Hermione and Pansy kept glancing at each other. They were kind of standing together. But it was a respectable distance. Far enough apart that they also kind of weren’t standing together.
Hermione sighed. She watched her breathe steam up in the air and wished she had a scarf to pull over her mouth. She shoved her hands in her coat pockets to try to make her hands warmer. She looked over at Pansy again.
Pansy kept shifting her weight from foot to foot. Hermione figured she must be freezing too. But then Hermione couldn’t stop watching. Pansy was shifting her weight uncomfortably. Like it was more than just the cold. Then Pansy squeezed her thighs together.
Oh! Pansy had to pee. Bad.
Hermione was almost afraid to question it. But she wondered why Pansy wasn’t just peeing on her. Especially if she had to go that bad.
She knew she’d probably regret asking, but curiosity got the better of her.
“I forgot my She-Wee today.” Pansy said. As if that was a complete explanation.
She rolled her eyes when Hermione made clear that it wasn’t.
“It’s too cold to take my pants off so I can’t squat to piss. And even if I could piss right now, I can’t piss on you Granger because I can’t leave you standing here in wet clothes. What if got hypothermia and died or something?”
Hermione didn’t say anything. She hadn’t thought of that. But now that she thought about Pansy standing there fidgeting, trying to hold it in, she worried about Pansy wetting herself. What if she got sick from standing in the cold in wet clothes?
Hermione dug through her bag and quietly pulled out her own She-Wee. She silently handed it over to Pansy.
Pansy accepted it with a grateful little smile.
“When did you get this?”
“A while ago.” Hermione said. She didn’t admit she bought it because she was impressed by the way Pansy used hers. The freedom she had to piss whenever, wherever she wanted. Even if she was using it to torment Hermione.
Hermione wanted that freedom. She just hadn’t been brave enough to try it yet.
“Is this brand new?”
Hermione nodded.
Pansy shot her a smirk. “I can’t christen your new toy, Granger. You have to piss with it first.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. She couldn’t just pee on command. She didn’t even have to go.
“Come on!” Pansy led her to an outdoor fountain that she didn’t know about, near the football field.
“Drink!” Pansy was demanding. But Hermione didn’t feel like she usually did when Pansy ordered her to do something she didn’t want to. Like she she’d be punished and tortured if she said no and forced to do it anyway.
Hermione felt like she was in on a secret. Like Pansy was playing a game and inviting Hermione to play with her for once instead of being the toy.
She drank.
“Why are you here anyway?” Pansy asked, just to hear something besides the slurping sound of Hermione drinking from the fountain.
Hermione paused and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
“Ron was supposed to drive me home. But he forgot.”
She saw the tick in Pansy’s jaw like she was grinding her teeth. Hermione knew Pansy hated Ron. She didn’t exactly have a reason to like him. But Hermione couldn’t explain why it bothered her that her bully didn’t like her boyfriend.
“Why are you still here?” She asked.
“My car won’t start.” Pansy said.
With nothing else to say, Hermione went back to drinking until her stomach ached with the fullness of it. But it didn’t hit her bladder right away.
“Pansy I can’t drink anymore. And I still don’t have to pee. You just go. I’ll use the She-Wee after you.”
Pansy didn’t want to agree, but she could barely hold it anymore. The sound of the fountain running was about to drive her to piss her pants.
So she gave Hermione a little shove and took her place at the fountain. She adjusted herself with the She-Wee as quickly as she could and then she started pissing in the fountain.
She let out a huge sigh of relief. She threw her head back in pure bliss.
Hermione stared. Watching Pansy’s piss run down the drain.
“Pansy! People drink here!”
Pansy smirked at her. “No, people drink here.” She adjusted her stream so her piss hit the mouthpiece.
Hermione watched piss flow over the little hole she was just drinking from. Pee must be going inside it. The next person to use the fountain would definitely drink a little of Pansy’s pee.
Hermione suddenly remembered that Pansy wanted her to pee with her She-Wee and realized it would probably be her.
Pansy took a step back and pissed on the front of the fountain instead of inside it. She let her piss run all the way down and pool in a puddle on the concrete around it.
Hermione’s mouth fell open when she saw exactly where Pansy was aiming her stream.
She was peeing on the button. The button to push to make the water come out to drink from the fountain.
And she was doing it so shamelessly. She didn’t care that to everyone else this was a drinking fountain. To her, it was a toilet.
Hermione couldn’t help feeling a little in awe, even if she still felt shame.
Pansy finished her piss and handed Hermione the She-Wee. It was still warm and a little piss dripped on Hermione’s hand.
“Thanks, Granger.” Pansy said, genuinely.
She looked in her bag for something to wipe with. She was so used to Daphne having tissues.
Hermione asked if it was really necessary.
“Yes, Granger. You can’t risk getting a UTI just because you’re feeling kinky. It’s really necessary to wipe every time you piss.”
The word kinky stuck in Hermione’s head.
Pansy thought pissing was kinky. Even pissing on her? Hermione thought Pansy just peed on her because she liked being mean to her.
She tried to ask but she wasn’t really sure what to say.
“I do like being mean to you.” Pansy said.
“But you said it’s kinky?”
Pansy smirked. “Granger, are you discovering things about yourself?”
Hermione looked down. Maybe.
“What if you wipe with my tongue?” Hermione suggested.
Pansy’s mouth opened in a surprised oh.
“I mean, you make me wipe your asses with my tongue all the time. I could wipe your pussy with my tongue. If you want.”
Pansy did want that. Very much.
“You want to eat me out, Granger?” Pansy smirked.
“No. You can use my tongue to wipe.” Hermione corrected.
Pansy’s smile was wicked as she shoved Hermione to her knees.
She didn’t want to pull her pants down in this cold. But to feel Granger’s tongue on her, she would.
She leaned against the wall and pulled Hermione’s head to her crotch.
Hermione could see that her panties were damp with a mix of piss and already, arousal.
Pansy pushed Hermione’s head closer to her pussy, urging her to get on with it.
Hermione had never licked someone’s pussy before but she knew how rimming worked, at least she knew how it worked with her bullies.
She gently pulled Pansy’s pussy lips apart and lapped at her, just below her mound.
Then she moved a little deeper and kept licking. Small, gentle little licks further and further in until Hermione was satisfied that Pansy was “wiped” and she was even wetter than she was when she started licking her clean.
Hermione only paused for a second to tell Pansy she was done wiping her and she was going to lick her clit now, but she never got the chance.
Pansy grabbed a fistful of Hermione’s hair and forced her face back between her legs.
Hermione gasped but then she couldn’t take a breath at all as Pansy’s pussy completely smothered her mouth.
“Fucking little tease!” Pansy muttered, more to herself than to Hermione. She humped Hermione’s face shamelessly. Giving up on letting her lick her and just desperately needing to cum, now.
Hermione didn’t give up though. Her tongue shot out to meet Pansy’s erratic thrusts.
Pansy moaned. She held Hermione’s head to her. Not even consciously moving her head so her tongue was on her clit. She squeezed Hermione’s hair so hard her scalp stung.
Hermione wasn’t licking Pansy’s clit. No. Pansy was fucking her tongue.
And she loved it. Hermione melted into the heat of Pansy’s pussy. She moaned against her clit.
The vibrations were nearly enough to make Pansy cum. Nearly. She could feel the orgasm building. A delicious warm tingle spreading though her whole body.
And then she snapped. Pansy let out a guttural moan as she came.
Her hips stopped moving but Hermione’s tongue didn’t. She licked hungrily at Pansy’s twitching clit through her orgasm and through the aftershocks.
Pansy had to yank her head away by her hair.
She panted, trying to catch her breath as she looked down at Hermione, still ready to keep eating her pussy like an overeager puppy.
“Um, Pansy?” Hermione somehow looked shy, after just giving Pansy one of the best orgasms she’d ever had.
“Yea?” The cold air was starting to hit Pansy and she reluctantly pulled her pants up.
“You said you always have to wipe after you pee? Always?”
“Yea?” Pansy suddenly remembered making her drink. The water was probably hitting Hermione’s bladder now. And they didn’t have any toilet paper.
Pansy smirked.
She’d just have to use her tongue.
Not that she minded returning the favor. She wanted to taste Granger’s pussy.
“You can wipe with my tongue, Granger.”
Hermione smiled shyly at the ground.
Pansy offered her a hand to help her up.
“And when you’re done, Maybe I’ll use your tongue again. Just to make sure you thoroughly licked me clean.”
“But first, go piss.” Pansy looked to the closed up concession stand. A wicked smirk on her face.
She pointed Hermione to the empty table that usually held condiments for hot dogs and burgers.
“That table looks like it could use a hose down, doesn’t it?”
Hermione’s stomach flipped. She couldn’t imagine peeing there. But she also couldn’t imagine saying no to Pansy right now.
And the sooner she peed, the sooner she’d feel Pansy’s tongue on her.
The sooner she’d get to feel Pansy’s pussy on her face again.
She looked at Pansy with a smirk of her own.
“Yea, it does.”