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Sarah quickly pulled Will’s hand out from her vagina and replaced it immediately with her own as she ran suddenly into the kitchen, returning seconds later with two glass jugs. She handed one to Will and placed the other on the floor as she crouched over it.
Will stood up holding the jug in one hand and tightly gripping his member with the other. Sarah caught a glimpse of his face as she looked up and smiled at him.
‘Will, don’t let this stop you. Carry on with your story. Take yourself right back there. Imagine you are ten again and it’s all happening right now. I’ll try my best to hang on and...well we both know what happens so when you get to that bit we can both let go just like you did that day. Ok?’
From the day Will had experienced the event at school he was recalling in detail right now he had had serious debilitating issues with peeing anywhere except home. He had never ever peed in a jug, let alone in the presence of a naked and incredibly stunning girl like Sarah. He really wasn’t sure about all this but he had just felt urine run down his fingers and he could see himself how badly Sarah needed release yet here she was putting herself on the line, sacrificing her own need to relax in order to support Will. He owed it to her to try.
He aimed his penis right into the jug and closed his eyes as he took himself back to school at the moment he ran out of the class almost wetting himself.
‘So I was so scared,so embarrassed, so worried about being caught. I ran to the bathrooms and pushed the door open, rushed to a cubicle and closed the door behind me. I immediately fished my apparatus out and aimed him at the pan and stood there waiting for it to come out.’
‘Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhhh. Keep talking Will. I’m waiting for you. Ohhhhh.’
‘I was bursting. My bladder was full and I was so uncomfortable. I had to pee the worst I could remember and I had been urgently trying to keep it in for oh so long.’
‘Mmmmm I know honey. I’m right there with you. Ohhh keep going.’
‘But, I can’t explain it. It just wouldn’t come out. I mean a little drip or two dropped from my penis as if the floodgates were preparing to burst but that was all. It was so difficult to hold yet so difficult to release. It was as if I was being tortured. I was shaking, crying and felt such a failure.’
Drip drip.
Will’s penis released the tiniest of drips into the glass jar as simultaneously Sarah allowed a small dribble to escape too.
Drop drop.
Will was struggling and although Sarah could easily have just let go and released and relaxed she wanted to experience everything Will had that day. The pain, the frustration and the sheer contradiction of his mind and body fighting against each other at a crucial time. She concentrated and tried to imagine herself in the same position no matter how hard it was. She could not help but moan as the intensity was incredible on so many levels.
‘I stood there like an utter failure. It was like someone was laughing at me in my head telling me how stupid I was and what a fool I was making of myself for having been so openly squirming in class. It hurt so much. My whole body hurt. My mind hurt. It is so hard to describe that intensity of need and desire of being right in the very edge of longing for something only for it to be just that second out of reach.’
‘Mmmm I get it babe. I’m there with you. Oh God how hard and difficult that must have been sweetheart. I’m feeling that.’
Will’s eyes were closed tight. His hand holding his penis exactly as he did back almost 19 years previously. His stance the same, the feeling the same, the desires identical. He was right there again.
‘Time seemed to freeze and I panicked. I had no idea how long I had been but I was so scared and embarrassed and upset at my body for failing me that I tucked my little thing back into my trousers, zipped up and walked back to class. Maybe it had all just been in my mind? Maybe I hadn’t been bursting after all?’
‘Oh Will. But you were baby. You really were. I can feel it too. Oh beautiful, keep talking. It’s ok I believe you. Oh God do I know how desperate your bladder really was. I promise you I can feel this.’
Sarah had her own eyes closed, determined to not let anything out until Will did, both in his memory and in reality. But this was taking everything she had to hold. This was letting someone else control her need which she had never experienced before. This was intensive physically, emotionally and sexually. She was loving and hating it simultaneously but so hooked. Was this therapy, fore play, or intensive love making? She really wasn’t sure which.
‘I walked back to class so upset and trying not to show it. I slipped into my seat and started doing my worksheet, no legs shaking or knees bouncing or swinging because...well everyone thought I had had my release so I could not need to go again? So I sat there, internalising my thoughts and actions, feeling so much pressure and pain but assuming I was some freak who was making it all up. I tried to do my work. I sat so still, so quietly, like everything was fine even though this huge battle, war even, was going on in my body. Does that make sense?’
‘Oh it makes sense all right. There’s definitely a war going on sweetie. Keep going...please?’
‘And then I felt this warmth on my leg. Just a little’
Splash.
Sarah lost control for a second, utterly unplanned and against her will.
Splash.
Will let out a spurt suddenly against all desire.
‘I heard it like a little sssssss sound. I felt it. I was sure I could even smell it. I shut my mind off. I was stuck in a moment of no return, in a situation where my body was ruling my everything. I entered a place I could not return from no matter how hard I tried. This moment was out-with my control, out-with my ability to reason or plan. Suddenly, violently, it happened.’
Swash. Swish, splash.
Burble, fizzing, foaming, hissing.
Simultaneous long, uncontrollable pissing going on and on and on.
‘Ohhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmm. Yeahhhhhhh’
Both tearful, sniffing, moaning.
Engrossed in history yet as present as ever. Locked in a memory so consuming it affected the present as if it was now. Reliving, re-experiencing, replaying events that changed everything for Will. Unity of mind, body and spirit on a level higher than anything either had ever known. The ultimate in healing, release, freedom, but without the humiliation that came with the original event.
It was only after both jugs were full, steaming and frothy that either opened their eyes.
Both jugs simultaneously, as if this was all a well rehearsed dream, placed on the table, while both ran into each other’s embrace, celebrating, relishing in the moment, as their lips met each other’s in a passion and connection never felt before.
It was time now. |
Both knew what the other wanted. Both knew what they wanted too. Sarah headed upstairs with Will following, tickling her, touching her; both full of life, full of desire and in tune.
Sarah jumped on her bed naked and patted the bed beside her. The time for talking was over and now it was time to let actions say more than words ever could.
Will pulled the duvet away laughing, his penis hard and ready now and his mind clear of stress and worry. He felt something very deep for Sarah, she had a way of going above and beyond; physically and emotionally connecting on a level way beyond his wildest dreams. This would be his way of thanking her for all she was doing for him.
Will was a perfect gentleman; no rushing, no pushing, no pain. His tongue and fingers made sure Sarah was thoroughly ready before entering, making her feel special on every level imaginable. Her giggles, moans and sighs bringing every part of him utter delight as he craved more yet took everything at the pace of his sweetheart. Their bodies in harmony, sliding together, slotting perfectly in place, moving as one. More like a dance, with no awkwardness or clumsiness on either side. Harmony, unity and togetherness as things reached a climax for both simultaneously as one, exactly as had happened moments before as their bodies released urine together.
Sarah lay there in Wills arms, content and happier than she had ever been. She could not imagine not having Will in her life now. How could they only have met a mere five days ago? She was always the one to speak first but fornow the silence said everything she needed and more.
Will was spent; happy, content and at peace in every way imaginable. As he lay naked with Sarah in his arms he could not picture himself anywhere else. He wanted to rest and remain here but ever the gentleman he was aware he hadn’t been invited to stay. He only came for the curry tonight and he’d long since eaten that. Sarah was always the first one to talk, but Will had to know before he could settle.
Will turned his head gently so as not to disturb Sarah. He stroked her cheek lightly with his fingers before whispering in her ear.
‘Sarah, do you want me to go home or stay? I don’t mind.’
Sarah’s kiss said everything she wanted it to as she faced Will, her arms cupping his neck and head to bring him as close as possible. Just to reassure Will though she whispered ‘please stay’ before kissing his neck and resting her head on Will’s chest.
Within ten minutes they were asleep in each other’s arms not even stirring until Sarah’s alarm went off at 6:30am.
Will had never carried out his morning work routine in someone else’s house. For the first time he could ever recall he didn’t want to go to work. The anxiety of driving in from a different location, the not knowing exactly how long the route and traffic would take, the wearing the sane clothes as the day before: it all stressed Will so much. Where was his shower gel? Oh yes of course it was in his own apartment! Even Sarah’s towels felt different. It was awkward, strange and making him very anxious. In all the activity and sudden change of plan he hadn’t even taken his medication before bed, let alone even had it with him.
He cared deeply for Sarah. He desired her greatly and wanted to be with her always but he decided this was all too much. He needed his own place, his own routine, his own mug he used every morning for coffee.
Oh no! His work mug! Will panicked at the thought his work mug was still in his bag in his car. He put that in the dishwasher every night. The same with his plastic lunch box which was now empty. This was getting too much and tears were forming rapidly in his eyes. He couldn’t do this. Too much change, too much confusion.
Sarah showered quickly after Will, dressed herself in her work suit with pink stripy blouse and headed downstairs. She was shocked to see Will struggling to put on his clothes from yesterday, his blond curls still wet, his beard not as trimmed as always, his actions like that of a young child rather than a man. She still had twenty five minutes before she needed to leave so she gently stood Will up, fixed the buttons on his shirt, kissed his cheek and turned on her laptop. She beckoned to Will to sit as she typed google street map into the search engine and suggested to Will he typed his work postcode into the destination. She knew Will had sat nav, but she also knew Wills anxiety meant he needed much more. He had to know the route himself and even though Sarah lived just a few miles from Wills apartment she understood well how Will could not simply connect the dots and break the journey up into parts. It was just one journey to Will and now he didn’t know it.
While Will read, reread and reread over and over the route from Sarah’s to his work Sarah appeared with toast and banana for them both, coffee for Will and tea for her.
Will was calming slowly as the familiarity of his work building showed on the map. A link beside his work building got the better of Will and he clicked on it to see where it lead. Up popped a Wikipedia page about his company, the building and its history. Will scrolled and stopped at a sentence that stood out.
‘Unlike other typical office buildings this three storey building is rather unique in that all convenience facilities are confined to the basement level, below road level, as drainage has always been a big concern due to the area being known as at flood risk.’
‘Sarah did you read that?’
The internet had always helped Will do everything in life. Now not only was it reassuring him of the route to work from Sarah’s house it was suddenly giving him the knowledge of where the bathrooms were located where he had worked for almost six years but had never found.
‘Thank goodness for the internet’, Will said as he smiled at Sarah as she chewed on toast beside him.
‘You know I always hoped the internet would help me pee and with your help, my beauty, I think it will!’
And at that Will gulped his mug ofcoffee down in a one-er. |
Will listened to his sat nav carefully as he replayed the route in his mind that he had read online. Everything was familiar, yet different. His whole life, his demeanour, his entire body, felt different. His cheeks were redder, his nerves calmer and his heart steadier. He wasn’t holding his breath at the red traffic lights panicking at the thought he might be seconds late for work. He wasn’t stressed at the fact he had no lunch with him and no clean coffee cup. All he could think of was the absolute joy and high that Sarah brought him. Things were changing and for once he was actually ok with that.
Sarah sang along to the radio in her car, happier and more care free than she could ever remember. She wasn’t anxious about her clients, or weighed down at the heavy burden of business bills to pay, or even concerned at her lack of lunch preparation. Everything was worth it. The world was a brighter place with Will in. Right now she could not stop smiling as she pulled into the car park of her work. Whatever faced her today, the next day, or for weeks and months to come, as long as she had Will she felt it would all be perfect.
‘Someone looks happy for a Tuesday morning?’
‘Morning Emma. You look lovely today by the way! And thanks. I just have so much to be happy about.’
‘Come on! Spill! I’m going to assume you haven’t won the lottery as I doubt you would be here if you had...so that leaves...a man! Oh Sarah have you met someone? Have you? Tell me!’
Sarah was desperate to tell someone!
‘Maybe I have! So are we going inside or standing out here all day? It could be interesting chatting to people outside in a car park all day eh.’
‘Ha! You’ve definitely met someone!
As the ladies carried on turning the alarm off, switching lights on and unlocking the bathrooms and Sarah’s office, Emma continued to question Sarah about her mystery guy. Emma was practically dancing around the waiting room as she straightened chairs and stacked magazines as if the world was all rainbows and unicorns. She never wanted this feeling to go. But as soon as the phone rang and soon after the first client arrived, Sarah quickly switched to work mode and put her whole self into helping her clients.
Will arrived at work a minute later than normal but he was relieved to see his favourite parking space available as always. Instead of sneaking in like an undercover spy, terrified of seeing anyone, Will walked in with his head held high, a spring in his step, a new found confidence in himself. He swiped in and when someone said ‘morning’ to him he had no hesitation in replying ‘morning’ back, even if it only came out in a whisper. Will was so proud of himself but still a huge relief swept over him when he entered his private office and he found everything exactly as he had left it the night before. He turned his computer on and automatically filled his coffee machine with water and turned it on. He sat down to check his emails and soon found himself engrossed in everything work related within minutes.
Sarah’s first client left in a better place mentally than she had arrived. Sarah saw her out and smiled at Emma knowing full well that the minute the client left she would ask again about Sarah’s new man. Instead she passed on a message that her second client of the day had called in sick, something that rarely happened. Sarah thanked Emma as she returned to her office to type up notes from her first appointment before using the time to check emails, read today’s post and make some calls. First though was to do something she should have done before her first client arrived. Sarah did a quick google for a number then used her mobile to make a call.
Will was busy solving complex computer system faults when he went to pick up his coffee mug only to suddenly remember it hadn’t been washed and was still in his bag. Will fished it out, rinsed it in the little sink in the room but decided it really wasn’t clean enough to use so he turned his coffee machine off. This was the longest he had been at work ever without a coffee but hey he had no choice.
Will jumped when his desk phone rang. His desk phone never rang. Everyone knew Will preferred communication in writing so they leant not to call. Will reluctantly answered to find it was the reception desk saying there was a delivery for him. Confused and surprised Will listened at the door for any sign of others, as he always did, before walking down the corridor to reception. This was all new and different and Will suddenly felt his anxiety increasing as always.
‘Delivery for a Will Highland?’
‘That’s me’ Will whispered, though he could not look the delivery person in the eyes.
Will took the package back to his office and he was ecstatic to see someone had ordered a large mug of white coffee and a chunky brown bloomer tuna mayonnaise sandwich from a popular bakers!
‘Sarah’ he said to himself. ‘She’s just so amazing!’
Will texted her a thanks followed by a good few exes, beaming from ear to ear as he sipped the most delicious coffee he could recall.
He did a quick google and decided to order something for Sarah too. He dug in his bag for his wallet to type in his card details and turned to look into it more as he felt something unusual. It was the sandwich bag containing Sarah’s knickers in from the night before at the coffee shop. Will had the sexiest flashbacks to seeing Sarah desperate to pee as they arrived at Starbucks and hearing her say she had something for him. He opened the bag, feeling the kickers in his hands, smelling them and kissing them all over again and suddenly he was as erect as a telephone mast and gagging for Sarah all over again! He quickly put the pants away and continued his online purchase, excited and aroused much more than he should have been at work!
‘Thank goodness for a private office! Thank goodness for the internet’ Will said very matter of fact. |
Will’s Tuesday carried on pretty uneventful and having had less than average liquid consumption he found himself driving home not quite as desperate for the bathroom as he normally was. Sure he needed to go, having not been since he left Sarah’s house that morning but he was under control for once and happy to be in his apartment once again. The first thing he did was still pee though, and the relief it brought was still exciting, amazing and incredibly relaxing. After he washed his hands he updated his log on his phone for a Sarah before having a shower before dinner. Tuesday was lasagne so as he got dried and dressed Will put the lasagne for one in his oven. He was missing Sarah more than he thought possible and not keen on texting or emailing as he knew she worked late on Tuesdays. He turned on the TV to catch up with the news, as he always did,and plugged his phone in to charge. Life was back as if meeting Sarah had never happened and Will wasn’t sure if he liked that feeling one bit.
Sarah kept busy with clients of various issues and complexities though her heart jumped every time her eyes saw the beautiful bouquet of flowers Will had had delivered earlier. She had been teased by Emma when they arrived but deep down she knew her receptionist and friend was truly delighted for her. Tuesdays were long and it was getting dark when the last client finally left and Sarah could lock up for the night taking her laptop, flowers and notes all home with her. As she drove the familiar half hour route home Sarah recalled how just a few days ago she had been caught in traffic on this same road on the very edge of wetting herself. She had never dared admit that the very thought of wetting actually aroused her enormously but then she chuckled to herself as she remembered seeing Will with her wet underwear around his willy and how clearly that aroused him. Will was under her skin now, in her mind always and etched on her heart. She was missing him like crazy and longed to kiss him like nothing else right now. Instead she detoured to the supermarket picking up an individual veggie pizza and some milk and bread before heading home alone.
While her pizza warmed Sarah texted Will.
‘Thank you again for the flowers! They are incredible just like you. Sarah xx’
She lingered at her name longing to write ‘love Sarah’ but afraid of being too full on too soon. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and had drank most of it by the time her pizza was ready. She refilled her glass and drank that with her pizza before ending her meal with a mug of tea. It was already after 9:30pm but Sarah had so much she wanted to talk to Will about so she turned on her laptop and typed out an email, hoping Will was still up and that he would receive it before bed.
‘Hi Will,
Sometimes even people that support others, like me, can find things hard to say so I thought I would write things down.
Since the day I first met you i knew there was something about you. You set me alight just watching you in that waiting area. As you know I really needed the bathroom that time and when I realised you did too I want you to know that that turned me on so much. I’ve never told anyone that before but I’ve always been aroused by pee desperation, my own and others (mostly men) and I hope you didn’t notice that day. You turned me on like crazy with the way you squirmed in my office, the way you held yourself and then the ultimate when I got to hear and see you pee. Since we first met you are all that causes me to be turned on, all that brings me to orgasm, all that I think about. Sex with you is the most incredible, most perfect thing I have ever experienced. The times we have peed together, the ‘McDonalds experience’ the euphoria of you pissing in the ladies at my work, the ‘Starbucks surprise’ I gave you, the shared toilet and shower at yours, the reliving your school day at mine last night with the jugs...they have all taken me to places sexually I never knew existed but that I now crave so bad. I guess I just wanted to say you are all I ever dreamed about and more.
It can be hard to say things like this in person and I hope this hasn’t been too much or too full on. I just knew I needed to tell you as I want to continue to help you overcome your general anxiety but most of all your struggles with peeing easily away from your home. I do feel there is so much more we can ‘work on’ together but as you no doubt know already I can not hide my adoration and sexual attraction to you. I think you feel the same but please let me know if not as I will understand.
You are doing amazing by the way and I am proud of you,
With fondness,
Sarah xx’
Will was channel hopping, debating with himself wether to call it a night when his phone beeped with an email. He checked the sender then brought it up and read it six times, each time getting harder and harder and more insanely turned on than ever! His desire was so strong to touch Sarah it was all he could do not to jump in his car wearing nothing but his t-shirt and pyjama trousers and drive to hers right that minute! Instead he stroked his member with one hand and typed on his phone with the other.
‘Hi Sarah,
Oh God you turn me on sweetie! I’m typing one handed and I’ll leave you to guess what the other hand is doing. Please excuse any typos. My mind is on you as is my body!
This is a bit embarrassing to write but the thought of you bursting to pee is the biggest turn on I can ever imagine. I too orgasm to the thought of you incredibly desperate to pee and you saw yourself what your wet pants did for me. Baby you with a full bladder is heaven to me. I am too embarrassed to say this in person but if you ever had an accident in any way I would explode just at the thought. I’m almost exploding now!
I always thought I was weird, a freak, to have this fetish. I thought it was because of that incident in school or something but I always felt so ashamed until I met you. You take me places I never thought possible. You are my key to freedom in every way.
You are beautiful, sexy, perfect. I can’t get enough of you, desperate for the toilet or not.
I only have one question: would you enjoy me having an accident?
Oh fuck honey I need to cum soon! You have me hard as nails here as always! You are the most beautiful sexiest woman to have ever been made!
Your dearest friend, Will x’
Sarah wondered if she had blown things. She made herself a hot chocolate to console and comfort herself. She was so impulsive at times and far too honest for her own good. Why she had thought Will should hear her inmost thoughts she never knew. ‘You stupid woman’ she spoke to herself. And then her laptop beeped with Will’s email.
Sarah’s eyes lit up as she read and reread every single word! Her nipples instantly hard and erect, her pussy lips wet and open, her clitoris hard and swollen. Never before had words on a page brought her so close to climax so suddenly! As she placed one hand inside her knickers and explored herself, imagining it was Will, she typed a very simple message back.
‘I would love you to have a genuine accident after a long and intensive struggle to hold. I am close to orgasm at just the thought!’
Will was stroking himself furiously but managed to control himself just enough to email back.
‘Let’s arrange this soon xxx’
Sarah couldn’t resist
‘Tonight?’ |
Will almost ejaculated at that thought! It took all his self control to hold back as he walked to his fridge for some beer. He wasn’t really feeling much desire to pee right now but then again he was extremely turned on which often masked a very full bladder. A few beers would not do any harm anyway. He hurried back to email Sarah.
‘You’re on!’
Sarah sat alone in her house, dressed in flowery cotton pyjamas and a pair of plain white frilly knickers, playing with herself a lot. Will might not be here but his effect on her body and mind was still evident and growing! Despite being very close to sexual climax Sarah was aware that her two glasses of juice, mug of tea and more recent mug of hot chocolate were filling her bladder fast, though right now her thoughts were preoccupied more with sexual desire. For privacy and comfort she picked up her phone and went to her bedroom so she could access her drawer of toys. She hadn’t used a vibrator since meeting Will but tonight, without him physically here, she longed for the feeling of something strong inside her. It wasn’t the same but it was still very pleasant and satisfying. She slid it in easily whist writing a quick reply to Will.
‘I’m upstairs playing with my toy. I need to pee a little but brought a large glass of water with me. I’m only in my pyjamas though. Is that ok?’
Will was so big and hard and longing. Right now he didn’t care that Sarah was in her nightwear. Oh yes jeans, her smart work suits or skirts would look tremendous soaked in her urine but right now anything she would pee in for him would send him to heaven. He just hoped she would get bursting super quick because he was struggling to hold back firing. At least typing might prevent his release, if only temporarily. He felt it only right that Sarah knew that he too was only in his pyjamas, well they were sort of on him anyway!
‘Of course. I’ve only got my lounge pants (pyjama trousers) on too. Maybe this can be our first practice though I ought to say I haven’t wet since...well you know when. I’m drinking beer and....well thinking of you has me very hard. You have complete control of my bladder tonight beautiful. Do as you wish.’
Sarah almost orgasmed with sheer excitement as she read Will’s email. She only had one slight concern: she knew from experience how much this man could hold and for a very long time! He’d been holding his pee all day for so many years and Sarah had had a very long day at work, 11 hours to be exact, and in just nine hours time she would be back there again. She could not wait too long for Will, physically or sexually. The more she typed and read and the less she played with herself the more she became aware of her growing need to pee.
‘Will please drink a lot! I’m already needing to go pretty bad. I know it’s not a competition but I really want to stay awake for you wetting. You have control of my bladder too. Well for as long as I can stay awake lol.
I’m missing kissing you by the way! So much.’
Will didn’t want to disappoint so he finished his second beer and filled a large glass with cold water. He was sure he would be bursting soon, though every time he read another email or so much as thought about Sarah needing the bathroom his penis doubled in size immediately! That gave him a thought! He decided to email Sarah to see what she thought.
‘I’m really missing your kisses too. And your touch! I have a problem here. I am, emmmmm, struggling to contain myself haha. Would you be ok if I got release sexually first as then I would almost certainly really need to piss and I will piss myself for you willingly? I know it sounds selfish but you have me right on edge thinking of you. The very thought of you squirming has me longing for you like crazy babe. Let me know your thoughts.’
Sarah’s glass of water was empty and her bladder very full. She read Will’s email and laughed to herself. She was bursting and squirming a lot. She used her phone to video herself for almost a minute as she fanned her legs in and out on her bed, repeated how much she had to pee and how bursting she was a few times and then squirmed and bounced about some more. She wasn’t acting either: she really had to go! Whilst fidgeting loads she wrote back:
‘I’m struggling to type. My nipples are hard, my urethra pounding. The hairs on my neck are even standing up. I really need the bathroom. Remember when we first met in my office and I could not sit still...I need to go worse than that! Oh I am bursting honey! I’m desperate for release. My bladder is huge and aching, my forehead is sweating, my hands shaking. My vaginal lips are open, wet and making way for the floodgates to open. My legs won’t stay still. Oh my God I need the toilet so fucking badly! My hand is rubbing myself, I’m rocking. I think I’m going to piss myself any moment. I can feel it right on the edge. Oh my God I can hardly hold this back. My knickers are damp. I can barely type. Oh it’s on the very tip now. Have a watch of me Will.’
Sarah struggled to wait as the phone condensed the video and sent it. She grabbed a towel and stood on it in her bedroom marching on the spot trying valiantly to keep back the huge flood. She wanted the email away so she could film herself wetting and send that too. What was taking the phone so long to send? Oh she was dripping now. Her pants much more than just damp! Finally the shooting noise from her phone went confirming the message had gone. Not a second too soon she thought as she pointed her camera at her crotch, pressed record, stood still and the inevitable took place. First a big spurt, then a longer one, then seconds later a huge loud stream hissed it’s way through Sarah’s cotton while knickers and her flowery pyjama bottoms, down her legs and soaking the towel beneath her. Every last drip, every noise and the ever increasing wetness all captured on film.
Sarah stood still while her feet squelched in the towel as she sent a second email to Will.
‘I tried so hard to wait. It refused to stay in. I was exceedingly bursting and had to wee. It was too late to get to the bathroom on time. I hope you don’t mind.’ She attached the video, this time finding the delay in sending much easier to cope with.
Sarah only hoped Will would like what he read and saw. |
Will sat in his apartment lounge with his pyjama trousers below his bottom, his hard and large penis pointing straight up, one hand stroking and exploring himself and the other typing when needed. His iPad currently resting on the table nearby as he waited for Sarah to reply, his mind visualising her in her pyjamas dying for the loo. He had to stroke more with every squirm he imagined her doing, every moan his mind heard. He’d never wanted to cum so badly without watching a video or being with Sarah before.
Then he read Sarah’s email and his head almost exploded with sexual desire! Her words and description alone had him stroking furiously then opening the video and watching and hearing her sent pre-cum oozing out of him. Will’s body felt on fire, a current of sexual electricity firing through it, his eyes alight, his mouth open, his tongue panting. This was better than any porn video he had ever come across in his life. This was a girl, an amazing beautiful girl, doing this exclusively for him knowing the effect it had on him and wanting to make him happy. Oh how fast his heart was beating right now.
To then hear her write about wetting herself and get to watch the first spurt seep out of her and watch open mouthed in awe as her flowery pyjamas changed colour first at her crotch then slowly down her legs, even seeing droplets of urine glisten at the bottom of Sarah’s ankles was more than Will’s body could cope with as his penis twitched and exploded copious white liquid in time with the noise of Sarah’s feet squelching on his soaked towel. This was it, the ultimate in satisfaction and desire. Nothing satisfied him quite like Sarah. No-one turned him on like she did. He had to somehow tell her. She should know.
‘Oh fuck! Sometimes I just can’t find the right words. You know exactly what to do to get me going and you do it so tremendously well. You, Sarah Henderson, are the sexiest most wonderful woman alive. You just took me to the best mind blowing orgasm ever! I’m still shaking now! I wish you were here. I need you to know you are the best. Xxxxx’
Sarah felt so naughty but so incredibly aroused. She was sure Will was masterbating watching her and reading her words and that thought caused her whole body to long for him more than ever. Knowing she turned him on, understood him, connected with him gave her goose bumps. Her secret desires and fetishes now exposed for the first time and that feeling of not only being accepted and treasured but that the other person found your fetish a huge turn on too was more than anything Sarah could have dreamt. She stood looking at herself, standing in her own bedroom on a soaking wet towel, warm pee still dripping down her legs as gravity continued it’s pull , her wet pyjamas clinging to her making her feel vulnerable but super excited. The wetness, the taboo-ness, the cheekiness of it all making her laugh. She’s never done this for someone else, having kept her deepest sexual secrets locked up in her mind for so many years. She’d only experimented wetting herself deliberately twice before, and only once in her life as an adult had a genuine accident, but this exposing herself to someone else was something else altogether. She felt so excited and alive she grabbed another towel from her cupboard, stepped out of her pyjama trousers and stroked herself through her soaked knickers. She was ready for her next enjoyment now. She hoped Will was ready to give her what she craved.
Will was surprised but delighted when no sooner had he cleaned his seminal fluid up with a tissue than he had a sudden and rather urgent desire to wee! He almost instinctively got up to run to the bathroom when he remembered his promise that Sarah could control his bladder. He’d so wanted to control Sarah’s but hey she had exceeded all he needed and wanted by a long long way so she was more than forgiven for wetting herself before he said she could. In fact he would not have been able to speak due to desire anyway and wow she took him somewhere special. But now his flaccid penis was about to leak something else as another powerful urge hit him. It wasn’t easy to type but he had to try.
‘Hi, not sure if you are still awake. I’m suddenly absolutely desperate for the loo now. Really desperate. Pinching him closed but can’t hold back long.’
The warm wetness of Sarah’s underpants squelched noisily as her hand stroked her open and ready body. The gusset of her pants now filling with stringy mucus as her phone beeped with an email. Sarah read it while stroking faster. Thoughts of a bursting Will floating in her mind sent waves of pleasure through her body as her hips bounced rhythmically on the towel on her bed, her knees bend, her thighs swaying. Will knew how to press her buttons alright! She was more than ready but she didn’t want it over with too soon. She was going to make Will wait until she was ready to orgasm. Only then could he get his release too. She messaged him back.
‘Still awake. Lying on my bed stroking through my soaking wet knickers. Longing for you, longing to climax but would love to hear more about your need. Beg me babe. Your not getting to piss until I orgasm so the balls in your court. It’s up to you how soon I climax and therefore you get to pee. The more you tell me or show me how bad you git to go the better this will be for us both. You better be genuine though! I’ll know if it’s fake!’
Will read Sarah’s email tightly crossed legged gripping his penis tightly. He was bursting. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold back and now the only thing stopping him was Sarah. |
With his legs crossed and one hand grabbing himself hard he made an attempt to tell Sarah how much he had to go.
‘Sarah I’m bursting. Crossed legged holding myself. Very desperate. Got to go.’
Sarah smiled reading that but she wanted more, much more.
‘Will that’s not enough! Tell me more while I think about wether you really need it badly enough to let you go.’
Sometimes Will struggled with words. For the last 19 years he’d only very very rarely had to ask anyone to go to the bathroom. He had been home schooled since he refused to return to school after wetting himself, then did a chunk of his university degree from home, then in any jobs he just either never knew where the bathrooms were or just could not overcome his anxiety enough to use them. Will had learnt to silence his need and never ask permission. It briefly crossed his mind that Sarah was aware of this and that this was maybe some sort of plan to help him but he also knew she found the thought of him desperate a massive sexual turn on, just like he did when she was bursting, so he assumed the agenda right now was sexual desire and for that reason he would swallow hard and try and find more words to ask and explain his need to pee. He simply loved the thought of what this might do for Sarah.
Will was a logical, ordered, and thorough man so he thought of an idea to try and help him. Starting from the tip of his toes he would try and tell Sarah how every part of his body was responding and changing due to his absolutely urgent need now to piss.
‘How about this:
My toes are tightly curled because I am concentrating hard on not peeing myself.
My feet are bouncing on the floor, unable to stay still or I will empty everywhere.
My legs are continually moving, bouncing, squirming and fidgeting as the thing hanging at the top between then threatens to spill its huge contents all over them. They are squeezing that thing tightly and keeping it moving to stop it opening and relaxing.
My balls ache so badly.
My penis is twitching and so full of piss. It aches I need release so bad.
Oh God I need to pee so much!
My hips are swaying, pushing forwards and backwards, bending forwards to try and keep my bladder from bursting.
My bladder is sore and bulging and so very full and hard.
My chest is pounding.
Oh God I’m bursting babe. Please let me pee?
My arms are swinging, supporting my bladder, rubbing it, my hands squeezing my dick for all I’m worth, rubbing myself and gripping the side of my chair tightly to try and hold back the flood.
My shoulders are tense.
My neck is stiff and tense too.
I’m dying for the loo. Can I go yet?
My lips are biting together in worry. My teeth are clenched.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
My eyes feel like they are swimming and have tears in them.
My forehead is sweating.
Sweetheart I’m going to piss myself. Let me go will you?’
Will had really struggled to write and he was now scrunched up holding his penis so tightly he was almost hurting himself. Boy was he desperate! He only hoped Sarah could work that out? He needed her to read and reply quickly. This was an emergency!
Sarah had never read anything so hot in her life! Her whole body was lapping the words in front of her as she read them out to her body as if her vaginal lips, clitoris and nipples had ears. With her soaking knickers still on she inserted her vibrator and turned it on. She was almost ready to get release and in turn let Will get his but she wanted, needed, just one more thing first. Typing while on the edge of orgasm was quite a challenge but Sarah did her best.
‘That’s hot. You do sound like you need a wee a little babe. What room are you in? I’ll let you pee once you answer. Though please do as I ask first. X’
Will was loving this although he really was unsure if he would piss all over his flat before he had permission to go. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Sarah with wet pants on she had just peed in for him and the thought of her on the cusp of an orgasm due to him squirming in desperation. Despite his very urgent need to piss and the fact he had just had sexual relief his penis did respond a little. How could it not really? But oh he ached to pee. Hallelujah for a reply from Sarah at last!
‘Oh I do need to pee Sarah. So badly! So very badly. I’m going to piss the floor any second. I’m begging you to let me go? Pretty please? I’m in the lounge by the way. Just my underwear on and t-shirt.’
‘Hi Will. You’ll get to go soon. Promise. Try and be patient. Can I watch you pee dance? Ideally in your bedroom where we made love just a few nights ago for the first time? Thanks.’
Sarah was getting closer and closer to satisfaction but trying to stay on edge as long as possible. She just hoped Will wasn’t getting upset or angry.
Will’s excruciating need to piss meant he would do anything for Sarah right now. He was putty in her hands yet somewhere in his mind he was also finding this whole situation a massive turn on. He just couldn’t get hard as his urethra was too full of warm wet urine to allow blood to flow into his dick. He grabbed his iPad and hobbled to his bedroom, smiling at the memory of making love to Sarah here just a few nights previously. He balanced his iPad on the unit by his bed and pressed record as he legitimately pee danced frantically for his lover, vocalising his urgent need and moaning deeply. He was so grateful for super speed WiFi to send his minute long dance to Sarah. He wrote as a preface:
‘Starting to leak. Think I have less than a minute left. About to burst!’
Sarah watched the video on her phone, lying on her bed semi naked on a wet towel with warm pee soaked knickers on and her vibrator inside her. The combinations of watching Will and hearing him sent her flying over the edge quickly with desire. Her body shook, her head tipped back, her back arched as she reached orgasm thinking of only Will. It took almost a minute to calm.
Will was in serious danger now. He grabbed a dirty pair of socks from his floor and allowed a sudden leak to go all over them as he held them near the tip of his floundering member. It took all his strength to stop as both socks quickly soaked in the warm yellow urine. What was taking Sarah so long to get back to him? He looked around the room to see if there was anything else he could pee in but he could barely focus now.
Finally his iPad beeped.
‘Oh Will sorry for delay. You made me orgasm and it was heavenly. Do you want to piss now babe? If so I’ll let you know how.’
‘I want to piss so badly. I just squirted over my dirty socks. I’m losing the battle. Please please please let me go.’
‘Please find a pair of jeans for me. Pull off your underwear and pull the jeans on naked. You may then piss standing in them in your room. If possible can I watch?’
Will had so little time to spare. He pulled his boxers down and hobbled to his chest of drawers with pee right at the very head of his penis. He pulled out the first pair of jeans he had and rushed back to where his iPad was, pressing record on his camera again.
Will pulled one leg into the jeans as another longer spurt burst uncontrollably out of him, arching in the air before landing on the other leg of the jeans. He pulled his other leg in the already damp jeans, jumping up as he attempted to pull the trousers over his bare feet. He was lost for words though the camera was catching very clearly what was happening. With the jeans now at his knees Will tried to pull them up as his body finally craved to the insurmountable pressure and his penis became a hose pipe with streams of warm, frothy, light yellow urine soaring out of him at speed filling the legs of the jeans and the gusset quickly with so much piss. Will was utterly enthralled and shocked at the sheer volume his body had been holding as he finally remembered what he had been trying to do as he pulled the jeans fully up with his penis still poured out pee in a loud hiss.
Will stood looking right at the camera winking as he paused in his sodden jeans, which sparkled and glistened from the wetness. Finally he pressed stop on the video and sent it to Sarah with just three words.
‘Just for you’
Sarah was waiting eagerly to hear how Will got on, enjoying the post orgasm feeling of contentment and bliss. Even without Will in person with her he was more than able to satisfy her completely. She could feel their emotional connection deepening by the day. She removed her toy from beneath her legs slowly stroking herself to calm.
That all changed the second her phone opened Will’s video! Like a car firing up and speeding into fifth gear right away Sarah found her body instantly on fire again. She used her fingers to deeply insert into her body as she found herself having a second climax solely from the erotic and incredible way Will had wet his jeans for her. She’d never seen or heard anything like it; the hottest thing that ever existed! She lusted after this man more than anyone in the world. He was the creme de la creme, the icing on the cake, the epitome of sex on a plate. She would sleep the deepest, most satisfying sleep dreaming of Will again, as she had done every night since Thursday.
Will smiled as he picked up the laundry and filled the washing machine. This girl was worth any amount of dirty laundry in the world. His Sarah; his lover; his girl. This was more than lust, this was a whole new level of something, he just wasn’t sure what yet.
He went to sleep with Sarah’s final email in his head. Nothing could surpass the happiness he felt right this minute. To think that five days ago he had no idea this perfect woman even existed!
‘Will Highland you are the sexiest man in the world!’
Thank you. Having the power to turn anyone on just using words is a huge compliment indeed. |
Sarah slept soundly having changed into dry knickers and removed the towel from her bed. She woke to find her wet pants from the night before, a wet towel and her wet pyjama bottoms, plus the towel from her bed, all in a loose pile on her bedroom floor. She smiled as she recalled the events of the night before, before gathering up the pile and placing them in her laundry basket. She then carried on her usual morning routine and headed off to work.
Will woke with a raging hard on having dreamt about Sarah. He really wanted to do something about it but decided to leave that for later and get on with his usual morning work routine remembering to take the wet clothes from his washing machine into his dryer before leavening for work. He found himself whistling while making his lunch and almost skipped out the door to his car.
His work day flew in and before he knew it he was sneaking out to his car as always, driving home with a very full bladder as was usual, still not yet able to find the courage to find or use the bathrooms at work. Will really wanted to see Sarah but he also missed his nightly routine, the watching the news, the familiarity of his pre-scheduled meals and doing a crossword and reading his book before bed. He also didn’t want to overload Sarah, or himself, reminding himself that too much of a good thing wasn’t always good. The problem was the second he so much as thought about Sarah his penis jumped into action. His mind was so busy mulling all this over he actually forgot how desperate he was to pee until he got into his apartment and had to pull his penis out quick before it spat it contents everywhere. There was no pee quite like that ‘just in the door after work’ pee! Ohhhh it was almost orgasmic to get release from holding so much for so long.
Sarah found herself singing away in her car as she drove to work, her eyes glistening and her face smiling all day long. She felt like she was floating on air as every spare moment she found her mind thinking of Will. Oh how she wanted to see him tonight but she was worried it was getting too intensive, too full on for him and she wanted to give him space. The last thing she wanted was to frightened him off. She resisted the temptation to text him all day but the second she got home from work she found herself unable to hold off any longer. This wasn’t so much about sex any more, she actually cared about Will and hoped he had had a good day. She read her text over twice before pressing send, worried she was getting too possessive or needy but not wanting to ignore him either. He hadn’t emailed or texted once since last night and she was wondering if he’d had enough of her now. She had to know.
‘Hi Will. I can’t stop thinking about you and hope you have had a good day. Did you try finding the toilets yet?’
Will jumped to hear his phone, engrossed in trying to think of the missing word in his crossword. His heart almost missed a beat and his penis hardened the second he saw Sarah’s name! He wrote back right away, even remembering the exes.
‘Hey sexy! I can’t stop thinking about you either! Been a good day but still not ventured out my office yet. How was your day? Xxxx’
Sarah was so happy to hear back so quickly. She wanted to ask Will something but it was breaking tradition and she wasn’t sure if Will would be keen anyway. She paused before deciding to go for it anyway.
‘Bet you were bursting to piss when you got home honey? Probably best I don’t think about that or you know what will happen hehe. I was thinking, would you like to go for dinner and maybe the cinema on Friday night? I mean we’ve not even had a first date have we? If it’s too much just say. It’s just an idea.’
Nerves suddenly shot right through Wills entire body, causing him to sweat and shiver. The thought of a change, going out in public, eating something other than fish on Friday? He’d changed so much since meeting Sarah and he’d coped with and achieved more than he thought he could but still he was nervous. This was out of his comfort zone by a long way but his desire to be with a Sarah and please her made him text back.
‘What a great idea! Is there a film you want to see? I have no idea about restaurants sorry but just let me have the postcode and I will prepare in advance. Thanks’
Sarah was so proud of Will. She so wanted to kiss him and show him just how proud she was. She looked at the flowers he’d had delivered to her at work just the day before and she knew he was one of the most caring and courageous men she had ever met. While she waited on her take away arriving for her dinner she googled a traditional pub that she was sure would have fish and chips on the menu, recalling how Will had said last Friday as he opened the door to leave the disabled toilet in McDonalds, after peeing through an erect penis for the first time thanks to her, that he always had fish on a Friday. Sarah smiled to herself as she thought about just how much she knew about Will even though they had only met five days ago. She loved his predictability, his security, his smell. He made her feel so special, so beautiful, so precious. And oh God was he sexy!
‘What about we meet at yours at 6? I’ll get you in the car park and we can go to the Starling for dinner? Actually can I call you?’
Will froze. He hated talking on the phone. It made him feel nauseous but he loved the sound of Sarahs voice, ever since he had first heard her call his name in the waiting room at her work. Shaking and sweating he replied with just one word.
‘Sure.’
Within seconds of it sending his mobile rang causing him to almost jump out of his seat. He fumbled trying to answer it, feeling stupidly awkward trying to talk to the girl he idolised so much.
‘Hi Will, oh I miss you honey. Really miss you. It’s just easier to talk than write it all. Plus I so wanted to hear your voice again. Anyway, I was thinking, if I met you in the car park at your apartment then I can drive us to The Starling. Guess what? They sell fish and chips! It’s a traditional pub menu. Anyway, if I drive then I was thinking you could have a few beers if you fancied? Then, if you want, only if you want to that is, we could go on to the cinema afterwards? I’ll drop you back home of course! Friday. What to you say?’
Will was still processing the first question let alone the others! He took a deep breath and swallowed before clearing his throat.
‘That sounds perfect. As long as I am with you. Sarah, I like you so much.’
‘Will, I really like you too. My dinner will be here any minute and tomorrow I’m working late but I’ll stay in contact and pick you up in the car park outside yours at 6 on Friday. Will, I’m so happy and proud of you. You are...amazing!’
‘Mmmm you are the amazing one. Have a good night. It was so lovely to hear your voice.’
‘You too Will. Sleep well. Bye. See you Friday!’
Will was rock hard and horny as hell. Just hearing Sarah’s voice did something to him and he brought himself off then and there just closing his eyes and recalling all the adventures they had already had.
Roll on Friday! He longed to kiss and hold his girl again. |
Thursday cane and went for Will in a blur. Work was busy and he liked it that way. He spent his evening researching ‘The Starling’ from when the pub was built to every owner since then. Will felt much more comfortable when he had facts and information on his side. Sarah had been right with their menu and Will knew exactly what he would eat and drink already. He wasn’t someone who felt comfortable eating or drinking in public but he was doing this for Sarah, and she was worth every minute of his anxiety. Next he studied the cinema website until he decided which of two films he felt able to see before reading reviews on both. He wasn’t one for doing anything social so hadn’t ever been to the cinema before but he’d watched many a film from the comfort of his own home. He half wondered if Sarah might yet prefer that option tomorrow too, it certainly appealed to him more for several reasons.
Sarah’s Thursday utterly dragged in. Her final client, the one replacing what had originally been Will’s slot, was hard work and thoroughly draining. Sarah was physically and emotionally exhausted by the time she arrived home and all she could face to eat was a sausage sandwich and a cup of tea before a brief check of social media and the news before heading to bed. Some nights her bed just felt such a lonely place to be and she longed, not for the first time, to have someone to hold her and tell her they cared about her. She wanted Will but tonight not for anything sexual more for company and comfort after a long day of hearing the difficult problems of other people.
Will woke on Friday morning bright and early with an excitement he could not remember experiencing before. He hadn’t contacted Sarah yesterday as he knew she was working late but his heart missed her and as he dried himself after his shower he texted her to say how much he was looking forward to seeing her. He had woken hard and horny but he wanted to save himself for tonight so he pushed any sexual thoughts away and got on with his morning. He took extra care trimming his beard, brushing his blond hair and making sure his suit was smart and his shirt sitting perfectly for tonight. He sprayed deodorant and then took some with him just in case. This was all new to him, so new he had in fact even googled ‘what to wear on an date’ last night, chuckling to himself when he read about short skirts and revealing dresses as he realised he hadn’t stated which sex on his search. While he had always fancied being desperate in a dress and wetting one he’d never actually went as far as to buy one or even try one on. The advice for what men should wear was too varied so he went with the top one of suit and tie since he wore those to work anyway. He grabbed his laptop bag and his lunch bag with his coffee cup, milk, sugar, bottles of water and his lunch, locked his door and headed for his day in the office.
Emma was still convinced Sarah had met someone and continued her teasing and hints for information helping Sarah’s morning pass on a brighter note than the day previously. Even Sarah’s mentor, who she spoke with twice weekly, was now picking up vibes that something or someone was affecting Sarah in a very positive way. Sarah had been playing detective too, only her google searches were for no other reason than to find a photo of Will that she could look at often to swoon over. He didn’t appear to have much of a social footprint which Sarah found quite reassuring but she found a few photographs and saved them all. In her brief breaks between clients she touched the photos on her phone dreaming about seeing Will later.
It was in one of those moments when she heard a brief knock on her door and Emma push it open. She had been to the bakers and kindly picked up a take away cup of Sarah’s favourite soup. Something about Emma seemed different so Sarah turned and asked if she was ok as the smartly dressed young girl came towards Sarah to hand over her soup, red faced and somewhat restless.
‘You ok Emma? Anything wrong?’
‘Oh so sorry Sarah. It’s embarrassing but I haven’t stopped all morning and the bakers had a long queue and...’
Emma did a cute curtesy before finishing.
‘I’m just really in need of a bathroom break. I didn’t want to take your soup in there so came right to you first.’
She crossed her legs and smiled at Sarah.
Sarah had never seem Emma like this before and she was captivated.
‘Oh of course! Off you go. I have an urgent email to reply to so if you could please cover the desk over lunch I’ll pay you an extra hour next week. Thanks Sarah. You really are brilliant at what you do and I couldn’t do without you.’
That was all the praise Emma needed. She would do anything for Sarah, not just because she paid her, but because she respected her too. She hobbled out to go next door to the ladies right away. Unfortunately, however, the phone rang and instinctively Emma ran instead to reception and answered it.
Sarah could see from the light on her phone that Emma has taken the call. Picturing her young, keen receptionist bursting at reception made Sarah smile and immediately think of Will. She wondered when he had last been for a wee, curious if he’d found the work toilets since she last spoke to him. She sent him a text.
‘Just thinking of you loads. So looking forward to tonight. By the way have you found where the toilets are at work yet? Don’t want you having another accident ?. Xxxx’
The light on her work phone was still alight meaning poor Emma was clearly caught up in a phone call still. There was something about knowing her lovely receptionist was really needing to pee that turned Sarah on. It also brought back so many memories of times with Will. Sarah beamed when Will replied.
‘Thinking of you too beautiful! Was also just thinking of the loo situation as started feeling need to go about an hour ago. Too much water today. If I get the time (and courage) I might try finding them this afternoon, otherwise I’ll be struggling by 6! Know I care about you my princess. See you in five hours. Xxx’
Finally the light went out on the office phone, indicating the line was free but seconds later Sarah’s door knocked and Emma appeared, very fidgety and flustered.
‘That was the agents, Sarah, about the building. Apparently they need to do some urgent maintenance the week after next so asking if we could close week beginning 6th March to let them get it all done. I said I’d need to speak to you.’
Emma paused to cross her legs very tightly.
‘Sorry still not been to loo. Can I tell you more in a minute. I really really need the bathroom!’
Sarah was so concerned about the implications for her business and clients she delayed Emma with her questions, albeit unintentionally.
‘So are they going to compensate us for our inconvenience? This isn’t good for business. Are we getting a week rent free? Did you ask?’
Emma was restless and agitated and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Still her loyalty to her employer meant she felt she could not be ignorant.
‘Yes. Week free rent and £250 compensation for breach of lease. Apparently it’s urgent fire safety or something they need to comply with some new laws.’
Emma bent over with her legs crossed.
‘Emma, sweetheart, could you inform the clients and reschedule them all ASAP. That’s just a fortnight away and it’ll mess up the momentum of therapy for so many. Sorry are you ok?’
Emma was almost in tears.
‘I’m just so desperate for the toilet. I’ll phone right after I pee. I’m so so sorry. I need to go now.’
Sarah watched as poor Emma looked as if she would flood her short skirt and tights then and there. The guilt that she had delayed her washed over her as well as embarrassment at the fact she was also aroused by her receptionists predicament. This wasn’t professional or right and Sarah decided she’d apologise to poor Emma before the day ended. For now she had soup to eat, emails to reply to and business to attend to. She crossed her legs at the ankles as she realised she should probably nip to the ladies soon herself too. |
Will was so thrilled to have heard from Sarah though her comment about the work toilets only served to remind him of his own desire to go. Things were going smoothly at work, almost too smoothly, and Will was catching up on all the latest research in his field online while he monitored his latest computer program running its first live test. So far all was going fantastic and the sense of pride Will felt was tangible. He was a lone worker with high responsibility but with that came a good wage packet allowing him to lease a new car every three years and have a mortgage of his own. Independent meant so much to Will as he struggled to trust others. Sarah was the first woman to enter his life and that came with an uncertainty and anxiety to Will. Could he trust her? He wanted to so badly.
He made himself a coffee and ate his sandwich and apple he had brought in for lunch. Although it was chilly outside his office was stuffy and Will really wanted to stretch his legs for a bit. He would really benefit from emptying his bladder too but what if someone spoke to him, or even worse were in the gents when he went? That idea sent shivers through him so he went back to reading his research and sipped at his coffee to finish his lunch. Maybe if things stayed quiet he would try finding those toilets later.
Sarah saw her next client after lunch, a regular who was making great progress. It was just the tonic Sarah needed as they laughed together. The only thing making her feel uncomfortable was that laughing while needing to pee wasn’t ideal. Sarah sat through most of the session with her legs crossed and as Mrs Crosssbow left Sarah rushed next door to the ladies, finding herself reminiscing about the time, only 8 days ago when she had ran into the same ladies with Will and how he hadn’t been able to pee. Will came with lots of issues, that she was in no doubt of, but she was hardly issue free herself, and besides he was incredible in bed which lit her up like nothing else. She couldn’t wait to see him.
She returned to her office and filled her jug up with fresh water for the next client before drinking almost a glass herself, dry from all the earlier laughing and the salt from her soup. She checked to see if her client was in and when she was she called her in and focussed fully on supporting her.
Will found himself bouncing his leg as his bladder continued to fill steadily. It was now almost 3pm and he still hadn’t even found the courage to find the bathrooms let alone use them. Then again he’d been there over three years and hadn’t used them once so today was just normal. He was used to working nursing a full bladder and he drove home every night absolutely desperate to pee. But tonight he had a date and he didn’t want to spoil it by being bursting for the toilet! He was just about to pick up the courage to at least walk to the basement and look for the bathrooms when his computer flagged an issue. His live run on his latest computer programme was showing a fault so he opened a bottle of water to help him focus and settled down to find the problem.
An hour and forty five minutes later and Will had found the problem and solved it, for just now anyway. The issue now was his squirming which was distracting him so badly. One second he had his legs crossed only immediately to uncross and fan them in and out. He found himself holding himself under his desk too as his bladder sent powerful signals to release. He decided his date would be ruined if he pissed himself before it even started so he stood up and headed to the door to sneak out and see if he could find both the basement and the gents. Oh he really needed to piss bad. He still had 45 minutes before leaving the office too. He stood at the door listening as he subtly pee danced and satisfied himself that the coast was clear. He slipped out the room, down the empty corridor and through the doors that lead to the staircase, the only time Will had used them previously was during his interview and initial tour. He hadn’t even recalled being shown the loos that day but he had been processing a huge amount of information so maybe he had.
As Sarah typed her notes from her penultimate client that day she sipped at a fresh mug of tea drinking it dry before calling her client in. This client was a massive character, having been referred via her majesty’s prison service and his choice language and streetwise body image could have made Sarah uncomfortable but she remained calm and the client was engaging so all was well. By the time she typed up his notes while sipping water, which she finished while with her last client, she was looking forward to her weekend off. She was ready for the break.
Will ran down two flights of stairs like he was a gymnast. While he didn’t leave his apartment after work he did have a treadmill and rowing machine at home and he exercised regularly. Besides he really wanted to pee! He came out on the ground floor as the lights turned on suddenly due to an automatic sensor. It was quiet and eerie but Will was more anxious about seeing anyone than the general atmosphere. He walked down the corridor looking for any signs of bathrooms when suddenly he heard two voices come from the stairwell. He was adjacent to a door marked kitchen so he pushed it open and hid inside while he waited for the voices to go. Hiding behind a door Will grabbed himself tight as another wave of desperation hit him. He so wanted to ask the male voices if they knew where the bathroom was but anxiety prevented him doing so. With his ear to the door he overheard the conversation as they walked along the corridor.
‘God I thought that meeting would never end! I seriously can’t wait to piss man!’
‘Yeah me too. I was holding myself under the desk I was so bursting. It’s crap we have to come all this way just to piss. Oh my God I so wanna pee!’
Will knew exactly how they felt. At least he knew the toilets were in this direction somewhere. He just needed to hold on until they had gone and walked back and then he could try finding the, himself. He just hoped they would be super quick because right now he longed to piss so bad he couldn’t stand still! |
Wether it was nerves at the thought of meeting Will or the mug of tea and glasses of water she had drunk in the last few hours since her last bathroom visit, but as Sarah locked up, set the alarm and said goodnight to Emma, making sure to apologise to her for delaying her at lunch earlier, she realised she needed the toilet. Not too badly but enough that she thought she would go pretty soon when she got to the pub with Will because she wanted to enjoy their date and not been too uncomfortable.
She sent Will a text to say she was just leaving work, though she fully expected he may be driving now and unable to reply.
Will had his hand inside his trousers in the dimly lit kitchen squeezing himself like crazy to try and hold his pee in. Finally he heard the two male voices return and as their voices quietened he ventured out into the corridor again hobbling down the corridor looking for the gents. He finally found it and rushed in, adrenalin pumping throughout his body as he grabbed his phone and scanned through his photos for the picture of his toilet at home as he closed the cubicle behind himself. Will stood there, his arm shaking with anxiety as he held his phone in one hand and his penis in the other. He tried to picture himself at home so badly but his heart was beating so quickly and his back sweating that he struggled to even relax. He tried counting slowly, as Sarah had previously encouraged him to do as he took deep breaths to try and relax. A drip eventually fell into the toilet, though Will’s entire body was cursing with the desire to piss so badly and his bladder hurt. Slowly another spurt came but nothing long enough to make a real difference to his need. He’d been standing for several minutes when eventually a small trickle dribbled steadily but slowly only to come to a sudden abrupt halt as someone entered the gents and peed loudly in the urinal. Will was so frustrated at his inability to pee when anyone could hear. He was utterly fed up of his anxiety controlling his bodily needs and though he knew nothing more would come he stood holding his flaccid penis over the toilet until the other person had finished, left and had time to walk well away. Will was shaking with fear, and despite still needing to peel he’ll of a lot he decided he would head back to his office as quick as he could.
By the time he had made it back, slowed his breathing and had sipped some water to calm his nerves it was time to pack up for the weekend. Will read one final email from his line manager saying he hadn’t taken enough annual leave and to please take another five days before the end of the month before closing his computer, packing his mug, cleaning and turning off his computer and rushing out to his car. He hadn’t long set off when he heard his phone beep with a text. He so wanted to read it, every bit as much as he longed to urinate, but both would need to wait a bit longer.
Sarah found the drive to Will’s straightforward. The traffic was steady despite being rush hour on a Friday and the lights were mostly in her favour. Her bladder was sending vibes but she was in control and getting more and more excited about seeing Will. She couldn’t stop smiling.
Despite having let out a very small amount Will was every bit as desperate to pee as he was every other night on the drive home. Even the familiar voice of his sat nav could not calm him as he found himself getting more and more stressed at his inability to just be able to piss like everyone else. He felt stupid, angry, frustrated and incredibly uncomfortable as he rubbed himself at every chance he could. Somehow having had some release was actually worse than none at all. He found his eyes full of tears at his own predicament and despite really liking Sarah he was nervous at her seeing him like this, again. He wanted her to see him as strong, capable and sexy, not vulnerable, embarrassing and silly. This wasn’t how he wanted his first date to go.
Sarah pulled into the car park at Will’s apartment block facing the number 14 space. She’d got there before Will so she used her interior mirror to fix her hair and touch up her make up. She wasn’t someone to use many cosmetics but she wanted Will to see her at her best. Her urethra pushed against her underwear to remind her she should pee soon but The Starling was only seven minutes away and she would go there. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Will’s car pull into the car park and park in front of her. As his lights and engine turned off and Will stood by his car to press the fob and lock it she could not help but get a shiver of passion throughout her body. Will was so handsome, so perfect, she longed to be with him. As he climbed into her passenger seat she ran her fingers over his moist red cheeks before embracing him in a deep passionate kiss.
Will squeezed his penis so tightly before getting out his car. His body knew this was him home and it responded by sending a sudden spurt of warm urine down the length of his dick. But seeing Sarah smiling in her car, so beautiful and adorable made him want her so much. He still couldn’t understand how such a sexy, stunning girl could like him but he wasn’t going to go without a fight. His bladder and penis screamed for his attention but nothing could pull him away from Sarah’s beauty. He strode towards her car quickly, his tears still on his cheek from the car journey. Suddenly Sarah touched his face, wiped his tears, and kissed him and nothing else in that moment mattered. Will ran his hands through Sarahs auburn hair as another tear fell down his face.
Sarah had so much compassion for Will, so much care and even love for him, though the latter was something she didn’t dare admit to herself quite yet. She sensed something wasn’t right with Will as she saw another tear fall from his glistening eyes. She held his hand in hers whilst gently pulling her mouth from his and held him gently and lovingly as she saw fear and embarrassment take hold of him.
Will sensed something truly awful was about to happen. His body was useless and he was unable to control himself. He’d never felt so ashamed of himself, so humiliated, since he was ten at school. He fully expected Sarah to disown him and rightly so.
While he had embraced and kissed Sarah he had slowly leaked urine into his work trousers, more than a little, though his bladder was still extremely full. The inside leg of his trousers had changed colour and as Sarah pulled away but held his hand tightly Will sat crying, his head down as a strong hissing sound broke the silence between them. Will sat there as his body failed him, his inability to control himself reinforcing his inner voice that told him he was a failure.
Sarah’s own face filled with tears now too. She felt so much for Will though seeing him in soaked clothing did turn her on. Above all else though she knew Will needed to know she still liked him, wanted him and respected him. She tried to tell him exactly that but found her actions said it much clearer as she pulled Will close and kissed him so deep she thought they would swallow each other. Meanwhile her hands stroked his wet legs as she felt for his penis to let it be known she still lusted after Will, even more so than ever.
Finally Sarah felt she could find the right words.
‘Sweetheart it’s ok. You go get showered and clean and then we can get some dinner. You know you are the sexiest, most handsome, most incredible man to ever exist. You know how much I adore watching you piss and you held all that in for hours and hours just to let me watch. That, Will Highland, makes me want to fuck you so bad.’
She wasn’t sure Will had deliberately held on all day for her but she wanted to boost his ego and it had made her ridiculously horny for Will, so intentional or not it had the same effect. As hungry as her stomach was for food it wasn’t a patch on how hungry her body was for Will’s right now. |
Will couldn’t look Sarah in the eye so he focussed on the bridge of her nose as he tried to get the words to come out of his mouth. Sarah clearly wasn’t put off by his childish inability to control his bladder but that didn’t stop him from feeling vulnerable in her presence. He shook with nerves as his heart beat faster and his lungs struggled for air.
‘Do you...do...do you...want to come inside and....wait for me?’
Will was concerned that he may not make it back out again once in his apartment as his mind would fight the change again. He found moving from one place to another so hard at times, even though he really wanted this date with Sarah.
‘Will, I would love to.’
Sarah couldn’t resist kissing Will on the cheek.
‘I’ll....I’ll clean your car as soon as I’m clean. I’m really sorry.’
Sarah stroked the top of Will’s wet leg as she whispered sexually into his ear.
‘Will I’m not worried or upset. On the contrary. I think you are amazing and it’s best I don’t say what I really want to do right now or we won’t ever get dinner tonight. You turn me on so much Will Highland. Now let’s get you comfortable and dry and let me worry about my car ok?’
Will was so hard hearing that but he was also very aware he was smelling and damp so he opened Sarah’s car door as she opened hers and he walked briskly to the main door to his flat. He used his fob to open the security door holding it open for Sarah.
Sarah waited as Will lead the way to his flat again, unlocking it and ushering Sarah in. Before he could even make his way to the bathroom Sarah had unclipped Will’s trousers and pulled them down letting her hands run gently over his soaked boxers sending shivers right through Will’s body. There was something about that woman’s touch that took Will to heaven and even in his embarrassment and shame she turned him on incredibly. Sarah ran her fingers up Wills damp legs and preceded to pull down his boxers again making sure her fingers ran the length of his erect penis. Will moaned with desire as a Sarah kissed his penis before holding his hands to guide him to step over his wet clothes. Will longed to drag her to bed, fuck her deeply and explore every part of her but Sarah instead let go of his hands and ran down the hall towards the open plan lounge and kitchen, calling back to Will.
‘You grab a quick shower while I clean the car. See you back in the car in ten minutes!’
Sarah was still so unfamiliar with Will’s kitchen but she hazard a guess that what she needed was in the cupboard under the sink. Will’s need for order made finding cloths, washing up liquid, a bowl and some clothes stain removal spray easy and, aware she didn’t want to take water away from Will’s shower, she filled the bowl with a mixture of washing up liquid and warm water and picked up some clothes and tea towels, and headed back downstairs. Running the tap send a sudden feeling through Sarah’s body as she remembered she still hadn’t been to the bathroom. It could wait a bit longer as she needed to clean the car before it had chance to stain.
Outside in the cold Sarah could once again feel her bladder signal it needed relief. However she reasoned Will would not be much longer so she started dabbing the seat with a towel to soak up any wetness before scrubbing with the cleaning solution and cloth. She diligently dried her seat once again with the tea towel before spraying some stain removal and scrubbing with a second clean cloth. Will hadn’t made nearly as much mess as she’d expected despite peeing for quite a long time. Even cleaning her car and thinking back was arousing Sarah as she imagined Will naked in the shower. She left the towels over the seat and poured out the excess water from the bowl at the side of her car and rung the clothes out. She sat the bowl, clothes and spray on the floor of the front passenger seat and walked round to the driver’s seat to wait for Will. There was no room to cross her legs due to the steering wheel so she placed one hand between her legs as she pushed against herself both to hold her bladder at bay but also aware of how much her body was preparing for sex.
To help dry the car and warm her up she turned on the engine and put the car’s heating on. She was hungry, horny and quite in need of a toilet but without a key fob she couldn’t even get back inside to use Will’s bathroom. She had no choice but to wait.
Sarah’s eyes lit up when Will appeared soon after. With her headlights on she could see him in light tan smart trousers with a brown shirt and matching tan waistcoat. He looked outstanding and so handsome her eyes sparkled at the thought she was going on a date with him. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs as Will opened the passenger door smiling at the towels and feeling to check they were dry before sitting on them.
Will showered quickly and found the smartest shirt and trousers he could before rushing back down to Sarah before his mind had a chance to catch up with his actions. He was hungry, both for food and for Sarah and seeing her sitting in her car she looked so radiant and sexy. Will felt like he had just won the lottery.
He opened the passenger door and smiled feeling his own tea towels to check they were dry enough to sit on. He kissed Sarah on the cheek but try as he might he just couldn’t find the right words.
‘I don’t know about you Will but I’m starving. Fancy dinner?’
Will laughed as Sarah pulled out the car park and headed to The Starling.
Finally Will relaxed enough to say something.
‘Sarah, you are so beautiful.’
Sarah didn’t reply. She wanted those words to stay between them as long as possible. She couldn’t remember ever hearing them before and she wanted to treasure that feeling as long as possible. She also needed to concentrate on the road as thoughts of both her very full bladder and sexual thoughts for Will fought for her attention.
In no time at all she was parking in the car park as she turned the engine off and leaned over to the back seat to pick up her handbag. It had been years since she had last been here so she hoped the toilets were clearly signed. As soon as they had a table she would head to them right away. |
Will had been reading up on ‘how to impress a woman on your first date’ as he got out the car and walked round to open Sarah’s door and take her hand, gently kissing the back of her hand as he held it.
‘Sarah, you are so beautiful’, he said again as he waited while she closed her door and locked her car. For all Will was nervous he was equally excited to finally be on a date. He wasn’t going to let Sarah’s hand go. If he let her go she may just leave and besides the practical fact he had come in her car he never ever wanted Sarah to leave.
Will looked around for the entrance, leading Sarah by the hand along a romantic path between trees and bushes, lit from both sides by old fashioned street lamps. He knew what he planned to order and hoped Sarah did too. He really wanted some dinner and then some time alone with Sarah, if she wanted, because right now he never ever wanted to be apart from her. Her longed to hear how her day had been, her week even, as although he’d seen her a fair amount sex had taken up so much of their time that they hadn’t talked anything like as much as Will wanted. Now with a meal between them they had so much time to talk. Will never tired of hearing Sarah’s voice. He was tempted to record it on his phone just so he could hear it and play over it often. He wasn’t entirely sure how Sarah would take that idea so he decided to keep that to himself.
Sarah was utterly taken to see and watch Will at work. The man who just 8 days ago had to point to yes and no on a whiteboard to communicate with her was now guiding her by the hand into an unfamiliar building to have dinner with her! She could burst with pride over Will, and she longed to never let go of his hand, but she equally could burst from a massive need to wee! It wasn’t what she wanted right now as she knew it would upset and unsettle Will so much. For his sake she clenched her muscles and moved from foot to foot as the waiter showed them to an available table by the window.
‘Welcome to The Starling. Can I get you something to drink while you peruse our menu for this evening?’
Will looked at Sarah, who had sat down quickly and crossed her legs. She looked awkward, but then Will reasoned that everyone must feel awkward on a first date because he certainly was too. Buoyed on by his now empty bladder and ability to drink alcohol since Sarah was driving, Will pointed to the pint of beer on the drinks menu while Sarah ordered some lemonade.
‘Thank you. Tonight’s soup of the day is minestrone and our roast of the day is lamb. A member of staff will come back for your order soon.’
Will took Sarah’s hand onto the table and placed his gently on top stroking his fingers over Sarah’s longing to stroke her so many more places but content to just be feeling her hand for now. Just stroking her hand was having an effect on him let alone anything more.
Sarah looked around for any signs of a bathroom but now sat over by the window she wasn’t able to see any. She crossed her legs as tight as she could and tried to focus on the menu enjoying the fact Will was touching her hand so sexily and gently. He was such a wonderful man and she could not believe she had only known him for 8 days. Not for the first time she wondered how someone could become so special to another person so quickly. She really needed the toilet though and decided when the waiter or waitress came to bring their drinks she would have to ask where the ladies was. It was getting more serious by the minute.
She tried to distract herself by talking to Will.
‘They have some lovely food here. I think I’ll go for the chicken tikka. I bet you’ve already planned yours?’
‘Yes I have. I like fish on Fridays so I decided on the scampi and chips. It looks delicious. So how has your day been my lovely?’
Sarah wriggled on her chair to try and get comfortable, an almost impossible task with such a full bladder.
‘It was ok thanks. It started with a call to my mentor. I think I mentioned to you before how I have to have someone looking out for me, protecting me and the likes. We get on really well so I always enjoy our calls. She hinted that she thought something was different about me the last week or so. Actually my receptionist, Emma, she’s convinced I’ve met someone too.’
Sarah looked right at Will and smiled.
‘It seems you have quite an affect on me.’
Will responded by raising Sarah’s hand and gently kissing it. Others might have noticed the effect he had on Sarah but right now the effect she was having on him could be seen throughout the restaurant. He was so hard, more so as he began to suspect Sarah was keen to find the bathrooms as she sat tightly crossed legged, looking around anxiously and she kept wriggling in her seat. Even the thought made Will so horny he thought he might burst in his trousers.
As the waiter arrived with their drinks Will spoke before Sarah even had a chance, something that caught them both by surprise.
‘Hi, can we have one chicken tikka with rice and one scampi and chips with mushy peas please? Thanks’
Before Sarah could get a word in the drinks had been placed on the table and the waiter left with their order. As chuffed as she was with Will finding his voice to order she could not help but feel frustrated at losing her chance to ask where the ladies was. She uncrossed her legs and shuffled to the edge of the seat but Will saw this as he asking for a kiss and he responded accordingly.
Sarah could feel her urethra pounding and she knew she would struggle to wait much longer. Will suddenly let go of her hand, just briefly to raise his glass for a ‘cheers’. The absolute last thing Sarah needed right now was more fluids in her but she didn’t want to admit this so she squirmed and raised her glass to ‘new friends’ and had a sip of her lemonade. She couldn’t help but swing her legs under the table hoping Will didn’t think she was crazy.
Will was more sure than ever that Sarah was bursting for the loo and whilst he didn’t want to see her have an accident he was relishing every moment of her movements.
He wondered how much longer she would squirm for before admitting her need. |
Sarah really wanted to excuse herself but she knew Will would struggle to sit alone and that he needed time to relax. She decided to try hinting about her need to prepare him so that he wouldn’t have a panic attack at her nipping to the loos. She only hoped he was perceptive and that their meals would arrive soon so she could ask where the facilities were. She’d been needing to go since leaving work almost an hour and a half ago. She wriggled about as discreetly as she could as she turned the conversation back to Will.
‘So tell me about your day Will. I assume by earlier than you didn’t explore the basement? You had any more thoughts about that yet? I actually don’t know how you last all day. I find myself uncomfortable by lunchtime and very full again by dinner around now.’
The more Will watched and listened to Sarah the more he knew his detective work was spot on. Sarah had all but admitted her need though not outright. Seeing her squirm and all this talk of full bladders and toilets was a huge turn on for him and he was sure Sarah knew that. She was quite a tease and he loved it. He cast his mind back to how far he had come in the 8 days since meeting Sarah as he told Sarah about his day.
‘Work wasn’t overly exciting really. Until late this afternoon it was just the same as any other day really. Though I have to say I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing you tonight.’
Sarah crossed her legs and bounced her knee as she spurred Will on to say more.
‘So what happened this afternoon? You didn’t actually...leave your room?’
‘Oh Sarah I did! I actually left my office for the first time ever since starting there! I mean I was sweating so badly, my heart was pounding so fast I thought I would collapse and I was so nervous I felt dizzy, but I did it! Can you believe it?’
Sarah changed position again, now perching herself on the edge of her seat as Will send shivers through her as he seemed to deliberately tease her by continually picking up his beer and drinking it. She wondered if he realised she was bursting for the toilet? She was finding it increasing difficult to hide now as her entire body pounded at her body for release.
‘This beer is delicious Sarah. How’s your lemonade? So yes I left the office all because of you...well because I really really needed something that I couldn’t do in my office but you gave me the courage to leave.’
Sarah swung her legs under her seat as another wave hit her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would last now. Will continued to make such a fuss of his drink too. He had to know. He wasn’t always clued up in everything social but this was something she knew interested him and she wasn’t exactly being discreet.
‘But...well thinking back to..emmm...earlier...I’m guessing something went wrong? Was it the usual? Did your phone picture not help?’
‘Oh there’s loads to tell you before I get it that bit. You’re not in a hurry are you? You are going to love all this. Wait to you hear how much I achieved. I mean to think just a week and a day ago I hadn’t...well you know...in public ever. Since then there’s been your work, McDonald’s, Starbucks, even your house! Oh and let’s not forget your car...though that wasn’t meant to happen. So yeah I left the office shaking, nervous but I knew I had to get to that place quickly. You know how it is when you have little time to spare and everything in you wants something so badly. I’m sure you’ve been there? Well I was there earlier and having ignored it too long I decided it was time to act or I might regret it later. So I left my office, making sure no-one saw me or I would have been very embarrassed. I found the stairs and went down two floors. I actually had no clue where the place was I so urgently needed. Imagine really knowing you need to be somewhere, longing with everything in you to be alone, have privacy and be able to relax but not having any idea how to get there. Can you picture my...discomfort?
Will winked at Sarah as he could see the effect he was having on her. She was so fidgety, bouncy, flustered looking. Her cheeks were red, her legs continually in motion, her hands awkwardly resting on the top of her legs. He decided to keep talking and see if she would eventually say something.
Sarah had this incredible dilemma. Hearing Will freely talking about his need to pee earlier in the day was sending huge waves of desire right through her body. He was pressing her buttons fast and furiously to the point she absolutely longed to strip him naked and fuck him right there and then, but her body was also right on the edge of utter longing to pee and if she held off much longer she would lose control in public. Sarah’s breasts were so tingly, her nipples so erect and longing that, without realising she was doing it, she ran one hand over them right in front of Will’s eyes as he once again tantalisingly lifted his pint of beer to his lips and poured a huge gulp down his throat. Sarah’s hand instantly moved from her sensitive breasts to her pounding pussy as she pushed her hand between her legs under the table, leaning right on the edge of her seat bouncing her knees frantically. She was just about to stand up and go looking for the ladies when Will continued.
‘So I found the basement. It was eerie, quiet and deserted. There were no signs at all so I wandered down a corridor longing to find where I needed to be. I thought I might be cutting it fine, you know, like misjudging how much I could hold. I walked along but could not see what I needed. Suddenly I heard voices and panicked so I pushed open the door I was nearest to, which was a kitchen, and hid behind the door, battling internally like nothing else. At least I had privacy. There’s nothing worse than feeling vulnerable in public when you have something on your mind you really really want but you can’t allow others to know because...well it’s just embarrassing isn’t it?’
Sarah was worried. Should she risk staying where she was and burst or stay where she was because Will was causing her vagina to pound with excitement and pour mucus into her knickers like Niagara Falls. She knew if Will so much as kissed her right now she would explode both sexually and physically simultaneously. She was hot, flustered and moaning quietly.
‘ You ok Sarah? You look like you need a drink. Here, try some of your lemonade.’
Sarah took her glass and took a sip, relishing the cold refreshing taste.
She calmed enough to face reality. It was time she let Will know she was about to piss herself and excuse herself to find the bathrooms.
‘It is embarrassing Will. It really is. I know because...’
Sarah didn’t get to finish her sentence as just then a waitress arrived with their meals. Sarah slid her hand between her skirt under the table, wriggling about feeling herself leak slightly as the floodgates barely stayed closed.
‘Can I get you both anything? Sauce, vinegar, more drinks?’
Sarah tried to find her voice, her face red and sweaty.
‘I wonder if you could tell me where the...’
Will smiled at Sarah and finished her sentence...
‘The car park is for the cinema? I saw a notice saying we can only park here for two hours and we are off to the cinema next door later. Thanks.’
Sarah almost cried as she kicked Will under the table. She was a professional, well respected career woman. She couldn’t piss herself in a public place.
Will was taking a huge risk and he knew it. He was just glad the table protected the huge erection he had had since arriving. If things carried on the way they were Sarah would not be the only one having a public accident in their pants. |
‘Yes. You are right. You can only park here for a maximum of two hours. We had to establish that rule because we were losing patrons due to having a full car park when so many were using our spaces for the cinema. When you arrived a number plate recognition camera will have logged your number plate and we issue fines to anyone who outstays the two hours. If you wish to visit the cinema you need to exits our car par then turn left and left again to the cinemas own car park.
I hope you enjoy your meals.’ The waitress turned to walk away.
Sarah hadn’t expected such a long spiel from the waitress who was clearly just answering Will’s question. She could hardly interrupt her midway through but every word was causing her heart to beat faster, her vagina to throb quicker, her legs to squirm more. She couldn’t bear it any longer as she stood up and followed the waitress trying to get her attention whist holding her bladder at bay.
Will watched it all while casually starting his meal, turning his legs to hide his huge erection. He really wanted Sarah to make it, to not be embarrassed in public but he was struggling with how intensely Sarah’s predicament was turning him on. He wanted to help Sarah so badly but as he has no idea where the toilets were either he had no idea what to do.
‘Excuse me’
Sarah tried to catch the waitresses attention but distracted by a nearby table waving her over the waitress hadn’t heard her. Sarah followed behind her moving around continually trying not to pee dance but failing miserably. She was leaking and had to find a loo urgently. Her meal was getting cold but her bladder could not wait any longer.
She followed the waitress to the table that had called her over hoping to catch her attention before she spoke to them.
‘Excuse me.’
Still the waitress didn’t appear to hear. Sarah looked around frantically for any signs of bathrooms, all the while Will watching her struggle but helpless to do anything.
Sarah stepped back as the waitress approached the table.
‘Could we have our bill please?’
‘Yes, of course. How was your meal? Was everything to your satisfaction ok?’
Sarah could see the male from the couple looking at her as she bent forward and pushed a hand between her legs. Sarah was almost in tears, deep red in embarrassment and frustrated at her lack of dignity. She had to stop herself leaking though and she was aware that any second pee would flood out from between her legs.
‘Excuse me please.’
Sarah tried again.
Sarah looked at the gent who was now smiling at her giving full eye contact. Sarah was so relieved when he finally helped her.
‘Everything was great thanks. Sorry I think the lady behind you really needs to ask you something urgently before you get our bill.’
The waitress turned, surprised and startled to see Sarah.
‘Oh sorry, I never saw you there. Can I help you?’
‘Oh please. You couldn’t tell me where the ladies is please? Thanks.’
‘Yes of course! Just walk past the entrance you came in, carry on through the bar area and they are in the back corner.’
Sarah could just mutter a quick ‘thanks’ before rushing away to find them, briefly overhearing the lady of the couple comment, ‘I hope she makes it. She looked very desperate.’
Sarah would have happily peed outside in the pouring rain she was that desperate to go. Her bladder hurt from holding so long but once on the toilet and releasing steadily she found the courage to check how wet her knickers were. They were wet but wearable so Sarah pulled them up once she had finished and washed her hands quickly to get back to Will.
Sarah smiled to herself as she passed the table the couple had been at, relieved to see they had now left. How embarrassing to be pee dancing in front of strangers in a restaurant because you could not wait to pee. Sarah was still hot and embarrassed but delighted to see Will was eating his meal as he winked at her as she returned to her seat.
‘Must have been a huge emergency honey to let your meal get cold like that? You ok?’
Sarah found her eyes welling up as she felt so embarrassed by her own actions. She spoke quietly, learning into Will to prevent anyone overhearing.
‘I was dripping piss into my pants Will. I’d been holding for hours. I was bursting in the car park at yours, held while cleaning the seat and driving here and I was absolutely desperate while you were talking. I couldn’t wait any longer.’
Will stopped eating and kissed Sarah lightly on the lips.
‘I know lovely. Now enjoy your meal. You have made me very happy already. I sure won’t forget this date.’
Will was still hard. His mind racing with images of Sarah peeing after holding so long. He finished his beer and enjoyed looking at Sarah lovingly as she ate her meal and drank her lemonade. He was in no hurry to leave right now as he would be unable to hide his erection standing up. He tried to think of boring thoughts but looking at a beautiful sexy woman who moments ago was squirming publicly as he watched was preventing his body from thinking anything but sexual thoughts.
This woman ticked all his boxes and so much more besides. He wanted to talk more but decided for now just to enjoy the moment of watching Sarah eat, wishing it wasn’t just food going in her moist lips but something else.
If only his mind could stop being so erotic for once! |
Sarah looked at the sweet menu and decided quickly what she wanted. Some sort of sports event was now playing on a large screen TV near the bar and the background noise was increasing to a point that Will could no longer whisper. Still Sarah longed to hear if Will ever found the gents at his work and the counsellor in her was desperate to know if he actually braved going in, though she was pretty sure he hadn’t actually managed to get relief since his earlier wetting that evening had been quite something. The stain removal spray, cloths and bowl from Will’s house were still in the passenger footwell of her car to remind them both of the event. Sarah was just thankful there was no visual reminder of her earlier public desperation other than their memories.
Will sipped at his second pint of beer as he read the sweet menu three times. So many things appealed to his sweet tooth but traditional apple crumble and custard seemed to jump out. Will wasn’t a fan of noise, crowds or sports so the build up of noise and people was making him nervous, and causing his erection to ease as his concentration on Sarah faded slightly.
Will looked at the bar and the increase in people and leaned over to talk to Sarah, having to raise his voice over a sudden cheer as whatever the event was suddenly started.
‘It’s getting nosier now. You still wanting a sweet or would you rather get something at the cinema?’
Sarah looked at the menu and cupped her hands over her mouth to help her voice travel across the table to Will.
‘Yes. If you are still ok? I want to finish my drink anyway, don’t you?
Will didn’t bother trying to talk back, choosing to acknowledge Sarah with a thumbs up instead.
Sarah noticed the waitress and waved her over choosing to point to both of their choices rather than try and shout over the noise. She wasn’t likely to hear any more of Will’s recount right now so she slipped her shoe off and rubbed her leg up his trousers leg instead to show him that she still fancied him very much and was enjoying being with him. Despite the noise and bustle now her body was still every bit as aroused as before and through her thin flesh tights she enjoyed feeling the warmth and firmness of Will’s leg. Will seemed to enjoy it too as he reached down with one hand to feel her foot and massage it while smiling across at her. Sarah let her foot rest on Will’s knee while she drank some juice and watched as Will drank more of his, his eyes full of mischief and cheekiness. For all Will was often anxious and fearful at times Sarah could see he had a fun side too. She looked forward eagerly to exploring more of that side.
By the time the sweets arrived the noice had dulled slightly and Will had almost finished his second pint of beer. Will may not have been outwardly aroused but he was still loving Sarah’s company and thinking of things he would love to do with her. He knew he would have many happy times just replaying her earlier desperation in his mind.
Will ate his apple crumble and custard without taking his eyes off Sarah. She had the most beautiful sparkling eyes he had ever seen and though he ordinarily hated eye contact with Sarah it was so different. She could see right into his soul anytime she wanted. He had no issue being exposed in her presence.
Sarah could not help but tease Will as he watched her eat her chocolate ice cream sunday as she picked up the flake chocolate decoration and slid it in and out her mouth pretending it was clearly something else. Will winked and stuck his tongue out to lick the air as if licking something else. Sarah giggled like a school girl completely under Will’s spell.
As the waitress returned soon after to collect their plates Sarah finished her lemonade to add her empty glass to Will’s as she asked for the bill. It was her idea for the date and she was more than willing to pay just to have Will’s company. However when the bill arrived Will grabbed it and blew Sarah a kiss before standing and coming round to help her on with her coat and taking her hand like a gentleman to lead her out.
Now no longer erect and standing up straight Will had a slight urge to pee but put it down to the cold air which now filled the corner due to a draft from the front door. With people coming and going so much the door was hardly closed and the evening air was chilly now.
Will opened his wallet and took some notes out, rounding the bill to the nearest ten pounds and leaving the notes in the folder on the table as he had read was socially acceptable to do. He was proud of himself for having finally been to a restaurant, had a date with a girl and even ordered, all things he had never had the courage to do before.
Things were changing and it was all due to Sarah.
The night was still young yet though as he headed out to Sarah’s car hand in hand with his beautiful auburn queen.
The cold air sent a shiver through him as Sarah unlocked the car and they both climbed in, eager for the privacy and quiet again.
Sarah turned and kissed Will on the lips, tasting his pudding and beer and laughing as she did so.
‘So you up for the cinema now babe? Or have you had enough of me yet? I can drop you home anytime you like?’
Will wasn’t sure wether it was the beer talking or if Sarah had some sort of magic spell over him but before his mind could really object his voice answered quickly.
‘I’m definitely up for the cinema. Let’s go.’ |
The air had a chill about it now and the street lights were on as Will held Sarah’s hand as they walked back through the tree covered path to her car. A shiver went right through Will sending a slight urge from his bladder. It was nothing much and no doubt just the change in temperature so he could ignore it for now.
Sarah started her car to drive the few metres to the car park next door. It seemed crazy moving the car such a short distance but rules were rules and she wasn’t about to get a ticket for something so simple. In the brief quietness she suddenly remembered something she wanted to tell Will.
‘Oh Will, I’ve just remembered something. I haven’t had the chance to say yet but Hannah, my receptionist, took a call today from the building owners at my office. Since starting my own business self employed several years ago I have rarely taken time off. Just a week or two at the peak of summer sometimes and a week at Christmas but the owners need to do some urgent work on the building and for a week I need to close. I’m not sure how I feel about it fully yet but thought I would say anyway. It’s quite sudden and unexpected and for some of my clients it will be upsetting to their therapy but it seems there’s little I can do. I’m not comfortable seeing clients in my home and it’s not well...safe really...so anyway I have a week off at the start of March. Oh man, I talk far too much at times! I think I’m nervous sorry.’
Will laughed then suddenly remembered the last email he read before leaving work just a few hours ago. So much had happened since then it seemed like weeks ago but in reality it was just earlier that day. Will sat bolt upright as Sarah parked her car outside the cinema.
‘You’re not going to believe this Sarah! I had an email just before I left the office from my boss saying I need to take another five days holiday before the end of the financial year! That’s weird don’t you think?’
Sarah turned her engine off and climbed out her car as Will did the same, continuing the conversation as they did so.
‘Well we could take the same week maybe Will? What do you think? Sorry I’m running away with myself here. Just ignore me.’
Will took Sarah’s hand as they walked into the cinema.
‘Sarah, that’s one thing I could never do. You know, ignore you.’
Will learned towards Sarah to kiss her hair. Oh he adored her hair so much, the colour, the smell, the way it waved in and out of his fingers when he felt it. The thought of a whole week with Sarah seemed like heaven right now. But right this minute they had a film to see and Will was excited at yet another new experience he was about to conquer.
They stopped together to read the list of films and times lit on a large wall in front of them.
‘I’m going to guess you’ve already done some research Will. So what’s the best one to see? Your choice.’
Will smiled, guiding Sarah to the counter where he bought two tickets to a sequel and handed them to Sarah.
‘Oh Will. Great choice. It starts in five minutes though. You paid for dinner and the tickets so I’ll get some snacks. Wait here and we can walk in together. I’ll be right back.’
Sarah hurried over to the kiosk where she ordered two large sodas and a tub of popcorn. They’d just had a meal so she figured this would be enough as she called over to Will to carry his drink in as they walked along the corridor to theatre number 5. As expected on a Friday evening it was very popular and their allocated seats were in the middle of row H right in the centre of the room. They squeezed past people before finally finding their seats, sitting their drinks in the arm rests and getting comfortable.
No sooner had Will sat down that he realised the two pints of beer from earlier would be wanting out soon. It hadn’t just been the draft, or the change in temperature, he did actually need the bathroom though now he was stuck in the middle of a busy theatre with a two hour film about to begin. He held all day at work so what’s two hours really, he thought to himself as he sat back and crossed his legs lightly. He’d never been in a cinema, despite being almost 29, and although having a stranger to his immediate right he was more amazed at the huge screen, the comfortable seats and the size of the room that anything else. As the adverts started the volume seemed excessive but it wasn’t long before Will shut everything else off and settled his nerves enough to hold Sarah’s hand and enjoy the film. He could already see the appeal of the big screen compared to his TV at home and the sound, although loud, was coming from all angles and creating quite an atmosphere.
Will was ready to forget all his worries and relax for the next two hours. He only hoped he didn’t fall asleep!
Sarah had hoped for another quick loo break before the film. She wasn’t really needing to go but two hours seemed a long time to not go especially after two glasses of lemonade and a large soda during the film. However the carrying of her juice and popcorn, combined with the fact the film was about to start, meant she never got the change to go. It wasn’t ideal that their seats were centre row now as well, but as the adverts began and Will held her hand she realised she was worried unnecessarily and two hours wasn’t long at all really. Besides she would be too busy watching the film to even think about anything else.
There was no need to worry at all. |
It was amazing how much a person could eat and drink unintentionally, Sarah thought as her hands occupied themselves by slipping into the popcorn and raising her juice to her mouth continually. It was almost subconscious and the therapists in her did wonder how many people around her were using the cinema as escapism as much as entertainment. Thankfully as the film gathered pace her mind eventually focussed on the storyline and she laughed and smiled along like everyone else, caught up in nothing more than the screen in front of her, almost forgetting even that Will was right beside her.
Will was struggling to get into the film at first, wishing instead he was alone with Sarah doing something else but as time went on he relaxed more and sipped at his soda which he was sure was very overpriced and definitely not branded. He could taste the difference and added ice usually meant for him that unless he drank it fairly quickly his drink would taste too mild and diluted as the ice melted. He wasn’t overly thirsty, having had two pints of beer with his meal, but the idea of diluted watered down cheap cola didn’t appeal so while it was clearly a cheap alternative it would be a lot worse if his ice melted. For that reason he drank most of it in the first half hour of the film, something which he knew he might later regret.
As a loud, slightly scary, part happened I the film Sarah found herself automatically crossing her legs. She realised, finally, that she really should have went to the ladies before the film started but now sat in the centre of a full row of strangers she felt embarrassed to move. She reasoned her need would soon subside so switched back to film mode and tried to ignore her body’s desires, all while sipping her soda now and again without any thought to the fact this may make things worse.
Will shifted on his seat a bit as he felt suddenly uncomfortable and distracted. His stomach was bloated as he rubbed his hand over it and felt his distended bladder. He rubbed it gently hoping that it would magically disappear as he crossed his ankles and tapped the top of his leg. Had he been at home he may have paused the film at this point for a much needed pee break but as this wasn’t possible he tried ignoring his growing need to switch back to the film. The theatre was dark, lit only by the screen in front and small exit signs above the doors at the rear but Will could make out the outline of Sarah beside him and he smiled to himself as he thought of her. He wasn’t too deeply into the film yet and he sort of wished he could take Sarah’s hand and whisk her away alone. He reached over to feel for Sarah’s hand which she took happily. He would whisk her via the toilets first if he could though. He would feel much more comfortable then.
Sarah’s bladder was starting to niggle at her more. She changed position and tied to ignore it but the pounding and tingling between her legs wasn’t for disappearing and Sarah was getting annoyed. Will had paid good money for them to watch this film and she was enjoying it and besides she reckoned she’d have to disturb around 10 plus strangers just to get out from the middle of the row. She would need to try and wait.
Will shifted in his seat again. The film seemed to be going so slowly and his bladder was filling all too fast. The only saving grace was the lack of lightening which meant he could cross his legs at the knee and slip his free hand lightly between them leaning very lightly on his member to help subside his feelings of needing release. That seemed to help but then another wave would come and Will found himself having to change position again and cross his legs the opposite way. His need was increasing fast and he wasn’t comfortable about that fact one bit. If only he was at home where he could take a break, or even sat at the end of a row where nipping out was simple. Will was terrified of strangers and could never find himself putting them out or inconveniencing them at all. He had a rummage in his coat pocket and glanced at his mobile phone for the time disappointed to see the film wasn’t even half way through yet. Will leaned to the side and slid his hand between his crossed legs and trying to find a comfortable position but nothing was taking away the throb he was feeling down below.
Another wave hit Sarah quite unexpectedly as she laughed at something in the film. She pushed her bottom as far back onto the seat as possible and leaned forward, almost looking like she was going to vomit. She hadn’t meant it to draw attention to herself so when the stranger to her left asked if she was feeling ok she flushed red and apologised saying she’d just slid on her chair a bit before straightening up again and trying to find a more appropriate position. She tried leaning with her back slightly to the stranger and placed her hand on the top of her leg. Will seemed to see this as an invite to snuggle in and placed his arm around her which Sarah welcomed despite feeling quite a need to pee. She wished she had leggings on though, or any trousers really, rather than the dress skirt she had worn to work that day which really restricted her movements right now.
Will saw Sarah lean forward and felt concerned. He was about to ask if she was ok when he heard someone else ask and Sarah turn towards him so he drew her close by placing his arm around her and leaning towards her. He really wanted to take her and leave though as his bladder ached to pee and he began to wonder if perhaps Sarah’s did too. Will was starting to get nervous now as time moved on. His bladder was filling and filling still and he was now bouncing his leg continually trying to keep his penis from leaking. He really did need to piss rather badly and the film wasn’t even half way through. He noticed Sarah shift again in her seat and cross her legs with a hand between them. The idea of Sarah bursting again was an enormous turn on but Will’s penis only wanted one thing right now: to piss.
Sarah was getting more and more convinced she would need to somehow get to the ladies soon. She was bursting and unable to sit still at all. As the film quietened down she leaned over to Will and whispered to him.
‘I really really need the bathroom.’
‘Me too. So badly.’
Sarah gently moved Will’s arm from behind her and slid his hand that had been playing with her hair between her legs as much as she could through the top of her skirt. Will responded by taking Sarah’s hand and pressing it firmly over his crotch.
If either so much as leaked the other would be the first to know, and feel it. |
Sarah had never been so grateful to be in a dark theatre, thought for extra privacy she pulled her coat over her legs to cover the fact Will’s hand was pushing down on her skirt between her legs. Unfortunately the skirt wasn’t as loose fitting as Sarah would have liked so even with Will pushing between her legs he still wasn’t quite able to push deep enough to really touch her crotch and have much effect, unlike the fact that Will had thinner, and Sarah recalled much lighter in colour, smart trousers on and Sarah was able to feel the entire outline of Will’s penis. The other advantage she had was therefore the ability to stroke Will enough to help ease his desire to pee by turning him on. Will didn’t seem to be objecting to this fact.
The volume of liquid Will had consumed since last emptying his bladder was getting too much for him. Whilst having a full bladder did arouse him and was often the precursor to many private sessions in the privacy of his own home he was finding it very difficult to feel any sexual desire from his need due to the knowledge he was so close to strangers and in a public place. He felt Sarah pull her coat over his hand and arm to conceal what he was doing to her but he just didn’t feel he could move to offer the same privacy to Sarah. His hand over his penis was the only thing stopping him bursting and he was too afraid of moving and causing a scene with a huge flood. Besides Sarah had a magic way when she touched him and he could feel his penis responding despite his bladders attempts to overrule it. Watching the film was pretty futile now but he continued to try, at least to pretend to the others around him that nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
Sarah couldn’t help but bounce her leg even though this meant bouncing off of Will’s arm and once again restricting him getting to the very place she needed his hand. Her pussy was wet and open and screaming for release. The tingling and almost prodding sensation was so strong Sarah wasn’t sure wether she would suddenly erupt in the next minute or so. All she knew was she really needed to think about finding a bathroom and soon. She learned towards Will as she faced the film screen as if nothing was amiss.
‘Will, I’m bursting.’
‘I know. Me too babe.’
Sarah paused, hoping Will might have suggested trying to get out and find the lavatories but instead he rose his hand to feel Sarah’s distended hard bladder and rub it gently. As he did so he suddenly moved his legs as Sarah’s hand felt his willy become a bit harder and more prominent. She’d felt him much harder before but he was clearly enjoying knowing how bursting Sarah really was. Only a few hours ago Sarah had been acutely aware that her public desperation in the pub next door had turned Will on like crazy. She couldn’t resist running her fingers gently along the outline of Will’s apparatus whilst simultaneously squeezing her own thighs tightly closed. Sarah slid her other hand behind her back and unclipped and unzipped her skirt enough to allow her waistband to loosen. As privately as she could she then let go of Will’s trousers and with her coat still covering herself she pulled her skirt up so that her underwear was touching the seat through her thin tights, and had the coat not covered her, everyone would have seen her skirt hitched up around her waist. Sarah decided she would worry about going out when the time came but for now she needed to do everything in her power to prevent herself having a full on accident. Now with access to her crotch more available she slid one of Will’s hands right under the coat, between her shaven legs and tight against the crotch of her flesh tights and pants. The more she felt Will’s touch the more she wanted to give him full access to her body wherever he wanted.
Will was super excited to get better access to Sarah’s crotch as his penis twitched in delight. The twitch wasn’t just from sexual need though as Will could feel his bladder overspilling into his urethra and despite Sarah’s hand gently touching him he had to grab the top of his apparatus and pinch it.
He leaned towards Sarah and whispered:
‘I’m dying to piss honey,’
‘Me too sweetheart.’
Will could feel every wiggle, every throb that Sarah was making. Her body was throbbing, pushing, vibrating and lapping against his hand. Will wanted to feel it stronger, deeper, wetter. He closed his eyes and imagined his penis inside Sarah as she writhed in desperation and moaned in need. How he longed to fuck her in this state and have her orgasm and leak warm piss over his throbbing hard penis while they made love. His toes curled, is tongue licked his lips and forgetting for a moment where he was he moaned with pleasure. He could feel his dick pushing strongly against his trousers yearning for freedom to both piss and ejaculate. Will could feel liquid rising to the very tip of his penis as he grabbed it and then pulled Sarah’s hand to feel the damp patch created.
Sarah’s own body was so aroused, so longing, so desperate. Her high heel shoes were tapping rhythmically against the carpet of the theatre as she slipped her shoes off and pushed her feet against the chair in front as she pushed her crotch back against the chair as much as she could then slid forward again rocking back and forth. Will could feel wetness on his hand even through her nylon thin tights and knickers. He dared to press a little harder with his entire hand as Sarah pushed against him even more.
Panting and a bit out of breath Sarah whispered to Will again.
‘I can’t wait much longer.’
‘Me neither.’
Suddenly Will had a large spasm from his bladder as he leaned forward bouncing both legs like crazy stroking his penis for all he was worth. There was no way on earth his body could keep its contents of urine inside any longer. He was about to have his second wetting of the night in a public building and the thought made tears run down his cheeks. He shook and bounced and squirmed for all he was worth before grabbing Sarah’s arm and speaking in her ear.
‘It’s about to shoot out. I need to go now!’
‘I know. Me too.’
Will let go of Sarah, needing both hands to prevent himself pissing as Sarah quickly used both hands to refasten her skirt and slip her shoes back on at the same time. She grabbed her coat from over her knee, standing up and straightening her skirt quickly. They had to get out of the row, the theatre, and to toilets immediately but with at least ten people either side of them in a constricted row of seats neither of them knew if they would make it.
Meanwhile the movie carried on as if everything was perfectly fine. |
Will was slightly nearer the end of the row from Sarah, though they were right in the middle and the entire row was full of people. Will so wanted to scream to everyone to get out of his way before he wet himself but he just couldn’t. Standing up his bladder felt so solid, heavy and sore. It was stretched so much and his muscles were sore and tired as he had already held his bladder way too long earlier in the day. This wasn’t how his first proper date with his girlfriend was supposed to end, far from it. He’d already had a huge accident in front of Sarah just hours previously and he sure didn’t want another one. It was all he could do to apologise quietly as strangers stood up or squeezed in to let him past. It must have been blatantly obvious why he wanted out so urgently as he held his coat on one arm and held his dick tightly with the other. Why were some people taking ages to move to let him past? He felt a small spurt escape before he even made it to the end of the row.
Sarah was so turned on watching Will struggle, though her own bladder hurt so much from holding. At least she could just about make it to the end of the row without having to hold herself, though as she passed the final person she had to bend forward and cross her legs very tightly. Will was hobbling down the stairs in front of her now so she tried to hurry to catch him up as he walked through the short tunnel towards the doors marked ‘exit’. She’d long forgotten what the film was about by now as the voices from the screen became slightly quieter as she headed out to the main corridor. Will was slightly in front of her, though he seemed to suddenly stop as the corridor bustled with noise and people. Sarah was frantically searching for the toilets, perhaps that’s what Will was doing too and why he had paused? She caught up with him, unable to stand still as she danced beside him while he crouched forward with both hands between his legs.
Will knew he was in trouble. Why he had thought tan trousers would be good to wear he would never know. He didn’t dare remove his hands as he knew without a doubt that his crotch would be noticeably wet already. He was in pain and so embarrassed at acting like a child in public. As Sarah joined him, very noticeably bursting too he could only apologise.
‘I’m sorry Sarah. It’s really bad.’
‘It’s ok. I think there must be toilets along here. Come on. I need to go now Will. I’m absolutely desperate!’
‘Sarah, please please drive me home. It’s too busy honey. Please.’
Sarah knew Will couldn’t pee with so many around. She’d experienced his situation first hand and it wasn’t an option to sneak into a disabled toilet together in such a busy environment. Despite the fact she honestly knew she would not make it to Will’s without wetting herself she knew Will needed her assistance so bad. Grabbing herself between the legs, as undignified and embarrassing as it was, she pulled Will gently by the arm and headed through the very busy reception area out into the cold, wet, dark car park.
It took a moment for Sarah’s eyes to adjust to the change of light and she paused as the cinema door closed behind her and the noise eased. She quickly scanned for her car and pulled a bent, struggling Will with her.
Sarah had parked by a back area looking into the back of the restaurant they had eaten in earlier. In front of the car were some decorative bushes separating one car park from the other. Although out of eye shot from anyone at the cinema and restaurant they could both be seen clearly from anyone in either car park. Sarah clinked the button on her fob to unlock the doors but as Will approached the back of the car he suddenly froze.
‘Sarah, I can’t hold it. I can’t.’
Sarah pulled Will between the cars as she watched his face tense in panic.
Will knew he was losing it. His boxers had soaked up as much as they could and his hands could feel his trousers were definitely getting wet, though so far thankfully only from small spurts. He’d paused at the back of the car as another painful wave hit him hard sending another spurt out his tired penis. He wasn’t going to make it home but he was too ashamed to piss himself a second time in Sarah’s car. He couldn’t do that to her, he just couldn’t.
Sarah pulled him between the cars and close to the little bushes but Will knew the shrubbery was too low to offer any privacy. Before he could do anything to stop her Sarah had loosened his trousers, unzipped his fly and was pushing his shoulders down.
‘Crouch down Will. Copy me. My pants can’t hold any more. I need to do this.’
At that Sarah spread her legs, hunched her skirt up and crouched down in front of her car as close to the hedge as she could. Will spread his legs, bent his knees and crouched down too, facing the back of the restaurant with his back to Sarah’s car, still holding his penis as tight as he could.
Will stared at Sarah wide eyed. She still had her tights and underwear on. Could she really be about to pee through them out in the open? If he hadn’t been holding his piss for dear life he would have been exploding with something else. How he had longed to see a woman do this for years.
Sarah shuffled as close to Will as she could before removing his hands and gently fishing out his member. As they crouched right beside each other in front of a bush barely up to their knees with their backs protected by the front of Sarah’s car, their knees bend, legs spread, Sarah was the only one talking and instructing them both.
‘Will you hold my skirt up while i hold your penis. Think about the ladies at my work, think about McDonald’s, think about Starbucks, think about us pissing together in jugs at mine, think about us peeing together on your toilet...think about relaxing, getting relief, letting go of all this pressure.’
Will could hear hissing. It was magical, beautiful, incredibly sexual. Sarah was exploding warm pee from between her legs fast and loudly and furiously through her pants and nylon tights and onto the car park and bush in front of them. His penis was twitching with need, unable to grow due to the sheer volume of piss inside it but not fully flacid either. He never wanted Sarah to ever let his penis go. He closed his eyes, treasuring the sound of Sarah’s wee while his own body gave in to the relentless and incredible pressure from his bladder as suddenly he felt an explosion of warm urine run right down the inside of his member and splash loudly on the tarmac. Sarah responded by lifting and guiding his penis towards the bush as urine thundered out of him causing his legs to shake.
‘Oh my God Will I can’t stop.’
‘Me neither.’
Will thought he would be pissing for the rest of the night. Sarah felt the same as her body relaxed and moaned from the ecstasy of finally getting to go. Her skirt managing to stay dry but her pee was puddling between her high heeled shoes. She was loving holding and guiding Will and feeling the force of his urine as it ran down his penis. She’d secretly longed for a moment like this all her adult life. She might have soaked knickers and tights but she knew fucking Will later would make up for that and so much more besides.
Thanks to Will’s earlier wetting she already had plenty towels in her car to protect her seats. It was almost as if it was all planned by some higher being.
They could always watch the film on Netflix when it came out anyway. Right now that was the last thing on their minds though. |
The force of Will’s pee finally subsided and the incredible sensation of Sarah’s hands on his penis caused his penis to grow and swell even though they were both in the open air. In fact Will was sure the fact they were in the open air was causing his erection to be even bigger than usual. Combined with the fact he had not only dreamed of having a beautiful woman hold and guide him while he pissed (and this was the second time Sarah had fulfilled this desire) but that one of his ultimate sexual fantasies was a sexy well dressed woman taking an emergency pee outside through her tights and knickers. It was like Sarah could read the very depths of his mind at times and now his bladder was finally empty he found himself very desperate for something else. Sarah finally let him go but not without stroking the length of him a few times making him want her one hundred times more. It wasn’t easy to tuck a penis in while bend down on your knees anyway but Will found it impossible to tuck his long, thick, erect penis into his tan trousers without standing more upright. He had to act quickly to prevent anyone seeing, a fact that only heightened his desire even more.
Sarah couldn’t help but giggle. When life events caused any sort of huge emotional response, especially of a joyful, ecstatic nature, her first instinctive response always seemed to be laughter. The absurdity of what they had both just done tickled Sarah so much. It also turned her on enormously and she had never wanted to make love to Will more than she did right now. Had her car not been parked in such a busy car park he would have been enticed and taken by her on the back seat. She was as desperate for Will as she had just been a few minutes ago to pee. She could tell from what she saw and felt that Will apparently felt the same.
Will loved the sound of Sarah’s laughter. It brought him joy, peace and a sense of warmth he couldn’t fully explain. He couldn’t stop smiling as Sarah unlocked the doors of the car and leaned over to get the towels that had previously sat on the front passenger seat where Will had had an accident earlier that night.
Will helped straighten the towels for Sarah though he couldn’t resist keeping his hand on top of the towels a bit longer than he needed to so he could feel Sarah’s wet bottom through her tights as she hitched her skirt up to put her wet bum on her seat.
‘Will, emmm, do you mind if I head to mine first and get freshened up before dropping you home?’
Will was in such a quandary. On one hand he wanted Sarah comfortable and happy but on the other he wanted to sleep with her so badly exactly as she was...wet and very sexy. His body wanted to say one thing but his mind another. Social appropriateness wasn’t his strong point, in fact it was often his biggest weakness, but he could potentially miss out on an opportunity he might never get again. Besides he was ready to blow his load right this minute anyway so, as embarrassed as he was, he decided to be truthful with Sarah.
‘Sarah, I need to be truthful with you darling. What you just did there was one of the sexiest most alluring things I have ever experienced. So much so that even without, you know, stroking myself, I am so so close to, well...Sarah I have never wanted to fuck you more than I do right this minute. So yes of course we can go to yours but, as long as you want to that is, please can I have you urgently. I’m emmmm struggling to hold back just sitting beside you honey.’
In the darkness of the car with just the dull light of a streetlight a short distance away casting shadows over them both, Will once again unfastened his fly to demonstrate to Sarah just how aroused he was.
Sarah wasn’t expecting the intimate honesty of her boyfriend though he was only expressing what her body was telling her too. Will may have been aroused and turned on by her peeing like that but she could not deny the effect that having soaking warm knickers and tights was doing to her. She’d never admitted to anyone before how such an unusual thing caused her body to alight with passion and desire. As hard as it was to trust someone with something so intimate she felt Will not only needed to hear this but that he could be trusted with it.
Sarah let Will’s words hang as she built up the courage to reply. Her actions did say a great deal though as she responded to Will’s penis by lightly stroking it and caressing it with her fingers.
Finally she felt ready.
‘Will I want nothing more right now than the same as you. You look and feel very desperate. I can assure you I am every bit as desperate for you. Can you hold off just ten minutes until we get to mine?’
Sarah didn’t wait for an answer as in reality she herself was struggling with the thought of ten minutes drive. She was more than ready for sexual climax and ten minutes felt like an eternity to hold off. She started the engine and clipped on her seatbelt, put the car in reverse gear and headed to her house.
Something came over Will after Sarah responded. It was like he was possessed by some sexual prowess and he wasn’t sure he could hold back for a full ten minutes. Had he not been pissing when Sarah had peed through her tights and knickers he knew he would have actually cum just watching her. He fastened his seat belt and tried hiding his penis back inside his trousers as Sarah drove, though he couldn’t help stroking himself through his trousers. Maybe it was the beer from earlier helping him lose his inhibitions or wether it was just the fact Sarah took him places sexually that drove him wild with desire. Whatever it was he found himself softly moaning and talking much freer that ever.
‘Oh my God Sarah. What a night baby. You wonder why I am struggling to hold back? From seeing you in the car when I first got back from work. That passionate kissing we had when I wet myself from absolute desperation. Doing that in front of you and your response. Oh God you touching my dick through my wet trousers. Shoot that made me want you! The way you accepted what happened and cleaned up and showed me so much kindness. That touched me and turned me on again. The restaurant stuff with me teasing you and telling you all about me busting at work while all the time I knew you were almost wetting yourself you needed to pee that bad. That was awesome babe. I was so longing for you. You know that? Then watching you sitting at the table opposite me squirming and crossed legged in desperation. Fuck did that drive me nuts baby! I was so fucking hard my heart was beating that fast. Then watching you struggle to get the waitresses attention. God I nearly came then and there. Seeing your eyes light up and the relief on your face when you returned. Sarah you make me so so fucking horny babe. Sorry for swearing it’s just when I get like...you know...so eager..I just struggle for words. I mean if we had stopped after the meal I could have happily fucked you but no you teased me even more through a long film where I got to watch you bounce about again in desperation and sit next to you when you held yourself in public and then you go and fucking whisker in my ear that you are bursting for a pee. It’s like you press every one of my buttons a million times over. Then when I need you to help me because I’m dying to piss you find the sexiest, most incredible way to help me piss and then hit fucking bullseye by pissing yourself like that. You are an absolute legend Sarah Henderson and emmm...I’m like a minute from exploding here babe. Shit, fucking pre-cum is oozing out me as I speak.’
Sarah moaned as Will’s speech sent shivers right through her. Everything he spoke about had been every bit as arousing for her. It was true that they had edged each other right to this point for hours. Their date more like hours of foreplay in public driving them both to the very edge of a sexual cliff that both had to fall from together incredibly soon as both of them were now hanging on and slipping fast. Sarah body was so turned on she found herself moaning and grinding into the driver’s seat as she drove.
As she indicated to pull into her street Will had one hand on the seatbelt clip ready to release and the other pressing over his wet crotch trying valiantly to hold off exploding until he had Sarah. He’d been waiting for this moment all evening. So had Sarah. |
Sarah made great coffee, Will thought. Sure it wasn’t the expensive elaborate ones he made at home but even her instant coffee was made to perfection. Or perhaps he was just feeling utterly satisfied and coffee was the perfect way to end his night. Whatever it was Will had never felt happier.
Sarah rounded up the clothes from the front door, and asked Will if he wanted his boxers washed. He took them off and handed them too her readily as she filled the washing machine and turned it on. If Will was staying at least he would have something clean to wear in the morning even if it was the same clothes he had worn the day before. She took her tea with her to the bedroom and smiled as Will followed. She could easily get used to having company in bed even if it was just for warmth and comfort.
Sarah slept so deeply the first she woke was her bladder bothering her at 8:30am. She sat up and looked over at Will as he lay sleeping still, an overwhelming feeling of affection coming over her that she wasn’t prepared for. She hardly knew this man in her bed, well comparatively speaking, yet she felt so connected, so at one with him. It really felt like her whole life had been building up to meeting him but she couldn’t tell Will this as he may not want or even care about hearing that.
As Sarah slipped out of bed quietly and used the toilet she worried, not for the first time, if her growing fondness for Will was something she needed to pull back from or embrace more. They were having so much fun, more than she’d ever had in her life before, but was she ready to go deeper? She really wasn’t sure though just looking at the fact she had picked up a male shower gel from the supermarket a few days ago ‘just in case Will stays over again’ and the fact she had washed his clothes last night so he had clean clothing this morning told her her mind was already seeing things as longer term. Maybe she should speak to Will about it? She just needed to find the right time.
With Will still in the room she decided to have a quick shower and get dressed, choosing jeans and a plain long sleeved dark grey top that contrasted vividly against her naturally wavy auburn hair. It was only as she pulled her top on that Will finally awake properly.
‘Morning handsome! Fancy a coffee?’
‘Oh my word Sarah you look absolutely stunning. Wow. Yes a coffee would be lovely thanks.’
Will couldn’t believe his eyes as he woke up. It was like having an angel in the room seeing Sarah stand before him in jeans and a top, her gorgeous hair hanging wet against her top. His body responded quickly as he found himself yearning for Sarah the second he woke up.
‘I’ll run down and put the kettle on honey and stick the clothes in the dryer then I’ll dry my hair and get you that coffee. How does that sound?’
‘Amazing, thanks.’
Will couldn’t take his eyes off Sarah’s bottom as it wiggled sexily in her jeans as she left the room. He pulled the duvet aside to see and reach his penis as it sat there long and hard and ready for action. He couldn’t resist stroking and playing a little, longing for Sarah and aware he needed the loo a fair bit too. Playing and stroking was making his mind think back to last night especially Sarah peeing in public through her tights and knickers. That was a moment forever etched in his memory.
Sarah was back in minutes delighted to see Will still in the bed, even more delighted to see his member so perfect and ready. Sarah sat alongside Will as she leaned over to plug the hairdryer in deliberately letting her long wet hair fall all over Will’s erect penis and testicles. Will responded by wrapping her hair around his penis and stroking slightly enjoying the feeling of wetness and the tingling of the hairs touching his body.
Sarah laughed and smiled as she tipped her head forward between Will’s legs and turned on the hairdryer, blowing warm air over her hair and right between Will’s legs. It certainly wasn’t how she usually dried her hair on a Saturday morning but then she never had the privilege of a naked handsome man in her bed. Will wasn’t complaining as the warm air, wet hair and odd touches from Sarah’s hands were sending waves of pleasure through him. If this was how his Saturday was starting he was sure it would be one to remember.
What happened next was something Will definitely wasn’t expecting though, as Sarah suddenly stopped drying her hair and rummaged in a cupboard coming back with a plastic bag which she put her hand into laughing.
‘Will, have you used the bathroom yet this morning by any chance? I just remembered your phone is downstairs where I found a spare charger and wondered if you needed it to...you know...look at your photograph?’
The mention of the bathroom sent a sudden wave from Will’s bladder.
‘No. And thanks for charging my phone. I do need it actually. I should probably get it right now.’
Just as Will sat more upright about to head downstairs for his phone Sarah pulled some handcuffs from her bag and quickly handcuffed Will’s wrists to the metal headboard of the bed.
‘Will. Let me help you. It’s ok. Trust me. Let me go get that coffee for you and we can talk. I promise to take care of you. You can hold on for a bit for me can’t you? I’ll even bring your phone up if you still want to see that picture?’
Before Will even had time to answer Sarah had handcuffed him securely to the bed where she left him with a full bladder while she went downstairs to make herself some tea and Will some coffee. |
Downstairs, alone, Sarah wondered for a moment if she was doing the right thing. She hadn’t planned this, a sudden impulsive thought had just come over her and her mind had listened and acted. She couldn’t stop thinking about Will, upstairs naked and handcuffed to the bed with a very full bladder as she filled the kettle and waited for it to boil. She occupied herself by filling the dryer with the wet clothes she had washed the night before enjoying the sight of Will’s trousers and boxers and remembering all that had happened the night before. She’d never wanted a man more than she wanted Will right now.
Sarah put Will’s mobile in her back jeans pocket and carried the mugs of hot drinks upstairs. She laughed as she saw Will now kneeling on the bed with both hands cuffed to the headboard. She hadn’t thought how he would drink his coffee without the use of his hands and this amused her. For a trained professional she was rather too impulsive for her own good at times.
‘You ok Will?’
‘Yip. All fine here. Well, except for the minor point of me needing a pee and not being able to go but apart from that minor issue I’m great thanks.’
Sarah smiled contentedly hearing the fun and jest in Will’s voice. Still she felt she needed to ask as she sat on the edge of the bed beside Will and enjoyed touching his body.
‘You ok about being handcuffed?’
‘Been a dream of mine for years. How did you know? Honestly my only worry is pissing your bed. I don’t want to do that. But otherwise honey you do what you want. That coffee smell amazing by the way!’
Sarah stroked Will’s full bladder and leaned over to kiss him. She had stuff to do later today but right now she wanted nothing more than to watch as Will became more and more desperate to pee with her having full control over when he got to go.
Will loved the feel of Sarah’s hands on his bladder. She could touch him anywhere he liked at any time as far as he was concerned. Her hair fell over his chest and he could feel the dampness where she hadn’t finished drying it previously. Sarah’s hair mesmerised him; it’s colour, texture, smell and the way it tickled his skin. Sarah knew exactly how to manage him and he was happy to be under her control. The lure of the coffee was getting to him though.
‘Sarah, any chance I could have some of that coffee. I could so go a drink babe’
Sarah had been sipping her tea and touching Will from his feet to his beard all the while forgetting he couldn’t manage his own coffee without her help. She placed her own tea down and picked up Will’s coffee, holding it close to his lips and tipping the mug very slightly.
‘That ok?’
‘Mmmmm. Perfect. A little more please.’
Will loved his morning coffee. Every since his first ever cup aged 16 he had fallen in love with the golden nectar that was known as coffee beans. Of course usually he had the liberty to wake up, shower and use the bathroom before enjoying it fully. Usually he had his hands free to drink it himself. Usually he wasn’t handcuffed to a beautiful woman’s bed either. He wasn’t complaining though.
Sarah continued to tip the mug slightly more each time until Will’s mug was empty. She was so excited to see how this might affect his bladder shortly. The last time he had pissed was outside the cinema last night, hunched down in front of her car in a car park with Sarah holding his penis. Sarah had long since had her first wee an hour ago now so she could only imagine how desperate Will might be getting soon.
‘So I hadn’t really planned this Will. I mean I just had a sudden crazy thought but you know what, seeing you like this has got me thinking. You know when we first met and you couldn’t pee anywhere except your own apartment and despite being absolutely desperate to go at my office you just couldn’t relax? Well you have came such a long way since then. I’m so proud of you.’
Sarah interrupted her monologue to kiss Will deeply for a minute or two. Will was so turned on and eager and his body responded accordingly. He longed to put his arms around Sarah but used his tongue and body to show that instead. Sarah pulled away slowly and carried on.
‘Remember I encouraged you to take a photograph of your toilet at home? I know that has helped you. You have even found the bathrooms at work after holding your bladder for sox years. God that’s absolutely huge Will. You know that? We’ve talked about your trigger to your trauma and worked through that. I hope you know that I want to support you and help you. I was just thinking the next logical step is working on you trusting others with your bladder. At school you were so badly let down that day. You didn’t trust the teacher to know that you hadn’t actually managed to relax enough to pee so you ended up wetting yourself. You have never asked anyone to use their bathroom since either have you? So I want to help you. You can practice asking me this morning to go. Learn to trust me. I won’t say yes right away honey but that’s because I need you to try and trust me. Do you think you can do that? Can you trust me to know when you really genuinely can’t wait any longer? After all I don’t want my bed wet do I? This is a test for me too by the way. I need to stay tuned into you, stay observant, be able to read your body. I’m hoping I know you well enough for this so I don’t fail. If anything goes wrong it’s me to blame not you. What do you reckon?
Will found the constant stream of questioning a bit overwhelming really. He was trying to remember the first question he was meant to answer but all he could think about was firstly how much he suddenly needed to pee ,and secondly how sweet and compassionate Sarah was. Part of him could easily start peeing right now as his penis was becoming less and less rigid and more prepared to release urine. Will wanted to please Sarah so badly though and he knew he did need to learn to trust her more. But could she really judge how desperate he was?
‘Mmmm. Sarah, please can I use your bathroom now?’
Sarah laughed. Not mockingly or nastily but lovingly and sexily.
‘Soon sweetheart. You can hold for longer yet. Let’s keep talking. I’ve been wondering. Did you ever use the toilets in previous jobs?’
Will fidgeted the best he could given the restrictions of his cuffed hands. He did need the toilet pretty badly but Sarah was right, he could hold for a little bit yet. Besides it was nice to actually get time to talk to Sarah alone. He just hoped she would release him soon though as it wasn’t easy to think when his bladder was so full. |
‘I’ve honestly never peed anywhere else other than in my own toilet since I was ten honey. Before I worked at software solutions I worked for another software company and they didn’t want to pay office prices so I worked from home. I was working for them when I bought my apartment. I’ve been 8 and a half years in that apartment, would you believe. I bought it brand new. I was just 21 when I bought it and I had been working less than a year. Thankfully those where the days when getting a mortgage was much easier. Prior to that I was at university studying computer science and I lived at home and worked part time at weekends. Before you ask I never used the toilets there either. After I left school at ten I was home educated and my parents paid for a tutor. Please could I em...pee now. I really need to babe.’
Sarah was enjoying hearing so much more about Will. He intrigued her on so many levels. Mostly she was enjoying him squirming about naked on the bed as his bladder filled more and more and his need for release continued to increase.
‘You’re ok just now Will. You’ll get to go soon. So you must have been desperate to pee loads since you only ever went at your parents or your own apartment. You know I think that shows absolutely amazing control. To be able to drink and go about your day and be absolutely unable to use a toilet away from home even when you really wanted to. You said before you never had any accidents either. That’s heroic honey. But tell me, you must have had some really close calls? I mean even since we’ve met you’ve been very very close to losing it but it only happened once. I’m in awe of that. Tell me about some other times then I can let you go.’
The absolute last thing Will wanted to talk about was anything bathroom related. His bladder was hard and full, his penis twitching, his legs bouncing.
Will grimaced and bounced on his knees longing for release. His last piss felt like an eternity ago. He was secretly enjoying himself and horny as anything but his body refused to show it as all he could do was squirm like crazy to avoid leaking on Sarah’s bed.
‘Oh. Can I piss first babe? I’m bursting to go here. I promise to tell you about them after I use the toilet. Can I?’
Sarah rubbed her hand over Will’s distended bladder and squeezed his penis closed.
‘Does that help babe?’
‘Mmmm. But I still need to go so bad.’
‘You’re ok Will. You hold all day at work. All day! That’s over 8 hours. You held all day at university. And if you go out. Remember the day you held all day at work then came to me for counselling and you still didn’t wet yourself? You’re fine Will honestly. So how about you tell me about a time you really had to go and I’ll help you hold? Deal?’
‘Mmmmm. Ok. Maybe get a towel though?’
‘You’re not that desperate babe. Honestly I can tell. If I think you need one I’ll get one. Now if you really want to use my bathroom then I suggest you tell me that story.’
Sarah had never been forceful with anyone. Truthfully if Will hasn’t been smiling and winking at her she would probably have released him ages ago. She could not deny though that seeing him like this and hearing him beg for the bathroom was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. The hormones flowing through her were making her hot so she slipped her dark grey top off to reveal a sexy pink lacy bra. Will’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
‘Mmmmm’
‘So was it at university? Or on your weekend job? Or before that when you had the tutor at home? Your call Will.’
‘You’re making it hard to think honey. Besides I really really need the loo. Ok. How about this time. I was about 11 or 12 and out of school. At first when I refused to go back there was loads of people pressuring my mum. She then turned that onto me. Then my dad would lecture me and so on but I stood my ground. I couldn’t ever face that school again. I knew I would get bullied and I think deep down my parents did too. I think they must have found out what happened eventually but after my mum trying to teach me, which was a disaster because my mum can’t ever cope without her career. She at least told me one day that I had saved her hundreds on child minder fees. God Sarah, can I pee yet?’
‘Nope. Keep going.’
Sarah undid her bra and caressed her nipples between her fingers, licking her fingers and rubbing her nipples until they enlarged and grew right in from of Will.
‘Ohhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oft I really have to piss bad babe. Yeah where was I? So yeah I wasn’t your typical pre-teen or anything. I wanted to learn and signed myself up for online stuff. Once they saw I was serious my dad paid for a tutor. Oh man I can’t get comfortable. Anyway the tutor came for six hours a day. I refused to piss if anyone was in the house other than my parents. Oh I was so glad they were not social people. Sarah, can I go? I’m really desperate.’
Sarah could see Will was squirming badly and struggling to concentrate. His coffee would easily have made its way to his bladder now so she kissed Will on the lips and leaned behind the headboard with the key ready to open it.
Then she stood on the bed, her bottom in Will’s face as she pulled off her jeans and tossed them on the floor and returned to sitting on the bed close to Will now with just pink lace knickers and her socks on and having not undone the handcuffs at all! |
With the mugs of urine safely on the bedside unit Sarah kissed Will intensely with him still padlocked to the bed. She only broke away when she heard her phone ring and she leaned over to see it was her mum’s nursing home.
‘Sorry Will I need to take this.’
Sarah clicked ‘answer’ and put the phone to her ear whilst simultaneously unlocking the padlocks on Wills’s wrists. Will could see Sarah was busy so despite being very aroused he headed for a shower hoping his clothes from yesterday would finally be dry by the time he came out.
Will so longed to play with himself in the shower. He could easily bring himself off after all that had just happened but whatever Sarah was now talking about, or whoever to, had clearly changed the atmosphere and even Will realised that it was time to get on with the day and think about heading home. Suddenly his stress levels increased as he caught sight of the bathroom clock and saw that it was almost 11:30am and he hadn’t even had breakfast or even started his Saturday list of chores he did every Saturday religiously. Will’s nerves were so high he never even noticed that Sarah had bought male shower gel for him. He washed and dried quickly and ran downstairs and fetched his clothes from the dryer, putting them on still warm.
Sarah always hated hearing from the home. She was an only child and her dad had left when she was a teenager leaving her alone with her older mum. It had broken her to have to admit defeat when a social worker suggested a nursing home for her mum only two years ago but Sarah knew it was this very decision that had enabled her to sustain her own business. She was still recovering financially from years of caring for her mum. Her extreme happiness and fun from moments ago was now replaced by tears as the home expressed growing concerns about her mum’s alertness and awareness as she had once again called her regular carer by Sarah’s name rather than Patsy. The last thing Sarah wanted was for Will to know any of this so she hoped to take him home as soon as possible before heading immediately to her mum’s home.
Will found himself downstairs alone, anxious, worried about Sarah, but suddenly feeling very helpless and vulnerable. His own phone was upstairs and he didn’t want to disturb Sarah to get it and call a taxi and he didn’t feel it right to leave without at least saying goodbye to Sarah. He decided the best thing he could do was make her a mug of tea. He filled the kettle and turned it on just as Sarah came into the kitchen, having clearly been crying.
‘Hi, Sorry hope you don’t mind. I put the kettle on to make you a tea. I thought you might want one?’
Sarah pulled a tissue from a small box that sat on a ledge near the windowsill and wiped her face.
‘Yes thanks. I should really eat soon too as I’m afraid I need to drop you home soon as I need to go out.’
‘Sarah I can call a taxi. Honestly. I’ll just go get my phone now.’
Will bounded up the stairs two at a time and came back with his phone in seconds.
‘I’ll just google a number then I’ll get away.’
Sarah ran over and took the phone out of Will’s hand and cuddled in as she sobbed.
‘Please don’t go yet Will.’
‘Oh. Of course if you don’t want me to. Let’s make that tea. It always helped when my mum was sick...’
Will had no idea what he had said but he immediately wished he could take it back. He hated how he couldn’t read people sometimes. He’d stick to making the tea. He could surely get that right?
Over a mug of tea and coffee for Will, Sarah told Will how her mother was in a nursing home and how she needed to go see her as she was slowly losing her memory and staff were concerned. She just needed to get a quick lunch then she would drop Will home and head to the home.
Will felt so uncomfortable seeing Sarah upset. She was always the confident, bold one against his extreme anxiety but the tables were turned and Will paused and thought before coming up with a ‘let me fix this’ plan, as he always did at work.
‘Sarah I don’t like you sad. I’m worried. Can I take you for a quick lunch, say McDonald’s, and then be with you when you see your mum? That’s if you want me to? I could wait in the car if you prefer? I want to help.’
Sarah knew how hard this was for Will. She thought about his chore list he had for Saturdays and how last weekend he proudly showed her it. She knew giving up his precious routine and even suggesting going somewhere new was huge for him. She knew how much he would find McDonald’s on a weekend lunch time incredibly difficult yet here he was suggesting all these things just to try and make her happy again. Sarah finished her tea and kissed Will on the cheek.
‘Thank you. I would really like that. A lot.’
Will gathered his stuff together and waited for Sarah as she quickly grabbed her phone, hand bag and coat. As they sat in the car and belted up Sarah thoughtfully suggested the drive through and Will noticeably relaxed.
Less than ten minutes later they were in the queue where they both ordered a large meal and Sarah added on two bottles of water, telling Will as they sat in the car park eating that the home was always much warmer than an average house and they would need water to stay hydrated. Between a mouthful of fries Will asked quietly,
‘So do you want me to come in?’
‘I was thinking if you feel up to it yes?’
‘I think I can do this.’
As she finished the last of her large sprite Sarah simply replied.
‘Thank you.’ |
Sarah gathered the rubbish from their meal and hopped out the car to dispose of it, remembering vividly how she had done the exact same thing a week ago and how she had then had a very delightful time at Will’s apartment which had started by them both being desperate to pee and peeing simultaneously in Will’s toilet with Sarah on the toilet with her legs open and Will peeing between her legs. The memory made her so happy she wished they were about to repeat that rather than visit her mum. She wasn’t desperate or anything but it did occur to her that she should probably use the ladies at the nursing home when she arrived.
Sarah climbed back into the car and started the engine, turning on the radio for company routinely despite actually having company for once. Will didn’t seem to object as Sarah noticed him slightly dosing as she drove the ten miles to her mum’s home on duel carriageways, through roundabouts and through high streets full of Saturday shoppers. This wasn’t how Sarah had planned her Saturday though she did always try and visit mum at least once on the weekend. She soon pulled into the familiar gate, with the flower and sunshine logo outside and parked in a visitor space. Will seemed quiet so Sarah smiled at him and reached out to touch his hand.
‘Do you still want to come in? I’d love you to meet my mum. She might call you ten different names though and ask the same question lots. Are you ok with that?’
Will smiled, thinking that it wasn’t long ago he himself could have done similar due to his level of anxiety and difficulties processing social conversations. He still struggled to remember people’s names even now.
Will wasn’t sure if he was physically tired or nervous so he was delighted to have the chance to zone out for a bit while Sarah put the radio on. It was strange not hearing the sat nav voice as the car moved as regardless where he went he always liked his sat nav on. The voice was so reassuring to him. His mind drifted to all the shared experiences he had so far had with Sarah and he not only felt a stirring in his trousers but his heart was racing with fondness for Sarah too. This seemed right somehow. When he was with Sarah everything was alright.
Now Sarah was asking him if he wanted to come in. He wanted to be with Sarah and he wanted to make sure she was ok so that was easy.
‘Yes. I want to be with you. Let’s do this together.’
Sarah held Will’s hand as they walked to the front door and buzzed for entry. As was common at certain times of day it took a while before anyone answered. The cold air sent a chill through Sarah and she found herself shifting from one leg to another.
‘I’d better pop to the loo when I get in Will before we see mum. I’ll just be a minute.’
Finally the buzzer was answered by a harassed and overworked member of staff who issued them both with visitor passes and signed them in.
‘Welcome to Wilson Home for the elderly. Who are you here to see please?’
‘I’m Sarah Henderson, daughter to Barbara Henderson. This is my....friend Will Highland. Thanks’
‘Oh of course. Apologies. It’s been a long shift and we are short staffed...again. I’ll take you to Barbara now.
Before Sarah could even find or use the ladies they wee both walking briskly behind Lydia who took them to a conservatory area where Sarah’s mum was sitting watching TV with a carer. The carer saw them coming and stood to greet them.
‘Oh Sarah, so good of you to come. I’m Patsy, your mum’s named carer and it was myself who asked them to call you. Sorry to disturb your weekend but I thought you should know how your mum is doing. She’s happy in herself, don’t worry about that, but she’s definitely not as alert as before and her memory is drifting. All last week she read my name and called me Patsy but yesterday and today she just keeps calling me Sarah. I thought maybe she just needed to see you? I’ll leave you here for a while and I’ll go change her bedsheets and freshen up her room. I’ll pop back with some tea soon.’
Will looked on the frail but well dressed and groomed lady before him and he immediately relaxed. Will wasn’t a people person at all but there was something about the innocence, frailty and smile on Barbara that made him feel at ease right away. He could see so much of Sarah in her mum and while Sarah and her mum’s carer spoke he sat beside the old lady and held her hand on his leg. No words, no introductions even, Will totally unsure what he should even say, so he just touched the lady gently and immediately connected. He looked up to see Sarah was moving around a bit and he suddenly recalled the fact she hadn’t used the ladies yet.
She’d probably go soon.
Patsy left and Sarah sat the other side of her mum having first kissed her cheek and said good afternoon.
‘Mum, this is my friend Will. I hope you don’t mind him coming to see you. How are you doing?’
‘I’m watching something Pam. Can you not see that. Are we having dinner tonight or not or I have to cook it myself again?’
Will wanted to laugh but instead sadness enveloped him. Sarah was welling up and she looked so lonely, down and rejected hearing her mum call her by another name. She sat crossed legged, her head down, her eyes looking at the carpet and Will just wanted to hold her and make everything better. He couldn’t help trying to fix things. He spoke quietly and gently.
‘Barbara, look again. Come here. Feel the hair, look at the sparking auburn colour. Listen to the tender voice. Feel her cheek. It’s Sarah your daughter.’
Will guided Barbara’s bent fingers through Sarah’s hair and onto her cheek and slowly turned her face to face her daughter.
‘Sarah? Sarah! Oh Sarah you’re here sweetheart. Let me hug you.’
Sarah moved towards her mum throwing her arms around her with tears running freely down her face.
Will had a way of fixing things. She didn’t know how but she knew she needed him. She could use a loo but right now her mum had just remembered who she was and she wasn’t going to leave her for such a trivial thing when she’d longed for this moment for so long. She’d just go later, maybe on the way out perhaps. Not now. Now she just wanted to be with her mum. |
Sarah hugged her mum tightly, never wanting to let go. She looked over at Will who was casually watching TV as if nothing special had just happened. Finally she caught his eye as she slowly let go of her mum as she smiled and winked at Will through her wet eyes. Will reached out and wiped Sarah’s tears from her cheek before nonchalantly commenting that some random person from Brighton was on the verge of winning thousands on the TV quiz.
‘I’ve never watched this before Barbara. So does that man just need to answer one more question to win? Hey I wish I could earn that much for just answering some general knowledge. This is more exciting that I thought it would be!’
Sarah laughed openly. For a man who couldn’t even speak when she first met him he couldn’t be more different now. Sarah loved how he could soften even the most tense situation by saying something so interesting. He was so genuine and so innocent and his naturalness was so appealing.
Laughing wasn’t the best idea though as suddenly she felt like she had to find the bathroom more urgently. It just didn’t feel right to leave though so she quickly crossed her legs tight and used her arms to pull her knees in towards her while swinging her top leg. For a moment the three of them watched to see if the jackpot would be won as the programme spun the whole affair out as long as possible. Sarah sat upright in her seat feeling every bit as tense as she thought the contestant would be. Since laughing just a minute ago her need to pee had became much more acute and unfortunately it didn’t seem to be subsiding at all. Sarah couldn’t help but wriggle to try and get more comfortable, thankful that both Will and her mum where more interested in the TV than her.
Before the show had climaxed Patsy returned, as promised, with a tray with mugs, tea pots, milk and sugar and a few biscuits.
‘Hi, Sorry I took so long. We’re a little short staffed today and I got a call to help a colleague. Help yourself, though your mum is scheduled to have dinner in 45 minutes so I haven’t put many biscuits out. Thanks again for coming. If you need anything else just ask.’
Sarah was just about to ask if there was a ladies she could use when Patsy rushed off. She didn’t feel it was acceptable to chase her so she would wait for her to come back for the tray and ask her then. She looked over to see her mum and Will holding hands both engrossed still with the screen in front of them. It was so surreal to see her mum and Will together, her mum having been a significant part of her life for four decades whilst Will had only been in her life a matter of weeks. She hadn’t expected Will to talk, or her mum to recognise her, or...well any of it. It was so unexpected. She almost felt guilty to interrupt them.
‘Mum, do you want a cuppa?’
‘Yes Patsy. The usual. Thanks’
Will immediately turned to Barbara.
‘Do you want to touch the hair again Barbara? Besides you think I came with Patsy? I mean she’s nice and all that but not a patch on your daughter, Sarah, now.’
Will leaned over and whispered to Barbara, gently and casually.
‘It’s Sarah lovely. Sarah, your daughter. with the beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes and sweetest voice. Patsy is away to cook dinner. Remember.’
‘I said Sarah, didn’t I? It’s that TV. You just heard me wrong.’
Sarah smiled at Will. She had to give him points for trying but twice in one day to hear her mum call her by her name was stretching things, even for superhero Will.
Sarah stood up to reach the teapots to pour her mum a drink. It didn’t matter if her mum forgot what she took in it as Sarah knew regardless. Leaning down to the coffee table Sarah found herself doing a sort of courtesy as her bladder reminded her of a need to be emptied. Pouring water was the last thing she wanted to do as she had to move to get more control.
‘You ok Sarah? I’m not a huge fan of tea normally but it’s so warm in here, as you said it would be, so if there’s enough could I have a cup? You should have one too Sarah as you could end up getting a headache in this warmth.’
Sarah was warm, and thirsty, but she mostly wished she knew where the toilet was and that she felt able to excuse herself. She’d definitely need to ask as soon as she saw a staff member. She could feel her need increasing fast.
Still she poured three teas out before answering Will quietly.
‘I’m ok. Well sort of. It’s just...I’ll be fine.’
Will knew what was wrong, how could he not, but it wasn’t his place to say. Besides he could hardly help Sarah when he had never set foot in the building before nor did he know any of the staff. Besides if Sarah wasn’t willing to say she was busting for the toilet he could hardly ask on her behalf. He watched with interest as he added a little milk to his mug and stirred his tea. He handed the milk to Sarah who added a little to her own mug and some to her mums before stirring in a spoon of sugar for her mum.
Sarah lifted the mug and handed it to her mum, though Will took it first and sat it back down on the edge of the table.
‘I’m not sure she can hold it? Does she manage usually? It’s not easy to hold liquid for long is it? I think I should help don’t you?’
Will was well aware of the double meaning to his words every bit as Sarah was. He was trying to help her admit her need party to help her and party because hearing her say it turned him in so much. It seemed a bit out of character for Sarah to be so evasive about needing to pee since they both shared such a passion for omorashi but Will could sense being with her mum seemed to change Sarah and make her embarrassed about admitting a basic need. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a reason behind it or if it was just Sarah wanting to treasure what precious time she had with her mum. |
Will far preferred coffee to tea but, just as Sarah had said earlier, the home was way too hot and any liquid was welcome right now. He sipped at his cup and lifted Barbara’s to help her as he noticed, despite her already full bladder, that Sarah was sipping hers too. Will’s mind was taking him to places he ought not to go to but he honestly couldn’t help himself. Seeing Sarah restless, squirming but trying to hide her need was such a huge turn on. He crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
The quiz had ended on the TV and Barbara seemed much less interested in the current affairs programme now on. Will helped her sip some more tea as he tried getting to know her more, partly because he felt that’s what was expected and partly because he did actually like her, which surprised him greatly as Will wasn’t a people lover in any way. He reckoned the fact she had similar looks and mannerisms to her daughter plus the fact she held no power or agenda like others helped her break the rules. Will was so uncomfortable trying to start a conversation but he tried his best. Sarah seemed so fixated with her own troubles, both physically and emotionally that she was struggling.
‘So Barbara, what’s it like here? Is the food good?’
‘Oh it’s nice here. You should get a room...what was your name again? The room service is good and the bed nice. The bar is a bit rubbish though but the entertainment is fair. It’s popular too. There’s a big guest list you know.’
Once again Will wanted to laugh, this time though he actually did.
Sarah looked at him sadly and suddenly Will felt he had somehow let her down badly. He hated that feeling and he just wasn’t sure what he had done. Barbara was funny, and while it was obvious her memory was fading, she was spirited and smart and she’d obviously been to many a bar in her youth.
Sarah was torn. Whilst she loved seeing her mum, and she was so happy Will seemed relaxed around her mum too, she also needed away now as seeing and hearing her mum was tearing her heart in two. She felt so uncomfortable and anxious, not helped one but by the fact she had an over full bladder and longed to find a bathroom. She hoped the residents would be eating soon so she could nip to a loo and drop Will home. She needed a good cry and time to be alone and think. First she needed to wee though. She looked around longing to catch the attention of a staff member and her heart beat faster as she saw Patsy heading over looking bright and cheerful. It must be time for dinner and therefore she could pee and get out of here.
Will was busy sipping his tea and thinking over what Barbara had just said when suddenly Patsy was almost beside them, clearly animated and excited.
‘Oh Sarah, thank goodness you are still here. Peter and Mandy have just come in. They don’t always come at this time on a Saturday but, anyway, they have today and I’m just so glad they did. I told them you were here and they said they would love to talk with you, if you want to of course? They can say much more than I could on the phone, being the owners and all that. Oh I’m so glad you can talk to them. You can stay ten minutes to meet them can’t you? They told me just to take you to their office right away.’ She paused and looked over at Will and Barbara.
‘Now Barbara you know Sarah and Will need to go now. Sarah will be back next weekend, remember? And I’m here to take you to dinner now. It’s roast beef tonight. You love that.’
‘Oh do I? Is Alex here yet. I’ll keep him a seat anyway.’
Will watched as Sarah’s eyes filled and a tear rolled silently down her cheek. As Patsy walked over to get Barbara Will took Sarah’s arm in his as she stood up, awkward and upset.
‘Sarah’, he said quietly, ‘do you want me to come in or I can wait in the car? I would rather be with you but it’s your call.’
Sarah drew herself close to Will allowing his arms to surround her. She wanted to cry but she hated feeling fragile and weak. Will wanted to make everything better. He couldn’t cure Sarah’s mum but maybe he could at least sort something else for her.
He bend down slightly to whisper in her ear.
‘Do you want me to ask where the loo is babe. You’ve been holding ages and you look absolutely bursting sweetie.’
Hidden in Will’s arms Sarah was still squirming, dancing and even holding herself with her back to everyone. As much as Will was hard as a brick and horny he knew Sarah needed all her concentration on this meeting. He could soon replay this in his head, as he knew he already would, and sort his own need out later.
Patsy had now hooked Barbara’s arm in hers as she guided her along the corridor and beckoned for them to follow.
‘Yes to both Will. Thank you,’ was all Sarah could muster through pent up tears.
‘Patsy, would it be at all possible to use the bathrooms before we see the owners at all? Thanks.’
Will was amazed at his own courage but he knew Sarah needed him.
‘Oh, that’s not as easy as it should be Will. It’s just we make sure to take all the residents right before every meal. It’s our policy to try and prevent...you know...but Peter and Mandy won’t be long and by the time you come out the clients will all be eating. Any other time it would have been no problem. Sorry about that.’
Will looked over at Sarah who was even more tearful now. Will felt so helpless and sorry for her but he really didn’t know what else he could do. |
Will and Sarah entered the owner’s office hand in hand, both anxious and emotional, and sat down on two separate upright cushioned chairs opposite a large and cluttered desk. The room had a cold air about it, painted in neutral colours and Will sensed it was a room that held sad news often. As if to confirm his thoughts his eyes were drawn to a box of man size open tissues near the centre of the large table. They sat on top of piles of papers surrounding a closed laptop and several discarded mugs. The room was small, musty and tucked away.
With just Will and Sarah in the room Sarah whispered.
‘I hope this is quick. I’m worried Will.’
Will lifted his hand and laid it gently on top of Sarah’s. He struggled to find the words, suddenly feeling dry and his heart beating fast. Before he could say anything though two people, who Will presumed to be Mandy and Peter, walked confidently in. Peter was tall, solemn looking and appeared fit. He was dressed in full business gear of suit, shirt and tie and shook Sarah and Will’s hands firmly. Beside him Mandy looked much smaller, more rounded and bubbly and her dress was much warmer, more approachable but non the less professional. She had on a flower calf length flowery dress with a suit jacket to match and she smiled warmly at both Will and Sarah as she shook their hands much more affectionately.
The owners sat down divided by the large table and Peter was the first to speak. His deep strong voice matched his demeanour exactly.
‘Good afternoon. It’s great to see you again Sarah, and to meet you...’
The silence lasted longer than was comfortable as Will had no idea what was expected. Sarah finally rescued him...
‘Will. This is my boyfriend Will.’
‘Great to see you Will. I hope my staff here have made you welcome? Sarah, I was going to phone you again. I know we chatted just over a week ago now but I was very aware you were working and our time was limited. You probably saw for yourself today how your mum is doing. Physically, at least, she appears well.’
Sarah shifted about in her seat uncomfortably. Will noticed Mandy seemed rather uncomfortable too. He assumed she was finding the whole situation, like he was, so difficult. She had her legs tightly crossed and she was looking at the door as if willing it all to be over.
‘She’s eating and drinking well, not unwell, and sleeping fine. She’s such a lovely woman Sarah and we are so delighted to have her here.’
Will noticed Sarah was bouncing her knee and biting her lip. He imagined how much she must be dying to use the bathroom now as she looked so full and ready to burst. He hoped, for Sarah’s sake, this would be over soon.
‘But as you are aware we have been having growing concerns about your mum’s memory. It started with her walking into the wrong rooms, then forgetting to brush her hair and it’s moved quickly on to her forgetting names, places, and even questions just asked. My staff have been noting everything down and last week I called her GP to see if she could be seen. Dr Waymouth say her yesterday afternoon and unfortunately the news isn’t good.’
Peter paused as the silence in the room was only interrupted by Sarah fidgeting and Mandy tapping her foot.
‘Sarah, I’m really sorry to tell you that your mum has dementia. Rest assured we will continue to do everything to look after her. She can remain here and my staff are thoroughly trained to cope. At this point we can’t say how fast or slow things will progress but we are keeping records and the GP has said he will call back in a fortnight and see how things are again. Do you have any questions?’
Sarah knew this was coming but still she felt like she had just been punched in the stomach by an cannon ball. Her stomach ached, her bladder ached and her head felt like it was about to explode. She instinctively pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them as she rocked both from hearing the news and from absolutely desperation to release her bladder.
Will wasn’t sure if he was about to say the worst thing ever or if Sarah even wanted what he did but he suddenly felt like he was suffocating. With his head beating so fast he felt dizzy, he broke the silence to quietly whisper to Sarah.
‘Sarah, do you want some fresh air?’
Will knew Sarah needed time to process what she had just been told but he also knew she was ready to explode from a full bladder and if they ‘went for air’ he could maybe at least help her find a bathroom. He couldn’t cure her mum but maybe he could save his girlfriend from an accident she would forever struggle with.
Mandy stood up and moved towards Sarah, resting her arm on her shoulder, rubbing it gently.
‘Peter and I will give you some space. You will need to excuse me a minute anyway as unfortunately I really must visit the ladies quite urgently and I will pick up some leaflets for you on my way back. If you have any questions we’ll be right back.’
Will gulped and hoped he wasn’t embarrassing Sarah at all but he was so worried about her and she looked like she was about to wet herself any second as she rocked and squirmed in the seat with tears in her eyes.
‘Actually, Mandy, would you mind showing Sarah where the ladies are? The poor girl has been bursting since we arrived an hour and a half ago and honestly I think she’s close to having an accident here.’
As if suddenly being given permission to show her need openly Sarah suddenly threw both hands between her legs and continued to rock, her legs stiffened and shaking as if she was masterbating.
‘I’m so sorry’ she sobbed.
Mandy grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her to standing.
‘Come on Sarah. Let’s get you some relief. I have to piss like you wouldn’t believe too. Quick!’
Mandy pulled Sarah out the room with Peter close behind leaving Will alone in the office, with nothing but his own raging hard on for company. |
Sarah was so glad to be out of that room. She longed to be out of the nursing home completely but right now that couldn’t happen until she was able to use a toilet. She had serious doubts she would even make it to the car park dry right now let alone her car! Mandy was pulling her by the arm along a wide corridor, around a corner and down some stairs, the whole time Sarah was aware that any second the damn would break and she would be swimming in urine.
Finally Mandy stopped, pushed open a door and lead Sarah in. Sarah hoped with all her heart it was a ladies with more than one stall. Instead they entered a small staff room with padded seats in a square, a coffee table in the centre and kitchen units against one wall. Sarah had seconds to see it before being pushed through another door that finally seemed to be a bathroom. Inside she was faced with two doors, one with the traditional ladies image on the other with the gents sign. Mandy was already rushing into the ladies loo and Sarah pushed open the gents no longer caring what anyone thought as she could feel herself about to burst open. Her bladder hurt, her lower back hurt and her head was pounding. As Sarah pulled her clothes aside she sat on the cold plastic toilet seat and cried as her body slowly allowed itself to relax. Allowing her body to release its waste fluid seemed to give it permission to release the stress, upset and pressure Sarah also felt in her heart. As warm light yellow liquid poured violently from Sarah’s bladder her tears streamed silently down her face, dripping onto her top. While still peeing hard Sarah pulled a little piece of toilet roll away to wipe her face as she looked down and noticed that her clothing wasn’t as dry as she had hoped.
Today had started so lovely by handcuffing a desperate Will to her bed but now the day was fast going downhill, and Sarah couldn’t help but wonder if this was all some sort of karma for preventing Will from peeing that morning.
Will’s heart was beating so fast he could hear it thumping loudly in the otherwise silence of the room. From the first Sarah voiced her need to pee over 90 minutes previously as they buzzed to get into the home, to her subtle knee bouncing as they had tea with her mum, to her cute courtesy pee dance as she poured her mum and Will more tea, to her frantic open holding and bouncing in the office minutes before, Will was struggling to prevent his own explosion from his very erect and swollen penis. He was so on edge but so in danger of being caught, verging on having wet underwear which he imagined may also be the case from his awesome girlfriend. Oh how he wanted to be watching her pee, touching her underwear and smelling the scent of pee dribbles that had escaped. Will closed his eyes and felt his huge member twitch with utter desire. He was close, so close, to exploding without so much as even stroking once. The fact he could be walked in on at any moment only heightening the sexual tension within him. It was risky, very risky, but Will was physically shaking with the need for sexual release.
Will walked over behind the large desk and over towards the window, facing the wall to disguise the huge bulge in his tan trousers. He allowed his mind to wander to his date the night before and how Sarah had peed outside in front of her own car through her tights and underwear. He thought about her 90 minutes of holding he had just witnessed and wondered if she had maybe wet herself on accident again. His penis twitched so much as Will turned and walked over to the large office chair that Peter had just been sitting on. He grabbed the back of the chair to steady himself as he thrust against the back of the fabric on the chair feeling the friction against his dick through his trousers. Will closed his eyes and pictured Sarah peeing a long hard stream through her underwear, as he remembered the taste, smell and touch from the last time she did something like that and gave him her wet pants to keep. Will rubbed against the chair a little more as,his eyes still closed, he recalled wrapping the same wet pants around his own erect penis while Sarah watched. With one last thrust Will found himself feeling a huge release into his underwear relishing the warmth and stickiness around the tip of his swollen penis and down the shaft. Will leaned forward and grabbed a tissue from the box, bend down on his knees as if tying his laces, now hidden behind the desk, while he unzipped his trousers rubbing his wet and sticky cotton boxers around his long erection before risking pulling his penis out and drying it as best he could with the tissue.
Will heard footsteps so he threw the tissue away in the bin, pushed his member away and fastened up quickly, his heart racing and sweat sticking to the back of his shirt. He briefly saw a wet circle on his trousers, around the size of a one pound coin and he tried to pull his sleeveless pullover down to hide it. Will raced back to look out the window, as casually as he could, as the door to the room opened and Peter walked back in.
‘Are the ladies not back yet? Honestly I can not apologise enough for my wife. She’s so embarrassing excusing herself like that. If I’ve told her once I have told her hundreds of times that she really must learn to control herself. Us men are much better at controlling our bodies aren’t we? I can’t imagine a man getting himself in a position where he needed relief that urgently. Goodness me no!
Your poor girlfriend mate. I was just away to check on Barbara there so I could leave Sarah knowing her mum is at least well and being looked after. I can assure you my staff are well trained and caring you know. This is more than just a business to me.
I’ll just go get those leaflets shall I? Honestly Mandy was meant to get them. Huh.’
As Peter left the room again, Will let out the breathe he had subconsciously been holding since the door had opened. Will needed a drink, a strong coffee preferably.
Will took deep breaths and sat down where he had been previously, his head down and resting on his arms as he felt a sudden urge to pee.
It was time to get out of here. What was holding Sarah up? |
Finally finishing her long pee Sarah pulled her wet knickers up followed by her jeans. The wetness of her pants against her vaginal lips made her feel so sexually aroused and her jeans felt much more comfortable now her bladder had deflated. It wasn’t until Sarah fastened her jeans that she realised just how wet her crotch really was. Embarrassed and horrified she pulled her grey top down as far as she could in a vain attempt to hide it. She turned and flushed the toilet and tentatively opened the door to the sink. Mandy was busy washing her hands and Sarah hoped she wasn’t about to start talking. The only thing Sarah wanted right now was to get back to Will and get home.
‘Sorry for going in first there. It was an...emmm.....emergency. I’d been with Peter for hours and there just wasn’t anywhere to go. I would have went before the meeting but...well nevermind. At least I made it. I hope you did too?’
Mandy wasn’t actually looking at Sarah while she spoke, other than indirectly via the mirror above the sink. That meant at the most she could see Sarah’s face and chest but nothing lower. Even though Sarah knew that she still rested her hands in front of her crotch to hide where she had wet. With her head bowed she whispered.
‘Not quite.’
Mandy turned around to see Sarah as her eyes scanned her from the top of her bright auburn hair to the bottom of her feet, pausing as she saw Sarah’s hands attempting to cover the crotch of her jeans.
‘Oh. Sorry. I’m really sorry. It’s happened to me so often. Are you ok?’
‘Yeah. I’m just heading home now. Thanks.’
Mandy stepped aside to let Sarah access the sink while she dried her hands on a paper towel. Sarah didn’t want to talk about it but Mandy had other ideas. Sarah turned on the tap and pressed soap on her hands.
‘Sarah, can I ask you something?’
‘Yeah. I guess so.’
‘Will you tell Will what happened?’
Sarah turned and looked at Mandy, the joint owner of her mums nursing home, for all intensive purposes a stranger to her, yet asking what Sarah felt was very personal question. She hadn’t expected that question, nor did she feel in any way like answering it.
Sarah remained silent though she could feel her neck turning red. She busied herself washing and drying her hands and then pulled the door open to guide Mandy out, still having not answered her.
‘Sorry, that was a bit nosy of me. It’s just well...Peter...’
Mandy didn’t bother saying more. With the door to the corridor open she couldn’t risk it. Sarah had too much on her mind to have room to worry what on earth Mandy was talking about. She just wanted to get Will and get herself out of here urgently. Mandy seemed anxious but not a patch on how Sarah felt, as she walked back to the managers office as quickly as she could.
The ladies hadn’t gone far when they heard Peter chatting to a member of his staff and a client, laughing and joking freely. Sarah felt it a little odd given how recently he had just delivered somber news to her, but maybe she was just feeling a little over sensitive and emotionally fragile. Despite the ladies walking quickly and quietly Peter noticed them and walked briskly over to them. Sarah felt vulnerable, mortified, and worried. She pulled at her top to stretch it as far as she could and stood crossed legged with her hands over her thighs.
‘Oh there you are ladies! You took your time. Everything alright? Sarah I really am sorry about your mum. Don’t hesitate to call me anytime if you want to talk about it. My door is always open for you.’
Sarah felt even more uncomfortable than ever. Peter just seemed to change like the wind. Just seconds ago he was laughing loudly and now being sympathetic and friendly, almost too friendly?
Will’s face was hot and red. He was angry at what he had done and suddenly panicking that the room may have cameras. He’d allowed himself to get carried away somewhere he absolutely shouldn’t have. He needed out of there and fast. He thought he heard Peter’s voice nearby so he grabbed Sarah’s handbag and pushed the office door open. He could see Mandy and Sarah along the corridor facing him, blocked in front by Peter who was leaning with one hand on the wall preventing the girls from passing. Will felt even more uncomfortable. Social situations were often a huge confusion to him but an uneasiness swept over him as he walked towards the three adults, the ladies aware of his approach but Peter oblivious.
‘Sarah you look a little awkward? Are you ok? Oh don’t tell me you never made it? You know we’ve plenty clients here with those sort of troubles so if you ever need, you know, some protection, just say. In a place like this we have cupboards full of them. I could show you were it is if you want me too?’
Peter had switched back to grinning and smiling and winked at Sarah as he spoke.
Mandy quickly hooked her arm in Sarah’s as she looked to Will.
‘Oh Will! Sorry we took so long. I had to take Sarah to a set of loos further away as the clients were in the nearby ones. Then we got chatting. I’m sure you two will be keen to be getting away now.’
At the mention of Will Peter changed again, immediately standing straight and turning around to face him.
Sarah let her arm escape from Mandy as she made a beeline for Will. Will grabbed his girlfriend’s hand tight as he turned to walk to the front door as briskly as he could. He wanted out. Oh he really needed the bathroom but going now was not even a consideration. Even Will could work that one out.
Mandy caught up with them to remove Sarah’s visitor lanyard as Will grabbed his own and almost threw it at Mandy, who used her own lanyard to unlock the door just as Peter drew closer to shake both their hands.
Peter held out his hand but neither Sarah nor Will responded. They were out the door and heading for Sarah’s car before the door even closed behind them. |
Sarah pressed the automatic central locking on her car as soon as her car was in sight and Will and herself were inside pulling their seat belts on in seconds. Sarah was about to start the car when something stopped her.
‘Will, listen. Isn’t that Peter’s voice?’
From a nearby window, the very one Will had been looking out of not ten minutes before, they could hear raised voices. It was definitely and unmistakable Peter and what sounded like Mandy too. Will just wanted to head right away, party due to his anxiety but mostly due to the fact he urgently needed a bathroom visit. Urgent was a bit of an understatement as he found himself pinching himself through his trousers as he felt himself close to bursting, the dampness from his earlier session making things worse.
‘It is Sarah but maybe we should..em...just head away.’
‘Will, my mum is living there. That man is in charge. Shhh. Listen.’
Listening was the absolute last thing Will wanted to do but he had very little choice as Sarah had the power as the driver right now. For the second time in one day the release of his bladder was completely under her control, except this time she actually had no idea he so desperately had to wee. Still Will could hear voices and a part of him was curious. There was something about Peter that made him very uneasy but he just couldn’t figure out what. With his legs crossed tightly he did his best to listen with Sarah.
‘I will say whatever I like to whoever I like Mandy and you have absolute no control over me at all. You have a bloody cheek to speak to me like that when you had the audacity to leave a professional meeting with a distressed client just to use the toilet. How many times have I warned you that that sort of behaviour is utterly deplorable and punishable. You hear me! If you can not so much as take charge over your own bladder then you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Have you any idea how embarrassed I was when my own wife told an upset client that her bladder was more important than her Alzheimer’s mum? Don’t you know that Miss Henderson is a therapist? Stop and think you stupid woman! She has contacts. She is seeing people who have problems. That could mean elderly relatives. She has bloody influence to send more paying clients our way! And you could have ruined that by what? An inability to hold your piss in five more minutes! Seriously!’
‘I’m sorry. Honest I am. But the way you looked at Sarah! The way you spoke to her. You’re supposed to be MY husband. And you knew full well I was desperate to go! I’d been with you in the business meeting in town, drinking with your friends. You heard me say in the car but still you wouldn’t let me go. It was either I made an excuse or wet myself in front of that couple. Is that what you really wanted? I saw the way you looked at Sarah. I’m not stupid!’
‘Look I’ve told you. You go when I say so and no other time. End of conversation.’
As the voices stopped Sarah started her car and looked over at Will before turning back to facing forwards to drive. The space in front was free so Sarah drove through to the next row in preference to reversing.
‘Will did you hear all that? I think I need to get my mum out of there. What do you think?’
‘Mmmm. Ohhh. Yeah definitely honey.’
Sarah indicated to leave the car park of the home and was busy watching the road but she had noticed Will’s voice struggle and she could hear him moaning under his breath.
‘You ok Will? I don’t t know about you but I’m starving. Do you want dropped at yours or do you fancy a take away at mine?’ Oh I really thought on a Saturday evening the roads would be much less busy. I wonder if there was a sports event on or something?’
Will was reaching his limit. He could usually hold his bladder for very long periods of time but he’d only pissed once today and that was after Sarah had finally released him from handcuffs earlier this morning. Besides after sexual release his need to pee was always 100 percent more urgent and harder to hold back. He undid the fly of his tan trousers, the very ones he had worn to their date last night and which Sarah had washed last night for him. He pulled his fly down and put his hand inside to massage his penis. He could almost imagine letting go right now and feeling the warm wetness run down the inside of his legs. He closed his eyes tight and squeezed himself hard.
‘Mmmm. Oh I’m quite hungry too. Ohhh. Shit. Babe is there like a supermarket or something around here do you know? It’s just, you know...’
Sarah had to concentrate as she approached a busy junction leading to a five exit roundabout.
‘Just a minute Will while I get through here and onto the A road. I’m not as familiar with this bit since they changed it. What was that you were saying?’
Will bent forward with his hand clenching himself tightly. He could feel himself right on the edge. He opened Sarah’s glove box in desperation praying she had an empty bottle he could use to alleviate some of the pressure. He was in a lot of discomfort but he could see Sarah needed to focus on driving as it was getting darker by the minute and the traffic was heavy. He looked around to see if there were any signs of a supermarket or even a fast food restaurant they could detour to but the traffic was too congested and there were too many large buildings to see anything much at all.
For a moment Sarah thought about nothing else other than getting into the road she wanted and Will thought of nothing else other than the fact he had an excruciating urgent need to urinate and nowhere to go. He kneeded and stroked and pinched his penis for all he was worth through his damp boxers while his other hand nursed at his swollen and hard bladder. He moaned softly as sweat collected on his forehead as if he was running a marathon.
Finally Sarah indicated to pull off the roundabout onto the A road and she gained speed as she headed in the direction for Springland. The sign saying 23 miles to Springland brought tears to Will’s eyes. He knew it had taken half an hour to drive here and there was just no way his body could wait that long to pee.
‘Sarah, do you know if there’s anywhere we could stop soon. I could do with....I sort of would like...it’s just....fuck Sarah I’m about to piss myself so badly here. I’m literally bursting sweetheart. Please please could you pull in somewhere as soon as. So sorry.’
‘Oh Will. I had no idea. Is it bad?’
Will slipped his hand inside his boxers and rubbed his thumb over the tip of his throbbing penis.
‘Really bad Sarah. Really really bad. It’s ready to come.’ |
‘Ok Will. You trust me, right? Just hold on sweetheart and as soon as I can I will pull over or something. You know I actually can’t remember when you last went and I’ve been with you all day! It’s almost 6pm. When did you last pee?’
‘Oh God. I so need to go babe. It was...it was this morning when you got the call and released me. You know...oh Sarah I’m honestly gonna piss myself..when you handcuffed me? How much longer before you can stop?’
‘Oh my word! No wonder you are so bursting! Have you had to go long? You must be so desperate honey!’
‘Mmmmm. Oh shit this is bad! It came on strong. When I was alone in the office. I’m not joking. I HAVE to piss so bad.’
Will was bouncing in the seat, squirming around and fondling his penis and testicles directly with his hand inside his open trousers and boxers. His teeth were clenched, sweat pouring from his forehead, his whole body tense and agitated. He could not sit still as he bent forward rubbing and pinching himself as wave after wave of urgency pushed through him so strong it was all he could do to stop himself screaming. Tears gathered in his eyes, his cheeks red with exertion, as he pushed his body to a place of extreme. He moaned and whined uninhibited and desperate.
‘You’re doing great. Keep it up. I’m sure there’s a lay-by not far away. I’ll pull in there. Just keep hanging on. You can do this!’
‘I have to piss. I have to piss. I really have to piss’ Will repeated over and over as if neither he nor Sarah were aware of it. His penis twitched and each twitch sent another urgent wave through Will’s body and he struggled to hold back. He pinched, stroked, squeezed and rubbed his dick for all he was worth internally begging it to not let urine escape despite his whole body pumping urine in its direction. He was full, more than full, and about to burst. Every second felt like an eternity.
Will looked around the car in a panic. Any second now his body was about to burst open and out of respect for Sarah he didn’t want to soak her car yet again. He saw something and knew he had no choice.
He turned to his side, bending as low as the seat belt allowed, faced the window and pulled out his member, pointing it low and squeezing it tightly into the small plastic door storage used for papers, small items of rubbish or maps. As he did so a warm squirt immediately spurted out into the door storage, collecting at the bottom and speeding along the thin plastic area. Will’s face was bright red, his body struggling, urgent longing consuming him. Quietly, embarrassed Will muttered,
‘I’m sorry Sarah. I’ll dry it out when we get to yours. It’s just I have to. It won’t stay in. I’m unable to do this. I can’t stop it.’
‘Look Will, I’m just approaching the lay by now. Just hold another 30 seconds or so.’
Will squeezed for all he was worth but still another squirt leaked, dripping continuously from his throbbing penis into the door storage. The plastic storage pocket was long but so thin and as another longer spurt escaped Will watched as warm foaming urine filled the tiny store area three quarters full. Will pinch his penis closed moaning loudly.
‘I can’t stop it. I’m so sorry. So sorry. I have to piss. I have to piss. Please stop. I have to piss.’
Sarah glanced briefly over at Will as she indicated to pull over. He was sweating, shaking and hunched over awkwardly towards the passenger door. Sarah longed to help him, console him, kiss him. Seeing him so desperate was such a huge turn on but she hated the idea of Will in pain. She just wanted to make everything ok for the man she deeply cared about.
‘Will I’m stopping sweetheart. You need to stop too. I’ll come open your door right now. Just hold on a few more seconds.’
Sarah pulled into the empty lay-by as quickly and safely as she could, putting her car in neutral, pulling on her hand brake and turning her engine off in seconds. She unclicked her seatbelt and stroked Will’s back to reassure him.
‘Just please let me out. I have to piss. It’s coming out again. Please.’
Sarah opened the driver’s door and ran round the back of her car to open Will’s door. He could have opened it himself but she figured he either had no hands free or he was in too much discomfort to think. She loved seeing him pee so she certainly wasn’t going to complain. It was dark and overcast but as Sarah opened the passenger door the internal light of her car and headlights of passing traffic lit enough for her to see everything she wanted to.
As she pulled the door open warm pee splashed from the door as Sarah saw exactly what Will had been doing. She then looked at Will, his bond curly hair wet with sweat as he hunched over, his trousers open, penis poking out from his exposed boxers covered by his sweating damp hands. Will was already facing the open door so Sarah gently prised his tightly wrapped fingers open, Will’s face facing the ground as he moaned but slowly relaxed.
Sarah could believe her eyes as warm urine poured out of Will’s body so fast and thickly as she took control of his penis gently holding and guiding it as he other hand stroked Will’s hair affectionately.
‘Oh wow. You held so much Will. You are wonderful. I can’t believe how much you held. You must have had to go so so bad sweetheart. It’s ok now. You are ok. Let go handsome. It’s all ok now.’ |
Sarah gave Will’s penis one last shake as the final few drops fell onto the lay-by ground, the smell of urine strong and powerful. Aware how public they were she was glad to see Will then move his legs inside the car again and as he did so she closed his door and walked back round to the driver’s side.
Sarah put on her seatbelt and turned her engine on smiling to herself. She thought just how far Will had come from the terrified anxious man she met just a few weeks previously. She was immensely fond of him and could not imagine life without him and he turned her on more than anyone she had ever met. Even now, in a lay-by on a busy road, early evening on a Saturday in late February she was incredibly aroused by the fact Will had just urinated in her car door and on the roadside. She just wasn’t sure how appropriate it was to let Will know quite the effect his desperation and peeing had on her. She did feel he should know just how much she liked him though.
‘Will, that was lovely. Thank you for letting me do that for you. Are you ok?’
‘Sort of. I’m just..well so sorry about your car again Sarah. First I piss myself in it now this. Honestly I usually have much stronger control. I don’t know what’s happened to me. I’m so sorry.’
As she continued to drive along the A road Sarah tried to make Will feel better, periodically stroking his leg with her left hand between changing gears.
‘I know what’s happened Will. Think about it honey. You are so much more relaxed than you have ever been. Just take a minute and think about just how far you have come. We only met a matter of weeks ago and you couldn’t speak to me or even relax in my company. You cried because your bladder would not release in the bathrooms in my work no matter how bad you needed it to. Just think about all the places you have peed since then...the sink in McDonald’s, my house, Starbucks, a jug in my living room, outside in the car park of the cinema, at the side of the road, and in your work? Didn’t you say you had been there now? I am so so proud of you. You do know that don’t you? You do know I think the world of you Will Highland?’
Will was tired, embarrassed and frustrated at himself. He was surrounded by the constant smell and splashing of urine as the door beside him remained full of warm yellow liquid that he had put there. It was so sweet of Sarah to talk about his progress but she had no need to feel proud of him. He was a loser, a failure, and she deserved so much better. She’d just found out less than an hour ago that her mum had Alzheimer’s and here he was pissing in her car. What sort of idiot does that to someone he cared about? With his head facing the floor Will replied quietly.
‘I’m afraid I actually haven’t went at work yet. I’ve found the gents now but I still can’t get myself to...you know. That’s the reason I wet myself yesterday before our date. I’m so ashamed of myself. You deserve so much better Sarah. You deserve a man who can control himself, protect you, respect your property and help you through what’s going on with your mum. I care about you. I mean that. God I find you a hell of an attractive woman but I’ve just pissed in the door of your car. You don’t need someone who does that. No-one does. Please could you drop me at mine. Thanks.’
Sarah was approaching a junction. Straight ahead took her the few more minutes to Will’s apartment, left took her a few minutes to her own house. She hesitated but knew she had to respect what Will wanted even if she didn’t agree.
She drove straight ahead.
Will got out quietly when Sarah pulled into his apartment block. Ever since pulling to the side of the road Will had changed but Sarah had no idea why. There was no goodbye kiss, just a muttered thank you and that was that. Will had leaned into the back seat and grabbed his bag before closing Sarah’s passenger door gently to ensure no more urine splashed on her car. He’d caused her enough damage already, she didn’t need more.
Will entered his flat silently wishing he hadn’t went on his date with Sarah after all. He had no regrets about meeting her, even making love to her, but he hated himself, really hated himself, for being so unprofessional and having so little control of his own body that he would piss in her car door. That was something a drunk man would do not a sober, professional man who had just been with a friend while they heard bad news.
Will was hungry and thirsty but felt so unworthy to even see to his physical needs. Not only had he pissed over his friend’s car she had no idea that he had brought himself to sexual climax in the very room she had just been told about her mum, and not only that but it was witnessing his very friend desperate to pee that had stimulated him in the first place.
Guilt consumed Will like a lion devouring its prey. He didn’t even feel like switching on the TV. He’d let himself down badly, even worse he had let Sarah down and there was nothing he could do to make it right. She deserved so much more. She was an angel to his demon, at least that’s what his mind told him.
Sarah’s mind was running a marathon as she tried to figure out what she had said to trigger Will. Was it the mention of work, or the fact he still hadn’t managed to pee there yet even after six years in the same place? Was he worried about pissing in her car or had she over stepped the mark by holding his penis as he released, perhaps invading his privacy? He’d let her do that before though, so what had changed? She had no idea. Tears stung in her eyes though as the reality of losing Will became stronger.
She pulled into her driveway, opened her front door and allowed the tears to flow feeling lonelier and more heartbroken than she had ever had in her life. She was tired, hungry and thirsty but it was so hard to cook, drink or relax knowing things just weren’t right with Will.
She put the oven on and put in a quiche, drank a glass of water and headed out with a ladle, a serving spoon, a roll of kitchen towel and a plastic bag. Tears or no tears no-one would feed her, make her a drink or clean her car for her. She had to do this herself. She was strong. |
An hour later Will was still in the same position, sometimes staring straight ahead, sometimes shutting his eyes. He wanted to disappear. Shame, guilt and depression hung over him like a never moving grey cloud, stubborn and heavy.
Sarah had a sudden brain wave. Having tried spooning the urine from the car door pocket and struggling she noticed the pocket was clipped in to the car interior door so she pulled at it as hard as she could until one side pinged away and a sudden rush of liquid ran out of the plastic narrow pocket onto her driveway, running towards the grass garden nearby. Sarah used the kitchen roll to dry the inside door before spraying the car interior with air freshener and pushing the bottom of the pocket back in place. Cleaning up after Will never bothered her at all. She’d longed to have someone to clean up after for years and the fun that preceded the mess was always worthwhile. Sarah couldn’t stop thinking of Will as she returned inside to eat and drink and wash her hands.
The evening was closing in and still Will sat there, his mind drifting from one life disaster to another. He was numb and angry as past incidents flashed before his mind. First the wetting at school, then the time his tutor had mentioned she needed to pee and he was almost caught with a massive erection as a teenager, then the time he was in the back of the car going on holiday desperate to pee and when his mum pulled into a lay-by for a coffee because she refused to pay service station prices he opened the rear door and before he could stand up he had to pull out his penis and piss so much while he mum watched in horror. Will had such a history of shame and humiliation linked to peeing that he had developed severe anxiety to the point of being unable to pee away from home.
Finally he got up but only to get himself a large glass of water. He was hungry but he had no motivation to cook and water was sufficient to keep him alive for now. He returned to his seat and his private thoughts. Things had changed since meeting Sarah. She not only seemed to want to help him with his anxiety and peeing difficulties but she was absolutely incredible to have sex with. She was his first, and now he knew what he was missing. But self loathing and post traumatic stress now tore him away from the very person who seemed to understand and support him. So now he added guilt of how he had treated Sarah to his long list of failures in life. He hated his body, especially his penis which seemed to mock him by either refusing to pee when he absolutely had to or peeing when he needed to hold. If he couldn’t control his own body what could he control?
Sarah ate, drank and tried to figure out what had went wrong with Will all at the same time. Ever since the lay-by incident he had changed. The therapist in her knew the changes to look out for and recognised the signs. Had something happened in Will’s past that caused the change rather than her? That would certainly account for the sudden way Will reacted. If that was the case then he needed more help than she had previously thought. He had been doing so well in her home made unorthodox therapy that involved getting him to experience peeing in lots of different places whilst making him feel incredible special and supported by..em...having sex. It was a far cry from any therapy she had been trained in for sure, but she couldn’t deny it was having a huge impact on Will...and herself.
She wasn’t about to give up on him now. Right now though she figured he would be in bed so she decided to contact him first thing.
Will was dosing as his mind tormented him, waking only to drink his water. It was past midnight but he had no inclination to even bother going to bed. He knew his mind wouldn’t switch off anyway. Everything and anything pee and sexual swirled in his mind. It blurred together forming a tornado of torment that caused him to scream, cry and freeze with anxiety. Every time he woke he tried drinking water to clear his mind only to dose back asleep and return to vivid hallucinations of being bursting, holding, wetting or having related sexual leakage at inappropriate times. His mind flashed to all the afternoons he was crossed legged in his office bouncing his knee and holding himself as horror thoughts filled his mind that his room was full of cameras and he was watched just like he feared in the nursing home. He mind came to the only logical conclusion it could, one it had come to previously, and proved to be safe: to protect from farther phycological damage , Will must only pee in his own bathroom in his own apartment once again. He couldn’t allow Sarah to push him any more for fear his body might get again embarrass him. He took another drink of water, finishing the glass, got up and walked to bed, took off his clothes and lay on his bed naked in the hope of finally getting some rest from his tormented mind.
Sarah woke with a renewed determination. She also woke with a very full bladder but rather than empty it right away she decided to write an email to Will since texts had such a limited character number available. She crossed her legs whilst putting on the kettle to make tea whilst her laptop booted up. She really ought to pee first but now she was downstairs she wanted to get the words down on the email while they were fresh in her head. She could hold a little pee for a few minutes anyway. |
Sarah returned to her main room with mug in hand and sat down ready to write. Her bladder pulsated and she wriggled in an attempt to get comfortable, her mind every bit as full as her bladder with words that desperately needed out. She opened her email and put in Will’s email address and began writing.
“Dear Will,
You are so important to me, more important even than my own body. You are heavy on my mind today. I so want to come to yours right this minute to say this face to face but I don’t want to push you more than I already have.
Whatever you need I would love to be the person to provide that.
When things trouble you I would love if my shoulder was the one you cried on.’
Sarah sipped her tea, wriggling more and more as her bladder pushed down firmly looking for release. The thought that Will might wake and busy himself and not get time to read her words until later spurred her on to keep writing. It was true that Will was more important to her than her very own body and now she would prove that. She bounced her knee, sipped some more tea and carried on typing.
‘I know our relationship has been very intensive and desperate at times. We have both really struggled to hold back and control ourselves on occasions and that has put us in situations that, for us both, have been enormously powerful, even emotional. When I am with you I am often so full, so longing, so focussed on trying to hold back. Even right now, despite you not being here, I feel all that and so much more. My whole body is longing, my breasts are sensitive, my nipples hard, the very hairs on my neck are tingling. It’s hard to focus on writing though I know I need to. My heart is beating faster, my back sweating. This is hard but blissful. I need to get this out but I’m struggling to get to the point. Maybe if I keep writing, moving around the subject more, it will come out of me at some point.
I’m waffling on now. Sorry. This is harder than I thought it would be.
I need to be honest with you Will, very honest. I’m sitting in my living room drinking tea having come straight downstairs since waking. I’m consumed by something very urgent, on more than one level. Please excuse me if I am lax with my spelling or punctuation. I’m sitting in just my nightie and knickers desperate for the bathroom while typing but determined to finish this before I go. I haven’t been since last night and I’m bursting!
But this is important, much more important.’
Sarah paused to read over what she had written so far, anxious to get it right but struggling not only for words but to hold back from peeing everywhere. She bounced on the couch, wriggling frantically as her urethra pushed continuously and forcefully against her cotton knickers. She pressed her hand between her legs and pushed against herself, determined to finish what she needed to do first. She knew if she stopped to run upstairs her mind would convince her not to press send or continue writing. There was no choice. If she wanted to get out what was heavy in her mind the the heaviness in her bladder would have to take second place, regardless how much it fought against that idea. With one hand holding herself, pushing, stroking and cupping herself she used the other to keep typing.
‘Since the very first moment I saw you I have felt something for you. I’ve never felt this before. I thought it was lust. Your golden blond hair, your perfect features and your beard are so appealing. Your eyes look deep into my soul. Your whole body sets me alight. When you squirmed in my office you caused my whole body to tingle. I have dreamt of meeting someone as caring, sexy, and as interesting as you all my life. The fact that you have the same sexual thoughts, fetish even, as me is like the cherry on the cake. You drive me crazy and making love to you is like going to heaven.’
Sarah had to pause as an intense spasm shot through her and she needed both hands over her knickers while she rocked back and forth. She was utterly desperate to pee and close to wetting herself but she was almost finished her email. She rubbed herself frantically feeling her pants dampening as small drops of urine leaked out mixed with her mucus. Sarah longed to orgasm but the need to urinate was overpowering. If only she could just end her email...
‘I guess what I am saying Will is that...oh God I’m so desperate to wee..whatever you are struggling with, whatever is holding you back; your fears, your past, your anxieties...how about we face them together?
I really really need to go now. I’m just going to release this because I can’t hold back. I know this will be messy, out of control, and leave us both with so much to sort out but..’
Sarah was right on edge. She was dancing about like a woman possessed right about to burst. She pushed her coffee table forward and hunched down between the table and her couch and finally allowed her emotions and bladder to release together as she typed her finally five words whilst warm urine poured down her legs and onto her floor, through her underpants and causing a massive puddle beneath her, just as Sarah’s emotions poured from her heart equally uncontrollably..
‘Will, I love you,
Sarah. Xx’ |
Will had drifted in and out of a very fitful sleep, restlessly tossing on his king size bed as his mind tormented and teased him. He had no idea what time it was as a sudden and very strong urge to use the bathroom stirred him into fully wakening. As will lay on his back naked he grabbed his penis tightly, aware that not only was he in urgent need of releasing piss but he was also hard and horny.
Will sat up urgently as another spasm seemed to come quickly and unexpectedly. He carefully swung one leg over the side of the bed as both hands held onto his member in the hope he would make it to the bathroom in time. An empty stomach but overfill bladder made for a difficult combination as Will regretted drinking so much water as he gained more consciousness with every passing spasm from his bladder. He hobbled around the bed bent over as his phone beeped with an alert. Bleary eyed and too curious for his own good, Will picked up the phone in one hand whilst tightly pinching himself closed with the other. He typed in his code one handed, silently cursing at how badly he had to piss.
‘Oh Fuck! I’ll piss then read. Oh my God though it’s Sarah! Right if she’s calling it off I’ll just read the first line then run. Oh man I’m dying for the loo. Open you stupid email before I piss on the carpet!’
Will sat on the edge of his bed, his naked legs crossed tightly, his knee bouncing in urgently. His eyes were drawn to the opening lines:
Dear Will,
You are so important to me, more important even than my own body.
Will found himself reading and talking back to the email as if Sarah could hear him. He adjusted his hold on his penis, which was now tingling with desire and moving of its own doing. Just reading an email from Sarah aroused Will more than he even realised as he pictured his auburn princess right beside him, knowing his current struggle would be a huge turn on to her. What might she be meaning about him being more important than her own body? He smiled as he realised he too must value her the same way, after all there was absolutely no other person who could have persuaded him to hear from them more than he desired to empty his bladder right now. Will read on eagerly:
‘I so want to come to yours right this minute..’
Oh sweetheart, I want that so badly. But I’m afraid I might piss on you! Oh fuck Will read quicker! Will found himself squirming badly as he read more.
‘Whatever you need I would love to be the person to provide that. ‘
Babe, I need a lavatory, a bucket, or even a bottle! I need to wee like you would not believe! Oh beautiful if only you really were here to do that right now!
Will had to clench tighter as the very thought of having a bucket before him sent urine towards his penis at a rate of knots. He tried standing but as he bent over he lost his balance as his naked bottom fell back onto the side of his bed. Will scrolled down a little and read another part:
‘I know our relationship has been very intensive and desperate at times. We have both really struggled to hold back and control ourselves on occasions..’
Oh God girl, you have no idea how much I am struggling right this very second! This IS intensive honey. You really do have no idea.
Will stroked his erect penis hoping his erection would hold his urine back. He so wanted to get to the end of the email...
‘When I am with you I am often so full, so longing, so focussed on trying to hold back. Even right now, despite you not being here, I feel all that and so much more. My whole body is longing, my breasts are sensitive, my nipples hard, the very hairs on my neck are tingling. It’s hard to focus on writing though I know I need to. My heart is beating faster, my back sweating. This is hard, but blissful. I need to get this out but I’m struggling to get to the point. Maybe if I keep writing, moving around the subject more, it will come out of me at some point.’
Will’s balls ached badly both with the need to pee and the need to cum. He closed his eyes and pictured Sarah aroused and ready. Will was ready too...more than ready.
Babe, spit it out before I burst here! At this rate it will be firing out of me before it comes out of you! As if to illustrate his point, then and there Will watched in horror as a spurt of urine shot out of his erect shaft, firing in the air before landing on his bare foot. The warm liquid sent shivers through Will’s body as wave after wave hit him strongly, his bladder hard and distended and bulging with liquid.
Still Will refused to allow himself relief until he got to the end.
‘I’m consumed by something very urgent, on more than one level’
Yes, yes Sarah! Me too! I hear you!
Will’s teeth were clenched every bit as much as his muscles as his whole being longed to pee and cum so badly. Will tried to focus on what Sarah might be referring to but all he could think about was getting the release he needed. He was right on the edge, unsure of what might be coming next.
‘I’m sitting in just my nightie and knickers desperate for the bathroom while typing but determined to finish this before I go. I haven’t been since last night and I’m bursting!’
Will read and reread those two sentences as his hard penis responded excitedly. Will was seconds away from coming and he knew it. The thought of Sarah squirming writing to him, his own urgent need for the same thing combined with the sexual effect that had on them both was sending waves of three fold pleasure right through Will as he stroked and imagined and enjoyed himself. It wasn’t easy to do so, but he needed to read more.
‘When you squirmed in my office you caused my whole body to tingle.’
Yes Sarah, you do that to me too baby! More than you realise. Ohhhhhh. Fffffuuuu....
Will’s eyes were blurring as his body shook with desire. It was all he could do to blink and try and read on. Will scrolled with one hand and stroked with the other as desire culminated and cum shot out of him as he read.
‘You drive me crazy and making love to you is like going to heaven.’
Yes, yes, yes. Fuck that’s what it’s like for me too! Woah! Shit I needed that babe!
With sticky cum covering his still erect shaft Will rubbed it all around his head and length as he read the remains of Sarah’s message. As he relaxed though, another urgency hit him with such an intensity he almost sent piss firing to his ceiling. Oh fuck did he NEED to piss now! With his finger pushed tightly against his opening Will rushed to the bathroom, phone still in hand as drips of piss moistened his hand and fingers.
‘I guess what I am saying Will is that...oh God I’m so desperate to wee..whatever you are struggling with, whatever is holding you back; your fears, your past, your anxieties...how about we face them together?
Will stumbled to his bathroom in the dark with just the faint light from the window to guide him to where the toilet was. With Sarah he could face this. He had to. He couldn’t live his life any longer only able to urinate in his own bathroom. He had to beat this. Will just hoped he could as another spurt shot out splashing in what he could only hope was his toilet. With one hand holding and vainly trying to point Will gazed at the ending to Sarah’s extraordinary email.
‘I really really need to go now. I’m just going to release this because I can’t hold back. I know this will be messy, out of control, and leave us both with so much to sort out but..’
Will had to release too. The tension, the pain, the intensity, was too much now. He breathed and relaxed as a thick stream cascaded from his penis like his life depended on it. It was exactly as Sarah was saying: messy, out of control and he was sure he too would have mess to clear up as he fondled in the dark hoping at least most of his pee was making it into the toilet. As he allowed his body to empty he reread the last paragraph of the email as it suddenly dawned on him that Sarah had wet herself because she had put him first. She had wanted him to get her email so badly she had pushed herself to an extreme situation to such an extent she had caused herself mess and inconvenience all because of him. She really was someone very very special. He needed her. He had feelings for her. He wondered...could it be?
As his pee finally subsided Will gave himself a shake before finally turning to switch the light on to read Sarah’s closing words clearly. He placed the phone on the side of the sink as he flushed the toilet and then returned to the sink to wash his hands, tears streaming down his face as he finally admitted to himself how he really felt about Sarah.
‘Will, I love you,’
I love you too Sarah. So much my sweetheart. So very much. |
The Dedication
For @Imouto Kitten and @Nar, here's a story about a young female professor, desperate to pee. (And yes, true to form, I have sneaked in male desperation - but it is a very minor part of the plot, and consumes a minimal amount of words)Some unusual-ish terms,
==> CTF aka 'Capture The Flag' is a training exercise in cyber security, where a team attacks a computer system trying to steal some information (the metaphorical flag), and another team tries to protect the system. The exercise stops once the flag is captured (yay, attackers!) or the clock runs out (and the defense win). It can get very competitive, like just about anything else a bunch of nerds indulge in. And of course there is no pause button.
==> A salwar-kameez looks like http://www.sudarshansilk.com/celebration-patiala-salwar-kameez-dress-material-35157.html. It has many avatars (just like a "dress" can come in a multitude of styles), commonly worn by women in South Asia. This is the specific style Nuria wears in the story.
==> Eve, along with Alice and Bob are common names used to describe communication, in networking textbooks. Alice and Bob have conversations that Eve evesdrops on. It's the great old love triangle ya know.
The Story
Mark watched in fascination as their teacher entered the room. She looked younger than most of the students, standing at just under 5-feet, with a petite build. Well, it wasn't too strange Mark reminded himself - she was after all just 23. Nuria had caused something of a stir when she had been hired as faculty at the University aged just 21, in Mark's first year of college. The headscarf wearing, mild-mannered woman, with South Asian roots, who looked young enough to be in high school, was no one's idea of a 'professor'. Yet she had been assigned to teach graduate level classes. Mark could still remember his brother coming back to the dorm in a rage, talking about "affirmative action" and "just because she is brown and a woman".As you can guess, a bunch of 23/24 year old men (and yes, mostly men - cyber security had precious few women) did not take kindly to Nuria's authority. However that girl genius, with two PhDs, had wrested respect out of those skeptics. To the extent that Mark's brother, no longer foaming at the mouth about affirmative action, had begged Nuria to be his PhD guide. Nuria had built her reputation on her harsh but just discipline and excellent teaching skills. Her cyber security courses were widely considered THE best in this University, and this University regularly ranked amongst the top-5 in the world for anything related to computing. Her discipline was as legendary as her lectures - she didn't tolerate tardiness. If you were late by more than a minute, you weren't allowed in. You weren't allowed to leave for any reason - rather you were allowed to leave any time you please, but you weren't allowed back in. Mark's brother had told him how he almost peed his pants, because he didn't dare leave her class. He had literally run to the toilet after class, clutching his dick shamelessly and peed a gusher at the nearest urinal - completely ignoring etiquettes to 'mind the gap'. He just couldn't make it to the 'acceptable' ones further away. And a lot of others had suffered the same fate at different times - it was a running gag in the men's dorms by now.Well, in short, by the time Mark reached his third year, Nuria was a living legend. She taught an introductory class in cyber security for undergraduates, and they had to open the auditorium to fit all the students who registered. Today, Mark was seated in the front of that auditorium, albeit at the extreme corner, because coming even an hour early didn't guarantee you good seats here. He was in awe of the woman who was his professor but still looked like a high school kid. She was dressed in her signature long sleeved top that came down to her knees and a loose, pleated trouser, with a headscarf wrapped over her hair - apparently it's a nod to her South Asian heritage, a salwar-kameez. Usually she was known for her impeccable composure and being in her classroom 5minutes before time, but today she looked a little haggard as she rushed in just as the clock stuck 2pm, biting her lower lip.Mark remembered his brother had told them about this elite CTF that Nuria had arranged for her best students, apparently against some world famous Russian team. That explained why she was late - they had scheduled it for 8:45 - 1:45, Nuria treating her warriors to pizza and Coke in her office for making them skip lunch (and also to keep them piped up through the marathon exercise). Must have run late there. Nuria came to the front of the stage and introduced herself.Mark wondered if it was his imagination, or was Nuria really standing stiffly with her legs unnaturally close together, as she introduced herself? Mark's cock twitched as he thought about Nuria consuming cans of Coke with her students and then being forced to come to this class as her students rushed for the toilets. Her dress was too loose to show a bladder bulge, much to Mark's disappointment. Mark woke himself up from his day dreams as Nuria walked over to the white board - time to pay attention.30 mins in, however, Mark could only pay attention to the way Nuria occasionally pressed her legs together, how her entire body would go stiff for a few seconds. She had done it at least 5 times now - and she was constantly moving around the stage. That might have been just her style, taking in the whole auditorium, but even when she was writing on the board, her right leg was jiggling constantly. Like she couldn't possibly stand still.Mark was pretty confident that his professor was in urgent need of relieving her bladder. The class lasted 90 minutes - this promised to be an intriguing spectacle. Mark idly wondered when the woman might have last emptied her bladder ... She lived off-campus, with her parents, and drove the 1hr to University every day. May be she hadn't peed since leaving home, say at 7:30 to make it in plenty of time for that CTF? Oh, she must have a truckload of piss in there! Mark would have simply burst if he had had to hold in his pee for 7 hours.Nuria took another sip from the water bottle on the lectern, giving the class some time to write down the notes. Mark couldn't be bothered - he was busy watching Nuria. Her body was hidden by the lectern, but the advantage of sitting at an extreme corner was Mark could see the left side of her body. Her legs were crossed together, knees bent and a look of concentration on her face. He drank in the image, noting the clenched jaw, the stiff upper body, and furiously jiggling legs even as her thighs remained pressed close together. He couldn't see her right hand, but it was definitely below the lectern, and he had a pretty good guess about where that was shoved, while her left furiously clenched the marker.Then, much to his disappointment, she walked to the front of the stage as if nothing was wrong. May be holding herself had reduced her urgency - Mark knew how the urge could disappear for some time, only to return with double the urgency. He just prayed that return happened before the end of this class.He concentrated on the lecture as Nuria went on, her tightly crossed legs, tiny steps and the frequent biting of her lower lip the only indication of her bladder situation. It was clear that she was trying her best to hide her situation from the students. Understandable. What would happen to her iron discipline and cult status if she pee danced in front of the undergrads? Or worse, broke her own rules and left the room? But as he continued drinking in the subtle tells, Mark felt sure that redoubled pressure would arrive very very soon and force the professor to lose her calm.Miraculously, it didn't arrive till after the hour mark had passed. She stopped right in the middle of describing Eve's activities and bent forwards - it barely lasted 5 seconds and by the time students had looked up from their notebooks Nuria had straightened up and resumed speaking. But Mark had been watching for this precise moment, and his cock started to harden. It didn't help that he needed to pee himself - coming in an hour early to get a good seat had been worth it, but was also taxing his bladder. Unfortunately (or fortunately) that just turned him on even more.Mark took shallow breaths and tried to think "boring thoughts" to prevent a full blown erection developing. However Nuria moving to behind the lectern didn't help at all. He could see her legs were crossed tightly now, and as he continued staring she put her marker down on the top of the lectern and used her free hand to press against her pussy. Fuck, this was getting too hot for Mark.For a rookie professor who had had to claw respect out of entitled men, openly holding herself, with both hands no less, must have been a last resort. She must know the lectern couldn't cover her totally. It must be either holding her crotch or wetting herself, and she had chosen the lesser of the two evils. Mark was fascinated to note how her voice remained mostly steady. However there would be a cute little hitch in it every few minutes.His really cute professor, fighting to hold back an overfull bladder, in front of an auditorium of students - this was the stuff of dreams! Mark didn't hear a word more for the remaining 15 minutes - instead he noted how Nuria kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, how firmly she was biting her lips, how swollen her lips were after being bitten down in utter desperation for the better part of an hour, that look of pain that shadowed her face once or twice. And most damning of all, how her right shoulders hunched forwards. She must have realized her right side was actually totally shielded from view since the lectern was next to the wall - privileges of the altitudinally-challenged. But a hawk-eyed desperation lover like Mark knew all the tell tale signs. That shoulder had come forward because the arms had gone below her kameez and probably inside her salwar to press directly against her pee-hole - the last stance of an absolutely desperate professor.She finally concluded her lecture with just a minute left in the period. By now, her voice wasn't exactly steady - at least Mark could hear the tremor that came from utilizing every last bit of strength to hold back a flood. No one else seemed to notice however, so Mark chalked it up to his ultra-sensitive ears or overactive imagination. His dick was quite sure it was the former, even if his brain was not, and stood erect in anticipation. Fuck, this class had proven to be way more than he bargained for.As the bell rang, he noticed Nuria stood quite still. He had expected her to make a beeline for the toilet as soon as she got a chance, but apparently she didn't trust herself to move. Instead she informed them about her office hours and told them they are free to leave. Mark's bladder chose this moment to give a particularly strong twinge to remind him why leaving was a good idea. But his cock definitely had other ideas.Shielding his erection using the laptop and notebook he was carrying, he decided to approach Nuria on stage. Standing up was torture for his poor bladder. He had drank a ton of coffees since morning, and though he had peed just before entering the class, 2.5hrs had apparently been enough time for his bladder to fill up. He ignored its pleas in favor of his penis - this was an once in a lifetime opportunity!Nuria straightened up as he approached the lectern. For a fleeting moment there was a look of utter pain in her eyes, followed quickly by desperation, and shame. Mark asked her random questions about the course, questions he already knew the answers to, but to his disappointment she didn't even so much as fidget as she patiently answered him for about 5 minutes. By then the auditorium had almost emptied, and Mark's urge to pee was overtaking the rush of blood to his cock.As he left the auditorium though, he suddenly had a wild idea. It was improbable - but he needed to confirm it. There was a trophy cabinet just beside the door - he turned around and pretended to admire the trophies, while his bladder throbbed and begged for release. His penis was also begging for release of a different kind - but he had to endure both stoically. After 5 more minutes, when the last stragglers had left, Mark finally saw Nuria herself emerge from the auditorium. Out of the corner of his eye, he followed her movement as she turned in the direction opposite the trophy cabinet and took small mincing steps. Oh, clearly she was still bursting - Mark had been wrong.Sighing in defeat, he moved to Plan B - Nuria was likely making her way to the nearest toilets. There were no designated faculty toilets here - actually there were just two chubby holes beside each other marked "Ladies" and "Gents", a relic from the old days before this place became an auditorium. Well, she definitely didn't look like she would make it to the faculty toilets in the cyber security building - so she must be headed to these. Mark needed to release his load soon too, so might as well as follow her and pray the dividing walls are thin.As he turned around, his cock almost danced in excitement. He hadn't been wrong. In the bright light of the corridor, he could see the bunched up material of Nuria's salwar, between her legs, was two shades darker than the rest. So he was right about the secret behind her calm while answering him. He was wrong about how extremely full her bladder had been.
As he walked behind her, trying to make as little noise as possible, Nuria stopped again. He saw a dark line emerging from the bunched up material, following the pleat right to her feet. He nearly gasped in surprise, as Nuria stood still for about 30s - the material of her dress gradually darkening further. Absorbent cotton, Mark thought vaguely, as his spinchter shivered in envy, wishing to unload its own contents.Much to his surprise, Nuria continued her walk to the toilets - still hunched forwards, as if her bladder was still, after nearly drenching her salwar, weighing her down. Mark waited for Nuria to enter the ladies cubicle before rushing in to the gents. He immediately pointed his cock in to the toilet bowl, barely managing to balance the laptop on the flush tank, utterly desperate to pee now. However, nothing happened - he needed to take care of his erection first.Just then he heard a low moan from the other side, and what sounded like frantic tugging on clothes. He could totally imagine Nuria having a hard time pulling off that drenched piece of clothing, bursting to pee, inside a toilet, with no way to pee. That nearly took him over the edge, as he firmly stroked his member. However it was the sound of a jet of piss hitting the water that finally brought him to climax. Biting down hard on his lips to keep from moaning, he cummed all over his hands as Nuria continued peeing a gusher in the next cube. And then Mark's bladder was finally able to push its contents out - he couldn't stop the moan this time. He took a fast, hard piss, water frothing in the bowl as his clear stream hit it. However when he finished, he heard Nuria's stream still going steadily. Mark's cock almost hardened again at the thought of the sheer volume of piss his professor had been holding back. He sat down on the toilet and listened to the stream finally slowing in to a trickle, followed by a relieved moan.He waited till he heard Nuria leave. Only then did he get up and wash his soiled hands, and flushed his piss and cum down the drain. He went through the rest of the day in a daze. That night however, he cummed more than once, with the image of a very wet salwar in mind.
The Author's Note
I wanted to try something different - been writing a lot of similar desperation scenes ... So I ended up writing this as a sighting - let me know if that worked for you or whether you hated it? |
There is a surprising lack of omo for this game, despite there being canon omo, so I contributed to it. The story is: the team gets captured by the Fendel army.
Captured:
"But what will we do?" "I'm thinking." Hubert heard muffled voices and slowly opened his eyes. 'Where was he?' He wondered to himself. Then he saw his brother and the team, tied up. Oh right, they were captured by the Fendel army. He grunted, catching Asbel's attention. "Oh, you're awake." He commented to his brother. "Yes, any update since I passed out?" Hubert asked. "None yet," Malik replied. "Damn." "Good to see you are awake?" Sophie said softly. "Are you feeling alright?" "I'm fine, just a bit hungry." He admitted. "I'd offer you some food, but the ones who captured us took my bag." Asbel said with irritation. "It's okay, thanks for the thought." He replied with a faint smile.
"Hey guys, wanna play a game?" Pascal offered cheerfully. "What kind of game?" Hubert asked. "Hmm, how about I spy?" "I-spy?" Sophie asked curiously. "It's a game of finding things, you look around and find at random things, then you describe the object without saying the object, then other players guess what you are describing. For example, I spy with my little eye, something purple. Can you guess what that is?" "Hmm," Sophie thought. "Is it my hair?" "Correct!" Pascal nearly yelled out. "This is fun." "I guess it couldn't hurt," Hubert said, he took a look around the room, "I spy something green." The others took a look around the room as well. "That map over there." Asbel said. "Yes." Hubert replied. The game lasted for awhile, and everyone enjoyed themselves more than they thought they would.
A few more hours passed, with still no sign of life outside the room they were kept in. 'Where are those damn guards at.' Hubert thought to himself. Now things had wound down, and the room was rather silent. Well, except for Pascal's random stories on occasion." But the air was more tense, everyone just wanted to get out. That didn't seem likely soon.
Hubert wondered when the guards would emerge, he was awfully hungry, and he would settle for anything, even a spicy bowl of curry, and he didn't like more than mild. Another problem was beginning to occur, the biggest one of all, his lower abdomen began to twinge with pressure.
He had to pee. 'Lovely.' He groaned to himself. The hunger, he could withstand, but the need to pee, that couldn't wait forever. 'Those damned guards better come soon.' He grumbled to himself. If only their hands weren't tied, he could atleast go piss in a corner, of course that would be against his morales, of course in these situations, you sort of put aside your morales. For now, his bladder wasn't very full, and the guards couldn't keep them in that situation forever. Maybe they'll be out before the situation gets worse. He also wondered how the others were holding up, if they needed to go as well.
A few more hours passed, with still no sign of life outside the room they were kept in. 'Where are those damn guards at.' Hubert thought to himself. Now things had wound down, and the room was rather silent. Well, except for Pascal's random stories on occasion." But the air was more tense, everyone just wanted to get out. That didn't seem likely soon.
Hubert wondered when the guards would emerge, he was awfully hungry, and he would settle for anything, even a spicy bowl of curry, and he didn't like more than mild. Another problem was beginning to occur, the biggest one of all, his lower abdomen began to twinge with pressure.
He had to pee. 'Lovely.' He groaned to himself. The hunger, he could withstand, but the need to pee, that couldn't wait forever. 'Those damned guards better come soon.' He grumbled to himself. If only their hands weren't tied, he could atleast go piss in a corner, of course that would be against his morales, of course in these situations, you sort of put aside your morales. For now, his bladder wasn't very full, and the guards couldn't keep them in that situation forever. Maybe they'll be out before the situation gets worse. He also wondered how the others were holding up, if they needed to go as well.
He squirmed in place, and Asbel looked over at him curiously. "Hubert?" "Hmm?" Hubert looked up at him. "Are you alright?" He asked curiously. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," the boy replied, "just a bit hungry is all." He sighed, "and I need to go to the bathroom," he admitted without making eye contact, he did not want his elder brother to see the vulnerableness in his eyes.
"Oh," Asbel said, quickly catching onto his admission. "Which one?" "J-just pee." His face had gone really red from that admission. "How bad is it?" He asked. "Not so bad right now, but I damn well hope those guards come soon!" Hubert growled. "Me too, actually I kind of have to pee too." Asbel admitted. "Me three!" Sophie said, Asbel looked up at her, and gave her a look that told her to say no more.
The room was once again silent, as the majority of the group were focused on their bladders, and wondering when the guards were coming. Hubert was in the worst state though. He could think of nothing else but letting go, his mind getting more anxious. He tried searching again and again for something to untie his hands, but it was hopeless. Everyone had searched hours early, but there was hardly any furniture in the room, just a small table and a map on the wall.
"How are you feeling?" Asbel looked over to him. "I- I don't know, I've looked for an escape, but there's just no way out. A-a-and, I don't even know if I'm going to make it."
Peeing his pants was the last thing he wanted to do. He had been teased by his elder brother a few times for doing it when they were kids. And once after getting adopted, he did it because he was so afraid of being seperated from his family and was terrified of all his new surroundings. Then when it happened, Mr. Oswell really scolded him, and told him how shameful that was. That scolding really stuck.
Hubert now sat hunched over, in a really awkward position, it was the best he could do to keep from wetting himself. "Are you going to be okay?" Asbel asked, with real concern in his voice. The poor boy was too focused he could not speak, so he only shook his head. "Well if it's that bad, then it's okay to just, you know, go." "But you'll laugh." Hubert near whispered, "like when we were kids." Asbel paused for a minute, he had nearly forgotten about those times. "I'm sorry I laughed at you then, we were just kids then, but times are different, and this situation is serious, so it's okay to go." Asbel reassured. "It's okay Hubert." Sophie echoed.
"Look, I just can't, once I did it at the Oswell's shortly after I was adopted because I was alone and afraid, and Mr. Oswell didn't take it well." He did not want to continue the story because talking about it made him need to pee more, but he felt he should open up. "It happened during a party, one to announce my arrival, and there were just too many strange people and I got so scared, then after, Mr. Oswell took me to the bathroom, and as punishment, made me finish going in what I was wearing, then told me I was disgusting for doing such a thing, that it was an embarrassment to his friends and the Oswell family." At the end, everyone was speechless. The story affected Asbel the most, he was livid that someone would do such a cruel thing to his little brother.
"H-hubert." Asbel was shaking with absolute sadness, and rage. "What Mr. Oswell did and said was real messed up. And I promise, the next time I see his face, I will personally deliver a hefty beating for the way he treated you. Then maybe he will be the one who does such a shameful act." Hubert could feel his bladder beginning to leak out, "n-no!" He shouted. "Hubert look at me." Asbel said, and the boy did as instructed. "Peeing yourself is not shameful, it's okay to let go, we are in a serious situation, and you are already fixing to do it. If you keep forcing yourself not to go, it will cause a serious health related problem. I promise no one here will laugh, or think you are shameful." Asbel reassured him. Hubert looked around, everyone had their backs turned, to give him privacy, and when he faced his brother again, the boy's back was also turned.
Hubert sighed, and began to go. At first it would not come, but eventually his bladder began to relax, then the urine began to flow into his pants, at a rather rapid rate. A huge puddle was forming on the carpet, but he was too focused to care. Strangely, it was bliss, though he'll never admit it to a soul, not in this lifetime atleast, but finally releasing his agonized bladder was absolutely great. Eventually the stream began to die down, and stopped. He made sure to squeeze out the last few drops, forgetting his past memory. "You done?" Asbel asked when the sound died down. "Yeah." His younger brother replied. Asbel turned back around, 'whoa, he really did have to go.' Asbel thought to himself, after seeing the large puddle on the floor.
'I hope I don't have to do the same,' Asbel thought to himself, Albeit what he said to Hubert a few minutes ago.
Eventually the damn guards arrived, they were not happy to see said mess, but the team could care less, it was those guards fault for keeping them so long, that there was even a mess to deal with in the first place. After a bit of questioning, the bag was returned, and the team was free to go. |
Hey, everybody! I'm sorry the story a little late and unseasonal, but it's next in the overall arc, so I can't really skip it. I also think the wait was worth it: I now have three stories fully written and ready to go. I'm still going to put them out a little slowly, in part because I like teasing y'all (it's all about the anticipation), and in part because that will give me time to write the next few after that. I've been getting a lot of writing done and hope to continue that, so we're really gonna start getting somewhere with this storyline!
This is entitled Merry Christmas, Parker because it's set during Christmas, and because Housemates: I Swear There's Some Omo Content In Here Somewhere or Housemates: No, I Haven't Forgotten Which Website I'm Posting This On seemed a bit... wordy. There's a LOT of buildup/character moments/plot in here, but I promise there will be some good ol' fashioned Meagan-gets-desperate by the end, once again in a new context. Just hope you like cute romance, too.
If you don't, then you certainly shouldn't click on any of these:
Road Trip
The Trouble With Housemates
Rainy Sunday
Flipping the Script
Moments
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“Why are your parents calling me?” Meagan said, looking at her phone.
“Huh, can’t think why.”
She hit the answer button. “Shit, I missed them.”
“Darn, now we’ll never know what they wanted.”
“Until I call back.”
“We’ll never know!”
She stuck out her tongue at him and dialed. “Uh, hi! This is Meagan… I’m good, thanks, yourself?… Yeah, he’s here. Hang on, let me put it on speaker.”
Donna Daniels’ voice, a bit distorted by the phone, filled the room. “Parker, are you there?”
“Hey, mom. What’s up?”
“This call is mostly for Meagan, but it’s good that you’re both hearing it. Meagan, dear, we don’t know your plans for Christmas, and we don’t want to assume. But we did want to let you know that without question you are welcome to stay with us.”
“Aww, Donna—thank you,” Meagan said.
“However, we wanted to warn you that it’s our year to host my brother and his family. So there will be four more people here than usual. We usually put Greg and Karen—my brother and sister-in-law—in the guest room. Corey, my nephew, has often shared a room with Parker; he’s in high school. My niece Maddie usually gets the couch. But if you’re going to be with us we’ll need to rearrange that a bit.”
“Well, if I’d be intruding…”
“Don’t even think it, Meagan,” Donna said warningly. “I said you’re welcome and I mean it. My current plan is to have Corey and Maddie on the floor in the living room and have you with Parker, since I trust you’ve got no problem sharing a room by now.”
“None whatsoever,” Parker put in.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Meagan said. “Better than fine. Donna—this means a lot. I was hoping I could crash with you again, but hearing you make the offer…”
“I understand, dear. You are welcome any time. Parker?”
“Yes, mom?”
“I love you, and I’ll see you in a couple weeks.”
“Love you too, mom.”
Goodbyes were made—and Meagan tackled him with a hug.
“Oof! What was that for?”
“Because I love your family and because I love you and because I can’t do that to your dad right now.”
“Not my mom?”
“I wouldn’t hug-tackle your mom. Your dad, totally. And you, obviously.” She squeezed him tight again, then parked herself next to him on the bed. “So what am I in for? What are all the embarrassing Daniels Family holiday rituals?” A note of trepidation sneaked into her voice. “Am I gonna have to watch It’s a Wonderful Life?”
“Nah, we’re strictly a Year Without a Santa Claus family.”
“Your family has exquisite taste.”
“And sometimes the Star War Holiday Special.”
“Your family has abysmal taste.”
“What? I mean, it’s bad, sure, but…”
“‘But’ what? The abomination needs to be wiped off the face of the earth. Kill it with fire. Seriously, this is making me reconsider our whole relationship…”
“Sheeesh. One embarrassing family ritual and she flips out,” he said lightly. As light as the banter required, but more lightly than he really felt after “reconsider our whole relationship” had gone by.
“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore, man!”
“Nah, I’m pretty sure I burned that tape.”
“Oh, okay.” She kissed his cheek. “All is forgiven.”
“In all seriousness, what you need to know is that my dad gets a little bit like the dad from Calvin & Hobbes. Always going out in the cold, turning down the heat… ‘It builds character!’”
“I’ll steal more sweatshirts from you.”
“Haven’t you squeezed me dry for hoodies already?”
“And cuddle up to you.”
“For the first time in my life, my dad’s thermostat habits are working in my favor.”
“How are the cousins? Carrie and… no, wait…”
“Corey and Maddie. They’re both enough younger than me that I never really liked having them around until a few years ago. Corey has got that sullen-teenager thing going, but he’s tolerable once he warms up a bit.”
“Forewarned is forearmed.”
“You’ll like Maddie—and she’ll absolutely love you. She’s a total tomboy. You’re gonna get along great.”
“’Kay!”
“Oh, and you’ll get to eat the secret-recipe family cookies.”
“Oooh. Something else to look forward to.” Her face fell a little. “I’ve got no cash for presents, though.”
“Everybody knows we’re broke college kids. They won’t expect much from us. We might need to get Maddie something to keep her happy, but if you show up, help out, and sing along, that’s all you need to do.”
“Sing along…?”
“To the Snow Miser song!”
“Have you heard me sing, hon?”
“Aww, you’re not that bad…!”
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“Hey.”
“Hey what?”
“I was thinking.”
“Uh-oh.”
She bopped his shoulder.
“I may have deserved that.”
“You surely did. I was thinking about Christmas break.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s almost a whole month. And we’ll have nothing to worry about. I did all my applications; all I can do about that is wait. Classes are done for the semester. So we are totally worry-free.”
“I guess so.”
“Except I know you’re worried about the future.”
“…Yeah. That’s what why I didn’t say ‘yes’.”
“I’m worried too. But here’s what I’m thinking: let’s just enjoy the break. No matter what happens, we’ll have that time together. And no matter what happens, no one can take the memories from us.”
“Well, when you say 'no one'…”
“No one who isn’t a fictional supervillain can take the memories from us,” Meagan said, with admirable calm.
“Okay. I hear what you’re saying.”
“So let’s have some fun. And not just the kind in bed. But let’s have lots of that too. So we’ve got good memories. Come what may.”
“Come what may.—If this turns into a Moulin Rouge singalong…”
“Well, so what if it does?”
“Then it’s proof that you can sing after all!”
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Darn it, now I have Christmas songs stuck in my head again.
I'll get more up later today or early next week. And I really really really promise there'll be some desperation. Someday.
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It was snowing when they got to Parker’s hometown, coming down in small flakes very lightly. When the welcoming hugs had been made and the celebratory supper had been eaten, they looked out the window and saw the snow had piled itself up a lot higher.
“Wanna go for a walk with me?” Meagan asked Parker.
“Do I ever.”
“Shall we all go?” Will Daniels asked. “After we clean up, of course…”
“That sounds nice,” Donna said, “but Meagan, you and Parker should go now. No need to wait on us. We’d only slow you down, after all.”
They suited up against the cold—it was dry snow, not likely to get them too wet until they came back inside—and tromped out into the night. The clouds were very low, and faintly lit up by the city lights, so it was much brighter of a night than might have been expected. It was quiet, though, with most folks home and staying there. They walked, gloved hand in gloved hand, out to the park where they’d passed a memorable night the previous summer, and then further, across the street to the empty old school, and up the little hill beyond. There were lights and Christmas decorations everywhere, but no people. The fresh snow was crunchy beneath their feet.
“This is nice,” Meagan said.
“Yeah.”
“Our first Christmas together.”
“Mmmhmm.” And maybe our only one together.
“Christmas is really special to me, y’know,” she said.
“I didn’t know. You haven’t talked much about it.”
“My family is… well, you know about my family. But Christmas was special. Especially Christmas Eve. For one night a year, at least, my dad would sober up, switch to hot chocolate, and be a real father. He’d light the fire, and put up the tree if he hadn’t already, and generally—well, generally be a dad. I think it helped that he would have been home from work that day anyway—if he’d been working, I mean. And there would be presents. I think because she was worried about the next day, when I was about ten my mom started the tradition of opening one present for each of us on Christmas Eve. So we’d drink hot chocolate and open a present and hang up the stockings and turn out all the lights and watch the fire until I fell asleep. It was always the best time.”
“That sounds really lovely. And I imagine it was even more lovely since you didn’t get a lot of moments like that.”
“Yeah. Fewer and fewer each year. At first my dad would stay pretty sober until a day or two after Christmas. But as the money got tighter and the presents got smaller and cheaper, he got madder and madder. At himself, you know. For not being a provider. So he’d start drinking on Christmas Day, too. By the time I came home for Christmas my freshman year, he wasn’t happy about it, but he still stayed sober on Christmas Eve. The next year, he couldn’t even manage that much. And last year was just bad.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.”
They crunched on through the snow for a bit.
“I miss my dad.”
“Your real dad,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Your dad when he’s not drunk and depressed.”
Meagan sighed. “I think that’s who he really is now.”
“Underneath, though? I mean, you said it yourself. He was angry because he couldn’t do right for you. So he missed being your real dad, too.”
“You know, I never thought of it that way?” She crunched on for a moment and then added, “Thank you. That helped.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I’d be there right now,” she said, “if not for you.”
“You’re welcome again. I hope.”
“What do you mean, ‘hope’?”
“I wasn’t entirely sure if ‘if not for you’ was a good thing. Since you miss your real dad, and you’re worried about your mom.”
“Let’s put it this way,” Meagan said after a moment. “This year with you won’t be the best Christmas ever. But it’ll be the best Christmas since I was… uh… twelve.”
“I’m honored.”
“You’re welcome. Definitely welcome. And I am so grateful to you and to your parents. I wouldn’t trade my parents for anybody, no matter how bad it got—but I am so grateful to be with the Daniels family today.”
“Good.”
“Christmas could be real important, y’know,” she added. “For next year, I mean.”
“You’d want to come here again?” he said, gesturing for them to turn down a different block.
“I’d absolutely want to.”
“I think you could come no matter what,” he said carefully. “Even if we’re not…”
“If we’re not together anymore?”
“Yeah. I mean—you’d need a place to go.”
She shook her head. “I couldn’t do that to you.”
“Oh.”
“And grad students don’t live in dorms, y’know. Wherever I end up, I’ll have my own place. Or a room of my own, anyway. Which means you could come to visit—if.”
“Yeah. If.”
They crunched.
“Weren’t we gonna not talk about the future during the break?”
“I didn’t say that. I said we should enjoy the break—which I guess means we can only talk about the future if it’s enjoyable?”
“Mmmkay.”
“Sorry, though. We were talking about the past, and then that just sorta naturally flowed into the future…”
“As is so often the case with time.”
“Hah, yes. And, well—here’s the honest truth, Parker. The only thing I’d ever give you up for is my future. But I really really hope you’re actually in my future. That I don’t have to choose.”
“That’s nice to hear,” Parker said, his heart suddenly feeling a bit lighter.
“Enjoyable, even?”
“Really.”
“Good.”
“So you wanna stay together after you graduate?”
“I absolutely wanna try.”
“Good,” he said. “That 'try' isn’t super-enjoyable, though.”
“It is for me. It’s maybe not blissful,” Meagan said, “but keeping you in my life as long as I possibly can seems like a darn good idea.”
“I just wish we could say we’d stay together for sure.”
“Oh, lover, nobody can say that,” Meagan said. “So much can happen. Nobody can know what’s coming.”
“That’s true."
“I mean, I might get hit by a bus. Or you could die in a freak gaming accident.”
“Fair enough!”
They had circled back around and were coming up to the little park from a different angle.
Parker said, “So we’d be long-distance for sure to start with.”
“Well, I’ll try to work at camp again, so yeah. And then off to—wherever.”
“Yeah. You’re right, Christmas would be a big deal. But I’d rather not wait for Christmas. Or even Thanksgiving. I’d wanna go visit you for weekends and so on. Maybe we can work out our schedules so we can take some time off on Fridays. Or one of us could, at least. I’ll try not to sign up for any Friday afternoon classes. A lot depends—I mean, everything depends on where you end up. There’s just so much we don’t know right now. …Meagan?”
He stopped and looked around. She was nowhere to be seen.
“Meagan?” he called.
Whack!
The snowball hit him right on the shoulder.
“Hah, yes! Direct hit!”
He spun around. She was already packing up her second snowball, and before he could gather one of his own, she hurled hers. He ducked and blocked it with his arm, but it still splattered all over him.
“Oh, now you’ve done it,” Parker said, and finished his own ball. But Meagan ducked behind a tree as he threw, and his snowball shattered harmlessly against the trunk.
Laughing, kicking up snow with their toes as the ran, scooping up a double handful where they could, packing it as they ran, throwing on the fly… they darted between the trees, discovered the snow was too light there for efficient ball-making, ran out onto the basketball court to gather up more—but risked exposure and lack of cover as they did…
Before long Meagan was standing atop the play structure, scooping up and hurling balls as he came on in pursuit. Hurry threw off her aim, and she missed more than she connected, but still got him hard in the face as he began to climb up. He roared with fury, brushing off the snow with the back of his hand so he could see again, only to get hit in the arm by another snow-missile. He finally could see her, somewhat, and flung the snowball he’d been hoarding. She had to duck to avoid it, and in that moment he clambered up the kid-sized ladder to the top of her fort. She made one more throw—it went wide—he rushed her, tackled her—kissed her—
“Time called on account of makeouts,” he said breathlessly, after they broke.
“Mmm, not a time-out, I think,” Meagan said. “We’re talking a full-on weather-related cancellation.”
“How could a snowball fight be canceled for weather when the snow’s still coming down?”
“What, you don’t think it’s getting awfully hot?” she said, and kissed him again. |
This time with actual sexy bits!
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The next day, after the two young people finally woke up, Will Daniels took Meagan and Parker out to the Christmas tree farm to select and cut their tree. Trimming the tree took up much of the afternoon, and after dinner all for of them sat around in front of the fire.
The next few days passed with warmth and snuggles and still further snowfights. Meagan and Parker spent a long time each day in bed—sometimes having sex, when Will and Donna had gone off to work for the day, but mostly just camped out, reading books or watching movies. Meagan insisted on helping with the cooking and cleaning, however, so that took some further time. And once the elder Danielses were home, they had wide-ranging conversations over dinner, never knowing where the talk would go next and (shortly) never knowing exactly how and why they’d gotten to where the talk currently was. And, yes, there were Christmas movies and hot chocolate in front of the fire.
Meagan and Parker had gotten home on the 17th. The cousins arrived on the 22nd for a long weekend. Corey was pretty reserved—not altogether sullen; it was Christmas, after all. Maddie, on the other hand, took to Meagan exactly as predicted, cemented firmly in a two-on-two snow battle in the backyard, girls (Meagan and Maddie) versus boys (Parker and his dad). After that, Meagan essentially had to pry Maddie off with a crowbar any time she needed to be alone. That wasn’t even totally metaphorical, as the girl was frequently literally hanging off Meagan’s arm, or clambering up her for piggyback rides.
So it was Meagan, Maddie, and Karen (Maddie’s mom) who were making the traditional family cookies. Parker was helping by “making pleasant conversation” as Karen had ordered him to do, and by taste-testing whenever the bakers weren’t looking. Corey was playing on his Gameboy at the table, drawn in by the promise of baked goods.
“‘Secret family recipe,’” Meagan had said. “Am I allowed to be part of this?”
“Yep!” Maddie said. “You’re in the family now.”
“Oh, good. I was wondering if you were gonna make me mix the batter blindfolded or something.”
“Not to worry,” Karen said.
“Yeah, just don’t tell anyone the secret ingredient, or then we’d have to kill you,” Parker added.
“What, you mean the…?”
“Don’t say it out loud! There are spies everywhere!”
As Maddie ferociously attacked the batter with a wooden spoon, and Karen set about greasing up some trays, Meagan stepped out into the dining room and gave Parker a hug. “I’m loving this,” she whispered.
“Yeah. This is Christmas,” Parker said. “Almost perfect.”
“Mmmmmmhmmmm.”
“And you haven’t even had the cookies yet.”
“I’ve had the batter. It’s delicious as is.”
“Yeah, but the finished product is even more amazing.”
When the first cookies came out of the oven, Meagan gasped. “They’re huge!”
“Yup!” Maddie said. “Now, let ‘em cool for a minute—but just a minute, they’re best when they’re still warm in the middle…” The minute passed, the girl picked one right up off the tray and held it up to feed it to Meagan.
Meagan dutifully took a bite, and then—“Oh. Oh, my,” she mumbled, her mouth full. “This—this is like the God of All Cookies.”
“Does he know the God of Hedgehogs?” Parker murmured in her ear.
“Probably. But this one tastes better. Much, much better.”
“Who’s the God of Hedgehogs?” Maddie demanded.
So naturally Meagan had to tell the story of how they first met—touching only lightly on the bathroom aspect—and then how they re-met out on the field and got to know each other, and re-telling the story made Parker fall in love with her all over again.
That night they spooned together in Parker’s bed—the only way to do it, as his bed wasn’t really built for two—and Meagan said quietly, “So here’s a funny twist.”
“Hmmm?”
“You told me Maddie would love me, and she obviously does. But I think both your cousins have a crush on me.”
“Maddie’s a little young for crushes…”
“Oh, no she isn’t. I don’t think she really knows what’s going on, but she’s totally got a thing for me. So much touching. But I didn’t see Corey coming.”
“He hasn’t said two words to you!”
“True. But he’s been sneaking peeks at me constantly.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“That’s because you’re watching me, not him. Try keeping an eye on him tomorrow. You’ll see.”
The next day was Christmas Eve.
As instructed, Parker watched Corey—and saw that, yes, the reserved teenager was definitely watching Meagan closely. He had a tendency to drift into her presence, though he would simply sit and play games rather than interacting. Whenever she walked by, his eyes would follow her—especially her butt. And he had a tendency to look away, or leave the room, when Meagan and Parker got a little clingy. Parker was at first amused, but once seen, he couldn’t unsee it—and when Corey’s stares got a little too hungry, Parker found himself getting clingy with Meagan more than usual. He’d have spent the whole weekend hugging her if Maddie hadn’t demanded so much attention and physical activity.
After dinner, Will lit the fire, and Karen made hot chocolate, and there were leftover cookies, and everyone snuggled together in the living room with the lights down, watching the fire. Since couch and chair space was at a premium, Meagan was sitting in Parker’s lap. Maddie had attempted to sit in Meagan’s lap in turn, but she was gently dissuaded from crushing Parker underneath. Corey positioned himself so he didn’t have to look at them, and Maddie was all over the rug.
“Want some more, Maddie?” Meagan asked, getting up.
“Yes please!”
“Only because it’s Christmas,” Karen said warningly. “And this is your last cup.”
Meagan poured herself a second mug and brought Maddie one as well. By the time the girl was finished, however, Meagan had not only polished off her mug, she’d drunk some water and made some tea for a chaser. Parker began to get suspicious—and hopeful. Hope was replaced by certainty as she casually drew a letter P on his arm. And since she could get up and go to the bathroom any time, but wasn’t doing anything of the sort, he seemed pretty sure it was for his benefit.
Strangely, however, he felt a little ambivalent. There seemed something weird about playing sexual hold-it games on Christmas Eve. Parker’s family was barely religious, but there still seemed something off about it. If nothing else, Christmas was about family. It was an absolute delight that Meagan had been accepted in as part of that family. But still—it was a family time, not fantasy time.
The grown-ups started yawning and then retired to bed—or, rather, the older generation retired to bed, as Meagan had to be considered a grown-up, too. Instead she and Parker stayed up with the kids a little longer, until she finally did a very mom-like thing and told Maddie to bed down. Perhaps because of the sugar or because of the occasion, this took rather longer than it should have, and it was only by simply closing Parker’s door in Maddie’s face that Meagan made her escape.
She turned to Parker, drew him close, draped her arms around his neck, and kissed him a long, long time. “So,” she whispered in his ear, “ ‘All I want for Christmas is you.’ ”
“ ‘I can arrange that,’ ” Parker whispered back. “ ‘You could use a good kiss.’ ”
“I think you’re mixing quotations.”
“Some things are instinctual. Why are we whispering?”
“Because your parents are just across the hall, Maddie and Corey are both really tuned in to what I’m up to today, and what I do next I wanna keep just between us.”
“Mm. What did you have in mind?”
“You know.”
He nodded. He also could not keep a secret.
“What’s up?” she said, still whispering.
“Christmas doesn’t seem like the time.”
“Well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. But two things: one, I’ve been imagining this—wanting this—since your parents invited me, and two, whatever you decide, can you decide quickly?” And he realized she was already locked down.
“Uh… wanting this?”
She put her mouth right up to his ear. “I want you in me while I’m full. I really do.”
“You make a compelling case. Convince me?”
“I will. But no more whispers.”
“How…?”
She pushed him down onto the edge of his bed, turned on the bedside light, turned off the overhead light, and then danced.
It wasn’t just a pee dance, and it wasn’t just a striptease, and it wasn’t just her getting her groove on, either, but a combination of all three. He flashed back to the first time she’d ever held it just for him—his birthday—and how she’d merged her dance party with her desperate wriggling. This was much the same, except that she was also slowly unbuttoning her flannel shirt. It was, he realized, the same one she’d been wearing for the photoshoot. And she pulled the same trick, gradually working her way out of all the layers underneath it while leaving the flannel still on her shoulders. Her breasts swaying with each move, she danced on. Each time she bent down, or crossed her legs, or spun, he wondered if it was triggered by the dance or the desperation, until he realized it was both.
She straddled his lap, placing his hand on the bare skin just above the waistband on her hip, and kissed him deeply, pressing herself against him at every point. She had to press one hand against her crotch for a moment, her face a mixture of amusement and anxiety, and he realized that having her legs spread that wide was increasingly hard for her. She whispered in his ear, “Decided?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
“Good.” She slid off him, went to her knees, unzipped his fly. She stroked them both, one hand on each groin—but occasionally letting her effort at holding show in her face, as the hand she had busy on herself had to stop and hold for a minute.
Then she placed his own hand on his cock, got up, and started dancing again. The wriggling was much more obvious now, conveying without words just how much she needed to go. She unbuttoned her shorts—half for the striptease, half for the access it allowed her fingers, which were spending a lot of time down there by now. Her pirouettes were all done cross-legged now. He was hard, all reservations forgotten. She got her shorts down, kicked them off, and then had to cross her legs still tighter. She pantomimed the relief of dropping pants while at a toilet—lifting an imaginary lid and squatting to complete the picture—then grabbed herself with both hands and danced around to show that she was all the more desperate because of getting her shorts off. He realized she was probably overacting a little to show more clearly what was up with her body, to make up for the lack of words. He felt a moment’s irritation—and then decided he didn’t care.
He stood up, stripping off his shirt and letting his jeans fall to the floor, and pantomimed something else, with a gesture both ancient and easily understood.
Meagan shook her head, tapped her wrist where her watch usually was, jerked a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the living room where Corey and Maddie were, and mimed sleep. We’re stalling until they’ve gone to bed, he mentally translated.
And to get you more full, he responded by hand gesture (pointing at her bladder and indicating it filling up). She nodded energetically, showing she understood, and kept dancing.
But then she stopped dancing and bent over a little, hands between her legs, and repeated his earlier “Time to fuck?” gesture, with a questioning look on her face. He nodded, but pointed back to her. She nodded back, grabbing the lube to show she was ready to go with a little help.
They got their underwear off, so the only article of clothing between them was still her flannel shirt, and lubed him up thoroughly. She pushed him back down to a sitting position, straddled him once again—this time with a look of momentary agony in her eyes as her legs spread—and guided him into her.
It was strangely more intimate than much of their recent lovemaking—sex in the silence. They indicated to each other how they were doing with glances, small gestures, small squeezes. Despite her desperation, she somehow managed to hold it with her legs spread. She did rub herself a lot—and she was incredibly tight around his cock, showing she was using all her inner muscles to keep her pee in. Which made her feel incredible. Which he told her, through gesture and facial expression.
She grinned, a lopsided dead-sexy grin with her hair falling across her face and her shoulders, her breath coming a little quick through her smile, head cocked to the side a little.
He had one hand around her waist and cupping her butt to help keep her in his lap. The other he ran up to her breast, stroking the undersides and circling her nipple, and then snaked around behind her to feel up her sexy back under her shirt. She leaned back against his grip and formed a heart with both hands, pressing it first against her own heart and then to his. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and flung back her head, eyes half-lidded in bliss. She never once stopped riding him.
To his amazement—for no hands were anywhere near her crotch and her vibe was still in its drawer—he felt telltale contractions around his cock. It wasn’t her trying to hold back her pee, either. In a moment, the ripples of her muscles were unmistakable. So was the look on her face. Both set him off. He came deep and long into her. But not as long as she came, for she was still climaxing after he was spent.
Flushed and grinning and out of breath, she nuzzled him, kissed him, bit his lip gently, nuzzled him some more. He kissed her back, then gestured to show fireworks, with a look of surprise. She tapped the base of his cock, then tapped her bladder, and gave a big thumbs up. He nodded in the direction of the bathroom, a question mark in his eyes. She shrugged—an incredibly sexy gesture, in that moment—and held him. Both with her arms and with her vaginal muscles. He buried his face in her shoulder, drinking in her scent, marvelling once again just how insanely lucky he was.
Eventually he softened and she squeezed him out. She grabbed a handful of tissues and mopped up some of the mess. But by now she was trembling with the effort of holding back her piss with just her inner muscles, and she jumped off his lap to crotch-grab and bend over. He followed her up, caressing her back, admiring her dangling breasts, kissing her hair and shoulders, and then pointed to the bathroom. She nodded eagerly—and then her mouth twisted a little, perplexed, and she gestured to her almost-naked, sweaty body.
He helped her button up her shirt, and then sacrificed some sweatpants to the cause. She was jiggling (always a pleasant sight) as he got them up her legs; then he quickly donned a pair of his own, and they slipped silently across the hall to the bathroom. He closed the door of his room behind them, so the light would not wake the cousins, and Meagan waited until he was in and the bathroom door closed before she flipped on the light. The light revealed that she had her other hand entirely down her borrowed pants. She wiggled again, looking helpless.
He removed her clothing again, gently, with no hurry, adding kisses to each bit of exposed skin, as she smiled and sighed and grimaced and squirmed. Finally she was naked, and at his nod she sat down to pee. The look on her face was blissful.
He took his turn peeing, and then they washed each other a little, with warm washcloths only (a shower would be too loud). Every place he cleaned he kissed. Finally they stood, all cleaned up, naked, making out with soft little kisses, until she shivered—for the heat hadn’t been on for a while.
Meagan didn’t bother getting dressed this time. She just gathered up her shirt and sweats, turned out the light, and opened the door. In the darkness, the crack of faint light from under Parker’s door was their only guide. She listened and heard nothing from Maddie or Corey. She stepped across to Parker’s door, Parker right behind her, and then slipped in quickly.
When they were in bed and under the covers and warmed up (which again involved making out), Meagan whispered, “Merry Christmas, Parker.”
“Merry Christmas. And thank you.”
“You’re welcome—and thank you. I got just what I wanted.” |
Read First
So welcome to chapter 1, I'm gonna write this as I go, beware, there is small portion that talks about one of the characters issues with being taken advantage of from a male, I avoided anything too sensitive.
I'll try to upload some artwork so you can kind of get an idea of how I imagined the characters visually, Because I don't know if I did a good job describing them.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly
Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight.
But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw.
"oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile.
Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed.
Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes.
Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea.
about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!"
As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san.
Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..."
Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..."
Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!"
Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics.
There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay!
Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders.
Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. |
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So this is the chapter were the omorashi stuff starts to take place, I had taken a bit of time writing it because I had explored a more sadder experiance with Izumi's past but I refrained from it because I wanted to keep a more touching story? I might post the alt chapter just out of curiosity.
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Chapter 2
Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity.
It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair...
She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up.
She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her.
K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar.
It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street.
The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddenly had a burst of energy, she seemed fearful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired.
After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep.
Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead.
"figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's.
it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault."
Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down.
Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you."
Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. |
Chapter 3
Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything.
Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well.
Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past.
"I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!"
It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course.
They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back.
She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home.
Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face.
Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?"
about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs.
For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing.
"Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued..
There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!" |
Make-Believe
You’re never too old to play.
“Ash, I’m home!”
I swung the door shut, dropping the keys with a clatter into their little tray. “Hello? You better not jump out at me!” I shifted where I stood, unsure of whether the journey to the living room was worth the risk. Without thinking, I felt my hand slowly traveled to my crotch, which was pulsing irritably.
Damn, I gotta go. If he scares me, he’s dead.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom, be right back!” When there was no response, I started racking my brain as to where he could be. The clock on the wall read 7:37, so surely he was home from work by now? Pressing my thighs together, I decided to wee now, worry later.
My bladder stuck out a little bit from my body, smooth and hard to the touch. As I shuffled towards the bathroom, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if Ash caught me now, full and fidgeting, making a break for the toilet...
I pushed the thought out of my head. Ash and I had not had a session in months, and his message was clear: our omorashi play was a thing of the past.
The idea made me a little sad.
I reached for the doorknob, twisting it forcefully as I dipped up and down on the spot. Come on, Amy, you’ve held for way longer than this! What is wrong with you? My mind scampered, trying to comprehend why the door was not swinging open. “Ash? You in there?” When there was still no answer, I sighed, frustrated. So close, just hang in there. I pounded again and yelled, “Ash! Come on, I gotta go!” Right as I said that, I felt my legs tremble slightly, shaken by the wave of desperation that had hit me. I grabbed my crotch, squeezing tightly, and called out once more, “Hello!?”
“Amy Birch Trenson! Where have you been!?”
I whirled on the spot, shocked to see Ash standing there, arms crossed, staring down at me.
“Do you have any idea how worried your parents have been? They must have called me a hundred times, asking where you were! On their date night, too. How am I supposed to babysit you if you’ve flown off the map?”
I gazed up at him, mouth gaping open.
“Fine then,” he said, face as stern and (quite honestly) as handsome as ever. “If you won’t answer me, go sit in the living room.”
“Ash, I have to pee, but I’ll be there in a sec-”
“No, do you hear me? NOW!”
For a spit second, I saw his act diminish. He smiled, eyes sparkling with that mischievous look I loved so much. And then, all at once, the anger was back.
I could have leapt for joy.
It was staged, the whole thing. I grinned, quickly putting the pieces together.
Ash and I had always talked about doing a role play at one point. He must have set this up while I was at drama practice. The bathrooms are obviously locked, meaning he wants me to play along. Babysitting... ok, so I’m a kid. I can work with that. I adjusted my stance, removed my hands from my crotch, and slapped on a look of defiance.
“You’re not the boss of me!” I cried, planting my hands on my hips. “You’ve never been the boss of me!”
A shadowed crossed his face. He leaned forward, jabbing his finger at my chest.
“Go. Sit. Down.”
I did as I was told, plopping down on the sofa and crossing my legs firmly.
Ash paced in front of me, hands behind his back. I tried not to fidget, not to show any signs of needing the loo. I felt the wee slowly build up inside me, bladder pulsing more and more by the minute. I breathed, trying to steady my racing heart.
“Amy, I was worried about you,” he said finally, stopping to stand in front of me. “You didn’t answer my calls, didn’t respond to my texts. Where were you?”
I brushed my hair out of my face. “It’s none of your business."
“It’s all of my business if I’m supposed to watch out for you!”
“I was at the park, so what?”
I saw a brief grin slide across his face as I mentioned the park; we had a few... how do you say... memories there.
He sighed, sitting down next to me. “Until you learn running off is not a joke, you’re grounded to the couch.”
I yelled in protest, voice squealing with rage. “Y-You can’t do that! You don’t have the right!”
Ash laughed. “Honey, I have all the right. I’m in control here, not you.”
I leaned back, sulking crossly. I felt my bladder pulse beneath my tight jeans, begging for release. Naturally, I ignored it.
Ash busied himself with his phone, occasionally sneaking glances up at me. I gave him no satisfaction, steeling myself against the urge and keeping my face passive. Occasionally, I would wince as the restricting fabric pressed into my body, capturing my bloated abdomen in a cage.
It didn’t take Ash long to notice.
“What’s wrong, Amy?” He asked, not even caring to look up from his device.
“N-Nothing,” I replied, shifting and squeezing my muscles tightly. At this, he surveyed me, eyes squinted in skepticism.
“No. You seem tense. Something’s up.”
Finally, after sweeping over my whole body, his gaze rested on my obviously full bladder.
A smirk twitched on his lips.
“Amy, do you have to pee?”
“No!” I cried, sticking my nose in the air. “I do not.”
“But Amy, it’s ok if you do. Everyone needs to pee.”
I glared at him, still squirming slightly. “Well, I don’t. I... I’m fine.”
He nodded. “Ok, good, because you’re grounded to the couch anyway. No bathroom for you.”
At this, I allowed myself to portray a slightly crestfallen look.
“Does that bother you?” Ash asked, smirk fully visible now. “I mean, it would be a shame if you had to pee, wouldn’t it? To have to hold it and hold it, squirming in agony, bladder full to the brim and bursting?”
I gulped, pee hole throbbing.
“Well, I’m sorry, but even if you did have to go wee-wee, you can’t. You’re staying here until your parents get home. Goodness knows how long that will be...”
I was slightly distracted by a sharp pang from my bladder. I clenched my muscles. Hold it in, just like he said. You-You have to...
Suddenly, he reached over and gave my bladder a shove. I gasped, clutching my crotch tightly as my desperation increased with the pressure. Whimpering, I felt some urine spurt out.
“Oh, so you do have to go.” He shook his head sadly, though didn’t seem to know that I leaked. “How unfortunate...”
As Ash returned to his phone, I quickly shifted my position, sitting on top of my heel. It dug into my crotch, plugging my pee hole firmly.
“A-Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“Can-Can I have my phone?”
He sighed, tossing it to me. “Whatever.”
Grateful for a distraction, I quickly scanned my games, subconsciously rocking back and forth on my heel. I just need to hang on until I’m absolutely desperate. Then I can hold myself and beg and-
I paused, staring at my screen. I had received a text from Ash, who was still paying me no attention. Clicking on to notification, I read the message carefully.
U can quit if youd like. I know where the bathroom key is, I could unlock it for u.
I shook my head, wriggling atop my heel.
Sorry, no chance. ?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ash smile, shooting back a reply.
Oh its on. ?
The minutes ticked by, agonizingly slow. I didn’t leak again, but my bladder was completely full to its max. It stuck out from my body, rock solid and unforgiving. I occasionally paused my game to reach down and hold myself, breathing heavily. Ash would stretch, glancing over at my desperate figure shaking on the couch.
Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee... I couldn’t sit still anymore, my whole body shuddering and squirming. Gotta pee, gotta pee...
I yelped, urine shooting out my tortured gash. It squirted through my clothing, darkening the cloth and the couch below me. This time, Ash noticed.
“Amy! I expected more from you!” I blushed, hanging my head. Even though it was planned, I still felt mortified somehow. He came over to me, standing with his arms crossed.
“Unfold your legs.”
“W-What!?”
“I said, unfold your legs. I want to see the damage you’ve done.”
I whimpered, slowly untwisting my legs. Another trickle escaped as I did so, adding to the quarter-sized wet patch on my jeans. Ash watched as I spread apart my legs, trembling, to reveal the dark spot on the furniture’s surface.
He sighed, shaking his head. “Amy, you’re a big girl, you should be able to contain yourself.”
“But Ash, I really have to go!” I wriggled some more, grabbing myself openly as my heart thumped wildly. “Really, really, really badly!”
“I don’t care if you have to pee! You are old enough to where you can hold it.”
“I-I... ooh! Oh, Ash, it hurts I have to go so bad...”
“What did I just say!? I don’t care!!!”
He was red in the face, angry that I don’t seem to be listening. “Now listen here: you will hold your pee and you will stay on this couch until your parents get home.”
“Ash! Please! I’m so full-”
“Hold it!”
I moaned as more hot liquid bubbled from between my legs, wet patch growing. I was really desperate now, bouncing and holding, begging for him to let me pee. “Please, please, please! I can’t do it, it’s coming out!” He refused, telling me that if I squirted again, I’d be sorry.
I literally could not stop moving. I was holding and rocking, moaning and begging some more. He watched me struggle, face rigid and stone-like. He showed no sign of remorse, no sign of backing down. I cried, bladder throbbing for all it was worth.
“Ash, I’m gonna explode! It’s so intense, I can’t think straight. I gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta peeeeeee.....”
Ash didn’t respond, just stared at me. He was still red, though I didn’t think it was from anger anymore. He was breathing heavy, a large bulge very visible in his jeans.
Who knew this was so entertaining to watch?
My bladder screamed, sending wave after wave of heat towards my pee hole. “OOOHHH!!!!” I yelled, squeezing my crotch tightly, “I’m gonna pee, I can’t... hold it... any... longer!”
And before Ash could say anything, I burst.
Urine gushed out of me, squirting through my fingers, soaking the couch. I moaned with pleasure as my crotch flared with heat, arms falling limp by my sides. Leaning forward, the stream shot out even faster, it’s loud hisssssssss echoing around the room. Ash moaned, gingerly guiding my still-peeing body off the sofa. The liquid spilled onto the hardwood, forming a glistening gold pool. I sat in a split, feet tucked backwards, urine still thundering from my crotch. Finally, I shuddered as the torrent slowed, sinking to the floor.
After a moment of silence except for our heavy breathing, Ash spoke up.
“So, I gather you liked your surprise?”
I grinned, turning to look at him. “You gathered correctly! To be honest, I thought you were done with the whole omorashi thing.”
“Are you kidding?” He asked, looking shocked. “What made you think that?”
“Well, you hadn’t said anything and... I guess I just thought that was a sign you were over it.”
Ash shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Amy, the only reason I haven’t said anything is because I thought you were done. I didn’t want to be disrespectful, telling you to hold your pee if you didn’t enjoy it...”
“Oh, I enjoyed it,” I replied, blushing as I remembered just how turned on all this had made me.
“Good,” he grinned, planting a kiss on my cheek. "I did too."
We cleaned up the living room, mopping up the huge pee puddle and throwing the rug in the wash. Ash assured me the couch would be fine, that he had put an old one up here just for the occasion. I smiled, thinking of just how hard he had worked to set this up. I guess that just goes to show you though: we do a lot for the people we love.
Even hold our pee ‘til we burst. |
After a long stretch of work, I'm finally happy to say that I will be doing a series of shorts for my interactive: The Guild Apprentice. The first short is from the most recent chapter and involves The Bard, Addilyn Tsereteli during her most desperate moments of the story. This is a condensed version of that chapter which is done from Addilyn's point of view.
Patented Clom Warning: This story focuses heavily on bowel desperation and farting. This is probably the crudest story I've written, featuring lengthy fart desperation, bowel desperation and stuff I know that doesn't interest a lot of people. That is not the case for all of these shorts, but for this one you've been warned.
Enjoy!
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A horde of untamed goblins been troubling the local farmers and as such the call for a Fighter was answered. Ayla had arrived in the hamlet a day before, assisted the local guards with clearing out the caverns they infested and rode off back toward Guilden, stopping only to make camp the night before. Ayla always relished her time near the borders of her homeland. Tall, majestic trees, long flowing rivers of crystal clear water that sparkled in the sun, the majestic songs of birds and wildlife that swept through the forests; The true beauty of the country of Balkana started long before the border. While Addilyn Tsereteli, bard of Balkana, loved her home in Eserith, she always knew her true home was the country of nature and song.
The Bard awoke to a beautiful summer morning; the sunlight warming the forest and the fragrant aroma of flowers in the air. As the sun was rising over the trees, Ayla packed up her supplies, prepared herself a treat of cold, sweetberry tea, and relieved herself in the grass before saddling up and making the rest of her journey home. On her day-long journey, Ayla made only one stop - to take a drink from the river and relieve herself against a tree before carrying on toward Fort Victoria. The sun was just setting as she rode along the lakeside and through the gates into the bustling town of Guilden.
"Guildhand!" The guards at the gate called out as they noticed her horse brandishing the banner of Fort Victoria. The men stood aside and allowed Ayla to pass, lowering their heads in respect.
The Bard left her horse at the stable in the west of town and proceeded through the narrow streets. She passed a group of cheerful market goers, reminding her that she would have to visit the summer fair before it left for the next town. Perhaps celebrating her victory with a bowl of noodles in plum sauce or a nice bottle of rice wine. She passed a group of men investigating a leak in an alleyway, muttering among themselves and soon she ascending the stairs toward Fort Victoria. Almost home.
Ringing in the air, the familiar clings and clangs of swords welcomed The Bard. Apprentices practicing in the training yards, yells and grunts as they sparred. Ayla was finally home. She loved returning to these sounds, pretending they were a fanfare announcing her arrival within the fort. It made her feel like a mighty warrior returning to the castle after a grand quest. She strutted through the large iron doors and took in the long-awaited sight of the grand hall. Home. Home at last.
Finally home after a long journey, Ayla wanted nothing more than to unpack her bag, perhaps play her violin a little, and then collapse on her bed. But before doing any of that, she had to make one important stop. I've been waiting all day to finally use a privy. She had been sitting on a loaf the whole time she'd been at the border, and the celebratory banquet she had feasted on the night before had finally hit the pits of her stomach. It was a great feast, a whole table of the finest spiced meats, bread and cream cakes the town could put together to honour their saviour. Ayla downed her fill along with a fine helping of wine and as a result she had spent the whole night gassy, farting beneath her sheets until the sun rose. Not once had the need to void her bowels burdened her until now.
But even when she was home Ayla could not escape the call of duty. On her way to the lavatory she was caught up by Lucina. The white-haired warrior and Guildmaster of the fort, although she did not consider herself of the title. "Addilyn, I thought I saw you walking through the yard. I'm glad to see you're back safely." She said with warm greeting.
"It's nice to see you too, Lucina." The greetings were dull, and felt far more formal than Ayla enjoyed. She struggled to see Lucina as a friend after taking the rank of Guildmaster.
"I was hoping there was a favour I could ask of you. I know you've just come back but it's urgent."
"Of course, I was hoping I could... never mind. What do you need?" Ayla asked.
Lucina puffed out her cheeks and exhaled wearily. "Could you summon Yuka to the study. Myself and Damari wish to have a word with her regarding a recent contract."
Of course you do. Ayla held her sigh. "Sure I can. I, um, do you mind if I..." She pointed toward the dining hall.
"I'm sorry, I need her in the study now." Without a goodbye, Lucina headed back to her study, leaving Ayla without another word.
With Lucina gone, Ayla finally let out her sigh. It was never good when the Guildmaster called a summon and in Yuka's case it was worse. Guildmaster Gregori had always been lenient with Yuka, but since his death that leniency was lost. Yuka suffered the full extent of the Guildmaster's wrath when her contracts went awry and more times than not it only put stress on hers and Lucina's friendship. Ayla had noticed the growing tensions, but she dared not question it. She knew it was naive to believe their bond was too strong for such a divide between them, but she still held onto that belief.
On such a beautiful day, there was only one place Yuka could be. Down at the mouldy old dock near the Undercroft. That was where she enjoyed to drink, away from all the loud noises of the Fort. Ayla needed to use the lavatory, but she put it on hold to go seek out her best friend. She'd held all through the day, she could wait a few more minutes. She walked away from the dining hall and made her way toward the Undercroft. She passed the leftovers of several wine bottles scattering a windowsill in the bowels of the fort, and Ayla knew for certain now that Yuka was down at the dock. But she didn't find Yuka at the dock, though the scattered bottles of wine left behind certainly told a story. What she did find was something she hadn't expected. At the far end of the dock, Ayla caught the glimpse of a girl with long grassy hair, bent down in a most indecent position. The girl was squatting, her legs spread, revealing her small starfish between a pair of plump cheeks and the slightest glimpse of her womanly slit. Ayla could see it all, the girl was crouched over the waters edge, a stream of piss running from between her legs, piddling into the water beneath.
The girl, completely unaware of Ayla's presence, went about her business with pleasure. The girl was in ecstasy, not letting a moment of her relief pass in silence; She hummed and ha'd as she pissed in the lake, her legs trembling as she squatted, her anus twitching as she strained the last drops from between her legs.
Ayla couldn't believe it. She was frozen with disbelief. Such... crude conduct. She must be one of Yuka's friends.
Finally, the girl finished up at the edge of the dock. Believing herself to be alone, the girl expelled a bout of wind. She sighed gleefully and finished her pee. After the deed was done, did Ayla decide to make herself known. She knew most of the company Yuka kept, they didn't care for being seen in such an indecent position and she knew it. But that was the first mistake Ayla made - believing this green-haired girl was anything like Yuka. She approached the girl squatting by the lake and gently put out a hand to tap her shoulder. Before she could, she saw a twitch of fear in the squatting girl. The Bard retracted her hand, took a step back and instead decided to address the girl. "E-Excuse m-me, a-are." That was her second mistake.
The girl turned to face Ayla, her beautiful eastern eyes staring in terror unmatched by anything Ayla had seen. Her lips trembled, quivering. The girl didn't speak, instead unleashing a terrified shriek that pierced the skies.
Ayla felt her ears almost shatter, her heart was racing with trepidation. All Ayla could do to calm the screaming girl was scream back. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She yelled, throwing her arm over her eyes into darkness. "I thought you were just pee... peering! Peering into the water! I didn't know... I'm sorry!"
"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!?" The girl finally spoke, but her composure was next to none.
"I JUST GOT HERE! I'M LOOKING FOR A FRIEND." Ayla gulped. If word of this got out, people would think I'm some lewd voyeur! "I'm sorry, please take your time." She turned her back on the girl and pointed towards the stairs. "I'll just wait over there."
A flurry of thoughts flew through her head. She couldn't steady her racing heart, she couldn't steady her trembling legs, she was overwhelmed with fear. I heard her fart, I heard her peeing, I saw her... places. And she saw me! Ayla thought. Back a meager five minutes and already she had found herself wound up in the unspeakable.
"Alright... I'm d-done. You could've at least waited... or not snuck on me like you did." The girl hissed.
"I'm sorry." The girls strict tone made Ayla feel like a child being scolded by her mother. She looked down at her boots, too scared to look the girl in her eyes. "I should've waited. I didn't meant to scare you." I need to not look so scared, I need to look her in the eyes. Slowly, Ayla raised her head, staring into the girls eyes. "It's just... nobody comes down here except for a friend of mine." She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to hide the trembling. "I'm just looking for her. My name is A-"
"Ayla!" From behind, Ayla heard the excited squeals of her best friend. "Ayla! Ayla! Ayla!" Before she could even turn around Yuka was already on her, squeezing her and lifting her off the ground. To her surprise, Yuka did not reek of wine. A rarity. "There's my favourite little Princess fucker! I've missed you! I've missed you! I've missed you!"
Yuka's hug made The Bard feel warm inside, one of her favourite parts of returning was the first few moments when her best friend saw she was back. She would lift her off her feet and make her feel like she was the only girl in the world who mattered. "Hiya, Yuka! I've missed you too." Ayla spat out a lock of her fiery hair that had ended up in her mouth as Yuka span her around. "I've only been gone a few days."
"Yeah, but that feels like a whole month to me without you here!"
Ayla felt nearly crushed as Yuka squeezed tighter, never wanting to let The Bard go. As happy as Ayla was, the force only served to speed up matters brewing in her belly. She leant in to Yuka's ear and whispered. "Yuka... do you mind if we... I need to... you know."
Yuka started giggling like a juvenile, but she remained silent to Ayla's plight. "Ah okay. Don't want to squeeze it out of you." She put The Bard back on the floor and gave her a wine-soaked kiss on the cheek, still keeping her wrapped in a warm embrace. "Ah, you're awake Shibo! And looking awfully red in the face." She waves to the green-haired girl. "I was gonna say something, but forget it. Did you meet Ayla? Did you introduce yourself."
"We've already met." The girl, called Shibo didn't sound too happy about that fact.
"Gah! It feels like we don’t talk as much. You never come down here anymore. I love Ledley, but she’s nothing compared to my favourite little bard!"
"I'm just trying to keep you and Lucina happy." With those words, Ayla felt the warmth inside her dwindle. She walked away from Yuka, feeling her friends arms slump from her shoulders with little resistance. "That's why I'm here actually." I'm sorry, Yuka. If only I had come down to see you. "She wants to speak with you in the Guildmaster's study."
Yuka slumped her shoulders as the joy she felt a moment ago drained away. Ayla could sense it, when she lost her smile, that was when she was not her jovial self. The perky thief looks as grim as death. "Is Damari there?" She asks with a sigh. Yuka did not enjoy dealing with Damari, nor did she enjoy dealing with Lucina.
"Damari is there."
"Of course he is..." Yuka sighed. Ever since Guildmaster Gregori's death, Damari had overseen everything in the fort with Lucina by his side. It had become well known that those who were summoned to the Guildmaster's study would answer to both him and Lucina. "Alright, best I get this shite out of the way."
Before she left, Yuka turned to Shibo and began talking to her, asking her if she would be still be coming out tonight. As Yuka and Shibo spoke about their plans for the night, Ayla looked out over the lake, soaking in the view of the mountains. It's good to be home. She breathed in the fresh air and let out a content sigh. Before she knew it, Yuka was in her face, talking about how Shibo had caught an amazing fish. Ayla listened, but she never had much interest in fishing. She gave the usual questions to make herself look interested but her mind idled on the scenery. Yuka and Shibo returned to talking and Ayla returned to the world in her head.
"Ah, right!" Ayla heard Yuka call before hearing a finger snap beside her ear. "Ayla do you want to do your big sis a favour? It would mean the world to me!"
She was tired from her journey and she needed to make a "drop" at the privy, but when Yuka give her the look of an alley pup, Ayla couldn't say no. "Of course."
Excited, Yuka pulled in Shibo, pressing her against her breasts. "Great! This is a new friend of mine and Ledley's! Her name's Shibo. She's one of the new apprentices! “She could use a hand being shown around the fort, you know, bathing rooms, bunkhouse… getting settled in. I was gonna do that myself, but I can't if I need to go talk to the bastard baroness."
"A pleasure to meet you Shibo." Ayla bowed her head, introducing herself properly after the drama that had ensued. It was the least she could do. "You didn't think of showing her around when you met her?" She asked Yuka. "Fort Victoria can be pretty overwhelming for New Apprentices."
"Hehe, don't I know. I needed to take a piss earlier and ended up in an empty room." Yuka chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Would you believe me if I told you I was waiting for the best navigator of Fort Victoria to return home?”
"I wouldn't"
"What if I told you that I was showing her all that famous Guildhand comradery by inviting her down for drinks in the sun?" She rubbed the back of her neck nervously once more.
For a thief, Yuka didn't make a good liar when Ayla was involved. Everything became a joke. "Yuka~" The Bard put her hands on her hips sternly and shook her head with disappointment. "How did you meet her? It's not often you talk to the apprentices... unless your teasing them." You seem to forget your warnings for going too far with your pranks.
“Okay, settle in. I’m going to tell you all about it. From the beginning!” Ayla already knew what was coming as Yuka puffed out her chest and cleared her throat. “You see, our fine lady had consumed too much wine at her royal banquet, and as such became incapacitated! As time passed, she felt the pressing, really dire urge to piss.” Yuka enticed her into the story with a worrisome stare. “It was leg-crossingly, pant-wettingly bad! Our fair lady, unable to contain her royal dam, tried her best to hold herself. But it was near hopeless… Until a noble saviour swept in! That saviour’s name?” She pointed over to Shibo, welcoming the girl into the story with a mock fanfare. “Shibo! This noble Knight offered to take our royal lady to the royal lavatory so that she could take a royal leak!” Ayla felt herself being pulled into the story, captivated by the fantastic storyteller that was Yuka. “So our brave Knight carried our fair lady, who tried and tried to hold it, sacrificing her own decency so she could avoid flooding her royal chambers! Finally, we arrived! The Princess was overjoyed, throwing herself from her saviour’s grasp so could finally tinkle, and oh what a tinkle it was going to be! But alas, an evil wizard had cast a cruel spell on the castle! Swapping the lavatory and another more barren room. The Princess had stumbled upon an empty room, devoid of a place for her to go!”
Ahem! Both Ayla and Yuka looked over to Shibo, who cleared her throat. "I, uh, don't recall that part." She said, unimpressed.
Yuka brushed off Shibo's qualms, a gesture that made Ayla giggle. “The Knight didn’t know of the vile curse! But the Princess could sense it!” Ayla always knew her best friend had a flair for theatre, and it showed. She continued listening with bated breath. “It felt like it was over. She leaked a royal leak as all hope was as drained as she wished to be. But there was still hope for our leaky princess.” Yuka points a powerful toward the lake. “The land of eternal hope! A land where any desperate girl could squat, stand and tinkle! The Princess had to make it here. She pleaded with the knight, but at first he was reluctant.”
Ahem! Shibo cleared her breath again, this time looking agitated with her arms crossed firmly. "I'm not a he. Also she's only asking ho-"
“Silence, Knight! This is the Princess’s rendition! So, the Knight was reluctant, but even he came around and saw the pain the Princess was in. Only the land of eternal hope could relieve her. So they ventured onward, out into the blazing heat. The Princess rode atop the Knight, too desperate to even walk…” Ayla felt her smile grow as she was further engrossed in this thrilling tale. It reminded her of the stories The Crafter would tell her. “We made it, and just in the nick of time! The Princess could see it, an unending sea before her. Delighted, knowing relief was just a second away, she hopped off the Knight and rushed to the waters edge. She pulled aside her royal attire and pissed, and oh did she piss! The lake water rose three inches that day! Peasants who drank from the lake were cured of any ailment. Including poverty! And at long last the Princess was relieved. To thank her noble Knight, she insisted he stay for wine, unaware that not only did wine make him tremendously gassy, but sleepy too. Our fine Princess would nap atop his glorious thighs! And that’s how it all happened!” After a moment of silence where it seems like Yuka is waiting for a thunderous applause, she shrugs her shoulders and smiles. “I hope we got the moral of the story: If in doubt, the land of eternal hope is here for you!"
Shibo muttered something under her breath, too quiet for anybody else to hear. She began clapping slowly, looking awkwardly at Yuka, who takes a victory bow. "I didn't think you were such a good storyteller, bar some embellishment. You should be a playwright."
"Embellishment is the mother of all modern tales." The Bard added. That was the first rule The Crafter had taught her.
"I learned from the best, I did." Ayla found herself being pulled in and once again tangled in one of Yuka's hugs. "Seeing my fiery-haired little princess fucker is all the inspiration I need."
"You're still my favourite storyteller in the whole realm." It's like being back with my older sister. Ayla thought as she wrapped her arms around Yuka, embracing her best friend. "You'll have to tell me what I've missed. In a similar manner, of course."
"It's a date! For now though, I should go speak with the baroness before she beats me with the stick up her arse.” Off Yuka ran, stopping only to turn back to Ayla “So you’ll show Shibo around?”
"Sure. I'm happy to help." The Thief vanished in the blink of an eye, using the speed she had built a reputation on. Even now watching her dart off into the distance still amazed Ayla. But once Yuka was gone, the air had grown quiet... and awkward. The Bard stood, being watched by Shibo and both were unsure what to say. Ayla adjusted her dress, swept back her hair and gave her new friend a kind smile and an offering of her hand. "Allow me to introduce myself properly this time!" She followed up with a bow. "My name is Addilyn Tsereteli, Bard of Balkana, Admirable Archer of the Arcane and and Royal-certified Guildhand of Guilden. Though... most just call me Ayla." She finished her excited introduction humbly.
Shibo glared at Ayla, looking overwhelmed by The Bard's introduction. Ayla was used to that look, partly stuck between wanting to punch her in the face and wanting to warmly shake her hand. Thankfully, the former had only happened once. Shibo smacked her lips. "Shibo Kenshiko, though most just call me Shibo." She introduced herself with an awkward chuckle.
"I, uh, am sorry I startled you while you were... you know." And then, unsure if it was driven by guilt, or stupidity, Ayla made the most bizarre offer. "If it'll make you feel any better... I could tell you a story about me?" What am I saying!? She couldn't believe the words coming from her mouth.
The girl, brushing her green-hair aside, glared, unamused by the offer. "And what good would that do?"
"Well..." Why am I still talking? "It might make you feel better if you hear something worse. I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot. Also it assures you that I won’t go gossiping, right? You’d be surprised how quickly word gets around this place." It's fine. She'll say no. Why would she want to hear something so ridiculous?
"On second thought, I'm curious now." Shibo answered with a smug grin growing on her lips. "It is only right to accept the offer of embarrassing secrets."
Gah! Of course she's one of Yuka's friends! She's a pervert! Ayla had expected her to say no. She would've taken some comfort in at least knowing she offered, but that brief moment of confusion from Shibo had made The Bard adamant she'd turn it down. Ayla twiddled her thumbs, damning herself for what she'd done. "Hehe... I guess I did offer that, huh?"
With a beating heart and cheeks as red as beets, Ayla started delving into her most embarrassing story; she remembered it like it was just yesterday - a tale about herself and her friends going out for drinks to celebrate her rank as a Guildhand. Ayla started the story slow, regret troubling her for getting herself in this situation. She spoke of getting drunk, filling herself to the brim on every ale the tavern could offer. The taste of bitter dripped on her tongue as she recalled it. Just as she got to the part about being carried home drunk, Ayla felt her tongue weigh on her. She seized up and couldn't say another word of her story. "You know... the rest if pretty silly. You don't want to hear it." She chuckled nervously, hoping Shibo would be happy with just that.
It didn't sit with Shibo, who merely shrugged her shoulders. "Would you mind continuing? You've made me curious now."
"C-Curious about an embarrassing story." It's Matilda all over again. This girl is perverted. "You sound like my old girlfriend. Or Yuka."
Again, Shibo shrugged her shoulders, showing that she was unwilling to hear anything against it. “I have to admit, Yuka’s story has put me in the mood for something with some bardic flair! And who better to tell it than a bard?”
“Yeah but… I could tell you about dragons or a great siege or something… Does it need to be about me… and… pissing?”
“It was your suggestion.” Shibo chuckled. “You don’t need to be so ashamed about telling me. Especially after… you know.” She pointed behind her, to the scene of the crime, still fresh. “Look at how Yuka told you her story so boldly. She told it like a bard, not sparing a single detail, and with a clear voice.” For the first time, Shibo sounded encouraging, but right now all that did was make Ayla even more uncomfortable. This girl REALLY wants to hear this.
She grabbed the hem of her dress, rubbing her hands against the soft fabric. It made her feel at peace. “I d-don’t think bards tell these kinds of stories, especially to a big audience.” She rubbed her ruby cheeks.
Shibo strutted past her and plopped herself down on a chair left on the dock. “Well for now, it’s just me. I’m your audience.” She leant forward in the chair. “Don’t be embarrassed. Think of it like any other story. Fighting a dragon, fighting legions of undead, just think of it like that!”
Ayla covered her mouth, hiding a chuckle. “You’re… really eager to hear this aren’t you?” She said softly. She's a pervert, she's a pervert, she's a pervert.
“You offered. A good bard doesn’t tell a story and stop halfway.” Shibo sat, hands crossed. “Just go when you’re ready. Take your time.”
Although her cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment, Ayla clenched her fist. She was a bard, a creator of stories, and she wouldn't falter from the task. “Okay.” She brushed a strand of fiery hair from her eyes and took a deep breath. This would be the best performance Shibo had ever heard. “So later that night I woke up in pitch blackness. With all the drinking, and merriment going on in town, I didn’t get a chance to “Spend a penny” before bed. So I woke up fit to burst. A whole night of wine trying to break me down like the walls of a grand castle! In a really sloppy state, I was left with no choice but to drag myself to the privies.” I need movement! To show her what it was really like! Ayla began mimicking the motions of that night like they were happening again.“Do you know what it’s like moving around in the dark when you’re really drunk, plus you really need to piss? It’s not pleasant. I felt like a zombie, full of wine and piss, dragging my feet through the dark, eerie corridors of Fort Victoria on my quest for relief.” This isn't so bad. “I finally, after a long hobble through the halls, got to the privies. But do you know what I found? That they were locked! But!” She raised a finger. “Only the girls. So I did what any girl would do in my situation…” Her tongue began to seize again as memories of what happened next flooded her mind. “I used the boys privies…”
"Don't be shy about it." Shibo, who looked enthralled, clenched her fist, urging her to carry on. "Just remember how Yuka told hers and keep going!"
"Right!" Ayla felt reinvigorated, like she was telling a gripping, grand ballad before the courts of the finest castle. “So in I went, secretly and slyly, knowing if I’d be caught it would be over. A girl using the boys privy? I’d be chastised until the end of time! In I went, quiet as a whisper and to my own desperate dismay I noticed something horrible; the privies were nowhere to be seen, removed from existence…” Again, the haunting thoughts dulled the flame inside her. “...All there was… was the… iron t-trough… which I tried to… I pulled down my shorts and… in the trough…” She could still remember looking down at the dull steel trough, puzzling herself at how she was supposed to use it without the proper faculties.
Looking disgusted, Shibo leant in. "You... didn't... in the..."
SHE'S A PERVERT! “I g-got stage fright. Doing it like a boy, I couldn’t, no matter how much I had to go. Yuka makes it look so easy, huh?” Ayla could only shrug her shoulders. “Keeping a strong face… I zipped back up and ran back into the black night, at this point I wouldn’t make it much longer. Ah!” Remembering Yuka's own tale, Ayla thrust a finger toward the lake. “The land of eternal hope, as Yuka calls it! I just had to make it out of the fort and down to the waters edge. A bush, a tree, a ledge, that's not as embarrassing as in the boys! When you're a traveller, you're basically raised peeing in nature! So off I went! On my walk out, all I could think of was just getting it done, but then fate threw a horrible twist! I heard voices coming up from town. I couldn’t let those people see me in my state, nor could I let them know where I was going. So… I ran and hid in the stable until they could pass. But then, another cruel twist of fate for the poor bard! My attempts to avoid detection worked too well! one of the boys locked me in the stables, unaware of my presence. That..." That was the worst part. "Was the end of it. I couldn't hold it in any longer. Alone, drunk, and about to water myself like a plant… I did it right there… in the hay.”
"Let me guess, somebody saw you making water in the hay?" There was a subtle look of disgust on Shibo's face. Ayla could barely see it, but she knew it was there.
It had been much worst, but Ayla wasn't yet at that part. “You’d think that. But here's the biggest twist of the whole story." And here came the twist, the most important part of any story, but recounting her worst moment didn't give Ayla the energy she needed for the grand finale. "It was, actually, all a dream. I was sleeping, and… actually relieving myself… in my bed.”
“Your bed?” Shibo asked.
“My bed.” Ayla confirmed it.
“Did anybody find out about it?”
“Funny you should say that,” And here was the biggest twist, the twist of the twist. “I was sharing a bed with my g-girlfriend at the time. We were c-cuddling so, of course, I ended up making my water against her back.” Not that it bothered Matilda, she always had a thing for that. “She got pretty soaked.” The warm memories of her old lover made Ayla giggle. “I… uh… So that’s it! A tale as shameful as your own!" I need a moral! Yuka's story had a moral! All good stories have a moral! Aha! "You don’t need to be so ashamed about doing what we all do. We’re Guildhands! Adventurers! We pee where we have to, right?” Unable to think of anything else to say, Ayla finished her story with a thumbs up that must've looked as awkward as it felt.
Shibo looked lost for words, her mouth was wide open but no words came out. "I... guess." She said, just saying something to fill the empty air.
"But that story's just our little secret right?" Overcome with the excitement she hadn't felt in a long while, The Bard wrapped up her enchanting tale with a bow and a question. "I haven't had a chance to tell a story in a while, even if it was my most embarrassing one. So what did you think?"
She expected praise, applause befitting of the best playwrights, but what Ayla expected was not what Ayla got. With a smug smile, Shibo crossed her arms. "I thought it was cute."
"C-Cute?" C-Cute! She really is a pervert! She couldn't look a stranger in the eyes after being told that. I just told her a story about wetting myself... and she found it cute! "No! No! No! You weren't meant to say that!" Ayla screamed with scorn. "It's not a cute story! It was a recollection of my most embarrassing moment! It wasn't meant to be cute!" Her cheeks felt hot as blood rushed to them, she must have looked as red as a pepper. "You’re supposed to say that it made you feel better! That was my intention! You can’t call my most shameful moments cute!” What kind of pervert calls that kind of story cute!?
"Well it did." Shibo shrugged. "But that doesn't mean I didn't find it adorable." She said with a smug smile.
"Adorable?" She's doing this on purpose! She has to be! "I tell you that I peed myself and you tell me it was cute and adorable like you’re one of those sleazy patrons at the Le’moir!” Befitting of the sleaziest, filthiest hole in all of Guilden! That's the kind of pervert she is!
Shibo gasped, recoiling with disgust. "What kind of voyeur do you take me for!?" She protested. "It's not lewd of me to tell you that story was adorable."
"It wasn't adorable!" Ayla couldn't take it, she couldn't look this voyeur in the eyes any longer. All she saw in those gleaming eastern eyes was a girl imagining her making a large stain on her sheets. “Imagine if it was you in my situation, reeling, desperate, about to burst! Imagine dreaming that you're making your water, only to wake up and see you're pissing your bed… with your girlfriend still in it!”
“I can’t say I went in my bed...” With a gentle jerk of her finger, Shibo pointed once again to the large damp patch on the stone. “But please don’t make me say it."
“Oh… r-right...” Ayla glanced over Shibo's shoulder. “I f-forgot.” Now she just felt guilty, retreating from Shibo's gaze and burying her head beneath her long fiery locks. “I can’t really speak, can I? I guess you do know what it’s like." Wanting to lighten the mood, she chuckled. "At least you didn't do it up somebody though."
“Can we move on from this?” Shibo sighed. It was obvious she'd grown weary of the conversation. “Would you mind showing me up to the chambers?"
Ha! We can move on from this! "Gladly! Grab your bag and let's get going. It's quite a way from the Undercroft!" Ayla rushed off toward the stairs, expecting Shibo to be right behind her. She'd hoped the new apprentice would be excited about seeing her new quarters, but as Ayla looked back to check, it was obvious she did not share her energy. "I... um, do you need a moment for anything else?"
Shibo shook her head, hoisted her rucksack over her shoulder and followed Ayla into the Undercroft.
The girls ventured through the bowels of the fort. To fill the silence, Ayla talked about Yuka, warning Shibo for what she'd gotten herself into. The blonde haired thief that Ayla called her best friend drank endlessly, farted when she pleased, and groped most things in range of her and to most apprentices that was enough for them to keep their distance. Shibo was well aware and didn't seem so bothered about being teased. But the best part came when Ayla shared the one thing about Yuka that made most people almost faint with disbelief. "She's royal-certified."
The sounds as Shibo stammered and stuttered, trying to reply to what she'd just heard gave Ayla a fit of the giggles. At least she didn't go pale, or shriek, or question it violently, believing she was being tricked. She looked to be frozen in time, jaw agape, trying to make sense of what she'd just been told. The Royal Guildhands were the best of the Guild, and to see a girl with such poor conduct carry that rank and its reputation was too much for some people to understand.
Past the spiral stairs, the girls had a run-in with two of the guilds more reclusive workers. It was Shibo who noticed first, retreating back into the corridor when she heard the approaching footsteps. "Shibo, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost?"
"I'm fine, just a little startled by the footsteps, is all."
Yuka's been gossiping about them hasn't she? It was a petty pasttime of Yuka's to beguile apprentices about the girls in the Undercroft, making them out to be demons who worked in the shadows, feasting on people who strayed down here. And Ayla wondered why Lucina wanted her in her study.
The girls walked out into the corridor and were met by Andi, the assistant, and daughter of Fort Victoria's distinguished gunsmith, the small dark-haired engineer Margo. Although her short stature and pudgy face gave her the appearance of a child, Margo was older than expected. Eighteen years. She kept much of figure concealed beneath a dark, oil-smelling cloak.
Andi, after her usual warm greetings, spoke to Shibo. Ayla was surprised to see the two had met, especially after their falling out with Yuka. From what she heard, it seemed that Shibo was supposed to meet Andi and her mother for tea, but based on the compromising position Ayla had found her in, and Yuka's fondness for her, it looked like that didn't happen. “I didn’t know she’d made plans with you both. Heh, if I’d known I’d have offered to walk her to the gunsmith." She said nothing of where Shibo had been, or who she'd been with. That was best for all.
They converse a short while, but not for too long. After a half-arsed introduction by Margo, Andi was interrupted by her pulling at her dress, looking quite impatient. "Andi, can we please-" She winces, her feet crossed beneath the confines of her cloak, "I drank quite a bit of tea."
Andi leaned down and whispered into her mothers ear. "Can you not hold it another min-"
"No, now Andi!" She began pushing Andi down the corridor, off towards the privies with fuming impatience. "I can't stand another minute for you to idly chit-chat."
The girls disappeared toward the privies before Andi could finish her conversation, leaving Ayla and Shibo alone in the corridors. “Don’t take it personally.” Ayla said, trying to lighten the mood. “Margo rarely speaks to anybody in the guild. She shows up, works in the gunsmith and then heads home.” She rarely does anything else. She's just in there all day with Andi. “She doesn’t get along with most of us. I used to talk with her and Andi all the time, but she and Yuka had a… falling out…”
“A falling out?"
With a heartsunk frown, Ayla described their strained relationship. "She and Yuka had a small "disagreement" about something. We don't like to talk about it.” She put it plainly, sparing the details that even she didn't like to recount. Suddenly, the thought of the nearby privies reminded Ayla that she had urgent business to attend to. She had wished to make a deposit at the privy before Lucina had her off hunting down Yuka and now she was growing desperate, the weight of last nights feast was pushing down on her lower tummy. I guess since I'm here, I could use the privies down there. "Do you mind if I make a quick stop before we head up?" Ayla felt her cheeks grow warm. "I, umm, just need to take care of something. It's okay if you want to keep going." Please say yes. "You probably want to get settled in right?" Please say yes. "I can wait if you're eager to get to your new quarters."
Shibo shrugged her shoulders, she didn't seem too bothered. "Sure." She replied.
That was all Ayla wanted to hear. She'd been desperate to go since getting back, but now she was struggling to hold it. "T-Thank you. I've been travelling all night and didn't have a chance to stop." Not to deal with this anyway. "I hadn't even got to unpack my stuff before the Guildmaster had me looking for Yuka." She rushed down the corridor, but as if the lords of fate had spat in her face, tragedy struck, and Ayla could see she wouldn't be using the lavatory the moment she saw a very animated Margo staring up in pain at the door. For herself, Ayla didn't mind; It was just a mild inconvenience. But for Margo, who was shuffling on her feet, pressing her hands between her legs, it was a different story.
"What's wrong with the lavatory?" Ayla asked.
"It's out of order." Andi replies with a disappointed sigh. "Mother should-"
Margo didn't wait to listen to her daughter. Already, the pudgy engineer was storming back off down the hallway, muttering curses in her native tongue. Although Ayla was barely versed in the tongue of Steilheim, she was certain she heard the word "fuck" more than once.
"Mother! W-Wait up!" Andi rushed off after her.
All four girls reunited in the corridors. Margo pacing back and forth, continuing to curse. Her usual pale face was glowing red as she bit her lip, wincing in agony.
"Mother... It's not too bad, is it?" Andi asked with a sorrowful voice.
"I drank a whole pot of tea, what do you think!?"
At least you didn't eat an entire table of food. Ayla commented in her head.
"Would you feel better if we went down to the lake?" Her daughter suggested. "You could tinkle there."
For a girl so reserved, the thought of pissing in a murky lake filled Margo with disgust, and it showed as her face twisted at the thought. But to Ayla, it looked like there was a brief moment of contemplation. "P-Please" She shook her head. “I have some semblance of decency! I’m not that wine-drinking fotze who sullies where she pleases!”
"I can't go down to the lake either." Ayla added. I wish I could. "I, uh, need to use a privy." If she had to piss, she wouldn't have had a doubt of squatting over the water and relieving herself there, but the thought of crimping off a solid length in the lake was a thought too vile for The Bard to comprehend.
Without warning, Margo wandered off again, this time off toward the upper halls of the Fort. “We’ll just have to go up to the halls." She was already far down the corridor, her words traipsing into an echo.
I... I need to go with them. I can't hold it in much longer. With a warm brow, Ayla placed her hand on Shibo's shoulder. "D-Do you m-mind if we g-go with them?" Shibo did not object, and with her permission, both girls caught up with Andi and Margo.
The nearest facilities after the Undercroft were in the dining hall. On the walk, Ayla feared the hall would be packed. Over a hundred Guildhands filling their empty bellies and relieving their full bladders after a hard day on the training yards. The line would be long, longer than she'd be able to wait. She walked slowly, keeping her pace with Margo, who waddled along, wincing with every step. Andi and Shibo continued their conversation, leaving Ayla to her own business. She focused all of her strength on holding herself. She clenched her fists in a desperate need to distract herself from the pain in her belly. Her steps were rough and slow, the hard head of the turtle pushing against her hole with every step.
“Ayla? How are you feeling?” She had been so distracted she didn't even notice Shibo had asked her.
Like I could just go in my knickers. "Ha! I'm fine!" She downplayed her own urges, hiding too that her issues lay with her bowels, not her bladder. "Seeing the lavatory though, made me feel a bit weaker."
“Where are we going, anyway?” Shibo looked around at the girls, waiting for any to answer.
“The dining hall. That’s the nearest lavatory from here.” Andi is the first, and most willing, to answer. She looked down at her mother and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Mother, are you sure you wouldn’t be better just using a beaker in the sm-”
"Don’t say another-” Margo was not keen on the attention, rejecting her mother with a push. “Please just… silence until we get to the lavatory.”
The rest of their walk was in silence, the only sounds were the soft whimpers of Margo as she ferried a full bladder up the stairs and along to the dining halls. Through the empty corridors, the girls finally arrived in the large hall of the fort. And it was just as Ayla had feared. She didn't care for the tables full of fighters ripping away at their meals. Her eyes immediately went toward the lavatory at the rear of the hall. "Look at that line..." She said miserably, raising a finger toward the line of desperate people waiting patiently outside the privies. "We couldn't have come at a worse time."
"What do you want to do, mother?" Andi looked down at her mother, who was bulging beneath her cloak, her short stubby legs shaking. "Should we just go home and you can use our toilet?"
"I don't think I can suffer the long walk home." Margo squeaked. "T-There are facilities in the living quarters, correct? T-Those are closer. We'll just have to use them."
The living quarters!? The very thought of suffering the long walk to the rear of the castle made Ayla falter for a brief moment. In the moment of weakness, she felt her tightly puckered hole unclench, something slimy poking slightly from her opening. The Bard winced and pressed her hands against her hole. "They're all the way in the north wing!"
Suddenly, her hand caught something nestled in her pocket. Ayla remembered. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was saved. She raised her hand meekly and grabbed the attention of all three girls. "I, uh... have an idea. We could u-use the lavatory in the Guildmaster's q-quarters." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silver key. "I, uh, have a key."
The girls glared at the silver key in Ayla's hand. "Why on earth do you have a key for the Guildmaster's quarters?" Margo, of the three girls, was the one to ask.
"I got it from Lucina." And forgot to give it back/
"And we're welcome to use her facilities?"
Ayla chuckled nervously. "Not exactly. I, uh, borrowed this key and forgot to give it back."
Both girls stared at the key with devilish temptation. The Guildmaster's quarters was just up one set of stairs. The finest chamber in the whole fort, and she had a key for it. She'd been in there plenty of times, but never had she used the privy. She could only imagine it being a grand room, lavished with the most fragrant flowers and a marble box to sit your arse atop. The thought was too tempting to pass up, but she needed to hear from the other girls first.
Finally, Margo opposed, turning her back on the key. "I can't, and neither can you. We're not getting in trouble for trespassing."
Oooh... I was hoping she'd say yes! The visions of a sweetly-scented marble privy were fading from her mind.
"I have to agree with Margo." Shibo added. "We can't trespass in the Guildmaster's quarters just to use their toilet."
"S-See?" Margo pointed toward Shibo. "At l-least she has some s-sense!"
Andi spoke up too. "I agree with mother and Shibo. Lucina wouldn't appreciate us trespassing in her quarters and using her facilities. No matter how desperate the situation."
"We have some respect for her privacy. I also quite enjoy my work, even if it is in a dark filth-ridden dungeon. I'm not going to damn that for the sake of my comfort." Margo spoke like a cannon fired, hitting Ayla's gut with a growing feeling of guilt with each word she spoke. The tone of her voice growing angrier.
"You said the other lavatories were in the living quarters, right Ayla?" Shibo asked.
"That's all the way in the north tower!" Ayla replied with a whimper. Just thinking about the privy made her hole quiver. "If I don't get to privy soon I'm going to..." Ahh! I can't say it out loud! The Bard shuffled on her feet, turning her eyes away from Shibo. She could feel the warmth as blood rushed to her cheeks. "Might go..." That was the only way she could say it, like an embarrassed little girl.
"You can hold it." Shibo said with an encouraging smile. The apprentice did her best to be supportive.
Uhh... I wanted to go use Lucina's privy so badly. I can't go on my own. "You're right." Ayla returned the apprentice's smile. "It'd be rude to just invite myself into Lucina's quarters and use her privy lavatory." I really need to... "Let's just go."
And then, without warning, horror swept over her; Ayla's eyes widened, her lips trembled. From her quivering hole, a small tuff of wind escaped. Ah! Ayla wanted to scream, it wasn't loud but it was certainly ripe, polluting the air around her. "We need to get going now! Right now! Now! Now! Now!" As if possessed, The Bard grabbed Shibo by the shoulder and vacated the dining hall. Please don't smell it! Please don't smell it! Please don't smell it!
"Did I hear something just now?" Shibo asked with a puzzled look.
Ah! She heard it! "No! Nothing! Nothing at all! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"
Ayla pushed Shibo out into the corridor. Already she felt another gurgle and her urge to break wind was growing. Her stomach felt bloated, her ring began twitching as she tried to hold in the impending fart. Once she was in the corridor Ayla walked frantically toward an open window in the middle of the corridor. She turns her butt to the window and let loose there, the air lifting her skirt, and let the wind carry her foul air.
Thankfully for The Bard nobody seemed to care that she'd rushed off. Shibo and Andi were distracted by Margo, who had stopped just outside the dining hall. Her face tensed up and the engineer fell onto her knees, still covered by her long cloak. Please no! Ayla pleaded with the gods of fate. Margo looked incapacitated, so full to the brim that she could no longer stand on her own two feet.
The girls chatted out of earshot of Ayla, who was busy dealing with her own problems out of earshot of the girls. She could see Andi and Margo whispering to each other, which was never a good sign. Margo only ever resorted to whispers when it was something rather unpleasant that she didn't wish to share.
"What's the matter?" Ayla called back to her friends. Please hurry!
"Mother is feeling a bit... over-encumbered. She just needs a moment."
Another toot polluted the fresh air, riper than the last. Ayla grimaced, grasping her belly and hobbling up and down. "I d-don't think I have a moment!" The weight of her bowels made it feel like there was a landslide pushing against her puckered ring, about to break free into her knickers. "P-Please hurry!"
Shibo looked up from consoling Margo, her eyes glanced at The Bard as she let loose in the wind for a third time. “Ayla, can you hold it a little longer? Just while Margo has a moment to pull herself together. You should go on ahead if you can't."
"Ah... I-I..." I-I'd love to... There was nothing Ayla wanted more than to rush off, but she couldn't. But a Royal Guildhand must put others before themselves. She remembered the oath she had sworn. If she abandoned Margo and rushed off to selfishly cater to her own needs she wouldn't forgive herself. "No, it's f-fine." Even thinking about it filled her with guilt, the thought of breaking her honour and leaving a helpless girl to an unfortunate accident. "It wouldn't be fair to Margo if I left you all and took care of myself."
"That's very considerate of you, Ayla." Andi smiled. "But please don't make yourself uncomfortable for mother's sake."
The Bard let loose another toot, wetter than the last three, growing the fear that she had just drawn mud in her knickers. "It's n-no problem, Andi. I can wait." I can't wait! Please hurry! She tried to disguise her discomfort with a feigned smile that didn't last long.
It was at that moment, just when things seemed bleak for both desperate girls, that an unlikely thing occurred. "I don't mind carrying you, Margo." Shibo knelt down on one knee and offered herself to Margo.
Everything went silent as Margo and Andi whispered among themselves. Ayla kept her distance, squeezing her thighs and fighting against the forces bearing down on her anus. Her muscles were beginning to feel weak, trembling. She was losing the fight, but she had to hold out. All she could do now was relieve the pressure in her tummy by the open window, concealing the evidence of the vile acts committed by her rear.
The girls whispered among themselves again. And finally, much to Ayla's joy, Margo agreed to the odd proposition. She wrapped her arms around Shibo's shoulders and allowed the new apprentice to carry her. Haa... we can get going! I n-need to hurry, I can feel the troll coming out of the cave!" Right, can we g-get going please?" Feeling her stomach settle briefly, Ayla approached the girls. "We've got the whole fort to walk through."
The walk was agony, worse than she could imagine. Ayla could hardly walk, moving with a stiff, rigid movement. It felt like she was walking with a rod up her backside, every step jostling it loose. To make it worse, she was forced to match the speed of Shibo, who carried Margo with caution and care. Her stomach grumbled, her legs trembled, and it was beginning to look impossible. The wind was the worst part, her gut gurgled and the only resistance was the weakening muscles of her rectum, clenching her ring shut with dwindling strength.
It was the worst for Ayla near the north tower. As the girls walked through the corridors, Ayla felt herself slip, and as she took a rogue step forward, her sphincter unclenched, and the fart she had been holding escaped with a loud, indistinct creak. Her cheeks burned like wildfire as she caught glimpse of two apprentices out on the balcony, enjoying an evening puff of their pipes. The girls behind her looked around, trying to make out the source of the creaking sound; Shibo was the one to ask. "Did I just hear a floorboard creak?"
"Ha... yep! Loose floorboards!" Ayla chuckled. I need to go before they realize floorboards don't leave such a smell.
A few more minutes of agonizing walking. There was only silence between the girls, leaving Ayla with the teasing thoughts in her head. Margo looked no better, pressing herself against Shibo and whimpering every few steps. This is embarrassing... I feel like a little girl being guided to the privy. Everybody we pass keeps looking... The pressure in her gut made her feel bloated again, like she was going to pop. I... really... need to... fart... She needed to get away just for a moment. If she could get somewhere quiet, she could at least relieve herself of some of the air in her tummy. Luckily, the last corridor before the tower was connected to the old balconies overlooking the lake. The balcony! Perfect! She clapped her hands together gleefully. She just needed to slip away for a moment and then relief could be hers.
Ayla stopped just before doorway to the balcony. "Hey, you guys go on ahead without me. I... need a moment."Ayla addressed her friends with a straining voice. She tried to keep her composure, clenching the muscles of her rectum as tightly as her strength would allow her.
"Okay, let's go, Shibo." Margo was accepting of the idea, pressing her thighs against Shibo and spurring her forward like a horse.
"Mother, no! Ayla was kind enough to wait for you. We'll be kind enough to wait for her." Andi addressed Margo sternly with a waggle of her finger. "You're a grown girl, you can hold it in for a moment."
"Are you not aware of my current circums-"
"Do what you have to do, Ayla. But please be quick." Andi ignored her mother and spoke to directly to Ayla. She gestured toward the doorway she was heading toward, ignoring the desperate mutterings of Margo who continued to squirm impatiently on Shibo's shoulders.
They're not even going to ask? Ha... thank the heavens. "Thank you, Andi. I promise I'll be quick." With her friends waiting, Ayla staggered out onto the walkway, almost doubled over as her stomach felt like it was about to pop. She feared a wrong move would be enough to ignite the bubbles brewing in her gut. She was alone out here, nobody would hear the sinful sounds that would come from her backside. Her cheeks were burning; even when she was alone, Ayla felt embarrassed about breaking wind. The sound, the smell, anybody passing could catch a whiff, but right now she had no choice. She was completely alone.
She walked to the very end of the balcony, as far away from the door as she could. Once she was certain nobody would hear the evidence, Ayla turned, aiming her butt towards the lake, and as soon as she heard the wind whistle, let loose a reeking whistle of her own. Oooh... I needed that. The pressure in her gut abated as Ayla let a gust of wind loose in her knickers. "Haa..." She moaned, quivering with glee. That one was skirt-lifting.
Her stomach rumbled and within seconds the need to break wind was already overwhelming. Ayla leant back on the railing and let out a second tuff of wind. She squeaked as the second toot came with more than just a foul smell. Something reared its slimy head again, pushing against her hole. Ah! The troll's almost out of the cave! She couldn't idle any longer. She rushed back into the corridors, keeping her hands behind her back, subtly holding them against her puckered ring. If she didn't get to the privy soon, there'd be a mess to clean up.
"Ha, sorry about that." Ayla re-approached the party, keeping her composure, albeit poorly. Her knees were weak, trembling, about to give in as she felt the urge to just squat down and fill her knickers. "I was just making sure... the city was... okay!" She bumbled, piecing together the first words that came into her head. What a pisspoor excuse, they'll know something was amiss... I can't tell them I just went to fart... it'd be embarrassing.
Thankfully, none of the girls looked interested in asking. Margo was squirming on Shibo's back, each uncomfortable shuffle the small girl made looked to be her last. She buried her head in Shibo's shoulder while Andi tried to comfort her mother, reassuring her that soon they'd be at the privy. Thank the heavens. Rigid and stiff, but with her stomach somewhat settled, Ayla pushed on with the girls, on toward the north tower.
The lavatory in the north tower resided down a short, dimly lit corridor. A lone wooden door marked the entrance and before she even got close, Ayla could sense something was amiss. She could make out the note pinned to the door and she knew it was not a good sign. Dockert... you senile old... Gah! What's happening this time? "No! No! No!" She dashed ahead of the other girls and ripped the note from the door, desperate to read it.
A note to all apprentices: “There’s only one working privy while we fix the waterway beneath the halls. So if you’ve got to squirt out that rancid filth they serve in the mess, you can turn back ‘round and shit there. Don’t worry, we’re not going to have you pissing from the balconies all night. Work’ll be done shortly after dinner. So keep your arseholes puckered 'til then” - Dockert
"Oh thank heavens... I thought we were in trouble."
"What? What does it say?" Just as she finished reading the note was yanked from her hands by Margo, who glanced over it, crumpled it up and threw it on the floor. “A-At least one is still functional… that old custodian is still good for some…” Margo froze, and then without warning, struck the door open with her foot. "Just one more door!"
“Hold on! What do we d-do about the o-one stall?” Andi exclaimed, sounding as worried as both desperate girls. “Both of you need to go?”
Neither girls answer her question. Ayla didn't want to think about how it would be done. She was on the verge of soiling herself, and looking at how frantically Margo struck the door, she was on the verge of wetting herself. Both girls needed to get to the privy and only then could they decide who would get to plop themselves down first.
The familiar sight of the lavatory. At last, Ayla was here. She smiled with glee, just another minute and she'd be seated, knickers around her knees and unloading the burdens of her stomach. She glanced around, seeing the one privy open to her, the small wooden box waiting for her, teasing her. "Ha~" That was the best sight she'd seen all day. "Excuse me!" She walked off toward the alcove that housed the small wooden box. It's coming out!
But just as she reached the door, standing a mere inch away from relief. Something stops her. "N-No!" It was Margo, who had called out in protest. "I need to g-go first! I've been w-waiting long enough!"
"I have too!" I've been waiting longer! I've been waiting a whole day! Ayla wanted to yell, but she was too shy to do it. Even now as she stood with her legs shaking. "P-Please don't make me beg." I d-don't want to soil myself. "I don't want to say what will happen if I don't use the privy." It's almost touching my knickers. Ayla sighed. The sight of Margo, squirming on Shibo's back, gritting her teeth and moaning quietly into the sleeve of her jacket, made Ayla feel guilty. Uuuh... "You're right." Defeated, Ayla stepped aside and offered the privy to Margo. "“You’re right. I shouldn't be selfish. You've been waiting longer than I have.”
Margo looked as if she cracked a smile and she lowered herself from Shibo's back. "Put me down, Shibo." She waddled along, the front of her cloaking bulging as she grasped herself. "I shan't..."
But as Margo waddled desperately toward the privy, the plump brown snake she'd been holding in reared it's moist head from between her cheeks, spreading her hole. It was already descending. Ayla tried to resist, tried to pull back the snake unfurling, but her muscles couldn't cope, weary from the struggle. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She couldn't wait another second, let alone another minute. The inviting sight of the open wooden hole was too much for her quivering anus to bear. She had to go. Right now.
And then, Ayla did something even she wasn't expecting. She booled past Shibo and Margo, hunched over, grasping her stomach and pushed past the old wooden door. SLAM! She pulled the door shut, bolting the lock with her one good hand, the other already fumbling to pull down her knickers. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ayla squealed once she had realized her selfishness. "If I don't go right now, I'm going..." A spike of fear halted her tongue. Behind her shaking legs her anus twitched, the weight she could feel was slipping between her cheeks. "Ah! I'm sorry!"
She hooked both hands around her knickers and yanked them down. The log had already pushed itself out, dangling over the dark hole beneath her. "Ah!...ah...ahh!" the wooden box creaked as Ayla plopped herself down. Her stomach cramped for a brief moment, the intensity making the poor bard wince. The moist log spread her hole wider, slithering between her crack like a long, hot snake. "Ahhh~" The soft, sloppy consistency forced the snake to break up into smaller, sloppy lengths that plopped into the depths below. The small box-like privy filled with a muddy squelching that crackled against the hot air, polluted with the stench as she expelled.
The relief was overwhelming. Once the cramps had settled, Ayla felt her stomach lighten as she pushed off a length of the log. With a firm clench of her ring, her anus winced, crimping off the length she had produced. two, smaller sloppier logs followed from her muddied cave, plopping down into the depths beneath her with a small rain of mud. Each release began with a dirty toot that tickled the walls of her rear hole. The feeling, coupled with the relief of unloading made Ayla quiver.
But that wasn't the end of it; Ayla's stomach bubbled and with a small push, a final muddy toot gasped from her backside. "Hmm..." Ayla grinned, feeling the last of the pressure in her gut fade into the dark, polluted hole beneath her.
Her stomach gurgled, and a small bout of pressure filled her lower tummy. One final log needing to be expelled.
"Verdamme Fotze!" The angry foreign curses of Margo ruined the silence Ayla was enjoying. Ayla yelped, her heart began racing, her teeth bit against her lip with guilt. Fearing the door was going to be opened she lifted her knees and pressed her hands against her chest to conceal her maidenly garden.
The shock of Margo's attempts at intruding gave the bard stage fright. The log she was trying to force out retreated like a scared turtle to its shell. Her stomach cramped again; A brief pain in her gut that made Ayla wince once more.
"Just give me one more minute!" She whimpered, the banging wracking her with guilt as Margo slammed harder against the door. No matter how much she strained or shook, trying to push the last of the brown slop from her bowels, it wouldn't come. It was a stubborn one, lingering at the edge of her ring. She could feel the small round budge yearning for release.
The banging echoed. It was haunting. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! For a small girl she possessed a hand of solid steel.
Ayla whimpered, the banging wracking her with guilt as Margo slammed harder against the door. Suddenly, the banging stopped. Silence filled the stall. Drip! Drip! Drip! Like a faucet leaking, a piddling sound prattled in the quiet air. A small pale puddle crept along the ground, beneath the small gap in the door. The piddling grew more intense, into a muffled hiss that lasted for several seconds. The puddle growing beneath the door continued to grow, forming a pool that rested near her boots.
Everything went quiet again. Now a strong scent of urine mixed with the foulness of the privy, producing a stink that curdled The Bard's nose. "Eh, is everything okay out there?" Ayla asked. In her gut, she knew exactly what had happened, but she didn't have the heart to acknowledge it.
"Y-Yes!"
"Okay. It's just that..."
"I said everything is fine!" Margo responded venomously.
Before The Bard could say anything else, a powerful strike hit the door, causing her to yelp and lift her feet. Margo's angry...
She squirmed on the seat of the privy, shifting from cheek to cheek. She sat, twiddling her thumbs, waiting for the last length of her mess to slide from her hole. She pushed, her starfish twitching as she tried her hardest to push it out. Pfft! but all she could push out was a puff of foul air. "Hmm..." She grumbled. She reached for the small wooden holder beside the privy, hoping for some paper to wipe with. Empty. She shuffled on the privy, looking beside her, behind her, even above her for something to wipe her backside with, but there was nothing. "Hey Shibo, a-are you still there?" Ayla was given no choice but to ask those her friends waiting outside the door. "I, uh, do any of you have any tissues in your rucksacks? There's none in here."
"I have some, give me a second to find them." Her rucksack shuffled as Shibo rooted around for her tissues. Ayla bent down and took a gander at her knickers, fearing one of her earlier farts had drawn mud. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw they were still as white as when she'd put them on that morning. There was a tap on the door. "Here you g-go. Should I just open the door?"
"N-No! I'll j-just..." Ayla leant forward, feeling the wet mud on her cheeks squeezing together, and pulled the door open with just enough space to put her hand out. She fiddled around, waiting for the tissues to be placed in her hand. "They smell nice." She sniffed them. Mint, one of her favourites. "Like mint." She sat forward, squeezing the tissue until it crumpled and felt her stomach gurgle. "Umm... I have another favour. Would you minding running a faucet? J-Just for a minute?" The sound of running water always loosened her up. When on the trail and making a stop in the bushes, if she couldn't go, Ayla always listened to the river. The sounds of rushing water always helped to soften up her stomach.
"S-Sure." Shibo sounded confused but she accepted the strange request without question. The faucet creaked and right after the lavatory was filled with the rushing sounds of water.
Ayla leant forward, wrapping both hands around her stomach and closed her eyes. She let the gentle sounds of rushing water wash over her, imagining herself beside a long river. She shuffled again on the privy and finally felt the small log slip from her hole, dropping into the hole with a tiny splat.
The Bard breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was over. Much better... I'd been sitting on that all day. She grabbed the tissues she'd gotten from Shibo and wiped away the mess from her backside, using a generous helping of the sheets to clean off the muck. As soon as she felt spotless between the cheeks, Ayla yanked up her panties, and opened the privy door.
Patting her now empty tummy, Ayla stepped out from the stall. Upon walking out, the first step she took was into something wet. "Ah! What did I just step in!?" Horrified, she slowly tilted her head down, looking upon a massive lake that was spreading around the tiled floor. "Please tell me I just stepped in water!" She cringed, her skin feeling prickly as she stared down at the darkened patch on the front of her boot.
"It was," A small smirk began growing on Shibo's face, "a few hours ago."
M-Margo's p-p-pee! "Ah! Ew!" As gracefully as a drunken dancer, Ayla leapt over the puddle, but it only got worse. There was a soggy splatter, and Ayla felt the specks of something warm touch her bare legs. "Ah! I think it splashed on my leg!" She creased up, holding back her need to scream. P-Pee! And I've stood in it! Ew! Ew! Ew! She only made things worse for herself as she began wiping off the specks with her bare hands. Ah! What am I doing!? "Ew! Now it's on my hands!" Her hands felt dirty, sullied, defiled, like she'd wiped them through the puddle. "This is what I get for going first! I'm being punished!"
The sink! The sink! She rushed for the sink and ran her hands under the running faucet. The warmth of the water washed over her hands. It felt like heaven all over again. Shibo watched, letting a sly giggle escape at The Bard's misfortune.
Ayla couldn't believe it. What had started as a night of wanting some rest had turned into a horrible nightmare. She had met a perverted, yet polite apprentice and found herself walking the entire length of the Fort with a length of her own perched between her cheeks. For her, the day couldn't get much worse, but Ayla would take something good away from this. Sometime in the future, she'd look back at this day and remember her first meeting with Shibo Kenshiko: The Guild Apprentice. |
I planned three stories. But see, I pulled a sneaky on ya. This is a special one I found sitting in the vast wasteland that is my google docs. Originally, I banked pretty heavily on people picking the option that would have Shibo join Muaki in the alley for a sneaky pee (Not the smartest move to plan ahead in an interactive) The choice lost the alternative, which was to hold it in and these paragraphs were left to gather dust. So, I decided to finish it, have some nerd called @Dimwitrolo proofread for me and add to the short stories.
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Shibo and Muaki
When Shibo first imagined herself walking through the gates of Guilden, she imagined something out of a knight’s fable. She pictured herself taking graceful strides through the large wooden gates, taking in the sights and scenery of the most renowned city in Eserith. The idea filled her with the same excitement that had urged her to leave her home city for the midlands.
When the time finally came, and she looked upon the city of Guilden, was it everything she had imagined? No. Instead, she staggered through the gates, her legs tight to each other as she waddled forward, trying to not let on that she was just one rogue step away from flooding her leggings. Did she take in the sight of the old stone buildings, the beautiful landscape set against a sunny sky? No, instead, in her desperate state, her mind only cared about finding one thing; A toilet, somewhere she could relieve herself, anywhere.
To make matters worse, Shibo wasn’t alone. To make the matter the worst it could be, her newfound traveling companion, Muaki, was in the shame trouble she was. Both girls found themselves cross-legged in the city’s summer market, among a crowd of people. The only refuge they had for relief was a small privy shack near the market. For a brief moment, Shibo and Muaki thought their struggle was over, both girls could just drop their leggings and pee to their heart's content. Until they saw the line; the massive queue of desperate market-goers that teased the girls.
Shibo could keep her composure for a little while longer. It was Muaki who was the first to break. After bouncing around, crossing her legs, and whimpering, Shibo proposed an idea for them both: brave the yellow storm and head up to Fort Victoria. The walk wouldn’t take too long and both girls would be able to find the privies once they got up there. Muaki, despite looking like she was about to burst, reluctantly agreed and followed Shibo into the narrow streets leading up to the fort.
The streets were eerily empty, the only sounds came from the market that was slowly fading into the distance with each step taken. The girls rushed quickly through the streets, up toward the fort. It was all going well. Both Shibo and Muaki braved the worst of the storms that were raging between their legs, but all that effort would come undone. In a small plaza, the sound of splashing caught the attention of both girls; a nice, stone fountain sat in center of the plaza, gurgling gleefully, water spouting from the center.
“That’s… a nice fountain.” She said with quivering lips. That was it for Muaki, who felt the muscles between her legs grow weak at the sight and sound of the rushing water. She stared blankly at the spraying stream of water like she was purposely punishing herself; the sight conjured the pleasant feelings of making a fountain of her own, the sounds helping her envision the desperate fantasies in her head. Muaki slumped her shoulders, and crossed her legs as tightly as she could. “Forget it! I can’t hold it in any longer!” She undid the straps around her shoulders and dropped the barrel she was carrying onto the floor. She grasped herself between the legs and darted off desperately toward a building.
Shibo could only watch. She knew what Muaki intended to do, but she couldn’t stop herself from asking. “Mui, where are you…?”
“I can’t wait until we reach the fort! I gotta take a leak now~” She bounced around furiously, the bottom of her robe fluttering around as she hopped from foot to foot. “I feel like a shitty little cup that is being overfilled! I wanna feel like one of those nice empty cups that are empty! So screw it! I’ve taken a leak in worse places!” She spotted an alleyway up the road, the perfect place to dip off and take a pee in private. “Gotta pee~ Gotta pee~ Gotta pee~” She rushed into the dimly lit narrow space and tugged at her robes. “Gah! Beaker! Please~ please~ please~” She waved her hands furiously, waiting for Shibo to acknowledge her. “Actually no! I’ll get it! Just… be a look out… for me, please~” Rushing back toward her barrel, Muaki ducked down and tried to rive the door open. “Gah! Pee~ pee~ pee~” She kept uttering the words like a wizard would a spell, hoping that maybe saying them enough would prevent an accident.
Shibo stood guard for her, leaning against the wall and trying her best to not let on that she was close to an accident herself. It wasn’t hard for her, she just had to keep her legs crossed and her mind distracted.
“Oh no… don’t you do this to me!” The hatch for the barrel didn’t budge. “I oiled you and changed your damn lock the other day!” Muaki screeched.
“What’s the matter?” Shibo looked back, curious about what had the Alchemist fuming.
“The hatch won’t open! My bottles are in there!” She pulled at the hatch of the barrel, but the wooden door didn’t bow to her feeble arms. She put all of her strength into riving off the hatch, stopping only when she felt something warm between her legs. “Eep!” Muaki tensed up. “I t-think I leaked. Her cheeks turned red. “Please~” She got on her knees, and wrapped her arms around the barrel, giving it the look of a sad puppy like she was expecting the barrel to feel for her in this trying time. “Don’t do this now! I need just one beaker to go pee in!”
Shibo watched as the barrel didn’t respond. Like it was going to. The Alchemist, not really sure what to expect from her inanimate traveling barrel kicked it in frustration. “Where are you going to go?” Shibo asked, feeling her heart skip a beat as she knew exactly what Muaki was hinting at.
“In that alley up there!” She gestured with a mischievous grin toward the small gap between two buildings.
Shibo felt her heart sink. She gulped. “You can’t go there!”
“Why the heck not?” Muaki protested. “It’s no different from peeing outdoors!” She kicked her barrel in frustration. “You’re not one of those girls who gets shy about doing it outside, are you?” The Alchemist began grinning.
“Well…” Of course she was no stranger to relieving herself outdoors. When journeying alone and the need arose, Shibo was not averse to finding a private patch of grass or a nice rock to wet. That was the first shame to overcome when traveling. But this was different; this wasn’t the outdoors.
“All you have to do is keep watch for me please~” Muaki started kicking the barrel. “Open you stupid piece of tree!”
Shibo found herself enticed watching Muaki; she was shuffling desperately, pigeon-toed as she tussled with the inanimate barrel. I hope you can get it open. She thought to herself. Watching her friend battle with the barrel got Shibo thinking. She stood there with her own legs pressed together, just as desperate as Muaki. She looked up to the paths leading to the fort. Nobody was around, the small stores along the streets were shut for the day. Everybody was down enjoying the festivities in the market. She turned her attention to Fort Victoria looming overhead. “Can I hold it until we get up there.” It still felt like such a long walk.
It was then, that the dirtiest thought entered Shibo’s mind; she found herself looking at the alley with a sinful quivering of her lips. Nobody was around, she was free to use the alley with Muaki. “I can’t” Shibo shook off the thoughts of temptation that polluted her mind. She had to force herself away from the sight of the dirty alley. “I won’t.” She wouldn’t think about it anymore, or so she’d thought. Her lips were quivering, and not only the ones she spoke from. At that moment, as her legs began shaking, Shibo knew she couldn’t hold it in forever. “I can wait.” She encouraged herself, turning her back on the alley as if vanquishing the idea forever.
“Huh? Shibo? Did you say something?” She had been so caught up in her own head that she didn’t realize Muaki standing beside her. Behind her, the door of the barrel was wide open, and the hinges on the floor. The Alchemist had broken into her own barrel and now was stood, legs crossed, clutching two full-length beakers in her little arms.
Shibo wasn’t exactly sure why she’d grabbed two. One looked big enough. “You’re g-going to use a beaker?” Shibo quivered, pointing to the glass beakers.
“Of course I’m using a beaker!” Muaki yelled. “If somebody goes up there or walks past, I don’t want them to know I took a leak there! I can hide the evidence with a beaker~” She put the beaker against her waist with a cheeky smile, pretending she was using it. “Also pretty good for what I’m doing~” She flapped her robes, displaying their length and her meaning. “It’ll look like I’m just admiring the brick~”
It sounded ridiculous, but right now Shibo was too tired, and too full, to say anything. “Fine. I wasn’t judging. Please be quick, will you? For my sake as well as yours.” The streets may have been empty, but that could change. If somebody wandered up here and saw her standing guard for a girl peeing a few feet away in an alley, Shibo would collapse before she could utter a word. “Go!”
“Aye, aye! Keep a good watch for me!” Muaki gave a salute and dashed off into the alley. “Ahh! It’s gonna come out!” She whimpered.
Off Muaki went to take care of her bladder, leaving Shibo. She watched the little Alchemist vanish and sighed wearily. She wanted to do it too, more than anything right now, but she couldn’t. A wave of desperation crashed against her bladder, forcing Shibo to cross her legs. She hopped up on the barrel and crossed her legs, waiting for the pain between her legs to die down. She leant forward wedging a hand between her thighs and biting her lip with a pained gritty expression twisting her face. “I said I wouldn’t.” Her eyes began lingering on the alley again. “I won’t be doing it.”
Her refusal to make use of the alley didn’t well with her bladder. Her muscles, clenched as tightly as she could cross her legs, started quivering. She had been holding it for so long, and she could not wait any longer. Suddenly, Shibo felt something wet. A single warm dribble leaked from her maidenly spout. “Ah!” Terror filled her as a single, hot spurt escaped into her knickers. It wasn’t small, being felt across the front of her knickers. “Ah… I don’t think I can hold it.” She knew this was it, she was at breaking point; the brink of bursting. Shibo clutched as tightly as she could, hissing. The stray leak creeping across the fabric of her knickers told her clearly; She wouldn’t make it to Fort Victoria, she wouldn’t make it to a public privy, she wouldn’t even make it out of the street. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.
It was then that Shibo was forced to reconsider, casting a shameful glare down the alleyway. She could see Muaki fighting with her robes, punching and kicking in between frantic hops of desperation. She sighed. “It’ll be fine… as long as nobody comes past.” She said, looking up and down the street. Nobody was around except for Muaki. “I’ll be quick.” With a whimper, she hopped off the barrel. Her legs were trembling, they felt like jelly. She clenched her fists and raced down the filthy alleyway that awaited her.
She couldn’t lift her gaze from the ground, watching her feet drag along the mucky stone. It was like the weight of shame was holding her down. Shibo couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She grew feverish thinking about it.
“Oh, Shibo! Is something?” Before Muaki could continue, Shibo placed a hand against her mouth, shushing her. She couldn’t look her in the eyes, glancing down at the Alchemist’s stained robes instead. She took the spare beaker from beside Muaki and turned her back on her. “Ah…” Muaki giggled. “Gotta “pour a drink” huh? Don’t let me stop you then~”
The beaker was wide enough to use. Shibo could barely wrap a single hand around it, needing to keep it held with two hands. She glanced nervously back toward the street; still nobody was around. She turned back to face the dirty brick wall in front of her. Their butts were touching, reminding Shibo that she wasn’t alone. She bit her lip and shuffled, struggling to get her shorts undone without pressing her butt against Muaki’s.
“Hehehehe! Shibo you’re tickling my butt!” Muaki giggled. “Are you smooching mine with yours?”
Muaki was too distracting. Shibo stood silently, pulling her shorts and tights down and exposing her maidenly slit for the beaker. She gave herself just enough room to position the beaker and nothing more. The wide rim would enough to avoid making a mess. I’m alone. She told herself. She just had to pretend that she wasn’t rubbing against another girl. She tried to imagine she was out in nature, out in the beautiful wilds. She imagined herself behind a nice big tree, or a bush, all on her lonesome.
With that image in her head, Shibo pushed the rim of the beaker against her maidenhood. It was cold against her bare lips. Behind her Muaki was stood too, knees half bent, hovering a beaker between her thighs. For a moment, it felt like everything fell in unison for both girls. But the alleyway remained awkwardly silent, save for a few pained whimpers.
In the company of each other, neither girl, despite their bulging bladders and dire desire to fill their beaker, could comfortably do the deed.
“H-Hey Shibo… a-are you g-going?” Muaki asked without her usual confidence. “I didn’t think this would be so awkward with somebody else here.” She commented with a pained tongue, her need for relief visible in her voice.
“P-Please don’t say anything.” Shibo finally spoke. “J-Just worry about you… and let me worry about me.” She stared down at the beaker she was holding between her legs. Still dry.
Muaki lifted herself on her tiptoes, her feet almost touching. Bottles and vials rattled softly as she jiggled up and down. “Waterfalls, rainstorms, rushing rivers.” She whispered softly. “What’s that noise people make?” She began jiggling frantically, shaking her white robe around. “Psst, pssssh, psst.” Suddenly silence. “Haa~” It didn’t much encouragement to get her river flowing. The cramped space resonated with an intense hiss, and the shocked moans of a very relieved girl. “Ahh~”
For Shibo, the delighted sounds coming from behind were teasing. She was forced to listen to Muaki filling her beaker while she stood, knees trembling with a dry beaker that she desperately wanted to wet. Thankfully, her teasing was short-lived; the strong spray and hot splashes from beneath Muaki’s robes was all Shibo needed to lose all inhibitions. Her maidenly spout felt hot as a jet of pee splashed into the beaker. “Haa~” Shibo moaned in unison with Muaki. She was finally peeing, and the relief ran through her body, making her feel lightheaded. She rested her head against the wall, glancing down and watching a pale stream of piss pour from between her legs, splashing into the beaker and filling it.
The biggest bout of pleasure was from between her legs. Shibo could feel an overwhelming to bask in her relief and let out a heavy moan. She clamped down on her tongue and shivered. Even so, she couldn’t stop one quiet moan from escaping her lips. It wasn’t the same for Muaki, who moaned like a tavern wench during the witching hour. “Oooh~” The Alchemist moaned. “T-This feels g-great.” She giggled. “I’ve been holding this in all day.” She didn’t sound ashamed of what she was doing. It sounded more like she was enjoying herself. She jiggled against, brushing her butt against Shibo as she spun around, watching stream strike the edge of the beaker.
Both girls stood, hands nestled between their legs like boys holding onto their boyhoods. That was how Shibo imagined they would both look should somebody see; a pair of drunks leaning against a wall, pissing indecently. She wanted to be more composed, but the relief was overwhelming, numbing her body. It was bliss. All Shibo could do was ignore Muaki and focus on herself. The Alchemist continued to moan, the sound of her pee striking the air as she relieved herself of the four cups of juice she drank earlier.
Something small and hairy started scuttling over the Alchemist’s feet. “Hahahaha! Shibo a-are you tickling me again? Ahahaha!” Muaki started giggling. “Shibo...s-stop I’m trying to… hahaha… Wah! Rat!” She shrieked. A small, furry rat was running over her boots, brushing it’s fur against her bare leg. In fear. She froze in fear, the only part of her body she could move was her foot. “Get off me! I’m trying to pee! You little perverted vermin!” Smash! “Ah! You furry little bastard!” The sound of glass smashing made Shibo jump. Thankfully she was spared the spillage. “Aw! It’s everywhere! I think I got it on my knickers!”
“Mui!” Shibo shouted. “K-Keep it down…” She begged. “Somebody might… hear…”
“Gah! What am I gonna use!? I can’t stop!” Muaki cried. Her stream spluttered between her legs, covering the wall in front of her. “Wah! I’m sorry!” She cried to the rat as she doused it with a spray of pee. It scuttered off, wanting to escape the golden rain. “Gah… I’m not finished… I still need to!” Her tongue trembled. “I’ve gotta squat down!”
Looking down at her beaker, Shibo could see it was overflowing. And she showed no signs of stopping. “I-I still need to, as well.” She grumbled, knowing that she had to do the same. She grumbled, cheeks burning.
Both girls, almost in unison, grabbed their leggings and pulled them down further; they squatted over the filthy stone beneath them. The air resonated with a symphony of splatters and shy moans as the girls continued to relieve themselves on the ground.
Shibo cringed as her she felt the rough fabric of Muaki’s robe against her bare butt. She frowned. Brushing butts with another girl in a filthy alley. She shifted on her feet, inching herself forward and until she could no longer feel Muaki behind her. She could feel the warm splatters as her stream were now striking
“S-So much for… hiding the evidence.” Muaki giggled.
Finally, the sounds died down. Shibo was the first to finish, way ahead of Muaki, who was washing the stone still with a strong river flowing between her boots. She remained silent for a moment. The quiet moans and physical exertion had left her weary. Beneath her, the heat of her piss rose against her bare thighs.
Shibo nabbed a tissue from her pocket and wiped between her legs. She pulled her shorts and leggings back up over herself. She stayed crouched for a moment, waiting for her legs to regain some strength. “Ha…” She sighed a final time. She looked down, glaring at the large puddle and speckles that had splattered against the stone. A large dark patch of pee crept along the stone, washing away the dirt with it and forming with the lake Muaki had made.
Her cheeks grew red, her whole body trembled, feeling numb. Shibo couldn’t lift her head, continuing to glare at the lake of hers and Muaki’s making. Two girls made all that, and worst of all she was one of them. Anybody who came past, anybody who saw the lake that defiled this alley, any comments they’d make, be it a compliment or disgust, they’d be about her. Shibo didn’t want to face the world, she wanted to curl up and hide from it all.
Peeing in an alleyway, the fact she had used a beaker as an impromptu commode, all in the company of another girl who was doing it herself. But there was something… nice under the feeling of shame that plagued Shibo. Something that made her tingle between the legs. A crooked smile formed on her face, and a burst of pleasure trembled between her lower lips. There was something invigorating about holding it in to the point of bursting, and finally letting it out. There was a naughtiness to what both girls had done that made Shibo smile sinfully. Peeing in public, baptising the bricks of her new home. “Heaven’s… I can’t be thinking like this.” She shook the lewd thoughts from her head. “I’m just a little flustered… and I haven’t done it in a few days, it’s just my mind being dirty.”
“Ahh~” Muaki moaned a final time. The air fell silent as she finishes, the noises beneath her robe become a dying trickle. “Ahhh~ I feel so much better!” She exclaims. “Hehe… Papa always said if you like something you should pee on it! That’s what dogs do! So i’m gonna take this as a sign!”
“A s-sign?” Shibo’s cheeks were burning, but so was her curiosity. “What kind of sigh could come from something like… this?” She couldn’t lift her head, she didn’t want to look Muaki in the eyes after thinking the thoughts she did. Not to mention what she had just done with Muaki doing the same behind her.
“A sign we’re going to like it here!” Muaki replies with the biggest, cheerful grin on her face. Her smile dies off as she pulls up her knickers and frowns. “Oh… Right…” She sighs. “I didn’t bring anything to wipe…”
Without a word, Shibo patted her rucksack. She reached into it and pulled out a packet of tissues, offering one to the little Alchemist.
“What’s with the silent act, Shibo?” Muaki spoke while fiddling between her legs with the tissue. “You were pretty vocal while you were taking a leak~” She grinned. Once she was finished, she threw the tissue aside, dropping it in the growing lake beside her. “Sometimes you just gotta take a pee, right?” She placed a comforting hand on Shibo’s shoulder. The warm smile made her feel a little better, giving her the encouragement to look Muaki in the eyes. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about~”
Shibo grumbled in response.
Both girls hopped up onto their feet, fully relieved and ready to move on. Muaki brushed her hair and looked down at the puddle, grinning. “Hehe… we really made a lot, huh?” She commented. The two puddles the girls made almost filled the whole alley, two large puddles with a single streak like a river than ran down toward the street. “Aww, look Shibo, our pee’s merging!” Muaki giggled.
Shibo grumbled again.
“Aww, don’t be such a sop. Ooh, before we get going, I, uh, will need that beaker off you.” Muaki put out her hand.
“Wait… what?” The request took Shibo by surprise. “You can’t take it yet, it’s full of… you want to walk around with a bottle of my… pee?”
“They do say fresh pee makes a great alchemy ingredient~” Muaki replied as a tease. “I’m kidding~ haha, you’re as red as a strawberry. I’ll keep it hidden and then dump it out once I find a proper privy or a drain.” Her hand draws closer to the beaker beside Shibo, close enough to feel the warmth of the contents. “It’ll be fine in the barrel. Unless you prefer to walk around with a beaker of fresh, warm, yellow pee in your hands?”
The Alchemist had a point, and Shibo hated that she was agreeing with her. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this…” With a trembling hand, Shibo reached down and handed the beaker to Muaki. She struggled to unhand it at first; she abhorred the idea of somebody else handling her “Private” contents.
“Thank you~” Muaki took the bottle, returning a smile. “Ooh~ It’s so warm~” She grasped it with both hands, as if savouring the heat. “Would you mind going ahead, Shibo?”
“S-Sure.” The moment she stepped forward, she heard a large splash. Shibo turned back and saw the contents of her privy-beaker now dripping from the wall. In the Alchemists hand, an empty beaker with a few stray drops leaking. “W-What d-did…”
“What?” Muaki shook the final drops from the beaker.
Shibo looked in horror as her pee ran down the wall, dripping onto the dirty floor. “You s-said you were going to dump it p-properly.”
“I was just saying that.” Muaki smirked. “I didn’t want you to be all prudish so I lied.” She shrugged her shoulders and giggled. “I don’t think an itsy-bitsy beaker of pee is gonna make much difference.”
Both girls stepped out of the alley back into the narrow streets. The strong smell of fresh pee was washed out by the pleasant aroma of the culinary stalls at the summer market. Muaki took off her robe and threw it into the barrel. “So… I guess we’re not in a rush to get up to Fort Victoria, right?”
Shibo glanced up at the fort on the hill and then back down to the alley. “I guess we’re not.” She was only in a hurry to get up to the fort with the hopes of using a privy, but now that didn’t matter. She was good and relieved, so was Muaki. They had the whole day now.
“Then I know something that will brighten your mood up!” Muaki smiled. “Why don’t we go get a cup of tea from the market?” Her smile grew bigger. “I’m sure I saw a nice Orientian tea stall.”
“Sure.” Shibo smiled.
The Alchemist hoisted up the barrel and started walking toward the market. Shibo followed beside her, eager to enjoy a nice cup of tea after this little ordeal. Both girls walked away from the alley, away from the massive lake they had made that was now creeping into the street. |
This story was written by me when I was 14-15. I published it on Wattpad around late 2015. When I was 16 I decided to unpublish it on Wattpad for personal reasons, but now about 3 years later I was looking through my Wattpad account and stumbled upon It labeled as "Draft". So I just decided to share the story here. The story does contain Yaoi and has many erotic themes so please be aware. I also changed quite a few parts in the story, cause they made me cringe too much xD hopefully I was able to make it more mature with the erotic themes than the original version. If anyone ever wants to read the original please feel free to PM me. Also the main characters in this fan fic are between the ages of 18-20. Not pre-teens as they are in the real manga/anime. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOY :3
"I'm going to be late!" Cecil said while getting dressed for the 1st day of Noble school. He already graduated high school. why has there be a extra school for nobles like me? As he was trying to figure that out, he totally forgets to use the bathroom. Cecil finally left the Phantomhive Manor and made his way to the school.
When Cecil got there he was greeted by the math teacher Sebastian and sat down in the seat farthest away from Alois.
Half way through the class Cecil began to notice his bladder in its fullest and remembered he hasn't released its contents in his bladder in more than 12 hours. "Sebastian? May I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while starting to kick his legs. "No my lord, you must wait until lunch." he said while eyeing Alois who was laughing at Cecil's desperation.'
30 Minutes later Sebastian let us out 10 minutes late as he forgot the time. Cecil went to go get his lunch. While in line he was moving his legs around, holding his crotch. He couldn't keep still. When it was finally time to get his lunch. he grabbed it, paid the nice lunch lady and made his way to his usual spot in the cafeteria. He gobbled his food down and threw it away. He only had 2 more minutes to get to Mr. Claude's Class and he didn't accept tardiness so he just went on ahead to class.
half way through class he felt a small spurt come out and leaked onto his underwear. "Oh no!" Cecil said to himself while grabbing himself like a small child. He managed to get it under control before any more leaked out. "Claude, may I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while kicking his legs and grabbing his crotch. "No, wait until after class" said Claude. "Please Claude, its an emergency." Said Cecil while a long spurt leaked out and formed a small wet spot on his pants. "Fine, you may go." Said Claude while getting angry at Cecil.
While Cecil was getting up from his seat, yet another spurt leaked out of his pants, and this time, it was unstoppable.
Everyone in the class watched in horror as Cecil's underwear started overflowing with pee and his pants got darker. His cheeks began to glow a bright red as pee gushed out of his penis and wet his pants. A large puddle on the floor formed under him. Cecil has just wet himself in from of Alois & all of the other nobles. Even Claude.
Alois, feeling pity for the young earl, decided to be nice for once. "Cecil...I'll walk you to the bathroom" Alois said with a discreet but turned on face.
While Alois was escorting Cecil to the bathroom to get cleaned up, the entire walk Cecil was thinking to himself. "Why would he look at me like that? I'm so confused."
When they both walked into the restroom, Alois couldn't bare being alone with Cecil. "He's just so cute how he is right now. I just don't think I can possibly hate him now?" Alois would say under his breath.
Alois finally decided to make the first move, While Cecil was about to begin the process of removing is soiled clothes, Alois moved in behind him and hugged him from the back, giving him light kisses on the back of his neck. Before long, Alois and Cecil started to kiss each other on the lips. They both continued to make out in the boy's bathroom in their Noble school. The two boys were both giving each other hickeys, giving each other cuddles, both nobles started to develop a growing bulge around their crotch area, Cecil was still wearing his soiled pants and underwear minus his shirt, while Alois also had his shirt off. Alois still felt bad about Cecil having an accident in class and wanted to help Cecil in some way to help him get over his recent embarrassment.
"Cecil, I have a question I need to ask you." Alois said in between the 15-20second kisses.
"What's up?" Cecil said while looking surprised.
"I first got a confession to make. Alois said with a serious look on his face. "I have a some sort of a pee fetish.....you made me really turned on when you wet yourself in front of our entire class!"
"DUH!" Cecil said with arrogance. "What other reason you would of taken me for yourself? But don't worry my cute lil boy, watching other people wet themselves kinda gives me a hard on too..." "ANYWAYSSS let's get to the question part. Alois said nervously. "I'm actually willing to wet myself right here in front of you, so you don't feel left out. Hopefully it will make you feel less embarrassed. Annnd….I'm kinda desperate."
Once Cecil heard that, his eyes grew wider and his bulge a little bigger. "I mean if you insist.." Cecil said excitedly. "You're very lucky this time, if we weren't at this stupid school right now, I would definitely make you hold it until you got really really desperate." A big evilish smirk grew on Cecil's face.
Alois was going to have a big accident in his pants in the boy's bathroom at his school in front of his former enemy now turned FWB. Alois and Cecil never thought their day would turn out like this.
Cecil watched Alois as he started to quiet down and get still. Alois always had fantasies about this, and now it's becoming a reality! And with a cute Noble boy too.
Alois finally started to relax a bit, trying to focus on running waterfalls and such. Alois is a little pee shy, So he sat still for about a minute, focusing on releasing the dam that hes been holding for quite a while now. At first, it started out as little spurts leaking out, only enough to dampen his underwear. Before you knew it, the dam broke and he started to forcefully pee uncontrollably into his pants. Cecil stared at Alois in awe while Alois stood there, unable to move. His pants started to grow darker and darker, and kept on growing, even was able to reach his butt, Alois starts to moan as he continues to forcefully pee into his pants. A large yellow puddle formed under Alois as he continued. After another 30 seconds, Alois finally was finished peeing. Alois was now fully drenched from the waist down.
Cecil was really turned on by now, even Alois could tell just by looking at him. Alois could easily spot Cecil's bulge from where he was standing on the opposite side of the bathroom. The only reason Cecil was not standing closer to Alois was the puddle was just so huge! But finally Cecil started to walk over to Alois, Cecil didn't really care at all that Alois was soaked in pee. He got real close to Alois, he started to undo Alois's pants, once they were undone, Cecil slowly rubbed his fingers on the outside of Alois's soaked underwear on the areas surrounding his dick. Alois knew he was teasing him, it made him really turned on. Cecil aggressively threw himself on top of Alois and started to repeatedly grind him. Cecil was able to get his hand into Alois's underwear and started to give him a handjob, while Alois's hand found itself groping Cecil's tight ass that was still damp from his accident earlier.
They continued this for another 5 minutes until they were able to make each other both cum. After they were both able to cum, they both gave each other a passionate kiss on the lips..
"I think it's time to actually clean up." Cecil said as he was finally putting on some dry clothes.
"You right about that. We got a huge mess to clean up before a teacher notices all this. I know they would definitely kill us!" Alois said a little nervously.
After that day, Alois & Cecil became the best of "friends" throughout the rest of their lives. THE END :3 |
This story starts in Tostarena Town,Located in the Sand Kingdom.
Princess Peach decided to continue her vacation in the Sand Kingdom.
Right now,She was inside a restaurant located in the town.
She was staring at the podium of the restaurant,Where Mario was performing along side some of the residents of tostarena.
Peach was bouncing up and down,But not to the tune of her music.
Rather,It was because her bladder was pretty full.
The Sand Kingdom was known for being very hot. So she drank a lot of water prior to arriving to the restaurant.
While she kept bouncing,She looked over and saw the restrooms.
Peach decided to leave the spot she was standing on so that she could relieve herself.
She entered the restroom with a smile and grabbed one of the door handles.
"Occupied!"
Peach's smile disappeared as she knocked on the next stall.
"I'm sorry! I'm going to be here for a while!"
Peach then had a frown on her face as she knocked on the last stall.
"Sorry! It's occupied!"
Peach sighed and left the restroom.
If she had to guess,The tourists were the ones using the restroom.
The residents of Tostarena themselves were a race of skeletons. So peach didn't really think they would need to use bathrooms.
She went back to the spot and looked at the podium just as Mario finished performing.
The audience started cheering while peach applauded.
Mario got off the stage and went to the Princess.
"You did great!"
Peach clapped for Mario while he smiled.
"C'mon! Let's see what else they have here in Tostarena." Peach said as she grabbed Mario's hand and walked out of the Restaurant with him.
Peach lagged behind Mario slightly while she had one hand between her legs.
Mario then saw an Ice Cream stand and pointed at it.
"Hmm? Oh,Sure! You can go get some!"
Mario raised and eyebrow and pointed at the princess.
"Hmm? Oh,No. I don't need any. I'm good."
Mario nodded and walked towards the stand.
Peach looked around only to see a fountain in front of her.
She whined as she placed her other hand between her legs.
A tostarenan walked past.
"Umm...Excuse me..."
The tostarenan faced her.
"Do you happen to have any...restrooms around here?"
The tostarenan nodded and pointed at a portable toilet.
Peach smiled and took a step towards it.
"(Wait....What if Mario comes back and he thinks i'm missing...Maybe i should-)"
Her thoughts were interrupted when she was shoved aside by a tourist.
"Sorry! I'm about to burst!"
Peach managed to stay on her feet while the tourist banged the door shut.
Peach quickly tightened her grip between her legs and regained control of her bladder.
She sighed...
"(There goes my chance for relief)"
She was then tapped on the shoulder by Mario.
She turned around and saw him holding a cone of ice cream.
"Oh! You're back! Sweet. Let's continue!" Peach said with excitement. Though,part of that was because she was hoping she could find somewhere to get relief soon.
The two continued to walk until they stopped by a Jaxi.
"Hello there...I'm what you call a Jaxi. For 30 coins,i will take you to the ruins of Tostarena."
Mario looked at Peach and waited for an answer.
Peach nodded and Mario payed the fee.
The two then got on the Jaxi's back.
"Hold on tight. Because i go really fast!" Jaxi said as he prepared to dash.
He then started running towards,Rocking Mario and Peach up and down in the progress.
Peach held onto Jaxi to avoid falling off.
What she couldn't hold onto however was her bladder,as she could feel a spurt escaping.
Peach wanted to place her hands back between her legs,But she was sure that holding onto Jaxi was more important.
Thankfully,After what seemed like 2 minutes they stopped at the ruins.
Mario and Peach hopped off Jaxi while peach tried to keep the urine in her bladder.
"(I'm about to burst! I need to pee now!!!!)"
Peach looked around and saw a bunch of pillars around,with the Tostarena ruins just up ahead.
Whoever,There were a bunch of Goombas up ahead.
Seeing the opportunity....
"Hey,Mario? Could you make that path safe for us?" Peach said as she pointed at the Goombas.
Mario nodded and ran towards the Goombas.
As soon as he was gone,Peach placed her hands between her legs and ran behind a pillar.
She lifted her skirt and yanked down her panties,wich were a little wet.
She then squatted down and a stream of urine immediately jetted out of her.
She let out a relieved sigh while looking at the pee stream that darkened the sand below her. She then looked over and saw that Mario was still fighting the Goombas.
She kept her eyes on him as she continued to empty her bladder.
she let out a moan as her stream started to weaken. She let out some drops and then pulled up her panties.
She then got away from the pillars and saw that Mario finished getting rid off the goombas.
Mario came back and pointed at the cleared path.
"Nice! Now then..Let's take a look at the ruins!"
Mario nodded and started walking.
Peach followed him while looking back at the spot where she peed.
She was sweating because of how hot it was,but she'd rather have that than a full bladder. |
This is my first fiction. I do have experience writing novels but not anything like this. I don't intend on taking it too seriously but if there is interest in it then I have a vague arc in my head for a multi part story and will be open to suggestions.
This is the story of two university students who discover each other's interest in holding and the relationship that ensues. I'm intending for there to be plenty of desperation, a cute romance and also a significant amount of him controlling her bladder. There may also be some wetting and anything else that anyone might express interest in. It all really depends on whether anyone wants to read it.
There is a small amount of setting the scene but it does get straight into the desperation in this first instalment.
The car door slammed shut and Anna's mum waved from the passenger window. Anna's stomach clenched with excitement and trepidation as she waved back, watching as the car pulled away taking her family with it. She picked up the last box and struggled with it up the steep stairs of her accommodation block.
Panting with exertion she tapped her keycard against the door and started to push it open with her shoulder when a petite girl wearing a hijab appeared around the corner of the corridor and called out.
"Hi, are you just moving in?"
Anna propped the door open with her box and smiled warmly, keen to make friends. The girl introduced herself as Zay and they chatted awkwardly for several minutes about being nervous, what their first timetabled events were and their distaste for the small kitchen that they shared.
"Anyway, got to hurry off," Zay said after an awkward pause, looking over her shoulder towards the stairs, "My girlfriend is helping me move my stuff in and she'll be annoyed if I don't pull my weight!"
Feeling pleased to have met a friendly face already, Anna kicked the box into her room and let the door swing shut behind herself sighing in pleasure at being in her own space. It wasn't much, simply a rectangular room with a single bed, desk, bookshelf, a strange piece of antique furniture with lots of little drawers and a wardrobe. However there was also a large sash window overlooking some nice gardens which Anna was very happy with.
The car journey had been long and she crossed one leg over the other in an absent minded way as her bladder reminded her of the hours since it had last been emptied. Anna didn't care though, she liked the feeling and saw no reason to do anything about it just yet as she set about unpacking her belongings and opened herself a can of cola.
Within two hours the room was looking like some kind of home, her books on the shelf, folders on the desk and fairy lights strung over the boarded up fireplace and, feeling a little drowsy, Anna opened another can of cola to combat her sleepiness and she settled down on her bed to read a book. She began to fidget as she read, her bladder being very full by this point, but she continued to sip on her cola as the intermittently pressed her legs together against the pangs. She soon shifted her position so she was sat on her heel, pulling the waistband of her jeans away from herself and then resting her hand gently over her snug t shirt, pressing down lightly on her bladder and relishing in the intensifying pressure.
Anna enjoyed her filling bladder and her book for about an hour before her phone pinged and she looked at the time.
"Shit!" she cursed as she jumped off the bed and grabbed her shoes. She was late for the first welcome event and very afraid of missing out and not making friends. She pulled her shoes on and grabbed her pass and phone, shoving them into her back pockets as she glanced in the mirror to check her make up and hair. She had a cute face with a small nose and lips and big brown eyes. Her hair curled around her ears, soft, chin length and dirty blonde. She smoothed down a curl that had stuck up in the air and pulled her skinny jeans higher up over the curve of her hips before leaving her room and hurrying down the stairs.
When she arrived in the student café-bar it seemed as though everyone else was already there, milling around in small groups with nondescript chatter filling the air. Anna made eye contact with a couple of people who were stood nervously alone and tried to give them a warm smile. She felt self conscious, she had never seen so many people her own age in one place and most of them were very attractive. She noticed every girl who was skinnier and better dressed than herself and suddenly felt chubby and too casual and crossed her hands in front of her stomach which she now felt was very obvious in her tight t-shirt. Little did she know that some of those same people were looking at her and envying her curves. There was lots of nerves and insecurity in that room full of young people desperate to fit in and make friends.
At that moment, as the panic of thinking she was going to be late receded, Anna became aware that her bladder was now sending strong signals to tell her it was really very full and wanted emptying right now. She looked around, wondering if she had time to nip to the toilet before the event started but then a loud whistle was heard and everyone turned their heads to see a second year student stood on a chair looking down at them all.
"Right, welcome freshers, I am your president and it's my job to make sure you are all settled in well and to run all of the orientation events. Come to me if you have any issues or queries about moving in or making friends or if you just need a friendly shoulder to cry on about how much you're missing your pet hamster."
Anna sucked on her bottom lip and swayed her hips side to side slightly as she contemplated her ability to hold on for a while longer. She decided she could probably manage it although she was forgetting the second can of cola which had yet to make its way to her already quite stretched bladder. She did feel a little pang of excitement but she usually preferred to do her holding in private.
The girl on the chair continued, "This event is called Speed Friending. You will notice the tables laid out around the room each with several chairs, in a minute I want you all to sit at any table and you will have ten minutes to get to know the people on your table. I will then whistle again and you will get up and move to another table. Try to choose a table with as many new people on it as possible every time. There are some card games and ice breaker questions on each table. Begin."
There was a brief kerfuffle as everyone hurried to find a seat and then the chatter started up again. Anna winced slightly as her bladder was compressed by sitting down and looked around at the faces on her table. She soon realised that holding on might not have been the best idea as she was struggling to concentrate on the conversations as she focused on keeping control of her swollen bladder. She fidgeted a little and looked up, inadvertently making eye contact with the boy sat across from her. He had been looking at her. She blushed and forced herself to sit still, looking away from him quickly and trying to participate in the conversation. She was sat awkwardly on the edge of her chair with desperation and soon started fidgeting again involuntarily. Every time she looked at the boy he seemed to be looking back.
After what felt like a very long time the second year whistled again and chairs scraped as everyone got to their feet. Anna stood up slowly wondering if she could escape to the toilet, turning on the spot to figure out which direction she should head in but she could see no toilet signs. Soon everyone else was sat down and a few people were looking are her expectantly so, feeling awkward, she took a few slow steps to a neighbouring table where the same boy from before had raised his eyebrows and pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and the chatter gradually started up again.
At this table there were pieces of paper and pens and a note instructing them to play pictionary. A boy dipped his hand in a box full of little bits of paper, drew one out and started drawing as everyone leaned forwards to try and guess what he had got. Anna bit her lip and rocked slightly soon becoming aware that they boy was still staring at her. She made eye contact with him boldly this time thinking he must look away but instead he maintained it and smirked. She blushed again and suppressed a groan as her bladder pounded within her abdomen. The second can of cola was making its way in and she was feeling more and more desperate by the minute as her bladder became hard and the look of concern on her face deepened. She decided that at the next whistle she would stand up with everyone else and hurry straight back out the way she came in before anyone could notice. She would then head back to her room and the toilets that she knew were on her corridor as she didn't know her way around yet to find any that were closer.
She was jolted out of her desperate thoughts by the whistle and jumped to her feet feeling a few drops of liquid escape and warm her knickers. She made a beeline for the door, her bladder hurting with each step unaware that she was being followed.
As she reached the quiet corridor outside the café-bar she paused to collect herself, crossing her legs and bending over with a small groan of need.
"You alright there?" a deep male voice sounded behind her and she straightened up and turned around, losing a small spurt at the abruptness of her movement. It was the boy that had been staring. She nodded and made a vague mhmm sound at him before trying to walk away.
"You know the toilets are the other way," he said with amusement in his voice and she paused again, bouncing slightly on the spot as she fought to keep control of herself.
"I know," she replied with an attempt at coolness, "That's not where I'm going."
He smirked.
"Really? Because your body language tells me otherwise. You have a rather cute little dance going on there."
Anna was flustered for a moment, distracted by a desperate contraction of her throbbing bladder but she soon calmed herself enough to speak back.
"Excuse me," she said firmly and walked past him in the direction of the toilets he had pointed out. A little way down the corridor she found the door to a single occupancy bathroom. Her bladder screaming at the thought of impending relief she tried the handle and was dismayed to find it locked. A noise from inside told her someone was already in there so with a sigh she stepped back to wait, crossing one leg over the other tightly. In large part of her own doing it had been many hours and lots of liquid since her last relief and she had been urgently needing a bathroom for quite some time. She closed her eyes for a moment and told herself firmly that she could handle a couple more minutes.
The boy sauntered over. "Want some company while you wait? You look like you could do with some distraction."
His face was friendly and Anna warmed towards him a little despite the embarrassment of her situation. She bobbed at the knees as she replied.
"I know I look quite silly. I hurried straight here from moving in as I was afraid to be late and it was a long journey. My name is Anna, what's yours?"
He smiled.
"I'm Ben. You don't look silly, it's quite cute. If I saw you with contempt would I have followed to help?"
"I guess not," she replied.
A minute passed in silence and Anna felt her bladder redouble its efforts to void no matter what. It gave a particularly bad pulse and she gasped as her knickers became even more damp, shoving her hands into her crotch and squirming as she fought for control.
"Ooooh, I have to go bad," she whined with a small laugh. She felt her fingers begin to grow slightly wet. Ben was watching her with a surprisingly serious look on his face. She wondered that he wasn't laughing or saying anything.
Sweat started to trickle down her back as she held her whole body tense, her swollen bladder pulsing with urgent need, every second feeling twice as long as usual as she listened to the person inside the bathroom wash their hands.
Finally the door opened and she hurried inside, taking small steps in an attempt not to jolt her aching bladder too much. She fumbled to undo her jeans and collapsed onto the toilet, closing her eyes in relief as her flood came pouring out of her. Almost a minute later her stream came to an end as her bladder was finally, blissfully, empty. She washed her hands and left the bathroom to the now empty corridor, heading straight back to her room to deal with both her wet underwear and her arousal.
I hope some of you liked this story. I hope to write the next part in the next day or two. I welcome both feedback and suggestions. |
Part 2: A night out doesn't go to plan.
Several days into freshers week Anna was getting ready for a night out with Zay and two other girls called Millie and Tilly. Millie was very tall and slim with dark curly hair and Tilly was a short redhead. They were both well spoken and came from wealthy families for which the other girls frequently teased them.
Anna lounged on her bed sipping wine while Zay and Millie sat on the floor, Zay doing Millie's makeup. Tilly sat on the desk cross legged swigging directly from a wine bottle.
Anna laughed "Save some for us!" she directed at Tilly.
"You've had a head start, I need to catch up. I don't have a coat so I need an alcohol blanket for the walk over."
"Fair enough," Anna replied, leaning over to take the bottle and pour herself another glass.
Zay sighed, "It's a good job you have sober me to look after you. I don't wanna be cleaning up any sick though so take it steady please."
"Yes mum," Tilly replied. Zay only smiled at this. She prided herself on being the mum friend.
After 90 minutes and two bottles of wine between the three drinkers they judged themselves tipsy enough and the time late enough to head out to the club. As they left Tilly paused and looked thoughtful for a moment then said, "Never mind, don't want to break the seal just yet."
The walk to the club was cold and was supposed to take about 20 minutes but none of them had been to this one before and they got lost. After about 25 minutes they stopped at the side of the road, next to a row of closed unlit shops, while Zay looked on her phone to try and figure out which way to go. Tilly crossed one leg over the other and pulled a pained face.
"I thought we'd be there by now. Oh please hurry up, I'm so cold and I need to pee really badly now."
Anna's own bladder gave a pulse in sympathy but she wasn't desperate yet and didn't intend to go for a while. They stood for a few minutes while Zay struggled to get a signal and Tilly started to squirm on the spot.
"Yes! This way." Zay led them down a smaller street and they trotted after her, Tilly walking in a slightly awkward manner.
The turned two corners and found themselves facing a door that was lit up with bouncers outside and a line of people waiting to enter.
"Ohh no," Tilly moaned as they joined the line behind a group of boys. A tall one with brown curly hair turned around at the sound of her voice and Anna recognised him as the boy that had stared and talked to her outside the toilet the other day. His eyes fell upon the squirming Tilly who had tried to hold herself discretely but took her hand away quickly under his gaze then he looked over to Anna and gave a little smile.
"Hello," he said, "we've met already but if you told me your name I don't remember it."
"Anna," she replied.
He gave her a warm smile, his eyes briefly flicking back to Tilly who hastily withdrew her hand from her crotch again.
"I'm Ben." He then leant closer as though saying something confidential and whispered, "Think she's gonna make it?" flicking his eyes towards Tilly.
Anna swallowed and also looked over towards Tilly who was stepping from foot to foot and holding herself openly now, too drunk and too desperate to care anymore.
"I'd say so," Anna replied, "I think she's just being so obvious because of a lack of inhibition, she had a lot of wine."
Ben gave Anna a quick look up and down. "And what about you, you still in possession of your inhibitions?"
"I had as much wine as her but I don't think I'm quite so drunk."
They were nearly at the front of the line at this point and Anna became aware that she was starting to get desperate herself. She rubbed her thighs together as she handed over her ID and when Ben looked at her she tried to pass it off as the cold, rubbing her hands together and then wrapping her arms around herself.
She was allowed in and stepped past the bouncer to stand and wait with Ben while the others were checked.
"Not you," the bouncer said to Tilly, opening the rope fence for her to leave. He turned to the others. "Are you her friends, do you want to go with her? She's too drunk, I can't let her in."
"Noo," Tilly protested, "I'm not, I promise, I'm not that drunk, no more than the others, I just really need to wee!"
"I'm sorry," he shook his head, "I have to use my judgement, you can't walk in a straight line and you're talking too loudly. Your friend here looks worse for wear too," he said, nodding at Millie who was leant against the wall for support with her eyes half closed."
They gave in, "Come on," said Zay firmly, "lets head back."
Ben followed them, "I'll come too, my friends have already gone in without me and I'm tired. Me and Anna know each other too."
Anna thought that was a stretch but he was attractive and she felt a pull towards him so she let it pass and they set off together.
"Zay, it's not going to take so long to get back is it?" asked Tilly breathlessly, "I can't wait much longer, I needed to go when we left."
Zay patted her arm reassuringly, "Just 20 minutes hun."
Ben whispered to Anna again, "What do you think of her chances now? Fiver says she doesn't make it back."
"Done," replied Anna although she really wasn't sure. Maybe her judgement was hampered by the increasingly urgent state of her own bladder which was starting to feel very swollen and require conscious effort to control. She gave a little shudder of desperation and tried to pass it off as cold again.
"So," said Ben, "What about you? Didn't you say you'd drunk the same amount as her? How come you're not providing a similar show?"
Tilly was hobbling along clutching herself with both hands and frequently stopping to bend her knees and moan.
Anna decided to play along a little, "I am in possession of more of my mental faculties than she is right now."
She though she saw his eyes light up slightly at the implication that she was in fact desperate, "Ah," he replied, "Admirable."
Truth be told she was nearing breaking point, dying to squirm or hold herself, every step thudding though a bladder stretched full of piss. She steeled herself, only ten more minutes to go now and she felt especially self conscious in front of Ben so she would maintain composure.
However at that moment Tilly stopped and cried out.
"Zay!" she cried and Zay stopped and turned around to see Tilly frozen where she stood, legs crossed and hands between them.
It took a moment for anyone to realise what was happening in the dark but they soon became aware of the sound of liquid pattering on the ground as it spilled from beneath Tilly's skirt. They stood in silent surprise for a minute as her stream continued and she stared down at herself in shock. When it came to an end Zay was the first one to spring into action as Tilly looked up with eyes swimming,
"Don't worry," she said in a deliberately matter of fact voice, "This is why I don't drink see, it happens to everyone doesn't it?" She turned to Millie and Anna with significant looks and they both vigorously nodded in agreement.
"We'll just laugh about it later Tilly, really, don't be upset, at least you feel better now yeah?" Millie spoke reassuringly and Tilly rubbed her eyes dry and nodded with a little smile. They carried on walking back.
Anna however was quite shaken by the event as it had been a painful reminder of her own desperate need. She had bit her lip and crossed one leg over the other tightly as Tilly's stream had pattered onto the ground in front of her.
She looked up at Ben and there was no denying that he had noticed this time. She blushed and he spoke.
"You owe me five pounds." |
Part 3: Ben makes a move.
The rest of the walk back to their accommodation passed quickly for everyone but Anna. Tilly was sufficiently calmed and reassured by Millie and Zay that she resumed a friendly chatter with them while Anna and Ben walked behind, talking little. The minutes stretched on for Anna and every distance seemed like a mile as she held on to her bursting full bladder. She couldn't wait to get to a toilet and let it all pour out.
She was aware that Ben was watching her very closely and his head would whip around to look right at her whenever she let out a little gasp of desperation. She was starting to wonder if he had a particular interest in it, maybe in the same way she did. She knew she was getting carried away but she thought of the possibilities if this attractive boy was in fact into the same things as her. She had always dreamed of having someone who enjoyed her desperation as much as she did, of having a boyfriend who was turned on by her squirms when she desperately held on for longer than anyone else would of their own volition.
She stopped being so careful to hide her struggle, hoping to catch more signs that he was into it. It wasn't a difficult endeavour because she really was fit to burst. She tripped over a bulge in the pavement where a tree root had burst through a weak point and stumbled slightly. Ben flung his arm out to help her remain on her feet and she did manage to stay upright. However it had cost her concentration, loosening the muscles she had been using to hold back the flood and jolting her aching bladder awfully. A large spurt dampened her knickers and she grabbed herself tightly, pressing her thighs together so hard it hurt her fingers and bending over as she fought against her body's attempt to rid itself of its immense load of pee.
After the worst of the urge had passed and she felt in slightly less precarious control of herself she straightened out slowly and removed her hand from her crotch steeling herself to resume walking. She looked up at Ben, cheeks pink with both embarrassment and excitement and saw that he was staring at her with darkened eyes, his hand still holding her arm. He remained still for a moment then appeared to recollect himself, clearing his throat and letting go. They continued to walk in silence.
A minute later they were entering the lobby of their accommodation and Millie and Tilly hurried down a corridor to the right, returning to their neighbouring rooms before anyone could come by and potentially notice Tilly's wet state. Zay, Anna and Ben continued ahead and up a flight of stairs. The stairs in particular were torturous to Anna's poor bladder. After most of a bottle of wine plus several hours it was stretched to bursting point and even the slight extra pressure caused by the raising of a leg to the next stair was agonising. She fantasised about dashing into the toilet that she knew was situated at the top of the stairs, just down the corridor from her room, and relieving herself of the intense strain.
Reaching the top and mentally congratulating herself on avoiding further leakage she said goodnight to Zay who continued on to her own room. She reached for the handle of the bathroom door, bladder pulsing desperately relief neared, when she realised Ben was still stood at her side and glanced towards him. He looked as though he was about to speak so she paused for a moment, bouncing gently on the spot with one leg crossed in front of the other.
After a long moment he spoke.
"Can I have your number? Maybe we could...uh...go out sometime? I'd like that...if you would."
Anna's heart thudded in excitement as she nodded. He had been very self assured until this moment when nerves finally broke through his mask. It was endearing to know that he cared enough about her response to be stumbling over his words.
"I'd like that too."
He took his phone from his pocket as Anna snuck a hand back between her legs, pressing hard to help herself resist the almost unbearable pressure in her crotch. She could feel a small damp spot under her fingers from her earlier mishap.
She shifted her hips from side to side as she dictated her number for Ben to type into his phone, pausing half way through to groan and double over as her bladder nearly gave out. The second she had spoken the last number she blurted out, "Night!" before darting into the bathroom, bladder pounding at the sight of the toilet. She danced frantically as she fumbled with her jeans button, a few more drops leaking into her knickers before she managed to get it undone and pull them down. She regained control of herself and stood there for a moment, determined to count to thirty seconds to tease herself before allowing relief. She ran her fingers gently across her now bare lower abdomen as she counted, sighing as she felt her full, hard bladder beneath it and revelling in the sensation of deliberately denying it the release it so desperately needed. She felt exhilarated and naughty, torturing her bladder right in front of the toilet while still riding the high of being asked out by a hot guy.
She had just reached 25 when a contraction of her bladder elicited a sharp gasp of pain and a trickle of urine down her inside thigh. Still she battled against a full stream, counting the last five seconds as she slowly lowered herself onto the toilet, feeling the tightness against the rock in her abdomen as she bent her body to sit down.
Finally she let go, with a moan of relief as she allowed the piss to shoot out of her, feeling the warmth in the crotch of the knickers she hadn't removed and focusing on the gradually decreasing pressure in her bladder as it deflated, eventually leaving her with the last small trickle to push out and a wonderful feeling of emptiness. The tension left her whole body and she slumped forwards, arms on her thighs, sighing contentedly.
Ben walked away from the other side of the door with soft footsteps, having listened to the whole process then hurried down the stairs with a pressing matter of his own to deal with.
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Ideally parts 2 and 3 would have been in one but unfortunately I wasn't able to sit down for long enough to write them in one go and was impatient to post some more.
The next part may be an interlude with an experience of Zay's or it may be a furthering of Anna and Ben's story. Does anyone have any preferences? Or any other suggestions are always welcome.
Thank you for reading, I hope you've enjoyed it so far and I welcome feedback.
Edited February 8, 2019 by Ell19
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This is my first time writing anything like this, and I felt really nervous about posting it online; it's incredibly self indulgent, but so it goes lmao. Fair warning: this story does include sexual content in the second half or so of it. I know not many people are into the series, but I hope it'll be an enjoyable read either way.
Link to the fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17552432
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Spending time in Yusaku’s apartment had become a daily occurance in the few months they’d been together, and Ryoken had to admit… he really did enjoy it. It was comfortable holed up in his room, as small and shabby as it might’ve been. There was never any pressure to hold conversation, something he was glad for; small talk wasn’t exactly his forte.
More often than not they spent the afternoon lounging around, tapping away at their keyboards with just as much focus as they would in any other environment. Yusaku tended to stay at his desk while Ryoken had unofficially claimed his bed as a place of work. More and more often though, Ryoken found a part of him wishing Yusaku would come and join him sometimes, curling up against his side and making himself comfortable. He never voiced that wish - for some reason it felt too… intimate, almost domestic. The concept felt incredibly foreign, and it wasn’t one he was sure how to handle yet.
It wasn’t that they weren’t affectionate; they spent most nights wrapped in each other’s arms, trading kisses and touches that were, by anyone else’s standards, far more intimate than vocally expressing his desire for casual closeness.
Admittedly, Ryoken had issue giving voice to his concerns around Yusaku in general. He wasn’t used to having someone who would listen, who he was allowed to complain to. Despite the walls the two had slowly broken down physically, there was an emotional gap that Ryoken hadn’t quite figured out how to bridge yet when it came to being open about his own problems.
Which was how he ended up in his current situation; desperately needing to piss. It was already late in the evening, but they had opted to go back to work after a quick dinner. They were making progress faster than expected, and the promise of approaching the finish line was a challenge neither would back down from. There was always this sort of calm when they were focused on their work, the room silent except the clicking of keys and the occasional noise of frustration if one of them hit a roadblock.
It was the sort of quiet that was hard to break until they wrapped up for the night, and it was that fact that had led Ryoken to keeping his incessantly growing desperation under wraps for the past hour or so. They’d be done soon, and then he’d be fine to go and relieve himself, take a nice shower, and turn in for the night. There was no need to waste time now, not when they were so close to finishing.
That decision was quickly proving to have been a fatal mistake. His concentration wavered each time he felt the pangs in his abdomen demanding he deal with this sooner rather than later, and eventually he lost focus completely, more concerned with trying to stay in control. It was something hard to be subtle about though, and eventually his fidgeting caught Yusaku’s attention. The concerned look in his eyes only made things worse, made him feel like a deer caught in the headlights as it became impossible to play off his desperation as anything other than what it was.
“What’s wrong? You stopped working like ten minutes ago, and you’ve just kind of been spacing out over there.” Astute as ever, Ryoken realized with an irritable sigh. There really was no getting things past Yusaku; he paid a lot more attention to his surroundings than he let on.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself before the admission, Ryoken averted his eyes and replied as nonchalantly as he could manage in the situation. “Just need to go to the restroom, that’s all.” Yusaku’s face immediately twisted into some mix of confusion and concern.
“If that’s the case, go ahead. Why bother waiting?” Ryoken couldn’t find a completely honest answer that didn’t directly call out his inability to be openly vulnerable so he didn’t bother, instead brushing it off as if it were no big deal.
“I figured I’d try and finish up what we had left to do tonight first. There isn’t a lot left so it seemed like a waste of time not to push through the last leg of it.”
“Oh… well, okay I guess. But I actually finished up just now,” Yusaku replied. “It doesn’t seem like you’ve gotten a lot of work done in a while anyways, so seriously just go ahead. We don’t have to finish tonight, it was just a goal. We’re still on track to get through it with plenty of time.”
He wasn’t… wrong about any of that, truthfully. He hadn’t been able to focus in the slightest for a good while now, and there wasn’t any immediate deadline they had to meet. With a resigned sigh he nodded in agreeance.
“Right… you’re right.” To his own ears it sounded like it was meant to assure himself more than anything else. Still, he managed to get to his feet -- before nearly doubling over as the painful throbbing in his bladder intensified now that he was standing. “Fuck…” He could feel the sweat beading on the back of his neck as he tried to steady himself and regain a measure of composure. All the while Yusaku stared at him with that same concern, seeming torn on what, if anything, to say.
“...You sure you’re alright?” is what he settled on eventually, watching as Ryoken visibly struggled to hold himself together.
“I’m fine ,” he attempted to reiterate -- at least until his indignant response caused a lapse in concentration and he could feel a sudden leak escape him with a startled whimper. Immediately his hands flew to hold himself, giving up on the pretense of trying to maintain his dignity. This… this was absolutely humiliating. He took another shaky step forward before realizing it was in vain as another sudden leak startled him.
This was it. He was one more step away from the dam breaking and making a mess of himself and his pride ached just as bad as his bladder. The first few leaks had been jarring enough, but the knowledge that he was only moments away from wetting himself, in front of his boyfriend no less, filled Ryoken with some sort of exhilaration; the idea was absolutely humiliating, but it was also inescapable at that point and the feeling gave birth to a new heat in his stomach.
Hands still clutching desperately at his crotch, eager to retain some semblance of control for as long as he could before the inevitable, Ryoken managed to gasp out, “I’m not… going to make it.” He felt his face burn with the admission, but Yusaku’s response left him feeling even warmer.
“That’s okay. You shouldn’t try to fight it, you’ll just risk hurting yourself at this point.” Ryoken knew his boyfriend was being pragmatic. What he said was simply the truth of the situation.
That didn’t change the fact that his eyes were alert, his gaze trained on Ryoken’s trembling hands as he squirmed incessantly. He considered a last ditch effort to make it to the restroom; he’d definitely leak, but it sounded like the last chance he had to retain a shred of dignity.
One step in that direction was enough to prove that plan useless. Suddenly, before he could stop it, there was an unmistakable warmth spreading in his pants and it was over. A few small leaks quickly gave way to a flood and the groan of relief that escaped his mouth as it happened was positively sinful, even to his own ears.
If he didn’t have Yusaku’s undivided attention before, he certainly did now. His teeth were worrying his lower lip, eyes still trained on Ryoken as the piss started saturating his dark pants, leaving a wet sheen on the fabric as it did so.
Not that Ryoken could register that fact very well right now. His body had relaxed to a point he would’ve never suspected possible, and his vision was blurry as he surrendered to the relief he felt, pride and shame be damned. All that mattered in that moment were the unbelievable warmth as he let it all go, and the equally potent warmth he felt building in his stomach.
Eventually the stream died down and he was left standing there, suddenly processing what had just happened. He had really just…
Yusaku’s voice calling out broke the trance he had found himself enveloped in moments before.
“You’re hard.” Ah — he was. Somehow that hadn’t registered before now, and the shame of his own degeneracy burned just as hot as his face.
“...I’m terribly sorry about that. If you give me a moment to catch my breath I’ll go ahead and clean up.” Before he could manage to retreat to the bathroom (equally ready for a shower and a moment of privacy to take care of himself) he found Yusaku at his side, grabbing him by the cuff of his sleeve to keep him from leaving.
“I am too. Dunno why exactly, but that was… pretty hot honestly.” Goddamn Yusaku and his ability to be so blunt about absolutely everything no matter how indecent. When he let his eyes wander though, he could tell Yusaku was being serious; the way his pants strained so hard against his dick had to be painful. Suddenly he didn’t feel so bad about what had transpired moments ago. Instead he felt his legs finally give way, sinking onto his knees in his own mess and pressing his face against his boyfriend’s clothed hardon. The heat was palpable, and he was eager to get to servicing him. The adrenaline rush that had come from having a genuine accident left his heart racing and blood pounding. The only thing on his mind was satiating the itch it had left in its wake, and thankfully Yusaku seemed to be of a similar opinion.
Threading a hand through Ryoken’s hair he offered a command — one that left Ryoken breathless with its blatantly dominant tone.
“I want you to blow me.”
There wasn’t any arguing with that. Ryoken found his hands quickly moving to the clasp on Yusaku’s pants and made easy work of it. There was a sort of release he found in submission, and even though it was something he was still working to understand, his boyfriend had long since caught on. The residual shame he felt after the accident only fed into that headspace, leaving him enthralled in the moment as his heart continued hammering away and his breath continued to come in shaky gasps.
After a few moments he had managed to get Yusaku’s pants down his thighs and that was enough as far as he was concerned. Face to face with his crotch he could see the wet spot Yusaku had made as well, precum staining the front of his underwear just from watching him… the thought left a warm feeling in his chest as he leaned in and pressed his lips against his cock through the fabric. Feeling how hard he could make Yusaku was always a source of pride, and he needed just a smidge of that right now, as humiliated as he’s already been tonight.
He let his lips part, mouthing at the erection in front of him with exceptional eagerness. All the while he took in deep, heaving breaths through his nose; there was something about that heady smell he’d never get enough of.
Eventually his teasing was cut off as the grip in his hair tightened, forcing Ryoken to meet Yusaku’s eyes. He was clearly affected - the way his gaze was hooded and the deep flush from his face down to his chest spoke volumes.
“Stop teasing already and get on with it.” Despite giving a direct order his voice didn’t quite match up. His breath was already coming in heavy pants and Ryoken could feel the hand on his head trembling.
After a quick nod he begun obeying his orders eagerly. Tugging down Yusaku’s underwear, he felt his breath hitch at being face to face with his cock. Without waiting for any further prompting he took it in hand, giving it a few lazy strokes before starting to press soft kisses along the shaft. Teasing still? Perhaps, but if the tightening grip on his hair was indication Yusaku couldn’t have minded it too much.
Soon enough he let his mouth start to wander, kisses eventually leading to the head of Yusaku’s cock. The both of them knew the coy, fleeting licks Ryoken left on it belied his admirable, if initially somewhat surprising, competence when it came to giving head.
Ryoken realized he must have let his absent minded teasing draw out too long because eventually he felt Yusaku’s fingers pressing against his mouth and forcing it open.
“Get on with it already…”
And so he did. Grabbing Yusaku’s cock by the base, he parted his lips and took him into his mouth. The resulting groan was enough to make his own cock twitch, but now wasn’t the time for dealing that that. If he had realized somewhere during the course of their sexual relationship that he might’ve had a thing for orgasm denial, well that’s just how things had panned out.
He took it slowly at first, focused on technique more than anything else; what he didn’t have in his mouth he stroked with his hand. The slight unsteadiness he could feel in Yusaku’s grip on his hair made it clear when he had done a suitable job with the warm up. Pulling back for a moment to breathe, he continued stroking him eagerly and took the opportunity to look up.
Yusaku looked absolutely gorgeous right now; not that he didn’t always, some part of Ryoken’s brain that wasn’t completely focused on the cock in his hand supplied. Yusaku, with his bright eyes and gentle smile and kind words was beautiful to him in any context, sexual or otherwise.
The admittedly sappy train of thought died down when he felt a hand covering his own, guiding Yusaku’s cock back against his lips. He didn’t wait for instructions this time.
Instead he took it back in his mouth and, after a few tentative bobs of his head to get adjusted to the weight of it again, slowly worked his way to deep throating it with a unnatural sort of ease. Ryoken felt Yusaku’s free hand join the other, tangled tightly into his hair, and he loved every goddamn second of it. Having his face near flush with the base of that cock never felt any less exhilarating, and burying himself against his crotch, breathing in the scent that was so uniquely Yusaku never felt any less grounding.
The choked moan from above him certainly isn’t missed as Ryoken hollows his cheeks, sucking eagerly as his works his way back up Yusaku’s cock, all the way to the tip before sliding back down and taking him down to the base. It doesn’t take long before the grip on his hair tightened again and he’s being forced down as Yusaku started to fuck his mouth; he certainly doesn’t mind, and Yusaku is well aware he can take it in stride. Letting his jaw fall slack he allows his mouth to be used as little more than a glorified onahole and that thought sends a shiver up his spine. Tonight really was about indulging in his most base wants at this point anyways, wasn’t it?
Yusaku’s heavy panting made it clear he was getting close, and the way Ryoken could see the muscles in his stomach contracting as he tried to stave off his inevitable orgasm was mesmerizing. Putting renewed effort into his actions he grabbed Yusaku’s hips and forced him all the way to the back of his throat again, letting him feel the way it couldn’t help but spasm at the intrusion no matter how well Ryoken was able to handle it. He knew it was a surefire way to set Yusaku off, and tonight proved to be no exception.
“I’m — I’m getting close,” he warned, never relenting in fucking Ryoken’s mouth nonetheless. The way his voice caught as the pleasure started to overwhelm him was too much and Ryoken finally let a hand dip below his soaked waistband and take his own cock in hand, stroking fast and unrelenting as he matched pace with his mouth. It only took a few more moments before he found himself pushed flush with Yusaku’s body again, tasting cum on the back of his tongue and internally preening at the praise he was being showered with — how he felt so good, how sexy he looked on his knees like that, and how cute he looked sitting there desperately working to find his own release.
High on the evening’s mix of humiliation and debauchery, it didn’t take terribly long for Ryoken to find himself at his limit, gasping and whining in such an eager way he’d be embarrassed about it under any other circumstance. Thinking about everything that’d happened - about the shameful rush of wetting himself, about Yusaku’s resulting arousal, about letting himself be used as little more than an eager and pliant fuck toy - it was too much, and with a broken moan he came in his already wet underwear.
It took longer than usual for him to recollect himself well enough to come back to his surroundings even remotely grounded. When he did, the reality of the situation, a reality he had just gotten off to seconds prior, hit him full force and the humiliation sunk in once again. He was a grown man, sitting on his boyfriend’s floor in a puddle of his own piss and he had actually came as a result…
Before he could help it he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes and made a poor attempt at wiping them away before Yusaku noticed.
It didn’t really work, but Yusaku refrained from commenting on it. He surprisingly could display an exceptional amount of tact when the situation called for it, when it came to Ryoken at least.
Kneeling down - and cutting off anything Ryoken could try to say about the fact that he was getting filthy , crouching in the puddle covering the floor of his apartment - Yusaku pressed his lips against Ryoken’s in a gentle kiss. Nothing about it matched their previous activities; there was no fire, no desperate heat, just… comfort. Reassurance that somehow Yusaku didn’t think any less of him after what had transpired. Ryoken found himself melting into it, wrapping his arms loosely around Yusaku’s neck as they kissed.
Eventually his breathing evened out, and he let his head fall to rest against Yusaku’s shoulder. After a few moments spent in silence, Ryoken found his voice again. It was muffled thanks to his current position, but that was intentional; he still felt somewhat nervous about meeting Yusaku’s eyes despite the reassurance moments prior.
“Thank you… for not being weirded out by that,” he murmurs, burying his face in the crook of Yusaku’s neck. He can’t see the hint of a smile playing on his boyfriend’s lips, but he can hear it clear as day in his voice.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but I was a little more than ‘not weirded out’ by it.” A hand found its way to rest against Ryoken’s back, rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades in an attempt to get him to unwind further. “It was kinda… really hot honestly. Maybe that’s weird of me to say, but it was.” Pulling back a bit he takes Ryoken’s face in his hands, forcing him to look up. “By the looks of things you felt the same way, right?” He felt his face flush at the accusation, but he couldn’t find it in himself to voice any objection. Yusaku was right, plain and simple.
After a moment he nodded, and despite everything he found himself smiling just a bit too. It was ridiculous really, to have been so mortified initially. Yusaku had never expressed any sort of distaste in his actions, intentional or otherwise, since they had started dating. Sure, this was… admittedly a much different situation than he had ever found himself in before, but he felt just as safe in Yusaku’s arms now than any time prior. There was no judgement, there never was, and that was one of the things Ryoken loved the most about him.
The tender moment didn’t last terribly long; as things cooled down between them, Ryoken became uncomfortably aware of the quickly cooling fabric clinging to his thighs. Grimacing, he made to stand up finally. His knees ached a bit thanks to the unforgiving flooring in Yusaku’s apartment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that - just a sign of a job well done. Reaching out, he took Yusaku by the hand and started pulling on him up. A flash of confusion on his face prompts a hasty explanation.
“It’s getting irritating to keep these on. I want to take a shower now.” The unspoken request for company is answered when Yusaku squeezes his hand and gives him one of those soft, tender smiles only he’s privy too.
“That sounds like a good idea. We both need to clean up anyways, so I’ll join you.”
A pragmatic response as usual. Ryoken didn’t take it personally in the slightest; the opposite was true, in fact. Yusaku was used to the fact that Ryoken still had trouble asking for emotionally intimate acts and managed to skirt around directly acknowledging them when they did happen. Ryoken appreciated the knowledge that he was allowed to take things at his own pace and open up step by step as he grew more comfortable in the relationship. He had never once felt pressured in any capacity, and the wholehearted concern and care Yusaku showed towards him constantly was just one more thing he adored about his boyfriend no matter how hard he found voicing the sentiment to be.
He expressed affection differently, for now at least: holding hands when they were absentmindedly relaxing, nights spent curled up in bed together, mornings filled with lazy kisses. What he couldn’t express in words he had slowly come to show in actions. And Yusaku just… got that. Not once has he had to stumble through some sort of excuse or explanation for his lack of verbal affection, and that was incredibly comforting in a way he never could have expected something to be. It felt more intimate than any physical action they had taken, and it wasn’t something that needed to be expressed in words.
“Hey, you alright?”
He must have been spacing out big time, because when Ryoken blinked it was like he had suddenly snapped back into existence. The shower was running and steam had already begun filling the poorly ventilated room. Yusaku had also stripped down, leaning up against the counter as he watched Ryoken fumble through an apology.
After peeling off his soaked clothing (which proved more difficult than he had expected), Ryoken stepped into the shower and let the heat begin to work away at the last dredges of tension remaining in his body. Yusaku followed soon after; the shower was definitely too small to be used comfortably with the two of them in there together, but neither really minded.
After washing up they allowed themselves some time to just soak, the warmth of the shower comforting in the aftermath of the rather intense evening. Rather uncharacteristically, Ryoken also allowed himself to give into a sudden impulse; wrapping his arms against Yusaku from behind, he held him close and pressed a tender kiss to his shoulder, and then neck, and up to his jawline before Yusaku took the clue and tilted his head a bit, allowing them to properly lock lips. The kiss was slow and careful in a way Ryoken hardly ever initiated himself, and it spoke volumes.
Thank you for accepting all of me: the past and the present and the unclear future, my mistakes and flaws and baggage. Just… me as I am, no matter what.
The way Yusaku smiled against his lips, something soft and caring, Ryoken could truly believe that acceptance was something that would never change. |
This turned out long. Maybe not the longest I've ever posted here, but definitely up there. Thanks for reading! Happy belated New Year!
***
It’s not that Mandy was eavesdropping, exactly. “Eavesdropping” implied some sort of sneaking or subterfuge; Mandy just happened to pay attention to conversations that happened around her locker.
“Senior lock-in is the best night of the year!” Cassie insisted, sounding every bit like the blonde cheerleader she was. “It’s more relaxed than prom, and way cheaper, because you don’t have to rent a tux!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Mandy saw Ethan give a hesitant half-smile. “It sounds cool,” he acquiesced. “I’ll think about it.”
Cassie put her hand on Ethan’s arm, a move that Mandy had seen melt much stauncher men. “It’ll be such a good way to get to know everyone!” she wheedled. “You don’t want to be the guy who just came for senior year, and then no one remembers you!”
Ethan pulled out his textbook, not meeting Cassie’s wide-eyed gaze.
“It’s so chill!” she promised, sensing an opening. “Literally, you do whatever you want! There are quieter rooms with card games and stuff, and then the gym has sports and is really loud, but then the choir room is for people who want to sleep, so you don’t even have to stay up all night if you don’t want to!”
Gathering her own supplies for her next class, Mandy knew Ethan was done for. If he didn’t give in now and agree to go to the lock-in, Cassie would have the entire cheer squad on him by lunch time. Any feasible excuse would be futile. He had to work? Cassie would personally find an underclassman to replace him. Didn’t want to buy tickets? Cassie would talk to the principal and get them for free. Literally anything to get the cute, mysterious new guy to come to the first big senior event of the year.
“I’ll…” Ethan trailed off as he turned from his locker to see Cassie’s oddly persuasive smile.
He exhaled softly. “Yeah, OK.”
“Yay!!” Cassie leapt and clapped her hands together, looking for all the world like Ethan’s capitulation was the best thing that had ever happened to her. “I’ll make sure Mrs. Schaeffer has a ticket in your name in the main office!”
The warning bell rang, and Cassie turned and skipped sideways down the hall, still chattering excitedly as she went. “You won’t regret it! It’s such a fun night! I’m so excited!!”
Ethan rolled his shoulders back, looking bemused. Mandy closed her locker and stared appraisingly at him.
“So what’s your deal?” she asked bluntly, never one to pass up a chance to get more of a story.
“Huh?” Ethan blinked, as if he’d just realized Mandy was there.
“Why were you so against the lock-in? And why did you let Cassie talk you into it?”
Ethan straightened, then shrugged one shoulder, projecting casualness. “I didn’t want to miss work, but I guess I can get a sub,” he said smoothly.
Tilting her chin up, Mandy narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Ethan had been looking behind him, nervous about getting to class on time, but he turned back at Mandy’s apology, confused. “Oh, it’s no big deal,” he said, shrugging again. “Like I said, I’ll get a sub…”
“No,” Mandy shook her head, her face deliberately nonchalant. “I’m sorry I made you lie.”
She stood just long enough to watch a look of alarm cross Ethan’s face, then turned to go to class.
***
On Friday, the night of the lock-in, Mandy pulled her car into the school parking lot at about 7:30. There was no strict start time for the lock-in – some seniors actually just stayed after classes – but everyone had to be there by 8, when the doors of St. Benedict High School were locked. Then, the seniors had more or less free run of the school (no teachers’ lounge, no chemicals from the science rooms) until 1 PM the next day. There were snacks for the night, a continental-type breakfast, and then a big pizza lunch before everyone had to leave.
Many students came already wearing sweats or pajama pants, while others had a change of clothes in their backpack, along with a toothbrush and any other items they deemed necessary for an enjoyable night: playing cards, extra snacks, movies for the rooms that had TVs set up, etc.
For Mandy, her most important extra item was her camera. She was the head of the yearbook committee, since the school was too small to have a newspaper, and she took her job very seriously.
Mandy wanted to be a reporter more than anything. She wanted to tell the truth, expose cover-ups, and give people as much information as possible, so they could be fully informed citizens. She wanted to get stories from the people who experienced them, not pundits talking on TV.
Like many high school students of her generation, Mandy was irritated at the way she felt her generation was portrayed in the media. Between the cost of college (and the increased competition for many schools), stagnant wages, and school shootings, Mandy thought that it was well past time for younger people to have a voice, and she wanted to be part of that voice. And her desire to learn and share the truth had only grown more urgent since last school year.
Just a few weeks before the summer, there had been a shooting at Belden High, which was about an hour and a half away from Mandy’s town. She didn’t know anyone there, personally, but St. Ben’s had played them a few times in various sports, and all of the students had been understandably shaken at something happening so close to home.
Mandy more than most.
In the weeks after the shooting, Mandy had obsessed over the thought that someone had to have known that the killer was angry, violent, and had access to a gun. Surely people knew by now that it could happen anywhere, that no one was safe.
She knew, of course, that not every angry student was a shooter, and that there wasn’t a single set of behaviors that defined every killer, but she was still determined to notice things. Not just potential shooters, though – Mandy wanted to truly pay attention in her senior year and see who was in need, who was struggling, who needed encouragement around the school. She wanted to figure people out.
And her current target was none other than Ethan Lane.
Mandy looked around as she entered the cafeteria, where everyone had to gather for attendance and reading of the rules before the night began, but she didn’t see Ethan. Setting her things down on a chair, she mentally ran over what she knew about the transfer student.
Ethan had shown up on the first day of school, tall and quiet. Because their class was comparatively small – only about eighty people – the presence of a new student in their senior year was pretty big news. However, though Ethan wasn’t exactly unfriendly, he wasn’t exactly forthcoming, either.
When asked where he was from, he’d say something like “Oh, we moved around a lot, and now my mom got a job here.” When asked about his interests, he’d give a few generic answers, then say something about how he never really had time to do clubs or sports, because they moved so much.
He didn’t talk much overall, so it’s not like his vague answers were overly suspicious, but Mandy had made it her mission to notice and understand, so…
Ethan knew none of this. His only goal was to get through senior year without drawing too much attention. Even though spending the night in the school building didn’t sound at all appealing to him, he’d made the quick mental calculation while under Cassie’s persuasive gaze that not going was more noteworthy than going.
And thus, Ethan found himself pulling into the school parking lot just before 8 on Friday night. He’d prepared, and he had a mental game plan – he’d just hang out with the class for a while, maybe watching a movie, maybe just chatting in the cafeteria, and then he’d feign weariness and find somewhere to sleep.
Ethan steeled himself as he walked through the doors. He showed his ticket to the teacher at the check-in table, then scanned the room to see if there was some unobtrusive place to sit down. Cassie, surrounded by friends, waved him over enthusiastically, and Ethan had to settle for decidedly obtrusive instead.
From her seat, Mandy watched Ethan intently. He looked uncomfortable, but not necessarily any more so than was warranted by the fact that he was the sole new kid walking into an overnight event. Still, she wanted to keep an eye on him. As Miss Lockwood, the AP English teacher and senior class advisor, stood to welcome everyone, Mandy slid out of her chair and sidled across the room to get a seat at Ethan’s table.
The class was respectfully quiet as Miss Lockwood read through the rules – no alcohol, obviously, no sex, no destruction of school property, and no leaving before 1 the next day without explicit parental permission. She kept her words, short, however, and soon enough, the room erupted with friendly excitement. Some students sprinted off the find TVs, another group barreled toward the gym to start a dodgeball tournament, but Cassie and a handful of her friends stayed at their table.
“So, Ethan!” Cassie grinned. “We’re so excited you decided to come! We’re so happy to have you in our class, and we can’t wait to get to know you better!”
Ethan smiled. “I was actually hoping you could tell me more about all of you and the school,” he said smoothly. “You were right, Cassie – this is the perfect opportunity for me to learn everything the rest of you already know.”
Cassie beamed, proud that her suggestion had been taken seriously, but Mandy was skeptical. This seemed like another ploy for Ethan to keep from having to talk about himself.
“Here, before we get started…” Marisol pulled a bunch of bottles of Mexican sodas (all school-approved, of course) out of her bag, straight from her visit to her grandmother over the summer. “I brought plenty, so drink up!”
Without even asking, she passed one to Ethan, who hesitated.
“Don’t worry,” Marisol promised, winking, “there are no worms or weird, illegal herbs in them. It’s just like regular soda, just more flavorful.”
“They’re great, Ethan, you’ll love them!” insisted Cassie. “Mari brings them every time she visits her family.”
Ethan gave a half-smile and twisted the top off, having again decided that acquiescence was the way to go in this situation. He took a sip; the drink was really good, very fruity.
It turned out to be a doubly strategic choice – as long as he had a soda, he could keep the bottle near his lips and use it as a chance to pause before answering any questions, often using that pause to quickly think of a way to deflect the conversation back to the other students at the table. It was an effective system, and Ethan barely had to speak over the next hour and a half, as Marisol kept replacing his empty bottles.
Eventually, someone pulled out a pack of cards, and the table split into smaller groups, playing spades, hearts, and poker. It was a good way to pass the time, and Cassie had been right; it seemed like a pretty chill night.
After far too many rounds of cards, with most people switching games at least once, and Ethan still not having to answer any detailed questions (much to Mandy’s consternation, as she’d very carefully kept within earshot of him), Cassie suggested heading to one of the TV rooms to relax and watch movies. Texts were sent, and it was determined that most of the group would head to the second floor religion classroom, where a Matrix marathon was currently going on.
Ethan obediently followed the group upstairs; it was just after 11 now, and he’d promised himself he’d make it until midnight before “going to sleep.” Luckily, it was quiet in the classroom, save for the sounds from the movie. Ethan let out a breath, grateful to be further released from the demands of conversation.
Settling into a desk, Ethan half paid attention to the screen, while Mandy fully paid attention to Ethan. He hadn’t said anything particularly strange or incriminating, but he still looked…off. Like he didn’t want to be fully involved, or like he was just waiting to be somewhere else.
Mandy was partially right, at least. Ethan was more than ready to be somewhere else. He kept surreptitiously checking his phone as the movie went on, and finally, at 12:02 (he’d decided exactly midnight would be too suspicious), he shifted sideways.
“I’m pretty tired,” he whispered to Cassie. “I think I’m gonna go find somewhere to sleep.”
There were a few whispered protests, but Cassie shushed them. “I promised him we wouldn’t make him stay up all night!” She turned and smiled at Ethan. “Good luck – it’s always weird trying to sleep for real in a place that’s not meant for sleeping. We’ll see you in the morning!”
Ethan visibly relaxed, grateful to have been released. “Yeah, see ya.”
He slunk out of the classroom, carefully shutting the door behind him, but he didn’t head to the choir room. He hadn’t actually said that he was going to sleep in the designated room – just that he was going to sleep.
Most of the teachers knew to clean out their rooms before senior lock-in, and others just kept their doors locked altogether. Ethan knew that Señora Garcia, the Spanish and Latin teacher, had a couch in her room and was relieved to find both the door open and no one else inside. He pulled his hoodie tight and curled up on the couch, proud that he’d made it to his self-assigned deadline.
And deliberately ignoring the nagging sensation in his lower abdomen.
Mandy, having faked a trip to the bathroom, watched Ethan step into the Spanish classroom. Hoping she wasn’t being too obvious, she glanced through the narrow window on the door and saw him sink onto the couch in the back of the room. Mandy sighed, mentally chastising herself for being paranoid. Ethan really did want to sleep.
And for nearly three hours, he did just that. The school wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that the noise from the gym didn’t carry all the way around the building, and none of the TV rooms had the volume overly loud. Yes, it was slightly disconcerting to sleep in a dark school, but not so much that Ethan was unable to do so.
Before 3 AM, however, Ethan awoke and spent a few seconds being confused before remembering that yes, he was in school overnight, and yes, he had just been sleeping on Señora Garcia’s couch.
Once those realizations were complete, one more piece of awareness fell into place, and Ethan’s confusion was quickly replaced by terror. There was an awful, full feeling deep in his abdomen – one that he had directly planned against.
Trying to remain calm, Ethan pulled out his phone.
2:53
Damn. There were still hours left. Ethan silently ran through his options, and managed to convince himself that he could just go back to sleep. This could be one of those weird times where it felt like he really had to pee, but then it didn’t actually get worse for a long time.
He flipped over so he was facing the back of the couch and curled up, closing his eyes. He forcibly tried to fall asleep (which, of course, is a terribly ineffective way to fall asleep) for a half hour when an uncomfortable jolt from his bladder made him cringe and roll over.
Now, Ethan was breathing hard. He knew what was going to happen, but he still tried to convince himself that he had options, that this wasn’t going to end horribly.
Ethan sat up, pressing his thighs together. He rose and tiptoed toward the door, opening it as quietly as possible. He didn’t hear any noise coming directly from the hallway, so he stuck his head out to look around. He could hear distant noise coming from the gym, but he didn’t see anyone in the second floor hall.
He carefully shut the door behind him, still trying to make as little noise as possible. The boys’ bathroom was on the other side of the school, so Ethan crept down the hallway, warily looking out for any classmates.
Other than the noise from the gym, the school was eerily quiet. The main hallway lights were off, as were most classroom lights, and the safety lights gave off an odd glow, lending an uncanny feeling to the whole endeavor.
Ethan walked slowly, rubbing his thighs together. As he approached the opposite wing, he began to breathe deeply, trying to convince himself that this would work.
But as he pushed open the door to the restroom (empty, thank goodness), he knew his hopes were futile. He felt his pelvic muscles contract, and, even as he pulled himself free of his sweatpants, nothing happened.
He clenched his teeth and bore down, but not one drop of urine escaped his exposed member.
Ethan groaned and shoved his dick back in his pants. Stupid Mexican soda, he thought, though he knew he, not the soda, was to blame.
Another wave of desperation rolled through his bladder, and Ethan gripped between his legs, thoroughly furious at his body’s lack of cooperation. He pressed his groin for a few seconds until the most immediate urgency passed, then tried to think of what else he could do.
There was another bathroom on the third floor. Maybe, he told himself, it would be completely quiet up there, with no lingering noise from the gym, and he’d be able to relax enough…
Back in the hallway, Ethan looked around again. He still didn’t see anyone, though he saw the flickering light, presumably from a TV, in the history classroom a few doors down. Deciding to be extra careful, he went the opposite way toward the main stairwell.
The gym noise was more pronounced by the stairs, but it did diminish as he climbed up to the third floor. There seemed to be no one at all upstairs, which was both unnerving and relieving.
As he turned left toward the bathroom, Ethan’s bladder spasmed, and he felt a leak slip into his underwear. He choked out a sob, then threw a hand over his mouth to muffle any noise.
He shoved open the bathroom door, but his heart was already racing. The thing about school bathrooms is they all look pretty much the same, and as soon as Ethan set foot in the room, his muscles locked up completely.
Frantically, Ethan once again stood in front of a urinal, pointing his dick at the bowl, but nothing happened. Despite the sheer volume of liquid inside of him, his bladder would not release.
“Come ON!” Ethan leaned forward and pounded his fist against the wall, to no avail. Panicked tears prickled his eyes. His heart continued to race, and he feared he would pass out if he stayed in the bathroom.
Stumbling out the door, hands pressed between his legs, no longer bothering to scan the hallway, Ethan shuffled forward, completely out of options. He couldn’t use the restroom like a normal person, no, and he couldn’t ask to leave, not that he’d make it until he got home, anyway. He leaked again, warm and glistening through his sweatpants, as if to underlie his mental calculus. Stupid Mexican sodas!
Shuffling forward, Ethan frantically tried several doors before he found one that was unlocked. He tripped forward, barely pushing at the door to close it behind him. In the last part of his brain not consumed with terror and desperation, he realized that he was in the chemistry lab.
Ethan lumbered about halfway across the room before lurching against one of the lab stations. He slid around the side of it, as if blocking his lower half from view of the door would somehow make this situation better.
“No, no…” Ethan couldn’t help but whining as his leaks became more frequent. He was scared, he was angry at himself for getting into this situation, and he was in pain.
Before he could think anymore, though, Ethan’s muscles gave out, and hot liquid gushed down his legs with almost mocking force.
Ethan sagged against the chemistry station as he wet himself, hanging his head in defeat. This was always what was going to happen, of course, and he’d known it from the minute he’d woken up on the couch.
His lower lip trembled, but he didn’t cry. The unfamiliarity of standing in a dark chemistry classroom at 3:30 in the morning served as a buffer to the worst of the humiliation of having an accident at age 18 in a technically public place.
The trickling sound of his accident seemed to echo through the empty room, and Ethan tensed with shame. The feeling of physical relief was nothing compared to the fury he felt at himself for allowing this to happen.
Out in the hallway, Mandy crept up the last stair and looked around. Still paranoid, she’d been making periodic checks of the Spanish classroom since Ethan had gone to sleep. When, at her last pass, she’d peeked in and seen him gone, she let herself get a bit nervous.
She’d done a quick scan of the remaining “group” rooms, and, having come up empty, decided to search the third floor. She glanced around the hallway and noticed one door slightly ajar.
The chemistry lab.
Mandy’s heart rate spiked, and she tried her hardest to remain rational as she slowly stepped toward the unlatched door. Just because the new kid, the one who wouldn’t give a straight answer, was in the chemistry lab in the middle of the night, when nearly every member of the senior class was literally locked in the building, didn’t mean he was doing something cruel, right?
Mandy paused outside the lab and listened. There was definitely someone in there; she could hear irregular breathing. She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
Ethan’s head snapped up. He was standing about halfway across the room, half hidden behind a lab station. He looked horrified at being discovered, and Mandy felt her palms beginning to sweat.
“What are you doing in here?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
“N-nothing,” Ethan stammered, doing nothing to ease Mandy’s fears.
“You’re not supposed to be in here.” Mandy took one step forward, reaching into her back pocket for her phone.
“The door was open,” Ethan said, frozen by Mandy’s movement. She couldn’t see him, she couldn’t come any closer.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Mandy repeated, walking a bit closer, one step at a time, like she was in a wedding processional.
“I just…wanted to see…” Ethan had no excuses. His brain was muddled and frantic, and all he wanted was for Mandy to stop moving toward him.
He couldn’t tell, but Mandy was just as frantic. Ethan’s erratic behavior was all but confirming her suspicions.
Each student looked in terror at the other, eyes wide, both petrified at what they thought was going to happen.
“You’re not allowed…”
“I didn’t mean anything…”
“Ethan, what are you doing?”
“Please stop…”
“I can’t let you…”
“No, please…”
“You don’t have to do this…”
“No, nooooo…”
But Ethan’s pleas did nothing, and with one last forced step forward, Mandy stood in the aisle, staring directly at her classmate, finally able to take in the full scenario.
The safety lighting in the chemistry room was dim, but enough for Mandy to see Ethan’s soaked pants and the giant puddle on the tile floor.
“Oh!” she gasped. Her stomach flipped with relief, confusion, and secondhand embarrassment. She’d been so, so wrong.
Ethan dropped his head, eyes welling with tears too numerous to hold back. His knees shook, and he braced himself against the lab station to keep from collapsing into his own mess.
“I…” Mandy gaped in the silence, ashamed of her own paranoia. “Ethan, I’m sorry.”
Ethan didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond.
Mandy spoke again, compelled to explain herself. “I was scared. I was being unreasonable. I had convinced myself that you were, I don’t know, making a bomb or something, or hiding guns up here.”
She saw Ethan’s shoulders tense and felt even worse. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, voice small. “Ever since the Belden shooting, I’ve been super nervous about anything out of the ordinary. It’s stupid.”
Mandy stared, but Ethan’s head was still down. She thought she saw a tear drip off his chin, and she wondered if she should just leave. She was just about to turn away when Ethan spoke.
“It’s not.”
Mandy leaned forward, unsure if she’d head correctly. “What?”
“It’s not weird,” Ethan repeated, a bit louder, then sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked up at Mandy, and the broken, knowing look on his face took her breath away.
“It’s not weird to be scared.”
Mandy allowed the weight of his words to wash over her, and then she knew.
“You were there.”
Ethan paused for a second, and another tear slid down his cheek. Then he nodded.
“Oh, God.” Now Mandy felt even worse. Not only had she suspected a classmate with no real reasoning, she’d suspected a survivor.
Mandy’s heart ached, but her intense curiosity and search for the truth kept her speaking. “Is that why you didn’t want to come tonight?”
Ethan’s shoulders slumped. He’d told himself that this was exactly what he didn’t want to happen; he didn’t want anyone at St. Ben’s knowing where he’d come from, why he’d transferred. But now, standing in wet pants at nearly 4 in the morning, keeping his story bottled up didn’t seem like the best idea.
He rolled his neck back and forth. “Kind of,” he finally answered. “I…
I was in the bathroom when it happened. You know, you hear these awful noises, and you don’t let yourself realize what they are right away, because how could there be gunshots, you know? Even though that’s a thing now,” he added bitterly.
“It was at the end of the school year, so, you know, we didn’t go back, and my parents were already looking for places to move, so I wouldn’t have to go back there, but then over the summer…” Ethan paused, embarrassed but compelled to continue. He took another deep breath.
“We toured a few schools over the summer, because we wanted to make sure I felt comfortable in the building and the staff understood what had happened, but then at one, I had to go to the bathroom, but when I got in there, I just…couldn’t.”
Ethan felt his face burn with shame at the admission, even though he’d already very obviously wet himself. He couldn't explain any more, even though he was pretty sure Mandy still didn't understand. She'd think it was just anxiety, PTSD or something, but it was more than that. He physically couldn't go in school bathrooms, and he hated himself for it.
After a few seconds, realizing there was no more to that particular bit of the story, Mandy spoke up. “So you just…never go at school?”
Ethan shook his head miserably. “I go right before I drive here, and then I just don’t drink anything, or not much of anything, during the day, so I never have to.”
“But…” Stunned by this new information, Mandy tried to understand. “…how were you planning on making it through the lock-in? It’s 17 hours!”
If possible, Ethan’s face fell even further. “My mom spoke to Miss Lockwood and got permission for me to leave at 8 AM,” he explained. “I thought I just had to make it til then.”
“And then Marisol brought the sodas,” Mandy filled in, everything clicking into place.
Ethan nodded, and a fresh batch of tears fell from both eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry I scared you.”
“Oh –“ Mandy couldn’t help but reach toward him. “Ethan, no. Please…it’s not your fault.”
Ethan blinked rapidly, futilely trying to clear the tears out of his eyes. Between his accident and his confession, he was exhausted and out of all ability to control his emotions.
“Look…” Mandy reached out again. “Ethan, let me help.”
Sniffling, child-like, Ethan looked up.
“Where’s your bag?” Mandy asked, quietly taking control. “Did you bring extra clothes?”
Ethan shook his head, crestfallen. “I…I didn’t think I’d be staying.”
“That’s fine,” Mandy soothed. “I’ll sneak into the drama room. There’s bound to be something in there. Stay here,” she ordered. “I’ll be back soon.”
In the silence left by Mandy, Ethan sniffled deeply. Disgusted, he stepped out of his puddle and grabbed some paper towels from the cleaning station to clean up his accident. It was an obnoxiously big puddle, and by the time he was wiping up the last of it, Mandy slipped back in the lab.
“Here.” She laid a few options on the table, none of which were as bright or sparkly as Ethan had feared.
“I…” Ethan stared at the pants, knowing they didn’t solve all of his problems. He looked back up at Mandy, imploringly.
“I can’t stay,” he murmured. “What…what if I have to go again?”
Mandy tilted her head to the side, thinking. She knew better than to try to convince Ethan that it would be fine.
“Does Miss Lockwood know that you went to Belden?” she asked. Ethan nodded. “OK, then let me talk to her. I won’t tell her what happened!” Mandy insisted quickly, seeing Ethan’s anxious reaction.
“I’ll just tell her that you’re uncomfortable being here. I’m sure she’ll let you go.”
Mentally, Ethan warred with himself for a few seconds, but the fear of having to pee again won out. “OK,” he whispered.
Mandy left to seek out the senior advisor, and Ethan quickly stripped off his sticky, cooling pants and underwear, reeling from the events of the last 45 minutes. He slipped on a pair of gray flannel pants, silently sending an apology to the arts department.
A few minutes later, Mandy returned, smiling softly. “Miss Lockwood said it’s fine,” she explained, and relief hit Ethan like a bucket of cold water. “She said she’d meet us downstairs to let you out the side door. You just have to promise to text when you get home.”
Ethan could only nod, nearly lightheaded with the consolation that he didn’t have to stay any longer.
Mandy was already walking toward the door, narrating soothing words. “No one will see us. Most everyone is asleep by now, and the ones that aren’t won’t be anywhere near the side door. Don’t worry.”
Downstairs, Miss Lockwood smiled encouragingly at Ethan and made no comment about the pants balled up in his arms. She unlocked the door, then respectfully stepped aside.
“Are you going to be OK?” Mandy asked, staring up at Ethan earnestly.
Ethan looked out toward the parking lot, the sense of impending comfort and freedom already easing the tightness in the back of his throat. He looked down at his unlikely rescuer.
“I will be.”
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The sounds emanating from the sole bathroom of this wing of the shinobi manor were extremely unpleasant, the four girls waiting outside it could attest to. These four, plus the fifth suffering the toilet emergency, were a team of freelance renegade shinobi called the Crimson Squad, on a special kind of job. The rainbow bridge that had pulled them to this island dropped them into a world unlike anything they had seen before, a world of water parks, water slides, bleacher stands, pirate ships, bright summer colors, a world called Peach Beach Splash, or PBS. The Crimson Squad, and three other ninja schools, were going to be competing in a water gun tournament to soak the other contestants to win a grand prize of any wish granted. It was pedestrian, it was gimmicky, it was perverted, but it was a fun change of pace from the normal bloody shinobi work, and thus, the tournament began.
The Crimson Squad had other reasons to be hyped for competing, however. There was a certain freedom to being freelance, but calls were slow. The members had taken to working part-time jobs just to have money for food (that wasn't their own grown bean sprouts), even with expenses low from living in a cave. With the PBS tournament being livestreamed on NewTube, the premiere video sharing site for shinobi, it was a perfect opportunity to showcase their skills to a large audience and get their names out there to earn some jobs.
There was just one obstacle in the path of that goal, unfortunately, and that's how they weren't popular on the internet. Very few views on the uploads of their preliminary matches, and the comments were either poorly-constructed single sentences without any value, or timestamps to the numerous instances of swimsuits getting blown off by high-pressure water, much to the chagrin of the subjects. The high-paying job offers for the Crimson Squad had yet to pour in.
Desperate to make the most of their time in the spotlight, the Crimson Squad had hatched plans to showcase their talents. First came the leader, Homura, with her impersonation comedy routine, to which they could practically hear the crickets chirping in the ensuing silence. Next was Yomi, demonstrating her bottomless stomach by eating a large amount of unflavored shaved ice, made from the abundant pool water. Pool water contaminated with chlorine. That was the reason Yomi was currently stuck on the toilet, ejecting her stomach contents from one end or the other, leaving her comrades watching the bathroom door, worried for their friend's health.
The four looked between each other uncomfortably for a solid minute, before Haruka bit the bullet and stepped forward, knocking on the door. "Yomi? Are you going to be alright in there?"
"I-I'll be fine, Haruka," Yomi panted from inside. "This was all my fault, for overestimating my stomach."
"No, this was my fault," Homura chastised. "This was all because I was too focused on getting us views instead of stopping you from doing something dangerous! I suck as a leader sometimes!"
"D-don't worry aboHNG!" Everyone outside the bathroom covered their noses for the smell that could follow an exertion like that. "You're only doing what's necessary, for the good of all of us. Don't let my failure slow you down! Go on without me!"
Mirai rubbed tears out of her eyes with her inner elbow, sniffling away tears. "We'll avenge you, Yomi! We'll never forget you!"
"She's not dead, Mirai," Hikage sighed.
"Yeah, but she's probably wishing she was right about now." Haruka rubbed her own stomach in sympathy. "I think we're going to need to start planning how we're gonna win the next round without her."
As if on cue, the loudspeakers installed in the manor screeched to life, and out came the crackling voice of P-1 Grand Prix host, Mr. K. "Attention, Crimson Squad members! The next round of the tournament will be starting soon! Get those pretty little butts out here, and get to squirting!" He neglected to turn off the microphone, allowing all within earshot of the speakers to hear him get punched, likely by cohost Miss R.
The four standing shinobi looked between each other uncomfortably. Unless Yomi recovered in the span of the next three seconds, their next match would be five versus four, to their disadvantage. It wasn't worth holding out hope for that miracle, leaving Homura to rally the troops. "Alright everyone, we're all going to need to give 120% out there to make up for Yomi's absence, so let's show our next opponents what the Crimson Squad can do!"
"Yeah!" Homura led her team out the exit to the manor, out towards the water park that would serve as their battleground.
However, once everyone was in the rhythm of marching out, Homura slowed down, let everyone pass her, and turned to look back. "You just had to take up the bathroom now, Yomi..." Homura pressed her thighs together and rubbed them gingerly. Staying properly hydrated (with bottled water, not pool water) and watching water shooting all over the place turned out to be an unfortunate combination, as both meant the shinobi needed to pee. And, without rummaging through the wings of the manor reserved for the other schools, her only toilet was taken.
Homura shook her head and slapped herself on the cheek. "Yomi is in there, suffering. She deserves the toilet a lot more than you do right now. You can handle just one fight with a full bladder." Motivating as her words might be, she still groaned at the thought of the struggle that was soon to follow. There may have been many inconveniences to living in the cave the Crimson Squad called their hideout, where indoor plumbing was little more than a pipe dream, but at least there wasn't a one person limit to pissing in the bushes outside.
"Homura. Get moving." Lost in thought, Homura didn't notice that Hikage was also hanging behind, "calling" for her, making her look like an idiot. A crimson blush spreading across her cheeks, Homura picked up the pace and ran to rejoin her team. It was just one fight she had to survive, watching water shoot in concentrated streams in all directions. Why wouldn't she be able to do that?
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"Why call us in if they're going to keep us waiting," Mirai complained, sharing everyone's sentiments. They had been standing around Splash Stadium, what would be their arena, with nothing to do for close to ten minutes now, just watch the flowing water, something Homura really didn't want to do. She was so confident so little time ago, and yet, her bladder's pain had surged forward rapidly. Every single water spout was a grim reminder of what she herself needed to do, and would do if she let her bladder run unchecked.
Subtly, Homura pushed her legs closed, hoping it would be enough to stave off the desire to make her swimsuit wet far earlier than everyone else. Doubt began to seep into her mind, if she was already resorting to some form of physical impediment to keep her urine in check, how long could she realistically last in a firefight, where she'd be expected to run, jump, and dash like a proper, full-fledged shinobi ready for a job? Suffice to say, her odds were not looking pleasant.
Like a child in school, Homura was ready to put her hand up and ask to be excused to use the restroom. The only thing that stopped her was the long-awaited approach of their opponents, climbing the stairs, entering view, a big moment when the Crimson Squad had yet to be enlightened as to who their next opponents would be. Tensions were high and breaths were bated as eyes locked, and who else would it be, but the elite students of Hanzō Academy: Katsuragi, Ikaruga, Yagyū, Hibari, and their leader, Asuka.
As soon as their gazes met, Homura's hesitation dissipated. Asuka was Homura's fierce rival, whenever and wherever the two met, swords were sure to clash. Or water guns, in this specific case. The mere thought of another confrontation between the two fated shinobi fired Homura up like a raging inferno, and all she could think of was the incoming battle. Her bladder couldn't even compare. A grin quickly spread across her face, her teeth flashed, and her head cocked. "So early? It's a damn shame that we aren't facing each other in the finals, I wanted our last victory to be against you! Nothing would be sweeter than earning our 100-year supply of meat by besting you!"
Asuka soon responded in kind, with the same cocky expression. "You think you'll be the ones to win here today? You're discounting us pretty fast!"
"Oh, I don't think we'll win, I know we'll win," Homura boasted, slinging her water rocket launcher over her shoulder. Despite the setting, one where both were in nothing more than bikinis, their spirits ran as high as they would any other encounter.
Eager to milk that enthusiasm for the viewers, Mr. K gripped his microphone and held it up to his mouth, adding an anime pose for flair. "Don't trade words, contestants, trade water! Get to your starting points on the opposite sides of the arena, the match will begin in five minutes!"
Asuka waved a two-finger salute as her school turned and walked away to their half. Now, without a spark to fan her flames, Homura quickly reverted back to concern. She could trust that Asuka would not go easy on her, that their duel would be fierce. With that in mind, could she possibly manage the conflict without...the inevitable? Being frank, it wasn't looking good, but not quite impossible. If she could just...
"Hey, Earth to Homura!" Haruka placed a hand on Homura's shoulder, who was distracted and not expecting the contact, to the shame of her ninja training. Homura jumped at the touch with a cute yelp and, known only to her, a small leak in her swimsuit. Cue a second yelp, causing Haruka to pull her hand off, like she touched a hot flame. "Yikes! Sorry for that."
"N-no, it's nothing. I'm coming!" Running as quickly as she could safely manage, the Crimson Squad's leader rejoined her comrades, but behind her determined facade was deep concern. Even as she was surrounded by her closest friends, Homura's fear reached new heights. Why did she need to wait this long to use the bathroom? She could have gone before Yomi's stomach turned on her, but no, she could handle it a little longer.
As the quintet took their positions at their starting circle, Homura tried to think about her situation in a different light, if only for her own sanity's sake. PBS may have been a degrading show for the perverted cameras, and filled with suggestive flowing water, the far more pressing matter, but its matches were short, a few minutes at most. It certainly didn't sound like long, how could she possibly not be able to handle that? It was easy! A child could do that!
"Alright girls, weapons at the ready," Mr. K announced over the arena loudspeakers, warping his voice so much that each enunciation was almost lost completely. Still, it wasn't their first time around this rodeo, so they didn't need the explanation. The girls readied their weapons, often with spinning or other extra flair, glamour that Homura could not afford to distract herself with. Still, she began with a series of small jumps and delicate footwork, not as a potty dance, but as a means to ready herself for the quick movement that would soon follow.
"3, 2, 1, Splash!" A horn blared, and that was all the signal needed for the battle to begin. Ten girls, two teams, charged towards one another, activating the water boosters around their waists to increase speed and rocket into the air, eager to get this fight started. Or rather, in Homura's case at least, eager to get this fight over with.
"Just a few minutes longer," Homura assured herself under her breath, gently placing her left hand over her crotch for support, simultaneously giving her right arm some exercise with holding a heavy rocket launcher all on its own. "Just need to last a few minutes, and then I can find another bathroom or something..."
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Homura's hope was not an unfounded one, based on empirical evidence, but that didn't mean the belief was guaranteed to play out as it had in her head. She could have said that both the Crimson Squad and Hanzō Academy were tenacious, but she hadn't quite put the dots together, that putting two hard-headed teams would result in a longer-than-usual skirmish. Ten minutes had elapsed since the battle had begun, and while there had certainly been encounters and thorough soakings in that time, everyone was still fully dressed and in the game. Homura had yet to fall as well, and was knelt down behind a stage's metal bar foundation in the far corner of the stadium for cover.
Being the type of fighter who liked to get down and dirty into the action, Homura had already dealt with her fair share of showers, including a very dangerous shot to the back from Ikaruga's sniper rifle that very nearly undid the tying knot of her bikini top. However, the water covering her skin, streaking through her hair, and seeping into her swimsuit was not the water she was worried about. It was all the water currently sloshing around inside her, crashing into each wall of her bladder with every jolt and jump. The mere fact that her muscles were still holding strong was a miracle, but there was such a mass of urine always applying pressure, that her luck couldn't last forever.
While there was always the chance that the Crimson Squad could band together in one strong push to defeat Hanzō, Homura was done gambling on the future of her pants and her dignity. The only surefire way to not have an accident was to pee before one could sneak up on her, and do it right where she was. But that was just as dangerous, perhaps even more so, due to the large amount of eyes present to witness such an act.
If it were one of her Crimson Squad, it would hardly matter. The five were practically family, one that relieved themselves in the woods. They weren't so impolite to intrude or stare in a time of bodily need, but sometimes they all needed to go. They'd seen each other pee plenty of times, so if she was caught by one of them now, it'd take some explaining, but not super embarrassing.
Now, if it were one of the girls from Hanzō, that would be a lot worse. Not only could they easily take the opportunity to eliminate her with her pants down, but the idea that Homura just couldn't wait any longer, that she needed to relieve herself instead of participating in the latest battle between good and evil shinobi, and that her opponents would know all about it if they just stumbled into the right place, something like that was just deplorable.
And Asuka. Oh, Asuka was a whole other level of horrifying. Every previous concern was still present in the scenario where Asuka is the one who catches her peeing, but it being Asuka made it ten times worse. Asuka was not just the leader of Hanzō's shinobi, she was Homura's eternal rival. The two were destined to duel for the fate of the world, and even before that day arrived, they took the crossing of their blades very seriously. For Asuka to discover that her rival was, in truth, incapable of even containing her bladder on the battlefield, how could she possibly retain any dignity after that? Asuka would be robbed of a rival to hone her skills against, and Homura would need to live with the fact that someone she called a friend would lose all respect for her, all because she had to pee really bad.
All that was without considering the cameras, to boot. She did her business without considering the positions of the many cameras, every NewTube viewer would get quite the personal show.
Debating what the least inappropriate course of action could be, Homura didn't even notice the growing sound of stamping feet until it got really close, jumping over her in a slender silhouette, casting a shadow large enough to envelop her. Hastily, Homura held her rocket launcher at the ready, finger twitching on the trigger, though it was going to be a close-range shot, where she would be at a significant disadvantage.
Exiting from directly beneath the shining sun and landing in the sand before her, becoming a human rather than a mere shape, Homura quickly discovered that she had no reason to be scared. Turned out the intruder was her teammate, Mirai, hopping away with the momentum of the landing. Her swimsuit was pretty wet too, so Homura could only surmise that Mirai had just had a bad encounter and was escaping to recuperate. "Hey Mirai, good to have someone to watch my back," she welcomed, jumping to her feet.
Without having looked back yet, Mirai jumped in shock with a little squeal, pivoting with her spray gun drawn. Thankfully, her ninja training gave her the fast reaction time to not blindly fire at her leader. "Oh, it's just you, Homura!"
"Do you know where Hikage and Haruka ended up by now?"
"N-no, I haven't seen them..."
"Shit..." Homura began rapidly tapping her foot in the shallow water, kicking up a splash with each thrust. "We really need to win soon."
"Yeah, we do." Mirai kept her feet firmly in place, but started twisting her hips and wiggling her butt.
"Or else I could..."
"I really might..."
Despite the different paths the two were taking, they verbalized the same thought in unison. "I think I'm going to have an accident really soon!"
Neither one was expecting the other to relate to their struggle. A stunned silence followed as the two stared at each other, eyes wide with shrunken pupils. Slowly, they began making their desperation more and more obvious, moving a hand over their crotches, moving their legs closer together, shifting their weight around, bouncing, everything needed to ensure they let anyone watching now they needed to pee, all without breaking eye contact.
Homura was the first to regain some composure, shaking her head to break out of the funk and reverting back to her neutral position, against her body's wishes. "So, what was your plan? Do you think you can wait until the match is over?"
"N-no, I don't think I can! I...I'm going to wet myself!" Unlike her senior, Mirai went all-in on her potty dance, using her free hand to grab herself tight, shivering and stepping with enough force to splash Homura's ankles. "I was at least hoping I could do it privately over here..."
"Well, privacy is practically a fool's errand at this point, with those damn cameras everywhere."
"I...I forgot about the cameras! Oh man, no matter where I go, everyone's gonna be able to see! Ugh, I just want to curl up and die right now..."
It was hard for Homura to argue with that sentiment, considering she was feeling pretty dour about her chances as well. It just wasn't like her to give up all hope. "There can't possibly be a camera pointed everywhere in the arena..." It was a nice thing to believe, but the problem was, she didn't have an answer. With the emphasis on broadcasting the lewd action to the shinobi of the world, there had to be a camera ready to catch anything that might happen, including a quick toilet break.
Still, Homura believed it couldn't be impossible, she just needed to think and scan. Slowly and carefully, practically meditating in order to tune out the sounds of shooting water all around her. She saw the thin pillars holding up flags, high platforms with inflatable fruits and sea creatures hanging below, water, the stages held up by beams, bridges connecting them, water, a cage surrounding the field like walls, multi-colored bleachers on the dry half of the stadium, water, water, so much freaking water! Why did she have to see so much water?!
Something large fell into the water. "Eep!" That very well could have been Homura's reaction, but in actuality, Mirai was the one who yelped, and Homura had to see. And immediately wished she hadn't. It was a little difficult to see with both Mirai's hands covering her crotch, having dropped her spray gun, but her white one-piece swimsuit did hiding her shame no favors. One didn't need shinobi-trained eyes to clearly notice the yellow splotch around that private area. "Homura, I just l-leaked!"
Homura could relate. Just the visual confirmation that Mirai was at the end of her rope shortened Homura's time considerably. As soon as she registered Mirai's spurt, a surge of warmth all her own spread across her swimsuit, hidden much better by her black bikini, though still just as dire a harbinger. Instinctually, she dropped her weapon and shot both hands between her legs, fingers tensing over her privates as her palm sealed her peehole shut. "Shit, we gotta figure something out fast!"
"I know, but where?! There's nowhere to pee!"
There was no time to really scrutinize every possibility, to hunt for the cameras and calculate their fields of vision, not even to search her memory for what laid on the dry half of the arena. There was only one thing on Homura's mind now, and that was what was in her field of vision at this exact moment. There was a raised platform directly to their side, the gaps between the supporting pipes small enough that no one was expected to traverse beneath, with the platform blocking view from anywhere above, and the corner of the field meaning there was almost guaranteed to be no camera to witness. The platform was raised high enough that any person on ground level would absolutely have the capacity to see, but that was only if they came down and looked this way. It had to be easier to explain girl to girl, at least. "Mirai, through the bars! No one will see us under there!"
Mirai did not need to be told twice. While not very limber at the moment, every muscle tensed, she still lifted a leg high into the air to clear the beam and slide her upper body through. Homura could swear she saw a golden squirt shoot out when Mirai's legs were wide apart, and she didn't blame her one bit. With a little struggle, Mirai was on the other side, still shaking and holding. Needing to bend down further thanks to extra height, Homura slipped a foot through the fence, ready to join her comrade in sweet, succulent relief.
"Um, Homura? I need someone to stand guard for me, blast anyone who gets close enough to see."
"W-wait...Mirai, I really need to pee too, you know!"
"You can hold it just a little longer! I'm only gonna take a minute, I promise!"
"A minute's sounding a bit long right now! Seriously, if anyone finds us, it's just gonna be Haruka, or Hikage, or Asuka, or someone else from Hanzō!"
"And I don't want any of them to see me lose it out here in the open!"
"I think it's a little less embarrassing than me having a full accident!"
"I won't take long, just wait and hoAHHH!" Having an intelligent idea what made Mirai yelp, Homura couldn't find the strength to look down to see for herself. She didn't need to, her ears picked up the slack, picking up the piercing sound of splashing water down at their feet. After the first few seconds, Homura could no longer, in good faith, claim that all of it was coming from Mirai. And Mirai recognized just what this meant for her, and more importantly, how precious few seconds her bladder could hold out.
The choice was obvious. Already under her shelter, Mirai's knees gave out as she fell into the water, feet beneath her butt and legs splayed apart in front of her, shuddering as the cold liquid made contact with her privates. At least it didn't stay cold for long, she felt the sensitive area grow quite warm very quickly with the growing yellow cloud permeating from her genitals in a spreading fog. Soon, the dirty fluid began washing up against the edge of her thighs, pushing down her legs past her knees as it grew beyond her control, harder and faster.
Not that Mirai was in a place to be disgusted with her bodily fluids enveloping her lower half. On the contrary, Mirai was in heaven. Words would have a difficult time fully capturing the pain and suffering she had gone through for over an hour now, doubled by the knowledge that Yomi had been the sole person keeping her from a toilet, and likewise, words would also fall short in illustrating how blissful it felt to just pee after so much torture. True, it wasn't in a toilet, or even a bush she had grown so accustomed to, but it was peeing into a large body of water, so basically a toilet. Nothing was going to stop Mirai's blank ecstasy now, mouth hanging open with drool dripping out as she fell into a haze.
Homura, meanwhile...wasn't quite feeling so chipper, to put it mildly. While Mirai's underwater pee was silent, at least, and Homura was facing away, it did nothing to assuage the elder shinobi's burning need, not with her imagination running in full gear. She knew that Mirai was relieving herself, she knew how that must have felt after holding for so long, and she knew how much she would love to join in on that pleasure. Pressing her thighs together as tightly as she possibly could, she dropped her rocket launcher, almost dropping it on her foot, and pressed her hands into her crotch with all the force she could muster, begging that it would be enough of a wall to last one more minute.
She received feedback on her stance almost immediately, when her swimsuit bottoms suddenly grew a bit hot. "Ah!" Warm fluid snaked down her thighs, all the way down to her ankles in the water, even encroaching on her butt a little, right at the bottom. "Eep!" She gripped even harder, putting herself through incredible pain with so much force on her most sensitive parts, all in the hopes that she could manage, and not pee herself at the finish line. "Mirai, you about finished back there?!"
Mirai really was not in any sort of rush, perfectly content to just enjoy the euphoria for as long as it lasted, until she was yelled at. The tension was even enough to slow her tinkle, though nothing could possibly stop it at this state. "S-sorry, Homura! I'll hurry, promise!"
"You better!"
Panicking and sweating, Mirai rushed herself the only way she knew how: tensing her pelvic muscles to force the rest of her bladder's contents in one powerful gush, a personal waterfall. The gold cloud diffused and expanded at a much more rapid pace, encompassing her entire bottom half in an uneven, murky circle. Peeing this way was hardly comfortable, it was actually a little painful, but still nothing compared to holding it in. She could outlast it, for Homura's sake.
Whether Homura could outlast the tsunami currently wreaking havoc in her bladder, crashing down in a last-ditch effort to void itself, was another matter entirely. The spurts jetting out were picking up in frequency, she was peeing over half the time she was waiting, it was almost a full accident, only held back by the limited quantity exiting each time. Every second or two, she'd feel another surge of warmth on her palms, running down her legs, and hear it splishing in the water below. There was a growing portion of her mind reasoning that it wouldn't be that bad if she wet herself.
Finally, all at once, Mirai's river ran dry. "Hah...hah...ahhhhh..." She had exerted herself very hard over the last hour, from holding it, to fighting while holding it, to pushing everything out all at once, it was hard to catch her breath now. Her legs felt like jelly, she couldn't even stand up under her own power at the moment. Instead, she dunked her hands in the water and swirled it around, dissolving the yellow cloud and erasing the evidence of her misdeed.
It didn't take long for Mirai to regain her strength and stand back up, but it might as well have been an eternity in Homura's mind. Mirai slowly crawled out from the cage, taking special care not to bump her head on the bars. In contrast, as soon as one of Mirai's feet splashed on the water outside the hiding place, Homura's eyes shot open and she darted under the shelter like a rabid animal. Mirai could swear she saw a golden squirt shoot out when Homura's legs were wide apart, and she didn't blame her one bit.
Homura had no concept of modesty now. As she hid from prying camera lenses, only because this spot had been her goal and she had forgotten what was so vital about hiding, she quickly dropped into a squat hovering an inch above the water, and finally got to do what her bladder had been pleading for as long as she cared to remember at this stage: just piss. While the spurts spouting out up until now had been far from little piddles, now that she could let loose, the magnitude was jacked up ridiculously high. She now had a wide spray of urine rushing from her privates like a tidal wave, joining their liquid brethren below with the crash of rapids running into the rocks of the river, drowning out the sounds of battle, seeming so far away.
Homura did not have the tact to keep as quiet about her relief as Mirai had, maybe because she didn't have anyone to torture by listening to her business, or maybe because she was just a naturally louder girl. "Ohh...OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her head tilted upwards and she shouted her delight to the world.
"Homura, quiet down," Mirai warned. "I don't want to get spotted here!"
The Crimson Squad leader couldn't bring herself to care about the possibility of being caught anymore. "Mmmmmph..." The capacity for speech had long since left her, it was all she could do to stay aware of her surroundings' existence, period. She couldn't bother with the cacophony she was raising, or the roar of splashing urine, or how much of the water beneath her butt was rapidly turning gold. No, everything fell second to the pure, unfettered heaven of releasing a bladder past its bursting point.
However, even if she wasn't going to take the initiative on hurrying her body along, she was inadvertently lucky with its duration: thanks to her power pee, the volume shooting out drained her to zero in less than a minute. "Ah...hahah..." Suddenly, Mirai panting after she finished nature's call made perfect sense, with Homura short of breath in much the same way. Really, the only difference between the two was that Homura managed to stay on her feet without collapsing, allowing her to crouch further down and dunk her privates in the water to rinse her bikini out. "Phew, that's a hell of a lot better," she sighed, standing back up and leaving the traces of her relief behind to be eliminated by time.
Once she stepped back out from under the platform, Mirai felt it appropriate to strike up conversation. "Wow, you weren't kidding about being at your limit. I think that's the worst I've ever heard you pee."
"Yeah, I could say the same to you. I mean, I didn't hear yours, but I imagine it was just as bad."
"Mhm, it was. Hey, can I admit something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"When we couldn't get into the bathroom back in the manor? I really considered running to the hot spring outside and peeing in that."
"Wow, wish I thought of that. I would have done it, not gonna lie."
The two of them nodded in silence, without anything else to add, until Mirai looked down into the water, where their weapons lay abandoned. "We should probably get back to the fight."
"Yeah, if Haruka and Hikage didn't win without us." Bending down to retrieve her rocket launcher, Homura readied it in battle position, Mirai following suit with her spray gun. "They better not have stolen Asuka's defeat from me!" Without having much of a clue what awaited them in the arena they had ignored for so long, the Crimson Girls leapt back into the fray, ready to get soaking wet on their own terms.
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It was a hard-fought battle, but even with a member disadvantage, the Crimson Squad had emerged triumphant over Hanzō Academy, laying drenched and disgraced while the evil shinobi stood proud and victorious, though doused in their own right.
Homura faced her teammates with a wide smile on their face. "Excellent work, girls! You were superb out there! If that kind of performance doesn't get us the NewTube views and the jobs, I don't know what would!"
"It's a shame that Yomi had to miss it," Mirai added, dejected.
"I'm just glad that it's over," Hikage declared, her natural blank cadence shining forth. "I've needed to piss this whole match." Without moving an inch, she pulled the crotch of her bikini aside and let a respectable stream of urine flow forth, splattering against the stage floor mere inches from her bare feet. She didn't look relieved, but the quantity didn't lie: she had to go.
While anyone witnessing this would be stunned by Hikage's total lack of subtlety or decency, Homura and Mirai took it especially hard. They had tormented themselves to excruciating levels, all in the name of not making a spectacle of their private needs, and here Hikage was, baring her girlhood for the world to see without a care. The two looked at each other, and while they didn't say anything, their expressions conveyed the same thought running through both their minds: maybe a lack of emotions had its benefits.
Haruka couldn't take her eyes off the show either, with an observation that only further sent Homura and Mirai spiraling into deep depression. "Well, that's going to get us a lot of views, for sure." |
Hi all! Before I start I want to preface this with the fact that I wrote this whole story drunkenly in my notes ap. This is NOT how you format dialogue, kids. Pretty much the opposite. Please don't hold me accountable for spelling, either. I'm doing my best out here.
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I arrived with a full bladder and no expectations.
After all, how could anyone create any sort of game plan for an evening like this?
Jackson and I had met on tinder. I chose him because he seemed open minded enough judging by the "kink friendly" line in his bio, and he was poly, like me. I had planned to wait a little while before telling him exactly what I was into, but by some miracle I never got the chance to bring it up. After about 5 days of flirty texting and sharing.. ahem.. interests.. Jackson confessed to me he had always been keen towards bladder control.
So, naturally, as I pullled into the parking garage of Jackson's apartment complex I was feeling more than a little excited. I'd never felt comfortable discussing my omorashi fixation with a one night stand before, let alone someone looking for a regular fwb situation, so I knew I couldn't let the opportunity slip through my fingers.
I knocked twice on the door before Jack swung it open, catching me off guard. He shouted his hello as he instantaneously pulled me in for a hug. Usually this would be offputting but with him it just felt right. His 6'3 frame dwarfed me, which is rare as I'm quite tall myself, and the firm yet unagressive contact put me at ease.
"Come in!" he said, breaking off from the hug and waving his arm in the general direction of his apartment, "I have Netflix all set up. I hope you like horror movies!" My anxieties were vanquished.
I sat on a surprisingly plush loveseat and watched the latest pg-13 horror flick while Jackson brought me beer after beer. It seemed like every 15 minutes he was bringing me another Schlitz. Halfway through the movie I began to feel a constant strain in my lower andomen that, if I were at home, I'd have definitely relieved by now.
"Could you pause it?" I asked, a mischievous look painted on my face. "And could you point me toward your bathroom?"
Jackson winked at me. It was so quick that I knew I'd have never spotted it if I wasnt looking for it. The game was on.
"Actually," he said, "We're having maintenance come by first thing in the morning. Just before you got here my roommate informed me that the bathrooms out of commission. But if you wanna head home.."
"No!" I offered "I'm fine." Though, as I said it, I crossed my legs tightly. A clear indication that I was anything but "fine"
We continued the movie in silence as I bounced my legs to combat my increasing need. After a short while I not-so-subtly moved a hand between my thighs, partially to put on a show but also because I was approaching a solid 7.5 on the desperation scale.
Jackson obviously noticed because he immediately and without my asking replaced my empty beer bottle.
"Thanks," I said, as he placed the bottle on the coffee table in front of us "but I'd better hold back on the drinks"
The line between acting and reality had been blurred into nonexistence as I vibrated my legs to try to stay in control of the ocean sloshing around inside me. I was equal parts turned on and writhing in agony as I felt myself reach a true 9/10 on the desperation scale
Squirming helplessly I pleaded my nonexistent case.
"Jackson? I'm really sorry, this is so embarrassing, but I actually do have to pee now. Is there a gas station or something nearby?"
My date for the evening smiled. Of course we both knew his toilet was perfectly functional, but a working bathroom wasnt in our plans.
"Sorry, but theres nothing nearby. If you wanna just end the evening here and drive home though I understand. Some people just can't hold their beer."
"No!" I replied, real urgency showing it's way through my voice "I'm fine. No big deal"
But as my mouth spoke the words my body contradicted them. A wave of desperation overcame me and I dug my fingers into my peehole as I shook violently back and forth on my dates couch.
A clearly experienced actor, Jackson played the role of "concerned gentleman" perfectly. "Here," he offered. "I'll grab your coat. Theres a piggly wiggly about 15 minutes up the road the way you came. You should go."
But as I rose from the couch I truly became my character.
"Jackson! I dont know if I can--"
Just then a huge spurt of pee escaped my defences and dampened my panties beneath my skirt. I clamped down for dear life and agonized on the spot, using both hands to hold my skirt between my legs and bending each leg at the knee in genuine desperation.
"I dont think I can make it 15 minutes. I dont even know if I can make it to your door" I cried
Before Jackson could answer another leak escaped and ran down my leg toward my sneakers. His eyes darted toward my accident instantly as I continued the pee-dance of my life.
"You poor thing," he offered "just let go. I can clean up. You're hurting yourself."
"Really?" I asked, but my body didn't permit a response. The dam burst and hot pee started flooding down my legs. In equal parts relief and arousal I fell to my knees and gripped myself hard as I cried out, surprised to find real tears running down my cheeks.
"Oh god, I cant stop" I whined. And then, as expected Jackson replied "its ok, let it out."
At that cue I spread my legs and let my urine hiss out through my panties onto the carpet. I threw my head back and sighed as I peed for at least a minute and a half as a massive puddle formed beneath me. Once my moans of pleasure succeeded I felt myself starting to cry.
"I'm sorry babygirl. Its ok. Accidents happen. It was my mistake for trusting you to control your bladder. I should have known you weren't going to be able to hold it"
Jackson came at me for what I believed was going to be a comforting embrace, but instead he pushed me back into my own still-warm puddle of piss
"Grown up girls need potty training too" he said, as he pulled aside my soaked white thong.
I nodded my consent and sneaked him a half smile, to which he quickly undid his pants and thrust his throbbing cock into me
"You need to learn control, don't you babygirl?" He coaxed me as I could already feel my bladder filling again.
He continued "I liked seeing you make a mess of my carpet. You couldn't hold another ounce if you tried."
With that another hot dribble of pee leaked out of me and onto his dick.
"Poor thing" he said "how embarrassing to wet yourself on a first date."
Instantly I was pushed over the edge as my body convulsed in an orgasm. As I did so I lost control of the rest of my fluid content adding to the puddle on the ground. As my piss ran over the base of Jacksons cock he came too, and we were both left in a wet pile on the ground.
The rest of the night was as lovely as I could have hoped for. We finished the movie and ordered in food, not adressing the events of the evening but silently comforting each other all the same. Before I left I changed into the spare clothes I'd brought with me and as I walked to my car with a bag full of pee-soaked shame I knew I'd be back. |
Not quite omorashi exactly, but I thought I might share anyway. This is a bullying scene from a novel I'm posting over on GayAuthors.org called Storms. It takes place at a birthday party for the main character's romantic interest. Read the tags for content warnings.
Not long after, Patrick sidled up to Michael, bumped his fist and said, ‘Excellent party, bruh!’
‘Cheers!’ said Michael with a grin. ‘You guys were a bit late, weren’t you?’
Patrick shrugged. ‘Ended up pre-drinking at Neal’s, with his brother and his pals. Kind of lost track of time.’
As conversation resumed, I felt Patrick’s eyes on me. He wasn’t stupid enough to say anything in front of Michael, and I knew I had friends here, but I still felt uncomfortable. Finally, I quietly excused myself and went to the toilet.
I took longer than I needed to, spending a few minutes standing before the mirror staring at my reflection. My hair was definitely getting overly long now, but it’s not like I could afford a haircut. The last time I cut it, Mum had taken my stepdad’s beard trimmer and basically shaved it off. That had been more than six months ago, and my curls now flopped all over my head like some kind of semi-fro. It was not a good look for me. My curls were looser than most. I wondered, not for the first time, what my father had looked like. I suspect he may have been white, or part white. I am lighter than my mum, too, not to mention how light my eyes are.
It hadn’t occurred to me when I decided to go to this party that some of my bullies would be here as well. I knew Michael wouldn’t let anything happen to me, of course. I was safe with him. But Patrick and his cronies still scared me, and I worried about what they might try to pull while Michael wasn’t looking.
Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror. Then I opened the door to return to the party.
Outside the door stood Patrick and three of his friends. ‘Hello, Danny,’ he said, smirking at me. ‘You want a drink?’
Before I had time to make a sound, they were forcing me back into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind them.
‘Hold him still,’ Patrick said, and two of his friends grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. ‘Open his mouth.’ The third guy, named Dinesh if I wasn’t much mistaken, forced my head back and my mouth open, pinching my nose.
Patrick stepped up to me, a mostly full half bottle of cheap vodka in his hand. He opened it, put it to my lips, and began to pour.
With my nose blocked and my head held back like that, I had little choice but to swallow, though much of it spilled down my front. When about half of the strong liquid was gone, Patrick relented, and I coughed and spluttered for a little while. I felt like I might be sick.
‘There you go!’ he said pleasantly. ‘All good and drunk.’
Patrick’s friends let me go, and I swayed on my feet. The room was spinning dangerously. I had never had this much alcohol before in my life, much less all at once.
‘Strip him,’ Patrick ordered his friends, and they started to pull at my clothes until I was naked. I tried to protest, tried to fight back, but I seemed to have lost control of my motor functions and could only bat weakly at the arms holding me down and ripping my clothes.
Patrick pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and they pushed me face first over the edge of the tub.
‘How much would you say his arse is worth, Neal?’ he asked one of his friends.
The boy apparently named Neal answered, ‘Not much, mate. A quid per go, maybe?’
‘Yeah, that’ll do.’ Patrick began to scribble on my arse. It tickled, and I squirmed. ‘Here, wanna snap this.’ There was the click click of a phone camera.
Next, I was being moved again, turned around, pushed into the tub. I tried to focus on the people in front of me and eventually managed to find Patrick’s face. He was unzipping his jeans, and now he had his dick out, and I wondered for a moment if he meant for me to suck it, but he wasn’t hard.
Then he took aim, and began to piss. The yellow stream hit me square in the face. I raised my arm to shield myself, and tried to get up, but the slippery tub wouldn’t let me, and I slid back down. Patrick’s friends followed suit. I covered my head and cowered while they each covered me in urine.
‘I feel like I should take a shit on him, too,’ Patrick said when they were all done, tucking his prick away inside his pants. ‘You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Disgusting little faggot. Sadly for you, I’m all out of bowel movements. I could jerk off on you, though. Would you like that? It’d be hard to get it up looking at your fugly mug, but I could probably close my eyes and think of England.’ The others all laughed.
Just then, I heard something outside the door. ‘Dan? Where did you go?’ Someone tried the door handle. ‘Danny, are you in there?’ It was Michael’s voice.
Before the others had time to react, I cried, ‘I’m here! Help! Help me!’
Michael didn’t need to be asked twice, and started banging on the door. ‘Is someone in there with you? Open this door!’ he demanded.
Patrick suddenly looked slightly panicked. He obviously hadn’t planned on getting caught.
‘What’s going on?’ said another voice, this one older, deeper. One of Liz’s uni friends, no doubt.
‘I don’t know, but we have to get inside,’ said Michael. ‘Help me get the door open.’
‘Stand back.’
A series of loud bangs followed, and then the door burst open and a tall, beefy twenty-something whose name I was pretty sure was Jamal burst shoulder first into the room. Michael came after, crowding into the space that had never been designed to fit six people. I focused blearily on his face. His expression moved from shock to pure rage as he took in the scene and realised what was happening.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he growled at Patrick.
‘What do you mean?’ said Patrick, but his voice had gone up half an octave and his eyes kept flitting to Jamal’s muscular frame. ‘We’re just having a little fun, right guys?’ His friends nodded. I said nothing. I was beginning to feel rather sick and wasn’t sure I dared open my mouth.
‘Think Dan sees it that way?’ Michael’s voice was deadly quiet. ‘Get the fuck out of my house!’
‘You don’t need to get so touchy about it, we’re just playing—’ Neal tried, but Michael interrupted him.
‘Playing?’ he roared. ‘You are hurting my friend! Now get the bleeding hell out of here before I call the fucking coppers on you fucking wankers!’
Jamal placed a large hand on Patrick’s shoulder. ‘You heard the man. Let’s go.’
It seemed the threat of a fifteen stone black man was what it took. I had never seen anyone scarper quite so quickly, and Jamal followed them to make sure they left.
The moment they were gone, Michael strode over to the tub and knelt next to me. ‘Dan, are you okay? Did they hurt you?’
I shook my head. ‘I . . . ’M okay, just . . . You shouldn’t touch me. Got pee on me . . .’
He blinked. Then his expression darkened again. ‘They fucking pissed on you?’ he said quietly. ‘I’m gonna murder every last one of those fucking fucks.’
‘Michael,’ I slurred weakly. ‘I’m okay. They . . . They’re gone now.’
Michael nodded. ‘Yeah. None of those bastards is ever setting foot in this house again, I can tell you that.’ His expression softened. ‘Here, let me help you.’ And although I was covered in pee, he put his arms around me and pulled me out of the tub. I stood swaying while he found a towel. He wiped off the worst of it. ‘You can have a shower in my room,’ he said. ‘Put your clothes on, I’ll be right back.’ Then he vanished. |
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