Mari recalls a night with a shy foreign girl.
I could see a strong squirt of urine gushing to the dusty ground. And I could see her vulva, her shaved vulva, which revealed everything, her outer and inner lips as well as her clit. I stood there, paralysed, looking at her lap. The sight of Cassy squatting, legs wide open, drained every thought of manners and sense of shame out of my head.
When Cassy realized me, she looked at me. Looked at me how I looked at her peeing, how I looked at her exposed pussy. I could not read her facial expression. I wanted to look away, to go around the car and get in, but I couldn't. After she had finished, she pulled up her slip, flattened her skirt and climbed back into the car. Only after she had averted her eyes from me I could move and think again. With a hot, red face I took my place on the back seat. I felt how arousal had formed in my stomach and how my pussy pulsated with blood and heat. The wet spot of urine in my pants didn't helped to cool down my inner state of turmoil. Nor did the thought of Cassy's slip with the wet spot, she surely had.
"Hey girls," Andrea was back, thank god.
The rest of the ride we remained silent. Cassy felt half asleep and Andrea looked a bit too concentrated on the dirt road she knew since her childhood.
"You don't need to take me home," I offered. "We can drop Cassy at her flat and I will walk home from your place."
"Mhm" Andrea just nodded.
This night's sleep was not coming easily. Instead remembered pictures of Cassy peeing on the road, pictures of her vulva, pictures of her spread legs came to my mind and going down directly to my lap.
I always thought peeing was something nice and natural, but never before I had realized that it could make me sexually aroused to see another person, another girl peeing, namely one of my best friends urinating. The fact that she seemed not bothered by me watching her, I credited to her drunkenness.
I didn't saw her until next Friday, when we met again. This time it was my turn to stay sober and drive home. Cassy looked gorgeous. She wore a sleeveless shirt with a decent low-cut and a very short skirt, as she often did. She embraced me salutary. No hint at what she thought about last Friday night.
At the pub we sat around a small table and I tried my best not to look too often at her cleavage. Despite my rather unimpressive outfit I felt very sexy myself, because I was out with two attractive women and somehow I had the impression that Cassy was flirting with me. I thought some of the men must have envied me for that, while others might wanted to know what we would do, after leaving the pub.
"Some more beer for the ladies?" The waiter interrupted my thoughts.
"Yeah two beer and one ginger lemonade," I ordered.
"Yeah, one more beer would not be amiss," Cassy said and got up. She went to the toilets. Involuntary I had to swallow hard. I looked over to Andrea. She looked back at me as if she knew something.
And she did. "I have seen you last Friday. You and Cassandra beside the car."
I swallowed again. "Okay." Suddenly I felt a little stupid and mightily ashamed.
"It was just an accident," I said defensively.
"I thought as much," Andrea replied without looking at me. "All I want to say is just think about the spirits that you've cited."
Before I could say something in return Cassy was back. Her older sister looked at me again and then went to the toilets herself. In this moment the waiter brought us the drinks we've ordered. My friend took a deep sip from the full bottle.
"Last Friday night I was drunk," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah." I took a big swig of lemonade and wished it would be whiskey.
"You have watched me," she continued, looking down at her bottle, maybe not able to face me.
"See, I didn't meant to exploit your condition. I mean you...," I stumbled. "You should have gone into the woods, I mean."
"Yeah," Cassy said slowly. "Actually I liked it. Actually I like, when people watch me."
I inhaled deeply as Andrea came back, so the conversation was interrupted for now, but my mind was working.