Posted by quietpr on October 21, 2000 at 13:23
In Reply to: The Genesis Series posted by quietpr on October 20, 2000 at 15:06
Although I haven't recieved a whole heckofa lot of comments, everything I've read thus far is fairly positive, so I'll go ahead and post parts 4 through 6.
For those of you who may not know, my e-mail addy is quietpr@hotmail.com, or m_souders@yahoo.com
PART IV - Truth or Dare
The beat went on in the Cartwright home over the next couple of weeks. Billy Cartwright did his business in town, and came home buzzing of stories from his day at work. Sunny ran errands, took walks in the town parks, and prepared the evening meals. And Mark and Jamie went about with a healthy glow signifying their comfort with each other. They were becoming inseparable. Both were now observing each other casually, and learning the other's routine.
By the end of the second week, it had become a real dance. Mark knew when Jamie went to the bathroom, and when she did, he would secretly follow behind her. She would close the door, and he would press his ear up to it, and listen as she went about her business. He would hear the lid being raised, her sitting down, the first little trickles, the waterfall, the dying flow, and the toilet flushing. At that point he would make like he was just walking by, and when she came out he had a different excuse for his being there prepared each time. When Jamie left the area, Mark would walk into the bathroom, close the door, and think about Jamie peeing while he gratified himself furiously. He liked the fact that when he sat down, the toilet was still warm from her being there. He had also noticed that he never heard the sounds of toilet paper being used, and wondered why.
Meanwhile Jamie was becoming suspicious of Mark. She had noticed that every time she went to the bathroom, when she was finished, Mark would be in the hall. And no matter how hard he tried; he never acted natural enough to evade her suspicions. She wondered if he was listening in on her. That thought had been making her trips to the bathroom very exciting. She didn't know why, but the thought that Mark knew when she peed, and heard how it sounded made her clit tingle. She had no idea what it meant, but she liked it, and when she was done, she went to her bedroom and fingered herself until she came. She never used toilet paper because she liked being a little wet down their, and preferred it if her leftover pee dampened her panties a little. This only added to her excitement when she masturbated. Jamie decided to find out for sure whether Mark was listening to her peeing. She got an idea on how to ambush him into the answer.
"Mark…let's play a little game of Truth or Dare," she said on a Friday morning. Her mother was gone to do the grocery shopping, so they had the house to themselves.
"Doesn't that work better in larger groups?" Asked Mark innocently.
"Yeah, but it can still be fun with two people. Come on! Are you afraid of what you might say? Let's play!" Jamie batted her long eyelashes and smiled warmly at Mark. He couldn't do anything but accept her request. The first few rounds back and forth were easy enough. Things like most embarrassing moments, first kisses, and letter grades were discussed. Only once did anyone take a dare. Mark had to kiss Jamie's cat Synthia on the mouth. The Jamie decided it was time to bring on the real purpose of this game. "Truth or Dare Mark?"
"Truth…I don't want to kiss that cat again!"
"Alright…and remember, you have to tell the truth no matter what. Otherwise, I might have to ignore you for awhile."
"Sure. Shoot!"
Jamie smiled coyly at Mark, and breathed deeply. "OK - Are you listening to me pee, and if so, why?" Mark was floored. His brain was sending panicked messages to his lips to say something, NOW! But they weren't responding. "Don't worry, I won't hate you. Just tell the truth." Jamie said reassuringly.
All Mark could muster was, "Y…Y…Yes, and I don't know why, I just…like it. Please don't hate me, or think I'm weird."
Both their hearts were now pounding loudly in their heads. Jamie suddenly elected to end the stalemate. "Mark…I'm going to do something for you…I mean…if you want me to…I mean…I haven't gone all morning…to prepare…if you want you can…watch me go." Mark nearly fainted. He thought he should pinch himself just in case. A part of Mark realized distantly that Jamie was awaiting an answer, and starting to fidget a little bit where she sat.
He jolted back to reality. "I'd love to!" Mark broke into a broad smile as he said this, and Jamie reciprocated. They both laughed a little bit, nervously.
"I have to go pretty badly, so come on." Jamie propelled Mark forward with one arm, and Mark followed hastily. She closed the door and faced Mark. She didn't know why, but she was charged with almost electrical energy. She hugged him tightly, and then walked over to the toilet, followed by Mark who stood about two feet away from her, and watched her intently. First she struggled with her zipper a little before it came unfastened. Then she un buttoned the top button of her blue jeans. She slid them off revealing her pink cotton panties. Mark could see that the crotch was slightly discolored so it looked orange. He could also see that between her thighs an area of dampness could be noted. Jamie saw where Mark was looking, and said, "When I get this charged I ooze a weird fluid sometimes, from down there." She idly touched the damp spot with one hand, and smiled a little.
"You know…I've never seen a girl's…anatomy down there before."
"Well I hope you like mine." With that, Jamie slid off her panties, and revealed herself to Mark for the first time. Her glistening bush only added to the throbbing erection Mark was gaining. Jamie didn't fail to notice to growing bulge in Mark's shorts, and this urged her forward. She sat down on the toilet, and spread her legs apart some distance to give Mark a good view. "Why don't you come closer so you can see better?" Mark sat between her legs on the floor in front of the bowl and placed his hands on her knees. Jamie spread her pubic hear, and cunt lips aside and tried to relax her bladder muscles.
"Nothing's happening." Mark commented after waiting a couple of minutes.
"I can't start." Said Jamie, and Mark looked her in the eyes while he rubbed her knees and thighs gently to help her relax. After another minute or so, she relaxed a little more, and flow slowly started. Mark's eyes were glued to the pee as it arced out from her pussy, and splattered into the water below. He could even feel a very light mist of fluid hitting her legs, and his hands, as the stream peeked in intensity. He alternated starting at her pee, and looking her in the eyes, and watching her face increasingly showing signs of relief and joy. As her flow subsided Mark found he couldn't move. He was frozen there, not wanting this to end.
"Wow!" Was all he could utter when it was over.
"Truth or Dare, Mark?"
"Truth."
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes…very much so. Truth or Dare, Jamie?"
"Truth."
"Did you enjoy this?"
"Oh yes. We should do this more often. Truth or Dare, Mark?"
"Truth."
"What did you do after you were done listening to me pee?"
"Well…um…I…came in here…sat on the toilet…and…imagined you in here…peeing…and…"
"Say no more, I get the picture."
"Truth or Dare, Jamie?"
"Truth."
"What did you do?"
"The same as you, only in bed."
"I have just one more question."
"You have to say 'Truth or Dare' or I don't have to tell you."
"But it's not my turn."
"I'll make an exception."
"Truth or Dare, Jamie."
"Truth."
"You never use toilet paper do you?"
"No. I like to just leave my pee there. That's why my panties look a little tinged here." Said Jamie as she picked up her panties and showed Mark the area he'd noticed before. They both went to their separate places of worship, and satisfied their burning desires like there was no tomorrow. When the family and guest sat down to dinner, Jamie's parents noticed the two good friends smiling at each other across the table and touching feet. They knew the two were falling in love.
PART V - More Unveiled
After dinner, as the Cartwright adults were preparing for bed, Mark and Jamie talked in the bedroom, idly. Mark was already in his sweatpants, and boxers, but Jamie was still clad in her jeans, pink undies, white t-shirt, and bra. While she was talking, Jamie produced her favorite nightgown, complete with fait yellow stain at thigh and waist length on both sides, from her bedclothes, and took a pair of adult underwear out of her bottom drawer. Mark stood up to leave, saying, "I'll just give you a couple of minutes. Tell me when."
"Mark, you don't have to go if you don't want to. You've already seen most of me."
"It's OK. I don't mind leaving."
"I don't you staying either. Mark sat back down on his bed and tried to look at the floor. "Mark, if I didn't want you to see, I would have let you leave just now." Mark blushed lightly, and returned his gaze to her face.
"Where do people like you come from, Jamie."
Jamie stopped fiddling with her gown and looked right into Mark. "What do you mean?" She asked in a low voice.
"Must girls aren't quite this open with guys…"
Jamie interrupted him, "Neither am I. You're different. I don't know exactly why, but I trust you more. I don't think you would hurt me. Am I wrong?"
"No, but still…" Mark stopped talking as a white T-Shirt landed at his feet. Now her white lacy bra was revealed. His breath was gone. She slowly unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans and threw across the room into the hamper. She wasn't quite ready for Mark to see those up close yet. She kicked off her underwear in a similar direction, and then unclipped her bra, and let it fall to her feet. "I've never…thank you, Jamie."
"Get a good look, Mark. I want you to see me." Mark was flabbergasted. He inhaled deeply as Jamie moved around a little to show off how her breasts dangled and swung in a pendulous way from side to side. He was in another world. Jamie slowly put her nightgown over her shoulders and her arms into the sleeves. She buttoned up first the bottom, then the top, and slowly working toward the middle, finally closing the window of view, which finally snapped Mark back to consciousness. Then she slid up her special underpants, and the task was complete. She sat down on her bed and smiled up at the ceiling. She felt totally liberated.
"Jamie, I want to give you the same gifts you've given me if you'll have them. If you'd like, you can come in and watch me pee."
"Don't feel like you have to return my favors. I get as much from showing myself to you as you do, believe me."
"In the same light, I would get as much from you watching me pee, as you might get from it. I want to do it, if you do."
"Are you sure?" Jamie didn't have any time for other words, as Mark grabbed her by her right hand and guided her to the bathroom. Both were breathing raggedly now in pure fire. Mark pulled off his sweatpants, leaving him in boxers.
"Usually I would just whip it out, but I want you to see all I have, just like I saw all of you…that is if you want to see all of me." Jamie smirked and pulled his boxers down for him. "I guess I have my answer." Both laughed a little bit too loud, and reacted by covering their mouths and struggling for control. When both were calmer, Mark gripped his rock hard penis and took aim. Then…nothing. "I'm sorry, I can't start when I'm like this."
"I've never seen a guy before. This isn't normal?"
"No! If I walked around like this all time I'd be in agony." Both smiled again, and fought the urge to laugh.
"Why don't I run some water? That always makes me need to go more." Jamie turned the faucet just enough to produce a trickling sound, just like someone peeing. This did the trick after a minute or so, and his yellow river slowly started down the fall. Jamie quickly turned off the water, and came to his right side, where she sat, and looked up at it, as the torrents fell. She watched the pee arc from the tip of Mark's dick, to the water below, in a stream that was smoother, and tighter than her own. She was enthralled. As his business neared completion, and the flow reduced to dribbles, Mark shook his penis, pulled up his boxers, and covered his center. He saw that Jamie was still looking at him, and his dick again sprung to life, which was greeted by a gasp, and quiet applause from Jamie.
The two teens trooped back to the shared bedroom, and reclined in bed, to excited to sleep. "I can't sleep Mark. My whole body is humming. Usually when I'm this charge, I…"
"Me too. So why aren't we doing that?"
"I don't know, I guess I was just a little nervous about that."
"Well, we could turn the lights out. Then it would be just like you're alone."
"No. You're right to wonder why we can't do what we do together. I mean…we know we're both doing it. And I trust you, and you trust me. If we're going to do it, let's do it with the lights on. I for one am curious about what the other sex does."
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Sit down on the floor over there, and I'll come sit in front of you." The two sat facing each other on the floor for a minute, until Jamie broke the silence. "OK, I hope you aren't disappointed. Mine isn't much of a show." Mark pulled down his sweatpants enough to get at his erection, and withdraw it. Jamie slid her diaper down and placed it next to her on the floor. She also unbuttoned her nighty and shrugged it off. Mark lubricated his right hand with his spit. Jamie's parts were already well lubricated. Both started together, looking into each other's eyes. The pace was slow at first. Mark ran his hand up and down his shaft, while Jamie alternated fingering her clit, and rubbing her cunt lips. Both of them were looking at the joy spots of the other, and the faces of pleasure forming. Both were now sweating profusely. The tempo increased. Mark could feel his shot being loaded deep in his balls. They both got into rhythm and rocked their hips, thus their whole bodies swayed. Mark saw Jamie tighten up and form an "o" of ecstasy on her lips, as she came. She quickly balanced herself on her free hand, and continued her fingering, and rubbing. Mark warned her to watch, and then exploded, sending spurts of cum across the floor, landing just short of Jamie. Some of it came back and fell into Mark's lap. This sight sent Jamie into another powerful orgasm. She collapsed backwards, as her arm buckled beneath her. Mark fell back on the floor. Both laid there, slowly cooling down.
Jamie was the first to sit up. She helped Mark to a sitting position, and surprised him by cleaning up his spunk in the room and on his lap with her nighty. She put it back on and sniffed the sleeve she'd used. A look of obvious satisfaction crossed her lips. They cleaned themselves of sweat, and for Jamie, internal juices, and returned to their room. Mark sat on his cot but then had a change of heart. Somehow, sleeping on the floor right next to Jamie's bed seemed more comfortable to him. He took his bedding and moved. "Jamie, can I trade one of my pillows for one of yours?" Jamie agreed, and then thought about which pillow she should give him. A devilish thought crossed her mind. She handed him the pillow she used between her legs. He handed her the pillow he used for under his head. When he rested his head, he caught a new aroma. He breathed in the perfume, and realized it was dried piss. He lifted his head, and Jamie pretended not to notice. "You little devil you!" Mark quipped. Jamie couldn't help but laugh silently. Mark saw her convulse with laughter, and laughed to himself as well. They both slept better than they had in ages.
PART VI - Honesty
Mark ached inside. He want so much to really open up to Jamie, and tell her of his other watersports interests. He hoped she shared his interests. He had his suspicions. He had noticed that Jamie was very careful not to let him touch her pants above about the knee. He had also noticed that Jamie always smelled faintly of pee, and that her underwear (on the rare occasions she was clumsy enough for him to et a glance) was always tinted yellow. But he wasn't sure enough to break out of his prison of fear. He liked his relationship with Jamie, and didn't wish to see it ruined by his odd fetish. So life proceeded on normally. The two shared toilet time together regularly, and talked a lot, but things were normal in the Cartwright house.
Jamie burned to tell Mark more about herself. She didn't know how to approach him about her pants wetting experiences. She was frozen in fear that this would push even her best friend's limits. She just enjoyed being around Mark, and started throwing him hints, such as allowing him to catch a glimpse of her underwear on a regular basis (it was always just briefly enough to keep him wondering, as it was always when she was changing), and walking past him when he was sitting down, so his nose would be closer to the smell of her urine. Keeping quiet ate at her though, and during the fifth week she began to show signs of depression. Mark didn't miss these signs, and noticed she was growing distant on occasion. He decided to approach her about it the next time they would have the house to themselves for long enough for a conversation to take place.
He got his chance that very Friday, as the Cartwrights went dancing, and to a late dinner. The two finished dinner, and then just lazily gazed up at the ceiling of Jamie's room sitting on her bed. Jamie seemed to be more uncomfortable than usual, as if she sensed something might happen this night. "What's bothering you, Jamie?" Mark asked tentatively.
"Huh…oh…nothing. I'm just a little moody this week. It's a girl thing."
"You seem a little lost this week. What's really on your mind?"
"Look, if my moods are getting you down, I'll try to cheer up, and I'm sorry if I'm dragging you down with me…"
Mark interrupted her, "Hey, if you're sad, or angry, or just somehow not happy, than that's the way it is. I don't want you to ignore those feelings, I want you to explain them to me, so maybe I can help."
"Well…" A long pause ensued. "It's…nothing, really."
"Come on, Jamie, I thought you trusted me. You should know by now that whatever it is, I'm not going to think any less of you for it." Mark waited expectantly for the response.
"You can't know that," came the labored reply.
"I don't have to know what it is. All I have to do is care about you. If something's upsetting you, and I might help, you should just tell me. After all you've told me already, have I changed my outlook on you?"
"No…" Mark put his left arm around Jamie's shoulders to calm her down, and felt her take a deep breath. "There's something I haven't told you about me. I guess you've noticed I haven't let you touch me above the knee?" She guided Mark's free right hand to her crotch, and let him feel the material of her jeans. He was surprised at how wet it really was, despite not appearing wet from a distance. "Since I was about 13, I've always known how good I feel when I have a wet crotch. Jeans work the best, so I always wear them. I pee in them 15 or 20 times a day, little dribbles…just enough to make them stay continuously damp like this."
Mark was, by this time, completely lost in the moment. He was enjoying the feeling of her wetness on his hand, and it took him some time to remember how to talk. "Uh…Jamie, I think I have something to tell you as well." The two spent the next hour talking about their experiments with peeing in clothes, from early childhood on. Mark talked about his early accidents, his second grade "accident," his current practices, and his first wet dream. Jamie talked about how she came around to liking to wet the bed, and how this led into her pants peeing habits. She described how she learned how to control her bladder, including some embarrassing accidents that accompanied her attempts. And she shared some of her dreams. The conversation turned to how much to two both liked seeing other people who had to pee, and how they always secretly hoped those people wouldn't make it. Then they talked about each other, and how much they had in common.
As the two sat intertwined, Mark with his right hand in Jamie's lap, Jamie, who had migrated her right hand to Mark's left knee, the conversation dwindled, and eventually the only sound in the room was their breathing. Jamie broke the stillness with a sudden decision. She relaxed her bladder muscles and completely let go, falling into Mark's left side. Mark's first reaction of surprise quickly melted into excitement as his hand became hot and very wet. The pee began flooding the bed, and cascading over the side onto the floor below. Mark guided Jamie's right hand to his now bulging pants, and he too let go. After a moment, his pee started flowing. Jamie giggled loudly as her hand got soaked. The two finished draining themselves, and then rolled onto their sides, and pressed themselves against each other.
Both were now breathing heavy as Jamie spoke, "Can I…be your hands this time?"
Mark didn't move, but he answered, "You can if you want. If you're going to though, you have to be very gentle. You could seriously injure me if you aren't careful." As Jamie reached around from behind Mark and undid his top button, Mark added, "And you can only do it, if I can too."
Jamie laughed a little louder than before, and agreed. She unzipped his fly, and reached trough the sopping material of his briefs to produce his swollen pole. She gently gripped it and asked, "Is this gentle enough?"
"Yes, that's just fine," Mark said as he relaxed and let Jamie work. After seeing how he did it, she quickly caught on, and was working his shaft almost like a pro. After not too long she felt him grow even stiffer, and then she felt it spring back several times. She wiped her hand on Mark's dry, exposed hip, and then turned on her back. Mark positioned himself at her feet, and admired her soaking wet jeans for a moment. Then he reach out and undid her jeans and pulled them off of her. He pulled her underwear down and off, and then moved up between her legs and closer to her. He ran his hand through her damp pubic hair, and reached up with his left hand to cradle her left breast. She sighed lightly, and wriggled around excitedly. Mark switched breasts, and just loved how they felt. Jamie protested through a little whimper, and Mark responded by returning his attention to her mound. He rubbed her labia, and pubic hair and finally after Jamie again grew restless, inserted his finger and felt around until he hit a spot that made Jamie draw in a big gasp. He rubbed that area and Jamie moaned and arched her back, so he stayed there, and after a while felt Jamie begin to tense up. She whispered, "I'm going to…" and then was racked with wave after wave of pleasure until she finally collapsed back to Earth.
After a long silence, Mark said, "I'm amazed we were able to do that so well. Neither of us has any experience."
"Well, I guess we do now." Quipped Jamie, and both laughed at that. "We'd better clean up, here. My mom and dad are going to be home in less than an hour!" The two hurriedly took showers, changed into their nightclothes, took the bedding off, and threw it in Jamie's laundry hamper, and toweled off the plastic protector, and rug. Then they put on the spare bedding, and lay down next to each other.
"We shouldn't do the real thing yet," Mark said quietly.
"No. I think the best time for that would be our senior prom. We'll make that night really special, and have our own brand of fun, and then cap it off with the real thing." Jamie replied. She sounded as though she had the whole night planned out already. Mark couldn't wait. It was still a little less than three years away, but he knew the two of them would still be together, and he felt it worth the wait. The two of them fell quiet, and eventually, without meaning to, they fell asleep. When Jamie's parents got home, and checked on them, they were greeted with a new sleeping arrangement.
"I guess they're more serious than I thought." Sunny whispered to Bill in the doorway. Both chuckled, and went to bed.
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