In the bar

Three drinks later, both girls stumbled into the large handicapped stall in the ladies room. Melissa felt the world swirl around her. She wasn't crazy drunk, but definitely tipsy enough to go through with this. She hoped Alana felt the same.

She pinned Alana against the wall of the stall and planted a big kiss on her lips. Alana's body stiffened. The kiss clearly took her by surprise. And Melissa found herself surprised a bit by her boldness. But she knew they were about to do something far naughtier. And thought they might as well start with a nice, sweet gesture.

"I want you to know" Alana said, once the kiss was broken and with a bit of a slur "This is the nastiest thing I've ever done for anyone, and I'm doing it for you."

Melissa repressed a smile. She was genuinely happy that her friend was doing this. But she needed to take control of the situation. She grabbed a handful of Melissa's frizzy hair and pulled. The girl grunted.

"Shut up, get down on your knees and open your mouth." Melissa said unlovingly. And for a second she thought she'd gone too far. As a frown painted itself over Alana's face, Melissa thought her friend was going to stomp out of the bathroom angry and hurt. Instead Alana simply followed instruction, kneeling down in front of the toilet, looking up at Melissa, slowly parting her lips.

And Melissa quickly threw down her jeans, slipping her jeans off her feet, propping one leg up on the side of the toilet, positioning her pussy over her friend's face. Then taking a deep breath and letting out a powerful stream of urine.

Alana yelped as the warm piss slapped her in the face. At first she closed her eyes and shut her mouth, resisting. But soon, just like Melissa had, acceptance and warmth washed over her being. She opened her mouth again and let it fill up.

The smell of Melissa's piss filled the bathroom. Spray went everywhere, hitting the stall door, and the floor. Urine poured down Alana's chin, down her neck and onto her shirt. And when Melissa finally finished, she put her foot down, unable to avoid a little puddle.

Melissa stared down at her friend who in turn stared back up at her, face and hair a mess, mouth still filled with pee. And then Alana did something even Melissa hadn't dared to back in Dr. Ladybite's office. She closed her lips and swallowed.

The sight of it filled Melissa's body with fire. As unexpectedly hot as it had been to be on the receiving end of the golden shower earlier, it was even better being on the giving end. Melissa pawed at her friend and pulled her up toward her, planting another kiss on her mouth, tasting her own urine on Alana's warm lips.

Alana didn't speak, though her chest heaved with intense passion. Melissa could tell that her friend felt something. And once Melissa was done attacking her with kisses, the taste of piss returning to her tongue, only this time her own, she pulled back and looked at the worn, used, expression of disbelief on her friend's face.

"Well?" Melissa asked.

Alana didn't speak. She just panted. And Melissa started to really notice the odd expression on her friend's face.

"Well?" Melissa asked again, starting to feel concerned.