Champagne Reception

By: Suzy Suburbanite

Part I

Chapter I

For as long as I can remember I've been fascinated with watching girls pee. Ever since I was a little girl, when my best friend and I would sneak into the bushes behind her house and we would take turns pulling down our panties and watching each other pee on the ground.

For all intents and purposes, I am a heterosexual woman. I like men. However, every now and again, I feel a compulsion to view other women pissing, preferably outdoors and preferably when they know that I'm watching.

I still can't explain this fascination, but I've found that I am not alone in my kink.

During my freshman year of college, I accidentally interrupted my roommate pissing in our bathroom, but instead of getting mad at me, she opened her legs wider so I could watch the golden stream leave her body. Darlene, my roommate, just smiled at me as she peed and wiped.

"Ok, your turn," she giggled at me as she pulled up her panties and jeans.

In the blink of an eye, I stripped off my blue jeans and tiny panties, sat on the toilet with my legs spread wide, and let loose my own steamy piss. I watched her as she stared at my cunt give up its yellow flow. Darlene became excited; her breathing short and rapid, she bit her lower lip and moaned quietly as her eyes remained fixed on my faucet.

Never during the pee games with my childhood friend did either of us get sexually aroused, it was always something that was just neat and fun to watch. But, as I watched Darlene grow ever more aroused, something inside me stirred and my switch was turned on as well.

"C'mon," Darlene said as she grabbed my hand and led me, naked from the waist down, to our room, "let's go Jill-off."

We sat facing each other Indian-style on her bed. I was very nervous, as, until that point in my life, I'd never done anything sexual with another girl. Darlene went first, and I was as enthralled with her display of lust while she rubbed herself to an orgasm, as I was when she peed. She stroked and spanked and pulled her pussy, she grabbed her breasts through her t-shirt, building towards a trembling orgasm.

"Oh shit yeah! Oh...I'm fucking cumming...oh shit...oh shit!" she growled through clenched teeth, as she threw her head back and climaxed right there in front of me.

"My gosh Darlene, that was too hot," I all but moaned as I watched her come down from her climax.

"Oh Christ Anne," she gasped to me, "I really needed that."

"Wow," was all I managed as a sat staring at her hand still rubbing that glistening, wet hole.

"Take off your shirt," Darlene demanded more than asked, "I want to see your boobs while you do it."

"O...o...ok," I stuttered nervously as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, revealing my firm, little martini-glass boobs to my roommate.

"I...I...I've never done this in front of anybody before," I apologized, "how should I start."

Darlene uncrossed her legs, spread them wide, and leaned back on her elbows, "Just think about my pee coming out of here," she said in a sly, naughty voice as she slowly traced a finger around her swollen, red labia.

I began rubbing myself, tentatively at first, and then building, building, building my own lust. Darlene was doing it again. She masturbated along with me, both of us moaning, "ohing" and "ahing". I closed my eyes and became lost in my desire when suddenly; I was shocked out of my revelry by Darlene's mouth attaching to my left nipple.

"Darlene!" I exclaimed my shock as my eyes shot open.

"Just go with it Annie," she said as she raised her head and looked at me. Then she dipped her head back to my breasts and licked, sucked and tweaked me closer towards my climax.

Unlike Darlene, I am not at all vocal during sex. I am more a sigher and moaner, than a talker and screamer. I closed my eyes again and rubbed my button as Dar sucked and bit my nipples.

"Ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhhh," I sighed rhythmically as my climax approached.

The slick, wet, slippery noises from my fingers and Darlene's sucking filling my ears, and the warm humid aroma of our excited pussies filled my nostrils as I came.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I moaned in one long sigh of release while thinking of Darlene's hot pee shooting from her pussy.

My eyes remained closed as I pushed Darlene away from my sensitive body and I waited for my breathing to return to normal.

"Watch me Anne," My kinky roomy commanded my attention.

I opened my eyes to see that Dar was on all fours, faced away from me. Her round, flawless, white bum parted fully, exposing her sloppy, wet cunt and pink butthole.

"I'm gonna do it again! Oh shit Anne...I'm cumming again," Dar was panting and gasping as she vigorously plunged two fingers into her juicy hole.

"Fuck! It's so fucking good. I'm coming for you Annie...I'm cumming for you right noooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," she wailed through her climax and slumped her shoulders to the bed as her body convulsed and her open pussy spilled its joy down her thighs and onto the bed.

I watched my roommate twitch and jiggle and slowly come down from her climax. Her body wet with a light coating of sweat. She lay before my confused gaze with her ass still high in the air, stretching her arms before her like a cat waking from a nap.

"Fuck," she mumbled into the sheets, "that was good Anne."

"Ya," was the best response I could give, as my gaze stayed transfixed on her pulsing pussy.

Darlene slumped back onto her heels and rolled over to face me, "That was so cool Anne. Why didn't you tell me you were into watersports sooner?"

"Watersports?" I was not quite as worldly as my friend.

"Yeah, you know, pee games and stuff," she explained.

"Oh, that," the light bulb went off over my head, "I just like to watch. I have since I was a little kid."

"Cool. Same here," Darlene winked at me, "I've been doing it for a long, long time. What else do you like to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know...do you like to get peed on, or do you like to pee on people?" she asked.

"On no," I shook my head, "that's gross Dar."

My sophisticated roomy laughed at my prudish, inexperience, "I think I may have a lot to teach you sweetie."

Darlene moved close to me and hugged my bare chest tight to her body. Her wet pussy rubbed against my calf. My horny roomy lightly humped my leg as she held me tight.

She pulled away slightly and looked me in the eye, "That was so much fun Anne, we'll have to do it again...soon," and then she shocked me again and kissed me on the mouth.

Chapter II

Darlene and I played our wet games a couple or few times per month during that year of school. As we prepared to break for the summer, all I could think of was introducing Nancy to the other, sexy side of our pee games.

Dar went to Europe with her family and I went back to Chicago for a summer apprenticeship with my father's lobbying firm. (I was a political science major) We promised each other that next year we would get a place off campus where we could entertain our boyfriends and play our secret games with a touch more privacy.

"I'll miss you baby," Darlene said as she stood by the backdoor of her father's car, "I'm gonna miss your hot cunt all summer long."

She shocked me yet again as she gave me a French kiss right there, out in the open, for the entire world to see.

"Hu hum, I don't mean to interrupt..." Dar's father spoke.

He wasn't even shocked as he calmly opened the trunk and put the last of Darlene's belongings into the car.

Dar got into the front passenger seat and her father closed the door behind her, "Don't worry Anne," he whispered to me, "I know Darlene's gay and I'm cool with that."

I just stood fixed on the sidewalk as I watched my roommate drive away for the summer, I was ready to scream for her to stop, 'GAY?...what do you mean gay?' My own panicked voice was echoing in my head.

Now I was really confused. I never thought about being gay, or a lesbian, or a dyke, or whatever the politically correct term was these days. Darlene and I never did anything really gay...I mean; it's not as if we were eating cootchie or anything like that. The end of my freshman year at Mount Holyoke was certainly coming to an unusual, thought-provoking conclusion.

My mom picked me up from school a few hours later. I was sullen and confused as we started our long drive out of South Hadley. My mom caught-on to my emotional dilemma pretty quickly.

"Do you miss her already Anne?" My mother asked somewhere around the Mid-Hudson Bridge.

"Wha...huh...what did you say mom?" I was stunned by my mother's question.

"I asked you if you miss the special friend you're thinking about," my mother said bluntly.

"What are you talking about mother," I said in an indignant voice of denial.

"I had the same look on my face when I came home from my freshman year."

"MOM! What the heck are you saying?" I was completely flabbergasted at my own mother's revelation.

"Oh Anne, what were you expecting at an all-girl school?" My mom elaborated, "I thought that's why you chose Holyoke."

"MOM!"

The remainder of our trip to Skokie was spent in pensive chatter about my course work next year and my upcoming internship with my dad's firm. I occasionally gave mother long sideways glances, wondering how "special" her friend was in college. Every now and then, she would catch me staring and she just smiled a warm, knowing smile.

"You know, Nancy is already home from school," my mother deftly changed the subject, "she's called three or four times wanting to know when you'll be home."

"Uh huh," I was trying to act indifferent, but on the inside I was squirming...thinking of Nancy and me peeing in the bushes and masturbating together.

"She is interning at her uncle's ad firm two floors up from daddy's office," mother explained how Nance and me could share a ride, "won't that be fun for you both?"

"Um yeah...I guess," my high-priced, Ivy League education was really shining through in my monosyllabic babble.

Somewhere around Akron, I began wondering what my mother and her "special" friend did with each other in school. I know I've met her "best friend" from college. A skinny, dark haired woman named Nannine, or "Noo-Noo" as my mom referred to her when she had visited our home during my childhood.

"Mom," I paused a moment and considered if I really wanted to know the answer about how "special" mom's friend was, "mom, was Noo-Noo your special friend in college?"

My mother chocked a bit on the soda she was sipping, "Anne! Why THAT question all the sudden?"

"I'm just trying to understand how "special" your friend was," I was speaking as calmly as I possibly could, but my arms and shoulders were trembling slightly as I waited for my mother to reveal her secret.

"Yes, Noo Noo was my special friend...we were lovers. She still is a very special friend...just like Nancy is your special friend," my mother catching me off guard with the last comment.

"Nancy? What do you mean?"

"Well...I assume you're lovers, right?" mom shocked me.

Does everybody think I'm gay?

"No mom...Do you think I'm gay mom?" just cut to the chase I thought.

"Oh, of course not dear. It's just that we girls need special friends who can understand the unique desires that women have," she explained.

I stared at her incredulously, "Do you have any other "special" friends?"

"Don't be so nosey young lady," mom mock scolded me, "besides, you haven't told me about your friend at school. What's her name?"

"It's Darlene."

"Oh, just like me and Nannine. We were roommates too you know," she sounded so happy for me, "I don't know that I could have made it through my first year of school without her tenderness."

"So, is there anybody else mom?"

"Yes dear, Mrs. Berg," mother shocked me. More so, because Mrs. Berg is a Vassar girl, than that she is a neighbor, "your father and Mr. Berg both know and accept this. That's how I know about the naughty games you and Nancy played behind those bushes."

"What?" I had visions of bad things to come.

"It's alright Anne. You can see the bushes in the Kennemen's backyard from the Berg's bedroom window. I've known that you and Nancy like to play games that some people may not understand...but I do," mother winked at me.

'Shit! My mom just winked at me about the piss games Nancy and I played,' I wondered how long she knew.

"H...ha...how long have you known mom?" I stuttered.

"Since you were nine or ten," mother said very matter-of-factly, "It just means you've inherited some of you mother's little kinks is all."

For the rest of our drive home, Mom gave me all the details of her relationship with Noo-Noo and with Mrs. Berg. I started to feel true sisterhood with my kinky mother as she told me about the piss games she played as a girl, and how she discovered a different sexuality while she was at Mount Holyoke. She shocked me once again, as my dear kinky mom told me of her adventures in girl loving and of the closeted lesbian societies that exist within my community.

"Have you tasted Darlene yet?" mother asked.

"N...no, I don't think so," I still wasn't sure.

"Anne dear, either you've had your head buried between her thighs or you haven't."

"I let her kiss my boobs sometimes and we practice kiss a lot, but usually we just watch," I tried to explain my fun times with Darlene.

"Do you want to make love to her dear?" mother asked.

"I don't know mom, I think I might...at least I think I'd like to try," I confessed and relayed what happened when Dar's father picked her up at school.

"Well dear, I'll make sure you have all the space you need this summer to figure things for yourself," she laid her plans bare for me to accept or decline, "we built-out the basement as an apartment for you, so if you and Nancy need some privacy, then you'll have it. I just want my darling daughter to be happy, like me."

"Thanks mom," I was amazed. My mother treated me as an adult for the first time in my life.

"Mom, if it was a guy would you be acting the same way?" I asked.

"Yes dear. Your father and I want you to be happy."

"Does daddy know?" I was blushing at the thought of my father knowing what sexy things got to me.

"Of course dear. Your father is a very understanding man, and as such is very unique as a man. Daddy will do anything to make his girls happy Annie," mother said with a broad grin.

"Oh shit," I let my surprise slip, "sorry mom."

My mother chuckled at my embarrassed reaction, "Just be discreet Anne, most of our neighbors won't understand your little kinks."

"Ok mom...ok,"

Chapter III

While I had run off to an east coast school, Nancy went to the University of Wisconsin, which was only an hour or so from home. When we saw each other for the first time, it was as if the bands played and fireworks lit the sky. Nancy ran into my welcoming arms and she hugged me close.

"Oh Annie I've missed you so," her breath warm and sexy in my ear.

I didn't realize how much I truly missed my best friend. We talked every now and then during school, but seeing her now aroused emotions that I had long repressed.

"I've missed you to, I love you Nance," I moaned against her neck as we held each other tight.

My friend pulled away slightly and gave me a peck on the lips. I held her at arms length and looked into her sweet eyes, and then drew her back to me, this time in a passionate French kiss that took us both by surprise. We were so completely lost in our newfound desire that we both about jumped through the ceiling when my mom reminded us where we were.

"Discretion Anne," mother was smiling as she broke off our joyous reunion.

"Nancy, why don't you help Anne get settled into her new room," my mom opened the door leading to the basement, "Anne, your dad won't be back from golf for another couple hours, so take your time. Nancy, would you like to stay for dinner dear?"

"Sure Michelle...er...Mrs. Stein."

Nancy and I spent the next twenty minutes unloading the minivan and moving all my belongings downstairs into my apartment. Mom wasn't kidding when she said they created an apartment in the basement. The place looked like a fine en-suite hotel room with the addition of a small kitchen and a huge bathroom. Nancy started to unpack my suitcases as I fussed with setting up my computer and generally poking around my new digs.

I opening the small fridge and was surprised to see beer, wine, and other assorted "adult" beverages along with soda and mixers. I rummaged through the little kitchen and discovered a fully stocked bar and a note, "Be discreet Anne. You are an adult now. We love you. Mom & Dad," the message was clear.

"What do you want to drink Nance," I queried my friend; presenting our prizes like I was Vanna White.

"Holy shit Anne," Nancy exclaimed her astonishment at my parents trust and generosity.

"Any light beer?" My friend inquired.

I looked in the fridge and handed Nancy a cold Corona, "Is this good?"

"Sure"

Nancy and I both enjoyed the cool, crisp beer as we explored this decadent little apartment. The bathroom was huge, with both a shower and a large Jacuzzi tub. A new king-sized bed dominated the sleeping area and comfortable, but unpretentious furnishings filled the sitting room. Nancy collapsed on the sofa as I turned on the TV, strangely comforted by the familiar channels of Chicagoland.

'It's good to be home,' I thought, as I watched my life-long friend kick off her shoes and sip the cold beer.

Nance filled me in on how her first year at the University of Wisconsin went...at least the naughty parts.

"I was a complete slut Anne," she began, "I mean, I even shocked myself when I would wake-up and find two boys sharing my bed with me."

"Nancy!"

"I know, I know, but I settled down after a couple months," she was laughing as her tales of freshman debauchery then took a turn more towards my liking.

"Then I met a girl," my friend blushed and sheepishly cast her gaze towards the floor, "she was my calculus tutor...and...well...one thing led to another..."

I sat next to my dearest friend as she confessed her lesbian desire for the young Philippino woman who introduced her to the joys of physical love between two women. Nancy had obviously gone much, much farther in her explorations than me. She gave graphic descriptions of all the naughty games she and her friend, Marie, played together. I sat and listened with rapt fascination as she described the flavors and aromas, the soft, delicate, tender affections rained on her by the shy, demure woman who tutored her in so much more that mathematics.

Once again, Nancy developed a pensive look, "But the whole time...I mean every time we made love...I mean...oh damnit...I was thinking about you Anne. Every time I went down on her I was thinking of you. What you would say if you knew your best friend was a carpet muncher? If you would want be my lover?"

I leaned into Nancy's arms and gently kissed her soft lips, "I think I'd like to try those things with you," I let my friend know that she didn't disgust me, as I'm sure she feared.

For the next twenty minutes I told Nance about the games Darlene and I played and even a bit about the drive home with my mom. She was visibly excited when I relayed the story of pee games, occasionally commenting on how hot and sexy she thought watersports were.

"I love to be peed on," she confessed her kink, "have you tried it yet?"

The remainder of the summer was a blur of interesting work, long commutes, and sexual exploration. I tasted my first pussy with Nancy, and also tasted her pee. Much like I thought of Nance during my time with Dar, I now thought of what I would do with my "special friend" as my head was being squeezed between my girlfriend's smooth thighs.

Nancy was super. She let things go slow; getting a bit kinkier every time we fucked. But it was always more than plain fucking, our time spent wrapped in each others' arms was very emotional, very loving and trusting.

During that summer I also met a young attorney named Michael. Nancy was jealous at first, but soon realized that there were two sides to my coin, and that what I had with Michael was different than what she and I shared. Michael was serious marriage material; a young superstar in law, and an up-and-comer in the District Attorney's Office with his sights set on a long-term political career.

I was very honest with Michael about my bi-sexuality from the outset. He was a tad shocked at first, then silly-demanding that my girl lover join us in a threesome-then accepting after I gave him a firm "No" and asked him to speak with my dad about dealing with an adventurous girl like me.

My mother and father were wonderful. Always allowing me room to explore and come into my own as a woman and as an adult. Mom would give me little nudges here and there, "Be discreet dear," she reminded me almost constantly. Dad had his talk with Michael, and I guess it was a smashing success, as Michael asked me to marry him a week before I was due to return to school. I happily accepted, and we agreed to have an engagement party over Thanksgiving break.

--End Part One of Champagne Reception--