Betty, Bill and Richard 30 (Never again) Teen bisex M-M-F July, 2020
My name is Richard. Betty and Bill are my friends.
The summer of our fifteenth year we had done most of what we knew that three people could do with each other two weeks after school was out. The week before Pride we were just trying to rotate between handjobs, oral sex, anal and vaginal while making sure that each of us got off once a day. Other than face painting and listening to stories, Betty had left pride with a dildo harness and an old book of gay sex positions. After Pride, we experimented with new things including pegging, frottage and rimming. My parents had taken me to a PFlag meeting which seemed good for the parents but not my thing, and then took me to a church with an openly lesbian priest, which was kind of cool. My Dad had also bummed me out the same day by pointing out that Bill, Betty and I would likely go different directions after high school.
On Monday morning, Betty Bill and I made out and felt up each other's bodies. Cool as our sex together was, I have never gotten tired of French kissing those two people and the feel of their skin, his chest, her boobs, their fingers on my body. That filled me better than any breakfast.
Bill had begun bringing out lube, condoms and a box of tissue every weekday morning a while ago. I noticed that they were high on a table today. There were also three big plastic tumblers of water with ice in them. The outdoor shower also had soap and shampoo, and there was a bottle of mouthwash.
When we pulled away from our kissing and groping session, I walked around and looked at these things, wondering if this was a puzzle.
Betty and Bill are smarter than me, I'm positive of that. If my writing here is clever, it's because I'm writing about clever people.
"Okay", I said, "I see the ice water, the bathroom accessories at an outdoor shower, and that our lube and condoms are harder to reach, but I don't know what it means. What am I missing?"
Bill said, "You should have all you need. What did we do for the first time Friday?"
"I rimmed Betty. None of us had done rimming before", I answered.
"Good", Bill said. "Three weeks ago, wasn't that unthinkable and disgusting, something we'd never try"?
"Yes", Betty said. "And it turned out to be really cool!"
"Perfect!", said Bill. "What else in that book from Pride looked unthinkable and disgusting three weeks ago?"
"Naked thirty-five year olds!", I grinned.
Betty burst out laughing.
"What else?" Bill was getting impatient.
Betty wasn't done laughing, but she had figured out the answer. "Peeing!"
"That's right!" Bill said. He grabbed one of the tumblers of ice water. "Drink up, friends!"
Betty grabbed the next tumbler and started drinking the water. I followed her.
I looked at the two of them after my first sip, trying to wrap my head around what we were doing. "Who pees on who?" I asked. I dared not ask "why" yet.
"Unless one of you wants to be peed on, I'll be that guy", Bill said. "Whichever of you is ready first, let me know and we'll get ready."
I looked at Betty. "The book says that this is hot, right? For the person peing or the one getting peed on?"
Betty looked back at me doubtfully and said, "The book says that there are people that do this".
Betty is smaller than Bill and I, so I guess that her water tank is smaller than ours. After she'd drank most of her tumbler of water and about two minutes had passed, she announced that she was ready.
Bill nodded, though he looked less confident and cheerful than he had when we first arrived. I thought to myself that girls can't aim their pee the way a boy can.
Bill sat cross-legged right under the "rainforest" head of the outdoor shower. He looked at Betty and said, "I'm gonna inhale a chest full of air, then hold my breath. Hit me with it then". Betty nodded and I stood where I could see everything and kind of stay dry.
Betty unloaded and hit Bill in the shoulder, then moved around till she was on his face. I felt a couple warm splashes, and quite a bit was splashing back at Betty. Bill was very quickly shaking his head in the negative. Betty kind of squatted close to the shower drain, which was the best thing she could probably do. I fell into emergency mode and turned the shower on. The first burst from the shower was cold, but Bill ignored that and stood up quickly to let the shower rinse his face first. I put the bar of soap into his hands and he started washing his face furiously.
When his face had been washed and rinsed, he relaxed enough to open his eyes and breathe. "That was awful!" he said.
"Get yourself clean and then let Betty in the shower. A lot splashed on her." I told him.
"Oh, God, that was a bad idea", Bill muttered. He looked at me, "Did you get any on you?" he asked."
"Just a couple of drops. Probably washed off now".
He was washed and rinsed to his own satisfaction a minute later. Betty had the soap and was cleaning herself up, a lot more quietly and less panicked than Bill had been.
I got a towel and put it on Bill's shoulders. He thanked me. I kissed him, and happily all I got was the smell of soap.
Half an hour later us three lovers and nudists had been huddled under our towels like refugees. It was late June but somehow the sun was behind clouds and it was chilly after our group shower.
"I trust that 'never again' is our consensus after trying peeing as a part of sex." "Yes!", Bill said loudly. Betty agreed, just not as loudly as Bill.
I nodded. "You know, now that it's over, that might be the funniest thing any of us has seen in months."
Bill laughed the hardest.
We eventually got dressed and went to lunch, the cleanest lunch customers ever.
After lunch we stayed dressed for a change and just lounged around watching clouds.
BREAK On Tuesday morning we did oral sex as a triangle, and in the afternoon sat in a triangle and jerked ourselves off, which we hadn't done in a year probably.
Tuesday
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writers notes
Monday make out, watersports, never again. Tuesday handjobs Wednesday strap-on Thursday vaginal, first dance lesson
Friday establish routine till present (age 17)
Age 17 spring, other students start talking in health class, start asking questions at lunch.
First weekday after junior year another couple joins for a fivesome for one day.