On a 10+, they show off peeing for you, take +1 forward

"How about it?" you say.

Luna looks at the other girls and says, "Oh, c'mon, I'll do it."

She opens a stall door. "Okay, c'mon, Joe," she says, beckoning you forward. "I can't wait any longer."

You step forward. She lowers her panties and lifts her tennis skirt. Luna has a thick blonde bush a shade darker than her hair, natural and untrimmed. She sits down and pushes her panties down her legs so she can spread her knees to show off for you. She reaches down to spread her labia and sighs as her stream gushes out into the bowl. When you shift your weight, she looks up and giggles. "Say 'Mother may I' and spell CUP," Luna says. You shift your gaze from Luna's smiling face to her pussy as she urinates. Finally her stream tapers off to a tinkle and stops. "All done!" She laughs.

You step back as she pats herself dry and pulls up her panties.

Luna says, "That was kinda fun. Hey, who's next?"

"Okay, whatever," Kath says. "C'mon."

You follow Kath, with her #5 HONIG jersey, into the next stall. She drops her nylon shorts to her ankles, sits down and spreads her sturdy thighs. Kath was not wearing any panties under her athletic shorts. And to your surprise, under Kath's little beer belly, her love triangle is shaved completely smooth.

Kath's pussy is more of an "innie" than Luna, her inner labia a pair of tiny pink wings hidden inside her smooth outer fold. Her pee squirts down and out into the bowl, and it doesn't take long for her to take care of business. Kath's face looks a little flushed when she's done. Is she turned on? Embarrassed? Both?

"Done," Kath says.

"Thanks," you tell Kath. This is definitely doing something for you. After seeing Luna and Kath, you've got a pleasant throbbing inside your pants.

"Okay," Kath says. "Next." She shooes you out of the stall.

"Okay," Jennifer says.

You follow the tall blonde with her #4 ROSS jersey into the stall. She eases down her nylon shorts and panties and sits down, pushing them down further so she can spread her knees.

Jennifer's blonde bush is trimmed smooth on the sides with a wide strip down the middle. When she spreads herself to pee, you catch a glimmer of gold.

"A ring!" you say. Jennifer has a little gold ring pierced through the hood of her prominent clitoris.

Jennifer blushes pink. As you watch her pee, you see her clit and inner labia swell and redden. It's turning her on to show off for you.

"Were you wearing the ring during the game?" you ask.

"No, I put it in before the movie," she says.

Her stream slows and stops.

"Okay," Jennifer says. "All done. Guess you got your show."

"Thank you," you tell Jennifer, trying to sound sincerely grateful and not to annoy her.

You step out to let her finish. Tara is looking at you with a blank face. Kath and Luna have already washed up and headed back to their seats in the theater.

"You feel up to it?" you say. "If you're not okay, you don't have to."

Jennifer flushes and steps out of her stall. Tara looks at her, then back at you.

"No, let's go," Tara says.

You follow #7 ITOKAWA into a stall. The slim, athletic brunette lowers her shorts and panties for you and sits down. Tara's dark bush is trimmed like Jennifer's, smooth on the sides with a wide middle strip. Her pussy hair is stiff and wiry but sparse, unlike Luna and Jennifer's thicker bushes. She spreads her golden brown pussy to reveal ruddy brown inner lips.

But nothing comes out.

You watch her for a minute. "Is everything okay?" you ask.

"Just turn your back for a second, okay?" Tara says.

You turn around and pretend to be invisible. There's a brief dribble. A pause. A tinkle. Another pause. Finally her stream starts.

"Okay you can look," Tara says.

You turn. Her golden face is flushed pink. A stream arcs down into the bowl. Her expression is uncomfortable. As you watch, her stream stops again.

"Wait, I'm not done," she says.

Not giving herself any easy outs.

Tara closes her eyes and takes some deep breaths. Her pee starts again. She keeps her eyes closed. Her shoulders relax. She sighs with relief.

"Okay done," Tara says.

"That was hard," you say. "Thank you."

"Okay," she says.

You step back out of the stall. She closes the door.

You look at Jennifer. You say quietly. "Tara big on dares?"

"Competitive," Jennifer says. "It was hard on her when she had to take her ring out." Jennifer gestures to the crotch of her shorts. "Tara was allergic to the pierce."

"How competitive?" you ask.

Jennifer smiles. "As much as me," she says. "And more."

Tara takes a couple more minutes in the stall, comes out and washes her hands.