Thanks to all for the supportive comments and suggestions. I promise that I will write something more about this, but I don't make any promises as to when.
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Chapter 10
Ari returned from the shower in her more typical bedclothes, to find that while she was in there, Lara had completely changed the bed and laid out her other outfit. She hadn't expected this, and stepped out into the center room, where Lara was watching TV.
Lara heard Ari coming and spoke first. "I thought you might want to get a feel for the other outfit. It's up to you, though.
Ari thought for a second. "Yeah, you know, you're right. I probably won't get another chance before we have to pack."
"That was what I was thinking. Again, though, you don't have to if you don't want to. Hell, you can even back out of going if you want."
"I'll admit, I'm starting to get a little nervous about meeting this guy, and it seems like we're going to a lot of trouble for him."
Lara shook her head. "Not for him. For you. If it works out for him, that's all the better, but I'm more concerned about you. You say the word and we'll call the whole thing off."
Ari pondered this for a moment, but knew, deep down, that her friend had never steered her wrong. "I dunno," she said, "let me have a couple of drinks while I think about it."
"That's the spirit," Lara said, and fetched a wine cooler for Ari.
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Chapter 11
Two hours, two sodas and two wine coolers later, Arianne decided to try out her other new outfit. She wandered into her room, stripped down and put on the new outfit. Like the maroon outfit, the kelly green camisole hugged her every curve, stopping just at the level of her belly button. The matched panties were a string-bikini bottom. They completely covered her backside, and had an alluring dip in the front. Only the barest amount of material connected the front and back.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and checked the way every curve was accented. She climbed into bed, and turned out the light.
Only a minute passed before Arianne was fully relieving herself into her brand-new panties. She released the volume equivalent of her two sodas and two wine coolers with great gusto and was almost shocked to realise how easily it had come to her this time. She was just plain anxious to see how the outfit looked, she guessed, but deep inside, she was starting to enjoy this.
She turned the light back on, climbed out of the bed and stood before the mirror. Her outfit looked much the same, save for a dark spot at the crotch. When she turned around, though, boy, what a difference. The kelly green had become a deep forest green, and the panties clung to her ass.
She ran her hands over her ass to feel how the wet fabric felt. It felt wonderful. She fingered herself, standing in front of the mirror, and brought herself off, causing another minor gush, which landed on the floor at her feet.
Another shower, another change of clothes, and sure enough, Lara had changed the bedding again before turning in. What a friend! She heard the washing machine running in the other room, and let its pulsating hum lull her to sleep.
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Chapter 12
1 July, 2006
Friday, Arianne, Lara and Roger spent the day doing laundry, packing, getting the truck checked out, etc. Saturday arrived, and the three hit the road at 7:00 in the morning. Finally, at around 1:30 in the afternoon, they arrived at Chuck's apartment complex near Toronto.
Lara and Roger piled out of the truck and started stretching as Arianne pulled herself out of the third seat. She climbed out of the truck carefully; her right leg had fallen asleep from leaning up against the back of Roger's seat. As she joined the stretching, Chuck approached the group from the building.
"Any problems at the border?" he asked, just to start the conversation.
Arianne spoke. "The border patrol guys were very polite. It was kind of eerie."
"Ah, but wait 'til you head back down south, eh?" Chuck said, "You'll find that their American counterparts will make up the difference. They're well-intentioned and professional enough, but maybe a tad brusque."
Chuck walked up to Lara and gave her a hug, then shook Roger's hand before turning his attention to Arianne. She looked a little uncertain, but he gave her a warm hug, and that seemed to help a little. "Good to see you again," he told her.
"Hm," she replied, "I hope whatever happens in the next couple of days doesn't change that."
"Dunno," said Chuck, still holding her gently, "The way I see it, if it screws with your head too much, there's enough distance between here and Painesville that we can put it behind us. I know what my role is here; don't sweat it."
"Yeah, that's what Lara was saying, too." Ari flashed him an uncertain smile, and, after a moment of hesitation, a cautious kiss.
"Here, let me help with those things," Chuck said, as Lara and Roger had started pulling bags out of the back of her truck. He took a couple of the bags from Lara and led the way up to his apartment. Arianne followed close behind him, carrying her backpack, and Lara and Roger hung back a bit to give Ari and Chuck some space.
"You know," Chuck told her, "I don't know what Lara has and hasn't told you. I don't want you to feel obligated in any way, because I'm taking you in as a friend. There's room in my place besides in my bed if you feel uncomfortable."
"Thanks," she said, "I just don't know. We'll have to see what happens. Lara's a bit of a schemer, but I'm sure you know that."
"She is that," Chuck said, "But still, I trust her for some foolish reason. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment, but the truth is, she's never done wrong by me. She's been mischievous, to be sure, but she's never done me wrong."
Ari let out a nervous giggle as they reached the top of the stairs. Chuck opened the door and gestured for Arianne to enter. Her jaw dropped when she did.
"My God! This place is huge! How big is this place?!?" she said.
"One hundred square meters... I think that's about eleven hundred square feet" Chuck replied. "I know it's big, but I like my space."
Lara and Roger appeared at the door. "So?" said Lara, "Do we get the grand tour?"
Chuck smiled at his friend's outspokenness and said, "Yeah, sure. Put your bags down and I'll show you around. Oh, you got everything out of the truck first?"
"Yeah, it's all here," Lara said.
"Okay, cool."
Chuck showed them around his place, the large, sunken living room, the open kitchen and dining room, and the three bedrooms down the hall, one of which was set up as the master bedroom, one as a guest bedroom, and one as an office. The office had a futon along one wall. The opposing wall was dominated by a handful of home-built computers and one very large monitor. The main computer (Chuck called it his workstation) had been programmed to shut off the monitor after a few minutes of non-use, and it did so just as the group entered the room, but not before Arianne saw the words "Wet Set" in large, yellow script on a black backdrop in his web browser.
Chuck wandered out to the living room and picked up Lara and Roger's bags and set them down in the corridor next to the guest room. Arianne followed, carrying her backpack. "For crying out loud, put down your pack!" Chuck said, taking it from her and putting it with the others' bags in the corridor. "You are a guest here, and you should relax and make yourself at home."
"So," Chuck said, walking towards the kitchen, "Why don't you all take a load off."
Roger and Lara sat on one of the fluffy couches in Chuck's living room, and Ari took a place in the comfy chair off to one side.
"Anyone like a beer, wine, water, pop, whatever?" Everyone called back their requests, and Chuck returned to the living room with a couple of bottles and handed them around.
Roger took a drink from his beer and said, "Wow, that's pretty good."
"Heh," Chuck said, "You've never been up this side of the border, have you?"
"No," Roger said, "How could you tell?"
"This is our run of the mill swill up here. Reminds me of my favourite joke, though."
Lara covered her face and shook her head, because she knew where this was going.
"So don't take this the wrong way, eh?" Chuck said, "Why is American beer like making love in a canoe?"
Roger hesitated for a moment. "Okay, I'll bite. Why?"
"Because it's fucking close to water, eh?!"
Roger and Ari laughed hard. Lara just kind of shook her head, smiling, and said, "I can't believe you're still telling that joke."
"Oh, come on! It's a classic!"
The group loosened up a bit after a couple of rounds, and shot the shit for a few hours. They were going to take the streetcar, then the subway to get to the festivities downtown, so nobody was particularly concerned about remaining sober. Beer flowed. Jokes and stories were told. Arianne was the quietest in the group, as she sat and admired their host, much in the manner that he had done to her when he had last visited Ohio.
After a while, Chuck asked if anyone was interested in going to get some food. After some negotiation, they agreed on oriental food. Lara and Roger headed to their room to get ready to go. Chuck took the opportunity to talk to Ari alone.
"You know, you can back out at any time," he said, "I won't be offended."
She just smiled and said, "Thank you."
Just then, Roger and Lara came back into the living room. "Ready to go?" Chuck asked. They nodded. "Alright, then." They headed down to the street.
About twenty minutes later, by streetcar, they found themselves at Spring Rolls on Dundas.
"Kind of a fancy place, isn't it, Chuck?" asked Ari.
"Nah. This place is great. The food is really good, and the place is hip, but the staff is cool. You don't get the attitude you might think you'd get."
"You're not just doing this to impress me, are you?"
"Well, what if I was?" he retorted with a grin.
Ari smiled a this and the group entered. True to Chuck's word, they were seated quickly, served promptly and politely, and enjoyed the good food and good company. They sat and chatted for a while after they finished eating. Finally, Chuck called for the tab. When the waitress returned with it, he gave it a quick glance, gave her some twenties, and dropped a ten and a small stack of twonies on the table and said to the group, "well, shall we?"
They had been going to take the subway to the festivities, but instead ended up just walking the remaining few blocks. The beer flowed freely all night. The music and fireworks were awesome as one would expect. Arianne and Chuck stuck together like they'd been lovers for a long time. Around 11:00, they stumbled back into his apartment, laughing raucously as Chuck demonstrated that he can't sing when he is drunk.
When good friends haven't seen each other for a long time, there is a tendency to stay up into the wee hours of the morning chatting about just about everything, and this is, indeed, what happened next.
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Chapter 13
After a while their collective alcohol and adrenaline rushes wore off, and they decided to call it a night. Lara and Roger headed to their room.
Needless to say, there was some uncertainty between Chuck and Ari. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," she told him, "I don't want you to feel obligated."
Chuck laughed out loud at the remark and told her that she was totally welcome in his bed, and that *she* didn't have to if she didn't want to. She grinned, wandered into the master bedroom, grabbing her pack on the way through. She took a small bag out of her backpack and headed to the bathroom.
Chuck stripped down and put on a pair of red silk boxers. He wasn't sure if she was joining him or not, and he had figured this to be a safe option, because he could pass it off as his usual bedclothes, but they were still nice enough to show to a new bedtime partner. He turned on the lamp next to his bed, switched off the overhead, and crawled in.
He lay there wondering if Ari would join him or not. He was really hoping she would. He had really been enjoying her company all evening.
He was waiting to hear a toilet flush as a cue that Ari was coming his way, and so he was startled when she just showed up at the door. She was wearing the maroon outfit that she had bought earlier that week, and struck a pose that showed a lot of leg.
Chuck admired how nicely the outfit fit her, showing off every curve, and demonstrating beyond a shadow of a doubt just how cute she was. She smiled nervously.
Picking up on her nervousness, he said, "I don't bite. Unless you want me to, that is."
She smiled and crossed the room. She crawled into bed with him and took a straddling position over him. He admired her for a moment, and then reached up for her shoulders, pulled her close to him and they kissed, long, articulate, deep.
As they kissed, his hands found their way down her back. He reached up the legs of her shorts, which moved out of the way obligingly. He admired how firm her body was. He fondled and squeezed her ass. Slowly, they began to gyrate against each other, but it was apparent to Chuck that something was bothering her. He hoped that she would relax, or tell him, or something.
Finally, she spoke up. She gently pulled her lips away from his and propped herself up on her arms. She gazed at Chuck's face admiringly. Then she looked away for a nervous moment.
"I have a surprise for you," she said, "Lara told me a lot about you and what you like."
"Really? What did she tell you?"
"She told me that you would be really turned on if I told you I'd been holding it all night and I really needed to piss."
Chuck's already turgid member became noticeably stiffer at this announcement.
"So I see it's true." she said, reaching down and stroking him through his shorts.
"So have you?" Chuck gasped, hoping he knew where this was going.
"Mm-hmm" she said, smiling in the alluring, mischievous way that only a mid-western girl can do. "And she told me you'd *really* like this."
She lowered herself back down onto him and held him tightly. Their lips locked and their tongues danced. A moment later, a hissing sound emerged from from Ari's shorts. Another moment, and Chuck felt a warm sensation spreading across the front of his shorts, and he realised that Ari was pissing her pants.... a lot! It took all he could do not to cream his shorts instantly.
She disengaged her arms for a moment, and got into an upright position, kneeling over Chuck and grinned at him. A pouty expression crossed her face. "Oops!" she said, "I peed my pants. What should I do?"
"Do it again!" he said, admiring how wet her shorts were.
A devilish look crossed her face. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. A moment later, the hissing sound returned, coupled with a dribbling. A fountain had formed at the lower front of her shorts. The legs got quickly and mercilessly re-soaked, and the piss dripped off both legs and all over the front of Chuck's shorts.
Chuck reached up and put his hands on her shoulders before knocking her over onto her back, evoking a playful screech and giggle. He got on top and watched as she just kept pissing and pissing. He couldn't take his eyes off the fact that she was pissing so hard that it lifted up the fabric of her shorts and sprayed out of the legs. He began rubbing her pussy through the sodden fabric of her shorts, and she took the cue to grab and start massaging his dick through his soggy shorts.
"I'd ask if you were wet," he said, "but I think the meaning might be lost."
She giggled at the pun. "I am," she said.
She reached up and started to pull his shorts off. His dick sprung up as it was released from its silken encumbrance. She got the shorts down to his knees, and he kicked them off the rest of the way. One final kick sent them into a graceful arc onto the floor, where they landed with a soggy "Schlop!"
He started rubbing her pussy again through the sodden satin shorts she was wearing, this time using his dick instead. He reached down, slid her shorts off and tossed them. Again, "Schlop!" as they hit the floor. She giggled at this.
He touched his dick to her pussy lips, sending a shiver up and down her, resulting in another small gush of piss pouring forth from her. It hit his stomach and rolled off, tickling his balls on the way down.
He gently pressed a little harder. He felt her lips part, admitting him. He felt her quiver as he took her then and there, feeling the bed squish beneath them in the puddle she had just made for him. "Oh yes," she said, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Yes! yes! yesyesyesyesyes YEEEESSSSSSSS!"
On her orgasm, a gush of piss sprayed forth, as she finished uncontrollably emptying herself all over him, making him go off.
They lay there for a while, talking a little about this and that. She confessed to him that that was just what she needed.
"So what do we do about this mess?" she finally asked.
"Yeah," Chuck said, "I guess we should do something about it, eh?"
She got up, looking magnificent, nude from the waist down.
"What a shame!" Chuck said.
"What?"
"Not a drop on your camisole."
"Awww... and I peed so hard," she replied, pouting mockingly.
"No worries. We'll take another crack at it if you like."
Chuck peeled the sheets back to reveal a waterproof cover, which he removed with them. He bundled them up and put them in a basket, then got out fresh linens, complete with a fresh waterproof cover, and the two of them remade the bed. He put on a dry pair of shorts, and she grabbed something and headed to the washroom.
Chuck had just finished smoothing the bed when she returned in the kelly green outfit. He looked her over and was just amazed at how sexy this new outfit looked on her. It showed off and emphasized the shapeliness of her legs, the flatness of her stomach, and cut some nice cleavage up top.
Chuck excused himself for a moment and stepped into the washroom, where he quickly guzzled two cups of water and returned to the bedroom to find that she had already crawled in and was waiting for him. He crawled in next to her and turned out the light. He put his arm around her and held her until the morning.
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Chapter 14
2 July, 2006
Chuck awoke to find himself face-to-face with Ari, who was gazing admiringly at him. "Been awake long?" he asked.
"Just a few minutes," she said.
"Any regrets?"
"Only one."
"What's that?"
"I'm dying for a piss," she said.
Chuck's cock hardened a little, a fact that had not escaped Ari's attention. "Yeah," he said, "me too." The water he had drunk the night before had worked its way through his system.
"So go." she said.
She peeled back the covers so that she could look at the front of his shorts.
"It's a little difficult with a stiffie...." he said, "Give me a sec."
He concentrated for a moment, and then felt the first small drips escape. She looked down at the front of his shorts and confirmed the small wet spot that had formed.
"Give me more!" she said.
Chuck pushed with all his might, and finally got a stream going strong. That's when Ari pulled his shorts down and his pis sprayed all over the front of her cute green satin camisole.
"Wet me!" she said.
He got up into a kneeling position, the waist of his shorts still under his balls, and pointed his dick at her camisole.
"Wet me." she said, whispering this time.
He pushed with all his might. A moment later, he had a full gusher going. He directed the spray over her tits, where the camisole obligingly clung to her nipples. He peed all up and down her, wetting her thoroughly, almost.
"You didn't get my panties," she said.
"I want you to get those," he said.
She smiled. He watched attentively. A moment later, a spot at the front of her crotch turned from kelly green to forest green to match her now-soaked camisole. A fountain formed in the ever growing dark spot, and he watched attentively as the piss sprayed out of the legs of her panties, soaking her crotch and bum. He was very hard.
He pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and gave them a toss. He touched the tip of his dick to the front of her panties and started rubbing her through them with it. "You're a tease," she scolded, "Don't stop."
He didn't. A moment later, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside with one hand and pushed him in with the other. Before he knew it, they were fucking again. Tightness released slightly, fully in, up and down, in and out. Squish, squish, squish. He could swear she was still pissing. He put his hand on the front of her panties and found out that she _was_ still pissing.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh god yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! YES! oh YES! YESSSSSSSS!!" A final gush of piss poured forth from her as she came. Again, Chuck came right after her, and collapsed in a heap on top of her, feeling her form though the sodden fabric of her soiled nightclothes.
He kissed her, long and hard, wondering to himself if he had just found the perfect sex partner. They lay there for a moment, drinking in what had just happened.
Finally, Ari spoke. "We probably woke up the others. We should check on them."
"Good point," Chuck said, "and I want to start my morning ritual, anyway."
"What's that?"
"If the weather's good, I go for a swim every morning. It's already 22 degrees out. It's going to be a beautiful day. Wanna come with?" He started rummaging for a pair of shorts to swim in.
"Hm. I didn't bring a swimsuit. Let me see what I've got," she said.
Chuck pulled on his shorts. "I'll just go have a look and see if the others are awake, then."
Chuck wandered down the hall and put his ear to the door. He didn't hear anything. He gently opened the door, and found Lara and Roger fast asleep. He closed the door and returned to his room.
Ari had found a pair of black satin panties that would serve as a Bikini bottom, and coupled them with a black sports bra. "God she looks hot" Chuck thought to himself.
"They're still asleep," he told her.
"Cool. Let's go for a swim. I'm all sticky anyway, and I'm sure you are, too."
Chuck grabbed a couple of towels and they wandered down to the pool in back of the building. She sat down on the edge and dangled her feet, looking cute as could be. Chuck jumped in and swam a lap before coming to rest at her feet.
"Have you been enjoying the trip?" he asked.
She grinned. "No, not at all," she said sarcastically. "Seriously, I needed this badly. I needed to have some release without the ugly regrets that come later."
"Glad to oblige," he said, recalling that he had done the same thing for Lara sometime in the past. "So, I gotta ask you.... Did you do all this pissing just for me, or are you the same sort of freak I am?"
Ari blushed. "It's kind of embarrassing, actually. Somehow I'm wired so that I piss full force whenever I cum. It grossed out a lot of my former boyfriends. As if that wasn't enough, I also wet the bed about every other night, so it's been kind of lonely for me. That's what my ex and I argued about so much."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad feelings," he said, genuine concern on his face.
She grimaced and nodded. "It's okay. This weekend is therapy for me."
"So anyway," she continued, "It got to where I'm so used to being wet that when Lara told me she knew someone I should meet, who would like it, that she had me start practicing doing it on purpose. It took me about a week to get it to where I could do what I did last night."
"What was your plan if I didn't want you to sleep with me?"
"Then I'd go put on a diaper and sleep in another room. I was really hoping we'd hit it off; I hate diapers."
"Arianne, last night was some of the best sex I have ever had. Lara used to piss her panties for me, but I'm not sure whether or not she liked it."
They both turned when they heard a spattering sound. Lara was standing there, with a mischievous grin on her face. She was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of teal-coloured silk flutter panties, from the bottom of which was pouring a stream of piss, that was spattering onto the patio.
"So you did like it?" Chuck asked.
"Eh. Little bit," Lara answered. "I like the fact that it feels naughty. I just did that now to get your attention."
"It worked," Chuck said. He turned his attention back to Ari. "Care to join?"
"Okay," she said, slipping into the pool and into Chuck's arms. Chuck and Ari played and splashed and groped and fingered and frolicked in the water. After a moment, Roger came down from the apartment. Chuck hadn't noticed, and jumped a little when he spoke to Lara.
"How come you haven't joined the fun?" he asked Lara. He had slung a couple of towels over his shoulder before coming down.
"I didn't bring a suit," she said.
"You're already wet!" he said. Lara screeched and giggled as Roger wrapped his arms around her and jumped into the pool with her.
Chuck looked back to Ari. He pointed his thumb at the other couple, shaking his head. "Kids!" he said sarcastically.
"Well, what are you gonna do?" Ari said, playing along.
"This!" he said, sending a splash of water her way. The splash started a short-lived splash battle, which ended up with Ari and Chuck pressed tightly together, kissing and fondling each other.
The group played for a while longer, then headed up to Chuck's apartment to dry off, change and have breakfast. Chuck tossed everyone's pissy and wet clothes into the washing machine before making breakfast for his friends. A few hours later, the group was ready to return to Ohio.
Chuck took Ari in his arms and gave her one last long, articulate kiss before reluctantly sending them on their way back to the States. He knew it may be a while before he got to see her again.
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