Wilma's house party

[paatujo 191]

[contains female desperation and toilet peeing, and both male and female naughty peeing]

 

Wilma's house party

Laura drained her glass of punch. Perhaps it was even too good, this would probably get her wasted very easily if she wasn't careful. She then got up from her seat in the living room, making her way towards the kitchen and realising that the drink was already effecting her steps. Wilma, whose apartment this was, was standing in the hallway next to the kitchen chatting with a short brunette unknown to Laura. "Hey Wilma, what's in that punch?" interrupted Laura. "Not telling, just secret ingredients" laughed Wilma and introduced the brunette as Natalie. They exchanged a few words of small talk, until Laura excused herself to continue towards the kitchen. It was quite crowded, but she was able to make her way to the fridge and grab a cider. This was a refreshing change to the punch she'd been drinking. Most of the people in the kitchen were more or less unknown to her, and she zigzagged her way back into the living room. A freezing breeze cooled the room as some girls opened the balcony door to go for a smoke. "Hey, would you mind not using the balcony much? It's fucking cold in here now!", somebody yelled over the music. A small group had gathered close together on the balcony, and judging by how fast their cigarettes were burning, they weren't very comfortable out in the cold. The coldness reminded Laura about her bladder beginning to fill, and she sipped on her cider while joining the bathroom line. 

There were four girls in front of Laura. First in line was Natalie, with whom she'd chatted a little earlier. Natalie didn't look visibly desperate, but the two girls behind her did. Laura couldn't recall either's name, but she'd seen them at university so they probably knew Wilma from the same circles as she did. Both were constantly squirming around, babbling on about how they had to pee, how the line was too slow and how much fun the party was. Last in the line was Emily, who was a good friend of Laura. The two of them quickly engaged in a conversation about what might be in the punch. The topic then went on to what fruit juices are best, what varieties of oranges they liked, where they could order food from, and if or not pineapple is an acceptable pizza topping. While they chatted, the line had moved on and Natalie was now in with the two desperate girls. Soon enough, the door opened and the three of them came out, just as Laura drank the last of her cider. Her bladder was quite full already, and she was happy to get relief.

"You want the toilet?" asked Emily as they stepped in. Laura was closer to the seat and accepted, pulling down her jeans and panties while Emily locked the door. Laura sat down and soon began releasing a calm tinkle as they continued discussing pizza toppings. Emily walked to the bath tub, lowered her pants and sat on the edge of the tub, with a strong hiss to be heard as soon as she was in place. Laura was somewhat surprised by her friend peeing like this, but surely she wasn't the first to do so, and knowing Emily this was actually nothing to be surprised of. Laura felt very relieved, considering the fact that she hadn't exactly been desperate. Her stream died down, she wiped and got up. Emily clearly had a lot more in her, her heavy pee stream was still hammering the side of the tub with no signs of stopping. "Hand me some toilet paper, would you?" she asked Laura, who had flushed and was washing her hands. Laura tore off a few squares and walked over to Emily, commenting on how much pee she must've been holding. "What can I say? What goes in must come out?" laughed Emily. She also finished peeing, carefully wiped herself and got up, pausing with a puzzled look eyeing the used toilet paper she was holding. She then realised there was a wastebasket in plain sight, and threw the paper away before washing her hands and leaving the bathroom with Laura. Nobody was in line now, and the two headed for the living room.

Laura and Emily grabbed full glasses of punch and sat down on the couch. Almost all the attendants of the party were girls, but some guys had been invited too. Laura knew the guy she sat next to. He was Daniel and attended the same university as Laura, Wilma and most of the people present. Laura tried to remember what he studied, but couldn't recall and didn't feel like interrupting their talking. Instead she sipped her drink, and listened to Daniel discuss Yugoslavian synthpop with a guy sitting next to him and a girl leaning on the back of the couch. They went on to British synthpop of the same era, until the other guy got up and Daniel turned to Laura. "Hi Laura!", he exclaimed and introduced the girl leaning to the couch as Chloe. Chloe was a stunningly beautiful blonde wearing a red sweater and white jeans, and Laura couldn't help admiring her long flowing hair. Chloe went on to tell that she studied music, aimed to be a high school music teacher, and knew Wilma through a dance class. The conversation turned to studies, and Laura was reminded without asking that Daniel was studying engineering. Her punch glass was soon empty, but as soon as she noticed Wilma had passed by and refilled it. Emily had gotten distracted by someone and left the couch, and Laura was now talking about past and present career visions with Daniel and Chloe. Chloe had always been into music and her plans had always evolved around that area, whereas Daniel had first wanted to be a pilot, then a mechanic, and was now aiming for a career in engineering aircraft and avionics. Laura felt a little pressure building up in her bladder again, but nothing to worry about yet. A small line had formed at the bathroom door again, but it seemed to be moving fast.

Emily sat back on the couch next to Laura, now visibly more drunk than before. "Pineapple does NOT go on pizza!" she announced loudly, causing Chloe to giggle. Daniel added his opinion of pineapple being fine on pizza, but peaches and bananas absolutely not. "Speaking of which, should somebody order something like pizza? Chips and snacks seem to be running out in the kitchen", said Natalie who was passing by. She got some encouraging remarks from people around her, and proceeded to make an order on her phone. "WE NEED SOME FUCKING PINEAPPLE ON THEM THEN!" somebody yelled over the music, causing more giggles and jokingly disgusted comments from Emily. Chloe excused herself to the bathroom, while Emily staggered off to the kitchen. Laura and Daniel went on discussing music, until Laura too felt like she should join the bathroom line. As she got up and headed for the hallway where the bathroom was located, the guy from earlier came back and the guys quickly resumed their chat on synthpop. 

Laura reached the line and stood at its end. Wilma was first in line, clearly quite drunk already. Behind her was a girl she didn't know, then Maria with whom Laura had done some group projects at uni, and in front of Laura was a girl she vaguely knew was Jessie from their university. There were four people in front of Laura now, and her desperation was quickly increasing. All seemed concentrated on holding their pee more than socializing, although Maria and the girl in front of her were briefly talking every now and then. A girl came out of the bathroom and Wilma went in, her pee purling into the toilet water loudly. Listening to her sweet relief noticeably increased Laura's desperation. Wilma came out looking indeed very relieved, and Maria went in with the girl in front of her. They took their sweet time, and Laura was beginning to fidget. She was thinking about knocking at the door, but then she heard a flush and they came out. Jessie wobbled in, not asking Laura to join her. Not that Laura would necessarily have wanted her to. She was quite shy and had no problem waiting outside for an extra minute or two, rather than sharing a bathroom with somebody she hardly knew. Laura heard Jessie sitting down, hissingly peeing with a soft fart, and then silence. A minute, two minutes, five minutes. Laura banged on the door but got no answer. What the fuck was taking so long?

Kate joined Laura in the line for the bathroom, while Laura was getting very desperate. "This girl's been in there for like ten minutes already", she told Kate. Kate wasn't exactly a close friend of hers. They'd known each other for some years, but never had any contact outside of studies. So now they began chatting about life and actually getting to know each other. Laura's bladder was still taking her attention from the conversation, and she told that to Kate. "Do you know who's in there?" asked Kate. "I think her name is Jessie", answered Laura, to which Kate cracked up. "Fucking Jessie", she exclaimed while still laughing. "You know she has a thing about falling asleep while drunk at a ten seconds' notice?" Laura's upset face didn't help Kate at stopping her laughter. "Looks like you can't even use a knife or anything to open the lock. Well, I don't need to go bad anyway", Kate went on while still giggling. "So it's normal for her?" asked Laura. "Don't worry, she's done it before", Kate commented as a faint snoring began echoing from the toilet. "She'll wake up as soon as she gets hungry or something, which is surely very soon." Laura nervously laughed as Kate walked off, leaving her alone in the line. Laura examined the lock, but had to also come to the conclusion that it couldn't be opened from outside. "I gotta pee!" she yelled to nobody in particular while bouncing up and down.

"Just go outside", said Daniel as he walked past, obviously having heard at least part of Laura's talk with Kate. Without further word, he followed his own advice and disappeared into the stairwell. Laura considered this for a while, and concluded that she had no other proper options. While holding herself with one hand, she put on her coat and began her way down. As she began descending the stairs, she felt each step to be more painful on her bladder than the previous, and turned around to take the elevator instead. Of course it was on the ground floor, and took ages to come up. Finally the door opened and Laura staggered in, now holding herself with both hands. The ride down seemed to last for ages too, and Laura was beginning to panic. Then the elevator jolted to a stop. Laura was barely able to hold back a leak, and rushed out to the outside door as soon as the elevator doors opened.

Right as Laura opened the door, she was hit by a gust of freezing wind carrying a considerable amount of snow. "What shitty weather to pee outside", she thought as she walked out and saw Daniel standing a few meters away. He was facing the wall and spraying the concrete with a heavy jet of piss, which splattered where it hit and streamed down to the ground in foamy streaks. The snow had already turned slushy and faintly yellow at the base of the wall, and the puddle of melting snow quickly expanded. As Daniel turned his head towards her, Laura understood how obviously she was staring at his peeing dick. Daniel chuckled as she apologised and turned away. She was panicing at this point, trying to figure out where to go and what to do. She could probably just squat here in the middle of the courtyard, but that would mean freezing her butt and a high risk of being seen. She took a few running steps left towards a clump of leafless bushes on the far side of the yard. Then she paused and took off in the opposite direction, towards a group of dumpsters next to the wall. Perhaps the dumpsters would be better to block this wind, although it was still freezing. She reached them as Daniel finished peeing and went back inside, leaving a steaming wet patch on the wall with a puddle of melting snow. Laura felt a few drops of pee squeeze past her sphincter as she moved one dumpster to the side, creating a relatively hidden and wind-free opening between two dumpsters. She hiked up the hem of her coat and began to unbutton her jeans, her fingers already beginning to feel numb from the chilly wind. "Shit, shit, shit", she said aloud while jumping on the spot and fumbling with the buttons. 

After some tries, Laura got her jeans unbuttoned and yanked them down with her panties. She immediately felt the frost biting her butt as she lowered herself into a low squat between the two dumpsters. A split second after she'd squatted, a hissing jet of pee dug into the snow. Laura sighed in relied as steam began rising from the rapidly expanding puddle of melted snow between her boots. "Fuuuuck, this feels goooood" she whispered to herself. The loud hiss of her peeing would actually have covered her whisper, had anybody been listening. The puddle of yellowish slush had flowed out from between the dumpsters, and was now visible from all the windows facing the courtyard. "Oh well, it's only pee and there'll surely be more of it by the end of the night" thought Laura, and started digging into her coat pocket for a tissue. Her stream was still forcefully jetwashing the ground, which by now was completely unfrozen where she was squatting. Laura sighed, squeezed out some last spurts and swiftly wiped herself. As she pulled up her pants, she considered a dumpster might have been a better place for the tissue, which was now rapidly getting saturated in her steaming puddle. Feeling happy and relieved but also very cold, she buttoned her pants while briskly walking towards the warmth of the stairwell.

To be continued

Edited January 20, 2021 by paatujo

[Lutab 1,051]

I hope she decides to just go inside next time 😛

[Ppgirl 559]

Hot 😏

[paatujo 191]

Wilma's house party, part 2

 

Getting back inside out of the cold was almost as relieving as the pee Laura had just had. As her elevator reached the level of the party, she was greeted by a clearly desperate pair of girls waiting for a ride down. Natalie was quite composed, but was slightly fidgeting as the door opened. The girl with her was Sandra, whom Laura sort of knew. She admired Sandra's cute outfit. The petite redhead had dressed in a white sweater with a little pink scarf around her neck, a dark blue midi skirt and black tights, and was shaking while holding a hand against her crotch. Laura paused for a second before realising she should probably step out of the elevator and make way. "Going out to pee?" she asked, as if it wasn't quite obvious. "Yeah, it has to be done" was the answer Natalie blurted out as the two hurried into the elevator. "It's pretty cold and windy out there" said Laura as the doors slid closed. Apparently the bathroom situation was common knowledge by now. The door to Wilma's apartment was unlocked, and Laura slipped in.

The party had clearly picked up during the short while for which Laura had been gone. As she entered the hallway, she encountered Wilma crawling on all fours, slurring that she'd go to take a quick nap. Hopefully the hostess passing out won't make the party get out of hand, Laura thought to herself and told Wilma to sleep well. Wilma disappeared into her bedroom and clumsily pushed the door closed, leaving Laura to giggle at this performance as she walked to the kitchen to get a drink. Another sort of performance was going on in the kitchen when she walked in. Kate was now sitting on the kitchen sink with her little black dress pulled up, black tights and blue lacy knickers around her knees. A small group of girls were standing around her, doing a relatively poor job shielding what was going on. As Laura walked past them to the fridge and gave Kate an amused look with a thumb up, a stream of pee began softly rattling into the metal sink. It quickly intensified and hit the metal making a much louder rattle, which was more masked by the girls around her drunkenly laughing. Kate was laughing too while looking also relieved. She went on voiding her bladder into the sink as Laura grabbed a carton of cheap wine, filled a glass and walked into the living room sipping it. "Like what you see?" she heard Kate say to Daniel, who had just wandered into the kitchen and apparently looked at her enough to notice.

Meanwhile, Natalie and Sandra had reached the ground floor and darted to front door. As Sandra got to the door and reached for the lock, a gust of wind blew snow across the courtyard. Quite a bit of snow blew right in when Sandra cracked the door, and she immidiately let it close again. "I'm not going out there", she said in a voice of concern and desperation. She spun on the spot, holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, looking for alternatives. Natalie glanced at the snow blowing across the yard, and decided she'd find an alternative too. "Over there?" suggested Natalie and pointed to a recessed stairway leading down from next to the elevator. Sandra ran to it, pressing a hand deep into her crotch and leaping down the stairs. At the bottom was a small dimly lit landing and a metal door. It was locked and she gasped at finding this, but wasted no time reaching under her skirt and lowering her panties and tights to her knees.

As Natalie reached the stairs and began descending them, Sandra was already in a high squat with her skirt gathered around her waist and butt against the door. Natalie got to the bottom of the stairs, and a strong flow of hot pee began pouring from Sandra onto the concrete floor. Sandra sighed, it was clear how much she needed this. Natalie unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down while squatting low on the bottom step, opposite from Sandra. Her stream shot out in front of her, splattered onto the landing and soon merged with Sandra's puddle, to which Sandra was still desperately adding a hissing torrent. "Looks like you really needed to go", giggled Natalie, watching her puddle join the much bigger splatter pattern closer to the door. The bottom of the metal door was also covered in pee splatters, and much of their combined puddle was now quickly flowing under it. "Fuck yeah", sighed Sandra contently with her eyes closed, still peeing. Her stream slowly began losing pressure and finally died down, and around the same time Natalie squirted her last spurts into their puddle. Neither had tissues, so both shook their bottoms a bit to remove rogue pee drops before adjusting their clothing. "Much better", remarked Sandra as they walked back up the stairs to the elevator.

Laura had barely taken a place on the couch next to Emily again, when she heard somebody announce the arrival of pizza. She quickly gulped down the rest of her wine and headed to the kitchen to get a refill and check out the food situation. "It's getting a little crowded in here!" shouted a slim brunette in a green sweater and black jeans, who was squirming around near the sink as Laura entered. Kate and some other girls were surrounding her, and a stack of hot pizza boxes had just been placed on the counter. "Calm down, Erika", said Kate and suddenly kissed her on the lips, causing the brunette to squirm some more and the rest of their circle to crack up. "Going outside is an option, I just went a while ago", advised Laura as she made her way to the pizza boxes and helped herself to something with at least pepperoni and pineapple. After filling her wine glass and navigating into the living room, she met Natalie and Sandra, who had just returned and were both lured towards the kitchen by the smell of hot pizza. "I guess you guys managed. Was it cold outside?" she asked them. Natalie and Sandra looked at each other and quickly replied: "Yes". Natalie slid off to get pizza, but Sandra continued to Laura: "We met a pizza delivery guy on his way down as we came back, and he gave us the funniest look. I'd be worried he saw us peeing, but I'm too drunk to worry now." She too then slipped away and Laura returned to her spot on the couch, where Emily and Maria were now chatting. Emily made a gagging face and laughed as she saw Laura's pizza slice.

"Would you excuse us, we were just about to go find a ladies room", Maria said and snickered while getting up and draining a glass of punch. She walked away with Emily, and left Laura to munch on her pizza. Laura enjoyed the little moment to herself while surveying the room around her. Taking into account how late it was and that the hostess had crawled to her bedroom on all fours a while ago, things were well under control. Even the music hadn't been turned high enough for neighbors to complain. Everybody was clearly drunk and the apartment was still crowded, but perhaps the most drunk and tired attendants had already gone home to sleep. Laura finished her pizza, drank most of her wine and watched as a group of girls gathered in a corner and whispered something to each other. Erika who'd been desperate in the kitchen was among them, and still looked like she was absolutely bursting for a pee. A beautiful blonde that Laura didn't know began handing out cigarettes to the group. Laura had very rarely ever smoked, but now she was in the right mood and walked across the room with her glass of wine. Just then she recognised the girl as Chloe with whom she'd talked earlier. "Could I join you guys if you're going for a smoke?" she asked. "Well, I guess so..." said Chloe and handed her the pack. "Actually some of us are going to pee too", she added in a whisper. "Okay, that's fine", said Laura, emptied her wine glass and set it on a side table.

To be continued

Edited January 20, 2021 by paatujo

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10 hours ago, paatujo said:

Wilma's house party, part 2

 

Getting back inside out of the cold was almost as relieving as the pee Laura had just had. As her elevator reached the level of the party, she was greeted by a clearly desperate pair of girls waiting for a ride down. Natalie was quite composed, but was slightly fidgeting as the door opened. The girl with her was Sandra, whom Laura sort of knew. She admired Sandra's cute outfit. The petite redhead had dressed in a white sweater with a little pink scarf around her neck, a dark blue midi skirt and black tights, and was shaking while holding a hand against her crotch. Laura paused for a second before realising she should probably step out of the elevator and make way. "Going out to pee?" she asked, as if it wasn't quite obvious. "Yeah, it has to be done" was the answer Natalie blurted out as the two hurried into the elevator. "It's pretty cold and windy out there" said Laura as the doors slid closed. Apparently the bathroom situation was common knowledge by now. The door to Wilma's apartment was unlocked, and Laura slipped in.

The party had clearly picked up during the short while for which Laura had been gone. As she entered the hallway, she encountered Wilma crawling on all fours, slurring that she'd go to take a quick nap. Hopefully the hostess passing out won't make the party get out of hand, Laura thought to herself and told Wilma to sleep well. Wilma disappeared into her bedroom and clumsily pushed the door closed, leaving Laura to giggle at this performance as she walked to the kitchen to get a drink. Another sort of performance was going on in the kitchen when she walked in. Kate was now sitting on the kitchen sink with her little black dress pulled up, black tights and blue lacy knickers around her knees. A small group of girls were standing around her, doing a relatively poor job shielding what was going on. As Laura walked past them to the fridge and gave Kate an amused look with a thumb up, a stream of pee began softly rattling into the metal sink. It quickly intensified and hit the metal making a much louder rattle, which was more masked by the girls around her drunkenly laughing. Kate was laughing too while looking also relieved. She went on voiding her bladder into the sink as Laura grabbed a carton of cheap wine, filled a glass and walked into the living room sipping it. "Like what you see?" she heard Kate say to Daniel, who had just wandered into the kitchen and apparently looked at her enough to notice.

Meanwhile, Natalie and Sandra had reached the ground floor and darted to front door. As Sandra got to the door and reached for the lock, a gust of wind blew snow across the courtyard. Quite a bit of snow blew right in when Sandra cracked the door, and she immidiately let it close again. "I'm not going out there", she said in a voice of concern and desperation. She spun on the spot, holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, looking for alternatives. Natalie glanced at the snow blowing across the yard, and decided she'd find an alternative too. "Over there?" suggested Natalie and pointed to a recessed stairway leading down from next to the elevator. She ran to it, pressing a hand deep into her crotch and leaping down the stairs. At the bottom was a small dimly lit landing and a metal door. It was locked and Sandra gasped at finding this, but wasted no time reaching under her skirt and lowering her panties and tights to her knees.

As Natalie reached the stairs and began descending them, Sandra was already in a high squat with her skirt gathered around her waist and butt against the door. Natalie got to the bottom of the stairs, and a strong flow of hot pee began pouring from Sandra onto the concrete floor. Sandra sighed, it was clear how much she needed this. Natalie unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down while squatting low on the bottom step, opposite from Sandra. Her stream shot out in front of her, splattered onto the landing and soon merged with Sandra's puddle, to which Sandra was still desperately adding a hissing torrent. "Looks like you really needed to go", giggled Natalie, watching her puddle join the much bigger splatter pattern closer to the door. The bottom of the metal door was also covered in pee splatters, and much of their combined puddle was now quickly flowing under it. "Fuck yeah", sighed Sandra contently with her eyes closed, still peeing. Her stream slowly began losing pressure and finally died down, and around the same time Natalie squirted her last spurts into their puddle. Neither had tissues, so both shook their bottoms a bit to remove rogue pee drops before adjusting their clothing. "Much better", remarked Sandra as they walked back up the stairs to the elevator.

Laura had barely taken a place on the couch next to Emily again, when she heard somebody announce the arrival of pizza. She quickly gulped down the rest of her wine and headed to the kitchen to get a refill and check out the food situation. "It's getting a little crowded in here!" shouted a slim brunette in a green sweater and black jeans, who was squirming around near the sink as Laura entered. Kate and some other girls were surrounding her, and a stack of hot pizza boxes had just been placed on the counter. "Calm down, Erika", said Kate and suddenly kissed her on the lips, causing the brunette to squirm some more and the rest of their circle to crack up. "Going outside is an option, I just went a while ago", advised Laura as she made her way to the pizza boxes and helped herself to something with at least pepperoni and pineapple. After filling her wine glass and navigating into the living room, she met Natalie and Sandra, who had just returned and were both lured towards the kitchen by the smell of hot pizza. "I guess you guys managed. Was it cold outside?" she asked them. Natalie and Sandra looked at each other and quickly replied: "Yes". Natalie slid off to get pizza, but Sandra continued to Laura: "We met a pizza delivery guy on his way down as we came back, and he gave us the funniest look. I'd be worried he saw us peeing, but I'm too drunk to worry now." She too then slipped away and Laura returned to her spot on the couch, where Emily and Maria were now chatting. Emily made a gagging face and laughed as she saw Laura's pizza slice.

"Would you excuse us, we were just about to go find a ladies room", Maria said and snickered while getting up and draining a glass of punch. She walked away with Emily, and left Laura to munch on her pizza. Laura enjoyed the little moment to herself while surveying the room around her. Taking into account how late it was and that the hostess had crawled to her bedroom on all fours a while ago, things were well under control. Even the music hadn't been turned high enough for neighbors to complain. Everybody was clearly drunk and the apartment was still crowded, but perhaps the most drunk and tired attendants had already gone home to sleep. Laura finished her pizza, drank most of her wine and watched as a group of girls gathered in a corner and whispered something to each other. Erika who'd been desperate in the kitchen was among them, and still looked like she was absolutely bursting for a pee. A beautiful blonde that Laura didn't know began handing out cigarettes to the group. Laura had very rarely ever smoked, but now she was in the right mood and walked across the room with her glass of wine. Just then she recognised the girl as Chloe with whom she'd talked earlier. "Could I join you guys if you're going for a smoke?" she asked. "Well, I guess so..." said Chloe and handed her the pack. "Actually some of us are going to pee too", she added in a whisper. "Okay, that's fine", said Laura, emptied her wine glass and set it on a side table.

To be continued

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Awesome sounds like things are about to go down. Can’t wait for part 3 💖

[paatujo 191]

Enjoy the next part. It's a long party and a long story compared to what I've previously written, so I might take some time to finish it. But it's still far from over, and I still have a lot of scenes I plan to include in it when I feel creative enough to write more.

 

 

Wilma's house party, part 3

 

After leaving the couch in the living room, Emily and Maria had scurried their way straight to the front door. Somebody had conveniently hung a roll of toilet paper on the coat rack, from which they each tore a few squares and headed into the stairwell. Emily was already seriously feeling the need to pee, and as they stepped into the elevator, she asked Maria if they were going outside. "I don't know, are we?" replied Maria, giving a look that clearly indicated she had no intention of leaving the warm indoors. Emily smiled, she too was feeling like staying out of the cold. She briefly thought of suggesting they'd use the elevator. But she wasn't that desperate, and considered the lots of people who would still need it for its intended use tonight. The two were soon on the ground floor and began looking around. A dimly lit flight of stairs down next to the elevator seemed promising, but looked quite visible to anybody going into the elevator. They wandered towards the front door looking at possible corners and tugging on doors, both beginning to feel the effects of being close and yet far from relief. Then a locked side door to the left of them opened, and two of Wilma's friends from the party stepped out of it. 

"Hey", Maria said in a low voice as to not cause noise in the stairwell this late at night. She grabbed the door before it had time to close. The two girls introduced themselves as Bella and Rosanna from Wilma's volleyball team, and told about how they'd been walking in just the same place when a man in biking gear came out of this door, leaving them to sneak in unnoticed. "Who the hell bikes in winter, this late at night and in this weather?" asked Rosanna and all four of them suppressed laughter. Maria and Emily then slipped into what appeared to be a bicycle storage room. Between rows of bikes, two fresh puddles with tissues in them implied what the room had also just been used for. Emily wandered to an empty space some meters from the door. Her bladder was begging for release, actually it had been doing so ever since peeing in the elevator had come to her mind. Now she hastily unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down while squatting low, holding a bike with her left hand for balance as a hissing jet of pee sharply sprayed onto the dusty concrete floor. She quietly moaned as the flow increased and her pee began forming a foamy puddle. "I didn't even know how much I needed this", she sighed to Maria while pushing harder, and her stream washed over the concrete with a louder splatter.

Maria had also found a suitable gap between bikes across the room from Emily. She pulled the hem of her black and white dress to her waist, lowered her white tights and pink knickers slightly, and sat down on the edge of a wall mounted bike rack. She then released her bladder, and Emily looked up at her as a steady stream began splattering on the floor. Maria moved her feet forward as she noticed her pee making quite a big splash pattern, and even spraying the bikes nearby with pee drops. "I almost sprayed my shoes", she giggled as her stream gained force. Emily was already finishing by now and squatting in a very large puddle, into which she let a last dribble before wiping and adding the tissue to the puddle too. She got up and walked to Maria while buttoning her pants, leaving a trail of wet shoe prints across the floor. Maria was still dousing the floor, her puddle being a much lighter color in the middle, from where the stream had washed away dust and dirt. "Nice of you to help washing the dirty floor", commented Emily, and they laughed as Maria's stream began to weaken and came to an end. She lazily rubbed her pussy with the toilet paper and dropped it into her puddle. As she got up, Maria nearly lost her balance and stumbled forward, finally regaining her balance after a few steps and stopping to pull up her panties and tights back up. "Damn, I'm drunk", she mumbled as they began walking to the door. They stepped into the stairwell, and while passing through Emily stuffed a tightly packed wad of tissue into the lock hole of the doorframe. The door to the bike storage room then closed behind them, but the lock didn't click shut. Maria grinned at this, and they walked over to the elevator. As the elevator came down, four visibly desperate girls scrambled out, two going straight down the steps next to the elevator. The other two waited at the top of the steps, and Emily gave them directions to the unlocked bicycle room while stepping into the elevator. The two thanked Emily and walked off towards it as the elevator doors closed, and Emily and Maria went back up.

Meanwhile in the living room of Wilma's apartment, Laura had perhaps expected to go downstairs and outside for a smoke. But thinking again, it was nothing to be surprised of when Erika opened the door to the balcony. "Don't let cold air in here, go downstairs or to a spare room or whatever if you absolutely have to smoke those cancer sticks!" somebody yelled annoyedly as soon as the door opened. But it was no use closing it now, so the six girls just quickly shuffled out and Chloe waved an apology while closing the door behind her. It was still very cold outside and Laura immediately regretted fancying a smoke, but at least the balcony didn't seem as windy as the courtyard. Besides, reopening the door for just her to get back in would cool the living room a lot more than needed. There was Erika, two girls Laura didn't know at all, Annie that she'd gone to high school with, Chloe, and Laura herself. Any more people would have crowded the balcony.

It wasn't exactly dark, with light shining out through the living room window, but that was only from waist level up. It still took a few seconds for Laura's eyes to adjust, and in that time Erika was already squatting in the far corner, her back against the wall and jeans with red panties at her knees. She hadn't even lit the cigarette she held in her lips, nor had the girl with blue hair next to her who was also pulling up her black dress and reaching under it. Laura accepted a light from Chloe, and smiled as she watched the girls preparing to pee. Erika and the blue haired girl already had forceful streams pattering between their shoes, melting the light layer of snow on the balcony. The rest of the girls were standing against the wall with their backs to the living room window, puffing on their smokes and discretely but hastily undoing their clothes. Chloe quickly pulled down her white jeans and squatted. A loudly hissing arc of Chloe's pee splashed the snowy floor, causing Laura to take a step back from where she stood. Annie had also squatted against the wall with her skirt up and leggings down, and started peeing a torrent in unison with the girl next to her with dark blue jeans at mid thighs. In no time all, the five puddles of melted snow had merged into one rapidly growing and faintly steaming puddle.

Laura almost laughed out loud at how quickly the light layer of snow had completely disappeared from the balcony, except the corner where she stood. The pee then began cascading over the edge of the balcony, probably melting and yellowing a lot more snow down on the ground. Laura glanced over the railing, but couldn't see into the darkness. At least it wasn't splattering onto balconies below. Not much was said. For most of the time, only the sound of five pee streams hissing and splattering onto the balcony floor could be heard, with muffled chatter and music from the living room. Everybody seemed very focused on peeing, smoking or both, and getting back inside as soon as possible. All of this while rather drunk. Laura finished smoking and located an ashtray on the window sill next to the door. Chloe let out a very relieved sigh as she simultaneously stubbed out her cigarette and pushed one last strong spray onto the floor. In an admirably swift movement for this time of night, she wiped with her left hand and pulled her white jeans up with her right hand, all while getting up from her squat. She threw her tissue over the balcony railing, and Laura giggled as it fluttered around and stuck to a window three floors lower. The other girls were finishing up too, throwing their pee soaked tissues out for the wind to carry or sticking them into the ashtray with extinguished smokes. Laura was getting quite cold waiting for the others to finish up adjusting their clothes, and felt a small pressure beginning to build up in her bladder again as she bobbed about to keep warm.

Either the party had accelerated in the minute or two Laura was out, or being outside she had gotten used to less noise. Or perhaps people had just raised their voices annoyed by the gust of freezing air entering as the girls returned from the balcony. "I'm not going there again tonight, it's just too cold", said Annie behind her, and Laura wondered if anybody had noticed what the main reason of their visit to the balcony had been. She went to the still very crowded kitchen to get herself more punch, but found it had been finished. Instead, she grabbed a beer. The first gulp of cold beer seemed to go straight to her bladder, and Laura wished she'd taken the chance to relieve herself when she'd been out smoking just a few minutes earlier. She then took a slice of pizza, and as on cue, Emily entered the kitchen to make another witty remark on pineapple and pizza not working together. Laura made her way to the living room, and found Daniel on the couch with the guy he'd discussed pop music with earlier. This time they were drunkenly discussing engines. Not really a topic of interest at all to Laura, but she nibbled on her pizza and followed anyway, also learning that the other guy was called Mike. As Laura finished her beer and pizza, the guys came to the conclusion that the perfect cylinder count for an engine meant for something with four wheels was four, and they sat in silence for a few seconds. Then they both turned to Laura and asked how her night was going along. The three of them then casually conversed about how good it was that Wilma knew who she invited well enough not to invite any potential troublemakers, and how nice it was for her to host a party like this. Laura was quite desperate already, and realised she was unable to sit on the couch without twisting and shuffling every few seconds.

"I have to pee like crazy", Laura finally told the guys who were clearly looking at her restless shuffling. Not that they could do much with that information. But less than a minute later, Sandra walked up and asked if Laura had said that. "Yes", Laura replied and held herself. "Shall we go together?" asked Sandra, who Laura noticed was also shuffling her feet as they spoke. Laura excused herself and joined Sandra. They briskly walked past the bathroom, from where a quiet snore could still be heard. Fucking Jessie. Laura banged on the door as they walked past, and they grabbed some toilet paper from the coat rack before entering the stairwell and stepping into the elevator. Sandra was shuffling her feet on the thin carpet all the way down, and Laura also found it very hard to stand still with her bladder so full. Sandra began bobbing up and down with both hands pressing her skirt to her crotch, and was visibly startled as the elevator lurched to a stop at the bottom floor. Even before the doors had fully opened, she had scurried out into the stairwell. Laura followed, also very desperate for relief herself.

Sandra turned to the basement stairs next to the elevator, but stopped in her tracks after taking one step down. Laura followed up, and soon realised why Sandra had stopped. The staircase was an utter mess. It seemed as if almost everyone had first meant to go outside, but then decided to use these stairs as a plan B. Some probably multiple times. Maybe a couple dozen pieces of tissue lay on the stairs and bottom landing, and almost every step had a puddle on it. Looking at some of the steps and the somewhat foul smell, it seemed like some part of the liquid covering the stairs may have also been puke rather than pee. "That's disgusting", said Laura and began to wonder if she would still dare to go outside. "Yeah. I was going to pee here, but absolutely fucking not", Sandra gagged while still bobbing up and down. Laura ran to the front door and looked through the window into the courtyard. The wind was blowing around even more snow than before, and Laura decided at least not to take the initiative in going outside. Although her bladder was begging for release, she decided to walk back to Sandra and ask what she thought. Sandra was still at the top of the basement stairs, constantly fidgeting and holding herself while attempting to decide what to do.

To be continued

Edited January 20, 2021 by paatujo

[nopjans 1,178]

I'm very much enjoying this series! Thank you Paatujo for sharing your creativity with us. I'm very interested to see what happens next.

[Ppgirl 559]

Hot😏 can't wait for more

[Lutab 1,051]

Great part three! Maybe people will start getting drunk enough to pee on the carpet soon 😉

[paatujo 191]

People are getting more drunk by the minute, but things aren't quite out of hand. At least not yet. I'll hopefully be able to write more soon 😉

 

Wilma's house party, part 4

"Oh, I actually don't give a flying fuck", said Sandra and walked back into the elevator, gesturing Laura to follow her. "Somebody's going to do it anyway", she said and hitched her skirt up. Laura stood near the door as Sandra squatted in the corner of the elevator while tugging her black tights and grey laced knickers down. "Press the button to the top floor, would you?" she asked as a spray of pee began pattering onto the thin gray carpet. "That way I'll have as much time as possible, and there'll surely be nobody there if the door does open before I finish." Laura pressed the button, and the sound of Sandra's pee hissing into the carpet with increasing pressure made her even more desperate. The carpet could hardly absorb anything, and the dark patch on the floor began growing fast. Laura was holding herself as the elevator ascended, and reached to unbutton her jeans with the intention of squatting next to Sandra. Just then, the elevator stopped. Unable to stop gushing all over the carpet, Sandra let out a quick scream as the door opened with somebody standing in front of it. She soon calmed when she realised the person was Kate, who burst out laughing. Apparently she had called the elevator and interrupted their journey to the top floor. 

"I'm so sorry", Kate giggled. "I didn't know this stall was occupied!" Laura decided she couldn't hold on any longer, and quickly unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down while setting one foot in the stairwell and the other in the elevator. Kate laughed even harder as Laura squatted and instantly began peeing forcefully. She tried to aim her hissing stream down the elevator shaft, and did quite a fair job at that. A lot of her spray still missed the small gap, and began pooling into a slowly soaking puddle on the elevator carpet. Laura sighed in relief as Kate moved in closer to provide some cover. "Good idea, but you should practice on that aim", said Sandra whose stream had finally diminished. She wiped and got up, leaving a large wet spot on the carpet. A cute curvy blonde appeared from Wilma's apartment and stood behind Kate with her friend. "Why have we been going all the way down to pee anyway?" she asked, to which her friend giggled that she didn't know. Instead of waiting for the elevator to be free, they began climbing the stairs to the next floor and disappeared from sight. Laura was still peeing full force as Sandra squeezed past her into the stairwell and also stood to provide cover. 

As the pressure in Laura's bladder had decreased, she realised how much Kate was fidgeting. "I hope you guys are good here, I'm off to find my own stall", Kate then blurted and took off half running towards the stairs down. Natalie had evidently also been waiting with her, and followed down the stairs as Laura finished up. Laura lightly dabbed her pussy with a tissue and slid that into the same gap she had aimed her pee at. "Peeing down the elevator shaft is actually a great idea, you should just be better at aiming", snickered Sandra as Laura stood adjusting her pants. Two girls in dresses exited Wilma's front door and entered the elevator, smiling at the pee puddles on the carpet. "Gosh, I needed that. And I suppose you were absolutely right, somebody was going to do it anyway", said Laura as the elevator doors began to close. One of the two girls in there was already pulling up her dress, and Sandra laughed. "You have no idea how many times I've used the elevator in emergencies at different train stations and parking garages. Or other places too", she told Laura. "This one morning I woke up next to a man that had seemed much more attractive and ten years younger when I was drunk. So I fled his place and realised only in the elevator that I really should have peed before leaving." Laura found this hilarious, and both giggled as they entered Wilma's apartment.

Kate leaped down the stairs to the first landing with Natalie close behind. She considered squatting right on that landing, but decided it was a bit too close to Wilma's front door, and went a few steps further down. These stairs were quite visible if somebody were to open a door on that floor, so Kate continued running down the stairs. She felt her knickers get a bit damp from a quick leak, and began pulling her dress up while deciding to sit down on the stairs where she was. This was about one and a quarter floor down from Wilma's place, which was maybe far enough and not directly in front of anybody's door. She quickly reached to her undergarments and pulled them down, and an intense stream of pee shot out before she had even placed her butt on the edge of a step. Kate sighed as she got into place, leaning her shoulder against the wall as her stream hissed onto the step and a puddle began to grow. Natalie was standing next to her, looking up and down in a way that indicated she was standing guard, but obviously couldn't do much if anybody did come along to catch Kate peeing. The hiss of Kate's gush echoed in the stairwell, and her pee began trickling down the steps as she continued loudly emptying her bladder with occasional sighs of relief. "It actually doesn't clearly look like you're peeing", Natalie mumbled. "Well, apart from your knickers and tights being down, and that puddle you're making. And the sound. But otherwise it looks like you're just a girl in a little black dress sitting there. I mean, your dress doesn't look like it's pulled up unless I look carefully." Kate laughed and her stream hissed even louder, her foamy puddle having extended five steps down by this point. "Yeah, I don't look like I'm peeing, if you disregard everything that implies I'm peeing", she giggled, her stream fluctuating in rhythm with her laugh. Natalie too cracked up at putting it this way. Kate's hissy flow slowly began to dwindle, and she got up as soon as the last squirt had left her pussy. A lot of pee had splattered her thighs as she'd begun to pee, and she carefully wiped herself in a half squat before pulling her blue lacy knickers and tights up. "That felt so good", she said while turning to Natalie and stepping away from the top of her puddle. "Your turn, Nat."

Natalie wasn't extremely desperate, but she wasted no time unbuttoning her jeans as she placed herself one step up from where Kate's puddle began. She then pulled her jeans and panties to her mid thighs and squatted facing down. After a few seconds of silence, Natalie unleashed a steady stream that sprayed slightly forward. It splatted loudly as it hit the step in front of her, and washed away one of the two saturated tissues Kate had just dropped into her puddle. They both giggled, but then froze as they heard fast footsteps approaching. A second later, Mike came into view, clearly in a hurry as he stumbled down the stairs. Kate made a gesture for him to stop and go away, but he didn't seem to notice. Natalie was in full flow unable to stop peeing, and almost screamed at him, but realised screaming in the stairwell at night might attract too much attention. It took a second more for Mike to notice what he was intruding on. He immediately stopped and apologised, hopping on the spot as he stood some meters up from Kate and Natalie and looked around. "Fuck it", he then quietly said and walked over to the nearest corner. Natalie was still peeing, and relaxed more as she saw Mike heading to his corner. A puddle had flooded the landing below them, and Kate snickered at this while Natalie routinely finished peeing, wiped herself and pulled up her pants while getting up. "Good thing Mike didn't come down, you'd have had to stop him or he'd have gotten a clear view of my cooch", Natalie whispered as the began walking up the stairs. Judging by a quiet snort from Mike, he probably heard this.

As Kate and Natalie walked up the stairs to the floor where Mike was, he was already releasing a heavy jet of pee at the wall in a corner between two apartment doors. He was doing a great job at doing this quietly, and the most audible sound was a soft trickle as his stream flowed down the wall and met the floor. A puddle was slowly snaking its way towards the stairs where the girls had just peed. "Hey Mike, give us a show", giggled Kate as they walked past him. "I'm sure you can see about as much of me as I saw of you", he said without turning his head away from the corner. "Please, just a quick peek?" she insisted, and popped her head past Mike's shoulder to get her view. She was greeted with the sight of a good looking cock in Mike's hand, aiming a good sharp stream of pee at the wall. "Oh come on now, fuck you", he chuckled as Kate instantly retreated. "Thanks for the show" she snickered, and Natalie too couldn't help giggling at the whole situation. "A pretty nice tool you've got there, you should show it more often", Kate remarked as she walked away up the stairs with Natalie. Mike mumbled something inaudible in response while facing his corner, and they walked back to Wilma's apartment. As they reached the door, two girls walked down the stairs from above. Natalie and Kate quickly recognised them as the cute curvy blonde with her friend who'd passed them in front of the elevator and gone upstairs. Both of them looked very much relieved and rather intoxicated, and the four girls entered the apartment together.

[Lutab 1,051]

Great addition!! Loved the elevator peeing!

[paatujo 191]

Hi everybody. I ran into some setbacks (losing inspiration, losing contact with a muse for this story, life in general), and continuation took much, much longer than I had hoped. But I can quite confidently say the pause after this part won't be as long.

 

Wilma's house party, part 5

Laura opened her eyes. It was dark, and it took a while for her to realise where she was. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she found herself laying across an armchair in a bedroom. For how long had she been sleeping there, and how did she get there in the first place? No recollection, but judging by noise coming from outside the room, the party was still going on. She first wondered if there had been something extra in her drink to cause this memory loss, but then tried to move her arms and discovered that she was probably just really, really drunk. Absolutely tanked. She slowly let her eyes close again, but was then awaken by movement in the bed next to her. Half awake and hardly aware of the situation, she watched as a very sleepy Wilma slumped out of her bed, wearing only a loose T-shirt and white panties. Wilma seemed to be even less aware of what was going on, as she crawled to the foot of her bed and began to climb into a squatting position with her back to the bed. Then she reached to her panties, pulled the crotch aside and instantly released her bladder. It started as a brief dribble, then a thick jet of pee hissed out of her and soaked into the carpet, and she quietly sighed. Laura watched absently and still half passed out as the arc of urine gained force and reached further, then beginning to form a puddle and loudly splatter where the carpet had become saturated. By the look of it, Wilma had been really desperate. After maybe thirty seconds of watering the carpet, Wilma finished pissing. Without wiping, she moved her panties into place and crawled back into bed. Laura was barely awake enough to comprehend what had just happened, but was then distracted by a familiar pressure in her own bladder. She smiled at what she had just witnessed, made a mental note to go pee soon, and drifted back to sleep.

"Fuck!" Laura whispered to herself as she was awoken by the feeling of her panties dampening. She was still able to stop peeing without too much damage, but her bladder was bursting more than ever and she coulnd't hold it much longer. In the next second, she began unbuttoning her jeans to do what Wilma had just done some time earlier. An extra bit of pee on the carpet wouldn't hurt, right? As she pushed herself up from the armchair and began pulling her jeans down, she was startled by Wilma turning in her bed. Already barely able to stand in her drunken state, Laura lost her balance and slumped back into the chair, just having time to yank her jeans and panties to mid thigh. The soft cushion felt so good and inviting against her bare pussy, and before she knew it, Laura had relaxed and begun peeing. Actually this seemed like a perfectly natural thing to do. The armchair would surely dry before anyone might notice, right? She almost let out a quiet moan as her stream gained force, and even began grinding herself against the soft and now very wet cushion. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but something or perhaps even everything about peeing with her pussy rubbing against an absorbent surface was the best possible feeling she could imagine. She was too focused on this to notice a puddle quickly forming under her, expanding towards the edge of the cushion, and then cascading on to the carpet. Actually, she was so intensely focused on this ecstatic sensation that everything else had already left her mind. But all good things come to an end, and all too soon Laura found herself sitting motionless on a totally soaked cushion, wondering what the fuck she had just done. Sheepishly she stood up, looked around for something to wipe with, and grabbed a shirt that was laying on the floor. Surely it was dirty already, she reasoned while drying her ass with it and rubbing it between her legs. She was very tempted to rub between her legs for much longer than necessary, but after an only slightly exaggerated wiping decided not to, and dropped the shirt back into the messy bundle on the floor it had been. In a drunken wobble she pulled up her jeans and decided to leave the room of this crime scene before being directly caught.

As Laura walked into the living room, she was greeted with multiple exclamations of "You're alive!", "Where have you been?" and so on. She brushed them of with a quick comment about taking a nap, and drifted toward the kitchen for a drink. Almost every surface was now covered with empty cans, bottles and cups among other trash, and the fridge was surprisingly empty. Laura grabbed one of the last remaining ciders, took a sip and slowly wandered back to the living room. Emily quickly approached her. "Heyyy, think it's time to go home soon?" she slurred to Laura, seemingly having some trouble standing upright. Laura looked around, gradually noting that most people had left the party during her quick nap. She agreed, they lived quite close together with Emily and could definitely share a ride. "But I'll finish this one first", she added while lifting up her cider, splashing some of it in the process and giggling loudly at this. "What time is it?" she asked Emily. "Four? Five? Don't give a fuck actually, but it's time to go home", answered Emily matter-of-factly. Laura laughed. Yeah, it may be a good time to go home soon. Maybe she would still do a quick round chatting to people who were still awake enough. Although she did note the couch was now well occupied with quietly snoring attendants. Daniel was in the middle, cuddled by Maria whose dress had ridden up enough to expose a bit of pink lace. From his other side, he was also cuddled by a girl whose name Laura couldn't remember, and a couple of other girls resting on the sofa were also more or less cuddled. How cute, Laura snickered and made her way to Sandra and Kate who were standing in the corner, looking a bit worn but still awake and chatting. "Did you sleep tight? Sweet dreams? Wet dreams?" teased Sandra. Laura answered with a quick yes and a nervous laugh. The three quickly began discussing ways to get home since all lived in the same general direction. They concluded that a twenty-ish minute walk to the nearest train station might be the best option this time of night, a taxi or such would surely take ages to get and be much more expensive. And Kate had once had a creepy encounter with a taxi driver, which gave all more reason to walk to the train station. Sandra had pulled out her phone, and after a bit of trial and error, finally found train schedules. "Let's leave in no more than 25 minutes", she said after a bit of scrolling and some clearly challenging calculations. "The trains don't seem to run very often at this time of night".

The atmosphere in the apartment was actually very peaceful for a party at four or five in the morning, or whatever the time was. Music was still playing, but perhaps it had been turned down to allow the crowd on the couch to rest better. Or maybe someone had interrupted the party and ordered the music down while Laura had been sleeping, who knows. Although come to think of it, an interruption would probably also have come as a police raid, Laura reasoned. If someone were to complain about the music and find out where it's from, they surely would have called the cops about the trashed stairwell and culprits still clearly in the building. So one could only assume all had gone well and nobody had been bothered as of now. The apartment itself didn't even look that bad. Some drinks had been spilled, a small flower pot knocked over, most tables and surfaces were littered with cups, pizza boxes, half eaten snacks and other trash, but otherwise things had stayed quite clean. "Oh", Laura quietly exclaimed to herself as she took a step to the side, and nearly stepped on a pizza crust laying on the floor next to someone's panties. Well, the state of the place could be much worse still. Laura sipped on her cider and wondered what time she would be home. She briefly daydreamed about the comfort of her own bed, but quickly snapped back to the current time and place. "You alright?", Kate assured, to which Laura told her she was just tired and fantasizing about getting home and laying down already. "Same", replied Kate with a laugh, and Sandra too agreed. 

After some tired and quiet chatting, Emily had joined the three of them. "Trust me, you don't want to sober up at this point", she insisted while handing out ciders for each of them. Laura wasn't very enthusiastic about having another, but she accepted it and downed the last sip of her previous one. Kate hastily opened hers and began sipping it. "I'd actually forgotten to drink for some time now", she explained after noting how thirsty her actions seemed. Laura too opened her new drink, although she didn't feel like drinking much anymore. But Emily was right, sobering up was not something she wanted to do. They began to gradually drift away from their corner and closer to the front door, while still occasionally chatting about nothing in particular, and while waving a general goodbye to everyone as they disappeared from the living room. As they wandered past the toilet, Laura noted that the door was now open. Although the floor seemed to be covered in pee and stray pieces of toilet paper now. Kate detected Laura eyeing the bathroom. "Oh yeah, Jessie woke up while you were napping. We all had a good laugh: she just strolled in, grabbed some pizza and a nearly full bottle of wine, and apologised for hogging the toilet, and then walked right out while calling a ride home. The atmosphere just picked up from there." Laura let out a short giggle imagining the scene. She briefly considered her own need, but decided that she had just peed a while ago, and didn't want to step into that puddle anyway. 

Kate, Sandra, Emily and Laura began putting their coats on without much word, while more or less still sipping on their ciders. Kate finished hers and nonchalantly dropped the empty can on the floor. Laura commented on how nice Sandra's coat was. A long dark blue wool coat with shiny metal buttons really fit well with the rest of her outfit. Sandra thanked her while animately putting on a thick and fuzzy scarf. Emily's coat was bright red, and really stood out from the darker tones of the other girls' outfits. Laura paused to take another sip of cider, and decided to empty her can before going outside. Not that she was thirsty, but drinking from a metal can out in the cold surely would be less pleasant, and letting a good half can go to waste would be equally unpleasant. She downed the remainder in a couple of big gulps, set her can aside and resumed dressing. After some more mostly silent twirling of scarfs, putting on hats and making sure everybody had everything with them, the girls all looked at each other, and concluded they were all now prepared to step outside into the bitterly cold night. And with one more waving and hollering goodbye and good night to anyone nearby, they shuffled into the stairwell.

Edited November 6 by paatujo

[wetwulf 3,322]

I'm really glad you decided to return to this story. That was a hot scene of furniture wetting! I look forward to more chapters.