Diving down into a new world

[morty98 262]

Hey everyone, I felt like writing down a story I thought of today. Please feel free to leave feedback!

SPOILER ALERT - SHORT SUMMARY HERE: A college student discovers a new life style where nothing seems impossible [content: peeing in naughty places]

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It was after a lecture ended, I just can't remeber, which. Honestly, there were more interesting things happening on that day in June. All started when we left the lecture hall. I did not look where I was going and bumped into this girl. She dropped the notebook and pen she was carrying. I really felt bad about my mishap. Well, at first. Later, I was kinda glad it happened.

Both of us bent down to pick the things up. She grabbed the notebook, while I got hold of the pen. When we straightened up again, I gave her a quick once over. She was wearing a short black and red checkered skirt and a worn-out black crop top which probably used to have a print of a band logo. I didn't know it, anyways. Strikingly, she wore combat boots.

I was born and raised in the countryside. Never did we know people who made such an appearance. But didn't I go to university to see and learn new things? This might be one of these things, I thought to myself. Somehow she caught my attention.

"I'm so sorry", I said. "Nevermind!" she answered, smiling to me. Something felt special about her, I just couldn't tell what, yet. "I'm Laura. Nice to meet you!" "Hey, I'm John."

Likely it should have been the other way round, as I was a pretty average looking person and not sticking out of the crowd in any way. Laura seemed to have noticed me before, though: "Weren't you studying in the library yesterday? Yeah, I saw you there. Cool we get to meet now!" - Wow, what a talkative person.

Before I could say a thing, Laura went on to ask me: "You know what? Let's go grab a cup of coffee together." I invited her in order to excuse for bumping into her earlier. We sat together for 15 minutes or so, before she said she had to leave. Anyways, we seemed to get along well, so we decided to meet again the next day, when we had more time to spare. Over the next few weeks, we spent a few hours togehter every now and then. We seemed never to run out of topics to talk about.

A rainy wednesday afternoon, we both missed the message that our lecture was canceled. We decided to make good use of the time, and Laura invited me over to her place. I hadn't been there before. She just made some remarks indicating that she wasn't living in a standard dorm or a similar accomodation. I felt excited to see her place, as everything I did with her was a dive into a new world for me. How deep I was set to dive into that new world I didn't know yet.

Laura had rented a room in an old air-raid shelter close to our university. By then, I knew her well enough not to be too surprised... The abandoned-looking building seemed to be partially used as a rehearsal room for rock bands, and partially as a cheap place to live for students and artists.

As we went in, Laura threw her jacket on the bed in the corner of her room. She grabbed a cigarette from a pack of Marlboro Reds that was lying on her desk and lit it, then holding the pack and the lighter under my very nose. "I really can't see why you wouldn't even try smoking one with me... But okay" she laughed. Well, I am a convinced non-smoker, but something about her puffing away a cigarette was turning me on. Maybe because it felt naughty and rebellious to me?

In the other corner of the room, there was a stereo blasting punk rock songs at full volume. Soon, half an hour had gone by as we sat beside each other on the bed talked about this and that. Suddenly, Laura stood up, went across the sat down again on her desk, facing me. Her hand, with her nails painted black, stroke through her fire-red coulored long hair. "John?" - "Yeah" - "If I am going too far now, please tell me, and I am not doing this again, but you seem to be cool with me living my life the way I want." I was cool with it, in fact, it felt adventurous to me to find a friend in a subculture I would never have imagined myself to slide into.

With a somewhat surprised smirk on my face, I answered: "I am. For the last weeks, I have stopped to ask myself questions about how you do things. But you got me curious of what is coming now."

"You might restart asking questions... ah you know? F**k it." With these words, Laura lifted her skirt up, unveiling her hairy pussy that wasn't covered by any underwear. Well, I could have guessed that, since Laura seems to do everything different to how I imagined 'normal' girls doing it. On the other hand, I wouldn't even have guessed if it was for her what followed then. Flashing her crotch to me, she started to forcefully pee on the dirty concrete floor between the two of us.

I was baffled and unable to find words for an eternity, at least it felt that way. The self-conscious expression on Laura's face was gone and had yielded to an insecure look. Silence seemed to fill the room, even if the music was still playing loudly. Untypically, it was me to regain my voice first: "Oh my god. That was unexpected!" Laura cut me off: "Ah sh*t, I knew I was going too far, I'm so sorry!" - "No, no, please!" I replied. "I'm not grossed out or something. It's just I'm not used to... pissing on the floor. That's what you just did..." I stammered.

Slowly, the energetic glance in Laura's eyes, which I learnt to love in the past weeks, returned. She started to explain: "You know, we only have bathrooms on the corridor here, and I just can't be bothered to walk there every time I need to relieve myself. It's just inconvenient, and my room has a drain below the bed." Curiously, I asked: "So you do this often? Like, pee on the floor?" - "Yeah, pretty much all the time. It's just free thinking for me, without the restriction that so-called society would make." That was my punk girl speaking again.

Laura always appeared to be surrounded by an energy, a kind of vibe, that was contagious. I still had to overcome some reservations I had, but I decided to ensure her that she did in fact not scare me. I took all my confidence together and asked: "After all, I think I could get rid of my breakfast coffee, too. Would you mind if I..." I was not able to finish my question, as Laura interrupted me: "You can't be serious. Just go ahead!"

Of course I did as I was told. I unzipped my pants and lowered them to my knees. Although I could have done it through my fly, I found it fair to grant Laura a look on my privates, too. After all, I was just returning the favor in that matter. Pulling my blue boxers aside, I took my cock out and held it in my hand. Not being used to peeing anywhere else than in a bathroom, I had to take my time to get going, but eventually added my part to Laura's puddle that was just running towards the sink. Never would I have believed to find myself in such a situation, had anyone told me before. Likewise, Laura expressed that she met many people at the university by now, but with nobody before me, she had the feeling that she could fully go with her special lifestyle, even with the edgy aspects of it.

I am pretty sure this will not have been the last surprise that was waiting with her, and I was only waiting to find out.

Edited August 22, 2022 by morty98
Added short summary, which I forgot yesterday...

[Peenicks 864]

This one's getting a follow from me, love Laura and her lifestyle! Great writing and pacing ❤️

[morty98 262]

@Peenicks thanks a lot!

[morty98 262]

Over the last few weeks, I was developing an idea for continuing the story on John diving down into Laura's world. Looking forward to your opinions.

Reading pt. 1 is strongly suggested in advance!

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Spending time with Laura changed me. Was I overthinking my life? Was it just her style rubbing off on me? I don't know. Never ever would 18-year-old me have guessed he wore ripped jeans and oversized black t-shirts a few years later.

Anyways, fall came and with it did the exam phase at our university. Laura and I got along very well, personally, so it suggested itself that we prepared our exams together whenever we had the same one to study for. We would meet at the library, spend our lunch break together at the canteen, struggle on until the late evening getting all the formulas and theories into our minds. Every. Day. I don't know whether I would have managed this alone. With Laura and me motivating each other, a lot more seemed possible to us. Nonetheless, it was an intense workload for everyone. You could tell it. As I can't concentrate well when having eaten too much, I would lose a few kilograms of my bodyweight over the exams. Laura, magically, used to keep her attractive shape. With her, you could best take notice of the stress by how rapid her pack of cigarettes depleted...

We were a good team, as we passed four of the five exams we attempted. Could (and would) have been a lot worse. After the last exam results were published, I decided we needed to celebrate our success. Making my way to Laura's air raid bunker, I walked past a grocery store and picked up a sixpack of beers. Her favorite brand, of course. I wanted to surprise her and say thank you for the support. When I arrived at her place, she actually managed to surprise (or even shock) me again. Having went there together with her every time I visited before, she used to open the door with her key. This time, I rang the doorbell - which isn't really a doorbell, but a giant marine horn honking the living shit out of you. How lucky was I not to drop the beers... Laura-style. Should've known better.

She appeared happily surprised to see me, storming out of the door and hugging me right away, giving me a hard time to keep hold of the beers for the second time straight...

"So good to see you outside of the damned university, now that we're free people again!" she cheered. "Definitely!", i answered. "Look what I brought. You got time for a few beers?" - "What kind of question is that? Come on in!" I did as I was commanded, following her to her room. She was wearing a knee-long, black skirt with a frayed hemline, a purple tank top with metal appliqués and a black leather jacket.

Walking through the rock band rehearsal room part of the bunker, I could not resist to tease her a little bit: "You're lucky you're getting a beer tonight. Almost dropped them when your doorbell went off..." She lauged, skillfully throwing her long red hair over her left shoulder and turning her head over to me at the same time: "I still need to hear it when the music's playing properly, don't I?" Why did I even ask...

We arrived at her room door, when she suddenly hesitated, almost winced. I noticed that right away: "What's the matter?" - "Eeeeh... I just thought I forgot something." - Her behavior seemed different and unknown to me. Having known Laura for a few months now, I never saw her think of doing things twice. "Must be nothing" I completed her sentence in the way I thought she would, while grabbing the door handle. I immediately was proven wrong, when she blushed noticeably. It can't be nothing.

After all, I decided to step inside. Laura weaseled in behind me. The stereo was blasting "One for the razorbacks" by Green Day. They've become one of my favourite bands thanks to Laura, who was still stepping nervously from one foot to the other. For a second, I thought I could hear her heartbeat over the music.

I put the beers onto the table and threw myself on Laura's bed like I used to every time when visiting her. Laura's breath stopped, she suddenly jumped towards me as if she wanted to keep me away from the bed... and then I noticed, why. Slowly but surely, I started to feel a cold wetness on my lower back that was creeping up to my shoulders, then taking to my arms and hands. Given my experiences from the first time I was in this very chamber, I could put one and one together... and a moment of quietness filled the room, even tough Billy Joe Armstrong was still singing: "...Well, look this direction - I know it's not perfection, it's just me - I wanna bring you up again, now..."

"I think I have something to explain", Laura broke her silence. "You know, you once told me I smoked way too much during the exams, and guess what? You're right. But it is a minute of freedom for me every time between all the studying, and I need a ventile for the stress. But then, I mean it's weird, but... I found another ventile."
"Like what?" I stammered.
"You will just have noticed. You know I'm not shy about my body functions... and... fuck it. I found out I just love pissing in my bed, sleeping on the soaked matress and under the moist sheets. There, now I said it."

Billy Joe Armstrong took over once again: "...I know I am crazy - And a bit lazy, but I will try - To bring you up again, somehow..."

I still hadn't moved from Laura's pissy bed. "Honestly, I expected you to jump up and run off now", she surprisedly remarked. I was not thinking of this. So for the next chorus, I joined into Billy Joe's lyrics and sang along:

"Cause I'm losing what's left of my dignity
A small price I'll pay to see that you're happy
Forget all the disappointments you have faced
Open up your worried world, and let me in"

More I did not have to say. A tear ran down Laura's cheek, and that glance in her eyes that I fell in love with was there again. She wrapped her arms around me, once again, and this time started to kiss me passionately on my lips.

After a while, I directed her to take a seat beside me on the bed, grabbed two of the beer bottles on the table, opened them with her lighter that I found nearby. I handed a bottle over to her, placed my arm around her shoulder. She took a sip, then rested her head on my chest. We sat there, in the puddle, and silently listented to the stereo for what felt like merely a second and an eternity all at once.

[Peenicks 864]

Aww, this was a cute chapter! Thanks for sharing @morty98