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[NoN] Fiction 1 : Bathroom Obsessions

My cute cheeked girl friend had a strange habbit. She'd want to have sex in public bathrooms. It didn't bother me, I found it rather adventurous.
It started easy; the high school bathrooms. We'd plan to meet at a precise time during classes, pretending we had to pee. We would then sneak up one at a time in the bathroom and have loud and fast sex me sitting on the bowl, her sitting on me. I was thirteen, sexualy active and thrilled.
I had really strict parents so my comings and going were monitered army style. But the few times I could go out with her, she always found a way for us to have a new bathroom adventure.
We had sex everywhere.
_ I need to pee. NOW.
_ Heum we are in the middle of the street. There are only stores here. Can't you wait?
_ No, we have to go to the bathroom, she informed me. I was then included in her need to pee.
_ ...
_ Look, there's a juish hair salon. Let's ask them if we can use their bathroom.
Without waiting for my answer she grabbed my hand and pulled me in the hair salon. The owner didn't mind, we were young and cute, he could have a look at my nacked legs and her open shirt. The bathroom was huge with construction materiel everywhere. Luckily she didn't get the idea of using it on me, which wouldn't have been suprising. For some reason I sat on the bowl and peed. She sat on my lap and began to finger me while I was peeing.
_ Hey. I'm still peeing. Stop that!
_ Hein? Well, it doesn't matter. It's cool, I like it.
I was young, she was older, therefore more experienced.
Selfnote : Lesbians like to finger each other while peeing.
I had to try that on someone else just to make shure of the acuracy of that habbit. We stayed in the bathroom for quite a while because when we got out the juish owner paused while looking at us.
_ Oh... I taught you girls were long gone. Are you ok?... What were you doing in there?
We smiled and left. I bet he went back in the bathroom, smelled the sex filled hair and blushed.
Later that summer we went to the Vans Warped Tour. We didn't actually have tickets so we had to walk through the highway, sneak up in the forest without beeing noticed by the security gards and then swim three meters in a river. We did it. When we got out, we ran toward people who had paid to get inside to mix ourselves with the croud. We started drinking. The fact that it was ten in the morning didn't alarm us.
Later on, drunk enough, she wanted sex. She grabbed my hand, made me run all the way down the hill. Ten seconds later we were in line to get in the blue chemical toilets lined up at the end of the park.
_ We can't do it here. I mean, there's shit everywhere. We can go in the forest, it's much cleaner.
My arguments didn't seem to convince her. She started doing her thing, accidentaly wripping the button off my pants during the process.
These pants were for my phys ed class so every time a had phys ed that year I proudly told everyone that the button was wripped due to sex with my girlfriend in the chemical toilets at the vans warped tour.
I still have the pants and have no intention of ever replacing the button.

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