Forces Of Nature 2

Forces of Nature

"Come on Lilith! You never want to do anything. It will be fun. It's a sorority party, with a chance of being asked to join."

"Why would I want to go to a party with the possibility of being asked to join a sorority? I don't want to be in a damn sorority."

"Sororities aren't like they have been portrayed in movies and books. They might have been that way at one time but not anymore, or at least, most aren't. They can be helpful with academic pursuits and having been in a sorority in college can be a plus on your resume when you are pursuing a job."

"Bullshit. They are an archaic, rich, elitist, pompous societal enclave, full of wealthy, better-than-you, stuck-up bitches."

"Geez Lilith, tell me how you really feel," Heather said. Only half-joking.

"Sorry, probably a bit over the top."

Heather laughed, and said, "Just a bit. So, just go to have fun, fuck the whole sorority aspect of the party. Who knows you might get lucky and find some better-than-you, stuck-up bitch, that wants you to fuck her. How about that."

Ouch, Heather knew where to stick the pin. It was the beginning of our freshman year at our state university. She had been my friend for years. She knew I was a lesbian. She knew I was an introvert, not that I was afraid of people, but I was comfortable being alone, or at small, quiet gatherings. She also knew that my romantic life sucked. I had not been in a relationship for over a year, and almost that long since I had even had sex.

"Why would I want to fuck some sorority bitch?"

"Because you could strike a blow to the aristocracy for the peasants of the world! You know, the four F's; find 'em, finger 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em. Who knows, maybe you could break some poor rich bitch's heart."

"OMG Heather! I am not like that. I don't want to hurt anybody."

"I know that Lilith. But I bet you would like to drive one to multiple orgasms overnight."

I couldn't help myself and broke out into a loud, raucous laugh, "Well, yes, maybe that."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah. I give up. Let's go to a party. Like you said, maybe I will get lucky. If not, it's not like I have had women throwing themselves at me recently. I'll even act like I'm having fun."

"Yay! Who knows, you might even actually have fun. Just be open-minded, please?"

"I will do my best to keep my proletariat bias in tow."

"That is all I can ask. Now for tonight's attire; a nice dress, please? Stockings preferred. Maybe some make-up?"

I groaned, "The things I do for you."

"Bite me, bitch."

I snickered, "I can do that, and I can dress appropriately. Give me thirty minutes, minimum."

"I will be there in forty-five. And, Lilith, thank you. We will have fun."

"You are welcome, Heather. I will try hard to have fun and not be a downer."

"Forty-five. Bye."

"Bye."

Well, crap, now I have to figure out what I want to wear.

I started flipping through my, limited, dresses. I finally chose an A-line light blue dress, with a fairly deep cleavage bodice, and a flared mid-thigh skirt. With my smallish breasts I can display a lot of cleavage without displaying an indecent amount of my breasts.

Stockings? I ended up picking thigh-high, sheer grey hose.

Bra? None.

Panties? A pair of light blue mesh low rise thong.

Shoes? Black kitten-heeled slingback sandals.

I stripped and went to the bathroom, holding my panties and sat them on the counter. I ran some water till it got warm and stopped the sink letting it fill with water. I grabbed a washcloth and a towel, tossing the washcloth in the water and placing the towel on the counter. I squeezed the water from the washcloth, putting some liquid soap on it and gave myself a spit-bath. I had showered earlier in the day, but I figured a quick once-over cleaning of my face and body wouldn't hurt. I rinsed the washcloth, wiped the soapy wetness from my body and finished drying off with the towel.

I stood there looking in the mirror. My black hair, in an angled bob with bangs, was clean and laying as I wanted it to do, framing my face. My skin is a bit pale, which with my black hair framing my face as a contrast, I feel that it is an attractive look.

My breasts stood proud on my chest. They were, as many people size breasts, a handful, not much more. With quarter-sized areolas and medium pink nipples, that when aroused were, maybe, half-an-inch in length.

I walked and swam as exercise, so my body was fit with slight muscular definition, soft to touch but firm at the same time.

My hips flared out from my abdomen nicely, not too wide, if you ask me. My mons pubis rose out my pubic bone, perhaps, a bit more than most women's, covered in black semi-trimmed pubic hair.

My legs, one of my best attributes I think, are firm, muscular, and long. They are firm, but with a softness to the skin.

Overall, I feel good about my appearance. Am I boastful, maybe, but I really do feel that I am quite attractive by American society's norms. Which begs the question why am I struggling with a lack of sex? It's my fault. I know that. My personality makes it difficult for me to be spontaneous and outgoing, so I continually resist the advances of other women for casual sex. I want a connection, an emotional connection, not just a physical attraction. I have, on very few occasions, had a one-night stand which, while satisfying a needed sexual want, always end up with me feeling unsatisfied and angry at myself for having had a sexual encounter for no other reason than to have sex. I want more, but at the same time I tend not to make the effort to make that emotional connection I so desire.

Okay, enough introspective examination, I need to finish getting ready for a sorority party I don't want to go to.

I pull on panties, go out to my bedroom and sit at my "vanity". It is not a vanity, per se, it is just a desk with a mirror hung on the wall, but it works for me.

I put on some foundation, dark eye liner, and a semi-dark eye shadow, for a touch of goth, and dark red lipstick, applied lightly. When I am done, I smile, I look good. More conceit, maybe.

I just finished putting on my shoes when a knock came on my small off-campus apartment.

I open the door to see Heather smiling at me, "You're ready!"

"Just now."

"Well then, off we go."

"Do you think I need a jacket?"

"Nah, the night is warm."

I grabbed my purse, sling it over my shoulder, and say, "Good to go."

Heather grabs my hand, pulling me along as I shut the door. As we are walking to the car Heather says, "You look hot tonight. Please try and have fun."

"I promise I will do my best. You look very nice also."

"Thanks."

We got in the car and were at the sorority in ten minutes.

"Geez Heather, we could have walked."

"Not as we're dressed, plus storms are forecast for later in the night and through the morning."

"Well, that's true."

She found a parking space and we walked into the sorority house. Loud music, full of people, male and female. Heather grabbed my hand, gave it a soft squeeze, "It will be fun, just relax," she knows me, and she had reflexively taken my hand knowing I would be uncomfortable in this environ.

"I'm trying. I'll be fine," a little lie. I wouldn't be fine, but with Heather at my side I wouldn't panic, apprehensive yes, but I can deal with that. Heather gave me a smile. A smile that let me know she knew exactly how I was feeling and that everything was okay.

Still holding my hand, she moved through the press of people heading to the kitchen, that was where the booze was. When we got to the kitchen the crowd had thinned somewhat, I breathed easier.

Heather, her hand still in my hand, gently guided me to where three women were standing behind a table filled with bottles of every liquor one could ask for, maybe not every liquor but damn close.

A tall blonde woman smiled at us, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Heather looked at me, "Rum and coke?" I just nodded.

"Two rum and cokes please."

As she made our drinks I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a bronze-skinned woman, a couple inches taller than me, talking to another one of the women bartenders. She was stunning. Her skin was darker naturally. I guessed that she had some Middle Eastern or Southern European blood in her heritage. Her curly black hair fell to just below her ears, it swayed and quivered as she talked animatedly to the woman. She had on a blue and white floral patterned, spaghetti straps, mid-thigh length summer dress. Her legs were bare, and beautiful. Much like mine but more muscular in appearance than mine.

The woman behind the drink table said something to the black-haired beauty, the woman's eyes looking over at me. The head covered in curly black hair swiveled to look at me, a slight, soft smile appeared on her face, as our eyes met.

Our eyes only met for a short moment before I blushed brightly and turned away. I had gotten busted checking her out. I am usually much more discrete, but I had been so startled by her beauty that I had just been standing there staring at her like a deer in headlights.

As I turned away Heather was standing there holding our drinks, looking at me, smiling, "Lilith, are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

"It was not a ghost, but one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen," as I spoke, I nodded my head in the direction of where the beauty stood.

Heather's turned her head in the direction I had nodded to, looked back at me, "Where?"

"Right where you are looking."

"Who? The woman playing bartender?"

I turned my head back to where I had seen this entrancing woman. She was no longer there. I turned around in a full circle and she was nowhere to be seen.

I looked at Heather, "She's gone. She was astonishing."

"Damn, I would have liked to have seen the woman that stopped you dead in your tracks."

I sighed, took ahold one of the drinks Heather was holding and took a long drink from it.

"Heather, I have never had a woman affect me like that just by seeing her. Whoa!"

I took a deep breath and became aware my body was slightly trembling.

"Fuck Heather, I am trembling just from a moment's view of her," I took another drink.

Heather had a concerned look on her face, "Lilith, don't freak out on me. Calm yourself, and slow down on the drinking, or you will get smashed."

I downed the rest of my drink, to Heather's wide-eyed surprise.

I looked at her, "Don't worry, I'm not going to have another drink for a while. It helped me calm down a bit. I am going to get a refill of water."

I stepped back up to the bar table and asked if I could get my cup filled with water. The woman looked at me, I think she was surprised I had drunk my first drink so fast, and she filled my cup with water. I thanked her and turned back to Heather and asked, "What now?"

Heather snickered, "Let's go dance for a while. It'll help to reduce the effect of you drinking your drink so fast."

I followed her out to the main room where couples, mostly mixed, but there were some females couples dancing also. Heather found a spot where we could put our drinks down and led me out to where the people were dancing. I was feeling my sudden downing of my rum and coke, so dancing was probably a good thing to do.

While the music was not my style, it did have a strong beat. Heather and I danced together for about half an hour. While we danced there were several times I had the feeling I was being stared at. But every time I felt that sensation I looked around and never saw anyone staring at me. A couple of times I did see the woman that had so captured my attention earlier. But every time I saw her, she was either walking around the edge of the people dancing, or standing talking to someone, never looking at me. When we finally stopped for a break, I could feel perspiration beading on my skin and drank all my water as quickly, if not quicker, than my first drink.

Heather finished her drink and told me she was going to get another. I went with her and got another cup of water, which I drank quickly, and got a refill. I asked her where the bathrooms were. Heather pointed to a hallway at the side of the room and told me that was where the bathrooms were. She told me she was going to walk around and see if anybody captured her attention. I told her good luck and stayed in the kitchen nursing my water.

I was hoping to see the woman again, but she never reappeared in the kitchen. I stayed there for about twenty minutes, drinking yet another water, just watching partiers come and go after getting a fresh drink. I finally had to admit defeat in my pursuit of seeing the woman, and admit I needed to pee.

When I made my way to where the bathrooms were, there was a long line of women waiting to use the bathroom. I groaned and stood at the end of the line hoping I could hold my need long enough to reach the bathroom. I was about halfway in line to the bathroom when a soft touch on my arm made me turn my head, and I was face to face with the woman that had so stunned me earlier.

She smiled at me, "Lilith follow me, please. I know somewhere that will be quicker for you to relieve yourself."

She took ahold of my hand, gently pulling me out of the line.

I said, "I hope so because if I have to get in line again, I will not make it to the bathroom."

She snickered, "I promise it will be much quicker. I need to pee also."

She led me out of the sorority house, and we walked to the side of the building.

"We're going to pee outside?" I asked, concerned. I was not comfortable with the thought of peeing outside, especially with another person close by.

"Yes, but it is nearly impossible to be seen unless you are where we are going to be."

As we went around the side of the building there was a hedge that began at the end of the house and went out from the building about three feet and then ran parallel to the length of the house to a fence that led to the backyard space. The hedge was about six feet high, well maintained, and, to me, looked solid with no entrance I could see. We walked, still hand in hand, about two-thirds the length of the hedgerow when we came up to a narrow, less dense spot in the wall of hedges.

She turned sideways, her hand still holding mine, pulling me to follow her, and stepped sideway through the hedge. I followed her, brushing against the hedge both front and behind as it wasn't really an opening but just a spot one could fairly easily push themselves through. She guided me as we walked back the way we came, but in between the house and the hedgerow.

When we got to about halfway back, she let go of my hand, smiled at me, and said, "See no one will see us and we can piss in nature's bathroom."

The moon was full tonight and now it was high enough in the sky we could easily see each other in detail within the hedgerow. She was smiling at me.

I looked at her and said, "We can see each other quite well in the moonlight. I am not sure I want to do this."

"Well, you can always go back to the waiting line for the bathroom. I am peeing here."

I groaned, "There is no way I could hold it that long now. So how are we going to do this?"

"What I usually do is get my panties out of the way, and then pee," she said, laughing.

I couldn't not laugh at her answer, "Well, I know that part, but do we squat or what. And we are going see each other in this light."

"You have never seen another woman pee?"

"Yes, but that was using a toilet, which gives some coverage, here we will bare ourselves for all to see."

"It's just you and me. I am comfortable if you happen to see my vulva. We all have one, and they are all the same, basically."

I could feel that I had a strong, full blush from my waist up to my face. I hoped it was not noticeable in the moonlight.

"So, do we just squat?"

"I lean against the building with my legs spread apart, to avoid splashes, with my legs in a ninety-degree angle at the knee, pushing my body against the house. It does give your legs a bit of a workout holding your body against the house. So, you get a short workout on your legs while you pee. Feel free to squat if you want to. I don't because I don't to get any splash back on me."

With that she reached under her dress and pulled her panties down to her feet, picked them up and put the panties inside her rather large over the shoulder purse. Then she pulled her skirt up in the back, leaned against the building and pulled the front of her skirt up so she was naked from the waist down. She had no pubic hair. Her vulva was glistening in the moonlight. I wasn't sure if it was the first sign of urine, or if she was aroused and producing lubricating fluid. Then, suddenly, her stream of urine began to flow. I looked at this sight for a moment, mesmerized by the beauty of her naked pubic area now in full display. She looked up at me, knowing I was looking intensely as she peed, and smiled at me. That shook me out of my reveling at the sight.

I mumbled, "Sorry." as I positioned myself against the building, pulling my panties to my knees and my urine began flowing almost immediately. I sighed, loudly. It felt so good to at last pee.

I glanced over at her, and she was looking at my vulva as my urine flowed. Her eyes came up to mine, her smile still on her face, she said, "Nothing to be sorry about Lilith. I am looking at you just as you looked at me. Your vulva is pretty. I like your hair."

I smiled back at her, "Your vulva is pretty also. I like your no hair."

That made her laugh.

This is without a doubt the strangest thing I have ever done. Here I am with the lower half of my body naked and peeing next to another woman doing the same, all the while having a casual discussion concerning our individual vulvas and pubic hair, or none in her case. I had light tingles of arousal coming to life inside my body. This woman is like no one I have ever met. I have become curious about, and attracted to, this most unusual woman.

My urine flow finally began to ebb; my final drops of moisture almost fully stopped. My partner in peeing behind a hedgerow must have had to pee worse than me as her stream was still running full steam ahead. As my flow was completely finished her flow finally began to slow. I pushed myself up the wall of the building, I realized she was right that peeing like we did does give your legs a bit of a workout as they hold you up while you peed.

I started to pull my panties back up and she said, "Wait, I am almost done, and I have some tissues we can dry ourselves with."

Leaning against the building, now standing, I stopped pulling up my panties. My skirt was now back to its intended position, my nakedness over.

After a few more moments her flow finished, and she pushed herself to a standing position. She, however, still held her skirt against her abdomen. She reached into her purse and came out with a handful of tissues.

She looked at me, mischief was visible in her eyes, "I want to dry you, you can dry me. Strictly business though. Just drying each other off. But it does give us an opportunity to feel the other's body, even if it is just to dry us. Would you like to do that?"

I just nodded. I was in shock at her suggestion. At the same time, I don't think there was anything in the world I would rather do than dry her vulva.

She handed me some tissues; she kept some for herself, returning the extra to her purse. She reached over and lifted my skirt up as I spread my legs to give her better access. She put her hands between my trembling legs, and as promised, she diligently, efficiently dried my vulva. She pressed the tissue against my labia, capturing any moisture, then lightly dabbed the tissue slightly inside my labia to catch what moisture she could without intruding any further into my vagina. She surprised me by pulling up my panties and caressingly placing them into position.