt, at the puddle on the floor around us, and at Maddie, who was climbing on top of Adam where he sat beside me.

I hadn't been sure how much I would like tonight, and I still wasn't sure how quickly I'd go back to the Box, but I had to admit it had been an enjoyable night.

Hi folks, this is part two. The first part of this series is here, and if you want to read the previous series with this set of characters first, it starts here. Enjoy!

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My first couple of days at university were a bit of a blur. Like a lot of UK universities, we don't get lectures in the first week of term, to give everyone a chance to settle in. But still there seemed to be a lot to do -- show up to some welcome speech, sign up to the sports centre and the health centre and a dozen other things, go to the societies fair and check out all the sports clubs and whatever on offer -- and it seemed like everywhere I walked there were flyers for this club night or that society or the other political campaign. I could barely keep track of it all.

I hung out a bit with my new flatmates. They were all right, but I wouldn't say I fit in with them too well. I've ended up in a flat of mostly boys, and the kind of sporty, rich kid boys I never liked much at school. They drink a lot, and they're loud and boisterous. Whenever I go in the kitchen with them there I can feel half of them staring at my tits. Which I wouldn't mind if they were nice about it, but they never seem particularly interested in talking, just looking.

I spent a lot of time with Maddie, Adam and David in those first few days. We'd spend the day playing video games in my flat, and go out for a couple of drinks in the evening. I was happy to be with my friends again. After a few days of us spending our days sitting around in my room, though, the smell of four people's piss was starting to get quite strong. I took to keeping the window ajar for ventilation, and thought that I should probably look into some sort of carpet cleaner.

There was only one other girl on my corridor. Her name was Kimberly, or Kim, and she lived just one door down from me. She was a touch shorter than me, and had beautifully lush blonde hair and soft, slightly tanned skin.

I wanted to get to know her -- we were the only two girls after all -- but I didn't get a chance for the first few days. She seemed to spend a lot of her time either out or alone in her room. The first chance I got to speak to her, I was on my way back from the showers, naked except for a towel wrapped around me. She was walking the other way with a handful of empty canvas bags, apparently going out for groceries. She said hi as she passed, looking a bit embarrassed to have caught me undressed, but the situation didn't bother me at all of course. I said hi back, then opened the door to my room and invited her inside. I wondered if she might be too busy, but she followed me inside.

We chatted for a few minutes about how we were both settling in. While we talked, I slipped off the towel I had been wearing and pulled on a dressing gown, not worrying about how much she saw. Kimberly looked surprised for the few seconds that I was naked, but she didn't object.

We talked about various things. Kim also didn't think much to our flatmates, which was why she'd been avoiding the kitchen. It turned out that she was also doing philosophy, so we would be doing lectures together. She liked swimming and horse riding, and had already signed up for the swimming club here. She was from Surrey, and -- she didn't say this but I guessed it -- had pretty well-off parents. I loved the sound of her voice. She had a very rich accent, in both senses -- full of warmth and layers, and also quite posh. She talked softly, and always sounded like she was smiling.

She stayed to talk for about half an hour. Apparently she'd lost track of time, because when she glanced at my alarm clock and realised how long she'd spent here, she said she was really sorry but she would have to run off to get to the shops before they closed. I said she was welcome to come by any time if she wanted to chat or play video games, and she said she might come back later today if I didn't mind.

Once she'd gone, I sat in my chair for a while, staring blankly in the direction of the closed door. Kim was a fun person to talk to, and I hoped we'd talk again soon.

I felt some pressure in my bladder. I'd had a cup of tea before I went for my shower, and in the time Kim and I had been talking it must have passed through me. Absent-mindedly I pulled my dressing gown out of the way, spread my legs and pissed from the chair onto the floor. I smiled as I watched my stream arc down and splatter onto the carpet, as I watched the puddle spread over the surface and slowly soak in. The pee smell in my room wasn't as bad today as it had been. I wondered if Kim had noticed the smell, or if she'd be weirded out by it if she did. I hoped she wouldn't.

 

I went out that afternoon to join Maddie and Adam for a drink. They had something on that evening, so I headed back home on my own. I didn't use the toilet before I left the bar, and the long walk back, with the chilly evening air up my skirt, meant that by the time I came within sight of my block of flats I was already thinking longingly of the soft, absorbant carpet in my room and the huge piss I was about to flood it with.

As I climbed the stairs and passed the kitchen, I glanced through the window and saw Kim, packing away her shopping into her allotted kitchen cupboard. Deciding to cross my legs for a couple more minutes, I stuck my head around the door to say hi and tell her she was welcome to call in this evening if she wanted. She smiled and said that sounded good. Feeling another twinge in my bladder, I waved goodbye for now and hurried back to my room.

As soon as I was through the door I lifted my skirt and crouched down in the corner beside the sink, too lazy to pull my knickers down. I pissed with full force through the cotton, feeling the warmth spread through the material until it enveloped my vag and bum. I looked down to watch the rivulets pouring down, one main stream from below my pee hole and a few smaller trickles from where the piss collected in my panties before it fell. I listened to the sound of it drumming into the carpet, and to how the tone changed as the carpet became sodden. The relief in my bladder felt amazing, as did the horny tingling in my stomach.

Then the door -- I'd been in such a rush I hadn't locked it -- the door opened and somebody walked in. It was Kimberly. She froze when she saw what I was doing.

“Oh my god -- I'm so sorry --” she said, her expression shocked.

I tried to stop my stream, tried to stand up without letting it run down my legs. “Kim --”

“I'll come back,” said Kim, “Finish, er, what you're doing.”

She stepped outside and the door clicked shut behind her. I stood up, slowly. I'd emptied most of my bladder, and wasn't really in a mood to finish off. I wanted to run after Kim, but wasn't sure if that was a good idea. I was also aware that I'd got the hem of my skirt pretty wet in my panic when she first came in. I undid the skirt and kicked it into the laundry basket, then pulled on another from my wardrobe. Still unsure what to do, I crossed to the door and opened it.

I'd expected Kim to have gone back to her room, but she was just outside in the corridor.

“Hi,” she said, giving me a sheepish smile.

“I'm so sorry about that,” I said.

“Oh no,” said Kim, in that gorgeously plummy voice of hers. “It was my fault. I should have knocked. I didn't expect -- well. You know.”

I returned her smile with a rather awkward one of my own.

For several seconds we faced each other, before Kim said, “Do you mind if I come in?”

I realised I was blocking the doorway, and stood back, holding it open for her as she came into my room. Kim looked around, smiling, taking in my rather messy room -- the books stacked up on the shelves, the paper already strewn across the desk, the posters I'd bought from the Student's Union the other day. She must also have seen the large puddle I'd left over by the sink, but she didn't mention it. Instead she focussed on the Xbox wired up to the monitor.

“Did you say you have Left 4 Dead?” Kim asked.

We spent a while killing zombies, perched on the edge of my bed and sipping cans of coke. For the first few minutes we didn't talk much. Then Kim started talking about other things -- what she'd bought while out shopping, what I'd been up to with my friends, what our plans were for the rest of the week. I saw her gaze drift down to the puddle a few times, always flicking away again.

After some time, Kim brought up the subject.

“So, is that something that you do a lot? Pee on the floor, I mean.”

I hesitated, not wanting to tell her just how often I'd been doing it here. “Sometimes.”

“Do you mind if I ask why?” said Kim. She asked so politely, it was as though we were talking about why I'd chosen this colour nail polish.

I took a deep breath. “It's convenient, I guess,” I said. “There always seems to be someone in the loo when I need to go.”

This was at least partly true -- there were only a couple of toilets between a flat of seventeen, and they were often occupied. I had no idea whether someone had been in when I'd passed this evening, however.

“And,” I continued, “we know that all the guys are pissing in the sink, right? You've heard them. I'd do that if I could, but I can't reach. So sometimes I go, you know, in the laundry basket or something. And sometimes just on the floor. I'll clean it up.”

Kimberly looked thoughtful. “So … it's purely a convenience thing? It's just easier?”

I hesitated again. “It's … partly about the convenience,” I admitted.

She smiled. “I have lots of friends who are into weird stuff,” she said. “I'm not going to judge anyone. I mean, fuck, it's your room, isn't it? You don't need to worry about me. Have you done it for a long time, or is it new?”

I told her about the summer, about meeting Maddie and Adam in Cornwall and their pee-anywhere house. The topic changed, and we chatted and played for another hour or so. We got stuck on the final level. Kim was getting very into the game, swearing fruitily every time we died.

I was becoming aware of a growing pressure in my bladder. I hadn't emptied fully when Kim interrupted me, and the coke that I was drinking wasn't helping. If Kim didn't leave soon I'd have a decision to make -- should I do what a normal person would do and walk to the toilets, or should I not?

“Listen, Kim,” I said, pausing the game. “I think I'm gonna have to go for a piss.”

“Well, go for it,” said Kim. “Can't you piss and play?”

After worrying how she might react, I was taken aback by this. “You don't mind?”

“Just pretend I'm not here,” she said, unpausing the game. “Except keep playing, we're going to kill this fucker.”

I crouched down in front of the bed beside where Kim was sat, rolling up my skirt as I did so, and just let the piss flow as we kept playing. The warmth spreading through my panties and the sound of piss falling onto the carpet were both somewhat distracting for me, and I died quite quickly that go around, but I found I didn't mind that too much. I saw Kim glance down at me a couple of times, but besides that she seemed completely unfazed by what I was doing.

It was nearly midnight by the time we beat the level. Kim let out a cheer which I joined in with.

“It's been great fun,” said Kim, smiling broadly. “I'd like to do this again, if you don't mind?”

“Definitely,” I said. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

I spent a long time lying awake that night. I was super horny, but whenever I tried to rub myself off I found my thoughts drifted towards Kimberly. Something about her blonde hair and pretty face just wouldn't leave my mind. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, but I woke up feeling as confused as ever.

 

The next day, Maddie came over to visit. I knocked on Kim's door to invite her to join us as well, and she happily did. She looked cute today in short, pink shorts, a white cotton shirt and a fluffy pink jacket. Maddie was in one of her usual button-up shirts and a short skirt. When she jumped up to sit on the desk thought I caught a glimpse of black hairs up there that made me suspect she was going commando.

We had planned on playing Xbox again but didn't really get around to it. Instead we just sat around and chatted, drinking from beers that Maddie had brought with her. Maddie talked about things we should look forward to over the next few weeks, and Kim and I wondered about what to expect from our course once lectures started. I noticed that Kim's shirt hugged quite tightly around her boobs and showed the outline of her bra, and had to try hard not to stare at it (what was going on with me?)

After an hour or so I could feel my bladder getting full. Perhaps it was the beer, but I was feeling more confident than yesterday. Without saying anything to the other two, I just lifted my skirt up, shifted to the edge of my chair and peed through my knickers onto the floor. It mostly fell straight down to the carpet, but some of it must have soaked into the chair cushion as well. Kim glanced down at what I was doing, a surprised look flitting across her face before she giggled. Maddie laughed as well.

“We can piss in front of Kim, then?” she asked. “Great, I've been crossing my legs for ages.”

She also pulled her skirt up, not caring that she was showing us everything, and not even bothering to move to the edge of the desk. Her piss arced forwards. She didn't quite have the pressure to reach the edge of the desk, and her piss started to puddle on the wood before running over and dripping onto the floor. She took another sip of her beer, supremely unconcerned. I definitely noticed that Kim's gaze was lingering on her pussy. So was mine, for that matter.

We chatted a bit longer, before Maddie stood up and tossed her empty can into the recycling.

“Thanks for the company, girls,” she said. “I'd better be leaving, though. Adam's got some plans this evening.”

“Do his plans just involve the two of you fucking?” I asked.

Maddie laughed. “I'm sure it's not just that. Anyway, I'll see you around.”

Once she had gone, Kim also stood up.

“I think I'll go back to my room for a bit,” she said. “I said I'd call my parents today.”

She seemed to hesitate before leaving the room, however.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I just … could do with a pee.”

I felt my heart suddenly beating faster, but tried to act casual as I said, “You could pee here if you like.”

“Yeah,” said Kim. “As long as you don't mind.”

She sank into a squat in the very middle of the room. She hadn't taken anything off, she was still in her shorts. She stayed there for a few seconds, then sighed.

“Stage fright,” she said. “I've never done anything like this before.”

“Take a deep breath,” I said, “then try to relax everything when you breath out.”

She breathed in, then out. Then she gasped, her eyes widening slightly. I could see that a damp patch had appeared on her shorts, a darker patch on the pale pink material.

“I did something!” she said. “Hang on, let me try again.”

She again breathed in, and again out. This time I saw the damp patch spread, then suddenly a forceful stream was pouring from the seat of her shorts. Kim gasped and giggled.

“I can see why you like this!” she said. “It feels so good. The warmth!”

Once she had finished she stood up again. A few trickles and drips were still running from her shorts. A huge wet patch covered her entire bum and had spread around to the front as well. The wet material clung to her contours.

“Okay,” she said. “I should go, but I'll see you later.”

 

I passed the evening watching TV and reading, but I was distracted and horny. I decided to jerk off browsing a couple of my favourite porn sites, but images of Kim kept drifting through my head -- Kim's shorts wet with her piss, Kim staring at Maddie as Maddie pissed, Kim's stream of piss soaking onto the floor. The carpet was still wet where she had done it. I kept rubbing and climaxed harder than I had done for a while. Afterwards I lay in bed, not sure what I was feeling.

Later that evening I was getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth at the sink. As had become a habit over the last few days, I opened my legs wide and peed standing while I brushed, watching in the mirror as it fell.

There came a knock at the door. I took a few seconds to finish off peeing, taking a tissue from the box on the desk to wipe with, before I answered.

Kim was there, her blonde hair damp from the shower, all dressed up for bed in pink and grey pyjamas. She was even carrying a hot water bottle.

“Hi,” she said.

“How's it going?” I said.

“Not bad,” she said, closing the door behind her. “I'm just on the way to bed, but … well, there's a queue for the bathrooms, and I wondered if you wouldn't mind …”

I laughed. “I don't mind at all. You're always welcome to come over for a piss.”

Kim dropped into a squat, pulling her pyjamas down. She'd shaved down there, I noticed. And her backside looked very cute.

She looked down at herself as she peed, then looked up at me and smiled. “It's nice to have a backup bathroom,” she said. Then her eyes widened. “Not that -- I like your room a lot, I didn't mean --”

“It's fine,” I said, laughing. “It's a bathroom with an Xbox.”

Kim took the tissue that I offered her, stood and pulled her pyjamas back up. “A bathroom with an Xbox and a very cool person living there,” she said. “I'm glad you're my neighbour, Sarah.”

“I'm glad you're mine,” I said with a smile.

Hi everyone, long time without writing for me. I thought I would follow up on the characters I wrote about in my Holiday series (first chapter of that is here in case anybody want to read that first). I'll still try to write some Kaymala stuff too because I still have some ideas for that, but there's a few things I'm excited to do with these characters.

Just a heads up, this chapter has a somewhat incest-y scene towards the end. If that's not your thing, you might want to check out after the line, 'We hugged, and Maddie and Adam set off, leaving me and David alone in the room.'

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It was a cloudy Saturday at the start of October. Below where we sat, the university plaza was thronging with students, talking loudly, handing out leaflets, hugging friends they hadn't seen over summer, or walking around with their parents in tow, their expressions a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Up here on the balcony of the campus bar was much quieter. The cooler autumn weather had driven most of the customers -- families having one last meal before the parents head home without their children -- indoors. On the balcony was just a couple of smokers and us. Me, my brother David, and our friends Maddie and Adam.

“So, how's your new room, Sarah?” Maddie asked, looking at me.

“Not bad,” I said with a small shrug. “It's bigger than I expected. Take me a bit to tidy it up though, put all my stuff away.”

“And she has plenty of stuff,” David said. “A whole crate of video games and books, you should see it. Took us ages to carry it all in from the car.”

“Fuck off, mate,” I protested. “I helped you move in last year, remember? I've got less than you had.”

It was my first day on campus. David had helped me move my several suitcases of stuff into my room, and then we'd met up for a drink with the others. All the work carrying bags had made me thirsty, and the big coke I'd ordered was disappearing quickly. A pressure was already starting to build in my bladder.

“You're over on North Campus, right?” said Adam. “The rooms over there are big. It's the price you pay for being miles away from everything else, that's all.”

“Pfff,” said Maddie. “Twenty minute's walk at most. It seems like miles when you're a first year and everyone else lives on main campus, but when you move off campus in second year you realise what a commute is really like.”

“That's fair. Took our bus forty-five minutes to get in this morning,” Adam said to me and David, “the roads were so snarled up with all the new students. Worth it, though. I love the start of term.”

“Hush, creepy boy,” said Maddie. “I know what you're thinking.”

“What, you feel it too,” said Adam. “All the hot people. Don't you think?” he added to me and David. “When you spend all summer out in the sticks, surrounded by old folks, then suddenly you're here surrounded by attractive people your own age. Like her, see? In the short skirt. You don't see many like that in our little Cornish village.”

“She's got nice legs, I guess,” I said, following his gesture. She also had a good figure, a rather tight-fitting top, golden blonde hair and a pretty face.

“Cute boyfriend,” said Maddie, which the blonde woman also had. “I'd do him if he was up for it.”

David cleared his throat. “I never asked, how was the rest of your summer?” he said. It had been over a month since the beach holiday where we had met Maddie and Adam, when we had got to know each other surprisingly well.

Adam shrugged. “More of the same. Went to the beach when it was sunny, hung around the house when it wasn't. Lots of fucking in both cases.”

“Only each other, though,” Maddie said. “I'm looking forward to trying some new dick again. How about yours? Your summer, I mean?”

“Uneventful,” I said. “Less fucking than yours.”

“Not none, I hope?” Adam said.

David and I met each others' eyes, then quickly looked away. Adam caught the look and smirked.

“No judgement here,” he said.

A chilly wind was picking up, making pimples stand up on my bare legs. At the other end of the balcony, the two people smoking both stubbed out their cigarettes, finished their beers and left.

I saw Maddie smile to herself and start fidgeting in her seat, fiddling with her skirt. She caught my eye and winked. I realised what she was thinking, and started discreetly manoeuvring my own skirt out of the way as well.

“It is getting a bit cold, isn't it?” Adam was saying. “If you still want that tour, maybe we should be finishing up and heading --”

He broke off at the pattering sound that had started. Both Maddie and I had started to piss where we sat, having pulled our skirts out of the way. The chair seats were a kind of plastic weave, meaning the liquid ran through the holes and onto the floor. The noise was quiet compared to the sound of the crowd below, but still audible. I could feel droplets from my stream bouncing up onto my legs, and I could see droplets from Maddie's landing on the glass divider that ran along the edge of the balcony. I hadn't bothered to pull my panties aside, but the material was thin enough that my stream just passed straight through.

Maddie was giggling, and once she'd started I couldn't help laughing as well. David was watching the puddles spread, wide-eyed.

“I wish you'd give us some warning for something like that,” Adam said, looking star struck. “Wasn't I just saying how horny I was? Oh my god, you two are the best.”

Our two puddles didn't spread very far. There were gaps between the wooden boards of the floor, and there must have been a drain down there. Still, the wet patches that we left were quite distinctive.

“Shall we go?” said Maddie, once she'd finished up what she was doing and recovered from her giggles. “I don't really want to get caught sitting on a big piss puddle.”

We finished the last of our drinks, gathered our things and left, me and Maddie still smiling, Adam still looking dazed.

Maddie and Adam's tour of campus, having started with an hour in the bar, went quickly through the other major sites of campus. They showed me the rest of the students' union building, which included the campus club room, and then led me around the library, the sports centre, and the philosophy department where I would be having lectures from next week. Then I said I would show them my room up on North Campus, so we walked back past the sports centre, past the seemingly endless football, rugby and cricket pitches, through a small wood, and up to North Halls.

The complex was in a rather nice bit of campus, it had to be said. Half a dozen blocks backed onto one bank of a small lake -- the other bank looked out over ploughed fields, with the city just visible as a collection of tower blocks in the distance. I was in block C, room 19, a ground floor room near the end of the corridor. Each building had its own common room and a kitchen on each floor. A separate building housed the laundry -- shared by everyone in North Halls -- and a small café.

“So, did you splash out the cash for an ensuite room?” Adam asked as I swiped my card to enter the building.

“No, no ensuite,” I said. “Just a sink in the room.”

“Oh, well with a sink why would you need an ensuite?” Adam said. “A sink is by definition a urinal as well. Trust me, half the people in this building are gonna be peeing in the sink. The halls I was in in first year, there were two toilets per floor between twenty people. Never once had to queue to use one.”

I giggled as I led them down the corridor towards my room. Just as we reached it, the door to the next room along opened, and a blonde woman in pink shorts and a fluffy pink jumper came out. She smiled at us as she squeezed past in the narrow corridor. I hadn't properly spoken to her yet -- nor to any of my new neighbours for that matter. I knew that I should do, and I was a bit worried that they'd all be making friends without me, but I'd wanted to see Maddie and Adam again first.

“Nice room,” said Maddie, looking around as she entered. “Pretty spacious.”

“Still pretty messy,” I said, gesturing to my various suitcases and crates of stuff from home. “I'll put it away later.”

“Speaking of sinks,” Adam said, “do you mind if I have a quick slash in yours?”

“Course,” I said. “Wait for me though, I need to piss as well.”

“Again?” Adam asked. “You went at the bar.”

“Coke goes through me quickly,” I said.

I pulled my skirt up and squared up to the sink, wondering how to tackle it. It was waist height, which was something of a problem. I tried standing on tiptoes, but that didn't give me much extra height. I tried lifting one leg up onto the edge of the sink, hoping I'd be able to manoeuvre my vag into the right position that way, but I still couldn't quite get high enough.

“Do you want a leg up?” Adam asked with a snicker.

Some things, I decided, weren't worth the effort. Rather than keep struggling, I decided just to relax. I let the piss flow where I was, still with one leg up on the sink. The stream spurted forwards and down. Some of it struck the edge of the sink and ran down the porcelain, some shot straight under the sink and sprayed against the wall behind. All of it ran down onto the carpet one way or another. I watched as it sat on top of the fibres before slowly soaking in, leaving a spreading wet patch.

“Oh, is that what we're doing then?” Adam said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Fuck the sink. Piss wherever you like, just don't get my stuff wet.”

“I like the way you think, girl,” said Maddie, giggling.

“You and me both,” said Adam, undoing his flies as he spoke. Without further ado he turned to face the wall beside the door and let loose. He clearly had been holding it for a while, the amount of force he had. I could see the spray coming off as more piss gushed out of him, pouring down the wall like a waterfall and spreading across the carpet. I wondered vaguely if the people in the rooms next door would hear the sound, before deciding I didn't really care.

“I needed that,” Adam said, tucking himself away and doing his flies back up. “Is this going to be a full-time arrangement in your room?”

“Why not?” I said. “If it starts to smell I can buy some carpet shampoo or something.”

Maddie glanced at her watch. “We should probably be going, Adam,” she said. To me, she added, “We said we'd pick up some shopping before dinner. It's really good to see you both again, though. Honestly, we both missed you.”

We hugged, and Maddie and Adam set off, leaving me and David alone in the room.

“Should, er, should I head off as well?” David asked. “Leave you to get to know your flatmates a bit?”

“You can if you like,” I said, sinking onto the bed. “If you don't want to do something else.”

David hesitated. “What else?”

I leaned back on the pillows, casually slipping one hand down the front of my skirt. “I was going to try the new bed out a bit,” I said. “You're welcome to join me if you like.”

To my surprise, David still looked uncertain.

“Do you not want to?” I asked. “If not, that's fine.”

“No, it's not that,” said David. “I'm down for it. I just … well, I want to make sure you are.”

“I suggested it, didn't I? And we've done it plenty of times before. Why would I not want it this time?”

“Well …” David gestured vaguely in the direction of the door. “Before, it was always at home, when mum and dad were out. Or when Maddie and Adam were around, but you knew they were cool with it. I thought you might be worried what your new flatmates would think, if they found us out …”

I gave a half shrug. “I don't think I really care what they might think of me,” I said. “I like spending time with you, and that includes this stuff we do alone together. Besides, it's not like we're properly fucking, right? We're just, you know, helping each other get off.”

“All right,” David said. “If you're sure. I'm just going to run to the loo first, okay?”

I laughed. “David, are you really going to walk all the way to the toilet when you've just seen Adam and me pissing on the floor?”

David paused, then shrugged. “Right you are,” he said. He unzipped his jeans and directed his cock towards the side of the (still empty) wardrobe. David never has a powerful stream, but he saves up a lot of fluid and pisses for a long time. I watched as his puddle spread across the floor, surrounding his shoes, intermingling with the wet patch that Adam had by the wall behind him. My hand was down my skirt still, my arousal mounting as I thought of all the day's events so far.

Once he was done, David crossed the room to me, kicking off his shoes and stripping down his jeans as he did so, and climbed into the bed beside me. It was only a single bed, so there wasn't a lot of space, but we did our best. As he snuggled down under the covers, I reached around to find his cock. It was already pretty hard, I noted smugly. He, for his part, found the bottom of my skirt and slid his hand up inside, pulling aside my still-damp panties to find the dampness of a different kind that was underneath. There was some writhing and wriggling, made awkward by the small space. Both of us were pretty horny to start off with, and we came quickly -- him first, spraying the inside of the freshly-cleaned bedsheets, and me just a few seconds later. For a few minutes we lay there, enjoying the post-climax bliss.

David met my eyes. He was still panting slightly. “Welcome to uni, Sarah,” he said.

I smiled. If the next three years were like today, I thought I would like this place.

I'm on a trip to Copenhagen at the moment, and given the hot weather thought I'd spend a day down on the sea front (it's kinda sea and kinda river at this point). Copenhagen has these wooden constructions along the front, a bit like piers, for people to sunbathe, and you can swim in the sea nearby. Being in town it's quite busy, and you don't get much more than the space you need to lie down in. 

 

There are a couple of (pretty gross) toilets there, but I had no intention of using these. I was already feeling the pressure in my bladder when I arrived, and relieved it the traditional way - going for a discreet piss while swimming. I got out and got dry, and because it was a hot day I drank a fair bit. I soon found I needed to go again, and since I didn't fancy jumping in for a swim every half hour, decided to try another solution. 

 

The pier is made from wooden slats with about 1cm gaps between. If you look down you can see the water beneath, about 1.5 metres down from where I was. People swim in the sea nearby but they don't tend to swim underneath where people were sunbathing. It seemed like a good opportunity. I moved  slightly so that I was centred over one of the gaps and let a trickle of pee out, to test what would happen. I could feel it soak into my trunks, and it seemed to run down the gap as planned. I relaxed all my muscles and let my bladder empty, first as a series of trickles and then a continuous flow as I got more confident. 

 

I stayed sunbathing there for another hour or two, peeing on the spot whenever I felt the need. Anyone who knew what to look for could have seen what I was doing. Despite the fact that I wasn't swimming much I was often sat in a damp patch. At times the puddle got quite noticeable as I got lazier about trying to make sure it all went down between the slats. There were people sat quite close, about a metre on either side, but I don't think they noticed a thing. Because we were quite high above the water, at times there was a trickle of pee running down from beneath the pier, which anyone swimming nearby or on one of the tour boats going past could have seen, but I think people don't tend to look out for that kind of thing. As far as I know nobody noticed anything. 

 

For lunch I went to a nearby cafe. This cafe is built on floats on the water, with the same wooden slats for the floor. I was needing to pee again, and felt like trying something naughty. Normally this would be bolder than I dare be. 

 

The chairs were made of a plastic weave. They had weave down the sides as well, but only about halfway to the floor. I chose a table kind of in the corner, so there were only a few people nearby, and moved the cushion off my chair.

Whenever I dared, I would let out a little trickle of pee while I sat there. For a while my trunks and the chair seemed to absorb everything I gave them. As I got bolder and started letting out bigger spurts, it started to run through onto the floor and I started to feel some droplets splashing back onto my feet. I kept on letting out small spurts rather than just letting go completely, partly because I didn't want to get caught and partly because I didn't want to make a mess someone would have to clean up. As nobody continued to notice I felt I could get away with more, and even tried letting a trickle run down my legs while I was queueing at the bar.

 

I stayed there for a couple of drinks after I'd eaten, slowly watering the floor all the time. I expected most of the stuff to run down between the planks like it had before, but unfortunately the way the floor was sloped meant it ran along the planks and puddled a bit (see the image). I think it will have dried quickly though. Again I don't think anybody noticed. It would have been quite easy for somebody to if they'd been looking out for it, but I guess people don't tend to pay attention to what's happening beneath the table. I had fun though imagining other people in the cafe doing the same thing I was. 

 

At another point in the day I hired a kayak to paddle around the canals for an hour. They had toilets at the rental place but I admit I didn't see much need to use them. I wore my trunks still in the kayak, since you get pretty wet. It was the open top kind where every time you paddle you splash a bit of water into the cockpit. Since I was sitting in a puddle anyway, I didn't see any problem with adding to it... It made a pleasant paddle even more relaxing to be able to just let it flow whenever I needed to. I tipped all the water out when I returned it to the rental place, so no harm done to anybody else. 

 

I walked home still wearing trunks. Whenever the path was quiet or I thought I could get away with it, I stopped and peed a bit more. My trunks stayed wet and every time I peed another trickle ran down my legs, never enough to cause a big puddle, just a few drops every so often. 

 

All told, I didn't piss anywhere with plumbing between leaving the hotel around 10 and getting back around 6 (and even when I got back, I gotta admit I still didn't use the toilet, but that's a story I might tell another time... :p )