3 comments/ 31642 views/ 16 favorites Naughty Peeing with Lily By: C4rwyn Part 1 The first time I spent an evening with Lily, it wasn't by choice. People didn't really choose to hang out with Lily. She was a stuck-up brat from an all-girls school who liked to talk, at a speed faster than human hearing could keep up with, about numerous posh friends of hers that no-one had ever met. Plus, listening to her sing was a painful experience. God knows why she joined Folk Music Society. She probably wanted a safe environment in which to experiment with being all authentic and working class. We let her get on with it. Anyway, I'd made the mistake of agreeing to be Lily's plus-one for a house party the International Society had organised (she was from a village in Hampshire) in the hope that she could be left to her own devices while I chatted up, say, eighty Chinese girls. "You don't know where the house is. Are you fucking kidding me." "I'm not... freaking kidding you at all! My phone battery died! I don't even know why it died because it was on 35 percent charge when I..." "Lily... LILY!" "You must think I'm a total airhead, Carl. You're wishing you'd never agreed to come with me, aren't you?" "No, I'm not. Well... no, I like your company Lily! I'm just wishing you'd written the address down or something." I gave her my best attempt at a reassuring smile. "We could go to the computer cluster and I could check the Facebook event?" "What? It's a twenty minute walk. I can't be arsed walking for twenty minutes." "Are you going home then?" "Can we not just stay in town and get nicely pished for a while, then I haven't made a pointless train journey?" She blushed. "I don't understand why people try to get drunk. I don't see the attraction?" "Great. You can drink coke. You can be the designated making-sure-no-one-steals-my-wallet-person." -------- We were on our way home, negotiating a complex warren of pedestrian walkways and had just come to a T-junction. Lily and I needed to turn right to get to the train station. The left fork led through a covered passage, past a cheap motel covered in scaffolding, towards some university buildings. "You know you're actually pretty cute Lily. Why not just... be happy?" "Right." "You don't like being happy?" "You're completely drunk Carl." "Okay, well, that's a shame. Um. Can you wait here for just two secs?" I pointed to her feet, as if to magically halt them in their tracks. "Why? Where are you going?" "Bathroom." I turned left, away from Lily, and walked a few metres into the passage. She looked confused. "You're going to find somewhere with a bathroom? Well don't just leave me here!" "I din' say that did I?" "Carl, what are you doing?" I stood in the corner formed by the wall and a scaffolding board and took out my cock. Normally it took me a little while to get things going when there were people around, but with the amount of alcohol I'd taken on, I was pissing a powerful stream onto the wall almost before my cock was free of my boxers. I had my back to Lily, but the bluish lighting gave her enough clues as to what I was doing. "Carl!!" shrieked Lily in a voice that was half whisper, half scream. Then composing herself slightly: "Carl, you can't just wee against a wall like that!" "You're right, peeing on bricks izzz bad idea, lots of splashing." I took a step backwards and directed my piss in a well-formed arc directly onto the ground. The sound echoed noisily around the confines of the walkway. "Oh my goodness", said Lily half under her breath. I looked back over my shoulder at her. She had turned side-on to me and was peering out from under her hand. "Are you peeking?" She opened her mouth to say something, shut it again and with a flounce, took several steps away from me. I admired her genuine Ugg boots. And her loose, copper-brown hair. And her bottom. Oh, her peachy little bottom. Lily had a gorgeous hourglass frame with broadish shoulders and hips, but barely any padding on it at all. She probably watched her weight religiously, which was kind of a shame. Another inch all over and she would have been in Greek goddess territory. "I like your b...oots Lily!" "Yes. Well. I hate you and everything about you. Carl." I finished up and give my cock a generous shaking and just a little bit of a stroke to make absolutely sure. "My name's not even Carl," I shouted back to her. "Yes it is. I'm sure it is." I turned round laughing at her and yanked my zip up as loudly and dramatically as possible. "I know my own name, honey." She turned up her nose quite visibly at the term of endearment. "Carwyn. S'Welsh. Car is short. I mean, short for Carwyn." Her wide gaze fell on the river of piss spreading out across the passage from behind my feet. She seemed oddly fascinated by something. "Les's go," I suggested, approaching her. "Don't touch me!" "Wasn't gonna touch you. Might catch..." I thought extremely hard. "POSH DISEASE." We walked on for a minute or so in tense silence. "Have you never pissed outdoors then?" She hesitated. "Yes I have!" she blurted. "Really?" The hint of pride in her voice turned to panic. "Not in the street though! It was on a walk that I was doing for the Duke of Edinburgh award. We had to hide in the bushes when we needed to use the bathroom. It was the WORST THING EVER." "Pff. Bushes doesn't count." I looked at her and half-smiled. She looked away quickly, deflated. "Totally counts," she muttered. "What?" "Why am I talking about this with you anyway? You're drunk." We got the train home. ============ Part 2 "They've run out of beer. Well that's just fucking classic." Sebastian from FolkSoc was clearly of the opinion that, when a local independent school organised a fundraising ceilidh and told university students about it, they should make sure it was amply stocked with beer. "It's a school, man. They don't have like, vast walk-in fridges here," I said. "I don't care, I'll drink warm beer. But that," he indicated the now beer-free trestle table, "I mean, that wasn't even a token effort." A contingent of Folkies decided to "bugger off to the pub". I declined to join them, on the grounds that I'd met a red-haired Scottish girl, Erin I think her name was, and needed to keep an eye on her in case her clothes started falling off. "Can you look after Lily, if you're staying?" asked Seb. "Oh, I get to look after Lily? Woohoo." I waved a tiny invisible flag. "Woohoo?" "Yeah. Goody gumdrops. Now is the winter of my discontent made glorious summer." I looked around. "Is she even still here?" "Yeah, she's just gone to the loo, we're trying to leave before she gets back." "Okay. I'll look after Lily." "Magic, see you on Wednesday." The guys left and Lily came back from the toilet and sat down with me and we drank wine and I looked around for Erin. "Hey, Slut Two!" came a voice from behind us. Lily spun round in her chair. "Heyyy, Slut One!" OK, that greeting was a new one on me. "I did not know that you would come," said Slut One to Lily. She had a thick accent, I guessed German. "This is your boyfriend?" "No no, this is Carwyn, he's from FolkSoc. Carwyn, this is Ulrika." "Ulrika! Hi! Is that a Swedish name?" "Uh, German," she said, and added by way of explanation. "Ulrik-EH. With an 'air'." "Ulrike with an E," suggested Lily. "Hi, Ulrike with an E. How you doing, you enjoying the ceilidh?" "Yah, it's very new for me, there is nothing like this in Germany." "Well, I guess it's kind of a Celtic thing." Lily piped up. "Have you got something to drink, Ulrike?" "Yah, I'll bring my glass here. Have you?" Lily flashed her a tipsy grin. "I am SO DRUNK my darling." She'd had two glasses of boxed wine at the most. "This is Car's fault. He got me drunk. Didn't you Car." "I've been alone with her for two minutes," I explained to Ulrike, who smiled knowingly back. ------- "Jeez La-weez, how is it quarter past 11? This was supposed to finish at 11. Hey Lily, we have to go get the bus, like immediately now." I was geniunely concerned. Lily pouted at me. "Come onnn," I pleaded. Lily and Ulrike said an elaborate goodbye to each other full of hugging and air-kissing, and then we all walked off in the same direction out of the building. There were a few folks dotted around the courtyard. Lily started drifting away from us towards the block that had the toilets in. "Lily! We have to leave now! The bus is in eight minutes, you can have a pee when you get home." Lily blushed and turned pleading eyes to Ulrike, who shrugged. "If you walk quickly, maybe there is time to piss while you wait for the bus?" "What?! There's no bathroom there!" "Come on ladies, keep walking!" I said. Ulrike headed out onto the street with me, and Lily reluctantly followed. "Ulrike, seriously, what am I going to do, there are no bathrooms anywhere?" The girls stopped, realising they needed to head in opposite directions. "If it happens that you're going to piss in your clothes, then rather piss on the ground." I loved how Ulrike made it sound so simple. "I'm not p... I'm not going to the bathroom when there isn't a bathroom!" Lily stage-whispered. "Why not, it's nothing embarrassing." "Lily!" I half-shouted. "There's no time for discussions! We need to go /now/!" "Okay okay! Bye Ulrike." She hugged the German girl again. I pulled her away by the arm and we set off at a brisk march towards the bus stop. We made it, just - the bus caught us up while we were still a stone's throw from the stop, but we waved desperately at it and to our relief, it was stopping anyway to let someone off. We scrambled aboard, and Lily insisted that we sat at the front. Throughout the ten-minute journey she alternated between crossing and uncrossing her legs in as ladylike a manner as possible, complaining to me that I hadn't let her use the bathroom at the school, and giving me a rapid-fire synopsis of the IntSoc social at which she'd met Ulrike, and how there was a Dutch guy there that turned out to be a housemate of someone on her English Lit course, and how /they'd/ met each other because they'd both been giving out leaflets for - no, wait, that was a different guy, the Dutch guy's housemate was a first year who was staying in a residential flat and not in halls because he was a vegetarian and he didn't like the meal options they had in halls and so anyway, the Dutch guy knew Ulrike's friend who was the IntSoc treasurer although actually Lily didn't think she was a very good treasurer and oh my goodness why didn't I let her use the bathroom this is so embarrassing... I tuned out. We got off the bus on the opposite side of a dual carriageway from the street where we both lived, and made our way down the steps to the underpass. Would Lily really think about taking Ulrike's advice? She seemed way too refined to do anything like that. But still, she was being a pain in the arse, not to mention blaming me for her predicament, and I thought I'd just push her a little further. I stopped at the bottom of the steps. Lily was already out of sight around the corner. It was dark - the lights in the underpass hadn't worked for God knows how long - and there was a conveniently placed storm drain stretching across the entrance. I edged up to the wall, took out my cock and aimed it downwards at the drain. "Car?" called out Lily, realising I was no longer accompanying her. She retraced her steps, peered around the corner and caught sight of me propping myself against the wall with one hand, my cock concealed in the other. "Car, are you okay?" "I'm fine Lily. I'm perfec'ly peachy. Just examinin' this bit of wall." Come on bladder... "Car, what are you doing? You know I need to get home! Why have we stopped?" I let out a splash of pee that hit the metal drain with a very audible ping. Then another. Then a splashy golden stream. "Oh Carrrr! You're having a wee aren't you? You are so terrible! And UNFAIR! And aaaaaagggh..." She bent double as the urge to pee intensified. "Car, you're making me need to go too." Her voice sounded a little choked, and I felt a brief pang of guilt. Then again... "I'm not stopping you, Lily!" "Shut up! Shut UP!" She walked up and down alongside me with tiny delicate steps, then looked up at the street above. "Someone's coming Car!" I shut the stream off and stuffed my cock back into my pants - almost in that order - and sprinted to the other end of the underpass. "Wait!" I waited. Lily hobbled up to me. Hers was the only set of footsteps. "There's no-one coming is there?" Lily had tricked me. "No, there isn't." She looked pleased with herself for a second, and looked very deliberately at the tiny dark spot on my jeans. "Aw no, you've wet yourself. Poor Carwyn." I flicked her a succession of V's. "I take it you're not going to take Ulrike's advice yourself?" "Of course not. I can make it home. It's only - aaaaah - ten minutes' walk. Come on." We headed up out of the underpass and along our street. Lily was clenching her legs together and exhaling deeply with every few steps. "Lily... we're nearly at my place. Come in and use the loo?" "Ugh. Fine. FINE. I hope it's clean. Are there girls in your house?" She visibly relaxed despite her disdainful tone. We got inside and I showed her to the bathroom. I hovered in the doorway. "Hey, since you cut off my stream just now, you think I could piss in the sink while you use the toilet?" "What?!" "I know that's what you girls do when you go to the loo together." "No we don't! Get out!" Lily literally shoved me backwards and slammed the bathroom door in my face. Then, after a second: "Car, why is there no lock on the dooooor!! Hold the door closed for me!" "Oh for fuck's sake. No-one's going to come in. We all know to..." "HOLD THE DOOR CLOSED!!" I held the door closed and almost immediately heard the divine sound of her powerful stream echoing around the bowl. Then just as suddenly, it stopped. "Stop listening!" "I can't stop listening. I mean, I can't hold the door closed and not hear you." "Car, you are, absolutely, /impossible/." There was a loud splash and the hissing started up again. "Can you please just sing to yourself or something?" "Right. La la la la la. I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt..." There was a flush and the sound of running water and Lily appeared in the door. She looked relieved. She was smiling! "Hey!" She hiccuped. "Oh my goodness. I feel really drunk now." She grabbed me by the shoulders and buried her face in my chest. "Ah, good evening dear lady!" It was Dominic. Dominic liked to wear interesting hats and call people dear lady. He smiled. "A friend of Mr. Carwyn, are we?" Lily straightened up and pushed me away. "No. I mean... no! I just dropped in to... I just dropped in for a second." "Absolutely, absolutely. Excuse me." Dominic excuse-me'd past us, beaming benevolently, and shut himself in the bathroom. "Bastard, it was my turn." Lily looked down at the floor tiles, embarrassed. "I'm going now," she said. "Right. Uh, have a good walk." "Okay cool. Bye." As she reached the living room door, she turned back to me and stiffened. In her poshest voice, she said, "By the way Car, you are in no way whatsoevah too sexy for your shirt." "Noted." ==================== Part 3 [Lily_C has just signed in. Click here to send her a message.] [L] Hello Carwyn :) [C] hey lily [C] how goes it? [L] I'm well thank you, and you? [C] yh not bad [L] Glad to hear it. [L] I wanted to say thank you for helping me out last night. Sorry if I was being difficult. [L] You have a nice clean bathroom :) [C] ur welcome [L] So, Wednesday evening, I wanted to sing something on my own. [C] ok [L] And I heard this cool folky song in the diner, and I Googled it and it turned out to be by a Scottish band called Belle and Sebastian. [L] Are you familiar with them? [C] belle and seb yeah [C] not sure they really qualify as folk... [L] This song sounded like one of the ones Paco was playing last week. I've forgotten the title. [L] The last words were "meet you at the statue in an hour". [L] Piazza, New York Catcher. [C] piaza new york catcher [L] Yes :) [C] ok fair enough you could get away with that one [C] so u want me to learn guitar chords for wednesday? [C] you know it's sung by a man to another man right? [L] That's okay, I'm sure I can change the words so it's a woman singing it to another woman. [C] its like a gay love song or something [C] cool. respect [L] Oh, I'm a political lesbian, didn't you know? [C] ...dare i ask what that is? [L] Well I identify as queer in support of all the women fighting for equal power dynamics in relationships and respect for their reproductive rights. I'm just not sure how attracted to women I am... [C] lol yeah bit of a drawbcak [C] so ur a facebook lesbian [L] Explain? [C] you put on ur fb profile that you like women [C] but ur secretly hankering after a bit of the cock :P [L] You're just being rude now. [C] soz [C] actually there was a thing I forgot to ask about last night [C] slut 1 and slut 2??? [L] Oh my goodness, did we say that out loud? [L] Ulrike and I are going on the slutwalk next weekend. [C] right, so you gave yourselves slut anmes [C] *names [C] imaginative. [L] Shush you :P [L] It was her idea. [L] I have to go; I have a lecture in 5. I'll see you at the concert. [C] i would never have guessed that lol [C] shit yeah that's tonight isnt it [C] 7.30 right? [L] No 7pm. [L] Cheery-bye! [C] am sure you said 7.30 [C] ok see ya ==================== Lily and I stood shivering under the Symphony Hall portico. "I don't understand why no-one else was here," she complained. "I swear you said half 7 on the email." "I don't think I did. I know it started at seven o'clock. I..." "OK, shush, I've got a text here from Joe: 'me Jools n Rob came at half 7 n cudnt get in. went 2 lennons. cu there?' There you go, you definitely said half 7 on the email, and the guys were here at half 7." "Dammit," said Lily. "I'm sorry Car." "It's okay love, I don't think it was their kind of music anyway." "But there was folk music in it!" "A symphony based on folk songs - a symphony based on /Czech/ folk songs, played by an orchestra - isn't the same as folk music." Lily looked exasperated. "What are we going to do now?" "Go to Lennon's. Find Joe and them." We went to Lennon's. Joe and them were nowhere to be found. I downed one pint under the pretext of waiting for Joe to respond to my text, then another couple on the grounds that the bar was much warmer than the walk to the bus stop and Lily was in an apologetic mood and bought them for me, along with a G&T for herself, while talking my ear off about classical music which was a subject I felt capable of nodding sagely along with. ----------- "Do you know if there's a toilet nearby?" I asked Lily, knowing perfectly well there were none in the vicinity of the bus stop. Lily looked teasingly at me. "By that do you mean an actual bathroom, or do you mean an extremely public section of wall in the middle of a street?" "I am /deeply/ shocked at that remark Lily." "Lies. Look over there Car, why it appears to be an extremely public section of wall! I think you should go over there." "What, by the mini trees? With all the little spotlights? S'kind of a bit /too/ public." "You're drunk, you don't care." "Not /that/ drunk. 'Sides. Perfectly good alley over here. B.R.B." "Wait. Uh. I need to come too." My heart leapt into my mouth. Was she serious? Naughty Peeing with Lily "You need a piss too?" "No!" she hissed. Oh well. "I need to not be on my own. I need us to stay together so I don't get attacked." "You know, sta.. stackistically, it's me's more likely to get beaten up." "I don't care. It's dark." "You want to peek. Ya peeker." "I have no interest at all," she sniffed, "in watching you being a filthy chav." We walked together into the alley. I skipped ahead a little and behind a bin, expecting her to stay the other side of it. Instead she positioned herself behind the bin alongside me, but facing determinedly away. "Uh, honey, you're gonna get pee on your shoes if you stand there." Red-faced, she scuttled over and leant against the opposite wall of the alley, still side-on to me, and turned round to face towards me. My cock swelled in my hand, and I made only a token effort to conceal it from Lily as I started peeing a torrent up against the bin. Ohhhhh that felt so good! I was waving my cock drunkenly back and forth and staring into the distance with an innocent look of relief on my face, but out of the corner of my eye I could tell whether she was peeking. She was /definitely/ peeking. To say she was staring at my stream would not be stretching the truth very far. I shot her a big grin. She smiled shyly back. She obviously thought I was too drunk to notice where her eyes were focused. Suddenly feeling like a naughty schoolboy, I angled my engorged cock upwards and aimed my pee stream as high as I could. "Hey Lily, did they ever have those pissing contests at your school, where you try and pee as high up a wall as you can?" "No they didn't!" A moment's silence broken only by my piss hitting the bin's blue plastic lid. "I was at an all-girls school, remember?" "You mean the girls never tried this?" "Do you know anything about biology Car?" I stuck out my tongue at her. She stuck out hers at me. My stream slowed to a trickle. "Actually there was one girl from school..." "Oh, tell me more?" "Her name was Sophie." Lily was trying her hardest to sound nonchalant. "She was so so sweet, but she was scared she would catch something if she sat down on the lavatory, so she would always stand up... like a boy." "'Scusemewut, the /lavatory/? Do people actually still call it that?" "Polite people do." I zipped up. "So you think this Sophie could have pissed higher than me?" "What? Uhhh, I don't know, why am I even telling you about Sophie, oh my goodness..." "She sounds fun! You're sure you don't need to go too? I'll guard you." "No thanks Car, I'm a lady. I'm civilised, unlike you." We left the piss-covered bin and the alley behind and slumped back in the bus shelter, suddenly exhausted. ============== Part 3 1/2 We were at the Gathering, a one-day folk song and dance festival in a nearby market town. We'd just had lunch, our turn on the bandstand was in ten minutes, and Lily needed to pee. There was a gents' toilet consisting of a trough-style urinal hidden behind some canvas-covered fencing, but the only option for the ladies seemed to be a long walk back to the library in the centre of town. "You can use the urinal too Lily, it's the 21st century, that's a thing that women can do!" "Yah, suck it, Car. Oh wait, my fault, that's the whole reason I'm in this position, cos I don't have anything suckable!" I was taken aback by Lily's, admittedly slightly awkward, brazenness. "What would you do if this was a Duke of Edinburgh expedition?" "I would ask the expedition leader where the next bathrooms were, and he or she would say, well, actually there aren't any in the middle of the Cairngorm mountains, but there's a secluded spot just over there, will that do?" "Right. So, there's a secluded spot over there, behind the pavilion." Lily looked over to the secluded spot. Then back at me, watching the expression on my face. Then back to the pavilion. She grabbed my arm and pulled me further away from the group. "I can't just walk over there! It's going to be really obvious what I'm doing." "You want me to come with you? We can pretend to admire... the grass? And then I can stop in front of the pavilion and you can just excuse yourself for a minute." Lily said nothing but set off at a mincing trot towards the pavilion. I scuttled after her. "So Lily. How's the course going?" "It's shit. It's all fucking shit." "Lily! I've never heard you use such fucking language before!" "Whatever." "You must be at that really desperate, not giving a shit stage." "Yah." "Shall I be quiet now?" "Yah." We arrived by the pavilion. Lily looked as flustered as if she'd just run a marathon. "Okay. If you mention this to anyone, I shall... I shall think of something really mean to do to you." She sprinted off around the side of the building. A minute later and she was back, sighing with relief. "All sorted?" I enquired. "What?" "Did you go pee-pee?" "I don't even know what you're talking about. I just went to get a better view of the deer frolicking in the meadow." "I see. Did you witness some good frolicking?" "Oh goodness yes, those deer are frisky little fuckers." Lily smiled at me, her eyes modestly lowered. Was there a hint of frisky little fucker in that smile? ============ Part 4 "OK, Lily. Decision time. You have five minutes until the train gets here." It was Hallowe'en night. About a week ago, Ulrike had hooked up with a lad called Ryan from FolkSoc that she'd met at the ceilidh, and the four of us had left the FolkSoc pub crawl and were waiting at the station for a train that would take us to the IntSoc house party. This time, Lily had made absolutely sure to write the address down. Speaking of Lily, she was modestly tipsy and needed to pee. "I'm not going to the bathroom in public! That's my final answer!" "Come on, Lily. We know you're a good girl, okay? You just want us to talk you into it. You want to say to yourself, I didn't want to pee in public, but my awful friends talked me into it." "Good girls don't wet themselves on trains," added Ryan. "But it's minus a thousand degrees out there," she complained. "So piss in here. Look, there's a drain in the floor!" said Ulrike. "Okay, I am definitely not doing that," said Lily. "Four minutes, Lily." "Lily, I am going to find somewhere to piss, do you want to come with me?" said Ulrike. "Whoa, is this actually happening now? Cos I could do with a visit to the little boys room too," said Ryan. "Yeah, me too bro," I said. "Lily, you gonna stay here and mind the spiders?" "You are all terrible people," said Lily, and sprang agitatedly up from her seat. We made our way around the back of the small station building. Lily followed behind, avoiding eye contact with any of us. It was an old brick building, and the bottom two feet of the wall jutted out slightly, topped by a 45-degree ledge. Between the footpath and the building was a two metre wide patch of verge, or rather tightly packed earth with a smattering of grass. On the other side of the footpath was a knee-high wooden railing, some tall bushes, and then a car park. With the main light coming from the floodlights above the station, the earth in front of the wall was in shadow. Ryan supported himself against the building wall with his elbow and forearm, and unzipped. Then, realising the ledge was going to create some serious splashback - or perhaps just wanting to give Ulrike a better show? - he shuffled backwards half a step. Meanwhile, Ulrike quickly yanked down her jeans and knickers - God, I loved how uninhibited she was - and squatted low right alongside Ryan, facing Lily and me, her back against the wall and her bum nearly touching the ground. Almost before she'd settled into position, she started to release a hissing stream of pee onto the ground between her legs. In the darkness I could just make out the profile of her slender buttocks and the neatly trimmed bush from which her glistening stream was pouring forth. She was paying us no attention at all but was staring delightedly at Ryan, who had now started peeing almost vertically downwards against the very bottom of the wall. Ulrike was clearly getting a grandstand view of his peeing cock while Lily stood motionless, utterly fransfixed by the sight in front of her. As I turned away from Ulrike and Ryan to face the bushes, I wondered whether Ulrike ever repeated this obviously well-rehearsed performance during daylight hours. What a glorious sight that would be! Maybe I'd suggest to her that we should all go hiking in the hills together, somewhere far away from any bathrooms. I'd chosen my peeing spot on the other side of the footpath partly to avoid invading what little was left of Ulrike's privacy, but mostly because I was nicely illuminated by the floodlights - and so if Lily reeeeeally wanted to peek, I wouldn't be able to stop her. I took out my cock and pointed it at the bushes. I couldn't get naughty Ulrike's peeing pussy out of my mind. I looked down at my manhood in my hand. It was pretty firm. More than semi-erect. I could hear Ulrike's piss gushing out onto the bare earth, a little louder now that it was forming a puddle. I shuffled my feet a little, relaxed my shoulders and breathed deeply. Ulrike hadn't been giving us any signs that she was desperate. It seemed she just preferred pissing on the ground in front of three of her friends to the slight inconvenience of waiting until we reached the party. Pissing on the ground while flashing her lady parts to the world. "Are you okay, Lily?" said Ulrike. Was Ulrike going to persuade Lily to pee the same way? As soon as the thought crossed my mind, my cock grew to its maximum stiffness. Now wondering how I was ever going to start pissing, I looked over my shoulder at Lily, who was standing with her back to the wall, next to Ulrike, looking extremely hesitant. She was wearing a flowing calf-length skirt and kitten heels, neither of which were going to make it easy for her to copy Ulrike. She lifted her skirt up by the sides and bent down into a knee-high squat, but found it impossible to remove her knickers without letting go of the skirt. Next she tried to bunch the whole skirt up at the back so she could hold it out of the way with one hand, but that left her flashing her silk panties to... well, mostly me. She looked at Ulrike, trying to work out how the pro was doing it. Finally she gave in and held the front of her skirt out of the way while letting the back trail on the ground, and started tugging at her knickers - but managed to overbalance herself and fell sideways, grabbing hold of Ulrike to stop herself falling. "Oh, this is ridiculous," moaned Lily, and readjusting her skirt, sat down on the little brick ledge. Ulrike shook her bum up and down a little and pulled her knickers back up, then stood up and wriggled back into her jeans. Ryan had also finished and zipped up. Lily seemed to be concentrating very hard. I looked back to my cock, which was still fully erect and not allowing so much as a drop to escape my bladder. Was there time for me to furtively bring myself to a climax without alerting the others, after which I'd be soft enough to pee again? "Yeahhh! Go Lily, go Lily!" It was Ulrike's voice. I looked back at Lily. Still perched on the ledge, her thighs parallel to the ground, she had pulled the back of her skirt up and was reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. Oh my God, she was actually going to do this. She caught me looking at her and smiled coquettishly. Then suddenly there was a splashing sound as the first gush of pee escaped from her and cascaded down onto the ground. She stopped, and shuffled her bottom forward half a micrometre on the ledge. Then she let go once again, her pee emerging from under her voluminous skirt and hitting the ground first in a trickle, then in a strong jet. "Woohoooo! Ahhhhh that feels good," said Lily with a shudder of pleasure. Then as if realising what she'd just said, she let out a girlish giggle and covered her mouth with her hand. I couldn't see the source of her pee, which was hidden by the front of her skirt, but her stream was clearly visible between her legs. I wasn't even pretending to pee now, and was just staring intently at this shy young woman who had just discovered the delights of peeing outdoors. Lily gave me a triumphant grin. "Are you peeking, Car?" she yelled at me. "I'm more staring, to be honest. Are you peeing through your knickers under there?" "No I'm not!" I gasped in mock horror. "So all the worms can see your va-jay-jay, can they?" I asked teasingly. "Ha. You wish YOU were a worm. Car wishes he was a worm, everyone!" She pointed in my approximate direction. Her stream was weakening now, and she clenched her butt to abruptly cut off the flow. She started adjusting her knickers through her skirt, then changed her mind and let out a single, powerful spurt, then re-clenched. The patch of grass that her pee had been falling on was now well saturated and there was a little river spreading slowly across the ground in my direction. Ulrike said something under her breath to Lily, who had a brief look in her handbag and nodded back. Ulrike produced a tissue and handed it to Lily, who looked up at me once more. "I'm finished now, you can stop looking!" I twisted my upper body back round to face the bushes. My cock was as stiff as I'd ever seen it, and I didn't think I had much chance of either a discreet wank or a shameless pee. "Are you actually pissing there mate?" said Ryan in his permanently skeptical Leeds accent. Well, this was embarrassing. "I've got... stage fright," I lied. "You've got stage fry?" said Ulrike. "Stage frigh-TUH." "Stage fright. What is this?" Did I have to spell it out for her? "It's where there are too many people around and you can't piss!" I said a little too loudly. Lily burst out laughing. "You need to dip your hand in summat wet mate," suggested Ryan. "You need to dip your hand in Ulrike's puddle!" Thump. "Ow!" I guessed Ulrike had punched him in the arm. "The train's coming, Car. Are you finished?" said Lily? Damn it. I zipped up and followed the others back to the platform. On the train we met a pirate wench, a girl in a blonde wig and a school tie, a blood-stained Alice in Wonderland and Freddie Mercury. I admired Freddie Mercury's tight trousers. My erection vanished. We got off the train and headed down under the underpass towards the house. Ulrike and Ryan led the way, Lily and I lagged behind. "Do you still need to go Car?" "To go? Um, yeah, kinda." "Wall?" She pointed towards the side of the boarded-up pub in front of us. "Sure." "How come you couldn't go with the rest of us?" "Stage fright." "Pah." "What?" "Stage fright, my foot." I looked at Lily. She had a mischeivous smirk on her face. What was she implying? "You liked being flashed by Ulrike, didn't you?" "No! I wasn't even... that's not even true." "You're such a pervert!" We stopped by the side of the building, and I turned away and started intently peeing on the wall while I tried to think of a good response to that. "I enjoyed your performance more, actually." "What performance?" "Uh, when you pissed on the ground just now?" "I didn't do that. You're imagining it." "Imagining what exactly?" "Nothing! I don't know what despicable things you're imagining, you perverted... pervert!" Lily's hazel eyes sparkled and she broke into a wide grin. ================= [FuckYeahJools has just signed in. Click here to send him a message.] [J] WHAT IT IS MY DOGE [C] oh hi jools... [J] word B-) [J] So you + Lily are a f'real actual thing? [C] idk [C] think we mite be "seeing each other" [J] Random. [C] how did you hear about that? [J] From the Ryan-meister [J] This is him: [J] Car and Lily last night, know what I mean, nudge nudge? [J] And this is me: [J] ZOMG [J] slap me thrice and send me to my mama! [C] yeah we didn't shag if that's what he meant [J] ahhh I see, there was no smiting of evil? [J] you declined to, in the immortal words of Mr. D'Banj, do de hmm mm mm mm? [J] teh cake is a lie? [C] u know jools [C] sometimes i don't even have a clue what ur saying ================= Part 5 The most recent time I spent an evening with Lily, it was entirely by choice. Well, okay, I didn't actually do the asking out. But when she suggested at a FolkSoc meeting that we should all go to the cinema the following night, and all the other blokes started frantically searching for excuses, I was the one who said: "I'll come with you, Lily." She'd pulled me aside. "Are you suggesting a date?" she stage-whispered. "No! I just want to see Gambit, because, it's got Cameron Diaz in, and I don't want to go on my own like a massive dork, and you want to go to the cinema cos you're just super adventurous and that, so hurrah for the cinema!" "Super! I mean, um. Fucking class innit!" She looked at me hopefully. I never was able to raise a single eyebrow, so I raised both of them and looked sort-of sideways at her. I downed a can of lager and two eggcups of ouzo before I left the house, then a pint at the station bar, then gradually made another pint disappear while waiting for Lily to show up half an hour late. "Sorry I'm late Car I couldn't find the insoles for my shoes I have collapsed arches on my feet and I need the insoles with these shoes to stop them hurting? And so I got to the station and there was a train there andIthoughtaboutjustgettingonitandbuyingaticketonthetrain..." "Lily," I started. "...and I checked the film times online, on my phone, although it wasn't working very well because sometimes you don't get 3G signal between..." "Lily?" I pleaded. "...you don't mind waiting another 40 minutes for the film do you?" "Lily, it's okay." She looked so incredibly earnest. I stood up and gave her a big, affectionate hug before I completely realised what I was doing. "So yeah," I said. "You want a drink? I've only had this one so far." "I don't know. We could see a different film if you wanted?" "Nah, let's stick to the plan." "Are you sure?" "What do you want to *drink*, poppet?" Poppet? That was what my dad called my little sister. "Can I get you a gin and tonic?" "Could I have a beer please?" "A beer. You don't wanna be any more specific there?" "Um. Lager? That's the sparkling one isn't it?" We chatted about uni and Muse concerts and feminism and YouTube while Lily sipped her sparkling Corona, trying to avoid tasting it very much, and I ploughed through another couple of pints. I always enjoyed being nicely sloshed while looking at big colourful moving pictures, but today there was an ulterior motive behind taking on as much liquid as I could as casually as possible. We watched the film. The poster didn't lie, there was a fake painting. That was about all I could follow. I pretended to do the cinema arm on Lily a couple of times. Ironically, of course. I think. Jesus, how fucking fit is Cameron Diaz at 40? Very, as I vaguely recall pointing out to Lily several times. "Okay, where are we going now?" I asked Lily. "Do you know the Wheelhouse? They have cocktails there, and smoothies. Oh, and bumbleberry juice! And passion fruit juice, and..." "Good. Les's go there." I headed off down the service road that led around the back of the cinema complex. "It's this way, Car." "You sure it's not this way?" "That's a dead end!" "Nu-uh, there's a thing... there's a path just round there that brings you out onto Thingy Street." "It looks all dark though. We'd be much better going this way." Then it dawned on her. "Do you need to go to the loo?" Naughty Peeing with Lily "No. Yes." Lily sighed forcefully, but then trotted after me. There were a few clubs and bars on the ground floor of the cinema building, with back entrances that faced onto the service road. Amongst the entrance alcoves and the bins were plenty of spots for a quiet piss. But this time I was out of luck, because a group of three staff from one of the bars were huddled together in the middle of the road having a smoke break. Two girls and one guy. They would have known exactly what I was doing. Granted, they probably wouldn't have cared. I guess I just didn't want to embarrass my date too much. Or pee on their building. One way or another, I walked past them and towards the little path that led from the end of the service road alongside a ten-foot brick wall and out onto the busy pedestrian arcade of Thingy Street. Lily was puzzled. "Didn't you need the loo?" "But there are people," I complained, and gestured towards the people. "Where are you going to go then?" "Somewhere." "I thought you were a massive exhibitionist anyway." I looked her in the eye. "Fine. This was your idea." We were now no longer visible to the people in the service road, and although we were about twenty metres away from where the path opened out onto the street, the street lights were enough to clearly illuminate the wall and the dry paving stones where we were standing. Could I really pee here? This was a lot more public that I was used to. I stopped. Lily stopped too. She looked expectantly at me. I couldn't back out now. I took a deep breath, faced the wall, unzipped, and... "Sadie, where the hell are you taking us?" ...froze at the sound of another female voice. My first thought was that the young lady who'd just ducked into our alley from the street were there for the same reason I was. Then I saw a tiny flash of light. She was just getting some shelter to light her cigarette. Phew. Lily, meanwhile, turned white as a sheet. She hid in the only place she could; she hopped clumsily around me, grabbed my shoulder and buried her face in my upper arm. "I know them! That's Chloe and Mercedes and the other one! They're on my course!" "It's okay, I think she only came in here to light her cigarette." "She's still there." "Maybe she wanted to get out of the cold for a while." "How long is she gonna stay there? What if she sees me? What if she sees me with YOU?" "Oh, that's charming." I put my cock back in my boxers. "Let's go talk to them!" "What? No!" "Hey ladies!" I called out. And then, to Lily, "Say hi to your friends, Lily!" I started casually walking towards them. The girls glanced in my direction, and then the girl with the cigarette turned her back on me and walked quickly out of the alley. I'd scared them away. Oops. Oh well, I'd already demonstrated my willingness to pee wherever Lily suggested, so I thought I might as well save the actual performance for later. I walked out of the alley into the crowd of people bustling up and down the street. Lily followed me. "Were you really going to, you know, piss in the street where everyone could see you?" asked Lily. "The street as in, the tiny little path that no-one knows about? Everyone as in the one person who happened to be coming our way?" "So yes?" "Why are you so interested anyway?" "I'm not. I'm actually not." "Good. Cos I still need to pee. And you are SO not allowed to peek this time." "I wasn't peeking!" "No, you were staring." Lily blushed. "I'm sorry, I've just never seen a boy go to the bathroom before! My eyes are drawn to it. Like a car crash. You're a car crash, Car." She stuck out her tongue at me. I stuck out my tongue at her. And our eyes lingered on each other, and we leant in towards each other, and we kissed. Sloppily, drunkenly, passionately. For five seconds. "You kissed me!" accused Lily. "You kissed back." "You kissed me!" Lily paused to gather her thoughts. "And now you're going to ruin the suddenly romantic atmosphere by, I don't know, weeing on a dustbin or shouting rude words across the street or something..." "Well, duh." We walked on for a little while. To get to the bar we had to cross a footbridge over the trickle of water that called itself a river. I was assessing every little nook and corner for potential use as a pissoir. I was just drunk enough that I still felt physically fine, but mentally ready to pee somewhere completely public where I wouldn't have the courage to go if I was sober. But where? The crowds were much thinner as we reached the bank of the river. Only four or five people at a time were crossing. "Ahhh man," I said sighingly to Lily. "Running water." For all I was making a big deal of the need to piss, I was actually quite legitimately desperate now. My bladder had been expecting some relief back when we were in the passageway, and was clearly not best pleased to have been denied it. Lily looked at me almost sympathetically. "Not far to go now!" "It's aaaages away. We got to climb up that whole entire hill over there." She looked across at the steep slope that awaited us before we reached the bar. Then she looked over the edge of the bridge into the river. "Hey Car?" she whispered. I quickly read her thoughts. "Am not pissin offa bridge." Christ, that was a bit more public that I had in mind. "Why not?" "Cos. Dangerous. Splashing sound." "So don't aim at the water. I thought you were the expert at this!" I approached the wall of the bridge. I leant over, with the flat stone surface pressing into my chest and my cock level with one of the large gaps in between the supports. Could I possibly? No. Of course not. But say, hypothetically, that my cock was already out of my boxers and pointed off the side of the bridge - how easy would it be to casually start pissing in that case? Pretty easy. And if my fly were to somehow open itself right now, how easy would it be to covertly reach down, flip my cock out and point it off the side of the bridge? Also pretty easy. The only problem was that zipper. Why did zippers have to be so loud? Why did drunk people have to be so bad at doing things quietly? "Car, your trousers are undone." I looked down. Oh. I'd forgotten to zip up from before. "Come on, I really need to get to an ACTUAL bathroom." Gazing intently into space, I reached down and pulled out my cock. A quick check to make sure it was actually pointing through a gap. Yep, we were good. And before I even knew what was happening, a short spurt of pee shot out and splashed noisily into the river. I stopped. Aim for the bushes. Right. I aimed for the bushes, and... "Car! Policeman!" "That's not a policeman," I said breathlessly from the safety of the car park entrance on the other side of the river. "That's just a randomer in a high-vis jacket." "Why is he wearing one of those?" "Fuck knows. Ask him. In fact, don't, come with me, if we take the stairs up through the car park we'll come out right across from the bar and there won't be any nasty hills." The three-storey car park was built into the side of the hill. We made our way across the ground floor to the spiral staircase. Ugh, stairs. As soon as I took the first step up, stretching my bladder in the process, a twinge of pain ran through it. "In fact, I think there are toilets on the next level up." "Good," moaned Lily. She was having as much difficulty as I was. There were toilets on the next level up, right in front of us. But at this time of night, they were solidly barred and padlocked toilets. Shit. Well, I couldn't go up any further. I looked around for a convenient corner. Could I pee through the bars covering the toilet entrance? It would be kind of fun, but kind of unfair to Lily. Plus, there was a camera in the opposite corner of the small toilet area. Then, as I was seriously considering peeing in the corner directly below the camera and thus beneath its field of vision, I spotted it: round the corner where the ticket machines were, there was a vending machine not quite tucked into a corner, but pulled out about three feet along one wall, leaving an elevator-sized space enclosed on three sides. I sprint-walked towards it. Lily, who had been looking at the next flight of stairs with a worried expression, followed. "I thought you'd need someone to keep an eye out for randomers in fluorescent jackets," she gasped. "You thought I'd need someone to keep an eye out for my cock." "I don't know what you're talking about." I faced the corner made by the vending machine and the wall. Was there time for a little fun with Lily before my bladder gave up the fight completely? I paused. "What are you doing, Car! Hurry up!" "I'm having a little difficulty Lily. I can't find my cock." As if to underline my sudden, mostly simulated surge of drunkenness, I leant forward slightly and hit my head on the side of the vending machine with a noisy clang. "Is it not between your legs? Where you left it?" "I can't get it out. Too drunk." I looked round at Lily. "Help?" I expected Lily to refuse, shy away, call me a drunken chav maybe. But she didn't. She reached around me with both hands and tugged my jeans up by the belt with one hand. Then with the other, she yanked the zip down as far as it would go and dived inside and after fumbling around for a moment for the opening of my boxers, grabbed hold of my cock and pulled it through the opening. WHOA. Lily, the sweet, adorable rah girl whose family owned a load of banks and stuff, was holding my cock so I could pee on a wall in a car park. Without even calling me an awful drunk chav. "You're such an awful drunk chav, Car." "You're welcome." I think "thank you" was what I meant. Oh well. I relaxed as much as I could, and pissed. My stream started out hitting the corner of the vending machine, but Lily was watching and moved my cock slightly to direct the stream into the tiny gap between the machine and the wall. She pulled her hand back as far from the stream as she could, in the process pulling back my foreskin leaving my shining head exposed to the cold air as it sprayed its wonderful golden rain out in a forceful jet onto the bare concrete wall. So. Much. Relief. I groaned with pleasure while Lily wrapped her delicate fingers a little more securely around my tender manhood. The long anticipation of this shameless public pee in front of Lily, coupled with the complete shock of her helping me, was intensely arousing and for once I was glad of the softening effects of alcohol. There was now quite a puddle forming behind the machine and spreading out along the bottom of the wall. I shifted the focus of my senses from the feeling of the pee escaping my cock, to the feeling of Lily's body wrapped around mine from behind, her hips now pressed firmly up against my bum as she made herself as tall as she could trying to see over my shoulder. Then to that familiar excitement at how naughty I was being using a car park wall as my personal urinal. Then back to my cock, and straining to keep up the force of the stream right until the last second. I ran my hand lightly along Lily's arm until I reached my cock. "Can I have it back for a second?" Lily slowly, reluctantly, withdrew her hand to let me shake out the last drops. "I thought you were too drunk to move." "Am far too drunk to move. This isn't moving. This is avoiding getting piss in my pants. Natural behaviour. Like riding a bike." "You were going to get a lot more in your pants before I helped out." "Tha's true." Lily did have a way of being right. I put my cock back in my pants. "I liked how you held on to it the whole time. That was... that was a nice touch." Silence. "You're not gon' admit that you enjoyed it are you?" "No I'm not. I'm not going to admit that fact at all. Never to anyone." "God. You're so... perfect!" And I turned round to see Lily squatting with her back pressed into the corner, her long skirt hitched up and her knickers around her ankles. She looked up at me with her smokiest sexiest eyes, and as she began to pee forcefully onto the floor in front of us, adjusting her skirt to make sure I got the best possible view of her hairless pussy, an innocent smile flickered around the corners of her mouth. "Yes, I am."