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The Soccer Game

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Jordan stood in the sun, shielding her eyes from the relentless afternoon sun and trying to ignore her steadily building need to pee.

The forecast had been for temperatures in the nineties, and as the star defender for her high school soccer team, Jordan had known she would need to stay well-hydrated if she were to avoid suffering from heatstroke in this afternoon's playoff match against her school's bitter rival.

So the beautiful eighteen year old senior had taken matters into her own hands, forcing a few water bottles down over the course of the school day, even though she really hadn't been thirsty. She knew the water would go right through her, but knew also that the school bathrooms were just down the hallway. She would be sure to empty her bladder before changing for the game and getting on the bus to drive to their opponent's school. Then she would pee just before the game started. Once the soccer match started, Jordan knew she would quickly sweat any remaining water out of her system.

It was a good plan.

The problem was, Jordan had never been very successful at managing her liquid intake, and she had been cursed with a tiny bladder, always seeming to be one sneeze or laughing fit away from a desperate sprint to the nearest toilet.

And her plan had gone okay for a while. The last class of the day was American Lit - interesting, but not exactly exciting - and between all the water she had drunk and her nervousness about the upcoming game, Jordan had found that by the end of the class she was squirming in her seat, knees crushed together, willing the clock to move faster.

When the bell finally rang, she had picked up her books and rushed to the bathroom, feeling like the water was about to begin squirting out of her with every step. It wasn't like she was was close to having an accident, not really, but the pee had definitely been ready to come out. She pulled her jeans and panties down, noticing the slickness coating the crotch of her panties that invariably accompanied a bout of desperation.

For whatever reason, needing to go and not being able to get to a toilet had always excited Jordan sexually. She knew it was strange and had never told a single living soul, but had achieved her first orgasm as a young teen by masturbating after a particularly desperate shopping trip with her mom, and had long since accepted the odd kink as part of her personality.

But she always enjoyed that kind of release in the privacy of her bedroom. Getting turned on because you had to pee at school was not something Jordan would have chosen.

She ignored the tingling downstairs and the fleeting desire to finger herself once she had finished peeing, concentrating instead on changing into her soccer uniform and meeting her teammates for the forty minute ride to their opponent's soccer field.

By the time they arrived, Jordan was once again approaching her limit. She had started out the ride joking with her friends and teammates, but as the water had progressed steadily through her system, Jordan had become quieter and quieter until eventually she had moved away from everyone to concentrate on holding in her pee.

She crossed her legs, swinging her foot back and forth, while rocking slightly as well. When the school grounds finally came into view, Jordan let out a shaky sigh of relief. The girls clattered off the bus and straight to the school bathrooms, where their coach, a former player just a few years older than the girls on the team, insisted everyone empty their bladders, even the girls who claimed not to need to go.

"The soccer field is a mile away, and this will be your only chance to go until after the game," she said. "So make sure you take advantage of the chance now."

Jordan didn't have to be told twice. She hurried into a stall, ripped her shorts and panties down - they were slick in the crotch again, although not from pee, no surprise there - and sighed as the golden liquid burst from her. She pissed with the force of a fire hose and then forced out every last drop. The announcement from Coach Kate that there would be no way to pee until after the game concerned Jordan. A lot. She KNEW she would have to go again sometime over the next there hours, and had no idea how she was going to manage it.

The walk to the field where the game would be played confirmed her worst fears. It seemed as though the water had begun filling her already-tired bladder the minute she left the girls room, and by the time warmups were over and the game had finally begun, she could feel the familiar pressure building in her abdomen. It wasn't a serious situation yet, but if history was any indication, she knew it soon would be.

Now, with at least ten minutes left to play in just the FIRST HALF, Jordan was having more than a little trouble concentrating on the flow of play, thanks to the flow still filling her bladder.

Luckily for her, the ball had been in the offensive zone most of the first half, and she had done little to this point in the game but stand just inside midfield and watch the ball. Her teammates had not scored yet, but they controlled the tempo of the game. Jordan shivered as a spasm shot through her. She automatically closed her legs in an attempt to give a little help to her tiring pelvic muscles, hoping her increasing need wasn't as obvious to the several hundred fans who had turned out as it was to her.

Just at that moment, the ball rocketed toward midfield with a member of the opposing team in hot pursuit. Jordan forgot about her pee problem as her instincts kicked in, and she raced to the ball, arriving just ahead of the other girl, who was compact and athletically built and surprisingly fast.

Jordan reached for the ball with her left foot and directed a sharp pass to a teammate. The movement cause her legs to spread widely apart for just a moment, and as the ball once again made its way downfield, she felt a quick spurt of pee jet into her panties. She pretended to stumble, and as she dropped to the ground, she crossed her legs tightly and clamped off the flow.

She rose immediately, trying to check the crotch of her soccer shorts for wetness without being too obvious about it. There didn't seem to be any evidence of her tiny accident, but Jordan knew the worst was yet to come.

Indeed, just the short burst of energy required to recover the ball seemed to have increased her need to pee exponentially. She stamped her feet and ran in place, jiggling her legs desperately and hoping it would appear to anyone watching that she was trying to stay loose.

The clock continued to count down to halftime.

Jordan was worried.



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Great story. combing two of my fav things desperate, wetting girls, and soccer. can't wait for next part. no need to rush tho, take your time and make it amazing. :)

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I can't believe i missed this... it's great !

Where's Chapter 2 ????

You can't leave poor Jordan (and us) hanging like this !

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It's been 5 years but... It's such a shame this was never finished

Edited by Ariose Toast

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On 9/29/2018 at 12:50 PM, Ariose Toast said:

It's been 5 years but... It's such a shame this was never finished

just imagine hope solo. i'm sure there's a youtube clip of her as she got up you can clearly see liquid dropping through her shorts. 😁

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On 9/29/2018 at 7:50 PM, Ariose Toast said:

It's been 5 years but... It's such a shame this was never finished

Darn - didn't notice that when I started reading. This is why all these multi-part postings annoy me. Just wait until you have something done. I appreciate all this free content but I wonder if some people do it on purpose to draw out the praise

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