Confessions of a Pee Lover By Misty Meadow
I can pinpoint the exact day when I became obsessed with pee. I was eleven and one day, at lunch time, I went into the girl's bathroom at school, entered a stall, lifted my skirt and pulled my knickers down. I sat and peed, and just as the trickle ended, I heard the voices of two girls, one of whom I knew.
Her name was Delia and I had a crush on her. Being two years ahead of me, she moved in different circles and I could only worship her from afar, though one time she bumped into me in the corridor when no one was about and she put a finger under my chin, lifted my face and kissed me on the lips and told me I was pretty. That sealed it. From then on, she was the centre of my universe.
They chattered away for a minute or so, as I waited, and then the conversation stopped. I bent down and peered under the door. I recognised Delia's sneakers. She was alone. I pulled my white cotton knickers from my ankles up to my knees, lifted my skirt as high as it would go and trapped it by holding my arms at my sides. I swung the door open and stood there, wiping myself with a bunch of toilet paper. She stared at me and her jaw dropped. I tried to look unselfconscious as I nonchalantly tossed the tissue into the toilet bowl.
"Wow! Look at you, Misty! Do you always show of your cunt like that?" My heart was pounding, because I was showing off my most private part to the girl I loved. "You're so pretty! I always thought you were cute, but until now, I didn't realise how sexy you actually are. No, don't pull you knickers up just yet; I wanna take a good look at you." My pee-pee was tingling as she gazed at it. I don't know how long I stood there, deliberately displaying it to her but I was growing more excited and bolder by the minute.
"So, you like my pee-pee?" I asked. She laughed
"Your 'pee-pee'? It's called a cunt, Misty. You're a big girl now. You can talk dirty to me if you want."
"Then show me yours," I said, surprised at my own courage.
"I gotta piss, too," she said. I moved out of the way and she entered the stall, leaving the door open. I watched, enthralled as she lifted her skirt high and pulled down her knickers which were white cotton, just like mine. She sat on the loo and I stepped closer to see her pee stream falling into the bowl, making that delightful tinkling noise that excites me to this day. After a few seconds, she stood, pulled her knickers all the way up and sat down again. Then, to my delight and astonishment, I saw the front of her knickers darken with pee and soon it began to fall straight down into the bowl. It was the naughtiest, dirtiest, sexiest thing I'd ever seen. She was quite deliberately peeing in her knickers.
"I can see from your face that you're enjoying the show," she said, grinning, "about as much as I am." I realised that I was still holding my skirt up with my cunt exposed. I didn't want it to end. Her pee stream ended and she leaned back. I could see her pee-pee through the wet cotton.
"Why did you wet your knickers?" I asked
"Because it's forbidden. I like to do lots of forbidden things. We could do things together, you and I."
"But your knickers are gonna be wet for the rest of the day," I pointed out.
"I'll rinse them and my mum will never know I peed through them. You should try peeing in your knickers, Misty, it's fun." I resolved to take her advice at the next opportunity. I pulled up my own and smoothed my skirt down. We stood for a few seconds longer as I gazed at the vertical slit visible through the wet cotton, until the silence became awkward and then she pulled her knickers off and let her skirt fall. She rinsed them in a wash basin, wrung them out and stuffed them into her backpack.
"You're not gonna wear them?" I asked, incredulously. "You're gonna spent the whole afternoon with no knickers on? What if someone looks up your skirt?"
"I'm hoping they will, especially Miss Evans, the fucking lez!" Miss Evans teaches English. "If she got a good look at my cunt, I bet she'd cum in her knickers. She'd just love to get her hands on me."
"I don't like her," I said.
"Me neither. That's why I wanna drive her crazy."
"She could report you."
"What could she say; `I looked up Delia's skirt and saw she had no knickers on'? She'd only confirm what we all know, that she's gay. Don't worry, I won't get into trouble."
When school ended, Delia was waiting at the gate for me.
"Hey, Misty, what time to you have to be home?"
"My mum doesn't get home until after six and my dad's away, so I have a couple of hours to kill. Why?"
"Wanna come to my house and hang out?" I was suddenly flooded with happiness. I was going to have time alone with the girl I loved, the girl who liked to do dirty things.
"Is it far?" I ask
"Five minutes down Sycamore Lane. Come on, Kiddo, let's go and have fun."
Thus began my great adventure, my first foray into the wonderful world of pee play, girl on girl fun and lesbian love. We stopped off in the village to buy a large bottle of Coke at the grocery story.
"Drink as much of this as you can," she instructed me.
"I'm not thirsty," I said.
"You're gonna need all the fluids you can drink if you're gonna pee in your knickers, Misty." Wow, it seemed like we were going to continue where we left off in the school bathroom. I took several large gulps of Coke and handed the bottle to her. She finished it off. A couple of minutes later, we were at her house.
"My mum won't be home for a couple of hours," she said, leading me up the path to the front door. As soon as we were inside, she put her arms round me and kissed me firmly on the lips. I felt the tip of her tongue probing and I opened my mouth to let it in. My head was swimming and my cunt tingling, not only because I was becoming aroused, but because my bladder felt like it was going to burst. We went into the kitchen and she took a bottle of cranberry juice from the fridge. "This is the good stuff," she said, chugging at it. "It makes you pee taste delicious." I took it from her and swallowed a couple of mouthfuls. She'd said `Taste'; does she drink pee?
"Sit up on the breakfast bar," she said. "I wanna take your shoes and socks off." I parked my bum on the edge of the bar and lifted both legs. She unlaced my sneakers and pulled them off, then removed my ankle sox. Then she knelt on the floor right in front of me. "Put your feet on my shoulders," she said. Her face was just inches from the crotch of my knickers. "Oh, my darling Misty," she murmured. "I think I'm in love with your knickers." I giggled. "Everybody should wear white knickers, don't you agree?" I was ready to agree to anything. "Oh, my darling knickers," she said to my undewear, "I love you so much. Can I kiss you?" I giggled again, but it seemed she was serious because she leaned in and planted a kiss right where my cunt nestled beneath the white cotton. Her lips lingered for a few seconds, then I felt her tongue pressing, probing, trying to enter the gates of heaven. Then she looked up at me adoringly. "Ready for some real fun, Kiddo? Let's go into the bathroom." She sat on the counter and lifted her legs so that I could take her sneakers off and I was treated to a delicious close up view of her cunt. If she'd had any pubic hair, she must have shaved it off, because her mound was as bald as mine. I took my sweet time, gazing at her treasure, slightly more developed than mine, with proper lips and a little tiny clit up at the top. I could detect the aroma of sex that came from her, the same smell that I'd suck from my finger every night in bed when I touched myself. She stood and took off her skirt and blouse. In nothing more than her skimpy little training bra, she was the sexiest thing I'd ever laid eyes on.
"Oh, Delia, you're so beautiful," I breathed. She unfastened my skirt and let it fall, then unbuttoned my blouse and spread it wide. My bra was like hers, just a couple of flimsy cotton triangles held together with straps. My nipples showed through it. I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders. "I don't have any tits, yet," I said.
"I love you just the way you are." Did she just say she loved me? My heart raced. "Now, what I want you to do is stand in the tub and pee through your knickers, like I did at school." Oh, this was going to be thrilling! I stepped into the tub and turned to face her, me feet spread wide and my hands on my bum. Thrusting my hips forward, I let my bursting bladder go and my knickers became instantly soaked. Delia took the tooth-glass from its holder on the wall and tipped the toothbrushes out of it. She held the glass between my thighs until it filled up with golden pee. "Can you stop?" I shut off the flow. "Now," she said, raising the glass and examining it, "Let's see how you taste." She put the glass to her lips and took a sip. "Mmm, pretty nice!" The she drank about half of it and licked her lips.
"You like it?" I asked, incredulous.
"I love it. It's an acquired taste. I've been drinking my own pee for ages now and I'm kinda addicted to it."
"Let me taste it!" I demanded.
"No, I want you to taste mine. It's gonna be milder, given all the fruit juice I've been drinking all day." She tossed off the remainder of the glass, put it between her own thighs and filled it up. "Try this, just a few sips at first until you get used to it." I took the glass from her and tried a sip. Now I've tasted my own pee in the past (out of curiosity) and it was acrid, not pleasant at all, but her pee was surprisingly mild. I took a larger sip and then, as she watched, a large gulp which I swallowed.
"Oh, Misty, my darling, you like it! Oh, what joy, you're just like me! Isn't this fun? I love doing dirty things like this." I grin at her.
"It wasn't so bad; I could get to like it." I took another gulp, swallowed, then finished off the glass.
She stepped into the tub, put her arms round me and kissed me again, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. She tasted of my pee and I suppose I tasted of hers. Then she dropped to her knees between my thighs and tilted her head back right below the crotch of my knickers with her eyes closed. I knew what she wanted and I had plenty of pee left. I let loose and drenched her whole face, then she opened her mouth and my pee went right in. Her mouth rapidly filled and then she swallowed with her mouth open, not easy to do unless you practice it. She took another mouthful and it disappeared down her throat. Then another and another until my bladder was empty. She pressed her mouth to the crotch of my knickers and sucked, trying to get the very last drops of my pee, then she looked up at me, her cheeks shiny with pee, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Oh, Misty, you taste like champagne!" I doubt if she knew what champagne tastes like, but her words still thrilled me.
"Now I have wet knickers," I said, looking down at myself.
"Not a problem. These are Marks and Spencers knickers, right? Same as mine. I'll give you a pair and your mum will never know they're not yours." The idea of wearing her knickers, her most personal, private garment, set my pulse racing. My cunt would be nestling right where her cunt had been, and furthermore, she would eventually wear mine. "I still have some pee left," she said, standing up. I immediately dropped to my knees between her thighs, my face upturned to receive her golden nectar. I closed my eyes just in time to receive a strong jet of pee on my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, let it fill, then swallowed. I clamped my lips on her cunt to receive yet another mouthful which went down smoothly, like a good wine. (I knew what wine tasted like; I'd sampled some of the bottles in Mum's drinks cabinet.)
"Awesome!" I said, licking my lips.
"Let's rinse off," she said and I stood to let her pull my pee-soaked knickers off. She pressed them against her face, sucking at them to capture every drop of moisture. We took off our bras. Her boobs had just started to develop and her nipples were much larger than mine. We showered and she let me soap her tits. Just before we finished, she ran a handful of soap suds between my legs, probing with one finger. It was a thrillingly intimate gesture which made my knees feel weak. It was a promise of things to come.
Later, still naked, we sat out on the back porch, drinking cranberry juice. She told me of some of the exploits that she and her class mates had experienced, all of them centred around the act of peeing, and they excited me so much, I realised that I was becoming as obsessed with pee as she was. At one point, she went into the kitchen and came out with a glass tube with a rubber bulb on one end.
"What's that?" I asked.
"A turkey baster, but I'm gonna use it for a different purpose." She tossed off her juice and filled the glass up with pee, then loaded up the baster. "Open your legs, my darling little slut," she said, smiling. I felt thrilled to be called a slut. I wanted to do any dirty thing that she wanted. "Lift your legs up beside your head," she requested. Now my bum was up in the air. I must've looked pretty shameless from her point of view.
"I'm gonna fill your cunt with my pee, then I'm gonna drink from it," she announced. Wow! This was going to be awesome! She gently inserted the baster up my cunt and squeezed the bulb. The feel of warm pee inside me was something entirely new and amazing. I clamped my cunt around the baster to prevent any leakage, but soon I was full and her pee leaked out. She withdrew the baster and pressed her lips to my cunt, sucking all the pee out of me. She swallowed and a big grin broke out on her face.
"I've never done that before," she said, "drinking pee from a cunt. It was amazing! Wanna try it?"
"Absolutely!" I said, firmly. She lifted her legs for me and I pushed the baster into her and squeezed the bulb. Just as she had, as soon as pee started to leak, I removed the baster and buried my face between her thighs, sucking hard. I managed to swallow about a mouthful. "Oh, Delia, this is so thrilling!" I gushed. "The mixture of pee and cunt juice is delicious!"
"You're becoming just like me, Misty, you dirty little whore!" Her smile told me she meant that in the nicest way.
For the next hour or so, we took turns drinking pee from each other's cunts. The more I drank, the more I became accustomed to the taste. I was now able to swallow huge mouthfuls without grimacing. I was becoming a true piss freak, and I reveled in the feeling of "dirtiness" as I demanded more and more.
"Oh, my God, look at the time!" she said. "Mum will be home any minute. Let me get some clean knickers for you." We went inside and she took a pair of clean knickers from the dresser in her bedroom. I stood in front of her as I pulled them up my legs.
`Goodbye, my darling little cunt," she said, gazing at me hungrily. I put my blouse on and reached for my skirt. "Goodbye, darling knickers. I love you so much." Was she referring to my underwear or me? Either way, I was a very happy girl. I put the skirt on, then lifted up the front and pulled my knickers up into a deep camel toe. She laughed.
"I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun, but you'd better get out of her before Mum arrives."
We kissed, long and deep and then arranged to meet again the next day after school. I walked down the garden path to the road and turned in the direction of my own house. I could feel her knickers between my legs. I put my hand up my skirt and pressed the crotch against my cunt. How many times had she worn them? How often had they become aromatic with the scent of her sex? I hoped that she'd soon be wearing mine.
"How was your day, Misty?" my mum asked when I got home.
"Oh, you know, nothing special."
Now I'm a piss freak and a liar.
The end.