3 comments/ 22636 views/ 11 favorites The World is Her Toilet Ch. 01 By: nopjans Betty and Edward had mutual friends they were meeting at a bar downtown, and it seemed like a good idea to share a ride. But Betty was growing frustrated. Edward had circled the same few city blocks five times already, vainly searching for free street parking. Betty felt the pressure building in her bladder, and didn't want to waste anymore time. "Look," Betty told Edward as she squirmed in the passenger seat, "you better find a place to park soon. Just park in that lot over there. I'll pay for it if that's the problem." "OK, fine. Relax!" muttered Edward. He drove into the parking structure and slowly circled the first level. No spots were open. He moved up to the second level, deliberately inspecting each aisle for an open parking spot. Nothing. "God damn it, Ed, just go up a few levels and park. You don't get a prize for finding the closest spot!" Betty grimaced, took a deep breath, and clenched her fists. Edward sighed and zipped up the parking structure's ramps to the fifth floor, where there were plenty of open spots. Slowing down, Edward looked left, then right, as if debating where, exactly, he wanted to park. After a few seconds of indecision, he finally directed the car into a spot. Betty unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to leap out of her seat. Before Betty could exit, Edward reversed, centered the vehicle between the lines, and pulled forward again. Betty threw the passenger door open and clambered out of the vehicle, pointedly slamming the passenger door once she was free. "Oh my GOD, I have to pee!" "We're only a few blocks from the bar," Edward said quietly. "Can you make it?" Could she make it? Probably, she thought, if she absolutely had to, or the stakes were high. Say, a million dollars was on the line. But, the situation was nothing like that now. Besides, Betty got a thrill from peeing in unusual places. Usually that meant in an alley, in the swimming pool, or in the woods while camping. Sometimes, though, she went over the line of decency. Peeing in a parking lot wasn't that extreme for Betty, but it would probably make the uptight Edward uncomfortable. That, she admitted, gave her a thrill too. "I don't think I can make it. I'm just going to go here, if you don't mind." Before Edward could object, she pulled her tight black pants down past her knees. Edward froze, as though he couldn't quite process what he was happening. Betty tugged at her lacy black panties, but didn't pull them down. "Are you going to watch?" she asked indignantly, though really she didn't mind if he did. Edward unfroze as his mind finally caught up to reality "Oh, right. I won't look," Edward said as he turned his back and stepped aside. If he had turned around, he'd have seen Betty pull down her panties and squat down. In this position, between her creamy, shapely legs, he'd have clearly seen her pussy, topped by a neatly maintained strip of black hair. She was proud of her body, and deservedly so. She was around 5'7", and pleasingly curvy, like an old-fashioned pinup model. "Whatever," said Betty, as she finally released the fluid pent up in her bladder. A clear stream of piss shot out between her legs, striking the concrete floor with violence. It thundered down for half a minute, then ebbed to a trickle before finally ceasing. Betty fished a tissue from her purse, and wiped. She looked around for a second before deciding to discard the soiled tissue beneath Edward's car. As she pulled up her pants, she looked at the foamy river of pee snaking across the ground and smiled. Edward stood with his mouth hanging slightly open. He seemed to be breathing heavily. "Uh, I hope you feel better." "You have no idea," Betty sighed. "If you take that long to find a spot next time, I might just piss all over your car." She said it jokingly, but in the back of her head, she meant every word. The bar everyone met up at was an absolute dive. It's heyday, if such a time ever existed, was at least 25 years in the past. If anything nice could be said about the place, it was that the drinks were cheap and the bartender mixed them strong. Toward the end of the night, Betty excused herself to use the ladies' room. "Oh my god, the bathroom here is so disgusting!" her friend Karen squealed. Naomi nodded in agreement. "I hope it's not too awful. I'm dying. I'll piss in the sink if I have to!" She said it as a joke, but she would have no problem doing it. Betty went to the back of the bar, down a narrow hallway, and turned left, where the ladies' room was located. She opened the door and found the other women had not been exaggerating. The toilet was stopped, and the floor was a swamp of piss and toilet paper, and it looked like someone had already beat her to pissing in the sink. The stench was foul. Betty frowned at the scene before her. There was a drain in the middle of the floor. Adding to the mess on the floor would have to do. Then, something else caught her eye. If she continued down the hall, there was another small lounge attached to the bar. It was roped off tonight - either the crowd wasn't big enough to justify opening it tonight, or it was some kind of VIP room. Either way, it was empty now, and that presented Betty with an opportunity. She shut the door to the bathroom, walked down the hall, and ducked under the rope. The room she found herself in as decorated like a Moroccan lounge. Low couches and large overstuffed pillows ringed the room. The floor was carpeted with a thick red shag, and the walls covered by velvety drapes. A few decades of spilled drinks, cigarette burns, and neglect had taken a toll on this room, but it still maintained an echo of its splendor. And tonight, it would serve as Betty's toilet. She removed her pants, shoes, and underwear, setting them aside. Where should she start? After a quick survey of the room, she had a plan. She walked up to one of the couches, adjusted her stance, and sent a stream raining down onto the thirsty fabric. Learning to pee standing up had been tricky when she first tried it a few years ago but she was glad to have done it. Being able to stand and pee allowed her to have so much fun! She swung her hips back and forth, directing the stream to and fro to spread the damage, then cut it off. She sent a short arc at the wall, leaving a streak of pee soaked into the drapery. She next unleashed an angry torrent of piss into the carpet for a few seconds. One spot in the rug had been drenched, but Betty realized this room had likely endured worse over the years. She was determined to leave her mark, and she knew exactly how to do it. Hanging on one of the walls was a stylized painting of a man in front of this very bar. Maybe he was the owner? Betty pulled it down and placed it on the floor between her feet. A shudder of pleasure rippled through her body as she sent a golden cascade onto the painting. A sound like fabric tearing filled her ears as her pee struck the defenseless canvas. Would someone hear what she was doing? No, she decided, the music in the bar was too loud. After what felt like an eternity, Betty's relief was complete. She returned the thoroughly defiled painting to the wall. The colors were running, and drops of pee were falling into the sofa below. Satisfied with her work, Betty dressed and rejoined her friends. "You girls weren't kidding about the bathroom. What a pit!" she said. "Still, I had fun tonight. I think we should come back again." The others agreed that a return trip should be scheduled, and they parted for the evening. As she walked back to the car with Edward, Betty quivered with anticipation. The World is Her Toilet Ch. 02 Betty wasn't quite sure how she had ended up here, at this house party hosted by people she had never met, surrounded by strangers. Supposedly the house belonged to friends of Darrin, who was a friend of Betty's friend Karen. Or was it friends of friends of Darrin? Whatever the connection, Karen had absolutely insisted on coming to the party. Betty didn't totally object to coming, but now Karen had disappeared into the sea of people. Well, Betty would find ways to keep the night interesting, with or without her friend. After an hour or so of mingling and drinking, it was time to pee. Betty inquired after the location of the restroom and someone helpfully pointed down the hall, saying it was the first door on the right. Betty looked down the hall and groaned. A line six people deep was already stacked in front of the bathroom door. Two of the women in line shifted back and forth uncomfortably. She should have expected this, given the number of people at the party. "Is this the only bathroom in the house?" she asked. Another person informed her there was another bathroom in the master bedroom, but the bedrooms were off-limits to party guests. "Forget that", Betty thought to herself. She hadn't intended to pee anywhere unusual tonight, but she also didn't intend to wait 15 minutes to use the facilities when she could already feel her bladder straining. Walking away from the packed hallway, Betty proceeded through the house until she found the kitchen. A door at the back of the kitchen led to the back yard. The yard was fairly spacious, and a handful of partiers had found their way outside. If not for the slight evening chill, Betty suspected the yard would be packed. Small groups of people stood around in conversation, away from the cacophony of people and music inside. A raised planting bed filled with orange, purple, pink, and white flowers as well as other greenery stood in the yard. This flower bed, indeed, the whole garden was quite impressive. Someone had taken a lot of care to select, arrange, and maintain the flora on display. Surely these lovely plants wouldn't mind a little extra watering? Betty strode confidently across the backyard to the flower bed, then gingerly hopped up onto the knee-high retaining wall. She moved a few feet into the dirt, behind some tall flower stalks, taking care not to crush the tender vegetation, then gathered her silver and black skirt up around her hips and squatted down. Betty enjoyed the feeling of the cool night air directly on her pussy as she pulled the crotch of her lacy black panties aside, tensed up her stomach muscles, and then relaxed. A thick, pale stream of pee burrowed a small crater in the soil between her feet, but the ground thirstily accepted what Betty had to offer. She shifted a bit, which redirected the stream over a grouping of lilies. A few people turned to watch what she was doing, but she felt no shame. If anyone was offended, she could always blame her behavior on the alcohol. The peeing continued for 20 seconds or so, when another women in the backyard said "Oh my god... why didn't I think of that?" A lanky blonde woman with an unsteady, intoxicated gate approached the flower bed as Betty sent the last of her pee into dampened earth. Betty bounced a few times to shake the remaining drops of piss off and slipped her panties back into place. Betty considered the delicate droplets of pee glistening on the lillies and smiled. "Do you mind if join you?" the blonde asked. Betty shrugged and smiled. "I'm done but I don't mind." The blonde stepped up onto the raised platform and occupied a spot near where Betty had just finished peeing. The woman moved seemed a bit unsteady on her feet. She stepped up into the planting bed with much less care than Betty had and crushed a few plants in the process. Once she found her balance, she unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled them and her panties down past her knees in a single swift motion. She bent at her waist and assumed a high, half-squat. A few drops trickled out first, then a thin beam of piss fired out an angle behind her, anointing more plants in the process. Another woman jumped up as Betty stepped down. "I was wondering where the ladies room was," she joked to Betty. Meanwhile, two men had moved to the back half of the flower bed, discreetly pulled out their cocks, and were happily pissing over the azaleas. Going back into the house, Betty could not help grinning. She had turned the tastefully manicured garden into an impromptu toilet... and it felt electric. There was something so wrong, yet so thrilling, about peeing on something so beautiful. No one here knew who she was. What other mischief awaited this night? Betty enjoyed a few beers and a liberal amount of water as well throughout the night. Before long, she had to pee again. She checked on the bathroom, and found the same snarled pileup of people as before. It was just as well, she didn't want to use the bathroom anyway. She considered returning to the flower patch, but that felt boring. As she explored the house, Betty found a door that led into the attached garage. A red convertible occupied one spot in the garage, the second stall was occupied by a beat-up table half-covered with boxes. On the far wall was a large basin and the washer and dryer. Peeing somewhere in the garage would be perfect, but where? Which target deserved the gift of being pissed on? Betty eyed the car, and fantasized about pissing all over the insides. She could perch herself between the driver and passenger seats and let go. She imagined rivulets of her pee flowing over the leather seats, soaking into the luxuriously carpeted floormats, coating the gear shifter, steering wheel, and dashboard with golden drops of hot rain... what would the owner think when he found a piss-drenched car the next morning? Or perhaps she should pee in the washing machine? It would be less vicious than peeing in the car, but still very naughty. Betty shuddered with pleasure at the thought of these strangers unknowingly exposing their laundry to her urine... Then she took a second look at the table, and realized it was the perfect target of opportunity. It was a pool table! Betty had peed in all kinds of unexpected places, but had never pissed on a pool table. (She had fucked on top of one once...) Pushing that memory aside for the moment, Betty took off her shoes and panties, then sat backwards on the table before scooted back on to the felted surface. She swung her legs up, then stood. A shudder of pleasure radiated through her body as she hiked her skirt up and squatted down again, facing the center pocket. She unleashed a stream, which pattered onto the green felt and soaked into the absorbent material. She pushed until the stream arced into the pocket. She then stopped and repeated the process for the corner pockets and the opposite center pocket. Rough, damp rays of urine leading to the pockets stained the felt, at least on one half of the table. She was not done peeing, but the other half of the table was covered with stacked boxes. Betty smiled when opened one of the boxes, and saw it was filled with haphazardly piled books. It was perfect. She hung her ass over the edge of the box and sent the remainder of her pee cascading down over the collected tomes. A sharp percussive sound registered as her piss impacted the wall of the box. "This might the closest thing to a toilet I pee into all night," she thought. Forty-five minutes later, after some more water and another beer, Betty felt the familiar urge building. Then, Karen seemingly appeared from nowhere. "Betty! I think it's about time to leave. Are you ready?" The party was starting to wind down, Betty admitted. "Ok, let me hit the bathroom first." "That'll take forever, Bets. Can you hold it?" "Do you want me to piss all over your car, Karen? There can't be much of a line anymore, right?" Karen shook her head. "I just came from there. There's like six people in line." Karen said, slightly annoyed. "Just go into Steve and Kim's room. There's a second bathroom in there. They didn't want a lot of strange people going into their room, but it'll be ok." "I'll be right back, K." Betty walked into the master bedroom, and saw two additional doors inside the bedroom. One led to a walk-in closet, the other was locked when she tried to open it. She knocked on the locked door. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" "Go away!" a drunken voice gurgled from within, followed by retching noises. Betty rolled her eyes, then decided that the walk-in closet would serve her needs just as well. She surveyed the closet before deciding what to do. There were two rows of hanging clothes along one wall. The upper row contained women's clothing while the lower one's contents obviously belonged to a man. Betty raised her skirt above her waist and slid her panties down to her ankles. She leaned back slightly, adjusted her pussy lips and exhaled. A few drops pee pattered out slowly onto the carpet between Betty's feet before coalescing into a stream of urine arcing out over the helpless dress shirts hanging in front of her. Betty swayed her hips, dampening several sweaters, then finished by dousing an expensive gray suit with her piss. Relief surged through her as one last wicked idea for the evening popped into mind. She stepped out into the bedroom, her panties still around her legs. She grabbed a corner of the bedspread and used it to pat her pussy dry. As she rubbed herself with the silky material, stray droplets of piss soaked into the comforter. She nearly came then and there, but held off and recomposed herself. Betty rejoined Karen by the front door. "Okay I'm ready!" "Oh my god, Betty... I'm sorry we barely saw each other tonight, but you would not believe the DRAMA that went down." Betty half-paid attention as Karen recounted her experiences at the party... something to do with Darrin and another man getting into a fistfight over Karen... Betty was focused on her own particular drama that night, and couldn't wait to get home so she could bring herself to orgasm. After the naughtiest peeing she had ever done, it wouldn't take long. The World is Her Toilet Ch. 03 3:30 AM, depending on how Betty looked at it, was either very late at night, or very early in the morning. Either way, she was almost home and looking forward to going to bed. After another fun night out with friends, she and Kelsey, who lived in the same building, were headed home together. The only thing missing from the night for Betty had been the chance to pee somewhere fun. She just never had a good chance to break away from her friends, engage in a little private mischief, and leave a mark on the world in her preferred manner. Betty felt the urge to pee growing, and was thinking about where she could relieve herself, if only she were by herself. If she had taken her car out, she might have just pissed in the parking garage. But, she mused, peeing on the pavement was mundane. The stairwell would be a little more exciting. She imagined crouching on a landing between floors, spraying down a flight of stairs. That was always thrilling. Or, maybe it would be in the elevator. Betty wanted to try to pee standing like a man in the elevator. She imagined her piss stream hitting a point waist-high on the wall, then pooling on the floor. No one would ever guess that a woman had made that mark! Or, would she go to the garage roof, hang her ass over the side, and make some passers-by on the sidewalk think it was starting to rain? Alas, since the girls rode the train, none of those was going to happen. Betty wasn't sure how Kelsey would react to her brazenly pissing all over the train. If Betty had found herself completely alone in such a situation, however, she might have taken the opportunity to christen a seat or the train's floor. "Next stop, right?" Kelsey asked, as she closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. She seemed to be uncomfortable and in a small amount of distress. "Yeah. Is everything all right?" "Oooh, I've gotta pee so bad," Kelsey said with a sheepish grin. Then she clenched her fists and shifted in her seat. "I can make it. I'll be fine." "If ya say so. We're almost there," Betty replied with an exaggerated version of the slight Southern accent Kelsey revealed when drunk or stressed. Right now, she was a little of both. Both girls laughed at how ridiculous Betty sounded, but Kelsey shifted in her seat again and crossed her legs. The poor girl's not going to make it, Betty thought. As the train pulled to a stop, Kelsey leaped out of her seat and bounded out as soon as the doors opened. Betty followed behind a bit more leisurely. "Shit, the bathrooms will be locked at this time of night, won't they? Damn! Why'd I drink so much water before we left?" Kelsey growled with frustration. "Sorry, babe. Gotta stay hydrated, and you don't wanna be hungover, do ya?" Betty replied, in an even greater mockery of Kelsey's accent. Kelsey no longer found Betty's teasing amusing, and marched out of the station with grim determination. "C'mon. Let's just get home. We're almost there." The girls' building was eight blocks from the the station. It wasn't a long walk, but to someone who desperately needed to use the bathroom, it was long enough. After three blocks, Kelsey stopped, pressed her hands against her crotch, and skittered back and forth, trying regain some equilibrium against the forces straining within her body. "Ah, hell," Kelsey whined. "I wish I were a man so I could just whip it out and piss wherever I wanted." "What's stopping you?" Betty prodded her friend. "I mean, I know you're not going to whip anything out, but why not just pee here on the sidewalk?" Kelsey shook her head. "No. Gross!" Then she pointed at all the apartment and condo windows overlooking the street. "Someone might see me," she hissed. Betty immediately formed a plan and grabbed her crotch, shifting back and forth where she stood. "You making fun of me again?" Kelsey said with growing impatience. Betty denied the accusation. "I haven't said anything before, but now I've really got to pee too. I'm strong enough and I don't think I'm going to make it." "C'mon, we're almost there. Just a few more blocks." "No, Kelsey. Look!" Betty pointed to a covered walkway between two buildings across the street. "If we duck in there, no one will be able to see us." Deep shadows hid the interior of the arcade from the street. "I'm not going in there," Kelsey protested lamely. "What if there are gang members dealing drugs, or an axe murderer hiding out in there?" Betty gave her friend an incredulous look and rolled her eyes. This was one of the safest neighborhoods in the city. Betty walked into the street and motioned for Kelsey to follow. The arcade contained a few business suites, a sandwich shop, and a jewelry store. Unless someone stood directly in front of the entrance, it was impossible to see the girls from the street. "Let's go in here. No one can see us. It will be fine," Betty urged her friend. "No! What if there are cameras in here or something? What if we're caught?" "Honestly, Kelsey... I'm not going to make it home. If you think you can make it, go. I'll catch up with you. " Kelsey turned and started to walk back to the street. Then she heard a telltale hissing noise and a focused jet of liquid striking a hard surface. She turned around and bugged her eyes when she saw Betty with her panties around her ankles, skirt pulled up around her hips. Kelsey saw relief wash over Betty's face as a silvery beam of liquid traveling from her pussy onto a basket of newspapers meant to be delivered to the building's tenants. "I didn't see those there. Oops!" said Betty as she shrugged. But she didn't move and sighed loudly with relief as her piss continued raining down, soaking into the stacked copies of the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, and the local city paper. Betty had spotted the basket of newspapers as soon as she entered the arcade and had immediately decided that she would make it her toilet. Of all the things she had peed on or in, this might rank as fairly tame. Still, ecstatic shivers traveled up her spine as she emptied her bladder and imagined the puzzled businessmen wandering in a few hours later, wondering what had happened to their precious newspapers. Kelsey looked at her friend freely and joyfully urinating on private property and felt a strange mix of revulsion, admiration, and jealousy. What Betty was doing was undoubtedly wrong - she destroyed those papers. But she was so fearless and certain in doing it! The sound of Betty peeing only intensified Kelsey's own desperation. "Ah, fuck it. I've gotta go, man!" "Hey, look," whispered Betty, as she pointed to the sign on one of the suites - Metro Rail System Authority, District Office. "Why don't you let them know what you think about them locking the bathrooms at 10 at night and not reopening them until 6 in the morning?" "Bastards!" Kelsey agreed, as slid her panties down before stepping out of them. She slipped her skirt up and faced the suite's front door. Lowering herself into a deep squat, Kelsey grabbed the brass handrail spanning the door's width, and held on for dear life. Feelings of fear, excitement, shame and joy swirled through her body, coalescing into a single point between her legs. At first, only a small, short trickle emerged. She'd been holding it in so long and so hard, it was difficult to let go now. Kelsey breathed deep and slow, trying to relax herself. At last, the deluge started with another light trickle. Instead of stopping shortly after beginning, it built into a heavy torrent of hot, turbulent liquid gold, striking against the door with a frothy fury. Finally, after nearly a minute, Kelsey's piss tapered off into a ragged trickle which soaked into the doormat before finally ending. "Oh... oh my god," she whispered. Betty fished a packet of tissues out of her purse and used one to wipe her pussy. "Feeling better?" She offered a tissue to Kelsey. "Yeah, I... Whew!" Kelsey wiped with the tissue, then, appearing to wipe again, gave her pussy a short, hard rub. "Do you think they'll get the message?" Betty asked. Kelsey looked around at the inundated newspapers, the mark spattered across the lower third of the door, and the long river of piss flowing away from the scene. "Yeah, I think so." "Well, I want to be sure!" Moving quickly, Betty opened the suite's mail slot and shoved her soiled tissue inside. Kelesy gasped and laughed. "I can't believe you just did that! You dirty bitch!" She opened the mail slot again and quickly deposited her used tissue too, before she could second-guess the decision. "Guilty as charged! C'mon, lets get out of here." Betty smiled, knowing that her circle of naughty peeing friends had expanded by one. Even if Kelsey might never be as vicious as herself, finding out what those limits were would be a lot of fun. The World is Her Toilet Ch. 04 Chapter 4: The Japanese Garden Betty awoke feeling refreshed and smiled as she recalled the acts of piss vandalism she and Kelsey perpetuated earlier that morning. The evidence would be gone by now, but maybe she would walk by the Metro Rail System Authority and take a peek anyway. Today might hold its own opportunities for naughtiness. A few weeks ago, Betty received a message from her friend Sarah. In college, the two girls had practically been inseparable, but Sarah had moved away after graduation. They still kept in touch, mostly through social media these days. "Hey, Betts! Going to be in your neck of the woods. Let's get together for lunch. Thinking about that restaurant we liked by the Japanese garden. What do you think?" the message read. The Betty agreed, and the plan was set. As Betty walked toward the sushi restaurant where they had arranged to meet, she spotted Sarah from over a block away. Standing over six feet tall, with a mediterranean complexion and long curly hair, Sarah was easy to find in a crowd. Today, she was wearing heels which only intensified her resemblance to an Amazon warrior. Anyone looking at Sarah now, in her sharply tailored designer skirt and jacket would see a gorgeous, professional woman who might have been an elite softball player in college. They would never guess she had embraced punk rock fashion, complete with a nose ring as well as pink and fuchsia hair. Sometimes, Betty had a hard time believing the crazy girl she befriended in college and the professional, respectable architect here now were the same person. Over lunch, it felt as if no time had passed since they had seen each other last. Over sushi, sake, and beer, the two girls caught each other up on all that had been going on in their lives. They'd shared a lot of the information with each other through phone calls, email, and Facebook, but catching up face to face was priceless. After lunch, they planned to visit the Japanese Garden, which was part of a larger public park in the city only a short drive away. The garden was separated from the rest of the park by a bamboo fence fronted by a massive wooden door. Few people bothered or knew about the delights behind the door, but the girls had always found the garden to offer a simply breathtaking display. Truly a feast for the eyes, the dark greens and browns from the meticulously maintained trees and bushes were accentuated by bright pink flowers, as well as small Japanese maple trees with bright red leaves. A red-painted wood bridge spanned a small pond filled with colorful fish. The garden also featured zen rock arrangement of white gravel, groomed with concentric rings emanating from the center, like ripples on a lake. Sarah pushed open the gate and drew in a sharp breath. "God, I love this place. Remember the first time we came here, Betts?" -- They had been freshman at the university, enrolled in the same cultural studies course. One of their assignments had been to visit this garden and write a paper about it. It had been a blustery autumn day, and the girls had been in the garden for nearly an hour without seeing another soul. Betty was feeling a small twinge in her bladder when she heard Sarah announce "Hey, Betty. Are you ready to go? I've really gotta pee." "Yeah, ok. Where are the bathrooms?" "I think there are some in the park." Sarah pulled out her park map and located the bathrooms at the far end of the parking lot. It would be at least 1/3 of a mile walk. "See? We're here. They're over there." "Why don't you go ahead, I'll stay here. I need to go now, and I don't want to walk that far." "Well, I don't really want to walk that far either, but I've got to go." Although Betty had only known Sarah for a short time, they were becoming good friends, and Betty felt she could trust Sarah with what she wanted to do. "Can I tell you a secret?" Sarah leaned in to hear what Betty was going to say next. "I was just going to go in the bushes when you left." Sarah's eyes opened wide and she shoved Betty playfully. "Shut the fuck up, really? I can't believe you." Betty felt embarrassment and a little ashamed. "Yeah. I guess peeing here would be wrong." Sarah smiled. "I just can't believe you were going to make me walk that far by myself. Fuck it. We're outside. It's going to rain in a few hours. No one else is here. What's the harm?" She pulled her pants down and stood astride an azalea bush with a high squat. Betty thought her friend looked like some kind of wild goddess, her body completely unhidden from view as she rained hot piss over the delicate pink flowers. In the afternoon cold, steam rose from where Sarah deposited her golden gift. Piss rivulets flowed over the bush, the flowers and leaves coated with small droplets of liquid. After 20 seconds or so, the sound of her peeing slowed, then ceased. Sarah bounced up and down a few times, then pulled up her pants, and covered her face in a mock-demure gesture. "Ah. Much better." Betty's heart raced with excitement at her friend's fearlessness. "I can't believe you did that," Betty said while laughing. "What can I say? I'm a nasty bitch! And so are you!" Sarah said, then stuck out her tongue. "I know I am. I just didn't know you were! OK,it's my turn now," said Betty as she approached the bush Sarah doused and reached under her skirt to pull down her tights and underwear. Sarah shook her head. "Nuh uh! Gotta mark your own territory!" Both girls laughed at how ridiculous and juvenile the game was, but Betty played along. Betty surveyed the grounds and walked to the edge of the path where an arrangement of immaculately groomed white-gray stones stretched out before her. The rock garden, she had read, was meant to resemble a body of water. She reached into her bag and pulled out an unused napkin from lunch. Betty set her bag down at the edge of the path, walked out onto the stones a bit, then pulled down her tights and underwear. As she eased down into a squat, Betty smiled at the idea of figurative water serving as her literal toilet. Soon, a heavy torrent of steaming gold liquid rained down on the stones for roughly 15 seconds, then stopped. Betty squeezed her stomach muscles, sending three additional squirts of pee jetting out from her vagina onto the glistening, piss-darkened stones. She felt completely, utterly relieved. She used the napkin to dry off the remaining pee from her pussy and legs. She admired her handiwork, then tossed the napkin to the side. Anyone who happened upon the semi-random strip of damp stones and the wadded-up napkin would know what had happened. Peeing on the stones was dirty, but callously disturbing the serene nature of the garden with used napkin seemed even worse to Betty. The joy she felt at placing her own convenience first above all other considerations, and the transgressiveness of her actions excited her more than she cared to admit. "C'mon, let's get out of here." "I've seen everything I needed to see," Sarah agreed. As the two girls ran toward the exit she added "Oh my god, that was so fun!" -- Of course Betty remembered. "I sure do." "Can you believe what awful things we did back then?" "Oh man, we were really bad," Betty agreed. The garden had been first, but numerous alleys, alcoves, parking garages, stairwells, hallways, doorways, and closets had served as impromptu toilets for them over their years of friendship. Other than the girls, the garden seemed empty. A gentle breeze blew through the trees, and the soothing percolation of a fountain contributed to the zen calm of the park. "It's a shame more people don't come here. This is one of the best places in the city." Sarah approached the fountain, a large circular stone basin half-filled with water trickling from a simple bamboo pipe. "Then again, I feel like this is our special place, and I'm glad no one else seems to know about it." She paused, and glanced at the fountain. "Oh god. I had a lot to drink with lunch. Doesn't that sound make you need to pee? Let's find the restrooms." Betty felt a twinge of disappointment. She knew her Sarah had definitely changed and matured since college. Even though Betty told Sarah everything, Sarah hadn't talked about peeing in public herself for ages. Still, Betty had thought maybe Sarah brought them here for more than revisiting old memories. "OK. Remember where they are?" "Of course I do. Right fuckin' here!" Sarah said before pulling her skirt up and tights down. She maneuvered into position, sitting on the edge of the fountain, her naked ass and pussy hovering just a few inches above the pool of water. Seconds later, the gentle sound of water trickling from the bamboo pipe was joined by that of a much harder stream splashing into the pooled water. As Betty recalled, such fountains represented cleanliness and purity. She felt an electric surge in her body as she watched her friend pollute the sacred water with urine. "Oh my god, Sarah! Holy shit!" "What? C'mon Betts. You know this is so much nicer than some stinky public bathroom in the park." The sound of Sarah's pee cutting through the water ceased for a moment, then resumed briefly before finally ending. Sarah moaned with relief, then stood up and considered the round stone bowl filled with piss-polluted water topped by a lace of small white bubbles. She shrugged. "Besides, doesn't it look kind of like a toilet?" Betty felt that, as an architect, Sarah knew exactly what the fountain symbolized and had chosen it to be provocative. "Sure, now that you've pissed in it. You're so boring now that you're respectable," Betty teased. Sarah shot back a middle finger and laughed. "OK, let's see what you've got then." Betty would have to pee somewhere especially crass to top Sarah. She would have enjoyed using fountain herself, but when they peed outdoors together, one couldn't pee where the other had just gone. That was marked territory. But, she had an idea. "Watch this!" Betty walked to the middle of the bridge crossing the koi pond. The water was teeming with a few dozen magnificent fish in striking combinations of vivid color, swimming lazy circles around their shallow confines. Little did they expect, Betty supposed, that their home was about to be rudely pissed in. Betty pulled her skirt up and took off her underwear. Then she pulled up on the her pussy and leaned back slightly. "This pond is nice, but I think it's missing something." A thin, forceful jet of liquid shot from Betty's vagina into the pond. Betty laughed as the fish scattered when the stream broke the tranquil surface of their pond. She twisted her hips and directed her stream towards one group, then another, denying them refuge, and chased them with her piss until they swam out of range. When her stream began to lose power, she squat at the edge of the bridge and let the last vestiges of pee trickle into the water below. "Ahh," she sighed. "I think I found the missing ingredient." Sarah cackled with delight. "You're the worst!" "I sure am," Betty agreed. "And that's why we're friends."