****** Annette's Second Coming Out, Part 3 by Buttdebra ******
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Annette's Second Coming Out, Part 3


As she walked into the club, Annette's anxiety almost overwhelmed her. Her
tummy was total butterflies, her head was spinning, but this time her nerves
didn't tell her to leave or turn around. She walked confidently to the bar. Her
short blonde hair and maroon lipstick and eye shadow made a funky combination.
She knew her 34a-26-36 body was as hot as anybody in this or any other lezbar.
She was confident and she knew what she wanted: Beige hanky in left rear
pocket, brown hanky under yellow hanky in right front. She just hoped somebody
actually knew what these meant these days, as it was a little indelicate to
introduce yourself by saying, "hi, I'm into toilet."

She ordered a Bud Light and began to look around the club. She saw a number of
gals looking at her, but no one made direct eye contact. "Light crowd for a
Friday," she thought to herself, but realized it was midnight. At this club,
that was a transition time that was usually slow as the early crowd left and
the late one started to arrive. Just then, an extremely hot brunette about
thirty years old sat down at the bar.

"Hi, I'm Tina," the slim woman said.

Annette almost choked like a schoolgirl in her reply. "My God it's like I'm
fourteen again," she thought to herself, realizing that her second "coming
out", this time as bona fide pervo, a toilet girl, was just like starting over
in the world of dating again. She had no idea what to expect, but she did know
what she wanted.

So, after a couple minutes of flirtatious eye-play and smal-ltalk, she put it
on the line, very playfully asking Tina, "Do you like my hankies? People don't
wear them as much as they used to."

"Oh yes," Tina said, "very nice."

In an instant, she knew this girl recognized the color code and was going a
different direction.

"Excuse me, I see an old friend across the way, but very nice to chat with
you." Tina kept her spirit up by an act of will, but realized success in her
mission might not be easy, might not even happen.

The thought suddenly occurred to her. She had to take a leak anyway and going
to the bathroom would give an opportunity for someone to follow. She walked in
and noticed only one stall doing business, so she lingered by the sink a
moment, hoping to eye a follower, but none came. She then entered one of the
stalls, placed toilet paper along the seat, and sat down to pee and think. The
aroma from the other busy stall began to waft in. "Not bad," she thought. She
realized again that it wasn't the urine or defecation itself that turned her
on. Without a lover attached to it, it was meaningless. Sure, the smell might
turn her on, but it was exciting a memory of sharing the most intimate sort of
passion possible, something she had denied herself for five years.

Annette then stood up, noticed the room now empty, and she took up a position
at the sink, lighting a cigarette. She looked hot and she knew it. She situated
her yellow hanky just so prominent with the brown just suggested, coming out
from under one side. Her heart began to pound as she pondered the dirtiness of
her act. Every girl, except the most naïve or dense, that came through that
door would realize what she was doing. She was soliciting their piss, maybe
more, if that hanky underneath really was brown like it looked.

The first woman in was mid-forties and bit dykish, not at all Annette's type.
Fortunately or not, the older woman was a bit drunk, looked at Annette, looked
at her hanky, and then just looked angry. "Christ, I hope I don't end up in a
fight with some bulldyke," she thought, wondering if she should go to the
town's only other all-girl bar. But the butch woman finished her business and
showed no inclination to wash her hands, though Annette moved away from the
sink for her. "This is too depraved," she thought, lighting another cigarette.

"Cheap fucking lighters," she mumbled and noticed someone walking in. "Wow,"
she thought, her mouth gaping open, dropping the cigarette to the floor as the
knockout blonde walked in. Without missing a beat, she kicked the cigarette
aside, pulled out another, and asked the six-foot tall Alicia Silverstone
lookalike if she had a light.

"Sure," she said, reaching to touch the yellow hanky while lighting the
cigarette. Annette played it cool on the outside, but just about pissed her
pants from excitement.

"It's not really my scene," the blonde said, "but you can watch me if you
want."

Annette smiled and followed her into the last stall. The girl pulled down her
pants, sat down, and told Annette to sit on her lap.

"I think everybody watched you coming in," she said, as she dry kissed
Annette's lips and caressed her bottom. "You make quite an entrance, though I
doubt half the girls know what those hankies are for."

"And you do?" Annette queried.

The girl nodded and said, "I'll try anything at least once, know what I mean,"
and now began French kissing Annette. They made out old school on the toilet
for about ten minutes, each girl getting to second base, as they used to say.

"I really gotta go," the girl said, and Annette kneeled on the floor in front
of her. Without being forceful, she spread the girl's legs open a bit and
finally asked her name.

"Alicia," she said, "how rude, I'm sorry."

Annette couldn't get over the coincidence in the girl's name and her
appearance, but didn't bother mentioning it, just in case it was intentional.
Alicia let go a loud fart and Annette looked at her as if to ask if it was okay
and the blonde acquiesced. Annette then leaned her head between Alicia's legs
and began to sniff. She looked up at the blonde and said, "It's really good."

"I'm glad you like it," she said. "I bet you're thirsty," she added and Annette
just about came at the thought. The taste of hot sexy girl piss for the first
time in five years. "Don't worry," the blonde said, "I'm healthy, no AIDS or
anything." And Annette moved her mouth to the blonde's pussy and opened up. The
piss began to trickle out and Annette knew immediately that young Alicia was a
white wine drinker. The pee was a little thin and not too gold, but plenty good
enough for Annette, who had craved it for so long. Besides, being thin, she
could swallow more directly. Then came another big fart, which she enjoyed with
her beverage, all the while caressing Alicia's large, round tits. "God, how
much has she been drinking," Annette thought, as she began to feel full from
this now very long piss. Just then, the fart smell became much more pungent and
biting. As the turd plopped into the bowl, she realized it wasn't a fart smell.
Finally, Alicia's piss fountain dried up. Annette looked up and felt the
message from Alicia's eyes it was all right to kiss her and she did. They
kissed for a couple of minutes, feeling up each other's tits.

As Annette's right hand slid down to caress Alicia's thigh, she noticed in the
corner of her eye the blonde reaching for some toilet paper. Without thinking,
without debating, without angst or anxiety, Annette turned her head, reached
her own left hand over Alicia's to stop her. Her heart pounding again, so loud
she was sure Alicia could hear it, she looked the blonde in the eyes and shook
her head from side to side. Annette resumed her place, kneeling on the floor.

"Are you sure," Alicia asked.

"Yes, I am."

With that, the blonde got up, swung her legs around, and sat on the toilet
backwards. Gently, Annette pushed the small of Alicia's back forward to give
her the proper angle. There, at the bottom center of this goddess' ass, there
was a smear of light brown mushiness. She moved forward, first smelling the
strong aroma, then scooping the shit into her mouth with her tongue. She almost
came at that moment, but she was out of practice after five years. She had
taken in too much too quickly and fought her gag reflex hard. "God don't make
me puke," she prayed, fearing embarrassment. Then, just as suddenly, the gag
response dissipated and she could savor Alicia's caviar. She licked the rest of
the shit from her ass and then began sucking on her asshole to make sure she
was clean. She poked her tongue inside, swirled it around and, satisfied she
had it all, began tongue cleaning her ass crack. Finally, to make it all nice
and dry, she got a little toilet paper and wiped. She stood up, got herself
dressed again and showed Alicia the remaining shit in her mouth. Although it
was quite rich, Annette made quite an effort to finish swallowing before they
left the stall.

"Look, I'm here with someone else, but that was really hot. Here's my card,"
Alicia said, handing Annette her business card. "Give me your number," and with
that Annette wrote her phone number on her own business card and gave it in
exchange. "Home and work," she said, showing Alicia the back and front sides of
the card. She looked at the blonde as she had when she finished drinking her
piss, but this time Alicia didn't give her the go ahead for a kiss.

As the Amazon blonde walked out of the bathroom, Annette cupped some water in
her hands and began to clean her mouth out. Only then had it dawned on her that
at least three women had been in and out of the bathroom while she was doing
toilet duty for Alicia, acting as her urinal and toilet paper. She was a true
pervert now, she thought, as she realized that idea of women knowing what she
was doing in there was a turn on. She reached down and re-situated the yellow
and brown hankies so that each showed evenly. With the brown hanky showing, she
wondered if the beige was necessary at all, but kept it there anyway.

She returned to the bar, ordered another beer, and now realized that she and
Alicia had been in the bathroom for almost an hour. One more hour was closing
time, so Annette knew she was probably going home alone. Just then, Tina from
earlier in the evening came back to sit next to Annette.

"Here," Tina said, handing Annette a card with a name and phone number on it.
"She's a good friend of mine. We used to go out, but she was into...well, your
scene, and I wasn't. She's really nice, give her a call."

"Thanks, I will," Annette said, offering to buy the brunette a drink. Though
she declined, Annette thought she had probably made a friend of her....and of
Alicia and maybe, who knows, maybe a lover out of...(looking at the
card)....Debra.

Annette drank a couple of more beers, still on a high from the piss-drinking
and shit-eating memory she had earned a couple hours before. "That fucking shit
was good," she thought to herself and vowed to never again deny her desires.
Yes, she knew she had acted recklessly, indulging in such unsafe sex with a
stranger. But this one time it felt right to her and she was glad she did it.
No longer would she shy away from the realization that she was a pervert.
Thinking of Alicia, of calling Debra tomorrow, and wondering what the chances
were of getting in Tina's pants and bathroom, she wondered what other perverse
adventures lay ahead for her.

b_debra@yahoo.com

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