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Pissie (Complete)

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F+/F, College, Lesbian, First, GS

Note this story is composed of Two Chapters and Five Parts total and
is complete in this document. Previous posts to LW Forum and GWS were
done as five part serials for the author's convenience. -rr

Pissie
by rachael

Chapter 1
Part 1

When I was nineteen I broke out of prison. Well, not really, but it
felt like that. I just finally got to leave home and go to college. It
sounds different, I know, but you don't know my parents either. Too
much of anything can be bad, even love, and to tell the truth I was a
little suffocated with it. So the college I went to was about as far
away from home as I could get.

My name is prissy anyway, no I mean it really is Prissy, and that is a
terrible name. Maybe even worse than you can imagine if you're
thinking I grew up being called Pissie, because I was, but not only
that I was sort of into it too. Like secretly, you know. By myself, in
the bathroom, that sort of thing.

And so people would tease me in grade school, not so much in high
school because I filled out nicely when I was around 14 and 15, but in
7th and 8th grades, like that, other kids, girls who didn't like me,
they'd call me Pissie and I'd pretend I didn't like it.

But you know what? I'd go home and remember those girls and what
they'd said and I'd slowly but surely learn how to masturbate. I mean
it isn't all that hard, but the exploring, finding out what I liked,
getting used to my body. Yeah, all that stuff, I was doing it and more
often than not, before I could have even those little sort of orgasms
that I thought were so good back then, I'd usually end up peeing on my
fingers. I liked that a lot.

And that grew over time to where I liked being naked, in the empty
bathtub, laying on the cold porcelain and really just getting myself
off while I pissed in my cupped hands and rubbed it over my body, my
growing breasts. My face especially, I loved the taste of my own pee.
I'd been scared of it at first, but I got over that quickly and I'd
lick my hands clean, and eventually I was sipping and then drinking
the stuff.

All by myself, of course. I wasn't crazy or stupid, not by any
stretch, and I was careful not to get caught. I spent a lot of time in
the bathroom, and public ones too, sitting in a stall and playing with
myself while girls at school came in and pissed next to me, just on
the other side of the partitions. Or at the mall, getting myself off
while anonymous women used the toilets around me.

I never thought it was bad. I didn't suffer any weird guilt trips. I
wasn't hurting anyone, you know. But I couldn't tell anyone either,
which was the big bummer in my life. That and being pretty gay,
obviously. Not totally, I mean I wasn't like 100% sure I was queer for
other girls, but when I closed my eyes and rubbed my pussy...Other girls
is what I thought about, so...Yeah, I had a clue.

It was okay though, because my parents were so uptight it wasn't like
I had to pretend I had a boyfriend. The fact was I couldn't have one
anyways. I was a good girl, sweet and innocent and home by the time
the streetlights came on, in bed by ten and holding a teddy bear. I'm
serious, it sounds stupid, but that was me.  I suck my thumb to this
day, honestly, but I'm no baby or anything. I just have an oral
fixation or something. I dunno.

Anyway, so I was such a good girl I had my pick of colleges and I
picked a serious school, a woman's college in New Jersey, which is
neither here nor their really. And I was free.

I was nineteen years old, 5'6" tall and a very proportional 110
pounds. My hair is boring brown, but I colored it blonde like 10
minutes after I moved into my dorm room, so it was golden really. Nice
boobs, not big or anything, but firm and more than a handful, and
topped with pretty pink nipples. The nubs themselves I mean, the
areoles we're practically white, like the rest of me.

I swear, if you saw my tits you'd think I just had nipples, sorta long
and very pink, poking from pale round globes. You have to get close to
see the little round patches of creamy skin around them. I shaved my
pussy and I'd been doing that since I was 16, which isn't easy when
you're mom is as anal and overprotective as mine was. I had to join
the school swim team just so I could shave. I hate swimming, but it
was a good enough excuse that my mom let me do it. Plus I got to see
some of my friends up close and personal after school.

I have a cute face too; everybody likes my face, mostly because I'm
seriously animated. Like every possible emotion I experience is just
there for everyone to see when I talk. Surprise, anger, joy, whatever.
My green eyes and little upturned nose, even my full lips and my
dimples, especially my dimples...Everything just gives me away and a lot
of my friends like to say things, weird things, just to see my face
react.

I feel like a cartoon sometimes, I swear. But I'm cute and people see
me they smile, friends and strangers alike. It helps that I'm totally
outgoing too, of course. I'm a people person, no doubt, which is hard
to believe considering I lived like Rapunzle at home. Probably I'm
just making up for lost time though. That's my excuse anyway.

So...Now that we know about me...See, I told you I like to talk!

I was staying in a 22 room dorm, which seemed kind of big, but it
really wasn't. All girls, of course, and there was a lady there who
kept us in line, because we were all freshman. We didn't call her our
Dorm Mother though, she hated that, so we called her Patty. And I
figured out like as soon as I got there, within seconds that I didn't
have to be Prissy anymore. I mean none of these people knew me at all,
and how unusual was it to have a given name, a proper name, but really
to be known by something else? Like a pet name, or a nick-name. It
isn't rare at all, especially at college where if you don't have one,
they'll give you one.

So you're better off giving yourself a name that you like.

=-=-=-=-=--===-=--=-=-

Chapter 1
Part 2

"Hi, I'm Patty." The woman said and she was older, in her forties.
Nicely shaped and motherly, but not a mother, that was for sure. Big
sisterly would be a better expression.

"Hi." I nodded. "I'm Pissie."

I smiled and looked around a little. I'd just gotten out of my taxi,
lugged my suitcase up to the door and inside, and now I didn't know
what I was supposed to do.

"Pissie?" The woman gave me a little look and I noticed she had a
folded up piece of paper and she opened it. "Prissy?"

"Yeah, but..." I shrugged, and probably blushed. "...I like Pissie.
Everybody calls me that." It was a white lie, but I'd made up my mind.

"Okay." She said slowly. "Pissie then. Do you have your letter?"

"Oh, yeah." I nodded and so then I was Pissie. I got my room
assignment from Patty and she showed me where everything was, gave me
my little orientation packet, which basically said be at such and such
place at such and such time for freshman orientation, you know. It was
all pretty easy and Patty was nice enough, once she got used to my new
name.

There were a dozen girls there already and we still had a couple days
before the school year really started, so other girls would be
arriving over the next few days. I colored my hair, first thing. I
mean I really hated my hair, just plain brown. Ugh! Blonde seemed a
lot more fun and I got one of the girls to help me, Carol, who was
tall and pretty with black hair and even black eyes. I mean the color,
not like someone...never mind. Anyway, she helped me color my hair and
that was fun.

We were in the big bathroom, it was a community bathroom, so there
were like 7 sinks and mirrors and toilet stalls. The showers were in a
separate room, right next door, a community shower with eight shower
heads and pretty pink tile on the floor. Just outside that was a
changing area and there were even little lockers there, enough for all
of us to put our soap and shampoo in. It was simple and nice, although
some girls complained about not having bathrooms in their rooms.

I was just wearing a towel, an old one I'd brought from home, wrapped
around my breasts with the end tucked in between them. Naked
underneath, I was going to take a shower anyway as soon as we were
done. Carol just wore cutoff jeans and a t-shirt and I hoped she
wouldn't stain it, but she didn't seem worried about it.

"I never met anyone named Pissie before." Carol was smiling at me in
the mirror. "Doesn't it sorta...bother you?" She giggled a little self-
consciously.

"No, uh-huh." I smiled back, trying not to move too much as she
squeezed color out of the plastic bottle. "I like it."

"Well, that's cool then." She shrugged.

Carol was just eighteen, a little younger than me, and she'd come from
a small town in Pennsylvania. And we talked for awhile, about nothing
really. Our families mostly, laughing at how dumb they were, and how
strange college was going to be, all that stuff.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, and I was hitting on her, or
trying to anyway.

But it wasn't like I had a lot of experience or anything, so mostly it
just sounded like chit-chat, innocent girl talk, but I was trying, you
know. Making eye contact in the mirror and smiling a lot, but that
didn't seem to be going anyplace, so I figured I'd try something else.

"Yeah, sorta." Carol smiled, and she was really pretty when she did
that. "He's not going to college or anything."

"Oh." I nodded, like I understood.

"How about you? Got a boyfriend back in Seattle?"

"Me?" I giggled and let my face show how silly that idea was, because
my face was good at that. "No way." I shook my head, just a little.

"No way?" Carol giggled too, but she was confused probably, since I
was cute and didn't cute girls have boyfriends? "Why?"

"I don't like boys." I smiled at her, looking into her reflected eyes.

"Oh." She blinked at me and then deciphered what I was saying. "Oh,
you mean you're a..." She turned really red, it was sweet and I nodded,
just a little.

"Lesbian. Yeah." I sucked my lips a little.

"Okay, yeah. That's cool. I mean..." She didn't have any idea what to
say now.

"It's okay." I told her. "I'm not gonna bite you or nothing."

"Ah..." She giggled. "...I just never. So, um...Do you have a girlfriend? Or
anything?" Carol asked slowly, like she wasn't sure if I'd get mad or
something, but I just thought it was kind of funny.

"Not yet." I sighed a little, frowning. "I definitely need one
though."

"Yeah, well sure." Carol cleared her throat and looked at her watch.
"Uh, we should rinse your hair now. I think it's long enough."

"Okay." I was easy and I just bent over so my head was over the square
porcelain sink, turning my face so Carol could rinse my hair for me.

I don't know what I was expecting, like maybe the first girl I'd meet
at college would be a pretty lesbian and we could live happily ever
after or something. She was pretty straight though, and we both knew
it, so I wasn't gonna stalk Carol or anything. She knew I was into
girls now, and probably suspected that I wouldn't mind being into her,
but at least she didn't run away. That was a big plus.

Another big plus was the strange but true fact that once you come out
with one person, one girl in a dorm, within 12 hours every girl there
is going to know. Now I'm not saying Carol went door to door to spread
the news that I was gay. She probably only mentioned it, you know like
"Oh, have you met Pissie? She's really nice, yeah...She's a lesbian,
yeah, she told me. It's not a secret or anything. But she's really
nice too."

Something like that, and then the other girl told another one, they
told two more, four becomes eight, yeah. So by breakfast, when I
wandered downstairs after my first night at college, there were a
dozen girls all looking at me. But trying not to look, you know? Like
glances and smiles and little nods, that sort of thing.

Luckily though, I'm just not the sort of girl to get worked up about
that. I thought it was sorta cool, actually, being the center of
attraction. It was a new experience for me.

"Mmmm...Pop Tarts!" I grinned, "Cherry!" And I just leaned against the
counter in my blue halter top and old worn through the knees blue
jeans, waiting for my tarts to pop.

The other girls didn't really say anything at first, being all 18 or
19 and fresh off the farm, so to speak. None of us were from New
Jersey, I didn't think. Not that it matters, I'm just talking and so I
was waiting and I figured I oughta say something, you know, especially
since I really hadn't met all of them yet.

"You guys like my hair?" I asked, combing my fingers through it. It
had turned out good, I thought, like golden blonde and it was so weird
seeing myself like that.

"Yeah, it looks great." A girl said. "I'm Renee."

"Hi. Thanks, yeah. Carol did it for me last night." I smiled at Carol
and she actually blushed a little, like I'd said we'd kissed or
something.

"What color was it?" Another girl asked, she was sort of mousy with
short brown hair.

"Brown." I told her and I laughed, because she did. "You should color
yours."

"You think?" She touched her hair and that was cool because then
everybody was talking and we all got introduced and it was hopefully
obvious that despite my weird name and my being a lesbian I wasn't
much different from any of them.

I know some of them were a little put out by it though, just because
some people are. They don't really have a reason, who does? They just
never met a girl who would come out and say she was queer.

"Are you really gay?" The mousy girl asked me later. Her name was
Olivia but everyone called her Liv.

"Yeah." I nodded and then smiled. "Are you?"

"Me?" She sort of gave me big brown eyes. "No, uh-uh."

"That's okay." I smiled.

"Yeah." She nodded. And then me and her and Carol went out for some
pizza, which was fun.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Chapter 1
Part 3

It took about a week, or eight days I guess, according to my diary,
before my boldness paid off.

I was in the shower, by myself which wasn't unusual, just as taking a
shower at the same time as some of the other girls wasn't weird
either. A couple girls avoided me though, I knew that, but most of
them were okay and didn't treat me any different.

Anyway, I was in the shower and I was shaving my pussy, which I do
every three days or so, sometimes less because it does grow kind of
quick and I hate stubble totally.

"Does that hurt?" Linda's voice surprised me. She was just coming in,
or maybe she'd been standing there watching me, I wasn't sure.

She was 18 like most of the girls, and about my height, maybe an inch
taller, with smallish breasts and big thick nipples, like really
puffy. I loved her nipples. A nice body with a really great ass. Her
face was cute, with a small mouth and soft brown eyes beneath shoulder
length auburn hair, brown with just a hint of red in it.

"What? Shaving?" I paused what I was doing. "Nope, not at all."

"Oh." She nodded, but it was one of those things where you know she
wants to say something more.

"You want to try it?" I asked her. "I'm just about done. You can use
my razor."

I glanced down at her sex, not like staring, just a quick look and I'd
seen her naked before anyway. Linda had a lot of hair. Her legs were
smooth, I don't mean she looked like a wookie, just that her pussy was
thick with pubic hair. I couldn't even see her lips or anything
hardly.

"Uh, I got one." She smiled, "For my legs, my underarms, like that."

"Sure." I nodded and went back to work on my pussy, and I was pretty
close to done, but now Linda was watching me so I was going slower,
and I didn't turn away from her at all.

"Do you..." She started saying and then stopped, just standing there
watching me with the water spraying on her back and shoulders. She was
touching her stomach, not really knowing what to do with her hands, I
guess.

"What?" I asked, turning a little so I could rinse my pussy off. It
was smooth and pink now and my clit was hard as hell, because it
always got like that when I shaved. Linda could definitely see my clit
cause it's like an inch long and bright pink, seriously unmistakable.

"Could you show me how?" She asked and she was almost wincing like I
was going to laugh at her or something.

"Yeah." I smiled. "Sure, it's easy. You want me to show you now?"

"Um." Linda swallowed so hard I could hear it. "Can you show me in
your room? Maybe?"

"Sure, okay." I nodded. "But it's kind of easier with running water."
I giggled, and that just shows how inexperienced I really was at that
time.

"Oh, ummm..." She didn't seem to want to do it there, and I could see
Linda's point. I mean anyone could walk in and being shaved by another
girl, especially a lesbian girl, well...

"But, yeah I guess if we got a towel damp, you know." I shrugged.
"That would work."

But mostly I figured all that hair she had was really gonna clog up a
razor, but I had a little plastic packet with 4 or 5 new ones in it.
You know, those disposable Lady Bic shavers. And I really wanted to
shave her too, you know. I didn't seriously think she was coming on to
me, I figured she just wanted to know how, which was okay. At least
I'd get to see her up close, touch her a little maybe.

"Good." She let out a little sigh of relief. "Like tonight? Ummm a
couple hours from now, is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I shrugged, but I'd mostly thought she'd meant like
right now, so that was disappointing.

"Okay." She smiled. "I'll um, I'll bring a damp towel then. And my
razor and...stuff."

"Okay." I nodded, thinking this was kind of weird, but sort of okay
too.

I figured it out though, I mean she was coming to my room when
everyone else would be gone out, or watching television, or just in
their rooms reading a book. Nobody would see Linda coming into my room
and I wondered if that meant something, or if it was like all the
girls were gonna be that way. Then again, I was going to help her
shave her pussy too, so...Duh! It had to mean something, right?

About quarter to nine there was a knock and it was Linda, naturally.
She looked happy, but nervous too maybe and I might have been nervous,
but I didn't exactly feel it. I don't get nervous a whole lot for some
reason, like God forgot to put that bone in my body, or something.

Linda was carrying her stuff, including a very wet and warm towel,
like dripping wet and I laughed at her when I saw it, wondering what
we were gonna do with that. She had her razor too, and a little can of
shaving cr�me. So that was cool, but I had my stuff out too, just in
case. It was weird having a girl come to my room so I could teach her
how to shave her pussy. I mean nobody showed me, I just sorta did it.
It wasn't complicated, but there had been some small worries about
cutting something too, so maybe that was the deal with Linda.

"Hey, come on in." I smiled, still laughing at the towel thing a
little, but I got the one I'd used for my shower earlier and we put
hers on that.

"This is really nice of you, Pissie." Linda was smiling too, but not
really relaxed. "Uh, are you gonna lock the door?"

I'd just closed it so I looked at her. "You think I should?" I asked,
wondering why.

Nobody was going to just walk in my room anyway, that was for sure,
and all we were doing was shaving her pussy. Every girl in the dorm
had one of those.

"I'm just shy." Linda made a little face.

"Okay, sure." I shrugged. I turned the latch and she seemed to relax a
little, becoming a little less tense anyway. "You want something to
drink? I got um, ice tea and some diet Pepsi, or...uh, that's it."

"No, I'm okay." She stood in my room looking around.

It looked just like hers, really. A simple bed, a desk and chair, a
little fridge. I had some books scattered around, mostly so it
wouldn't look so empty til I got some real stuff. I'd put up a poster
of Cap'n Jack Sparrow, cause Johnny Depp was way cool.

"I need to get some stuff." I giggled. "My room sucks, huh?"

"It isn't bad." Linda smiled, looking pretty all of a sudden. "It
looks like everybody else's right now."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I really need a radio or something."

"Me too." Linda nodded and we were getting to the awkward silence part
of our conversation.

"You wanna do this?" I asked, gesturing at the having cr�me and razor
she was still holding.

"Oh, yeah." She giggled. "Sorry. Um, where should I sit? On the bed?
Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's great." I nodded. "Uh, take of your shorts though, and
um, your panties, right?"

"Oh." She reddened and smiled, looking down. "Yeah. That would make it
easier, huh."

She was wearing a small t-shirt, one of those short ones so I could
see her flat tummy, and pink denim shorts. They were pretty cute,
little short shorts, that showed off her legs and butt. I thought they
were hot.

I'd sorta debated what I was gonna wear. I mean it was my room and
mostly I just hung out in panties, not even a t-shirt or anything
really, but I'd put on a little skirt, plain old white and pleated. It
had been nice once, but now it was just for around the house, you
know. And a blue t-shirt that had a picture of Donald Duck on it. I'd
swiped it from my youngest brother, just cause I like Donald Duck.
Don't ask me why.

So I waited while Linda got undressed, and she did it kinda half shyly
and half not, like it was embarrassing for her either way, and she
kept glancing at me to see if I was looking and you know I was. I had
to, she was pretty and taking off her shorts. Linda had little red and
white striped panties, real thin strips and bikini cut. She took those
off slowly, with a little smile and a red face, and sat down quickly
with her hands in her lap.

"Okay." I smacked my lips a little, grabbing my desk chair, which was
where I'd put the towels, and moving it close. "So, you gotta get your
pussy wet first..."

It felt dumb saying that, but I wasn't sure if she wanted me to go
step-by-step or what.

"Uh...Pissie?"

"Yeah?" I looked at her.

"Would you do it for me?" Linda asked slowly, stressing the word 'for'
a little.

"What? Shave you?" I kind of scratched my nose, cause it itches
sometimes.

"Yeah." She nodded, looking into my face. "I might um, screw it up. Or
something."

I laughed at her, gently for sure, but it was still a laugh cause it
was kind of silly.

"It's not a haircut." I grinned at her. "It's easy."

"Yeah, I know but...Would you?"

Now see, this was the problem with living in the prison that was my
home for 18 years, because she was coming onto me hard. I'm sure you
can see that, and I can definitely see it looking back, but at the
time I had no experience with anybody coming onto me, except teenage
boys at school. And I was gay, so they didn't count! I'd totally
ignored those guys.

But here was Linda, a pretty 18 year old college coed in my locked
dorm room with her shorts and panties off, asking me pretty please to
shave her pussy. And I was trying to talk her out of it! Jesus, I was
stupid.

Luckily even stupid people have guardian angels and the light bulb
clicked on above my head.

"Uh, yeah, sure Linda." I sort of blinked because that light bulb was
pretty bright and I suddenly realized I was probably going to have sex
for the first time in my life. With someone other than myself, I
mean.

The easiest way for me to do it, really, was just to sort of kneel
down by my bed and Linda faced me with her legs spread and she was
sitting up at first, pretty red faced and smiling and breathing a
little harder. I was breathing hard too, since she was like right
there. I'd seen a lot of pussies before, of course, I mean I had one
of my own, so it wasn't a mystery. But still...

"Maybe, uh...You got a lot of hair." I giggled and so did Linda. "Why
don't you lie back a little and scoot your butt and, um...put your legs
up, like that yeah...That's better."

So Linda had her heels on the bed, knees bent and her pussy like right
in my face now, which was about making me crazy, and she was laying
down with her head pushed up on some pillows.

"Comfy?" I asked, licking my lips a little and Linda nodded.

She was definitely excited too, I mean she was ripe. I know my pussy
smells when I'm excited, not bad your anything, not lie people a mile
away can tell, but when you're close...Linda was the same way. I could
smell her, a sweet musky scent, like teasing me like d�j� vu or
something and I felt my heart going faster.

I used that wet towel first, basically laughing as I wrung it out,
dripping, almost pouring water out of it onto her sex, that's how wet
it was. And it was warm too, which was good. And then I got some
shaving cr�me and smeared it around, feeling her dark curly pubs under
my fingers, and then her skin beneath that.

I moved my fingers around kind of quick, cause you have to in order to
get a good lather, but I wanted to go slow too, sort of exploring her
through that green tinted foam. I lathered her for a long time, a lot
more than I needed to and Linda was watching me, sometimes my fingers,
sometimes my face, but watching me close and her breasts were rising
and falling quickly now.

"Okay, um...This won't hurt or anything." I promised, taking her razor
and knowing I'd be using hers and all of mine probably, because I
didn't have a bowl of water to rinse them out in, just that towel.

"Mmmm..." Linda was biting her lip and nodding and I almost thought she
was scared, but the way her hips shifted when she felt my hand on her
thigh, sort of pushing her left leg a little wider, I knew she was
trying not to cum.

Seriously, I know that sound and I know that look, I'd been
masturbating for a long time by then and she was a lot like me in the
orgasm department, I thought. That was exciting and a serious trip,
knowing Linda was that turned on and I wondered how much of it was me,
and how much was shaving. I mean it coulda been she was just really
into being shaved, and it didn't matter by whom.

But I hoped it was cause she liked me. Linda liked showing herself to
me, and being touched by me. That was what I hoped, and I shaved her
slowly too. Very slowly, and I started at the edges, you know, the
outside, moving inward towards her slit. I tried to figure out which
way was best and that seemed to be it. My pussy shaves best from the
inside out, really, but I guess different people's pubic hair grows
different.

"I'm gonna have to sorta..." I said softly, not even finishing what I
was saying as I just pinched her right labia gently, and it was plump
and hot and greasy, and I pulled it a bit so I could get the soft
little hairs growing near it. That about made Linda jump with
excitement, feeling me pinching her lip like that.

I did the other one two and I was on our third razor by the time I was
mostly done, just a bit more at the top really. I'd saved that for
last, and I didn't say anything when I pressed my thumb on her hard
little clit, all red and peeking out. I just did it, pushing it down
so I could edge that raiser up from jus above it and she was shaking.
Linda's knees moving back and forth and her hips were moving.

"You gotta stop moving." I giggled, feeling like I was right in the
middle of running a four minute mile. I was hot and sweaty and my hear
was pounding.

"I...I know...sorry..." Linda nodded, sucking air. "I'm just...Nervous..."

That almost made me laugh, I mean did I look stupid? She was like one
finger away from cumming hard. All I had to do was blow on her clit
probably and it would be over for her. But I didn't say anything, I
just held my breath mostly, keeping my hands steady because Linda
wasn't helping, and I finished her off.

"There!" I smiled and she was as smooth as I was down there. Her pussy
looked like a little girls, except it didn't really. It wwas nice and
mature, with big brownish labes and a hard little clit and the skin
was a little pinkish, even red, but I'd been careful too and the
razors new, so no razor burn or nothing.

"Y-You're done?" Linda looked down at her pussy and I nodded, reaching
for my dry towel so I could wipe her clean.

"Almost." I smiled. I got some baby oil, pouring some on my hand and I
just really massaged her pussy.

I mean I didn't even ask or nothing, I just put my hand on her cunt
and really started rubbing her nice, working that soft smooth oil
around her skin. It was so sexy and I'd always wanted to do that to
another girl and about 10 seconds after I started, Linda was cumming.

She closed her legs tight on my hand, grabbing my wrist with both her
hands, and hunching her hips as I really just squeezed her pussy as
best I could. I don't think it really mattered where I touched her,
anyplace was good for Linda right then.

I slipped a finger inside her, playing between the folds of her pussy,
and Linda was so hot inside it was incredible. I swear, like a furnace
between her legs and I moved up, onto the bed because I wanted to kiss
her, I'd never kissed anyone before, except myself in the mirror when
I was like fourteen or something, and that had just been fooling
around.

I turned my hand, twisting my arm a little, and moved close to her as
I kept rubbing her sex, and I kissed Linda's neck gently, and then her
jaw and cheek and then her mouth...except she didn't really want to kiss
me back. It was like I'd pushed her off switch or something, which was
really weird. I mean she kissed me, a little, but Linda was tense and
then she just stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, "Did I do something?"

"No, uh-uh..." She blinked at me and licked her lips and then Linda was
moving, getting up. "I'm sorry, um...It's not you, okay? I uh..."

And she was talking and saying nothing at all and I just watched her
get dressed. I thought she was going to cry, really. She was totally
embarrassed and I was too then, feeling pretty sure it was my fault. I
mean something went wrong someplace, when I tried to kiss her so...That
must have been it, right?

"I'm sorry." I told her, even though I didn't know what exactly I was
sorry about, except that she felt bad.

"It's me." She said again. "I shouldn't have, I..." Blah blah...

She left me, like really quickly, and I just lay there, looking at her
wet towel, stained with shaving cream and dark bits of Linda's pubic
hair. And her razor and mine, and I just grabbed my teddy bear not
understanding at all what had scared her so much.

I figured it pretty much sucked being a lesbian right about then and I
wondered if this sorta thing happened to guys too. I mean when they
were trying to kiss a girl. Probably, I figured it was just me.

And I started thinking maybe college wasn't gonna be so much fun after
all.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


Chapter 2
Part 1

I didn't really avoid Linda for the next few days. I didn't have to
since it was obvious she was avoiding me, which totally sucked. I was
pretty down and out about the whole thing and I guess some of the
other girls in the dorm could tell.

"Hey Pissie!" Heather was smiling at me, poking her head out her door,
which was three down from mine. "Come here."

"What?" I asked, smiling myself just because she was and as I got
closer I could hear giggling and talking.

"Shhhh...Come on, close the door!" Heather practically dragged me into
the room by the dress I was wearing, just a plain summer dress, thin
cotton and pretty casual. It was nice for school and I was just coming
back from the library.

"Hey!" Suzy waved at me and Carla was there, two other dorm girls,
both of them smiling and giggling.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Here, have some of this!" Heather pressed a red plastic cup in my
hand.

"What is it?" I sniffed.

"Just drink it!" Carla grinned at me.

"Sit down, come on!" Suzy patted the thin carpet and I shrugged, being
sort of confused right then.

"It's just vodka and orange juice." Heather said, sitting down and
pulling me with her. "It's good."

So I drank some and it was okay, I guessed. It sorta made me choke a
little at first cause I'd never had a drink before, like an alcoholic
drink. So this was really new to me and I told them about it. So of
course they were giving me a hard time, just a little fun teasing, and
we were all drinking.

Heather was 19, like me, and sort of the athletic type, you know?
Maybe 5'4" and small bodied, like smallish breasts and narrow hips,
but still kind of sexy, especially since she was wearing a blue sports
bra and really tight blue shorts, those nylon kind that fit like a
second skin.

Suzy and Carla could have been sisters, both of them with black hair
and brown eyes, about the same height too, a bit taller than me. Suzy
had nice breasts and wide hips, sort of a healthy woman without being
fat or anything. Just healthy and she'd grown up on a farm, which
explained it I guess. She loved horses and stuff like that. She just
wore red gym pants and a white t-shirt.

Carla had great tits, and she was showing them off in this tube top
thing, like tie-dyed and it just hugged her tits, nothing else, with
thin length straps tied around her neck and behind her back. It was
sorta hard not to look at it, and if you didn't then you were probably
looking at her pierced belly button, which had a little gold ring
through it. That was cute. And further down Carla just had black
bikini underwear, or maybe it really was the bottom half of a
swimsuit, I couldn't tell, but I could see the bump of her clit, the
outline of her pussy lips as she sat there with her legs crossed
Indian style.

It was seriously strange and even if I hadn't been drinking, I'd have
still felt kind of drunk, just from sitting so close to those three
girls, who were all like straight out of my adolescent lesbian
fantasies. I just felt hot all over, and I smiled and giggled and
listened to them talk.

Mostly they were talking about sex too. Not right away, but after
about 3 drinks and 40 minutes, maybe an hour, it was all talk about
sex. Like how big their boyfriend's cocks were, or weren't as the case
may be. How much they missed them, blah blah...I just listened because
obviously I didn't have much of an opinion about it anyway. But at
least talk changes, you know, other subjects come up so it was okay.

I'll admit I was pretty horny, I mean sitting with those three girls
like that, I couldn't help it. And I think they could tell, since of
course they new I was a lesbian and they'd invited me to their little
party and everything. I just didn't know if this was some kind of
teasing thing, like they just wanted me there so they could laugh
about me later, or if it was completely innocent, or...

"So how come your name is Pissie, anyway?" Carla asked me, changing
the subject from Suzy's horse riding adventures as a child.

"Oh, um..." I giggled, taking another swallow of my vodka drink. "Uh, I
just like it." I shrugged. "Pissie...um, yeah. It was sort of a nickname
growing up."

"Like what? Did you pee your panties in kindergarten or something?"
Heather laughed.

"No, uh-uh." I shook my head. "It was just teasing, but I liked it."

"Liked it why?" Suzy made a little face. "It would kinda piss me off."

"Well..." I bobbled my head a little, feeling pretty buzzed. "Ah, never
mind." I laughed.

"Never mind what?" Carla was mixing herself another drink. "You gotta
say now, what?"

"Nothing." I scrunched up my nose.

"We won't tell, come on." Heather grinned at me.

But I wouldn't say anything else. I knew I was drunk and so I was
sorta a little more nervous than I usually was, but really loose too,
so I was like on the verge of telling them all my secrets, but then
I'd get scared and clam up tight. It was funny though, sort of teasing
them.

"You guys ever play truth or dare?" Suzy asked us a bit later.

"No, but I saw the movie." Carla laughed. "It was pretty stupid."

"Yeah." Heather nodded.

"How about you, Pissie? You wanna play?" Suzy looked at me.

"Sure, I guess." I shrugged. "How does it work?"

"You pick somebody and ask if they want truth or dare. If they say
truth you ask them something..."

"You have to tell the truth too." Carla nodded seriously.

"...and if they say dare, you have to do what they say." Suzy finished.

"Or else what?" I asked with a giggle.

"Or else we'll figure something out!" Heather laughed and she looked
really buzzed.

"Okay." I took another drink, blinking at my cup and telling myself I
needed to slow down.

"Who goes first?" Carla asked.

"Let Pissie go first." Suzy suggested and I guess they all agreed that
was okay cause they were looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Ask someone." Heather giggled.

"Ummmm...okay." I nodded. "You then, uh Truth or Dare? Right?"

"Truth." Heather nodded back at me.

"Oh." I laughed, cause I didn't have any idea what I supposed to ask.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Yeah, good question." Suzy rubbed my leg briefly. "You know how to
play." And I blushed a little at that.

"A real kiss too." Carla giggled, "Your mom don't count."

"Yeah." I agreed. "A real kiss with a girl, have you?"

Heather smiled kind of looking up with her eyes for a second. "Yeah, I
kissed a girl. My best friend when I was fourteen."

A real one?" I asked.

"Yeah, sort of. Like as real as it can be for a couple kids." She
laughed.

"Cool." I nodded, not sure what else to say.

"So my turn now, right?" Heather looked around and we nodded. "Okay
um, Carla, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Carla smiled.

"Have you ever really kissed a girl?" Heather giggled.

"You can't ask the same question!" Carla rolled her eyes.

"Yeah I can." Heather looked at me and Suzy. "Right?"

I just shrugged, not knowing, but Suzy said it was legal, so Carla had
to accept it.

"Nope. I've never kissed another girl." She smiled. "Except my mom."
And we all laughed.

"But you'd try it, huh?" Heather asked her.

"I'm not saying." Carla shrugged. "Okay, Suzy, truth or dare?"

"Uh, dare." Suzy grinned. "You were gonna ask me too, huh?"

Carla just laughed. "Okay, so I dare you to kiss Pissie."

"You can't dare me to do that!" Suzy stared at Carla.

"What?" I asked, still trying to figure out if I'd heard the girl
right.

"Yeah, you can only dare her to kiss you, not someone else." Heather
nodded, being the expert. "Unless it's okay with Pissie, I mean."

So then they looked at me and I giggled. "What, it's up to me?"

"You don't have to do it." Heather said, but I was looking at Suzy,
trying to figure out if she'd be mad or anything if I said yes. She
wasn't helping me though, she was just sitting there.

"Uh, well yeah. I don't mind." I finally said, feeling my face getting
red, but only because I was pretty excited about it actually, not
embarrassed.

"There you go!" Carla grinned at Suzy.

"Fine, okay." Suzy nodded and she leaned over, because we were all
pretty close, and I felt her hand on the back of my head and I saw her
pretty face getting closer and I just closed my eyes.

I felt her soft lips first and I shivered, just a little and then she
was kissing me harder, like a real kiss. I felt her tongue as well,
and it surprised me, but I opened my mouth for it. She was kissing me,
my first real kiss ever, and I reached out blindly to touch her
shoulder, moaning softly as I felt her tongue wriggling inside my
mouth. I thought I was gonna cum, I swear, right there just kissing
her.

And then it was over and I moaned a little, very softly as Suzy pulled
away, licking her lips and smiling at me.

"Shit." Heather breathed.

We all giggled and Suzy blushed a little and I was like...Mmmm, I could
do that again, but I didn't say anything.

"How was that?" Suzy asked Carla and the other girl just nodded. "My
go? Okay, Pissie, truth or dare?"

I cleared my throat, wondering if I picked dare if I'd get another
kiss, but I decided to catch my breath, cause my heart was rushing.
"Truth."

"Kay." Suzy thought about it for a second. What's the real reason you
like being called Pissie?"

The girls all looked at me.

"The real one too, like the secret one." Suzy grinned at me, like
there had to be a secret and she knew it.

"Uh..." I looked down for a second.

"Don't lie!" Heather laughed.

I glanced at her. "...I like um...I like it because..." I swallowed hard and
I was nervous, a little and maybe the reason I never was before was
cause I never had any rel friends. I thought I had some now, or I was
starting to, and I didn't want to lose them.

"Come on..." Carla giggled."

"I like piss." I said, nodding and shrugging and looking down all at
the same time.

"What does that mean?" Suzy laughed.

"I mean I like pee, I don't know. I like playing with it, sort of."

"Playing with pee?" Heather made a face. "What like yours? Or somebody
else's?"

"Well, just mine so far, but yeah somebody else would be okay." I
laughed at myself.

"No way." Carla shook her head.

"Yeah." I looked at her. "Really."

"You ever like drink it?" Suzy looked at me, and I thought maybe she
was worried cause she'd just kissed me.

"Yeah." I said softly. I do that."

"God." Carla sat up straight. "So like if I peed in this cup..." She
drained her drink. "...you'd drink it?"

"Uh..." I licked my lips. "...do you want me to?"

We all looked at Carla now and she realized she'd kind of talked
herself into a corner.

"Yeah." She laughed. "Okay." She got up on her knees, untying the
strings of her bikini panties.

"Oh, don't pee on my floor!" Heather protested with a groan.

"This is so weird!" Suzy was grinning and shaking her head.

"I'll be careful, jeeze." Carla shook her head and then I saw her
pussy, the long pink sheath of her clit and her slit below that, with
thick ruddy pussy lips. It was beautiful and shaved smooth too, nice
and soft and hairless like mine.

She brought her cup close to her pussy, using her right hand to spread
her pussy lips and then she started peeing, squeezing her tummy so it
came out in a slow gentle golden stream. I was so ready to rub my
pussy right then, but I didn't. I stopped myself somehow, staring at
this beautiful girl pissing two feet away from me, into a cup so I
could drink it.

She filled it about halfway, maybe 6 ounces or something and we all
looked at it for a second before she gave it to me. I paused, just for
a second and then I brought it to my lips, reaching down with my left
had to press it against my pussy, needing to feel something there. I
drank it slowly, savoring the smell, the thin bitter taste, slightly
salty, a little acid-like, but so yummy as it went down my throat. I
drank all of it and looked around, licking my lips.

"God that is so gross!" Heather giggled nervously.

"That's kinda cool." Suzy said, she'd been watching me close, they all
had.

"It's good." I giggled.

"I got more." Carla laughed. "You want it?"

"Yeah but..." I hesitated. "Do we have to use a cup? I mean, I could um...
I can just drink it from you, if you want."

"No way, not here." Heather was shaking her head.

"Really?" Carla stared at me.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I can um, you know, make sure you're clean and
stuff."

"She wants to eat you out." Suzy giggled.

"You want to suck my pussy?" Carla smiled at me, rubbing her clit a
little.

"Oh yeah." I breathed.

"Not here, this is too weird now." Heather was freaking out a little.

"You guys wanna go to my room?" Suzy asked us. "I mean, I want to
watch, if that's okay."

"Okay with me." Carla shrugged.

"Me too." I giggled and we left Heather, who was kind of confused I
think, wondering why we were all leaving her room all of a sudden. And
of course how I'd ended up drinking a glass of Carla's piss in front
of her, I was pretty sure she hadn't expected that.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Chapter 2
Part 2

"I've never done this." Carla laughed, locking her door. Suzy flopped
down on the bed and I just sort of stood there.

"Me neither." I laughed. "Really."

"I thought you're a lez?" Suzy said.

"Yeah I am." I shrugged. "But I never had a girlfriend."

"But you still wanna suck my pussy, right?" Carla asked me.

"Well, yeah." I laughed. "Do you want to lick mine?"

"Ummm..." Carla sort of blinked at that. "I don't know, um maybe. You do
me first okay?"

"Yeah, okay." I smiled happily, even though this was pretty weird. I
mean none of us had done this before, and I think Carla just wanted to
get eaten, even if it was another girl doing it, that would be okay.
But she probably didn't want to do me, since she was gay or even
bisexual.

Suzy was probably interested, I got that feeling from her strong, and
that's why she was there. She wanted to see me doing it and probably
do it with me, but maybe she had to think about it some too, I wasn't
sure. Or she could have even been queer, for all I knew. She said
she'd had a boyfriend, but hadn't talked much about him. Not like
Carla and Heather had talked about theirs.

"You wanna pee first, right?" I asked Carla and I was taking off my
clothes.

"Yeah." She nodded, watching me and finally taking off her bottoms
again. She left her top on though, like maybe she didn't want to get
totally naked with another girl, as if that meant anything.

"Here, let me use your towel." I grabbed one of Carla's towels that
was draped on her desk chair, folding it into a large thick square for
me head to rest on.

I just laid down on my back, smiling and inviting Carla to put her
pussy on my mouth. I'd never tasted another girl before, but I'd been
dreaming of it since forever, since I first understood that two girls
could make love that way, and this was it for me. The very best moment
of my life up to that point.

My leg were towards the bed, and I spread them, rubbing my pink wet
pussy and giving Suzy a nice view of it too. I was going to cum soon,
I could feel it starting, and really it had started a long time ago,
back in Heather's room.

Carla moved to straddle my face, she was facing the bed too, so her
tight little anus was right over my nose and I could smell her. She
was all girl too, I mean she smelled so good. I could smell her pissy
cunt and sweaty ass, even the soft musk of her excitement, because she
was feeling it, I could tell. I just starting pushing my tongue up to
get my first real taste when there was a soft knocking on the door.

We all froze, holding our breath.

"Fuck." Carla breathed, and then she asked in a loud voice. "Who is
it?"

"It's me...Heather."

"Heather?" Suzy giggled and got up, going to the door and opening it
just a little, enough so they could see each other.

"Let me in, I wanna watch too." Heather was saying.

"I thought you didn't want to." Suzy said, holding the door almost
closed.

"I changed my mind, come on." Heather pushed a little and Suzy
laughed, letting the girl in and locking the door behind her.

"Shit, she's doing it?" Heather giggled, staring at me.

"Shhh...Just sit down, did you bring the vodka?" Suzy asked, as they
both got on the bed.

"Okay..." Carla smiled down at me, bringing her pussy back to my mouth.
"I'm gonna pee first, right? Then you can clean me up."

"Yeah." I nodded slightly, stroking my pussy.

I opened my mouth and Carla pulled her lips apart for me, so she could
piss directly onto my tongue and I felt it hot and delicious, even
better than before and I was swallowing quickly. I lifted my head,
keeping the steady stream of urine between my lips until I could press
my mouth to Carla's body, sealing my lips against her flesh.

I was swallowing as fast as I could and not spilling any of it as
Carla was peeing nice and slow for me. I worked my tongue a little,
washing it in her piss and even tickling the soft tissue around her
piss hole so that Carla moaned softly and lowered herself against me
harder. That was really good because I didn't have to keep my head up,
I just relaxed, rubbing my cunt and humping my hand as my ass came off
the carpet.

I was cumming then, while I was drinking the last of Carla's pee, I
clenched my thighs tight, moaning loudly and swallowing and then
tonguing the shit out of Carla's cunt as she was grinding her dripping
wet pussy on my mouth.

"Yeah, Pissie...lick it...suck my pussy...get all my piss..."

Carla was moaning too and playing with her tits as she rode my mouth.
Her hips moved around in a slow circle and she'd rock herself as I
tried to concentrate on mouthing the girl's cunt. I was cumming nice
though and I'd never licked another girl, so I was kinda trying to
figure it all out as I went along. Carla didn't seem to mind though,
and she loved talking dirty while she fucked my face.

"Fuck it you slut...piss slut...suck my pussy...fuck it with your tongue...
yeah fuck...make me cum...oh shit I wanna cum...cum..."

I just licked and sucked every part of her that my mouth could reach,
bringing up my hands to hold Carla's smooth thighs, digging my fingers
into her as I ate my very first pussy to orgasm. She was cumming good
suddenly, grinding my face so hard I thought she'd break my nose,
really, but she didn't. I could taste her cum too, it was strong and
oily and so good I almost creamed again, just drinking those juices,
letting her cum mix with her piss in my tummy.

"Oh fuck that was good...you suck pussy nice..." Carla was hot and
sweating and laughing as she lifted her soft wet cunt from my face. I
gasped at the cool fresh air, smiling and licking my lips. I felt
bruised and sore and my tongue seemed a little swollen, tired even,
but I didn't mind.

As soon as Carla was off me, even before I could start to sit up, Suzy
was there. She pushed her own hairy little hole on my mouth and told
me to open up because she had too piss bad.

I didn't know she'd even gotten undressed, but she had. I wasn't
complaining either as I opened my mouth and Suzy just let loose. It
wasn't a slow gentle stream with her, it was a lot, a serious flood
and I swallowed as quick as possible, enjoying the way she tasted a
lot stronger than Carla had. Still though, Suzy's pee ran all over my
face and into my hair, down my neck. It soaked into the towel and I
thought I'd drank a gallon f it, especially when she put her pissing
cunt right on my mouth, so that her pee overflowed me easily,
squirting out of my lips as I pressed them against her soft skin.

It was Suzy's room anyway though, so she could do whatever she wanted,
and I guess she wanted to make a mess. And I got a real nice surprise
when she leaned over, so that she was laying on top of me, and her
mouth went right for pussy. I was eating her out like crazy then,
feeling another girl's mouth on my pussy for the first time in my
life.

I came before she did, needless to say, and she was sucking my hard
little clit good. I just tried to do whatever I felt her doing and
that seemed to work because within a minute or so Suzy was right there
with me, her hot wet cunt quivering as she pressed her thighs to my
ears and came hard.

I must have three times, like really good ones, and Suzy came twice
for sure before she'd had enough an got off me slowly. We were both
panting like dogs, like bitches in heat on a hot day and I lay there
giggling up at her.

"I gotta pee too." Heather told us, and she was a little shy, but I
smiled at her, licking my lips and nodding.

"It's okay, piss in my mouth." I told her and I was already completely
soaked. I couldn't have looked very sexy with my face all red and wet,
my hair matted to my face and neck, soaked with Suzy's urine. But
Carla and Suzy were urging her to do it, and she wanted to.

Heather had a pretty pussy too and I licked it, even before she
started peeing, and then I just opened wide as she squatted over my
face. Her pee came out slowly at first and I drank it easily, but then
she really started letting it go and the hot stream was washing over
my lips as I closed my mouth to swallow, then I'd open wide for more.
I drank a lot and got even wetter, if that were possible and it was
like being in heaven for me.

I ate her out too, working Heather's cunt happily until she had a good
cum, grinding her pussy on my mouth and moaning loud. Really loud, so
that Carla and Suzy were trying to tell her to be quiet, but that
wasn't happening. Probably every girl in the dorm heard Heather as she
had her second orgasm and that was fine with me. Maybe I could drink
even more if they came to see what was going on. But that was just
drunk horny talk, I knew, and I told my fogged brain to shut up.

"Your our piss slut now." Carla was telling me a little later, as I
sat there all covered with piss and catching my breath. Suzy was
smiling at me and Heather was getting dressed.

"Piss slut?" I giggled and rubbed my tummy, which felt really bloated.

"Yeah." Suzy nodded. "Anytime we gotta pee, we're just going to find
you."

"Oh." I laughed at that.

"No, seriously. Wherever we're at too, like here, or at the library,
out in town...You have to drink our pee..." Carl said.

"And clean us up." Heather giggled.

"Ummm...What if..."

"Nope." Carla shook her head. "No what if's, that's the rule now. So
don't lock your door at night, cause I have to go sometimes like at
three in the morning."

Suzy laughed at her friend and rolled her eyes.

"Uh, okay." I smiled. "I guess." Thinking that didn't sound so bad and
maybe college was gonna be okay after all, since I sorta had three
girlfriends now.

I started getting up, reaching for my clothes and they looked at me.

"Where you going?" Heather asked.

"The bathroom." I giggled. "I have to go pee."


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