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Wet Stories
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One of the most embarassing moments of my life had to do with peeing. I was 18 and in high school and I was a cheerleader. One day, I had to pee really bad in last period. I'd had to pee since lunch at 11.45, but due to a cheerleader's meeting before practise after school, I didn't have a chance, and in the break before last period, I was cramming for a test in last period. I was writing the test with my bladder bursting at about 3.00, my legs crossed tightly, shifting around in my chair. Our teacher was strict, but I began to feel that I was urgent enough that I would need to ask to leave the room - the period went till 3.40 and I wasn't up for another 40 minutes of squirming and bladder pressure. As I raised my hand, the intercom came on and there was an announcement that the water was going to be turned off in 15 minutes and would be off all evening, so teachers should excuse any students who would need to use the restroom or get a drink before going home.
The teacher saw my hand up and asked what I wanted, and I asked if I could use the restroom. A couple of other people, including my good friend Karen, made the same request. Our teacher said "NO! You are writing a test! You will stay where you are!"
I timidly told her that I really, really had to go, and she said it was too bad.
So I held on for the rest of the test by scissoring and crossing my legs and rocking and bouncing in my seat. I didn't care who saw - they'd all heard me say I had to go.
The problem was that Karen and I had cheerleading after school for an hour and a half, so we still had to hold it. Karen said she was desperate too. We had 20 minutes to change in the locker rooms before practise, right by toilets we couldn't even use. Karen and I squirmed and wiggled as we put on our uniforms.
Practise wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. It was active, and all the bending and jumping served as a great pee dance, and the fast pace distracted us somewhat from our need. When I felt the twinge of my pee trying to escape, I did a leap or a kick or a lunge and forced it back. While our coach talked to us at the end, I sat in the splits on the hard gym floor rocking slightly and then switched to sitting on my heel.
I don't know why I just didn't do what I'd done when this had happened in school the last time. I snuck to the restroom and peed in the toilet without flushing, and the water wasn't clear, so I wasn't the only one. I think the peer pressure of having a friend who also had to go made us both feel that it would be too gross with the water off and we should hold it.
Finally, we were done and changing back to street clothes. I was straddling the bench and rocking and Karen was pacing back and forth breathing hard. We had to take the bus home together and we went to our lockers to get our books. As we stood there, Karen said "Oh GOD Diva, I'm desperate!" "So am I," I moaned. I should have peed at 11.45. It was 5.30. My abdomen felt heavy and sore. Suddenly, Karen started holding her crotch and jumping up and down chanting "I have to go pee, I have to go pee." I pushed my fingers into my aching pee hole and jumped from side to side singing "So do I, so do I, I'm gonna piss my pants" while shaking my pompoms. Suddenly, we heard a voice behind us. It was the football coach. He said "Is that a new cheer, ladies?" We immediately stopped and couldn't even look him in the eyes with embarassment, and ran outside to get our bus, giggling with embarassment. Karen said she'd slightly wet her pants with shock when she saw him and I noticed mine were also somewhat wet. We waited for the bus dancing, pacing, rocking on the bus bench. On the bus, we decided to both get off at Karen's apartment as it was closer. We both held ourselves for the whole ride and didn't care who saw us. I was so desperate I felt like crying. We ran from the bus stop to her house holding ourselves. In the elevator, Karen suddenly started to squirm so hard, she looked like she was convulsing. Then I heard a heavy stream of pee hitting the floor of the elevator and Karen turned red. "It's OK," I said. "You're not going to laugh at me?" she said. "no, why?" I said. "it's not your fault, you've been holding it forever." No-one got in the elevator as Karen peed. She still wasn't done and her pee dripped on the carpet as we raced down the hall to the apartment. No-one was home. Seeing Karen pee herself made it harder for me to hold on and I contemplated joining her, but I managed to make it by pushing my fingers over my pee hole as hard as I could, and when I finally had a very relieved long hiss in the toilet, Karen was in the bathroom with me, cleaning up. After, we sat on her bed and told each other desperation and wetting stories, and I promised not to tell anyone about Karen's accident.
The teacher saw my hand up and asked what I wanted, and I asked if I could use the restroom. A couple of other people, including my good friend Karen, made the same request. Our teacher said "NO! You are writing a test! You will stay where you are!"
I timidly told her that I really, really had to go, and she said it was too bad.
So I held on for the rest of the test by scissoring and crossing my legs and rocking and bouncing in my seat. I didn't care who saw - they'd all heard me say I had to go.
The problem was that Karen and I had cheerleading after school for an hour and a half, so we still had to hold it. Karen said she was desperate too. We had 20 minutes to change in the locker rooms before practise, right by toilets we couldn't even use. Karen and I squirmed and wiggled as we put on our uniforms.
Practise wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. It was active, and all the bending and jumping served as a great pee dance, and the fast pace distracted us somewhat from our need. When I felt the twinge of my pee trying to escape, I did a leap or a kick or a lunge and forced it back. While our coach talked to us at the end, I sat in the splits on the hard gym floor rocking slightly and then switched to sitting on my heel.
I don't know why I just didn't do what I'd done when this had happened in school the last time. I snuck to the restroom and peed in the toilet without flushing, and the water wasn't clear, so I wasn't the only one. I think the peer pressure of having a friend who also had to go made us both feel that it would be too gross with the water off and we should hold it.
Finally, we were done and changing back to street clothes. I was straddling the bench and rocking and Karen was pacing back and forth breathing hard. We had to take the bus home together and we went to our lockers to get our books. As we stood there, Karen said "Oh GOD Diva, I'm desperate!" "So am I," I moaned. I should have peed at 11.45. It was 5.30. My abdomen felt heavy and sore. Suddenly, Karen started holding her crotch and jumping up and down chanting "I have to go pee, I have to go pee." I pushed my fingers into my aching pee hole and jumped from side to side singing "So do I, so do I, I'm gonna piss my pants" while shaking my pompoms. Suddenly, we heard a voice behind us. It was the football coach. He said "Is that a new cheer, ladies?" We immediately stopped and couldn't even look him in the eyes with embarassment, and ran outside to get our bus, giggling with embarassment. Karen said she'd slightly wet her pants with shock when she saw him and I noticed mine were also somewhat wet. We waited for the bus dancing, pacing, rocking on the bus bench. On the bus, we decided to both get off at Karen's apartment as it was closer. We both held ourselves for the whole ride and didn't care who saw us. I was so desperate I felt like crying. We ran from the bus stop to her house holding ourselves. In the elevator, Karen suddenly started to squirm so hard, she looked like she was convulsing. Then I heard a heavy stream of pee hitting the floor of the elevator and Karen turned red. "It's OK," I said. "You're not going to laugh at me?" she said. "no, why?" I said. "it's not your fault, you've been holding it forever." No-one got in the elevator as Karen peed. She still wasn't done and her pee dripped on the carpet as we raced down the hall to the apartment. No-one was home. Seeing Karen pee herself made it harder for me to hold on and I contemplated joining her, but I managed to make it by pushing my fingers over my pee hole as hard as I could, and when I finally had a very relieved long hiss in the toilet, Karen was in the bathroom with me, cleaning up. After, we sat on her bed and told each other desperation and wetting stories, and I promised not to tell anyone about Karen's accident.
