Part One Breaking The Seal

"Come on, you two, I want to get a spot by the water!" Ellie said, going ahead of Isabella and me.

It was one of those sweltering summer days, made worse by the concrete jungle. It had seemed a good idea to move downtown after spring semester ended. We'd be able to walk to work, not to mention be closer to the bars and restaurants and the nightlife of our college town. But when the heatwave came, all we wanted to do was take the commuter rail north and spend our days by the sea. We arrived at noon. The beach was a little crowded, but Ellie was determined to find a good spot and was walking quickly ahead of Isabella and I as we carried the beach blankets, towels, and a cooler of beer.

We were an unlikely trio. All from different cities, recent graduates from three different colleges, we were brought together by our mutual employment at a local bookshop, as well as our vague and uncertain plans for the future. Through happenstance, we now shared a three-bedroom apartment, subletting it for the summer while we figured out what to do with our lives. We spent late nights drinking and talking grandly about our futures. But days like this, when the summer seemed to stretch on endlessly before us, were not for "big" topics. Isabella and I caught up to our boundlessly energetic roomie, staked out our spot as far as we could from the throngs overheated New Englanders, and opened a few beers.

Listening to the gentle sound of the waves and working our way through a six-pack of Jamaican Red Stripe, we talked easily as the sun slowly sank lower in the sky.

"I don't go with this weather," Isabella said, indicating the air around us as she swept her uncontrollable dark curls out of her eyes in a well-practiced move. "I'm a fall girl. I like jeans. I like flannels. And leaves changing, and espresso."

"Ugh, if I could get away with never wearing socks again, I would. Forget about pants." This was Ellie, ever the California girl. "Skirts for me! Anyway, much easier to pop-a-squat that way."

Ellie and I chuckled. Isabella waved us off, grinning. "No, thank you. Humans invented the toilet in 1596. We should respect that."

Ellie, with a mischievous look in her eyes, decided to needle her friend a little bit. "Peeing outside is WAY better for the environment, Isabella! Do you know how much water is wasted with each toilet flush?"

"Yes," I interjected, "I notice you've been 'letting it mellow' lately, do we need to have an apartment meeting about this?"

"You stay out of this, Josh." Ellie waved me off. "It's different for boys. We're talking about feminism. About liberation. If men can pull out their weenies and let it flow whenever and wherever they feel like it, why shouldn't we?"

We had already started on the second six-pack of Red Stripes and this kind of talk was highlighting a growing need for me, not to mention the seemingly unconquerable distance to the public restrooms. "Speaking of which," I said, "I'm just gonna...walk over to the dunes and, you know, pull out my weenie..."

Isabella gave me a playfully scolding look. Ellie put down her bottle and got to her feet. "Great," she said, "I'm gonna go, too." She pushed past me and walked over to Isabella, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to her feet. "And so is Isabella!" Ellie was practically dragging her toward the dunes, talking over her objections. "Please! I've been peeing in the wild, like, forever." I followed them with some amusement and more than a little growing arousal. Maybe it was the beers. "Road trips, hiking, camping, parties in the woods..." Ellie stopped--she'd picked her spot. I was unsure whether to follow. Ellie put her hands on her hips and waved me over. "Come on, Josh, you're not gonna make us pee alone, are you?" I was not expecting this. "We're roommates," said Ellie sensing my hesitation. "It's not like if we haven't all seen each other's 'bits'."

This was true. During the first week of our co-habitation I learned that Ellie did not necessarily lock, or fully shut, the door when she was in the bathroom. She was a talker, and if the conversation was lively she wouldn't let a thing like needing to use the bathroom interrupt the flow. She seemed quite comfortable carrying on chatting whilst sitting on the toilet. On one occasion I walked by our shared bathroom while she was in the shower. Isabella wasn't home.

"Josh!" she had called out over the running water, "I forgot to get a new towel from the linen box, can you get me one?". After I fetched it and came back into the bathroom, I was surprised to find that Ellie had already stopped the shower and flung the curtain to the side. As I tried not to look at her pert breasts and newly shaved vulva, she thanked me and quickly wrapped the towel around herself. Clearly, Ellie had a cavalier attitude towards nudity, but it was demure Isabella who answered a desperate knock one night when I came home bursting for a pee after a night of drinking. She was in the bathtub, surrounded by lavender candles with a smutty Romance novel.

"Please!" I said, "I'll be really quick, I swear!" I had thought about peeing in the kitchen sink, but there were dishes in there and that seemed extremely antisocial--we'd only been living together for two weeks at that point and I didn't want these girls to think I was too disgusting. Isabella, clearly amused by my distress, acquiesced with the caveat that I would keep my eyes to myself. I thanked her and rushed in to the toilet which was, truth be told, uncomfortably close to the tub. I had often thought that I could have easily peed in the toilet while standing in the shower. As I blissfully emptied my bladder for what seemed like minutes, I felt Isabella's eyes on me. I looked to my right and saw that she was sitting up. Her very large, light-brown breasts and dark brown areola were up out of the water, wet from her bath and glistening in the candlelight. Her dark eyes were looking quizzically at my peeing cock.

"Mm," she smiled with some admiration and put her chin in her hand, oblivious of her own nakedness. "I guess now we know why Jamie moans so loudly." Jamie was someone I had been casually seeing, and at that time she was a frequent sleepover guest at our apartment. Her noisy orgasms, which couldn't go unnoticed by Isabella in the next room, were embarrassing to me but secretly mollifying.

I admit, I loved Isabella watching me as I finished. She didn't take her eyes off me as I shook off the last sprinkles of urine and put my cock back in my jeans. Isabella, still sitting up in the tub, made no effort to hide herself. I washed my hands, offered a muttered thank you or apology of some sort, and left the bathroom. I went into my bedroom, trying not to notice my growing erection.

This flashed through my mind as Ellie, unconcerned of Isabella's reticence, continued to mime the best way to pee outside while wearing a one-piece bathing suit. She was crouching, showing how far apart to spread her feet, and hooking two fingers into her bikini bottom to pull it to one side. I couldn't quite see what she was doing, but Isabella had a frontal view.

"It's much easier in a two-piece suit, of course," said Ellie, and with that she hooked her thumbs around her waistband. She squatted down and in the same motion pulled her suit bottom down until it was around her ankles. Isabella and I stood transfixed. When the three of us were out drinking Ellie would occasionally disappear down an alley to relieve herself. Once she had disappeared into a clutch of trees in a park in broad daylight, much to Isabella's horror and amusement. But we had never been treated to a show like this. Ellie had a look of concentration as a steady, powerful stream started from between her legs, noisily splattering in the sand. Ellie maintained her balance expertly. "Sand is kind of the best..." she said dreamily. "It absorbs a lot, so there isn't too much splashing. Less chance of peeing all over your feet." She finished with a little bounce, then stayed in her squat, her athletic thighs and butt radiant in the afternoon sun. She gazed up at Isabella expectantly.

"Oh, what the hell," Isabella capitulated. "I really have to go." She squatted low, just like Isabella, slightly turning away from me for what remained of modesty. She reached down to pull aside her red swimsuit and almost immediately she let forth a stream, even louder and stronger than Ellie's had been. This caused both girls to giggle. "¡Ay! Haciendo un río," Isabella said, her laughter growing uncontrollable as her stream of pee moved in a narrow river towards Ellie's feet. Isabella broke into Spanish whenever she got frustrated at work or at home--she knew it always made me and Ellie laugh. Ellie, almost cackling now, had bunched her bikini bottom around her thighs and was waddling away from the deluge coming from Isabella's crotch. She mooned me one more time before she managed to pull her bikini bottoms up. Isabella, meanwhile, was somehow still peeing and giggling uncontrollably. Her stream finally slowed to a trickle and she stood up.

"Come on, Josh," said Ellie. I thought they had forgotten about me. "Didn't you ever play 'I'll show you mine?'" She and Isabella were both looking at me, Ellie with her hands on her hips like a stern schoolteacher. Stunned, I loosened the strings of my bathing suit while Ellie and Isabella cast their eyes down expectantly. I pulled the front down and took my cock out. I had a semi-erection, and suddenly the need to pee didn't seem quite so urgent. Ellie chuckled.

"Look, he can't go!" She and Isabella came closer and stood next me, one on either side. "Oh my God, are you hard?" asked Ellie with mock cruelty in her voice. "Did you just get turned on watching us take a piss?" She gave Isabella a conspiratorial glance before she abpruptly put her hand around my shaft. I felt myself getting harder--this was not helping matters. "Come on," she whispered. "Pee for me. I wanna feel the piss shoot out of your cock." Isabella watched intently as Ellie began stroking me. My eyes rolled back into my head. "You were right...this is a really nice cock," Ellie sad looking across me to Isabella who was absent-mindedly touching herself over her swimsuit. So, I thought, they'd discussed it. "Come on," Ellie whispered in my ear.

"I thik you're gonna have to help him with that hard on," Isabella said to Ellie. Ellie grinned and started to move her hand over the head and then the shaft of my penis. The pressure from my bladder was actively at war with my increasing state of arousal. I didn't know whether I was going to pee or cum. The girls were clearly enjoying this. Ellie had one hand on my shoulder and the other firmly around my cock, now fully jerking me off, stroking me faster and faster. Isabella was intently rubbing her clit through the fabric of her swimsuit. I felt my orgasm building. My breathing got faster as Ellie took me past the point of no return.

"Ellie, I'm gonna...," I managed.

Ellie's voice was determined and breathy. "Do it. Cum for me. Fucking cum for me."

That was enough for Isabella, who had by this point slid her hand under the fabric of her bathing suit and was rubbing her clit faster and faster. She breathed hard, then shivered. She put her hand on my other shoulder to steady herself and grunted as she came. The sight of that put me all the way over the edge and my cock spasmed with ecstasy. I shot long, thick streams of cum onto the sand in front of our feet. Ellie was moaning softly as she squeezed every last drop from my cock.

Almost as soon as my orgasm subsided, I realized that I had started peeing. Ellie was still holding me, directing my stream in a high arc as Isabella watched, transfixed. The combination of their eyes on me and the incredible relief made me shudder with pleasure--it was as if I was cumming again.

"Mm," Ellie said as she continued to decorate the sand with my piss. Isabella put her hand on Ellie's and moved my dick back and forth along with her as I finally finished my stream. Ellie, still holding me, stood on her tiptoes and brought her mouth up to mine, kissing me long and warmly. Somehow, despite everything else we had done that afternoon, the kiss felt like the most consequential act. Like we had crossed the threshold, and our three-bedroom apartment was never going to be the same. It felt exciting. Next Ellie leaned over and kissed Isabella passionately. I could see their tongues intermingling. That was it. It was going to be the three of us from now on.

Ellie drew herself from Isabella, taking her hand off my cock. "You two owe me an orgasm," she said. All three of us knew what we'd be doing at home that evening. And for many evenings after. "Come on, we all need to rinse off!" Ellie said as she started marching towards the ocean. Isabella and I gathered ourselves and looked at each other, something very new passing between us. Then we looked at Ellie, wading into the waves. That's Ellie, I thought. Always just a little bit ahead, knowing that we'll follow her wherever she goes. We ran to meet her in the waves.