Lucy - Chapter Five - Confessions

[gldenwetgoose 20,508]

So folks, here's the next instalment in Lucy's (and Steve's) journey of discovery.   As I've mentioned previously, just a hint of autobiography going on - wildly exaggerated unfortunately. I'm not that lucky in real life.

In case you haven't seen the earlier chapters, they will set the scene a bit.  I missed the opportunity to number them clearly but check them out:

     Lucy - Learning to Lose Control...  Contains the prequel and chapters 1-3

     Lucy - Testing The Waters... Contains chapter 4

 

Chapter Five - Confessions

“Hey Sleepyhead, don’t you fall asleep on me!”   Steve felt a delicate touch of fingernails against his balls and murmured in delight as the fingertips moved onto the base of his penis. He turned his head on the pillow to see Lucy smiling and looking at him across her double bed, her face lit up by the afternoon sunshine.

Steve still couldn’t believe all this was happening. A shy awkward 18 year old, it was barely four weeks since he’d fallen head over heels in love with this amazing 23 year old. She seemed amazing to him at least. Others seemed to pass her off as a bit plain, but she was the first girl to really show an interest in him.

The truth was that she had picked him out and made it her mission to seduce him. Subconsciously he had been aware of that, but it didn’t matter. Their first encounter when they’d briefly kissed in the cold night air had been amazing, before Lucy had teased him, leaving him rooted to the spot with the words “I’ve really got to go…” echoing around his head.  Since then they’d spent as much time together as they possibly could like a couple of youngsters in love. They’d also spent as much time naked as they could, exploring each other just as they had this afternoon.

Steve rolled onto his side to face Lucy, still enthralled by the feel of her gentle fingertips. He ran his finger down her body under the thick white duvet, starting at her large breasts and working downwards. As he reached her tummy Lucy gave a little shiver and giggled “Oooh, that tickles”.  As he reaching her thick pubic hair, Lucy parted her legs slightly, allowing Steve to move his hand downwards to stroke her lady parts, parting her hair with his fingers before pushing apart her lips and gently stroking her clitoris for the second time in an hour. “Mmmm, he’s learning well” she thought to herself.

“I don’t want you to stop” she whispered, “but I need a wee and if you carry on I’ll probably wet the bed”

“Is that speaking from experience?” Steve replied slightly cheekily. She couldn’t tell if he was asking in innocence or teasing her.

“No, of course I’ve never wet the bed. What sort of girl do you think I am? I can control my body. Anyway, I’m not that desperate yet.”

Steve seemed to be pacified with her answer and moved his hand obediently onto her hip. Then after a moment he asked “Do you get desperate often?”

“Doesn’t everybody?” she said.  Her mind flicked over the times when she’d been in need. The most desperate had of course been the night of their first kiss when she’d barely made it home in time and had nearly disgraced herself in her motorbike leathers. Since that night though she’d actually been quite enjoying the feeling of a full bladder, not to mention planning and executing it’s timely release.

“So what’s the most desperate you’ve ever been?” Steve asked.

“Oh, I don’t know” she said trying to play down his question. She wasn’t ready to share her guilty secret yet. “I’ve arrived home pretty desperate quite a few times” she explained. “Some pubs have pretty disgusting toilets, so sometimes it’s better for a girl just to wait. There’ve been a couple of times when I’ve been out on the motorbike and I’ve been bursting. I guess those would be the most desperate, maybe a seven or an eight.”

“What’s do you mean?” asked Steve. “It’s a scale I’ve made up.” she explained “A one is not needing to go at all and ten would be, well actually having an accident.  Anyway, why all the questions? All I said was I needed a wee. Do you really find it that interesting?”

Steve stammered in reply and felt his face flush as he tried to play down his interest.  “Well it’s just that the whole business of going to the loo seems so erm… what’s the word, demure?, girls private parts seem so much more, erm, intriguing than our bits - for one being so carefully hidden away.  Blokes just whack it out and let fly on any old wall or tree, but I mean, how is it for a girl?”

Steve hoped his explanation sounded like idle curiosity, but he’d forgotten about Lucy’s fingers still resting on his now very hard penis. She hadn’t overlooked the way it had stood to attention as he’d asked his questions.  Lucy decided to play along for a while and see if her theory was right.

“I suppose you’re right” she said, “But we girls can still wee without having to sit on a toilet you know. There are some girls that wee and I suppose there are some unfortunates that wet.  I like to be in control and if I need to pee then I will, I’m really not into the idea of wetting myself.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t need to sit on a toilet’?”

“Well, lets say I couldn’t get to a toilet, well there’s no reason why I couldn’t find somewhere to go at least. It wouldn’t be the first time. Girls wee all the time, it’s just that we’re good at keeping it secret. You could be walking home from a night out and there could be a girl having a pee a few yards from you, it’s just that she wouldn’t usually do it in broad daylight.”

“Have you ever been caught?” he asked.

“I did once” she replied, “when I was about eighteen the loo at my Saturday job was disgusting, so I used to hold it all day and then always got home absolutely bursting. One day I forgot my keys and was locked out. I really thought I was going to have a huge accident in my panties.”  This was all true, although Lucy saw no harm in embellishing her tales a little for dramatic effect. Lucy paused for a moment for effect and blinked away imaginary tears.

“So, I decided I had no choice but I was just going to have to do it in the back garden. I pulled my knickers down and was having a wee on the lawn. It felt sooooo amazingly good.  The only thing was, Jenny my best friend next door caught me in the act.”  A bit of exaggeration wasn’t going to do any harm.

Steve had a glowing rose-tinted mental picture of Lucy the desperate college girl biting her lip, then gasping and releasing her golden flood whilst her friend watched on.

“And have you ever watched another girl pee” he asked.

By now Lucy was pretty sure her theory was right, that Steve was finding all this talk of desperation and release very exciting.

To be honest he wasn’t the only one. She wondered why she’d never found it so arousing before. Lucy herself at that moment had to pee pretty badly. She was still well under control but had a definite ache in her bladder. It would feel so good to be able to release all that pee later. Not yet though, she was enjoying the feelings of arousal partly from recalling all these naughty incidents and also the fact she was lying in bed with the naked Steve.

“The weird thing is it was me watching Jenny” she replied. “We’d been best mates forever, it’s not like we were lesbians or anything.

You’d like Jenny, she was much skinnier than I was and had really long gorgeous legs.  Really smart too. She only had little boobs though, she could get away without a bra.

It was a few months after that. We were both in the same sets at college and we’d finished for study leave before our A Levels. It was really warm that year and we decided to do outdoor revision together. Went a few times to the meadow, you know the huge bit at the far end of the park. We used to take our bikes and find a deserted bit of grass to sit in as far from everyone else as we could get. Mostly we used to revise but sometimes we’d get bored and do other stuff too. It was there that I first found out Jenny smoked. I tried it but never carried on, Jenny used to do it all the time though. We’d mess about like daring each other to do stuff like taking our bras off.

One day Jenny sneaked out a full bottle of vodka with her and a big bottle of coke. We were only young, so we didn’t realise how strong we were mixing it.  Anyway, after the best part of half a bottle each we were both really pissed and the revision got a bit forgotten about.

We both had vests and short skirts on but not much else. We were surrounded by long grass and nobody else nearby, just us messing about and having a laugh. We were giggling at loads of stupid stuff. Then Jenny looked at me and said ‘I can see your knickers’ and we giggled even more.”  Lucy wondered if her hint of a little bit of lesbian action would also turn Steve on. Lucy wasn’t a lesbian, but there was no harm in playing.

Lucy continued to recall her story. “I told her ‘Stop making me laugh, you’re making me want a wee’. I did really need to go badly. We hadn’t been for hours. Then she pointed out there were no toilets for miles and the ones at the other side of the park were probably locked. ‘Actually, I’m actually bursting for the loo too’ Jenny said. She was holding herself with both hands like she was about to burst.

‘Tell you what’ Jenny said, ‘Let's take our knickers off!’  Then I couldn't believe what Jenny did next. She just quickly whipped her stripy cotton panties off and sat cross-legged again like it was the most natural thing too do. I was a bit stunned and not expecting that at all, but we’ve grown up together and had sleep overs and everything, so it’s not like I haven’t seen her flower before. She was teasing me about being a big wuss and told me neither of us could go to the toilet until I took my panties off. I was still absolutely desperate to go, so in the end I took mine off too and put them in my bag.”

“Then what?” said Steve, heart now racing.

“We sat there cross legged facing each other feeling the breeze, Jenny carried on messing about and laughing. She was saying stuff like ‘Oh, it just winked at me.’. Then she pulled her skirt up around her waist and said ‘Watch this.’  The she lay on her back with her knees bent and slightly apart. A couple of seconds later this stream of yellow pee came out of her pussy in a curve and hit the grass between her feet. It just carried on spraying out, a rough stream that soaked into the grass in front of her.

Somehow because of all the vodka that seemed really funny. I started giggling and she was giggling and then I couldn’t stop laughing at her. I suddenly realised that I was so busy laughing that I was weeing as well. Just two girls, sat in the grass with their legs spread, literally pissing themselves laughing. In my case it just sort of dribbled out, it ran down and wet the grass under my bum. Lucky I'd taken my knickers off.”

At his point, Lucy was a hundred percent convinced that this was a huge turn on for Steve, but she wasn’t ready to admit what it was doing to her.

Steve was still trying to maintain an air of innocence, “Jenny sounds crazy” he said.

“Oh she was, she was wild.” Lucy replied, “Well still is really. She’s got a really good job now. She’s a Junior Clinical Psychologist and earns a fortune. We’re still really good friends though. It was Jenny I went out with a couple of weeks ago, you know that girly cabaret meal I went to in town?  Weird how I ended up watching her have a wee then too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and Becky and Tracey too as it happens. All three girls having a pee together. I was driving them home from town so I was on soft drinks, but they must have had nearly a bottle of Prosecco each as well as God knows how many cocktails, they were well pissed by the time we left.

The traffic was bad getting out of town, it took ages to do the first bit of the journey. They were giggling and singing all the way home, then somebody said ‘Are we nearly there, I could really do with a wee’. That was it, they all started and we realised together that none of us had been to the toilet before we left. Everyone was having a bit of a giggle, all trying to decide who needed a wee most badly and who could hold the longest.

Jenny was sat in the passenger seat next to me and I could see her every time we went under a streetlight she was squirming about and holding herself. Tracey in the back was constantly shouting ‘Oh my God, I’m bursting, I swear I’m going to burst’ - she’s the loud one who’s always got something to say and then there was Becky, she’s the quiet mousy one, she was just quietly sitting crossing and uncrossing her legs and rocking backwards and forwards. I was just hoping I could get to the first of their houses quickly. I didn’t fancy any of them wetting themselves in my car.

It was quite funny watching them though, they were all drunk and I was laughing at them all.  Jenny looked round to see how the two in the back were doing and then suddenly looked at me very seriously and quietly but firmly said ‘I think you’d better stop the car NOW’.

We were just coming to some farm track so I sort of screeched to a stop across this entrance. Jenny flung her door open and jumped out, unbuckling the belt on her smart white jeans as quick as she could. She unzipped them and threw them down to her knees along with her silk panties and squatted down, facing right at me into the car and before she squatted she started to pee a massive stream onto the road. The door was still open and the interior light was on, so I could see the pee shooting out of her slit. She’s got a really neatly trimmed black landing strip, not all bushy like mine.   All I could hear was this massive hissing noise and her sighing really loudly. She sounded like she was going to have an orgasm or something.

Poor Becky I think only had chance to swing her legs out of the back door and scoot her bum to the edge of the seat before she lost it. She might even have been leaking before that.  At least she was wearing a skirt, but she just completely flooded her knickers. All her pee was running down inside her skirt and splattering as it hit the road.

Tracey was the funniest though, she’s always the loud show off and a bit common if you ask me. She got out of the other side and went to the front of the car. She stood right in front of my headlights with her legs apart and shouted ‘watch this girls’, then pulled her dress right up to her boobs. She didn’t have any knickers on the dirty cow, I don’t know if she took them off in the car or at the restaurant. Maybe she hadn’t worn any all night. She just stood there and pissed for ages. We all howled laughing. Jenny nearly shot her pee into the car and I nearly pissed myself laughing in the driving seat.

Eventually they all finished, Becky took off her soggy wet knickers and hung them on the farmer’s signpost - at least she could laugh about wetting herself.”

“And what about you? Didn’t you go?” Asked Steve.

“I thought I'd just wait, but by the time I got home I was really desperate” replied Lucy. “I’d been drinking lemonade all night and it had all gone right through me. It was such a relief when I finally got home.”

“I bet it felt great to finally get to a toilet” said Steve, trying to coax out a bit more of the story.

“Oh yes, well it would have done….”  Lucy leaned forwards and whispered in Steve’s ear, “But I didn’t actually make it…”

Upon hearing that confession, Steve very nearly involuntarily came, and to be fair Lucy wasn’t too far behind. She was relishing the memory of what had happened as she arrived home, but she was only going to tell Steve the censored version and not the full details.

She wasn’t telling Steve quite how desperate yet excited she’d felt as she parked the car in the cobbled alley at the rear of the terraced house she shared with her brother. She didn’t tell Steve how she had her hand rammed between her legs pressing on her pee hole through her red dress, black tights and panties whilst she’d driven home from dropping off the relieved girls.

“I thought you said you’d never wet yourself?” he asked.

“I wasn’t lying, I’ve never had an accident” said Lucy, “It’s just didn’t actually make it to the loo because my pain of a brother was having a shower. I could see the light on and hear the water flowing down the drainpipe.”

“So what did you do?”

“Well I stood for a minute or two weighing up the options. I was bursting and had to shove both hands between my legs. Then I squatted down, pulled my knickers down and did a massive wee-wee outside the back door. You wouldn’t believe how good it felt to pee out all that lemonade.”

At this point Steve was in ecstasy - this girl, five years older than he was, who’d noticed him in the crowd, had seduced and kissed him, was making love to him at every opportunity, could she be any more perfect? Now she was describing all the details of her desperation and her bathroom exploits for him, not to mention those of her friends.  On top of that, he found her simple language a turn-on in itself. Words like ‘tinkle’, ’wee-wee’ and ‘pee’ and phrases like ‘bursting for a wee’ and ‘I’m really desperate for the loo’ were just so hot.

Lucy was in ecstasy herself just remembering how good her hands between her legs had felt. She hadn’t cared that her bathroom was in use. She had stood in the darkest corner and pulled up her long floaty scarlet dress, bunching it up around her waist over one arm. Then she’d pulled down her black tights so quickly she ripped them and wriggled down her black lacy panties. The cold air had felt so good against her now bare legs, bum and pussy.

She’d quickly squatted down just like Jenny had done 45 minutes earlier. Had it really been 45 minutes, no wonder she was desperate. She was also very turned on. She couldn't really explain it, but there had been something very arousing about all being desperate together and then hearing and seeing their very different releases, especially Jenny’s. She thought about Becky wetting herself and then thought about her own vibrator induced full bladder pee-gasm experiment of a week or so earlier.

Another memory flashed into Lucy's mind, how on arriving home and making it into the back yard, in the darkness underneath the stars and naked from the waist down, Lucy had reached down with her free hand and started to massage her aching pee hole and clitoris. She’d let her fingers gently tickle the most sensitive spots of her private parts in a way that made her shiver and fight to hold her pee in even more tightly. Then she had started to rub harder and more quickly. Frantically rubbing her fingers up and down between the lips of her pussy, tickling her clitoris with every stroke.

Then Lucy had gradually relaxed her hold on her bladder. She’d felt her hot pee start to flow forcefully over her fingers and splash against her thighs. The hot liquid added to the lubrication and before she knew it Lucy felt the increasing jolts of an orgasm taking hold. As each jolt hit, her steady strong flow of urine had pulsed and spurted more with each successive wave of pleasure. Quicker than she imagined the mother-wave of pleasure hit her, Lucy had released her fingers from their work and without thinking thrust her hand into her mouth to suppress the scream of her full-on orgasm. With that her pee had continued unabated and she’d gradually got her breath back, with her urine still steadily flowing from her bladder onto the paving slabs beneath her. Eventually it had slowed to a trickle, then drips. Lucy used her already wet hand to rub away the last few drips from her thick brown pubic curls and then had licked her fingers, tasting her diluted sweet but ever-so slightly salty urine.

Right at that precise moment Lucy’s mind snapped back from her memories to her present situation, lying in her double bed in the middle of the afternoon, acutely aware that Steve’s fingertips were again reaching down to her pubic mound. As fantastic as it felt, it really wasn’t what she needed at that precise moment.

“I’ve really got to go… I so, so need a wee” she whispered to Steve and then jumped out of bed, still naked, padding across to the door and across the landing to the bathroom. He heard her lift the toilet seat with no sign of the bathroom door clicking shut. Then as he listened carefully Steve heard the loud hiss of her flow for nearly a minute, the loud spatter of her pee hitting porcelain followed by the sounds of liquid falling into liquid. That and loud sighs of contentment. Very loud sighs.

 

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[MidoriLemonade85 2,001]

Nice story and such a satisfying build up of their relationship and getting to know each other, and being vulnerable. 
 

My favourite bit was:

“Upon hearing that confession, Steve very nearly involuntarily came, and to be fair Lucy wasn’t too far behind.”

And of course the talk about peeing out the lemonade!

It is interesting how the noise, the hiss is such a turn on for people. As a woman it is just an everyday thing for me, but I guess for guys it would be rather an exotic sound. The sound of pee hitting a surface is nice too. 
 

I look forward to seeing their relationship develop further. 

[oliver2 3,980]

5 minutes ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

“Upon hearing that confession, Steve very nearly involuntarily came, and to be fair Lucy wasn’t too far behind.”

Ah, pegging. (Wait, what?)

(Don’t mind me, I’m just adding innuendo)

[MidoriLemonade85 2,001]

23 minutes ago, oliver2 said:

Ah, pegging. (Wait, what?)

(Don’t mind me, I’m just adding innuendo)

I learn all kinds of things from this site!! Never heard that one before.