Best Friend

[Darkguy 345]

This one's a bit shorter than my usual stories, but I'm pretty happy with it. I'm probably going to work on the next Amazon Mom chapter soon. I hope you enjoy my story!

 

As a musician once said, what you’ve been looking for has been here the whole time. It wasn’t until I returned for college that I realized I had feelings for my best friend Elizabeth. However, realizing I had feelings for her was just the beginning.

We’d known each other since we were children. She lived a few houses down from me. We used to walk over and visit each other all the time. Our houses were on the edge of a forest, which had a small creek we turning into our own paradise. I couldn’t count the number of days we spent just splashing through those waters. I could talk to Elizabeth about anything; the same was true for her.

We both saw other people while we were friends. Mostly I was only in it for the sex. Who can blame me? I was a horny teenager. I never really cared about any of the girls I was with. I thought I did, but when I think back, it was all pretty meaningless.

We went to separate colleges, but we kept in contact. We spent a lot of time together during the summers. I had a few more girlfriends, nothing that lasted more than a year. It wasn’t long after I finished my undergraduate I got the call.

Elizabeth had been seeing one guy for a couple years. The way she talked about him it sounded pretty serious. Well, she called me at three a.m. to tell me he had been cheating on her for almost a year. She had just found out. I could tell she was devastated. She was still at her college, but I hopped in my car and drove to see her immediately.

I helped her clear her things out of their apartment, then I drove her home. I spent the next few days trying to cheer her up. I don’t know why it happened exactly, but one evening I was looking at her and it all just snapped into focus. I realized what I’d been missing.

Well, one thing led to another and we ended up getting together. The sex was great, the chemistry was there. We were the perfect couple. We dated for a month before we started opening up about our more extreme sexual desires. We sat down in the living room and just began to talk. We’d always shared secrets, but there are some things we hadn’t revealed yet.

Elizabeth admitted her last boyfriend had gotten her into exhibitionism. She loved getting naked in public and she didn’t care who saw. There were a few other fetishes that turned her on, like being eaten out, but that was the big one.

Then it was my turn to share. It was the beginning of a memory I will never forget.

We were both sitting on the same couch, both wearing metal shirts and jeans. Elizabeth had just finished telling me how she liked to be on top.

I should explain what Elizabeth looks like. She’s five foot four with brown hair and freckles. She doesn’t have a lot upstairs, but she has a great ass. She goes to the gym several times a week so her figure is lovely. She has big blue eyes and a radiant smile I can’t get enough of. She fits the figure of the girl next door perfectly.

“Your turn!” said Elizabeth.

I told her about a few minor fantasies of mine. I made sure to tell her I thought her exhibitionism was hot. Elizabeth kept pressing me.

“You’re holding something back.” she stated. She could read me like a book.

“It’s pretty weird.” I admitted.

Elizabeth laughed. God I love it when she does that. “Nothing will surprise me.”

I hesitated. Was this the right moment? Would it screw things up? I swallowed hard. My decision was made.

“I’m into peeing.” I admitted.

“Oh.” said Elizabeth. “Well, I figured as much.”

“Huh?” was all my dumb brain could muster.

“Remember back at Daniel’s birthday party?” she explained. “I told you I peed in the pool and you couldn’t take your eyes off me. Your dick got really hard.”

“You remember that?” I managed.

It was back in the twelfth grade. We’d gone to one of our friend’s birthdays. The whole house was packed; the bathrooms were full. I was hanging out with Elizabeth in the pool. She was fidgeting around and I asked her what was wrong. She told me there was a huge line for the bathroom and she couldn’t wait. Her only option was to pee in the pool. I watched her crotch as a faint yellow cloud formed around it. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life. I’d already been into peeing before then, but if I hadn’t, I think it would have changed that day.

“It stuck with me.” stated Elizabeth.

We chatted for a while before Elizabeth started fidgeting. I couldn’t help but focus my eyes on her crotch.

“I have to pee.” she said.

“I can see that.”

“I thought we could try one of your fetishes, later we can try some of mine.” explained Elizabeth. “Want to watch me?”

“Of course.” I replied. This was a dream come true.

Elizabeth started leading me towards the bathroom. I had to stop her.

“As great as it would be to see you go in the bathroom. It’s way hotter if you pee on something naughty.” I said. “Would that be okay?”

Elizabeth bit her lip. “Sure. What were you thinking?”

I held up my hands. “Wait here a moment.”

I turned and sprinted up the stairs. Elizabeth called out behind me. “Don’t take too long! I might piss all over your floor” That stiffened my cock even harder.

I ran up to the attic and started searching for something Elizabeth could use. It couldn’t be something boring. I’d never had a girlfriend willing to pee for me before. I had to make it count. Finally I found something. It took a second for me to decide if it was worth it. I figured I wanted to see her Elizabeth on what I had more than I cared about it. I brought it downstairs with me. Elizabeth was bouncing up and down at the bottom of the stairs. I showed her my prize.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Mr. Bunster! I can’t pee on that!”

I was holding my favourite childhood stuffed animal. A rabbit in a tuxedo I had carried around with me for years. Eventually my mother had put a stop to that, but he had a place on my bed until I left for college.

“It’s my toy.” I stated. “Come on. It would be so hot.”

“But he’ll be ruined.” replied Elizabeth.

“We’ll find another use for him.” I said.

Elizabeth looked reluctant, but she took Mr. Bunster from me. We walked into the bathroom together with our victim in tow.

“God, I remember you used to go everywhere with this thing.” said Elizabeth. She had a wistful look on her face. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“I’m sure.” I assured her.

Elizabeth shrugged. She set Mr. Bunster down in the bathtub. She fidgeted for a second before she took her pants off. I admired the way her tight rump looked when she stepped into the tub. Elizabeth squatted down over Mr. Bunster. I got in close so I could see.

Nothing happened for a moment. Elizabeth had a look of concentration on her face. “I’m trying, but it’s hard.” she stated. “I really have to go; it’s just not coming out. I’ve never peed like this in front of someone.”

“You’ll manage.” I assured her. “What about the pool?”

“I wasn’t doing that to turn you on.” said Elizabeth. “Besides, peeing in the pool is easy.”

I didn’t have a good response to that.

“Remember when we used to have tea parties with our stuffed animals?” asked Elizabeth. “You had Mr. Bunster and I had Timmy the Teddy.”

“I remember.” I replied.

We made a bit of small talk while Elizabeth tried to pee. Knowing Elizabeth was attempting to urinate on my childhood stuffed animal while she chatted with me was exhilarating. She was reminiscing about the past when it happened.

A spurt of piss shot out of Elizabeth’s pussy onto Mr. Bunster’s tuxedo. The fabric greedily absorbed the liquid.

Elizabeth cut off from what she had been saying. “Oh my god, it’s coming!” she cried.

Elizabeth released another stream of pee. Some of it splashed on to Mr. Bunster, but most of it hit the bathtub floor in front of him. Elizabeth pushed him up so he would receive a more direct stream. Her piss began to spray out in a steady flow. My girlfriends piss was blasting directly over Mr. Bunster’s face. His fur grew sodden under the deluge.

Elizabeth laughed as she directed her piss over Mr. Bunster’s head and body. “I can’t believe I’m pissing on your stuffed bunny!” she exclaimed. “I’m soaking him!”

“Fuck yes you are.” I said. I got my cock out and started stroking it as I watched.

“This feels so good.” sighed Elizabeth.

She must have really had to go, because her piss showed no signs of slowing down. Her stream splattered off Mr. Bunster and hit the sides of the tub. Elizabeth’s piss had fully soaked through the stuffed bunny at this point. Streams of pee dripped off his soaked fur.

“He’s going to be destroyed.” stated Elizabeth.

I was nearing a climax as I watched her ruin my stuffed animal. Her piss was finally beginning to weaken. She must have peed for at least forty seconds. I didn’t know how such a small girl could have such a huge bladder. Elisabeth’s stream died down, but she kept squatting over Mr. Bunster for a few more moments. She spurted another short burst of pee onto him, then started shaking her ass up and down. I came with a load gasp.

“Pass me some toilet paper.” she said.

I shook my head. “No need.”

I stepped into the tub and got down on my knees. Elizabeth stood up so I could start eating her out. I licked the piss off her legs and pussy before I went in. Elizabeth started moaning as I stuck my tongue into her pissy pussy.

Her piss was salty and delicious. When combined with her juices it was intoxicating. I dug into her until she loudly orgasmed.

We both knelt in the piss filled bathtub, panting with exertion. Elizabeth looked at Mr. Bunster’s sodden form.

“What are we going to do with him?” she asked.

“Forget about him.” I stated.

I grabbed Elizabeth by the hand and pulled her into the bedroom. We screwed like rabbits all night.

It wasn’t the last experience I had with Elizabeth, but our first experiment with pissing will always hold a place in my heart.