The Mystery Basement Pee

[Kirby23 954]

Many years ago, when I was in college, I was casually dating a girl, "R," as kind of a summer fling. "R" was attractive, thin, with wide hips, and brown shoulder-length hair. Her personality was a little of a "dumb blonde," even though she had brown hair. Not the smartest, but fun for a summer.

I was living in an on-campus townhouse apartment at the time. I had two roomates, but "R" and I were in the apartment alone on a Friday night. We'd had a few beers, and one thing led to another, so we were fooling around a little. 

I don't remember exactly why, but we were fooling around in the basement (not in my bedroom). My guess is that it was because I shared the bedroom with one of my roommates, and we didn't know when he would be home. So we probably didn't think the bedroom was private enough. 

The basement had two parts - a finished part, with carpet and paneled walls, and an unfinished part, with a concrete floor, cinder block walls, utility sink, etc. The unfinished part was messy, with old junk and clothes everywhere.

We had only been hanging out a week or two, so this was the first time we fooled around. At one point my hand was in her pants, and she said "don't push too hard, I have to pee." I didn't think too much of it since we had both been drinking beers, it was not really unexpected. I asked "Do you want to stop for a minute, so you can go pee?" She said "no, it's fine, as long as you don't push directly on my bladder."

So we continued to do "third base" things for a little while. I remember her pubic mound was shaved, but her labia area was hairy. Her brown pubic hair was thick, and a little bristly. After a little playing, she got very wet down there. She was stroking my hard penis at the same time. My clothes were mostly on (with my penis out), but her clothes were mostly off.

All of a sudden, we heard the front door open, and footsteps above us. We panicked, and she quickly grabbed her clothes and ran through the door into the unfinished part of the basement, presumably to get dressed.

I went upstairs to see who'd gotten home. It was my male roommate, the one I shared a bedroom with. He'd just gotten home from work (at a restaurant). We chatted for a bit, and he left and jumped in the shower. We only had one bathroom. 

I went back downstairs to the basement. "R" was still in the unfinished area, with the door closed. A second later she came out, dressed. 

We grabbed our beers, sat in the living room, and were watching TV. A minute later, it occurred to me, that my roommate was still in the shower and R hadn't peed yet. I said to her "I'm sure my roommate will be out of the shower in a few minutes, and you can pee." It had probably been at least 15-20 minutes since she first mentioned it to me.

She said "It's ok, I don't have to anymore." At first I didn't think too much, but after a beat I asked "Didn't you have to go though?" She said "Yes, badly." I asked "Then why don't you have to go now?"

"... Because I already went. I couldn't hold it. I heard the shower start up and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it until he got out of the shower."

So of course I asked "Ok... where did you go? She said "Don't worry about it. I didn't make a mess or anything."

I pressed, but she never did tell me where she peed. We only dated a few more weeks after that. I probably asked her again at some point, but she never said.

To this day I don't know exactly where she peed in the unfinished part of the basement. Maybe the utility sink, maybe a floor drain, maybe just in a corner.

At some point later (maybe the next day?) I looked around for any evidence - a pee puddle, splatters, etc., but I never found anything.