Everyone was at this house party. It was the biggest, coolest party of the year.
And Daphne should have cared about looking cute in her new party dress or getting a drink or finding her friends but right now all she cared about was finding the bathroom.
When she did she was pretty sure she actually felt her bladder twinge.
The line was so long it went all the way down the hall and started creeping toward the stairs. There must have been over thirty girls waiting to pee.
Daphne abandoned the bathroom line and went to find Millicent and Pansy.
She found them in the kitchen mixing vodka with some kind of soda.
“Do you want to come pee outside with me?” She asked.
Pansy shrugged to say maybe.
“I could piss.” Millicent said. “But it’s kind of cold out. Why not inside?”
“The bathroom line is so long.”
“So pee in one of the bedrooms.” Millicent suggested.
“No, people are hooking up in all of them.” Pansy said.
While they were talking someone came into the kitchen and scooped themselves a cup of punch from a huge cooler.
The girls looked in.
It was bright red like Kool-Aid and just smelled like vodka.
“That looks like toilet wine.” Millicent said.
“Just looks like a toilet to me.” Pansy smirked.
“Cover me.” Daphne quickly pulled her panties down and held her dress up out of the way of the punch so it wouldn’t get stained as she sat on the edge of the cooler.
Her friends stood in front of her, blocking her from view from anyone who came in the kitchen while she pissed into the punch.
Daphne moaned. She really had to pee so bad that the relief was nearly orgasmic.
Pansy handed her a roll of paper towels off the drink table to wipe before she pulled up her panties.
Then Millicent switched spots with Daphne and started to pee into the cooler.
Someone staggered into the kitchen to get another drink while Millicent had her pants down.
He couldn’t find the punch with the girls blocking it.
Millicent dipped a cup into the cooler while she was peeing in it and Pansy handed it off to the guy.
They laughed hysterically when he left while drinking it.
Then it was Pansy’s turn.
When someone came into the kitchen while she was peeing she dipped a cup into the punch for him but only filled it up halfway.
Then she held the cup under her stream to fill the rest up with just piss.
The punch was so saturated with whatever made it red that the cup didn’t look diluted at all.
The blond boy chugged the punch down in a single swallow and crushed the cup against the door on his way back to the party.
The girls finished in the kitchen and went back to the party with their drinks, vodka and cokes. Not the punch.
They couldn’t stop laughing at everyone with a cup of the gross red punch.
When they went back to the kitchen to refill their vodka sodas they laughed even harder at how much of the cooler punch was gone.
“Someone should really refill that.” Pansy smirked.
They each took their drink and a bottle of water to start refilling their bladders.
They were helping really.
The party was running low on punch.