Posted by CASSIE on January 16, 1999 at 14:18
Well, I suppose it had to happen sooner or later. Hannah hasn't wet herself in front of
anyone besides me since a trip to Milwaukee months ago and she's been talking about
doing it again, this time at a party, quite a lot recently. But I've begged her to not do it
where a lot of people we know might see us so she hasn't. Last night, though, we were in
another city with the boy she's been seeing off and on recently (can’t remember what I
said his name was before, but I will call him Brad) and she knew she had her moment.
He’s really a nice guy and it doesn’t bother him (I’m sure it turns him on instead) that we
are bi. In fact there was an incident a couple of weeks ago... well, that wasn’t w/s so I’ll
leave that up to your imagination. :0 :)
She delivers food for a restaurant part-time and she got home about 2:30 in the afternoon
yesterday. Brad had called her twice while she was gone and had asked me the second
time if I thought she and I would want to go to a party in a city just south of here. I had
said “probably” but told him I would have Hannah call him back. She did and they made
plans for us to all drive down there to the apartment of his friends where they were going
to have a big party and where we would be able to spend the night. Brad used to live
there so he was pretty excited about seeing some old friends.
Hannah was putting on blue jeans and, knowing her rather well, I asked her, “you’re not
planning on wetting in those are you?” She smiled, or rather smirked, at me and
shrugged. She knows I don’t like to wet myself in front of others and get pretty
embarrassed just thinking about her doing it. “We WILL be in another city, you know...”
she said. My heart started to race just at the thought. She put on a white halter on and a
black top over that. She was really looking pretty, 5’5, short blond hair and glasses. She
just got her lip pierced, which I like but I guess some don’t. She’s thin, but not rail-thin
gross like. I got dressed in jeans, too, because Hannah insisted and put on a white, cotton
top, hoping the house would be warm (it was, and packed with people, so good choice).
Brad showed up about 7:30, looking pretty good, though he was just wearing jeans and a
T-shirt. We got in his car and headed for the party.
It was a big house and there were a lot of people there already at 9:00 when we got there.
His friends gave us glasses instead of charging us $3 like everyone else and we pushed
our way into the fray. We spent most of the night in the kitchen near the keg talking with
his friends, who were pretty cool. After a couple of hours our voices were getting pretty
hoarse from screaming to be heard over the noise but after 6 or 7 beers, who notices? We
must have been there almost 2 hours before I noticed Hannah shifting side to side and I
knew she had to pee so the next time I looked at her I gave her a questioning look and she
just smiled and scratched the back of our neck... our secret sign that we are going to wet.
I was feeling pretty good by this point so I didn’t feel the bolt of panic but rather mild
interest. We drank for a while more and she continued to squirm, getting worse with the
passing time.
Finally, she crossed her legs and I could barely here her yelling in Brad’s ear, “I gotta
pee! I’ll be right back!” She limped off to the bathroom and I noticed, as I have before
with Brad, that he would watch her intently whenever she announced to him that she
really had to use the bathroom. His eyes were on her lower body until she was out of
view in the living room. I knew that there was a long line for the bathroom and I knew
that she had planned on that, so I followed after her. Besides, I could feel the urge
building, myself.
I don’t know just how desperate she really was, but she certainly made it seem as if she
was in urgent need. The line was about 10 or 12 deep and I walked up to where she was
standing. It was even louder in the hallway where we were because it was near the stereo
speakers, so we didn’t say anything, and before the next person could get in line behind
me, Brad walked up. He gave me that drunken “hey-what’s-up” sort of nod and smiled.
Hannah began to fidget more, probably for his benefit, and his eyes went to here
immediately. “Are ya gonna make it!” he yelled at her, leaning over me to shout. She
grimaced a bit and said, “I’m not sure!” He told her that if it was an emergency, there
was a backyard that was walled off and private but she shook her head. The line moved a
couple of steps and Hannah immediately crossed her legs as it stopped and could see her
whole body was tense. Brad’s eyes were riveted on her and I couldn’t help but make a
quick glance at his own crotch to see if he was turned on, but his pants were too baggy to
tell. Hannah was leaning against the wall, thighs squeezed tight. I suppose she could
have asked those ahead of her to let he in, but even if she had most people at parties
don’t want to give up their spot in line for the toilet. She bit her lip and looked at Brad
and shook her head. She wouldn’t make it and now Brad looked like he was forgetting to
breathe. The glass of beer in his hand was tilted almost enough to spill as if he had
forgotten he was holding it at all. Hannah’s eye’s got all puppy-dog sad and a dark stain
began to spread from between her legs. It ran out along creases of her jeans first and then
down the inside of her thighs. I just about melted. Brad was in a trance as she peed her
pants in the hallway. Another girl in the hallway, not in line, noticed and her eyes got
big. It just kept coming and it began to pour in sheets to her feet as she puddled on the
floor. Tears were welling up in her eyes and even though I know she had planned it I felt
so sorry for her. She was still wetting herself when Brad seemed to break his trance and
he moved forward, pulling her out of line and down the hall. As soon as he did, it caused
people to look and Hannah’s soaking jeans grabbed immediate attention. He ushered her
through the crowd, some making room so as not to touch her wet pants and others who
just watched her. They disappeared through a doorway. I was dying to know where he
had taken her, but unless I was going to do the same thing, I had to stay in line. They
were gone for quite a while and the line continued to move slowly. I made it to the
restroom just fine and when I got out, I saw them coming back up the hallway, Hannah in
dry jeans that were a little too big for her. I was almost a little disappointed because she
had looked so incredible in those wet pants. A few of the guys gave her thumbs-up signs
as she walked past and she just smiled bashfully. If they had only known!
We spent the rest of the party back in the kitchen, where everyone found out what had
happened. Hannah acted all embarrassed, and they had no idea it wasn’t really an
accident. Brad’s friend, who owned the jeans she was now wearing, joked that she had
better be more careful with the new pants.
We crashed with a bunch of others in the living room that night and drove home the next
day. I couldn’t get a private word with Hannah until after Brad had left, but I was finally
able to find out what had happened after she had peed her pants. He had taken her to a
bedroom and she said she was crying while he told her he would find some other pants
for her. She took off her pants and had asked him if the door was locked. When he told
her “yes,” she said she pulled herself against him and put her hand on his zipper.
Apparently she didn’t need to coax him much because they managed to have sex and get
dressed again within about 10 or 15 minutes. I asked her if he had seemed to think it a
little bizarre that she had gone from embarrassed to horny in a flash, but she said she
didn’t think he cared. Apparently the wetting had aroused him as well.
If only he knew her next plan!
Email: cassievale@hotmail.com