Saturday Night Escapades 1

First, a little about me. I don’t want to give away too much about myself, as I would like to remain anonymous on this site, so I’ll call myself Lisa (not my real name, sorry to those of you wanting more). I’m a 27 year old woman. I’ve had a steady job for nearly three years now that has treated me relatively well, though I’m by no means rich. Though I’ve made friends there, most of my friends that I heavily socialize with are friends from my college days. Some of them live near me, but most are a significant drive away, as is the case with the friend I will be discussing later. While I will be discussing lesbian experiences here, I am in fact bisexual, and would eventually like to settle down with a guy. About six month before this story occurred, the guy I had been fucking since I was about 15 decided he didn’t want to fuck me anymore. Yes, that makes roughly a decade of which I was fucking the same guy, though we slowed down temporarily while I went to college, during which period I hooked up with multiple other guys (and girls). To explain the whole situation would be a huge story in and of itself, as it is quite complicated. After going our separate ways, I was not in the mood to look for another guy immediately, and still have not started looking for a new guy. However, we had a very healthy sex life when we were together (different positions, anal, oral, watersports, even threesomes), and I still needed sexual relief without him. Getting myself off worked for awhile, but then I needed more, which I found through reading and, especially writing, erotic stories. I found that this drastically amplified my “relief.”

Finally, before getting into the story, a brief description of myself: I’m barely 5’8”; roughly 125 pounds; not overly skinny, but probably thinner than average; 36C-28-34; areola just short of two inches wide with nipples that stick out almost 3/4 of an inch when hard; pussy hair neatly trimmed to a thin light brown strip about two inches long above my slit, everything else shaved clean on a regular basis; light brown hair that goes a couple inches below my shoulders when I let it down, though it’s usually tied up in a pony tail; and hazel eyes.

I’ll begin by briefly explaining how this first experience came about. Prior to this incident, I went through a very hard period in my life. Things had been building up for about a month, and culminated in a week-and-a-half-long period during which personal issues combined with stress and extra work from my job to eat all my spare time. Throughout this week and a half, I was getting about five hours of sleep a night, sometimes less. Finally, everything seemed to clear up abruptly one Wednesday, ending a week and a half of absolute hell. I celebrated that evening by masturbating for the first time in nearly two weeks (again, I had not had any spare time, even for these vital needs). I was horny as hell and actually squirted as I came for the first time in my life, which I think may partially because I believe that was the first time since I was 15 or 16 that I had gone over a week without an orgasm, let alone nearly two.

The Saturday after that Wednesday, I felt I needed a celebration. I invited a bunch of my college friends to come up for a night of fun and drinking. It ended up being me and seven other girls I had gone to college with. One of them happened to be a bartender, so I had stocked up on various alcohols and she mixed the drinks for everybody (except for two, who were sadly but necessarily designated drivers). The drinking began at around 8:00. It was fun while it lasted, but got cut short as the two DDs drove most everyone back to their various homes (some of which were nearly two hours away). When they had left, it was just me and my friend Jess (also not her real name, as I want her to remain anonymous as well). With our bartender gone, and both Jess and I completely incompetent at mixing drinks, we grabbed a can of Sprite each, and passed back and forth a bottle of Grey Goose vodka while catching up on what’s been going on in each other’s lives recently.

I should describe Jess a bit here. Jess is also 27, though actually three months older than me. She has been more active than I have been in the guy department. She’s had many a man over the years, but I think only one lasted over a year. I can imagine why she had no problem getting guys, as she really is beautiful. She’s short (perhaps better termed as petite), at about 5’2”, but her face and body are absolutely to die for. I don’t know her measurements (except her bra size as we’ve talked about that), but I’d imagine her complete measurements to be 32D-26-30. Last time I talked to her about it, she said she was 103 pounds, and I can’t imagine that has changed much. From the bottom up, she has tiny feet, well-defined legs, beautiful hips, a flat stomach, an obviously sizable bosom, and round shoulders. Her face is gorgeous with a natural light red hue to her lips, a cute little nose, beautiful brown eyes, well-defined thin eyebrows (which I’m pretty sure she works hard to maintain), and long, flowing dark brunette hair that she seems to able to do anything with – braid, tie up, tie back, or just let down. Like I said, to die for.

Back to the story, Jess and I had been talking and passing the vodka back and forth for awhile, as well as chasing it continually with Sprite, when the conversation began to fade for the first time. By this point I was finishing my second can of Sprite while Jess had just gotten her second. Apparently we had both been holding our pee in while talking as when we finally had a brief interlude in the conversation, we both started to stand and head to the bathroom at about the same time. Now, it should be noted that Jess and I were quite drunk at this point in time. We both knew that we both were headed for the bathroom, and we briefly started to laugh, but then Jess made a sudden dash for the bathroom. As soon as I saw her move, I made my move and raced her to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the bathroom was not too far away and with Jess’s head start, I did not have a chance, but that didn’t stop me from trying! The second Jess got to the bathroom, rather than wasting the time to close the bathroom door, she dropped her pants and panties to her knees and sat on the toilet, started peeing, and stuck her tongue out at me (I know, real mature for 27 year olds, but remember – we were really drunk). I guess I am a bit of a sore loser when I’m drunk (maybe when I’m sober also, but I like to think not), so as soon as Jess stuck her tongue out at me, I stuck my tongue out at her, dropped my own pants and panties to my knees, and sat my ass down on her naked thighs, eliciting a quick gasp for breath from Jess, followed by hysterical laughter from both of us. During this laughter, I started peeing also. At first, my stream of pee splashed on Jess’ small thighs, which had been right next to each other when I started to pee, but which she quickly moved apart a few inches (as much as her pants around her knees would allow) as soon as she felt me peeing on her.

For a minute or so, Jess and I just sat there, both of us peeing and laughing. I finished shortly after she did, and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my pussy, as well as the bottoms of my thighs which had gotten some splash back from when my pee stream had hit her legs. I then dropped the toilet paper between both our legs and stood up, pulling up my panties and pants as I did so. I turned around to see Jess still laughing hard. She pointed to her thighs with bother her hands and screamed, while laughing, “Look what you did!”

Looking at her thighs, I could see droplets of my pee all over her freshly shaved thighs (as I soon learned). I laughed really hard looking at the scene (made all the more humorous from being drunk). I managed to squeak out a “sorry” amongst my laughing, while I grabbed some toilet paper, dropped to my knees, and cleaned up the mess I had made on my friend’s thighs. It was while wiping away my pee on her thighs that I noticed she must have just recently shaved, probably that day, as her thighs and that super-smooth feel to them. After going through a couple strips of toilet papers to get her thighs dry, I grabbed one more strip of toilet paper and wiped her completely shaven cunt. We had been laughing the whole time I had been cleaning her, and I wiped her cunt more as a joke than as a sexual move, but it caused a brief gasp from Jess as I did so. This gasp briefly (very briefly) sobered us up and made us realize we crossed a line (well, at least me, though I think Jess went through a similar train of thought). I quickly dismissed the thought, which wasn’t too hard being as drunk as I was. Jess seemed to dismiss it also, getting up and pulling her panties and pants up, while laughing and exclaiming, “I can’t believe you did that on me!”

I just laughed and told her, “You shouldn’t have stuck your tongue out at me!” It should be noted that that last statement came out more than a bit slurred in my drunkenness.