Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2003 06:07:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Suzy Suburbanite <suzy999999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Champagne Reception (Lesbian, Urination)

Champagne Reception

By: Suzy Suburbanite

Notes & Disclaimers:

This story is set in a land far, far away where unsafe sex has no
consequences; a land where HIV/AIDS, Hepatitis, and other STDs don't
exist.  PLEASE DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!  It is fiction...it is FANTASY!

This story is a work of FICTION!  None of the characters or events herein
is based on real people, either living or dead.  It was produced for the
entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets
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Thanks to all who wrote regarding my previous stories!  Cheers!

Enjoy,
Suzy

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Part I


Chapter I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"MOM!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nancy?  What do you mean?"

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

Does everybody think I'm gay?

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

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

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

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

"It's Darlene."

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

"So, is there anybody else mom?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you tasted Darlene yet?" mother asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok mom...ok,"


Chapter III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Any light beer?"  My friend inquired.

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

"Sure"

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

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

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

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

"Nancy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


----------------End Part One of Champagne Reception----------------------


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