Note to reader:
The last half of this chapter contains a graphic description of an extreme water sports sexual activity. Some readers might find such contents disturbing perhaps disgusting. If that's the case with you, then don't read that last part; or for that matter you can skip this chapter entirely and just go on to Ch. 22. You will not miss out on the continuity of the plot should you skip any part of this chapter. All you need to know is that the title character is a female who is willing to try anything from which she could derive sexual pleasure, provided that it is consensual and does not result in bodily injury. That apparently is consistent to the philosophy of the modern consummate hedonist of sexual pleasure.
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After Maia and Riina returned from the orgy at Prague, they resumed their attendance at school. There were about ten weeks left before the end of their secondary school education. Maia resumed her three fuck dates per week affair with Harri Kutsaar. In the previous week Harri wasn't available for their usual mid week date, as Harry was called in to do an overtime emergency repair work assignment at the Lamborghini dealership. And on the weekend Maia was unavailable because of her attendance at the orgy in Prague.
At the start of this ensuing week, Maia started practicing two hours a day on the tennis courts provided for her by the Estonian Tennis Association (Eesti Tennise Liit). She was determined not to embarrass herself at Wimbledon like she did at the Miami tournament. For her coaching needs, Toomas Tamala was indeed able to fulfill his promise. Having made contact with the former great Estonian star, Anett Kontaveit, the latter did agree to take on the assignment of overseeing Maia's practice sessions as well as accompany her to the Wimbledon tournament. Anett and Maia got along famously as mentor/coach vis á vis student player. Under Anett's tutelage, Maia gained sufficient confidence in herself, that she believed that qualifying to the main draw of the tournament was a realistic goal.
As the last term of the high school academic year was coming to a close, during one afternoon in June, while Maia was in the midst of a tennis practice session, Riina Mölder came to watch. At the conclusion of the practice session, she approached Maia to invite her to have a beer in a nearby tavern before Maia had to get home to prepare the evening meal. They naturally ordered Maia's mother's beer: Viviani Originaalpruul.
Riina started the conversation as they clinked glasses, "Here's to the completion of our secondary school education. After the Thursday night ceremony when we will get our diplomas, we should do something this weekend to celebrate."
Maia answered, "Well I'll be with Harri on Friday night, but my Saturday night will be free. Harri along with his mother and sister are going to visit Harri's aunt at her farm in Saaremaa. Her aunt plans to hold a party to celebrate the completion of his long stretched out high school education. I gather you don't have a date for Saturday night either. You want to come to this bar and see if we can pick up a couple of guys to fool around with?
Riina replied, "No I'm not in the mood for that. We can always do that many times over when we start going to the University in Tartu. You are by the way still committed to going to college, aren't you?
"Oh yes! I am practicing my tennis intently to merely prepare myself for Wimbledon, so that I won't embarrass myself. I'm certainly geeked at the opportunity to play at this prestigious tournament. No matter even if I don't win even one match, I'm sure I'll treasure the experience forever. Now if I should actually win this tournament then I might just change my mind and pursue a professional tennis career. However realistically, a snowball in Hell has a better chance of remaining intact than I have of winning the tournament. So, I can confidently state I'll be in Tartu with you come this September." I'll k
Riina responded, "Well that's good, I'm sure we'll have a blast in Tartu. Nevertheless, you know that I'll be cheering for you to do well at Wimbledon. In any case, I want to celebrate the end of our high school days by doing something unique, thrilling and something we'll never do again."
"OK! I'm down for that. What do you have in mind?"
"I'd like us to try some extreme water sports."
"What? You want us to play some water polo? Where? And against whom?"
"Don't be coy Maia. You know or at least you ought to know that I mean pissing on each other and drinking piss to achieve sexual pleasure and rubbing piss on our naked bodies. What do you think? Or does it disgust you?"
Maia actually did initially think Riina was suggesting they engage in a game of water polo, especially considering that Riina was training and endeavoring to make the national team to represent Estonia in water polo at the next summer Olympics. Naturally Maia would not have been interested in such an activity considering her preoccupation with tennis. The suggestion to indulge in something sexually kinky, though, did intrigue her.
Accordingly, Maia replied, "Well no I'm not disgusted. My mother once told me about the one time she had engaged in what you call 'water sports'* (*air quote). It happened right after she lost her cherry. She engaged in a threesome sexual activity with Aunt Erica and Aunt Erica's boyfriend who subsequently became her first husband. They did this outdoors at a small copse located at the outer edge of the Laaning farm property in Wisconsin. Sometime during their afternoon frolics, Aunt Erica proposed a spanking contest with my mother with the loser to submit to being peed upon by the winner and Aunt Erica's boyfriend.
"Apparently, Mom was the wuss since she gave up as soon as Aunt Erica's boyfriend increased the force of his spanking slaps from his initial series of blows administered by a spanking paddle. Mom said it was fun and she didn't mind even inadvertently swallowing some of the urine. However, it was not a pleasure she would go out of her way to seek. So like Mom, I'm willing to give it a try and keep an open mind. So, what are you actually proposing?"
Riina replied, "In your mother's case, since it was outdoors, they did not have to worry about consequences of pee stains. Even if they did not do the deed on bare ground, a covering blanket could be easily washed. Now in contrast, I do propose we have our fun at your house, since your mother will be with your dad at the Stenbock House for the evening."
Sensing where Riina was going, Maia answered, "Yes we have our sauna, where we can easily pee on each other without worrying about permanent pee stains. As an added bonus, the heat of the sauna will make our kinky sexual activity literally hot!"
Riina continued, "Well, although I would like to end our night in the sauna, still I want to try something truly outré. I would want us to pee on each other while we're making out on your bed."
"But Riina that does bring about the problem of pee stains and possibly the resultant permanent odor of urine. I have no doubt that the smell of pee during sex is tolerable and even exotic during sexual play, but still, it is off putting under normal conditions. It is of course easy to wash bed covers and bed sheets to get rid of the pee stains, but it's a different problem with the bed mattress. I find that it's virtually impossible to truly remove a stain of any kind from my bed mattress.
"As for the presence of the latent smell of urine, I suppose you can eliminate that odor by application of a disinfectant sanitizer. Still, it is a hassle to apply it continuously, and not to say very embarrassing if forgetting to use it beforehand when I happen to 'entertain'* a lover." (*air quote)
Riina laughed as she mischievously responded, "You never know, but for some I believe the exotic odor of urine contained in a bed mattress might just act as an aphrodisiac. The resultant sex might prove to be of the shooting stars and fireworks kind. Seriously though, they do make waterproof mattress pads constructed with a rubbery like material. If you don't have such a pad, we can buy one for our date."
"Our date? What do you envision?"
"Remember Maia, the point is that we are celebrating the passage of an important milestone in our lives. Therefore, it behooves us to do it right and with a flair. Of course, the actual peeing part will naturally be memorable forever, especially if we don't repeat doing anything similar during the rest of our lives. But I say that the occasion still calls for an elaborate ritual to offset any negative reaction either of us might feel by engaging in an activity which most other people would consider tawdry and depraved.