At University Pt 3: Club Night

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

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.

[wetwulf 3,324]

This just keeps getting better and better. Your stories are always worth the wait @BeneathMyWillow. I hope we see more of this crew and more of Kim.

[Lutab 1,052]

Wonderful story. I look forward to hearing how it goes with Kim :)

[whiskey35 306]

Great story @BeneathMyWillow looking forward to the next installment.🙂

[-Z. 333]

This story line honestly keeps getting better. I long for part 4!

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Glad you folks enjoyed it! Find part 4 here https://peefans.com/topic/13959-at-university-pt-4-lectures/

[lesley 1,122]

Great story - so well written - I enjoyed... a lot...!