April's Birthday Gift

[Peenicks 853]

Disclaimer: Story contains watersports, sex, and trans & cis women partaking in naughty peeing. All characters are 18+

 

As I toss and turn half in a dream about jet-skiing in Honolulu and half awake. I can faintly feel something warm on my ass. As the dream fades from my mind, I feel it creep up towards my back. Eventually I turn so I’m lying on my back and just as I start to open my eyes, I feel a beam of hot water hit my face.

No surprise it’s Elise, standing above me on her phone in one hand and her dick pointed at me in the other. Elise is my girlfriend, and in only a couple months she’s really settled into the house. I can’t open my eyes fully without being blinded by droplets of her clear piss, but I know she’s standing over me with her brown hair still unkempt from last night’s “activities”, her brown eyes latched to her phone scrolling thru social media, and her olive-skinned lightly plump but muscular figure only covered by her Sonic t-shirt.

She lets out the last four spurts of her lengthy piss, one landing in my mouth. She turns her eyes to me and gives me a smirk I can’t resist.

“Laundry day” she purrs in her beautiful baritone voice

Elise isn’t as into pee as I am but she’s more than happy to indulge me from time to time. At this point it’s more out of convenience but most mornings I’m not complaining. We even had to get a waterbed so our mattress wouldn’t stink to high heaven, so I think she’s more into it than she lets on.

As she wipes the remaining droplet from her tip on my cheek, she extends a hand to lift me up outta bed before going to wash her hands. I follow her into the bathroom in preparation to take a shower, having slept in the nude, but not before giving her exposed ass a good smack with my piss covered hand. She lets out a delighted squeak.

“Next time I’m pissing on your toothbrush!” I threaten before climbing into the shower. I was joking but she knows I did that to a particularly shitty roommate in the past. I wasn’t quite as big nor strong as Elise, but I had darker skin, greener eyes, and blacker hair. I also had her beat in the ass department, and our boobs were about the same size.

“When you’re done, I’ve gotta surprise for you in the kitchen.” She called out before leaving the bathroom. After I finished drying off, I put on a modest white top and black skirt with a bra and pair of pink panties I really liked. I entered into our kitchen area to find Elise wearing only a black thong through which her large dick was incredibly visible. She had dollops of whipped cream covering both her nipples and was holding a cake with 2 candles on it, in the shape of a two and a four.

“Happy Birthday, April!” She hollered shaking her tits and dispersing some of the whipped cream by accident. I couldn’t help but smile at her bombastic display.

“Lemme guess, you pissed in the cake batter?” I asked.

“Aww, store-bought. But I would’ve if I could’ve, hun.”

Neither of us were too fond of cake and we certainly weren’t gonna eat a whole one by ourselves, so I decided to put a show on for her too.

“Well, guess I’ll blow out the candles.” I said, giving Elise a look to let her know what I was up to.

I produced my panties from beneath my skirt, discarding them on the kitchen floor where I laid the cake. As I got into a high squat above the flames, pulling up my skirt and baring my trimmed pussy to Elise I said, “Make a wish,” before letting loose a thin yellow stream that overshot the flames and landed on the blue and white frosting of the cake. I quickly adjusted my aim, swaying my hips back and forth, mercilessly pelting the candles and stripping the layers of decoration from the cake.

Elise was so aroused at this sight that I saw the head and part of the shaft of her dick spring out of her ill-fitting thong. I was in a euphoric state and beckoned her closer to me. Still spraying the cake, I begin to tongue at her breasts, licking what remains of the whipped cream and sucking on her rock-hard nipples. This is the only cake I need. Elise produces her cock, already leaking, from her panties and tries to aim it at the cake to join me. However, with my prodding tongue and her having spent all her urine on my face this morning, her attempt was short-lived. At this point I was also about to be spent, so I adopted a lower squat, my bare ass almost planted on the now soaked birthday cake. I can feel the wicks of the candles, wet but still hot, tickle at my rear. I do my best from this hunched over position to lick the dripping pre-cum and few droplets of urine from her beautiful cock. After the last drops of morning piss leak from my urethra we both move closer to the dining area, away from the cake and the sizable puddle on the kitchen floor. I continue to suck Elise’s dick, bobbing my head atop it and caressing it with my tongue. She climaxes quite quickly, and I swallow my sweet birthday treat.

As Elise sits at the dining room table, panting and tilted back in ecstasy and as I sit with my pussy touching the tiled floor, leaking a mix of my own juices I utter through shallow breaths to my lover

“Happy Birthday to me.”

[Peenicks 853]

Elise & April Hit the Town

 

In the afterglow of April and I celebrating her birthday in a way only she could, I decided it might be good if I put on some actual clothes if we were planning on going out today. As I go to change, licking the last of the whipped cream from my tits, I notice April gasp as she realizes that she left her favorite panties on the floor, and they got soaked during her little performance.

“Oh well, it’s laundry day anyhow. Guess you’ll have to go out without any panties today, hun.” I teased giving her a wink and a spank like she did to me this morning. Her ass was covered in a mixture of her own cum, pee, and a little bit of frosting (and it rippled like a water balloon when I smacked it). Maybe she should’ve waited a bit longer to take her shower. Regardless, I go into our bedroom and dress myself up in a black top that hugged my form nicely and a sparse plaid short skirt and no underwear to speak of. We both got our handbags, keys, and our water bottles of course before stepping into our shoes and out the door of our apartment.

April and I weren’t exactly rolling in it, but I had gotten a pay raise and made enough money from construction that I was able to splurge on her.

“Y’know I wouldn’t be getting new clothes all the time if you didn’t always steal mine and stretch em’ out.” she chides me in her ‘mom voice.’

“Pick uglier clothes this time, I won’t wear em’ then.” Without even seeing it I can tell she’s rolling her eyes, but I can also tell that she’s grinning. I’m lucky to have found someone willing to put up with me as much as she has. As we approach the strip of clothing stores, bookstores, and eateries I can see April get that giddy gleam in her eye. When we first started dating, she told me about how she would always pass by the malls on the road whenever her family had to move and lived close enough to one to actually go there. This wasn’t her first time on the strip, but I could tell she was still bedazzled by the experience.

“Where to first, hun?”

“Let’s try Goth Rocket”

“Oh, finally going thru your emo phase?”

“I know how it sounds but they’ve got more than just goth clothes there.”

April’s always been pretty defensive of what she likes; I think she oughta be more confident about it. Then again, I suppose I’m not one to talk. When we got into the store, it was exactly how I remembered it from high school: pitch black walls, anime graphic tees by the dozen, and black lights that made even the most colorful items they had mesh into one solid color. It was a little after we got in and I was watching April look at jackets that I felt it. The twinge in my bladder, which was to be expected considering I was chugging my water bottle the whole way here. I tried asking the employees for the bathroom but apparently, it’s employees only. No way in hell am I leaving my girlfriend alone so I can go piss in some run-down porta-potty on the strip. Now might be a good time to tell you I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, the thrill of possibly getting caught with my pants down in public gets me going.

“Hey April,” I beckon in a whisper “Come to the back!” I think she had already caught onto my game because her face was already a bit flushed when I beckoned her away from where the cashiers could see us. We were tucked away in an alcove that seemed perfect for a clearance rack or two.

“Can’t even behave herself in the first store.” She teases to me with a sultry gaze.

I’ve already untucked my cock from the waistband of my skirt, I see her eyeing my shaft peeking out of the hem. “Here’s good” I say casually walking over to a circular rack of all-black t-shirts I stand on the tips of my toes with my dick inside the sleeve of one of the tees and release. I can’t help but moan in relief as I flood the fabric with my eruption of piss. I sway back and forth letting my warm stream fill the light material and I feel it ripple with every patter against the fabric thankfully the thin tee is surprisingly effective at absorbing my pee and the sound. Eventually the shirt can’t hold any more of my gift and it begins to clatter onto the metal rack. To avoid making too much noise I move my cock to the next shirt, then the next, and the next, but still I feel nowhere near done.

“What am I even peeing on?” I ask April.

“Looks like Harry Potter tees to me”

“Eh, no harm done then.” I say as I fill the next shirt with my clear hot shower. Finally, I break the dam where I’m no longer bursting, and I let my stream slowly reside. As it wanes, a small spurt splatters on the tiled floor. I pull my dick from the sleeve of the half-soaked prince and find one of the remaining dry ones to wipe my slit and finally scratch that itch I’ve had on my asshole for the past hour or so before tucking my skirt back down and distancing myself from the vandalized display.

“Thank God, I was worried you’d have to move to the next rack.” April sighs. She acts a little peeved because I halted her shopping, but she clearly didn’t wear her panties either and I can see her dripping with arousal. It’s more fun when she finds out on her own, so I don’t say anything for now.

After grabbing a bite from the food court, me getting a burger and an XL soda to feed my caffeine addiction and April getting a BLT with a medium sweet tea. We were standing outside holding our drinks in disposable cups. Having watched me scarf down my food and drain my cup in a matter of minutes left April in awe.

“Christ, babe. Where do you put it all?”

“In you, sometimes.”

“Yeah, I think I have been putting on a few pounds.” she says, looking down at her perfectly round boobs

“Pssh, you wish.”

“I’ll outgrow you soon enough!”

She’s wrong but I love the gusto. Plus, she’s cute when she gets overzealous. I notice as we’re surveying the stores on the strip April starts to get squirmier. Even though April’s the bigger piss lover between us, she gets pretty shy in public. She also tries to hide her need in public from me cuz she knows I’m very… not shy, and I’ll goad her into it. Lucky me, I spot a golden opportunity.

“Ooo, look April. A wishing well!” I point excitedly at the grandiose fountain near the center of a somewhat quiet plaza.

“Let’s go! I was saving these coins for an arcade but I’m gonna game the system and get like 20 fuckin’ wishes.”

She can’t help but giggle, but she abruptly stops and darts a hand to her unprotected crotch. Thinking I didn’t see it she slowly pries her hand away to avoid suspicion and I can clearly see her dripping wet palm. Nevertheless I run over to the fountain and drop a few coins into its shallow mouth I hand her a stack of pennies I scrounged from my purse.

“Here, make a few more wishes birthday girl.” Giving her a wink and a pat on the back with the other hand.

She scrapes like a glacier across the stone tiles doing everything to avoid moving her legs too widely. I can tell she doesn’t wanna lean over the fountains rim for fear of losing control. The cascading flow from the fountain itself is probably torturous, but she stiffly flicks a penny in. Even in her awkward rigid state it seems hard to overstate how beautiful she is.

“Oh my god, you look gorgeous. I gotta take a picture of you here!” I excitedly yelp.

Taking out my camera I tell her to face the lens and she does so with the most uneasy tight-legged stance. At this point her bladder is surely critical. I prod her a bit more.

“Can you sit on the ledge of it? I wanna get the basin in the back.” Talking to her in my very art-studently cadence I had when we first met. I think it brought back some fond memories for her too, considering the dribble now going down her inner thigh looked like a mix of piss and other juices. She was hesitant but couldn’t counter my justification. She tried to naturalistically cover her crotch with her hands as she lowered herself to the stone ledge. She briefly moved her hands for a millisecond to sit more comfortably and in that moment, I heard a muted splatter on the unpolished stone. She was firmly pressing her bare pussy against the granite now, not recommended but very hot to watch and think of nonetheless.

At this point I think she knows my intentions all too well, so I give her an even more egregious command.

“Perfect, now move back.”

She’s resistant to the point where she can hardly move a muscle

“Here. I’ll help you out, hun.”

She’s able to mutter something that sounds like “Wait” before I sit next to her and scoot her rear over top of the beautiful blue water. The resemblance to a toilet isn’t lost on April’s bladder which spasms so violently she lets out a beautiful burst of unmitigated hot piss. A beam so violent I see the pool splash back onto her pussy. Luckily the sound of the fountain itself is somehow enough to cancel out April’s relentless torrent. Her moans of orgasmic relief are harder to stifle though, luckily the noise from the crowd had picked up as well. I even got the opportunity to snap a few photos of her lightly yellow colored beam spurting out from behind her stunning shapely ass. Even after almost a minute her stream would not relent, nor did she seem any more spent.

Even if not by her own volition, she couldn’t help but revel in her naughtiness and be playful with it. She delicately swung her hips make her stream pace back and forth across the increasingly discolored pool. The thought that she could do something so devious with almost no one seeming to notice, nor care must have lit up her brain like fireworks. I tossed a couple coins at her ass to pass the time which earned me a very huffy glare once she broke out of her euphoric trance. Once she finally stopped violently displacing all the coins beneath her rear and let the last few spurts of her pee go I handed her a food court napkin with which she tried to discreetly wipe her slit and the inside of her legs.

“So, what did you wish for?” I coyly asked. She responded by elbowing me in the boob, which I probably deserved.

Edited August 16, 2022 by Peenicks
Titling error

[Peenicks 853]

For those following the story: Who should narrate the next chapter?

"Love" Hearts for April ❤️

"Like" Thumbs Up for Elise 👍

 

Edited August 17, 2022 by Peenicks

[Peenicks 853]

Elise & April Hit the Books

 

Walking into the bookstore April and I could only think of one thing, graphic novels. April is a damn weeaboo and would curl up in the back to read as much of whatever manga series she was currently hyped over in-store before she got kicked out. When we get drunk or high, she spends most of the time trying to explain her manga to me and I spend most of my time wanting to eat her out while she does it. I don’t understand a fuckin’ word of it but I love her unbridled passion for what she talks about, even if she’s shy about it most of the time. Me, I’ve always been more into comic books. I’ll pick up the latest run of Spider-Man and read anything IDW publishes.

I must confess, that wasn’t the only thing on my mind. We’d been in at least three stores since we left the food court and none of them had a public bathroom in sight. Truth be told tho, I wasn’t interested in using a bathroom. Not just because I know April likes watching me pee but… I might be getting a bit more into it myself. Tucked away in the far corner of the store were a pair of bean bag chairs. April had already sprinted over to one of them with a manga that had a ton of chainsaws on the cover, metal. This was perfect for a little idea in mind. I ever so slightly untucked my penis from my skirt and fluffed it up a little so April could see. Clearly it would be hard to get her attention though, so I very intentionally cleared my throat until she finally looked up. My face barely caught her attention before she started staring at what was now eye level to her. A shade of crimson quickly covered her face, it didn’t take much to get her hot and bothered even after all this time. She carefully looked around us for passers by or security cams and saw nothing. Before I could even help her out, she untucked my dick and lifted my skirt high up in one swift motion.

“I hope you don’t think this counts as my birthday dinner.” She teased before tucking her obsidian hair neatly behind her cute ears. I felt her warm lips purse widely to allow me entrance, her hot breath bated as she truly takes in how mischievous and naughty, we both are. Her tongue tentatively feels the length of my head. Abruptly she takes initiative and swallows my shaft issuing a deep moan from myself and a quick gasp for breath from her before plunging back in.

“Don’t worry hun, I’ve got dinner planned. This is more of a… liquid lunch.” I whisper in a sultry baritone. I look to her eyes and see a jolt of surprise as my words dawn on her. Thrusting my hips forth, tilting my head back, and releasing the faltering hold on my bladder, I flooded April’s loving mouth with my geyser of sweet urine. I felt her throat get hot and begin to pulse as she tried to swallow the fountain of piss now trickling down it. It wasn’t hard to tell she was enjoying this. Her eyes now closed she grabbed my ass in an attempt to push my cock further into her. She was guzzling my hot urine down so effortlessly; she began to bob her head on top of my dick. Even maintaining my stream of piss was a challenge as she began to stimulate me more and more. I began to shiver in raw ecstasy at her touch; I thought I had perfect control over her, but she made my knees weak with her prowess and confidence. Unable to stop my flow of piss nor precum, I tried to sit in the bean bag chair next to her to avoid toppling over. April, however, stopped me using her grip on my ass and my peeing dick to keep me where I was. This was a test of my endurance not hers. Before long, something had to give.

Unable to utter a word of warning before an intense moan only barely muffled by biting my shirt, my stream of honey-colored urine stopped, and I erupted a jet of cum into April’s throat. My legs buckling, my nude ass collapsing onto the carpeted floor, my cock still throbbing and leaking cum, and both of us intensely panting. Hardly able to move my legs I crawled onto April’s bean bag with her, now soaked in both of our cum, but not a drop of pee to speak of. I curled up in her lap, both to cuddle and to show fealty to the stunning woman who had so effortlessly topped me.

“Wow, just… wow.” I eloquently stated.

“Yeah, thought I’d switch it up this time.” April smugly remarked

“You could do that the whole time!?”

“Well, kinda, yeah. You weren’t my first piss partner, after all.”

I knew that already, but I had no clue she could be that intense. Even years later I was finding new reasons to fall in love with this woman.

“Ooh, you really filled me up” April said dabbing her mouth with my furled-up skirt. Eventually I sat up from her lap, not yet covering up my bottomlessness.

“Yeah, but not nearly enough. I still gotta piss.” I said frankly

“Me too. Luckily, I’m already in the perfect spot.”

I could see her pussy clearly with her skirt hiked so high. She was slowly releasing her clear pee into the already soaked beanbag, letting it absorb into the greedy plush and fabric. She leaned back to give me a better view and her clear shower began to dully patter against the drenched material. Clearly my exhibitionism had rubbed off on her too.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Lending her a hand to stand up.

I discarded my skirt beneath the dry beanbag and April followed suit.

I felt like the MGS2 missions where you played as naked Raiden, sneaking around corners and avoiding security cameras. Eventually we found what I was looking for: the clearance section. They had to get rid of this cheap stuff one way or another. I was first to pick a spot to mark. There was a large stack of old pulp novels that clearly no one was buying. I pointed my dick at the shelf they laid on and sent a squirting shower on their bindings, swaying back and forth to cover as much of them as I could. I picked out one, a trashy horror book, and laid it open for me to drench the pages in my torrent of hot piss. It seeped into the pages, turning them a pale yellow and blurring the ink. I picked a particularly hefty book to finish in, doing my best to soak every page as my warm fountain wavered and I let out the last few spurts into an erotica paperback.

I could see that April was still dripping from cutting off her piss into the beanbag chair, so I looked to her to take her turn in our little game. She had seemingly made up her mind before I was even finished. She walked over to a small shelf that had miniatures for some old forgotten tabletop RPG. She was easily able to break them out of their flimsy packaging and was ready to subject them to a torrent of torment. She hovered her bottom above the figures, all standing up and spread around on the floor. She pulled no punches and aimed a forceful stream at the knight. She wiggled her hips to topple as many of them as she could at once. Her jet of steaming hot piss was so angry and direct that I’m convinced she could have split the flimsy plastic if she focused on just one, unfortunately for the miniatures, she did not. As her honey-colored flow cascaded onto the floor it made a massive wet spot on the carpet of this elegant bookstore. She wiggled her pissing pussy when her flow began to weaken to cover as much as she could and shake out what remained of her leak. Among the miniatures was a small “witch’s cauldron.”. As her last naughty transgression, April hovered her pussy precisely over the opening of this tiny cauldron and released the last few spurts of her sweet explosive urine into it, making her own witch’s brew.

Carefully putting the figures back onto the shelf, we quickly grabbed our skirts, still dotted in cum, and got out as soon as possible.

“Well, guess you’ll have to read that manga some other time. Sorry, babe.” I apologized.

“No worries, I knew you’d wanna piss somewhere naughty eventually. I’m just glad it wasn’t in the antique shop.” We both laughed it off and saw the sun begin to set.

“Arcade, then dinner?” I suggested

“Sounds perfect” April warmly smiled back.

[Darkguy 333]

Really good chapter.

[Peenicks 853]

Disclaimer regarding my story.

I know if you are down this far on the thread then you have likely read a good amount of my story so far, however there is a criticism I would like to get ahead of regarding my characters. No one has brought this to my attention thus far but I realize that my story seems to fetishize the idea of a transgender woman who has a penis. This can be upsetting to trans people, especially those who experience dysphoria from having a penis. Fetishizing and/or distressing trans people was not my intention, I can only speak on my own experience but I've come to see this was likely a tone-deaf decision in hindsight. As such I intend to retcon Elise's character as being gender-fluid from now on. This may seem like a pedantic decision to some but as someone who has dealt with feelings of dysphoria in the past I do not wish to inflict it upon any members of this community. I sincerely apologize for any harm or distress I may have caused and I encourage everyone to raise your concerns you may have regarding my characters' depictions in the future, as I've said I only have my experiences to speak from. Take care of yourselves, everybody!! ❤️❤️❤️

[gldenwetgoose 20,207]

I'm speaking here as a cis guy who I hope is an ally.   I'm also speaking as someone of a certain age who I freely admit struggles with a lot of the terminology, I make mistakes and would never intentionally offend.

I'm also speaking as a member of the team and a human being with a deep interest in making sure our community is as open, inclusive and accepting of all who share our kink, and making sure all who do have an appropriate respect for others.

So - on that basis - if the criticism you refer to has come from others in our community then we need to distinguish between positive constructive criticism and anything more negative.  The latter can be addressed by staff since it would fall short of the PF ethos.

I suspect more you mean self critique, which is always a valuable exercise - as long as it doesn't result in us beating ourselves up unnecessarily.   You've said there a couple of times that your fiction is based on your experiences, and your life path is no less important or valid than anyone else's.   If you wish to progress Elise's character in a similar direction to your own steps then of course do so.  It's right to respect and be thoughtful for the experiences of others but please balance any pressure, guilt or worry against your own self belief and self-esteem.

Final comment - I said above we aim to be an inclusive community - but that doesn't mean every byte of data on the site will appeal to every use, how ever could it?   So, if your writing doesn't appeal to someone due to their dysphoria of a penis, if it doesn't appeal to someone with rigidly straight preferences, or whatever other reason, they are welcome to use the 'back' button to quietly head off in the direction of something more to their taste.  We all know you're not writing to offend.

[Peenicks 853]

19 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Final comment - I said above we aim to be an inclusive community - but that doesn't mean every byte of data on the site will appeal to every use, how ever could it?   So, if your writing doesn't appeal to someone due to their dysphoria of a penis, if it doesn't appeal to someone with rigidly straight preferences, or whatever other reason, they are welcome to use the 'back' button to quietly head off in the direction of something more to their taste.  We all know you're not writing to offend.

I appreciate your input! I don't mean to sound self-flagellating. My main purpose was to discourage viewing my depiction of transgender people in the story as a fetish. It's reductive and unfortunately common amongst pornography to fetishize transgender people and I simply wanted to avoid that connotation.

[Peenicks 853]

Apologies for flooding this post with heavy/triggering discussion topics. Next chapter will likely be soon!

[Albionis 412]

1 hour ago, Peenicks said:

Disclaimer regarding my story.

I know if you are down this far on the thread then you have likely read a good amount of my story so far, however there is a criticism I would like to get ahead of regarding my characters. No one has brought this to my attention thus far but I realize that my story seems to fetishize the idea of a transgender woman who has a penis. This can be upsetting to trans people, especially those who experience dysphoria from having a penis. Fetishizing and/or distressing trans people was not my intention, I can only speak on my own experience but I've come to see this was likely a tone-deaf decision in hindsight. As such I intend to retcon Elise's character as being gender-fluid from now on. This may seem like a pedantic decision to some but as someone who has dealt with feelings of dysphoria in the past I do not wish to inflict it upon any members of this community. I sincerely apologize for any harm or distress I may have caused and I encourage everyone to raise your concerns you may have regarding my characters' depictions in the future, as I've said I only have my experiences to speak from. Take care of yourselves, everybody!! ❤️❤️❤️

Honestly as somebody who quite often detests the fact that i was not born a ”real woman” your story was really good and didn’t come across as offensive at all atleast that’s my opinion just wanted to let you know. 💖

[gldenwetgoose 20,207]

My one area of comment is nothing to do with the characters or their actions.  Just the observation that in the most part your narrative is in the past tense but on occasions jumps into present tense description.

My personal preference for what it’s worth is definitely for the past tense description of story telling. It feels much more natural for me to have a person relaying on what they saw, heard and said rather than the third person telling me what they are seeing, hearing and saying. 

Otherwise I really enjoyed everything about the stories and the characters there. Quite believable and real. Looking forward to reading more. 

[Peenicks 853]

Yeah, I believe some of my other stories had that issue too. I thought that certain scenes would work better in present tense such as the first scene and parts of the fountain but as I wanted to skip ahead and provide more detail the diegesis sort of naturally shifted.

[Peenicks 853]

April & Elise: Table For Two

Elise thought it’d be cute if she surprised me by blindly guiding me to where we’d be going next. Unfortunately, I know the city better than she does, so I ended up guiding her instead.

“I appreciate you trying to surprise me with Zucco’s. They have amazing focaccia.” I gushed

“So, I’ve heard… every time we pass by it.” She joked back.

I tried to playfully elbow her again, but I think I went a little too hard judging by her startled reaction. I think I'm starting to act more and more like Elise, she's always been the bolder and sturdier one between us. Back when I was with Astrid, I was the bold one. Ah, I shouldn't have these things clouding my head. It's my birthday, for God's sake! That even sounds like something Elise would say. I gotta get out of this mental spiral.

"You coming?" I hear Elise's voice chime as she holds the door open for me, who's trailing behind lost in thought.

I ran to catch up with her.

"You made reservations to this place, but you couldn't find it on Maps?" I asked only half-joking

"Shut uuup!" she said clearly embarrassed. I don't get to push her buttons often but it's always fun when I manage to. We sat down in an elevated booth, clearly meant to house a party of four.

"Wow, hardly anyone here tonight."

"Looking at these prices I can see why." Elise mumbled under her breath

"We can split it, Elise." I reassured her but she shuts me down in record time.

"Nope! No chance in hell, this is your birthday. I'm not letting you spend a fucking dime!" I told her that I already bought a bunch of stuff at the arcade, but she said she'd pay me back next week. Even though I liked surprising her at the bookstore, I can't deny it's sexy when she takes control too. She bought us three beverages each: water, soda for her (tea for me), and an uber expensive bottle of white wine. By the time we got our food she'd gotten so many soda refills that I could've swore she was trying to speed-run a kidney stone.

"You weren't lying about the focaccia, this shit rocks." Elise mumbled through a mouthful of flatbread. 

Our waiter Luce came by the table to ask if we needed anything else. Elise needed another soda, of course, but I noticed they had come by to check on us quite often. To be fair there weren’t many tables to wait but it still struck me as peculiar. Before I could think to bring it to Elise's attention, however, she tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey April, I think there's something under the table. You should check it out." She says, not even trying to hide her intentions. It was dim in the largely candlelit restaurant and hard to see under the thick table cloth but I could unmistakably make out the shape of Elise's penis jutting out from beneath her skirt, now laid above her bare thighs and ass.

Embarassingly even just the silhouette was enough to make me flustered and turning red but I had my concerns. "You can't piss in here! This is a fancy restaurant, there's only a few people here, and Luce will probably be back soon!" I chided her in a hushed voice.

"But that's why I wanna piss here." she rebelliously smirked. It was clear we were both a very bad influence on one another. Nevertheless she pretended to pout and complied. We were both talking about work when Luce came back to the table.

"Let me guess, more soda?" they replied in an endearing friendly tone. Without waiting for an answer from Elise they took the empty cup and filled the other with water from a pitcher they carried.

"I'll take another iced tea too, please." I politely asked. But it was while asking this I heard something that startled me: the unmistakable, telltale sound of a stream hitting the carpet beneath our feet. Frozen, almost unable to move, I looked to Luce for a reaction expecting the absolute worst but they didn't seem to notice at all.

"Sure thing!" they smiled and jauntily walked away, pitcher and cups in hand. I couldn't believe it, I could hear it clear as day but they didn't even register it. I look to Elise, the obvious source of the pattering noise that I still heard.

"The hell do you think you're doing!?" I almost want to yell.

"What? They're hot. I couldn't help myself, oh fuck this feel good." I hear Elise softly moan as she leans back in the booth. Her leaning and erect dick caused her stream to start hitting the underside of the table. From her sensual moans and sighs of relief with the loud splatters issuing beneath her, it would have been clear as day to anyone viewing what was going on.

I peered underneath the cloth once more and could see the reflective cascade of hot piss hitting the table, creating a dark stain on the material and ricocheting onto the overflowing carpet as soft droplets. As Elise wiggled her hips a little bit, guess she had caught me staring, I saw her stream hit a piece of discarded gum before a spurt of her pee hit me in the face. A droplet or two hit my eye but most of it landed near my mouth; I could taste its acidity and sour flavor.

"Whoops, sorry honey." she purred in a sultry baritone. She knew it was nothing serious but the teasing was a bit much. I could hear the splashing underneath me start to wane and then stop "Alright, I'm done. Well, I'm not done done, but I'll stop."

Wiping my face with a cloth napkin I sarcastically congratulate her, "I appreciate your restraint."

As if on cue, Luce returned with a soda in hand.

"Here you are. I'm sorry, what did you have to drink ma'am?" they asked courteously

"Just an iced tea, thank you."

"Of course, I'll be right back." they scurried away, almost nervously. Were they the only server available tonight? That must be tough to handle, even with just a few tables. Drinking more of the wine and the water while I waited and thinking about Elise's naughty behavior got my bladder all revved up as well.

"Well since you already got our booth all dirty..." I trailed off before hiking up my skirt above my rear, setting my bare ass down on the upholstery, and parting my legs. As I closed my eyes and tilted back so I could relax my bladder I felt an unexpected sensation, the warmth of someone's lips wrapping around my pussy. I opened my eyes to see Elise nowhere in sight. I don't think Elise had ever drank pee before, not intentionally at least. But with her taking the initiative, I couldn't deny her what she wanted. I relaxed my bladder and pissed a hot stream into my girlfriend's waiting throat for the first time. I could picture her hearing the noise when it fills your throat, realizing the taste when it hits your tongue. I started with a soft stream, tentative in case she couldn't handle it. Although it shouldn't have been a surprise to me, she began lapping it up, I could feel her hot breath against my flower as she swallowed at a good pace. I hit the threshold where my bladder wasn't so tense and my flow of hot piss became more concentrated. I was worried she'd be overwhelmed but she continued on, I heard her ecstatic moans beneath me, making an attempt to caress my clit with her tongue while she swallowed.

As my ember fountain began to spurt and then fade I expected Elise to get up and tell me how it was, as usual it seemed I was wrong. She lapped away the last droplets hanging from my pussy, which felt great, but she kept going. As she continued she plunged her tongue deeper into me, hungrily lapping at my pussy and causing me to begin to spasm and moan in ecstasy. Like I had done before, she grabbed my butt and pulled me closer to her lashing tongue, I started to buck and bounce involuntarily as my mind lit up with fireworks. I was only barely spatially aware enough to notice Luce returning with my iced tea. Stopping my movement as much as I could I stood perfectly upright, trying not to make eye contact while I was being devoured by euphoria (and by Elise).

"Here you are, ma'am" Luce said looking at me then to the empty space next to me.

"Thank you. Sh-She's in the bathroom." I managed to utter

"Ah" they curtly replied before running back to deal with another table

During this whole exchange Elise let up not once, still tonguing and feasting on me as wildly as before. As she began to stimulate my clit too in the midst of this, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Elise, I-I'm..." was what I was able to get out before erupting in a blissful climax. 

Slumped down with my asshole practically touching the booth seating and feeling unable to move after that ravaging, I tried to reach for my fork but it just wasn't happening. That being said it was one of the best birthday gifts I had gotten all day.

With us both above the table and Elise wiping her face I decided to take a sip of my iced tea. It got warmer faster than I expected but it had been sitting for a while by then. When I took a sip I noticed the taste was peculiar and it looked oddly discolored, my guess was it was simply the last of it they had on-hand that night. I didn't think much of it as we ate the rest of our dinner and shared work stories back and forth.

By the end of the night we were stuffed, all the food was perfect. When Luce came by to check on us they already had our check in hand

"How was everything?"

"Fantastic" we both replied not quite in sync.

This made them giggle a bit. They paused for a second afterward, looking at the check in their hand seemingly lost in thought.

"It's on me, you two." Luce replied very assuredly. Elise and I were both shocked to say the least.

"Really? What's the occasion?" Elise replied

Luce seemed to flush in embarrassment at this question "W-well, I... can I show you something?" they hesitantly asked of us.

We both nodded unsure of where this was going but liking what we heard. Luce grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and pulled it up to us, they placed the open book with the check inside it on top of it. Pausing again and clearly quite nervous, they yanked their pants down from beneath their apron in one swift motion, revealing they were fully commando underneath. They hovered their ass above the cushion of the seat, giving us a clear view of their untrimmed yet neatly manicured pubic hair and small pink pussy. As if they'd been holding it all night, they burst a stream of clear hot urine onto the seat, soaking the useless check and cascading off the seat onto the poor carpet. They raised their ass higher as if to give us a better view of the spectacle and their stream began to overshoot the chair, nearly landing at our feet as we were starting to shuffle out of our booth. Elise was stunned to silence at this brazen act and we both were quite turned on to put to bluntly. They readjusted their torrent once more and the curt splatter onto the cushioning was even louder than before. It seemed we were the last one left in the restaurant, and thank God for it.

As their stream became a trickle on the ruined upholstery and even more ruined checkbook, they reached into the front of their apron to tear off a sheet of paper from the notebook they use for orders and wipe the last of their piss.

"Well, can we at least give you a generous tip?" Elise joked to break our shocked silence.

"How about a phone call?" Luce shot back clearly excited at our approval. As they dragged their workpants back up and walked over to the two of us they handed me another piece of notebook paper with a number on it. As they walked away still trying to get their pants up over their perfectly shaped ass they hollered over their shoulder to us.

"Have a good night, you too. Don't worry, I'll clean up the mess." Before vanishing around the corner.

"Daaaaamn, maybe you should've told them it was your birthday to get a personal show." Elise said grabbing the notebook paper from my hands.

Edited August 18, 2022 by Peenicks
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