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This story was written for Lightweaver as part of my themed Patreon request day for May 2018. The theme this month was "Going Camping" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and watersports. :3

A First Time for Everything

It was Avon and Rita's first getaway together as a couple, and beyond that it was their first time camping at all. They both knew that it wasn't going to be perfect, but the two college-going foxes were in love, so at the same time all they needed for it to be perfect was for the two of them to be there together.

They howled with laughter for the hour it took to set up their tent, in the end using a ball of twine that Rita had brought as part of a 'camping emergency kit' she'd watched a video about online to fasten together the parts that just would not clip into place no matter what the instructions said. They walked hand in hand gathering firewood, and as they came upon a small stream running through the forest while doing so, they turned up the fabric of their trouser-legs, sat down upon the bank, and dipped their bare feet into the water sitting side by side. They laid their heads against one another as they listened to the sounds of nature and the gentle babbling of the water, and before long the two of them were locked in a series of deep, tender kisses.

By the time they got back to camp, the day's light was failing. By the light of Avon's phone propped up against a tree stump they tried to get a fire going, not the easiest proposition even with a lighter to quicken the process. Soon however they howled in mutual triumph as a small flame began to burn within the small dug out area of earth and the ring of stones they'd constructed around it, and before long a pleasant blaze was burning in the midst of their little clearing. Again they sat side by side, and chatted as they cooked marshmallows on sticks, as they ate bags of crisps and slurped at warm but still fizzy cans of coke. They shared memories of their childhoods in the city, and dreams, make-believe games they'd had about coming out here into the countryside and living wild in the forests.

"I always imagined I'd be alone in those games. Free, without anyone to tell me what to do or how to act."

Avon murmured as he peered into the fire, smiling as he felt Rita's hand lace its fingers through those of his own.

"But now..."

He turned towards her, seeing her beautiful face illuminated in the fire's flickering light.

"...now, wherever I go, I don't ever want to be alone again."

Once more they kissed. They embraced and sat by the fire as they continued to talk, to share, to get to know one another and fall deeper and deeper in love with one another than they already were. And as the evening wore on, and the plastic bag full of empty soda cans for them to take back home with them after the night was over grew more and more full with the heat of the fire driving their continued thirst, so too did their eager conversation continue... at least, to a point.

There came a moment, sometime later that night as the moon began to rise high in the sky and the fire began to lessen in its crackling fury, when Avon realised that Rita had grown suddenly a lot more quiet. She was still responding, still nodding and smiling and responding to what he was saying, but her own anecdotes had dried up somewhat and there were moments, albeit just fleeting ones, where he saw what looked like tension and anxiety upon her features. He considered just letting Rita keep whatever the problem was, if indeed there was one, to herself until such a time as she wanted to mention it. He considered trying to take her mind off it without knowing what the issue might have been by switching the conversation up and trying to get her more engaged once again. In the end though, barely five minutes later, Avon could only think of one way to proceed in how to help the woman he loved.

"Hey..."

He stroked the back of her hand, and leaned in to peck Rita gently upon the cheek. She liked it when he was honest with her. When he said how he was feeling. So, what else could he do right now, but be honest with her.

"...is everything okay? You're getting quieter, and, you look... I dunno, not nervous but... tense?"

Rita's eyes widened, and though she didn't try to play it off as nothing, she remained silent as her cheeks flushed crimson beneath her rusty orange coat. She felt Avon's hand grasp more firmly at hers, fingers entwining once again, and shivered slightly as he gently rested his head on her shoulder.

"I'm here. I love you and I'm here. If you tell me, I'll try and help. If you don't want to tell me the full reason right now, but... there's still something I can do to make it better? I'll do that too, no questions asked. Whatever you need, if it's in my power, I'll do it."

The vixen whined softly, and turned to face her boyfriend with a shaky smile.

"You're so sweet. But... please, don't worry. It's not that serious. I just... i-it's embarrassing."

Avon's eyes widened a little, and he looked around their campsite. He frowned.

"Oh, Rita. Are you... scared of the dark? Because, that's okay. I can stoke the fire some more, or we can go into the tent and put on the torches."

Rita giggled nervously and shook her head yet again.

"No, it's not that. It's not even that serious. It's just... I... oh god, I don't wanna even say it. It's so embarrassing, so dumb."

She blushed brighter still, but when Avon's eyes met hers once again, and he lifted his head so that their noses bumped together, pecking her on the very tip of her own bashfully beaming muzzle, she couldn't help but sigh happily. One more time the fox whispered to her, peering deep into her eyes even then with adoring sincerity.

"Nothing you have to say is dumb. And if it's embarrassing? Hey, if we can't do embarrassing stuff in front of each other, who can we do it with?"

For a few seconds longer they sat in silence, Avon smiling reassuringly, Rita blushing deeper and deeper, until suddenly a rather intense shudder ran down the vixen's spine and her eyes widened. She whimpered, and bowed her head in humiliation as she realised that no matter how embarrassing it was, she simply couldn't wait any longer. At least, not without consequences that would be even more dire and humiliating.

"I... Avon, I... I need to pee."

The fox blinked at his girlfriend, and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, okay? But... when you get back, we still need to figure this out."

Rita's already glowing face burned crimson, and she let slip a keening whine, beginning to squirm rather urgently on the section of log they had been seated side by side upon all evening.

"N-no, you don't understand. I need to pee, n-now. But, Avon, I... I've never... o-oh god, I've never peed outside before!"

Avon's eyes widened.

"Wait, never? Like, not even when you were younger or..."

Rita continued to blush and shook her head violently.

"N-never. And now I'm... I really, really need to go. I'm sorry, Avon. I've been holding it for hours. Waiting and hoping I'd find a way to bring it up o-or think of a way that makes sense, but... I don't wanna sit on poison ivy or crouch on an ants nest or s-something. I don't wanna make a mess o-or... oh god, I'm such an idiot."

She moved to bury her face in her hands, but Avon grasped at her wrists and held them at a distance from her beautiful, currently rather strained features before Rita could do so. When she stopped trying to move her hands though, his own grasp shifted from her wrists to actively holding her hands within his. Rita watched as Avon rose from his own seat beside her, and she gasped as her body and bladder shifted when he pulled her upright too. She stumbled, and half collapsed against him, whimpering in relief and gratitude as he caught her in his arms.

"Hey, I told you if I can help, I would. And... I can help with this. Rita, you don't need to be embarrassed. You don't need to be ashamed. I'm not gonna think less of you just because I helped you go to the bathroom. If anything, I'm gonna love you even more after this. Because... different as it might be? It's something else I've shared with you. Something else I've shared with you that I've never shared with anyone else."

Avon drew back from the vixen's trembling embrace, and met her gaze with his own once again. She was still blushing, still shaking with what he now knew to be her obviously pretty intense need to go. But now she was smiling again. Bashful of course, nervous too, yes. But smiling, and that made all the difference as he led her off to the edge of the clearing and a little way beyond, illuminating the forest with the pale light from his torch and seeking out a suitably bare, poison-ivy and ant free spot.

Soon they stood by a large tree, the surrounding ground bare aside from a little leaf-litter. Avon was still holding Rita's right hand, and he could feel the intensity of the vixen's shivers as she fought with obviously rather urgent desperation to hold herself back just a little longer. He nodded to the ground nearby, and smiled soothingly as he put forward a gentle suggestion.

"I'm pretty sure some ladies can get away with squatting with their pants around their ankles. But, for your first time... you might wanna take 'em all the way off."

Rita's face burned scarlet, but she nodded and shakily began to try and unfasten her jeans. She whimpered as her fingers, so unsteady that she could barely get a grasp on the metal button, failed to cooperate. Pleadingly she stared up at Avon, and she gave a gasp of relief when a few seconds later it was his fingers that unbuttoned her trousers and relieved at least a little of the pressure upon her midsection. Hurriedly yet carefully, not wanting to get too much dirt on her jeans as she knew she had to wear them tomorrow too, Rita leaned against Avon for support as she hopped and eased herself out of her clothes. Normally she wouldn't have been embarrassed to be getting naked in front of Avon, they had after all shared more than a little time together naked and doing far more intimate things than this, but stripping off in front of her boyfriend, outdoors and for such a different reason than normal, it was a weird combination of sexual and non-sexual nervousness mashing together that made her head spin.

Soon she was bottomless, naked from the waist down, but as Rita moved to take a squatting position near the tree, she whimpered as she felt the lower hem of her t-shirt drifting down over her crotch. Rising up again, she looked over at her boyfriend who was neatly folding her jeans and panties, and blushed as she teased her t-shirt up and over her head too, leaving herself in nothing more than a comfortable sports bra. Like a yo-yo she lowered herself to the floor again, and tried to position herself in a way that felt both natural, not too humiliating and in some way sanity, not an easy balance to strike at the best of times, definitely not when your boyfriend was standing mere feet away. After ten seconds of squirming and shifting around with her bladder screaming at her internally, she whimpered. After twenty, she whined loudly, after thirty, she stared up at Avon with a strangled cry of frustration.

"I... h-how do other women do this?! I feel like if I sit any way that has me balanced, I'm gonna piss all over my feet as the... t-the puddle spreads. And if I use a hand to open myself up s-so I can... direct the flow more, I'm just gonna fall over and end up face down in it! Please, Avon. P-please... help me. I can't hold it any more. If I don't go soon, I... I'm gonna go anyway. I'm gonna piss n-no matter where or how I'm sitting. Please, you asked me to trust you so I'm trusting you. Please just help me."

The other fox stared at the woman he loved, her body writhing and squirming so desperate and so nearly completely naked. She was so beautiful even with the picture of anguished intensity currently etched across her face, and to hear her begging for his aid, he knew he couldn't deny her no matter how embarrassed she might have been, or how indeed he was feeling in that moment. His cheeks flushed, the light thankfully trained on the ground where Rita was planning upon letting loose so leaving his reddened face unnoticed. He could feel his cock stirring, and his own body giving him a more gentle but ever present reminder that it had been a great many hours and several cans of coke since he had last evacuated his bladder too. This situation was awakening feelings, urges in Avon that he had never before considered as even a possibility of something that would turn him on. But, right now none of that mattered. Nothing mattered but helping Rita, and relieving her of her own burdensome desperation right here, without any further delay.

"Get down like you were before. Support yourself with your arms."

He nodded to her, and smiled as though still blushing the vixen immediately did as she was asked. She dropped into a squatting position, and with her arms behind her leaned back against them to balance her body while still mostly upright. Avon knelt beside her, and after raising his hands, though waiting for a nod of affirmation from Rita before proceeding, he began to touch her body and guide her into what he hoped would be a more effective position.

"Lean further back. That's right, and... spread your legs out. Wider."

Rita's eyes bulged and she blushed, but Avon leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

"Hey, I'm here. I'm not judging. I'm not weirded out or turned off by this, I swear. This won't change anything, unless it brings us closer. Okay?"

She nodded, shuddered as her bladder gave another sharp, demanding plea to be emptied, and spread her legs wider apart. Before long her body was almost horizontal, and her bent legs were parted so far that Rita looked more primed for some sort of extreme sex act than getting ready to urinate. Under the circumstances though, with a man guiding her with confidence but far less actual experience, it could have been much worse... though not much more humiliating.

"C-could you..."

Rita shuddered not in desperation, but in disbelief that she was actually about to ask this of her boyfriend.

"Could you... s-spread my lips? I don't w-want it to come out at an angle, h-hit my leg."

Avon's eyes widened, but he nodded even as he swallowed thickly. His own hand was shaking slightly as it reached down between Rita's legs, and he couldn't help but moan as he touched the flushed outer lips of her vulva and gently, carefully spread them apart to reveal the warm pink within.

"Okay."

He whispered to Rita softly, soothingly.

"You can do it now. You can let go. I'm here. I love you."

He made it sound like she was about to have a baby or try to beat a world record of some sort, not simply to pee out in the great wide expanse of nature for the first time, no toilet or any other facilities present to aid her in the process. Still though, Rita was glad of his presence. She closed her eyes, tried to tell herself it was okay now, that it was time to stop holding back and give her body the release it had been demanding for hours. She breathed deeply. She rocked her hips gently as though seeking to push the urine out. And then...

Then...

Her eyes opened, and she whimpered in utter frustration.

"G-goddammit. I'm too... t-too nervous. I can't go. Avon, I... I can't..."

Her voice trailed off into a miserable whimper, only for that sound itself to choke and catch within her throat as she felt something else. Something unexpected and, in that instant, absolutely heavenly.

"O-ohh. Ohh god, Avon, w-what are you... ooohhhhhhh..."

With his hand between her legs, spreading her lips so obscenely apart, Avon had a perfect view of his girlfriend's clit as it poked out delicately from beneath its hood. Hearing her anguish, he knew he had to do something, and as he thought about how he could relieve the tension locking her body down so unbearably in those moments, there was only one thought that immediately sprang to mind. With one single digit of the hand already between her legs, Avon brushed his finger against her clit. Then he did it again, and again in gentle, brief, flitting caresses.

"Avon! A-Avon, please... please I'm... I c-caaahhh... I can't h-hold... ooohh no! Ohhh noooooo, I'm... y-yes! Yes, oh it's working, I'm nn-nhnhhaahhh I'm gonna... I am! I'm... I'm... aaaaaahhhyesssssss!"

He stroked Rita's clit and watched as her thighs trembled, as her whole body tensed, shook, and then relaxed as the pleasure abated for a split-second before the next caress. He heard her grunt, and whimper, and shriek in overwhelmed, unexpected stimulation, and he grinned, he growled passionately in triumph under his breath when around the seventh or eighth caress a brief burst of liquid shot out from between his girlfriend's legs, not ejaculate on this occasion but hot, long retained and dilute urine. Another stroke, another high powered spray that drummed against the dry leaf-litter of the forest floor beyond. Another touch, another jet of her barely contained piss. And then, with one final much more firm and teasing touch of his fingertip to her throbbing clit, Rita let loose an ear-spitting howl of joyous relief, and the full force of her piss-stream finally burst forth and began to rain down over the forest floor far, far beyond the quivering thighs and quaking knees of her obscenely spread legs.

"Ohhgod... I love you, Avon... I love... aahhh l-love you so much..."

She moaned to him joyously, almost obscenely happy in her relief, and Avon could only blush and grin, unable to tear his eyes away from her crotch as her urine poured forth with relentless abundance. For close to half a minute her bladder emptied itself, before finally the flow began to lessen. Avon was still watching, though his eyes were on Rita's face as she tensed up and forced another more powerful burst of urine free, the vixen giggling uncontrollably as she did so knowing that her boyfriend was watching. She did it again, and again, and one final time before she attempted it, only for nothing further to issue forth. A long, delighted whimper of relief slipped through her lips, and her tense body sagged slightly while still holding her rump off the ground as she relaxed at long last.

Slowly, carefully, Avon helped Rita back up into a crouch, then the two of them rose up onto their feet once more. They stood together, blushing and smiling, both a little embarrassed but neither one of them nearly as much as they had been.

"S-so... you still love me? Even after seeing that?"

Rita giggled playfully, blushing as Avon answered not immediately with words, but by grabbing her almost naked body and kissing her deeply. Their bodies pressed together, and Rita gasped as she felt the undeniable bulge of her boyfriend's still clothed erection throbbing against her bare midriff. When they drew back again, panting and grinning now, Avon nodded.

"More than ever."

Glancing down and confirming the substantial tent between her lover's legs, the vixen smirked.

"I can feel that, yeah."

Avon looked down himself, and his eyes widened as he looked back up.

"I... I c-can explain..."

Rita silenced him with another brief kiss, and shook her head as their eyes peered deep into one another.

"You don't have to. Really, It... it was kinda..."

The vixen took a deep breath, her face burning crimson as she braced herself to say what she was now undeniably thinking.

"It was kinda hot as hell, w-wasn't it?"

Avon sagged with relief, and groaned happily as he wrapped his arms around Rita once again and pressed his cargo-pant-clad crotch against her.

"God yes. I swear, I've never even thought about it before, b-but seeing you... feeling you do that, it was... i-it..."

His voice trailed off, and he blushed crimson before clearing his throat and starting over.

"Y'know... I need to go, too. All those cokes we drank..."

Rita shivered against him, and whimpered happily.

"Do you need a hand?"

Her left paw brushed over the front of his straining crotch, and she bit down on her bottom lip as it throbbed and Avon growled.

"I can't piss when I'm this hard. But... i-if you were to help me do something to get rid of this first?"

His hips rocked forward against Rita's paw, and they moaned happily together.

"Anything."

Rita whispered huskily, licking her lips, then lapping tenderly at his face in rapid succession.

"I-I'll do anything I can."

Avon began to move, to guide the two of them over to that large tree under whose branches they were currently standing. Even as he did so, he felt Rita's hands beginning to loosen his belt. Teasing his t-shirt up his torso, peeling it off and tossing it aside to join the neatly folded pile of her own clothes close by. He moaned as the vixen stripped him down, and blushed as the cool night air swirled around them.

"I've never had sex outside before."

He murmured to his girlfriend as her hands pushed his trousers and underwear down all at once, one paw soon returning to grasp at his cock, and to hurriedly guide it between her once more trembling legs. Rita giggled, and moaned back at him as she felt her boyfriend's shaft graze its tip against her sensitive, achingly needy clitoris.

"A-ah... neither have I. But, that's okay. If I've learned anything tonight... i-it's that whether you imagined it would ever happen or not, there's a first time for absolutely everything."

By Jeeves

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