Charles & Midori

Charles was the first to wake the next day, realizing that he had passed out on the couch. The night came back to him a bit, as he remembered some of the conversation he and Midori had before it...went off down the trail of whether or not the Hatchers (of the Fudge books) were bad parents (how the fuck did...right, beer), then he promised he would join her in bed, but instead...he passed out on the couch. Charles got up, glad he was not working that day, holding his head and going to the bedroom, where Midori had thrown up on the carpet and was currently wetting the bed while still asleep. Her customized dildo (based on his penis, in fact) was still in her hand and the can of beer she had been drinking was still on her nightstand.

"Uh, Midori..." Charles tried, gently shaking her.

"What?" She was still sleeping.

"You're pissing in the bed."

"Then wipe me."

Charles rolled his eyes and flipped Midori onto her back. She sat up slowly, then bolted out of bed to the bathroom. Hearing her set him off, though, and the limited space meant that much of the morning was spent cleaning the apartment and making another trip to the laundry area.

"I'm never drinking again," Charles said.

"Really?"

"Okay, I'm never drinking that much again."

"Bullshit." Midori poured the tea she had been brewing for them and joined Charles at the table. "We like beer, and that's who we are."

"Should we pick up from last night?"

"I don't really remember much beyond the general topic of conversation..."

"Neither do I." Charles took a sip of tea and sighed. "I guess my body and mind are fighting about this. I meant it when I said that I want to, but simultaneously, I don't want to, and I don't know how that works."

"Which one is the bigger one? Wanting to fuck me, or not?"

"Not..."

"Then don't."

"What about you?"

"You've put up with me the longest. You've endured my drinking, you share my taste in music and movies, and you're the only person I can talk to about semi-obscure atheist podcasts. You're not my first boyfriend, but you're the first I've truly loved."

"Midori..." Charles did not know how to respond, so he took her hand and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I want you to be happy, too, and it shouldn't be at my expense."

"I don't want you to be miserable," Midori said. "You've given me your story. If it took you this long to find me, I'm not going to let you go through that again without a good reason. I'd like to fuck. Honestly, I feel like I have to, since we've been together this long. But it's not necessary. My parents are both close to sixty, and they've never fucked."

"Then how do they have two daughters they did not adopt?"

"My parents didn't fuck. They just made two children." Midori stood and walked around, hugging Charles from behind as she leaned on him. "I shouldn't have pushed you last night."

"You were horny, I had a boner, and it worked. Kinda." Charles thought for a second. "If you really want to make it up to me, I have an idea."

"Don't fuck me if you don't feel like it."

"You got to fulfill your spanking fantasy, so I'd like to play a game with you." He took out his phone and pulled up a video. "I'd like to recreate this video, but with some modifications."

An hour later, Midori was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. She was wearing her bra and panties with a miniskirt. She had been instructed not to pee during the interim, so she was quite full. Charles walked into the bathroom, making his way into the tub and removing his underwear.

"The video was a guideline," he said. "Improvise in that general vein, but keep your audience in mind."

"Okay." Midori closed her eyes and took a breath. "What will you do?"

"I'll just sit here and enjoy the show." Charles stroked himself a bit, feeling some life flow down. "Action!"

"It's not bloody fair," Midori said, starting with the first line from the video (and mimicking the pornstar's accent). "Daddy sent me to my room. Well, he sent me upstairs..."

"Audience," Charles cut in.

"I'm not good at improv, okay?"

"Play yourself, and play with yourself."

"It's not bloody fair," Midori restarted (in her own accent this time), thinking about her next line for almost a full ten seconds. "Uh...my boyfriend told me to meet him in the bathroom, but I haven't seen him in at least thirty minutes." She noted Charles's approving nod. "I don't understand him sometimes. He said he wanted to try something different, and I want to do that, but I can't fuck him if he's not here. I guess I can play with myself and entertain you." She pointed to Charles. "Would you like to know a secret?"

"Perfect," Charles mouthed.

"My boyfriend isn't the best lover. Sure, he can find my clit, and he eats pussy like no one else. But he's much too quick. He's on his way to becoming the champion two pump chump, and it's annoying the shite outta me. I love him, truly. His cock's the right size for me, and he's a great cook. But he just can't fuck, and it's not fair." Midori looked at Charles, who gestured for her to keep going. She stood and pretended to adjust her makeup in the mirror. "One time, I took off my bra and walked around the house while he was working, just to see what would happen. He barely noticed. 'They're down here, love,' I said to him, but he kept looking at my face when he did talk to me. I also pulled up my knickers and gave myself a good cameltoe, and even a full on pussy wedgie, but nothing. He did eat me out that night, though, and that was...mmm...but you don't want to hear about that. I shouldn't even talk about these secrets. He hates it when I tell my friends about our activities. But they all know. They fuck their partners, and we all meet up and talk about it. I'm sure he talks with his friends about us. I tell them, just so I'm not the odd one out, though I sometimes fudge details in case he's hiding and listening. He wouldn't do that, of course, but you never know in this day and age." Midori felt her bladder pulse a bit more. "Rainbow."

"What's up?" Charles asked.

"My bladder's hurting a bit, so could I skip ahead?"

"Of course. Do you need a break?"

"No, I can keep going. Purple." Midori closed her eyes and squeezed herself.

"Anyway, I'm going to need you to leave for a bit (she turned on the shyness), since I have to...I have to tinkle." She saw Charles making a certain gesture. "What?"

"Can you not say tinkle? You're not five."

"Fine." Midori closed her eyes again and took a breath, returning to character. "I need to pee, so step outside!" She put her hand in her crotch and bit her lip, wiggling as genuine desperation set in. "C'mon, I'm bursting! Please, just leave for a bit, then you can come right back. I don't mind if you listen; I just don't want you to watch!" She lifted the lid and sat down, pulling up her skirt, but keeping her panties in place. "I'm not showing you my (she hesitated, but Charles simply held out his hand, indicating he was not picky about what she would say next [she hoped])...privates." Midori relievedly sighed internally, seeing Charles resume his self treatment. "Only my boyfriend gets to look down there."

"And your doctor," Charles joked, getting a finger from his girlfriend (though not in any orifice).

"You're putting me off when you do that," she objected.

"Couldn't help it. I'll stop. Continue."

"My private parts are private, and I have to have a wee, so go away." Midori squirmed and spread her legs. "I don't want to piss my panties. I'm an adult. I'm supposed to piss in the toilet, and I can't do that if you're watching me." A squirt of urine escaped Midori's pussy, darkening her panties and bringing Charles to maximum hardness. "Oh, no. I peed. Please, go away, or at least turn around. Just listen, don't look." A longer flow went down her urethra and out her spout. "I'm pissing myself, and I'm a sober adult. You're embarrassing me."

"Let it all out," Charles whispered. "However you like."

"Fuck," Midori whined, pulling her panties up and standing over the toilet. More piss flowed out of her. "I can't believe you're watching me piss myself. You're a pervy arsehole, and I hate you." She pulled her panties down and sat, emptying herself the rest of the way as Charles stroked himself more furiously. "I can't believe this! I told you to leave because I had to pee, and now it's all over my legs." She took off her panties and started wiping her thighs as she sat back down. "My boyfriend won't even want to touch me if I'm covered in my own piss. I hope you're happy."

"I am." Charles walked over to Midori and blew his load on her face. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sudden warm splatter, licking up what she could. "Thank you."

"I'm happy, too." Midori carefully opened her eyes and took Charles's softening penis in her mouth, cleaning him up. "I'm happy that you're happy, and I enjoyed that. I had fun, and it's not just the piss making my pussy wet."

"Then I'll fix that." Charles stood her up and licked the piss off her pussy and kept going. Midori closed her eyes and enjoyed what he was doing. He kept going until she came, then gently helped her sit back down. "I love you."

"I have a game for tomorrow, if you're up for it," she said, bringing Charles down onto her lap so they could make out. "If what I ordered comes in, we can do it, but I'll warn you now it'll be a bit infantilizing."

"As long as I'm not wearing a diaper, I'm game."

"No diapers necessary." Midori kissed Charles for a few more minutes, then she separated from him and started the shower.