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Here are just some places I’ve enjoyed peeing before:

1) Through my bathing suit into the sand at the beach, through my bathing suit everywhere at literally every water park and pool I’ve been to, and in the pool while pressing up against a water jet (best feeling ever) I’ve always worn a one piece suit so it’s been easier and way more fun to just keep it on to pee  

2) In the pine straw under the back deck, wetting my pants behind the bushes in the yard, in the woods against a tree, into a creek... a lot of outside peeing with friends

3) With my knees on either side of the sink pissing into it

4) Wetting my pants onto the floor as well as just squatting and pissing on the floor

5) Into towels, blankets, bath mats 

6) While straddling a pillow

those are just a few!

I sat on the couch, watching tv and enjoying the fact that I had a one-bedroom apartment all for myself.  I had drunk 6 bottles of water without using the restroom, but I was prepared for what was about to happen, and I had three towels folded up underneath me to prove it. It had only been a few days since my awakening, but I already knew what feeling I loved the best. My bladder ached and I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. I licked my lips and, in my mind, thanked Lexi for showing me this incredible fetish.

Before I go any further, this is how it all began with Lexi on Saturday. We were laying in the lounge chairs by her pool in our bikinis drinking beers when I became desperate to pee. I was too relaxed to get up and go inside, so I decided to wait it out. Lexi was in the middle of telling me a story about her obnoxious coworker and I didn’t want to interrupt her. Suddenly, Lexi stopped telling her story, sat up in her chair, and look over at me.

“I hope you don’t think this is gross, but I have to pee and usually when I’m out here by myself I just go through my suit while laying here and hose down my chair afterward,” she bit her lip as she confessed to me.

I didn’t immediately respond to her because what she said did something to me. My stomach did a little flip that sent a shockwave down in between my legs. My mouth became dry, and my heart fluttered as I looked at her and said, “Show me.”

For a brief millisecond Lexi looked surprised, but then she smiled and leaned back in her chair. I saw her pee trickle through her chair into the grass below. She spread her legs so that they were wrapped around each side of the lounge chair before she pulled her bikini bottom to one side and tilted her head back as she forcefully sprayed her stream into the chair. Her eyes were closed as she moaned and said, “This… feels… so…” Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a different, softer moan before finishing saying, “amazing.” Maybe it was because I was watching Lexi enjoy relieving herself so much, maybe it was because I had drank four beers and was desperate for a piss, but suddenly I just let go and let my pee pool in my bikini bottoms before spilling into the lounge chair and dripping down into the grass below me.

What I felt was ecstasy. Pee quickly puddled up beneath by legs that I was keeping pressed tightly together, as if I was still trying to hold it all in. My stream was so strong that it ricocheted back against my lips, teasing my clit. “Oh… shit!” I accidentally said that out loud as I fought the urge to completely let myself go and surrender to the orgasmic release that had been building. I looked over at Lexi, who was now laying on her stomach in her chair, pushing out her last bit of pee and rocking herself back and forth, gasping desperately and locking eyes with mine. That’s when I surrendered to the climax and let myself go. My stream ended shortly after, and maybe out of embarrassment or astonishment or both combined, I said goodbye quickly and headed home to contemplate what had just happened.

Fast forward three days, and here I am. Completely transformed. I spread my legs and let a little bit of pee slowly trickle through my panties and leggings and into the towels below me. But I wasn’t as excited about this, having done it the previous day. I decided to remove my panties and leggings and move the towels to the armrest of the couch. I straddled the towels and felt my wet lips graze the fibers from the towel. I leaned forward, about to release my bursting bladder, when the doorbell rang…

To be continued…

This is the third chapter in the Mike and Lexi series.

We had decided to make our lists in private and keep them a secret. It was mostly Lexi’s idea, she said that we should create a list of the top places or ways we would like to watch the other go pee. Once we we’re bursting to go, she said, we tell the other that we can’t hold and they would then tell us where-and how-they would like us to let go. It was quite simple and harmless enough, and I was more than intrigued by her rules.

“Let’s keep our lists a secret from one another,” Lexi had told me as she winked “I love surprises.” She shut the door behind her on her way out, and I was left alone to create my list of where and how I desired to watch her relieve herself. But first, I decided to join her downstairs for some coffee and begin the journey of holding for as long as I possibly could.

A few hours later...

Lexi was the first to burst. We were watching a movie in her bedroom when she looked over at me and said she couldn’t hold it much longer. She was wearing a bikini and sundress, and she was squirming back and forth with her hands between her legs and her legs clasps tightly against her hands. Her eyes were pleading at me, and I knew exactly the place I wanted to see her relieve herself.

“Take off your bikini bottoms,” I commanded her. She winced as she removed her bottoms while desperately holding her bladder. She was now standing up in the middle of the bedroom carpet, bouncing from foot to foot, her bladder about to burst. “Spread your legs now,” I said. I wanted to see her squat and piss into the carpet. Lexi spread her legs apart, and before I could give her any further direction, I immediately saw drops of pee landing on the carpet.

“Oh, shit,” she said loudly with a heavy sigh. A heavy stream of piss shot out from under her dress and onto the carpet between her legs. I watched the puddle grow and she moaned with relief, and I noticed my own bladder aching. I felt my dick grow erect in my swim trunks as I thought about how good it would feel to whip it out and let go into the same puddle that Lexi was creating. Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more turned on, Lexi pulled off her sundress and got down on the carpet on her knees. She had them shoulder width apart, with her feet tucked underneath her, her butt resting on her heels. I could see everything, her pussy was facing right at me. She tossed her head back and moaned loudly as her piss stream splashed into the soaking wet carpet, the puddle spreading well past her knees. At this point, I couldn’t help but stroke my throbbing cock gently over the outside of my trunks. I was awestruck watching how sexy she was pissing into her bedroom carpet completely carefree, as if it were something she did on a daily basis.

I decided I wanted to hold my bladder (and my urge to cum) for a while longer. I couldn’t anticipate the craziness that Lexi would have in store for me when it was my turn to release…

((SORRY it's short and not so detailed, I've been very busy- part 3 will be better))

Those first couple of weeks with Lexi were a thrilling balance between my moral compass saying, “I want to piss everywhere because I’m horny,” and, “What would my aunt think if she came home and saw me with my dick out pissing freely while her daughter watched?” …yes, it was the most exhilarating form of torture.

Lexi knew how to get me going. It was as if she was inside of my mind, sitting behind the wheel that controlled my urges, steering my horny brain in the direction she wanted me to piss. God, during those two weeks I could feel the tension building up to that very conversation we had on my bed.

But first, let me just explain some of those experiences- some of the places that I pissed, and some of the places I watched Lexi piss- leading up to that very conversation…

It started innocently, just me watching her pee through her bikini bottoms into the grass or on the edge of the hot tub. It was never very erotic or explicit, just us going pee in different ways out of pure convenience, at least that’s how it started. Then one day, I asked her to piss like a boy for me. I watched her hover above the toilet bowl, aiming her strong jet of piss straight into the toilet. Her stream started off messy as it sprayed the back of the toilet seat, but very quickly the stream got stronger and shot into the center of the toilet bowl. It even sounded like a guy pissing into the water. From there it escalated quickly, and Lexi wasn’t the only one putting on a show during this time (but I’ll go into those details later...).

We soon began watching each other piss in the sink. That’s when Lexi started to get bolder. How I would piss is fairly self-explanatory- I stood up and aimed my stream toward the drain. Lexi however would take off her bottoms and set each foot on either side of the sink and hover over the sink while she aimed her piss at the drain. Her pussy was pointed at the mirror above the sink-so every time she did this-I would see everything. After that, we got even more comfortable pissing wherever we pleased (once again, I’ll go into those details later...).

Then one morning, I was suddenly startled to wake up and see Lexi hovering over me. Her legs were resting on both sides of my torso, with her ass pressing down on my full morning bladder. Typical Lexi.

“Let’s play a game,” she said as me smiled down at me.

“Good morning to you too,” I replied, my voice deep and groggy with sleep.

“A holding contest,” she ignored my sarcastic comment and continued talking. “We’ll both hold for as long as we can. When we can’t hold it any longer, the other person gets to choose where and how we get to relieve ourselves.”

Lexi was talking faster than my first-thing-in-the-morning-brain could keep up with and I just was beginning to grasp the concept when she said, “we’ll start holding right now, no morning pee! I’m going downstairs to make some coffee.”

She hopped off the bed and began walking out the door when she turned around and said, “start thinking of where you’d like to see me let loose.”

Before I could fully comprehend what happened, she was out of the room. I allowed what she just said to sink in before I gathered my thoughts. After a few minutes I knew the first few places I wanted to watch Lexi desperately let go of her piss.

Little did I know what she had planned for me.

1. Laying down on a pile of towels

2. Through my bathing suit everywhere at the beach... even standing in front of strangers.

3. In my kitchen sink with my ass hanging over the side, also spraying in front of me onto the kitchen floor

4. On the carpet in my closet 

5. Just walking around my apartment soaking my jeans or leggings as I walk 

And much more

The summer after I graduated college change my life forever… I went to University for 4 years and graduated in early May with a degree in Professional Golf Management. I should’ve known having that degree wouldn’t land me many job offers after graduating, especially as a young male without much work experience. Lucky for me, my aunt Hollie offered me a 3-month house sitting job over the summer to help me out while I interviewed for jobs.

The house was in Palm Beach, Florida and my aunt Hollie was letting me live there by myself rent-free as long as I looked after it while she was away backpacking in Europe with her girl friends for 10 weeks. It was a sweet deal! When I arrived that Sunday afternoon in May, I was excited to see the house was just as I remembered as a kid. I walked through the front door and admired the large monstrosity of a home. It was three stories high right on the beach. When you walk in the front door, you’re greeted with shiny tile floors and in the center of the foyer is an area with large tropical plants, some of them growing all the way up to the third floor. The layout reminds me of a modern conservatory, with the second and third floor like a veranda wrapping around the taller plants in the center of the home.

Even though I had visited this place a few times as a kid, I was still awe-stricken when I arrived. I walked past the palmetto bushes and tree trunks in the center of the room and looked around. There were 4 walls that wrapped around the indoor jungle, and a door in the center of each wall- including the front door that I had just walked through. In the far right corner, I saw the grand staircase that led to the second floor. I needed to use the restroom, but I decided to ascend the stairs before figuring out which one of the three doors downstairs was the bathroom. I walked up the and my jaw dropped at the beauty of what I saw.  Through the floor to ceiling windows, I saw the sun setting behind the infinity pool that overlooked the Atlantic ocean. In front of the windows was the dining room table, and to my left- past the palm tree trunks and tops of plants- was the immaculate kitchen that had everything you could dream a kitchen could have. I didn’t notice any doors that would lead to a bathroom so I continued climbing the stairs.

The third floor was the most amazing floor in my opinion. There were 4 bedrooms, one on each of the four walls that had a veranda that wrapped around the tops of the tallest palm trees. I walked into the bedroom closest to the staircase. It was my cousins room as a kid, I remembered as soon as I looked through the doorway. The full size bed was still in the center of the bedroom, with the window on the far side of the room. I exited and walked to the second door. It was the master bedroom. A king size bed sat in the middle of the room and to the right of it was a large opening leading to the master bath. There was a large jacuzzi bath tub next to a glass-door shower with three removable shower heads pointed at the center at the drain. I was so mesmerized by the glamour of the tub and shower, I didn’t notice that there wasn’t a toilet.

The third doorway was my aunt Hollie’s office, I didn’t bother with the doorknob because I remembered she always kept the door locked. And the final door was the laundry room. I vaguely remembered that the bathroom situation was a little different when I would visit as a kid, but I didn’t remember why. All I knew is that I had no go, and I had to go NOW. Without thinking, I pulled out penis and stuck it in between the posts in the balcony on the veranda and released my full bladder onto the tops of the palm trees and other plants two floors below me. It felt so good relieving myself freely in my aunt’s fancy beachfront home, but I was taken by surprise when I heard the front door slam shut down below.

“Mikey!” I heard my younger cousin, Lexi, shout from the ground floor. What was she doing here? I rushed down two flights of stairs and gave her a giant bear hug. I squeezed her petite body against mine and tried not to get excited as I felt her chest press against me. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

We walked up the stairs and out the sliding doors onto the pool deck in the back. When I asked her what she was doing her, she explained that after her first year of college, she realized she wasn’t quite ready for it and her mom had given her a similar offer for the summer months while she figure out what she would do the following Fall semester. We had a few beers and talked for what felt like hours, I didn’t even notice when my bladder began to fill up. I also didn’t notice Lexi squirming in her lounge chair.

“Do you mind if I go pee?” she asked after a while. I shook my head. Why would I care? And anyway, I was curious where the bathroom here was. I couldn’t for the life of me remember. But before I knew what was going on, Lexi had pulled her shorts and panties to the side and suddenly piss was trickling out of her smooth, bare pussy and into the lounge chair below her. I felt my jaw drop and my shorts begin to get tighter around my growing cock. She tossed her head back in relief and pushed the piss out harder. I watched it gush out of her gorgeous pussy and splash onto the concrete below.

“Holy shit,” I said before I realized I was speaking.

“Don’t you remember how we used to do it as kids?” she asked as she licked her lips.

I didn’t remember what she was talking about, but I had a feeling that over the summer she would remind me all about it.

So as I mentioned before, I was almost 21 when I realized the true extent of my family’s naughty peeing habits. It was the summer before my junior year of college when I got an internship near the university that my twin brothers attended. So for those 2 months I went to live with them in the house that they were renting together. It’s a summer I’ll never forget.

I don’t know why, but I arrived with a full bladder the day I moved into my brothers’ home. I guess subconsciously I knew my brothers both enjoyed naughty peeing, and that’s the reason I held it the entire 6-hour car ride there. Cody greeted me at the door when I arrived that June afternoon.

“Hey, sis!” He gave me a big hug and pressed his body against mine, squeezing my bladder in the process.

“Hey Cody!” I looked around the living room and spotted Joshua on the couch. “Hey, Josh!” I added.

“Hey!” He shouted at me, but his eyes stayed on the video game that he was playing on the television. “Hey Cody? I gotta piss…” He said as he continued to play the game.

Cody looked at me and smiled. I was sort of confused but overly excited at the same time. “So…” he began, “sometimes when we’re hanging around the house by ourselves and we need to piss, we just go where we are ‘cause it’s easier, you know, like mom taught us.”

Like mom taught us? I was only halfway listening because behind Cody I could see Joshua inching up his basketball shorts until the tip of his penis was exposed. I watched as the carpet in front of him darkened and his piss arched and splashed into the puddle near his feet. “We have a cleaning lady come once a week for us, so it’s not a big deal,” Cody added.

“I see,” I replied as I watched Josh tuck his penis back into his shorts. “Where will I be staying?”

Cody said he would show me and then he led me down the hall into the master bedroom.

“I thought you might be more comfortable here than in the guest room,” he began. “There’s a king size waterproof bed, unlimited towels in the linen closet, and a large whirlpool bathtub- with jets!”

My ears perked up as I imagined pissing into the bath water; my mound pressed up against the jet and water thrusting against my clit. I released a small amount of my full bladder and felt the hot gush of pee fill my panties, feeling a strange combination of emotions-dirty, hot, shameful, horny.

As if reading my mind, Cody spoke up and said, “How naughty do you feel like getting this summer?” He reached down to his shorts and adjusted his massive erection. I pondered for a minute then responded.

“Before I answer your question, you have to tell me what you meant earlier when you said ‘like mom taught us…’”

To be continued.

This is from the perspective of the character Molly from the Sleepover stories I wrote. Enjoy!

I guess you could say it all started in the backyard when I was a young girl. I grew up with two older twin brothers, Joshua and Cody. Momma would try to take us to the neighborhood pool every day during the summers, but some days she would need to stay at home and take care things around the house. On those days, she’d set up a few sprinklers or a slip’n’slide in the backyard and keep an eye on us through the window. I remember one day the three of us were out there drinking lemonade and chasing each other through the water when I realized I needed to pee. I was too wet to go inside while Momma cleaned so Joshua told me to go through my suit and then run through the sprinklers afterward. So I did what he told me and ever since then I was hooked.

Whenever we went to the pool over the years growing up, I would pee through my suit with Josh. We would either go in the grass, through the chairs, on our towels or on the concrete. It was all so excited and naughty- like our little secret.

One day when we were teenagers we were sitting on the edge of the pool next to  each other, peeing through our suits into the water, when Cody swam up to us.

“You guys are crazy,” he said as he eyed the pee trickling from the crotch of my bathing suit into the water. “It feels so much more amazing to piss in the water.” And then he winked at me and swam away. I was really curious what it would be like to piss in the pool with Cody so I drank a large powerade and waited for the need.

A few hours later, I jumped in the pool and swam up to Cody. “How much better does it feel to pee in the pool, brother?” I asked.

He stayed silent as he looked at me. Slowly, he smiled and I began to feel the water get warm.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said. I was so turned on and bursting to go.

“Well, this might answer it,” he grabbed my hand and put it against his swim trunks. I felt his stiff cock and the warm stream of piss through the water before I quickly pulled my hand away.

“Okay, I see what you mean.” I replied with a smile. I decided I wanted to be alone when I peed in the pool for the first time, so I swam away from where Cody was standing to the other end of the pool where Joshua was still sitting at the edge.

I casually rested my arms on the edge and released my pee into the pool. It was hot as it gushed out of me and into the water, I bit my lip as I was surprised by the different sensation. Pissing in the water through my bathing suit was a completely different feeling for me. I felt my stream so strong inside my bathing suit, hitting against my clit. I could tell by the time I finished peeing that I was close to orgasm. Knowing I couldn’t touch myself in front of people in a public place, I scooted a few inches over to the jet on the side of the pool and pressed my body against it. The powerful torrent of jet water struck my clit and it didn’t take long for me to secretly and silently orgasm- four times that day.    

I was grateful toward my brothers for those experiences, but it wasn’t until two years later, when I was almost 21, that I realized the true extent of my family’s naughty pissing habits…

The Sleepover: Part 4

Molly tells her fantasy…..

“Alright,” Molly began. “My fantasy…”

I adjusted my legs to sit differently, the way Molly had when she was trying to hold her pee, and listened intently to what she was about to reveal.

“My biggest fantasy ever would be to go on a ‘pee getaway’ for couples with Jeremy.” She looked around the room, as if gathering her thoughts. “We would check into a ‘pee resort’ and piss everywhere together! The room, the bed, the pool, the spa! Maybe even meet other couples who enjoy peeing just as much as we do!”

I felt a wet dribble between my legs and at first, I was surprised and thought that I may have started peeing myself, but I quickly realized that I was just a little bit aroused from what Molly was telling me.

“I have to pee so badly that I’m literally dripping with excitement,” I said to her as I spread my legs apart to show her the impact of her fantasy. She smiled and stared at my crotch as I released a small bit of urine. Molly watched as piss slowly trickled down from my throbbing pink lips and continued snaking its way down my inner thigh and onto the rug. I locked eyes with Molly and asked, “where should I let go?”

She grabbed my hand and helped me up from the rug. I followed as she led me down the hallway. I was getting more and more desperate to go.

She turned left into her large laundry room and I immediately felt excitement shoot through my bladder. Her laundry room was the size of a child’s bedroom. In addition to a washer and dryer, it had a large spacious linen closet, a sink, and a door that led into the backyard. I watched as Molly opened the linen closet door and began pulling things off the shelf and onto the laundry room floor. I watched in awe as heaps of blankets, towels, and sheets piled one on top of the other on the floor. Suddenly, I heard a clank of something hard fall against the laminate flooring.

“Aha!” Molly exclaimed as she bent down and picked up a jar from off the floor. She unscrewed the lid and pulled out a joint. “Just what I needed.” I watched as she opened the back door a crack and lit up the joint. She was blowing smoke out the back door when I began to get desperate.

“Uh, is this where you want me to let go?” I asked as I danced back and forth holding my pee in.

Molly didn’t say anything. She just continued puffing on her joint while she bent over and picked up a towel from the floor. She put it in between her legs and stood still, taking in a big drag of weed. I watched her tilt her head back and exhale, blowing her smoke straight up toward the ceiling. I looked at the towel that was stuffed in between her legs and saw it begin to darken right next to her pussy. She was releasing her pee into the towel as she stood up. It got darker and darker as she continued to push her piss into the towel. When she was done she looked at me and said, “I really want to make myself come now, but I think you might be able to help me instead.” I didn’t know what she meant until she walked into the middle of the laundry room and sat down on a pile of blankets. She spread her legs apart and with her index and middle finger she opened up her pussy lips.

“I can see you’re about to burst,” she said. “So I want you to piss on me as hard as you can. Make me come.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I walked over to Molly and she guided me on how to situate my legs. She had my left leg wrapped around her right leg and had me pick up her left leg. She laid back on the blankets and relaxed. My pussy was hanging right above hers. I was so temped to hold her legs tight and rub my already wet pussy lips against her clit until she came, but I knew she wanted me to piss on her clit instead. I relaxed and felt a hot gush of piss start pouring out of me. I felt Molly wiggle beneath me to adjust herself so that my stream was hitting her clit directly. I had been holding for so long that I knew Molly would enjoy herself more than once before I was done pissing. I watched as she smiled and softly moaned while I continued to pee against her pussy uncontrollably.

She was trembling beneath me as I shot a strong torrent of piss straight at her clit. I watched as her hips continued to grind against my stream and she shook, slowly gasping curses under her breath, “I’m…gonna…cuuuuuuum…” Molly screamed as she climaxed, and my piss stream dwindled down to nothing.

After that moment I started to think that Molly wasn’t honest with me about her true fantasy.

Part 3

I had just ordered Molly to soak the rug when she looked at me and said, “I want to keep holding it.”

I looked at her skeptically. “I don’t know if I trust you yet,” I began. “But,” I continued as I started to undress, “we can keep doing the holding contest on three conditions.”

“Anything,” Molly said.

“First, you start drinking this bottle of wine.” I handed her another bottle. “Second, we’ll both hold completely naked.” I stood in front of Molly without any clothes on now. The freeing feeling of being nude made my bladder start to feel even fuller. “And last,” I sat down on the rug and watched Molly’s now naked body as she bounced from side to side holding her bladder. “You’ll do as I say. Starting with joining me on this rug.”

I could tell she was close to bursting even before she sat down on the rug across from me. I watched her sit on her legs uncomfortably, squirming back and forth. Still, she held her bladder and continued to drink her wine.

“What’s your biggest pee fantasy?” I asked after a few minutes.

“What do you mean?” Molly said.

“Clearly we both enjoy doing stuff like this, so tell me if you could do anything pee related what would you do?”

“You tell me yours first,” Molly smiled at me.

“Alright,” I began. “Sometimes I think about how fun it would be to have a get together at my place where I would invite a couple pee-loving girls and for a night we would just show each other the most fun places and naughty ways to pee.” I felt myself begin to get really turned on. “Do you know anyone who would be into that?”

Molly looked just as excited as I was. “I think I may know a girl or two.”

I noticed Molly was still sitting on her legs. She was probably using them to help hold. “Sit like this now,” I ordered as I began to adjust myself and demonstrate how Molly should sit. I pulled my knees up to my chest and then spread my legs, bearing all for Molly to see.

“Oh god,” she said as she mimicked my movements. “I’m about to let go.” She looked like she was in pain as she closed her eyes, “Oh, shit, oh, it’s coming!” I watched as a trickle dribbled out of her and she completely let go, soaking the rug. “Oh, this feels amazing!”

She forcefully peed into the rug for about 20 seconds before she reached her hand to her clit and started vigorously rubbing in circles. I was shocked and turned on by what I was seeing.

“I’m…sorry…I…ahhh…” She pushed out some more pee as she climaxed.

“Wow,” was all I could manage. I was tempted to soak the rug as well, but I knew I could still hold my bladder a bit longer.

“I guess it’s my turn to tell my fantasy now,” Molly said as she sat in her puddle completely naked.

...to be continued

(In a hurry tonight  but wanted to write part 2. It's rushed but I promise part 3 will be amazing!)

Later that night after dinner, Molly and I continued drinking cocktails while watching a movie. After the movie ended, Molly got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. I was feeling pretty buzzed and bold when I said, "So, do you and Jeremy always just pee through your bathing suits when you're down at the pool?" 

Molly walked back into the living room holding a bottle of wine. Her cheeks were red and I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or if she was also feeling buzzed. She opened her mouth and began to apologize and make excuses when I interrupted her.

"I lied," I said. "That definitely wasn't my first time peeing through my bathing suit."

"I know," Molly laughed. "You just wanted to watch me pee, did you?" She teased. I felt my face get hot and I need I was red when Molly's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Oh my God! You like peeing!"

"I don't like peeing, I had just been holding for song long and watching you just helped me go and it felt so good I just couldn't-" I was embarrassed so I started spewing excuses when Molly cut me off.

"It does feel so good, doesn't it?"

Molly flashed me a seductive smile that encouraged me to say, "it was orgasmic."

"Sometimes I like it when Jeremy's gone," Molly began, I didn't know why she was changing the subject away from pee all of a sudden, but I let her continue. "I can just piss whenever and wherever I want, and he'll never know."

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. "Really? Wherever you want?"

"Yeah, he's usually deployed for months at a time so I always get everything cleaned at least a few times before he comes home. So...." She uncorked the bottle of wine and handed me a glass. "Are you ok with that tonight?" She asked.

I had never been more excited in my life. "Let's have a holding contest!" 

"A holding contest?" She looked confused.

"Yes!" I replied. "No bathrooms tonight. We'll drink this bottle of wine and hold until we need to go and when we can't hold anymore we'll have to go wherever we're standing!"

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/3 hours and 2 bottles of wine later/

I have a very strong bladder, but I was close to bursting. Which meant Molly should've had to go pee at least an hour prior to that. She was sitting on the couch comfortably leaning back with her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was too relaxed for someone who should've been desperate to pee.

"Did you pee already?" I asked in an accusatory tone.

Molly's delayed response was a good enough answer for me. But she spoke up and said "I didn't fully pee... I've just been letting out tiny bits of pee into the couch cushion but I swear I still have to go!" She stood up and I could see a dark patch on her shorts and a small dark spot on the couch. 

"You still have to pee badly?" I asked and she nodded. "Since you cheated in the contest, you have to do everything I tell you to."

"Okay," Molly smiled at the thought.

"Take off your clothes."

Molly obeyed. 

I looked around the living room and eyed the area rug. "Sit on that rug and soak it in your piss," I demanded.

To be continued........

Decided to start a series. This is the first of many encounters between Kristin and Molly.

Although I’ve known Molly since the 6^th grade, it wasn’t until we were adults that we became good friends. After a few years away at school, I decided to move back to my hometown to look for a job. I ran into her at the store over the summer and we got to talking and she shared with me that her husband, Jeremy, was getting deployed overseas that August and would be gone for 6 months. Molly and I went on coffee dates together throughout the summer and went the time came for Jeremy to leave, Molly asked if I would come over for a “girl’s night in” sleepover to keep her company that first weekend that he was gone. That’s when everything changed.

It was late August, and I arrived at Molly’s house that Saturday afternoon around 2:00.

“Kristin, it’s so good to see you!” Molly greeted me at the door with a hug. She was wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit and her wet hair was tied up on top of her head. “We’re out back by the pool.”

“We?” I asked.

“Oh,” Molly smiled at me. “I forgot to tell you, I also invited my coworker Bridgette. She’s really cool and I think you two will get along.”

I shrugged. “The more the merrier!” This was about keeping Molly company after all.

We swam for hours in the pool, splashing around and drinking cocktails. I had to use the restroom, but I have a really strong bladder, so I held it for a few hours. Once I was starting to feel the pressure, Bridgette spoke up and said that she had leave soon in order to get home in time for dinner with her family. In that moment I realized that I would be the only was spending the night.

“I really have to pee,” Bridgette said as she swam across the pool, glancing over Molly.

“You know the rules!” Molly replied with a smile.

Bridgette reached the edge and stepped out of the pool. She was dripping wet as she stood beside her chair giving Molly a weird look. “Does Kristin know about the rules?”

I shook my head. I felt a twinge in my bladder, and I became excited.

“Jeremy hates it when people pee in pools,” Molly explained to me. “So, whenever we have to go, we get out of the pool.” I looked at the stone pathway from the pool up to Molly’s house. It definitely wasn’t a short walk. Molly noticed me noticing how far away the closest bathroom was, and she gave devious grin and a shrug. “We usually just go through our bathing suits beside the pool. The sprinklers wash everything away at night and it’s so much easier than drying off and walking up to the house,” Molly looked at me to gauge my feelings toward what she had just revealed. I tried not to look too excited, but when I glanced over at Bridgette, I saw her standing with her legs spread, hands on her hips, and a stream of pee pouring out from her bikini bottoms. I couldn’t help myself from speaking out.

“Oh shit!” I gasped. I was kind of surprised by what I saw, and even more surprised by how turned on I felt.

Bridgette tossed her head back and closed her eyes. “Oh god,” she moaned. “I’ve been holding that for hours!” Her flow slowly dwindled and when she was completely empty, she wrapped her towel around her and waved us goodbye.

“Bye ladies! Don’t have too much fun,” she winked at us and then walked up the path to where her car was parked.

“I’m sorry if that freaked you out,” Molly began. “It’s just more convenient to do pee through our suites down here.”

“I’m not freaked out,” I said. But I left it at that. I didn’t mention how horny I was and how desperate I was getting to pee. We had a few more cocktails and continued to swim, but soon it became darker out and I was close to bursting. “Hey, Molly?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“It just hit me, I really have to pee,” I said and I started to climb out of the pool. “But I don’t think I can make it up to the house first.” I looked around on both sides of her backyard and saw her neighbors to the right through their kitchen window. Their blinds were up and their lights were on and I was afraid they might see me if I went right out in the open. Molly noticed me noticing her neighbors.

“Come on,” she said. “I have a spot we can go.” She hopped out of the pool and lead me down to a row of tall bushes behind the diving board. “No one can see behind these.”

“I’m still nervous,” I said. “I’ve never done this before.” That was a lie. But Molly didn’t need to know that.

“Don’t be,” she replied as she stepped further behind the row of bushes and closer to me. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.” She closed her eyes and I saw pee slowly start to trickle out of her one-piece. “Ah, and it feels so good.” She looked like she was really enjoying herself as piss cascaded down her legs.

I couldn’t hold it any longer so I let go. Hot pee began to fill my bikini bottoms and soon it was gushing out in a powerful stream in front of me. “oh…shit…” I moaned. It felt too good.

I opened my eyes and saw Molly pull her one-piece to the side and squat down. Her bare pussy pulsated and she pushed out the last spirts of piss into the dirt. “God, I was holding that for hours.” She stood up and smiled at me. “Still want to stay the night?” She asked.

“Of course,” I replied as I cut myself off in the middle of my piss. I doubted that would be the last time that I would pee with Molly that night.

To be continued…