I first experienced the thrill of watersports before I even realised that it was sexy. I had just turned fifteen. Very keen on dancing. Very keen on boys. Very keen on gin. I was at a disco with my usual crowd. It was late. The music was thudding. The half bottle of gin I had sneaked-in in my handbag was nearly empty. But I didn't feel as completely plastered as my friends later told me I was. I felt great.
Laura, my best friend, suffered from just the smallest bladder in the whole world. She'd been drinking pints of the sweet cider her sweet tooth still likes today. So I wasn't surprised when I felt her tug my arm. No teenage girl likes to go to the bathroom alone in a big club.
I remember being a bit peeved because I was being chatted up by some boy. He was really mature, you know, seventeen or something :-). So I remember telling Laura that we had to be quick. Our arms round each other, to stop the other falling, we totted off to the Ladies loo.
There was a queue, of course.
I think I was talking about this boy, while Laura kept threatening to pee in her pants if the queue didn't get a move on. It was a hot early summer evening, and Laura was sweltering in her ripped PVC-trousers, with strands of material between the legs, fastened with safety pins.
I remember thinking, "I can go by the time she's got that lot down". So when a cubicle at last came free, I darted in ahead of Laura.
I was only wearing a short sleeveless denim dress, bra and panties, so it was a simple matter to hitch the dress over my bum, scoop down the dainty little white see-through knickers I was hoping to impress any boy with, and park my bottom on the toilet seat.
Laura was frantic with indignant rage / panic, "Hey! Hey!" she kept saying, "I've GOT to GO" she repeated with heavy emphasis, as her flustered fingers fiddled with her belts and buckles and pins.
I just laughed at the mess Laura was making of taking her trousers down. I laughed so much I had to try and stop myself so that I could pee properly. I think the hiss of my pee drilling against the side of the porcelain finally finished Laura off. With her back to me, I watched her black trousers yank down, rapidly followed by a pair of scarlet silk knickers, piped with a frilly fringe (very un-puck I remember thinking).
As she bent down to pull them down, Laura mooned me with her large pale pink buttocks. Being a redhead, Laura has an even milkier complexion than fair blonde.
I'd seen her naked before, but not quite so "in my face". I couldn't help but notice how very pink the rose of her arsehole was, and how very red the slit was between her soft puckered hairless pussy lips. Nor how quite heavy such a slight girl can be when she plonks her backside slap on your lap. "I've GOT to GO" had become "I can't wait", though with a laughing, giggling lilt in her voice.
I think the whole Ladies loo must have heard Laura grunt her "Agggggh" (the thumps of the disco outside notwithstanding) as she started to pee over my thighs. I flushed with embarrassment to think that the others in the loo might have thought we were up to some lesbo stuff, not to mention Laura's hot pee was running all down my thighs.
"Oi!!!" I shouted (making me blush further in case that too was misconstrued), making Laura jiggle up and down on my lap with laughter. Her bottom was parked right at the top of my thighs. She was virtually peeing on my own pussy.
Most of her pee drained between my legs, but a fair bit flowed back into my lap, dribbling either side of my pussy, and -- very ticklishly -- dribbling down to my arse crack before drip drip dripping into the toilet.
Some of Laura's pee went the other way, to run round the back of my knees and trickle down the back of my legs. Yucky!
I remember feeling so high, so shocked, so thrillingly naughty (and slightly odd that I wasn't more annoyed or disgusted or something). I reached my arms around Laura and gave her a big bear hug, trying to squeeze her bladder.
"Come on, get it all out" I remember saying. Laura half stood, and grinning back at me, wiggled her behind cheekily, before pressing one last little squirt of piss that landed on my knees.
It was the first time I'd actually seen pee come out of someone else's body. Sure, I'd been to the toilet with other girls plenty times and had heard them pee. Sometimes, if they kept their legs slightly open, I could even see a thin little shaft of pee as it hit the water in the toilet bowel.
But I'd never actually seen a pale yellow shriek of piss slip out from between the gentle folds of a girl's pussy. I remember thinking about it for weeks ... well years afterwards. At the time it never occurred to me that what had happened between us was a sexy thing.
And later, when snug in my teenage bed, I'd let my fantasises drift as I slowly masturbated, it never occurred to me to think about Laura's soft pink bottom urinating over my pale white thighs. I think I must of been a bit slow.
Anyhow, Laura, her eye make-up ruined by tears of laughter, pulled a fist full of toilet paper out, and carefully rubbed each of my shinny wet thighs in turn.
I parted my legs for her so that she could dry the insides by of my legs. I knew she could see right up my legs to my pussy. I'm not a hairy person and my pussy only has the slightest down of hair, topped with a small thin blonde bush. It doesn't cover much.
Looking back today, I'm surprised she didn't try and go all the way and seduce me. With some gentle pressure I think I would have yielded to her. Instead we hesitated at the threshold.
Still flustered, I grabbed some more paper and primly wiped my own pussy. Stood to pull my knickers up. Found that they were soaked with piss (and my best party shoes had been rained on too). I crossly whipped then off, and nearly pushed them into Laura's face. "You've ruined these" I exaggerated, and tossed the damp knickers in my hand bag.
And my small revenge. Laura didn't get off with any one that night. But I went outside with the guy I'd been flirting with earlier for a heavy duty snog. As we chewed each others faces off I let him rub my tits up.
But suddenly he put his hand up my dress to discover my knickerless jewel. Involuntarily, I snapped by thighs shut tight, squealed loudly, and gave him a belting big slap across the face, before spitting out some cross words and flouncing off. Well I just a girl … give me a break, I didn't fall to earth fully formed as a sex monster, I had to learn my craft!
So anyhow, next day I got to school and its like I forgot to dress in the morning. Every boy is staring at me (well, at my bits actually) as if I were naked. And friends tell me that all the boys are gossiping about me because they all think I really hot because I don't wear knickers.
And of course I'm publicly appalled, but secretly rather pleased — too many boys had still thought of me as cute tomboyish Emily, and hadn't really noticed that I'd grown up.