It takes you a while to figure out what you want to do first. After all, the possibilities were endless, but you only get one first time, so you wanted to make it count. Seeing Amanda drink from her can of soda, you hit upon a rather devious idea. It would require patience, but if everything went right, it should pay off.
It takes a while, but eventually Amanda takes one last sip from her can, shakes it a little to confirm that it's empty, then moves to get up.
"Oh, I can throw that away for you," you offer, getting up and reaching for the empty can, "You want me to get you another?"
"If there's one left, sure," Amanda says, getting comfy as she lets you take the can, "Thanks."
"No problem," you reply with a smile, before making your way into the kitchen. You wait until Amanda returns to comfortably watching the television, then pull the marker out of your pocket and pull the cap off with your teeth. You take a moment to think about the exact words to use, then find a good spot on the can and write 'Amanda pees in this' there.
You snicker a little at your handiwork, then recap the pen and pocket it once more. You also remember to grab a second soda for Amanda from the fridge before you head back into the living room. Amanda glances over at you as you sit back down, and you turn the empty can in your hand slightly to make sure she can see the new label you wrote on it. You think you can see Amanda's eyes focus on the writing on the can for a brief moment, but the instant you notice this it's pretty much gone.
"Oh, you found my pee can," Amanda said, taking the unopened soda can from you, "That could come in handy later. Set it on the coffee table for now."
"Okay," you say, setting the empty can down, "I didn't know you peed in a can."
"Yeah, I know it's odd, but it's what I do," Amanda said with a shrug.
You can't help but grin to yourself upon hearing this. It's amazing how easy it was to change how Amanda saw an empty can, and by extension her life. You get comfy and relax, grabbing your own half-finished soda and returning to the show for now.
Some more time goes by, and by the third act of the movie you start to wonder if Amanda's bladder might need a bit of prodding to get the desired result. Just as you're about to give into the temptation, Amanda picks up the remote and pauses the movie.
"Sorry, I'll be right back," she says, grabbing the can you marked and standing up.
"Where are you going?" you ask.
"To the bathroom," she replies, "I've got to use the can." She shakes the empty can so you get her double meaning.
"But the movie's getting good," you say to her, "Can't you just use it out here?"
Amanda gives you an odd stare, "Look, I may like you and everything, but we're not at the point where I feel comfortable peeing in front of you. Besides, I don't have to go that badly."
Well, guess she'll need some prodding after all. Oh well, it's not like that will require too much more effort on your part.
~You actually do have to go that bad, and are -just- comfortable enough to resort to doing so in front of me.~
The change in Amanda is almost immediate, as she suddenly winces and crosses her legs, obviously doing her best to hold it in.
"Fuck..." Amanda mutters to herself, then grumbles, "Nevermind, guess I am doing it out here."
She sets the can down, then hastily unbuttons her pants and pulls them down right in the living room, "You can unpause the movie. I'll at least be able to watch while I'm going."
You nod and pick up the remote to do so, though you glance back at Amanda right as she pulls down her panties, catching a glimpse of her pussy and the red fuzz lightly surrounding it. She blushes in embarrassment when she catches you doing this.
"Hey, can you please try not to stare?" she asks, picking the can back up with one hand and trying to shield her crotch from view with the other, "It's weird enough doing this in front of you."
"Sorry," you say, "Tell me when you're done." ~You will believe that I am watching the TV until you are finished.~
"Thanks," she said, looking a little more comfortable as she thinks you've stopped looking at her.
Of course, you keep watching as she squats down, holds the can between her legs, and starts peeing into it. The sound of her urine hitting aluminum is actually quite loud, and Amanda blushes some more when she realizes this. It's too late to stop though, and she keeps going, her eyes moving between you, the TV, and the can. She eventually starts to slow down, but the can proves to be just a bit too small for Amanda's needs, as it starts to run over and splash onto the carpet (and clothes) under her.
"Shit, shit, shit," Amanda hisses as she sees the small puddle forming beneath her. Thankfully for her, her flow slows down to a trickle soon after this, and with some last few squirts she finishes peeing in front of you.
"Something wrong?' you ask, doing your best to hold back your snickering.
"I think I had a bit too much to drink," Amanda grumbles, setting the wet and now full can down on the coffee table before pulling up her panties and pants. You can see some minor wet spots on her pants as if she had splashed some water on them accidentally, though the dark yellow spot on the cream-colored carpet is more telling about what actually happened.
"Okay, you can look now," she said after she had finished fastening her pants again.
You feign a look of surprise as Amanda's perception merges once more with reality, "Oh wow, that's not good."
"I know," Amanda groans, "I hate it when this happens. Might want to pause the movie again, I've got to clean this up before it settles."
You nod and pause the movie as she goes off to the kitchen. You hear her wash her hands, then less than a minute later she comes back with a roll of paper towels and some carpet cleaner. She sprays the cleaner on the wet spot, then turns to you and says, "I'm going to change into some clean underwear and pants while this soaks in. Oh, and dump out my can, I suppose," she adds, moving to pick up the can.