Weasel 1,097 Posted April 25, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2018 Hey, folks. Sorry for the long delay -- but I think you'll understand, when you see the size of this thing! In fact, it's over 10,000 words and still not done. This is just part one, and I'll post a few more bits shortly. The last two parts have yet to be written. I don't usually do this, posting a story that's not yet fully written out, but I couldn't keep you waiting any longer (ironic, I suppose, for a desperation fic writer). Part of my problem was being busy at work; part of my problem is that this story is definitely an autumn story (crunchy fallen leaves and so on) and it's spring-going-on-summer in my part of the world, so I've been having a hard time getting into the mood! I'll post the usual links, then let you get to reading. (Volume 2 links only; if you want Volume 1, PM me) Sexting Cabin in the Woods City Lights ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fall arrived with a hint of winter in the back of the wind. Leaves blew across the paths and crunched underfoot. Pumpkins were suddenly everywhere. (So were Christmas displays, but people of good taste chose to ignore these until after Thanksgiving.) Parker’s breath fogged in the morning as he crunched to class; then it fogged all day long. Meagan started wearing jeans and a sweatshirt everywhere, and Parker loved this. Then she added a woolly hat, and this made her cuter still. Parker was particularly looking forward to Thanksgiving break. A whole week off. The year before he’d gone home for Thanksgiving, but it had cost his dad a lot of hours on the road picking him up and driving him back, and besides, the much-longer Christmas break was just a few weeks away. So it felt like too little time visiting for such a long travel time. Besides, Meagan was staying on-campus too. She was quite happy about this. “It’s gonna be so much fun,” she said. “We’ll do our own Thanksgiving, just you and me, and we’ll have the campus to ourselves… we’ll have my room to ourselves…” The only dark spot on the horizon was the fight Meagan had with her mother about not coming back. “She wants me home,” Meagan said. “And, honestly, I see why… the whole family comes together. It’s a big deal. But I told her I’ve got too much work to do, because I would much rather spend the week here with you than back in a town that drives me crazy.” She sighed. “But I think mom knows I’m not really telling her everything… she got pretty pissed when I said I wasn’t coming back until Christmas.” She sighed. “Christmas is gonna suck. Which makes me want to go home even less.” “Anything I can do?” Parker asked. “Nah. Nothing more than you’re already doing. And what you’re going to be doing. Hey, speaking of, what do you want to do that week? Remember, we’ll have the room to ourselves…” “Oh, I remember,” Parker said with feeling. “I definitely remember.” “Wanna do anything special?” “I did have an idea or two.” “So did I. You first.” “I was hoping we could do some desperation—” “Oh, totally. I figured.” “—But I wanted to go a little farther this time.” “Farther?” He took a deep breath. “If you’re okay with it, I was hoping we could play around the whole week. A bit like we did at the cabin. I was thinking… I was wondering if I could decide where and when you got to pee all week.” Meagan grinned. “Maybe not all week,” she said, coyly. “But definitely we can do that for some of it.” “Why not all week?” “A, I need to get some work done, and B, remember that it’s tiring? I don’t think I could do it all week.” “Okay—how about this? You have to ask me permission to pee, but I promise I’ll say yes if we’re working or when you need to take a day off. And you’ll get some power over me. Say, you decide whether or not I get to come?” She laughed, low and sultry. “Oh, lover, you do know how to sell me something… ’Kay, we can do this—if I get an override.” “Of course. Consent first. But that means I get an override on coming.” “Mmm, I just figured if you came I wouldn’t punish you any.” “Balance, hon.” “Fair enough. But I’m gonna need to pee more often than we have sex. So… let’s say I get one override per day and you get one override for the week.” “You’ve got a deal.” “I can’t wait…” “Oh, but you will. And so will I.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Friday before Spring Break was a traditional time for parties. The Friday before Thanksgiving Break generally just meant a lot of people going home. Dacy wasn’t one; she left Saturday morning. Therefore, Meagan had decreed, the break didn’t start until they had the room to themselves. Dacy took a little longer to get out the door than expected, so Parker made all three of them breakfast. Once Dacy was gone, however, Meagan and Parker didn’t immediately jump into bed together. Well, they did, but fully clothed, and just to watch TV episodes that Parker had ripped from DVD. Nothing even remotely sexy happened until Meagan got up to go to the bathroom. “Where are you headed?” “Bathroom.” “Have you asked permission?” She grinned. “Sorry, forgot. May I go to the bathroom, please?” “You may,” he said graciously. Maybe this little exchange got them thinking. After the episode finished, Meagan rolled over onto her belly, bare feet kicked up behind her, chin rested on her hands, and said, “I think I’m done with TV for today.” “So what do you want to do now?” Parker asked. She wriggled a little. The effect was a little spoiled by the fact that she was wearing sweatpants. But only a little. It turned out she wasn’t wearing anything under those sweats. Or under her t-shirt. Some time later, Parker was behind her, thrusting deep, holding on to her hips. Meagan was keeping her weight up with one arm, using her free hand to wield her vibrator. “Oh, by the way,” she said over her shoulder, between her panting breath, “you have my permission to come.” “Thank you. Forgot that…” “Thought you might have. But I want you to. Come in me…” Afterward, Meagan stood up with a satisfied smile, stretching. “’Kay, I should pee. May I?” “Of course. Safety first. I’ll do the same.” Meagan pulled on her light robe and slipped out into the hall. Parker pulled his sweats on and went down to the boy’s bathroom. Meagan was waiting in the doorway when he came back, holding her robe closed with one hand. “It’s a good thing we’re alone,” she said. “It’s incredibly obvious what we were just up to.” “Nobody’s business even if we weren’t,” Parker said. “Yeah, but think of the advantages,” she replied, and let her robe fall open. “I take your point…” But in fact they weren’t totally alone. Gerard, their jovial RA, had drawn the short straw to watch the dorm over the break. He was down at the far end of the opposite hallway, however, all the way across the lobby. Since he was the only other person in the building, they actually saw him a little more than usual, and wound up eating together in the dorm kitchen several times. But he gave them plenty of room, and they definitely had the whole hallway to themselves Sunday was a work day, theoretically. Meagan didn’t want to spend too many days goofing off until she’d gotten a few projects done. But it was a lazy-Sunday kind of day, and while some work occurred, it was occasionally interrupted by making out. Meagan had gotten into the routine of asking for Parker’s permission to pee, but since she’d expressed a desire to get work done, he hadn’t refused her yet. Monday morning they woke each other up with more make-outs, and when Meagan asked if she could go pee, Parker considered it for a second and said, “Hmm… another ten minutes of making out.” She shook her head. “I actually need to take a dump too, so I’m using my override.” “Fair enough.” But with his power challenged, he decided he was going to be a little more controlling today. Over breakfast, however, Meagan said, “I don’t feel like I got enough work done yesterday. I want to finish up my essay before we do anything else.” “Want my help?” “Just help me on stay track. No distractions.” “I can do that.” So some hours when she asked, “Bathroom?” he said, “Let me see how much you’ve written.—No, not yet. Two more paragraphs, then you can go.” Her eyes twinkled. “I see what you’re up to, boy.” “Just helping you stay on track!” With this “motivation,” Meagan did indeed finish her essay that day. To celebrate, and because she said she was feeling like a slug, they went to the gym. Most campus buildings were still open for various professors coming and going or—in the case of the athletic center—community members coming in to use the facilities. So the weight room was open but empty. Without any fear of being overheard, Parker was more open and direct. “Need to go?” he asked Meagan as she did her squats. “You know it,” she said, not quite smiling because she was lifting a fairly heavy load. “Well, you can’t, not yet. Keep going!” “I hadn’t even asked yet, goofball.” “Yeah, but I could see it in you.” “I can go a lot longer than this. Even doing squats.” “Oh yeah? Just for that, you’re going to have to.” By her last set, Meagan was noticeably locked down tight. After finishing, she stood breathing hard and drinking water with her legs casually crossed. “Now do I get to go?” she asked, between sips. “Nope.” Meagan cast a slightly-imploring glance at the women’s room as they walked past it, and then drew in a sharp breath as they stepped outside into the cool fall evening. Parker saw her clench her fists, her butt—every muscle—for a moment, before moving on calmly as if nothing were wrong. Back in their empty dorm, Meagan said, “I’m gonna shower, ’kay?” “No problem. You just don’t get to pee yet.” “Really?” she said, one hand on her cocked hip as if she were angry—but her eyes still twinkled. “I am definitely ready to piss, hon, the shower is gonna be hard.” “So you’re saying you can’t do it? Gonna use an override?” “Oh, you went there, huh? Doubting me?” “You just said it’d be hard.” “Yeah, but that was just me whining. This is you doubting my ability. No way. I’ll totally do it. And to prove it to you, you’re showering with me.” “Oooooh.” Rather than having her scout the way and then sneaking him into the girls’ bathroom, as she’d done back in the spring, they simply walked in—with only Gerard in the whole building, it wasn’t like they needed to be secretive. Meagan cast an imploring glance at the bank of empty stalls—and then turned the other way, to the showers. She groaned a bit as her workout shorts hit the floor, and she groaned again as the water started to run. “Mmmkay, this may be the hardest thing you’ve asked me to do yet,” Meagan said. She took a deep breath, set her jaw, and dived under the water. “Want some help washing up?” Parker asked. “Sure,” she said. He squatted down and began to wash her feet and legs. He went slow, however, and she was done with the upper part of her body much faster. She looked down at him, her hair dark with water, the shower still pouring warmth onto her shoulder, and said, “Taking your time?” “Why? You need to be somewhere?” “I need to pee somewhere.” He soaped up butt and hips, then slid his hands over her bladder. She tensed—no, she was already tense, she spasmed. “God, I can barely hold it when you do that,” she said. “I’m barely even pushing.” “Doesn’t matter…” “Would you like to let go?” “Uh, yeah.” “Go ahead. Pee right here.” For a couple seconds nothing happened. “Crap, I’m too locked down,” she muttered. “Need some help?” “If you push on me right now, boy, I will end you…” “Okay. Just relax. Lean on me. Spread your legs. Feel the water running over you.” A few moments later she gave a little shiver, then a sigh, and the tension drained out of her. Her flow mingled with the water running down her legs and off her body. The scent of her piss wafted up to them on the steam. “There you go,” he whispered in her ear. “Whew,” she said after she was drained. “That was really hard. Harder than I thought.” “You managed, though! You’re so amazing!” “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said with a chuckle. She turned around to face him and took his erection in her hand. “You’re nice and hard.” “Mmhm.” “That turned you on a lot, huh?” “Yeah, but not half as much as what I’ve got planned for us tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow?” she said, eyebrows going up. “Yep.” “I’m gonna warn you, after this my bladder muscles might be a little tired.” “That shouldn’t be a big problem. I wanna try something different.” She thought it over. “’Kay, we can do more tomorrow. But there’s a price tag attached.” “You’re gonna make me wait to come, aren’t you.” “It’s like you know me,” she said, and kissed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll see if I can get Pt. 2 posted (in this thread) later tonight. littlebird, WaityKaty, amugeR and 6 others 9 Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted April 25, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2018 In before Melificentfan? Wow, I'm a little quicker about this than I thought. Here's Part 2. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tuesday morning, Parker woke up well before Meagan and spent a while planning out what he wanted to do. He was still thinking hard when he realized she had woken up too, and was watching him with an amused expression. “What?” he asked. “Enjoying yourself?” “Huh?” She lightly tapped his hard-on. “Clearly you were thinking deep, philosophical thoughts.” “I was planning,” he said, mock-aggrieved. “Mmmhmm. I was wondering what you wanted to do differently.” “So we agreed that I got to control when and where you peed. Well, I’ve been mostly controlling the when. Now I want to play around with where. But I’m not sure how you’ll feel…” “Try me.” “Semi-public.” “How semi?” “Places you could be seen but aren’t likely to be.” “That’s a lot of campus, since it’s so empty.” “Well, that should help, yeah.” She put on an expression of exaggerated thought. “Hmmmmmm, I don’t know how I—’kay, sure!” she said, her face changing to enthusiastic as she did. “What, just like that?” “Like I said, it’s pretty dead around campus this week. This is really the best time to try. So, where’s your first place? Or are you gonna make me wait until after breakfast?” “So here’s what I was thinking…” A few minutes later they stood at the door of one of the dorm’s basement exits, which went out into (naturally) a stairway up to ground level. Meagan was wearing her thin robe—and nothing else. She had her arms crossed over her chest and was fidgeting a little, but from pee or cold Parker couldn’t tell. “Okay, maybe this is the hardest thing you’ve ever asked me to do,” Meagan said. “Nervous?” “Chilly. Already. And we’re not even outside yet. It’s November on the other side of that door, y’know.” “Well, it’s not gonna warm up much if we wait.” “Yes it will.” “When?” “May.” “If you wanna try holding it that long…” She curled one leg around her other. “No, I’m totally gonna do it. I’m just waiting to make my bladder motivate me a bit more. Won’t be long. Morning piss, remember?” “Want some water?” “Nope.” “I think I might have some,” Parker said. “It’s so delicious and trickling and flowing…” “Ain’t gonna work on me, lover.” “Well, maybe if I—” “Open the door, hon, I’m goin’.” “Wait, are you really…?” “Just about!” Parker pushed open the sturdy fire-exit door and stepped out into the stairwell, which came up to chest height on him. Meagan followed him out, teeth already starting to chatter. Conveniently there was a floor drain at the bottom of the steps, where they stood, to avoid flooding the stairwell on rainy days. Meagan saw it and positioned herself over it without instruction. She didn’t squat, however, just spread her legs apart. She flicked a glance around at the dorm windows in various directions. “Anyone could be watching,” she muttered. “At 7am during vacation?” “Fair enough,” she said. She paused. “Are you going?” “Not yet. I haven’t peed in this position before. Gimme a sec…” She bent her knees slightly. “Ahhh, there we go.” Her yellow stream spurted out and down in the usual mad rush. But it didn’t hit the drain square-on. Quite a lot of it spattered on the concrete… and some of it went on her legs and feet. She shot him a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “I’m gonna need another shower,” she said as her stream tapered to a trickle, then to a drip. “Totally fine by me,” he said. “You don’t get to wash me, either,” she said. “You took too long last time.” “I’ll make breakfast, then, shall I?” “Good boy.” My_Next_Mistak, WaityKaty, cjm3rcl1n3 and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted April 25, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2018 And Part 3! (But that'll be the last for tonight. The rest tomorrow, I hope?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Over their plates of toast and eggs, Parker asked, “Are you okay with this? You didn’t seem so thrilled.” “Good eye, but it was mostly the cold. That and bad positioning. I don’t wanna get my clothes wet when we go out. Or my legs. But mostly the cold.” “Well, yeah, let’s definitely bundle up.” “At least it looks like it’s gonna be a nice day. No snow yet.” “And a couple of places I had in mind are indoors.” “How many times do you want me to piss?” “Well, I thought of a lot of places, honestly…” Meagan grinned, hoisted her water bottle as if toasting him, and chugged the rest of it. It was only about one-third full—but it was big, a classic first-generation Nalgene. “God, you’re awesome,” Parker said. After finishing breakfast, cleaning up, making the bed, and getting dressed, Meagan said, “So I’m starting to feel it already. Do you want me to hold it until I gotta go bad, or do you just wanna make me run around and piss a lot?” “Well, both—but you don’t need to be super-desperate, no. We’ve done that a lot.” “So you wanna head out now?” “Sure. Bring your water bottle.” “Bring yours. I’m gonna want more than just one bottle if I’m going to pee all over campus—oh, and we should bring snacks!” They set out well-equipped for the weather: Parker with his heavy coat on and a wool cap, Meagan in layers with a jacket over a hoodie, scarf wrapped around her neck and draping with her hair across her well-clad shoulders. They both wore jeans, though Meagan had fortified hers with long, thick, and many-colored socks underneath. Their breath fogged, their boots crunched through the fallen leaves across their path, and they held hands—through their gloves. “’Kay, so where did you want me to go first?” Meagan asked. “Tyler Hall,” Parker said promptly. “You know, I’ve never been in there?” “I haven’t either, that’s why I want to check it out. Remember to keep drinking!” “I am,” Meagan said, hoisting her bottle. She’d already made a considerable dent in it, and she’d filled it up just fifteen minutes ago. Tyler Hall was small and little-used. Some of the musicians used it for practice rooms, but otherwise it was mostly empty classrooms—it had been replaced by newer and better buildings. While it was unlocked, it was obvious that nobody had bothered to turn up the heat. It was warmer than outside… but not by much. They explored a little bit, going up to the second floor and poking around. The rooms were dark, lit only by the sunlight from outside, and had a highly abandoned look. The old chairs and desks looked forlorn and dusty. “Any particular ideas?” Meagan said. “I could piss just about anywhere in here. In a trash can, off a desk… nobody’d be bothered. Nobody would find it for days.” “Yeah, but I don’t actually want to leave a big mess that someone has to clean up eventually,” Parker said. “That’s pretty respectful of you. I approve. So what were you thinking instead?” “Men’s room.” “Heh. I like the way you think.” The second-floor men’s room was small and dimly lit, just a stall, a urinal, and a sink. “Where do you want me?” “I was thinking urinal.” “Hmmm… I don’t know if I can do that without splattering! And if we’re going to be out and about all day, I don’t want to get piss on my jeans at our first stop. “Take ‘em off, maybe?” “I could… but I just put them on. Could I go in the sink?” “I’d really like to see you piss in the urinal,” Parker said, “and when else are we going to get a chance like this?” “Any time this week, probably,” Meagan said, “but mmkay, I can do it. Let me lean on you so I can keep my balance.” It was a bit of a production, getting her jeans and socks and underwear off without ever touching a bare foot to the floor: she had to get one leg out, then slide it back into her boot, then do the other leg. Eventually Parker was doing his best coatrack impression as he held on to a big portion of her clothes, and she was finally in just her sweatshirt and her boots. It was a strange sight, and strangely alluring, watching her bare-assed in the dim room. “I gotta say, I am a little excited to try this out,” Meagan said. “Besides, I do need to go…” “How bad?” “Oh, I could wait a long time. But I gotta go, and that’s what matters to you, right?” she said. She kissed him on the cheek and stroked his crotch with her hand. He stiffened up quickly. “So I know how you do this… but how am I supposed to?” Meagan said, looking at the urinal. “I mean, I could get my crotch right up against it, I guess. Or maybe I should back up to it?” “I don’t mind either way,” Parker said. “I think I’ll back up to it. I wanna watch your reaction.” She did what she’d described, essentially shoving her bare butt right into the bowl of the urinal. “Wait until I say it’s okay,” Parker said. “Really?” Meagan asked, but with a grin. He waited five seconds, savoring the image, and then said, “Okay, go ahead.” After a moment of nothing happening, Meagan got a look of concentration for a moment, and then they both heard the spattering of her pee hitting the porcelain. As usual she pissed fast and to the point. She pulled herself out of the urinal, straightened up, and then said, “Can you grab me some toilet paper from the stall? Oh, and get extra, too, I’ll need it later.” “How was that?” Parker asked as he passed her the paper and pocketed some more. “Kinda fun!” she said. “A little awkward, but I gotta say, there’s a bit of a thrill.” She grabbed her water bottle, resting on the sink beside her, and took two big swigs. “Peeing where you’re not supposed to… yeah, definitely fun. How was it for you?” “About the same. It’s fun being a little dangerous…” “Of course,” Meagan said—taking another big swallow, still naked from hips to boots—“This is barely dangerous at all. Second-story bathroom in the building no one ever goes to, even when it’s not Thanksgiving Break? We can do better.” “Oh, now that’s getting me excited,” Parker asked, admiring her fourth big gulp of water. Meagan got dressed, again leaning on his shoulder as she maneuvered around putting her feet on the cold floor, chugged the rest of her water bottle, and then filled it up at the sink. “’Kay, let’s go!” she said eagerly. “I’m gonna probably have to pee in… oh, about ten minutes, after all that water. Where to next?” Bismiris, luckymel, My_Next_Mistak and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
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LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted April 25, 2018 Share Posted April 25, 2018 (edited) I love seeing seeing cute girls using urinals Megan is amazing Especially one's that have to be creative because they don't have a lady dick like me Edited April 25, 2018 by YourFNF (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted April 30, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 30, 2018 I am Bad At Promises, at least when it comes to updates. I should stop making predictions, especially since I don't get over here to omo.org very often. All right, enough excuses: here's Part 4. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` “’Kay, let’s go!” she said eagerly. “I’m gonna probably have to pee in… oh, about ten minutes, after all that water. Where to next?” Actually it took about twenty minutes for her to feel the need again, which was good, because they had to decide on the next good spot. “I was thinking of the back steps in Cole Hall,” Parker said. “Good idea, but it’ll be a lot nicer for the janitors if we do that later,” Meagan said. “With the amount I’m drinking, I should be pissing straight water in a bit, and then it’ll be just as if someone spilled their bottle. Let’s do something outside next.” “Football field, 50-yard line.” “Hmm, can I propose a place that’s a little less exposed, and also a little closer?” “Sure.” “Baseball field dugout.” “That works.” The baseball field was fairly far out, but it wasn’t a hugely long walk. So they sat in the dugout and waited for a few minutes while they waited for Meagan to need to go again. This didn’t take too long—and since she was sipping water pretty steadily while they waited, it wouldn’t take long for the next round, either. The “dugout” was actually a three-walled wooden shed, the open side facing the ball field, with a long wooden bench and a concrete floor. A chain-link fence stood between the dugout and the field, with gates at either end. Meagan stood up and stretched. “’Kay, definitely need to go now. May I?” “You can wait a few minutes,” Parker said calmly. “No prob!” she said, all sunny. She paced the dugout a bit, then stood with her legs crossed for a moment. “Do you really need to go that bad already?” Parker asked. “Wellll—not quite. I could definitely hold it a while yet. But don’t you like it when I cross my legs?” “I like it when you need to cross your legs.” “That’ll come real soon. Can I go?” “Hmm, I’m thinking about where I want you… Okay, just sit on the edge of the bench and go right on the floor.” Meagan needed no second bidding. She had her pants and panties down to her knees in a flash and perched herself on the bench as ordered. Her stream had just begun to spatter on the concrete when Parker sharply said, “Wait, someone’s coming!” She pinched off her stream and yanked her pants back up… most of the way. She didn’t have time to get them totally up over her hips before a couple of women—they looked like locals, not part of the college—walked by with a couple of dogs. Meagan just quickly leaned forward, letting her open jacket dangle on either side and her sweatshirt hang loose over her crotch. It wouldn’t have fooled anyone looking closely, because her waistband was still clearly well below her waist and her jeans were obviously rumpled up around her thighs. But the two women walked through the gate and on out across the baseball field with barely a glance. Only one of the dogs paid much mind, and it shortly trotted along after its pack. “Shit,” Meagan whispered as the two passersby walked straight on across the outfield. “Once I stop, I really gotta go after that, but if they turn around…” “Go for it,” Parker said. “Time to be a little more dangerous, huh? Besides, they’re not looking around.” “I’ll wait another minute…” “Go ahead and do it now,” Parker said, lightly but firmly. She grinned. “Oh, I see. Yessir!” She snapped a salute and slid her jeans back to her knees. A second later her pinched-off piss came roaring right out. “Heh, that was fun,” Meagan said as she finished and wiped off with the toilet paper Parker passed to her. “But I’m really glad I didn’t go with any of my other ideas…” “Oh?” “First idea was to piss on home plate. Second idea was to get you a little more warmed up.” She mimed jacking him off. “Yeah, that could have been seriously awkward.” “’Kay! Back to Cole Hall?” “Yup.” Cole Hall was the home of the Humanities departments on campus—foreign languages, English and Creative Writing, and a few of the other arts programs, plus some administrative offices on the first floor. The biggest auditorium on campus commanded the middle of the building, with seating accessible from all three floors. Two big staircases flanked the auditorium and went upstairs. But because of the auditorium’s ins and outs, such as side doors to the stage and emergency exits from the balcony, there was a second pair of stairs, much less used and usually overlooked. Parker only knew about them because his old friend and AV mentor, CJ, had mentioned them. The back steps had doors to the outside, to do their emergency-exit job, and Parker was headed for one of these; they were around the side and out of the way, all the better for getting in and out unnoticed. As they passed the library on their way to Cole Hall, Meagan leaned close and said, “Don’t look now, but I already have to pee again.” “Chugging your whole water bottle worked pretty well, huh?” “It all went straight through me. Gotta go bad, lover.” Parker grinned with delight at her phrasing and led the way around one wing to the back-stairs door. But when they got there, it was locked. “C’mon, I don’t think the whole building’s closed—we can get in through the front door and go through the auditorium,” Parker said. Then he noticed Meagan was standing cross-legged. “Didn’t I say I liked it when you needed to cross your legs?” he said. “Uh-huh. And now I do,” she said. “I was serious, lover. That whole water bottle’s coming right on through—I don’t have a lot of time.” “You? Master of the Bladder?” She chuckled. “My reputation comes back to bite me. Yeah, even still—I really need to pee.” “Like, wet-your-pants bad?” “If you keep me standing around outside in the cold for another five minutes, yeah, maybe!” “Let’s go, then!” The front doors to Cole Hall were indeed not locked. There were lights on in the registrar’s office, but nowhere else. The auditorium doors weren’t locked either, but the lights were off. As soon as the doors closed behind them, therefore, they’d be in near-total darkness. But Parker saw that all they had to do was walk along the back wall, turn at the corner, and walk down to where the side door to the back steps was located, down near the front of the room. If they kept their hand on the wall, they couldn’t miss it, not with its EXIT sign… and the door had a crash bar, so they’d be able to get out for sure. Parker also noticed that Meagan was visibly bouncing up and down behind him as he examined the room. The doors shut, the darkness closed in. Parker set out along the back wall, keeping his hand on it as he went. A few steps along, Meagan said, “Y’know, I could piss right here. Right in the seats.” “It’d ruin the carpet, love.” “I know. But it would mean I could pee right now! Nobody could see.” “Including me—and I don’t wanna miss this.” “Oh, all right,” Meagan said with mock exasperation. “It was just a suggestion…” It had seemed so easy, looking at it in the light, but now that it was too dark to see, it felt like it was taking forever. Parker knew, reasonably, that they couldn’t have simply missed the side wall. It was a wall, it wasn’t going anywhere. But he thought he’d be there already, feeling along with one hand on the back wall and one hand out in front so as not to bump his nose (or his brewing erection) on anything. Behind him, Meagan began a little chant: “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!” Finally the wall he was feeling for turned up, and they turned and walked down the rows of seats to where the side door was waiting. But this at least didn’t feel like it was taking forever, nor was there any chance of missing it in the dark, because the green-glowing EXIT sign was there to guide them. The crash bar yielded to Parker’s push, and they stood on the back steps: very old, varnished wood, worn smooth by many feet over many years. It was lighter here, although still pretty dim, because there were windows at intervals. Meagan immediately undid her belt. “Can I pee right here?” she said. “Let’s go up to the next landing where the light’s a little better,” Parker said. She dashed past him up the stairs to where a window lit the landing, and turned, squirming, to face him as he followed her up more slowly. “Now can I pee?” Grinning at her desperation, feeling the blood of his arousal pounding through his veins, Parker made a show of surveying the scene. “Okay,” he said, “go up a few more steps, and then you can go. I wanna see how far your piss will get. Think you can hit the landing from five steps up?” “Oh totally, if I aim right,” Meagan said, wriggling. “But I can’t do that with my pants around my ankles, I’m worried about soaking them.” “Take ‘em off again.” “No time,” she said a little breathlessly. “Wait, I know. But I’ll need help.” She went up five more steps as ordered, then tore her pants down to her ankles, and sat down on the step. Then she grabbed the hand rail, leaned back, and picked both her feet up—bunched-up pants, panties, shoes, and all. “Hold my feet,” she said, and Parker obliged, lifting her feet up higher. As soon as he had her clothes and boots safely out of the way, Meagan immediately began peeing. It jetted out of her straight and arced down to… yes, the landing. After the first burst the stream slackened a bit and fell on the steps instead, then dribbled to a halt. But the puddles on each step dripped down to join the ones below them and added to the splash at the landing below. “Did I get it?” Meagan asked, her view blocked. “You sure did. I’m impressed.” “Don’t mess with this bladder when it’s raring to go.” “Um… actually, I mess with it all the time.” “Okay, fine. Don’t get in the way of this bladder when it’s raring to go.” “That I can see—and, yeah. Good advice!” As Meagan got her clothes straight, Parker bent over one of the puddles and waved his hand toward his nose. “Doesn’t smell at all,” he said. “Anyone comes along, they’d think it was a spill or a leak in the roof.” “It must be 99.9% water by now.” “Probably.” “’Kay! That was definitely fun, going for distance like that—but I’ve had enough to drink I can probably do more.” “Oh, you will, ‘cause you’re gonna drink lots more on top of all that,” Parker said, handing her his own water bottle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 5 is written and will come... soon? Part 6 is not written yet and will come who knows when. But I'm not giving up, don't worry. There's just lots to do. amugeR, Flush, Bismiris and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 30, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 30, 2018 That was a excellent chapter Quote Link to comment
Flush 282 Posted April 30, 2018 Share Posted April 30, 2018 This adventure is building up nicely; Meagan hasn't even used an "emergency" override yet - is Parker going to push boundaries, or is he going to be a true gentleman? Maybe both? Enjoying this so far, Weasel. I know writing 10.000 words in is a lot of work, I think I only achieved it once or twice in one story... but it's also some kind of personal achievement, I think. Quality over quantity of course, but combing both is even better. (The whole "Gentleman" series is probably hitting 50.000 words by now - just a guess, I didn't count) Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted May 1, 2018 Author Share Posted May 1, 2018 I'm pretty sure "Season 1" was around 38,000 all by itself, so yes, well over 50k by now. And here comes some more: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They stepped out of the emergency exit to the back corner where they’d tried to get in at first (the door was not locked from the inside, as good emergency exits never are). “Where to next?” Meagan asked. “I was thinking back-campus. Have you pee in a tree somewhere.” “Oh, we’ve done that before,” Meagan said. “Boring. But I know just the place: the Pipe in the Sky.” “Where now?” “You haven’t seen the pipe? Oh, we are definitely going, then.” They trooped across campus again—crossing the baseball field, but not pausing at the dugout—going down the one gentle hill and then up a slightly steeper one and coming at last to the edge of the woods. (Meagan was once again sipping water every minute or so, but no big gulps this time.) Here she took the lead, confidently setting out on one path into the woods, turning with certainty at various crossroads. It was a long way out, further out into the woods than Parker had ever been. He was grateful it was a clear day, and that many of the leaves were down to let in more light. But clearly the rain had left its mark; the path was muddy in many places. “Maybe I should just squat down and add to the puddle,” Meagan said as they navigated through a particularly mucky patch on the trail. “Please don’t, for multiple reasons.” Suddenly a small valley opened up at their feet, maybe fifty yards wide. Across the valley stretched a big metal pipe, about two and a half feet in diameter, supported on concrete piers. At its middle it was roughly forty feet off the ground. “Behold the Pipe in the Sky!” Meagan intoned. “Um,” Parker said. “Are we going to cross that?” “Better,” Meagan said. “I’m going to piss off it.” Parker’s eyebrows announced their reluctance. “Oh, come on, it’s pretty safe,” Meagan said. “It’s not as hard to keep your balance as you might think. Although I’ve never actually tried to drop my pants while I was standing on it…” “I really don’t think this is a good idea. And for the record, ‘Oh, come on, it’s pretty safe’ is not really reassuring. I think… yeah, I think you’re not peeing here.” “Pleeeeease? I’ve always wanted to do this!” “Wait, really?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to do this for the last twenty minutes!” “I just see so many ways this could go wrong.” Meagan let go of his hand and lightly strode out onto the pipe. Parker gulped and felt his heart rate spike. But Meagan walked calmly forward, not even stretching her hands out for balance. About ten yards out, hands still in her pockets, she turned around and grinned at him. “See?” she said. “Come on out.” He shook his head. “Think about it. This pipe is more than two feet wide. If you walk on the exact top of it, you barely even notice that it’s curved. Just act like you’re walking on the yellow stripe down the middle of the road.” “That is not a thing I have ever done.” “No? Well, I guess you haven’t spent as much time as I have in small towns… Here, take my hand.” She came back to where pipe met valley’s edge and reached out for him. His stomach and his heart seemed to be swing-dancing, but Parker took her hand and followed her out. Somewhat to his surprise, she was absolutely right: the pipe itself under his feet felt broad and stable. And her strong grip on his wrist was steadying. So that just meant that the only scary part was the way they were now twenty feet up over a rocky gully. “Still haven’t figured out how to drop my pants,” Meagan said. “You really want to do this.” “Don’t you?” “It’d be way easier for me, though.” “Aha! So you do want to.” “I just don’t want to see you lose your balance and go right over and then I’d have to go back for help and explain why you’re lying at the bottom of the valley with your pants around your ankles.” “Okay, I can see why that would be an awkward conversation to have.” “And I really really really don’t want to you to die or wind up broken because of my thing about pee.” His voice was raw with worry. “I love you, Meagan…” She caressed his cheek. “You are so sweet. Mmkay. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” She grinned. “But in that case, pick a tree for me to pee in, ‘cause this girl’s gotta go.” Parker thought for a moment. “Well, hang on. Do you think you could squat, if I were holding your hand?” “I wasn’t gonna squat, I was gonna bend over, and yes, I wouldn’t want to do that without holding your hand.” “Let’s try it without the peeing, see if we can even do that.” “’Kay!” It was not hard, especially if Parker planted both feet on one of the concrete piers, which were flat-topped. “Oh, yeah, easy,” Meagan said, and she started to undo her belt. “Hang on, I’m still nervous about this part,” Parker said. “But we can do it, I just want you to take your pants off back on solid ground.” “You really want my pants off a lot today,” Meagan said with a grin, but followed him back off the pipe, found a handy tree to lean on, and started changing. Once again clad in nothing between her sweatshirt and her boots, she stepped back out onto the pipe. Parker followed close behind. “So if you thought that explaining me down on the ground with my pants at my ankles would be hard…” she murmured. He chuckled. “How far out do you want me to go?” “Here’s fine.” “You sure you don’t want me to go a little farther?” “Well…” “Whatever you decide, love, do it fast, ‘cause I am freezing my ass off. Also my knees. And that makes me need to go a lot worse. Which is a challenge, ‘cause I can’t really cross my legs on this pipe…” “Just go here, then.” Meagan bent over and crouched slightly. This provided just enough of an angle that she didn’t need to worry about her boots. As usual she peed fast in a big explosive burst—fast enough that her first drops had only barely hit the ground far below when the last ones trickled out. She carefully straightened up, holding tight to his hand, grinning from ear to ear, and glanced over her shoulder at the gully below. Her wet spot was too far down to be visible, but she didn’t seem to mind. “That was fun,” she said. “Now it’s your turn. But I wanna try something.” “Oh?” Without another word she stepped (carefully) closer, unzipped his fly, and maneuvered his (somewhat hard) penis through his boxers. She cradled it in her hand, then said, “’Kay, love. Whenever you’re ready.” It took him a minute, between the cold and her hand and his hard-on. But Meagan waited patiently, holding him loosely, until a small spurt escaped. That opened the spigot. Meagan giggled with delight as she waved his cock around, making arcs and patterns in his piss as it fell toward the gully floor. He pissed a little more than she had—since he hadn’t gone since back at the dorm, while she had pissed four times—and longer, and rather more yellow. He squeezed out a few last drops. Meagan shook him off, then produced toilet paper from her pocket and wiped off both of them. Not having a trash can, she shrugged and tossed the wads down. “That’s littering!” “It’s biodegradable, it won’t last long,” she said. “Still—” “Are you volunteering to go down and pick it up?” “Um.” “Good. ‘Cause I got other things we could do.” She was still holding him by the cock, and she stroked him several times as she spoke. “Do you wanna fuck me right here on the pipe, before I put my pants back on? If I got down on all fours I’d have an even more stable grip.” “Uh.” “Imagine it!” she said. “Just imagine. And remember our piss falling all the way down…” “Yeah,” he said, responding to her caressing and her imagining. “Yeah. I could do that…” “Too bad,” she said, dropping his dick. “You’ll just have to wait. That’s too risky for me, and I’m too damn cold right now. But you know what you don’t have to wait for? Lunch!” As soon as she’d gotten her jeans and panties back on, they took out the snacks they’d brought with them, sat down on the pipe, and ate with their legs swinging. They ate their snacks and drank water, Meagan knocking back far more than Parker, and talked. Their conversation wandered to many other things, including their plans for Thanksgiving, just two days away. “You don’t mind it being just us?” Parker asked. “No, I really don’t,” Meagan said. “My family has pissed me off too fuckin’ much this week already, no need for more. You’re the only one I want around right now.” He put his arm around her shoulder, drew her close, kissed her head. “Thank you,” he said. “Totally welcome.” A moment later she spoke again: “But if you want turkey you’re gonna need to find another cook.” “Well, I was thinking I could make soup.” “Oh yeah? What kind?” “Split pea. That works well with this weather. And I could make cookies.” “Oh, honey,” Meagan said, “sold.” After finishing up their snack lunch (and cleaning up after themselves more carefully, since Parker was still feeling a little irked about the toilet paper), Meagan said, “So guess what.” “Gotta go again?” “Mmmhmm! Turns out drinking a full water bottle three times over makes me need to pee. Where to now?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Next up: the thrilling conclusion -- of Tuesday. (Tuesday during Meagan & Parker's Thanksgiving Break, that is.) Yeah, that's right, we're not even halfway through the week. Bismiris and LittlePunkGirl 2 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 1, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 1, 2018 Wow that was excellent I cant wait to read the conclusion Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted May 2, 2018 Author Share Posted May 2, 2018 The conclusion (of Tuesday)! (On a Tuesday, too, at least where I live.) This is literally the last part I've written, and we've got a few more days to go in Meagan & Parker's epic week. So I can't promise anything more soon, unless I get on a real tear after work tomorrow and write lots. This one's more about the two of them and their relationship than about the fun parts, but there are still some fun bits too. So: sex alert! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Parker thought about it a bit. “Okay, I’ve got an idea.” “And?” “I think I’ll keep this one as a surprise,” Parker said. “But I’ll need you to lead me back toward front-campus. Let’s aim for the observatory.” As they made their way over the trails back out of the woods, Meagan asked, “Isn’t the observatory where you took that Lara chick?” “Mmmhmm.” “Oh, I get it. You wanna re-enact that?” “Not exactly.” “So you wanna reclaim that.” “Huh?” “That experience was pretty intense, yeah? But also kinda painful, afterward? That’s what you told me.” “I don’t remember saying that as such.” “Psych major, remember? Plus a decade of practice in reading men, which is not that hard? You may not have said much, but you told me plenty.” “‘Not that hard,’ huh? I find that offensively truthful!” “Darn straight. Anyway. Since it was an intense and highly erotic experience you want it to happen again. Since it was a painful experience, you want it to happen again with someone who won’t push you away afterward—namely me.” “Interesting analysis, doc.” “Not a doctor yet. That’s another four years of grad school.” “What’s the term for undergrads, then?” “Other than ‘undergrad’?” “…Yeah.” “‘Major.’ As in ‘Major Meagan.’ Forget it and I’ll make you do push-ups till you rock the earth, Corporal Maggot.” “Aye aye, cap—I mean, aye aye, major sir!” “Nice save.” “Anyway. Interesting analysis. But it just so happens you’re wrong.” “And you’re not just changing plans because I figured it out.” “…I might not be.” She laughed. “Well, whatever your plan may be, lover, I hope it’s quick, because I’m really needing to pee over here.” “You haven’t been able to hold it as well today, huh?” “Uh, I didn’t say that! You haven’t asked me to hold it so far. I’ve just been guzzling water hand over fist so I can pump it back out again as piss a few minutes later. My bladder must be so confused.” “So if I said I wanted you to pee against that tree over there, you’d be happy?” Meagan shrugged. “I’d definitely feel relieved. I guess happy, if that’s what you really want. Seems like we could do better for our grand finale.” “I agree.” “Like re-creating your encounter with Lara, maybe?” “Maybe, maybe not. What if I asked you to piss your pants?” “Um, I’d probably call veto on that until we got back to the dorm. A, I don’t want to walk through campus in wet pants, even if it’s break, and B, it’s getting pretty darn cold and that would be super uncomfortable.” “But you’d do it in the dorm?” “Sure, if you wanted me to.” “Huh.” “Are you interested in that?” “Kind of? I guess what I really wanted to know was how far my power went…” “Your ‘power’ goes as far as we negotiated, and so I’m totally fine with anything inside those limits. Having me piss my pants counts—but my veto is in there, too. So who’s got the power, huh? Huh?” “All you, love. All you.” They emerged from the woods not far from the observatory. As they walked over to it, Meagan said, “So what did you actually do with Lara that time?” His adventures with Meagan had overridden the memory to a great extent—being far more satisfying—but Parker found he could call up most of the details quite well, once he looked back on it, and found he was enjoying the recollection. Meagan noticed, and after a fast glance around—the observatory was surrounded by scrub fields and so was technically out in the open, with houses in the distance—she stopped him, kissed him, and stroked his hard-on. “Well, I don’t think I’m taking off my pants for you a third time, not until we get back to the dorm,” she said. “It’s getting really cold out. I don’t think I’m quite dressed for this. Almost smells like snow.” “Yeah, you’re right.” “And I’m also not gonna leak down my leg, because that’s just some weak sauce. Leakage is not my style; I go when I wanna go.” “You are so badass,” Parker said. “Are you mocking me?” she growled. “Only a little. The rest is real.” “Good. I think. But I can still piss here if you want. Or do you want me to get you off?” “Nope and nope,” Parker said. “Or I guess not here and not now. But I wanted you to think that you’d get to pee here, ‘cause actually I’m gonna make you wait.” “Not a problem,” she said, with a challenging look in her eye. “I’ll wait as long as you want me to.” “But just imagine,” Parker said, relishing turning the tables on her with the “imagine” game. “Just imagine getting to pee right here, right now! Wouldn’t that feel good?” “Just imagine me giving you a blow job right here, right now. That would feel pretty good too, huh? But it ain’t happening either.” “Oooh, fighting fire with fire.” “Technically fighting water with water.” “…Ewww. Just figured that out.” “I do like that I’m dating a boy who listens.” She casually crossed her legs, not seeming too stressed just yet. “So—are we just gonna stand around here for a while, or what?” “Let’s go someplace where you can pee,” Parker said. “Already?” “Sure.” They walked down the hill, headed back toward campus, but they reached the football stadium first. It was, of course, completely empty. The stadium consisted of two sets of steel-and-aluminum bleachers facing each other across a slightly untidy grass field, surrounded by nothing but a waist-high chain-link fence—as their college was not exactly Ohio State when it came to football and fans. The wind was picking up as they reached the gate, and leaves skittered across the concrete driveway and out onto the white lines painted on the field. “So I know you said no to this earlier,” Parker said, “but if you want to, you could go pee on the 50-yard line.” Meagan scrunched up her face in consideration, which with her freckles made her look all the cuter. “Hmmmmm…” “Choose quickly. This is a limited-time offer. If time expires, additional conditions may apply!” “It sure would be nice to pee. This wind is really making it a lot worse.” “Too late! Additional conditions now in effect.” “Let’s hear them.” “You can still pee on the 50-yard-line, but you have to be completely naked.” “Fuck no. Maybe at night. In July. But not now.” She grinned evilly. “But you can keep right on imagining that. Picture me squirming helplessly, trying to cover my boobs and grab my crotch since I gotta go that bad but I’m all naked, standing out there on the field on a hot night.” She pantomimed it, then flung a hand to her brow and said, with all appropriate drama, “‘Oh, Parker, it’s so hard. I don’t know what I need more: to get your cock in me or get the piss out of me. I just can’t decide, I’m so desperate for both!’” “Uh. Wow.” She kept right on grinning wicked, then kissed him on the cheek. “Thought you’d enjoy that image.” “I did. …How come you had the southern accent, though?” “I could be southern if I want to be.” “Not really how it works.” “I’m a broke girl from a small town in the Midwest, and in the Midwest, being southern is mostly determined by your paycheck. Especially in Indiana.” “Okay, fair enough.” “But anyway. No, I’m not going to strip down and piss on the 50-yard line, no matter how much I hate football… so where can I pee?” “C’mon.” Parker led the way up the hill and across the back driveway to a parking lot. “How’d you feel about here?” The parking lot was almost empty—almost. A couple forlorn cars sat on the far edge, meaning there was zero cover, and a dorm loomed up to one side. “Do I have to?” Meagan asked, looking a little worried. “I know there probably aren’t any people around, but this is… really exposed. Again, maybe at night, but not now. Veto.” “Technically you used your veto for the day when you said no to the 50-yard-line the first time,” Parker said. Meagan frowned, scowled up at the dorm. “But technically I didn’t tell you to pee here at all,” Parker said. “I did want to see if you’d do it, but I’ve got a better idea anyway.” Meagan shook her head in relief. “Whew. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to that. Don’t push your luck, mister—and quit teasing me, mmmmmkay? Just tell me where I can go, ‘cause I really really gotta. This wind is making me nearly piss myself.” Parker stepped close, wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her gently. “I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t be yanking you around like that.” “No, you shouldn’t.” “Next time we’ll plan it out exactly, okay? No more surprises.” “Oh, you don’t need to go that far. But don’t push me on privacy, mmmkay? And don’t tease me. Much.” “I’m sorry.” “Thank you.” “And you can pee anywhere you want back at the dorm, there’s just one condition.” “Hmmm?” Parker whispered it in her ear. She grinned. “Now you’re talkin’. Let’s go!” She grabbed his hand and started skipping across the parking lot. A moment later she had to stop short, cross her legs, and bend forward a little. “Mmkay, too much bouncing there… but yeah, c’mon!” Still hand in hand, they walked (quickly) past the gym, a couple more dorms, more parking lots, and came at last to Bryant Hall, Meagan’s dorm. She handed her key card to Parker so he could let them in, saying, “I don’t quite trust my fingers right now.” And indeed, she was doing the full-body clench, including fingers clenched into fists. Parker got them in and traded her card for her room key. Inside it was much warmer, and Meagan relaxed fractionally. Once into her room, they stripped off their jackets. “Here?” Parker asked. “Or would you rather go straight to the bathroom?” “I’d rather do it here. Sitting on a toilet isn’t the most romantic.” “Want help with your clothes?” “Yes please.” Parker helped her out of her clothes, piece by piece, not hurrying, but not dragging his feet, either. He stood behind her and worked his way down, so first came the sweatshirt she’d had on under her jacket, then the t-shirt beneath, and next her bra. When her breasts came loose he cupped them in his hands, caressing and squeezing. She leaned back against him for a moment and then said, “’Kay, your turn.” “Huh?” “Clothes off.” “We’re not gonna have sex, though.” “I know. I still wanna feel your skin. At least your shirt.” “Fair enough.” He pulled off his shirt and resumed his caresses, standing pressed against her so she could feel his bare chest against her naked shoulders. He kissed her neck—side and back—and her shoulders, especially her freckles. His hands wandered all the way up to play with her red-touched hair and all the way down to her waistband, where he undid her button and unzipped slightly, rolling the waistband down over her hips. He laid his hands over her bladder, which was noticeably full and taut, though not bulging, but didn’t press down, just felt her muscles at work. She was breathing faster from all the attention as he unzipped her jeans the rest of the way and slid his fingers down the front of her green cotton panties. She shivered, sighed, and rubbed back against him. Then the jeans came the rest of the way down and he kept his fingers at work. One hand slipped into her panties and found her clit. The other hand roamed her upper body. He made out with her neck until she turned her head, eyes almost closed, plainly looking for a kiss, and he bent his neck to give her many. Her panties were damp, and not at all from pee, when he peeled them from her hips and butt and slid them down her clenched legs. Then he took her vibrator from its place in the drawer by the bed, set it on low, and slid it up one of those tense legs to where it met the other and let it work. “God, don’t stop, but the rumbling is making it so dang hard to hold it,” Meagan whispered, leaning back against him again. “Does it feel good, though?” “Fuck yeah,” she gasped. “It’s all so intense.” Little circles, gently increasing the pressure then backing off, ramping up the power setting then switching it back—Parker had learned a lot about the vibrator in the last few months, and he used it well. Meagan was soon putting a lot of her weight on him, her hands leaning back on his hips as he played her clit like a cello, deep rumbling and sexy curves. Her mouth hung open and her breathing became panting. Then she squeezed his hips with both hands, tight—whether in arousal or desperation he couldn’t tell, at this point—and let out a long shaky moan. “Don’t stop, I’m right on the edge,” she gasped. “But grab the trash can, I may not be able to wait long, afterward.” Parker didn’t stop—but he did slow down, to Meagan’s exquisite frustration. Still, neither one could keep that up very long. After just another minute, Meagan moaned, twice, then gave a small sharp cry of release and gave the familiar convulsion. She staggered and he grabbed her beneath her breasts with his non-vibrating arm to steady her. “Trash can?” he murmured in her ear.” “I’m okay for a second,” she said, surprising him. “I’m all locked down. But do you wanna come first? ‘Cause if you do I wanna hurry.” “I thought I could wait a bit, maybe until tomorrow. Since I did jerk you around a bit earlier.” “Fuck that!” she said cheerfully, though still breathlessly. “I’ve had you hard all day from all that pissing. And I can feel how hard you are right now—which I am loving, by the way. Hand me the lube.” And so just a few minutes later, it was Parker moaning and shaking, jeans around his ankles. Meagan was crouching on her heel to get her face down next to his cock, looking up at him with a sexy and only-somewhat-desperate smile. When he was about to come she quickly took him in her mouth and sucked him off, swallowing it all down. “And now I’m gonna pee,” she said, wiping her mouth, and with a quick movement she shifted her butt over the can. A moment later the familiar sound of her torrent filled the room. She stood up, dripping, and they kissed for a long moment. “Good?” “So good. You?” “You couldn’t tell from the part where I nearly fell over? Yeah, real good. We did real good.” They cleaned up in their separate ways, not bothering with clothes in their empty hall, and reconvened (still naked) under the covers for cuddles and more kisses. “I think I’d like to take tomorrow off,” Meagan said, “and then do a little more on Thanksgiving itself.” “Okay.” “But that was lots of fun. More fun than I expected. Thanks for the idea, lover.” “Thank you, for being willing.” “More than willing, hon. That was downright pleasurable. Especially on the pipe. And just now, with the vibe. You are getting so good at that.” “Mm, aren’t I, though?” “A little rough here and there but a good day.” “Thanks to you and your champion bladder.” “It’s pretty solid, no?” “It’s definitely earned a rest tomorrow. Well done to all your muscles.” “They thank you, and want a nap.” “That sounds like a good idea in general. Want to?” “Sure.” LittlePunkGirl, cjm3rcl1n3, luckymel and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 2, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 2, 2018 Damn that was excellent Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted May 2, 2018 Share Posted May 2, 2018 Awesome chapter! All parts of it. Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted May 6, 2018 Author Share Posted May 6, 2018 Here's another part! A little bit of a change of pace, but important to the characters and the purpose of the story. Based extremely loosely on a real event. The last woman I saw really desperate to pee was in a grocery store. One built more recently, however, as there is indeed a public bathroom there. But I'm old enough to remember when grocery stores didn't have public restrooms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wednesday they went grocery shopping. This proved more interesting than they guessed. They walked over. There was a small but adequate grocery store just a stone’s throw from the north corner of campus. They needed a fair number of things—eggs and oats for the cookies, for instance—but it was such a short walk, it seemed pointless to take Meagan’s car. They did bundle up against the cold. “It definitely smells like snow,” Meagan said as they crunched through fallen leaves and ducked down a driveway in the usual shortcut. As the automatic doors slid back, they stepped into the warmth of the store and realized they were just two of quite a large number of people doing their Thanksgiving shopping. The crowd meant that simply walking down an aisle now required a lot of navigating and maneuvering. Sticking together meant they had to hold hands, not that this was a problem. Every time Parker was in such a packed place, trying to thread his way through a mob, he was reminded of the asteroid belt scene in The Empire Strikes Back, and he started humming the music that went with the scene. Meagan, who was walking ahead of him at this point, threw him a knowing look over her shoulder. “You’re a goof,” she said. “Who is more goofy, the goof, or the goof who follows her?” “The one following, obviously.” “Wait, I think I had that joke backward…” “Too late!” They hit a snag when they were in the baking aisle. “You mean you don’t have a list?” Meagan said. “I’ve got the recipe memorized,” Parker said, studying the shelves. “Or I thought I did.” Meagan sighed. “Relax,” Parker said, glancing at her. “I’ll remember everything. I just need to jog my memory.” “I’ll just make myself comfortable, then,” Meagan said. He threw her a longer look. “Something wrong?” She sighed again. “It’s just… this place is getting to me.” Parker nodded. “We’ve had a nice quiet week and suddenly we walked into a madhouse.” “A madhouse playing crappy Christmas songs. The day before Thanksgiving.” “I know! That’s really getting on my nerves.” He reached up and took some baking powder down off the shelf. “Now is it baking powder or baking soda…?” “And to top it all off—well, I’ll bet you can guess.” “Wait, do you need to—?” But taking one look at her and he answered his own question: she definitely was getting her locked-down, all-muscles-engaged, need-to-pee look. Meagan chuckled ruefully. “All your fault, of course.” “How is it my fault?” “If we hadn’t taken that nap yesterday, I wouldn’t have stayed up so late last night, and then I wouldn’t have been so tired this morning, and then I wouldn’t have had to drink coffee. Which is—well, you know.” Parker pondered this for a moment. He thought of two ways to say what he wanted to say, and went with the one that seemed wiser. “I won’t let it get to me unless you want me to,” he said, shaping his phrasing with the crowds around him in mind. She hugged him. “Thank you.” Leaning over his shoulder, she looked down at the items in his hand. “So what are you stuck on again?” “Baking soda or baking powder.” “Buy both, we’ll probably use it eventually.” He chuckled. “Thank you. That just reminded me: the recipe actually calls for both.” Both boxes went into his basket. Between the cookies and the soup, they filled up a basket apiece, and it took some time to get that done. Then they had to brave the line at the cash register, which was long indeed. It looked like the check-out clerks were a little short-staffed, not prepared for the influx, and so things were moving slowly. “Well, the line’s not getting any shorter,” Parker said, and they went and stood in it. Naturally the line they got in was the one where someone had to run and put something back, and the line where someone paid in cash and miscounted twice. Other lines were definitely moving faster, but they couldn’t switch without cutting in line. Meagan was looking still more tense as the other lines crept forward but theirs stood still. “Is there a restroom here?” Parker asked. “Sometimes they have one. Like at Walmart.” “I’ve never seen one,” Meagan said. “Go take a look,” Parker encouraged her. “I can watch the stuff. And if you do find one,” he said in lower tones, “go right ahead and use it. Blanket permission for the rest of the day, in fact.” She nodded, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and set off. Five minutes she was back. Two things had happened during her absence: the line had finally moved forward a bit, and Parker had realized that if Meagan had found a bathroom, he might have gone and used it himself. But she shook her head. “No sign of one. It’s an older store,” she added, by way of explanation. “Yeah, most new stores have them, don’t they? I remember my mom having to ask permission for me to use the staff bathroom when I was really small.” He lowered his voice again. “Gonna be okay?” “Oh, I’ll be fine,” she said. “We don’t have much farther to go.” Indeed, now they were only second in line to check out. But of course the last guy ahead of them had a shopping cart piled high with stuff, and so it took quite a while still. Meagan showed no further sign or made said any further word of her need until they’d paid and gotten outside. Then the wall of cold air, after the warmth of the crowded store, made her shiver involuntarily and swear, loudly enough that a few heads turned her direction: “Fuck, that’s cold.” Heavily laden by their bags, they couldn’t take the shortcut (which involved scrambling up a grassy bank) and had to walk around. As they rounded the corner and stepped back onto campus, Meagan cursed again. “Mmmmmmmmmkay. I can do this.” “If it’s any consolation,” Parker said, “I gotta go too.” She smiled. “You know, it kinda is.” They walked stiff and shivering (from temperatures outside and pressures outside) to Bryant Hall. Meagan swiped them in, and they stepped into the kitchen to set their bags down. They looked at each other. “We should put the food away,” Parker said. Another moment passed—and then as one, without a word, they turned for the bathrooms. Back in the kitchen, very much relieved, they started putting the food away. Meagan said, “I’m really grateful for how you handled that, love.” “You didn’t seem like you were in the mood for games, and you’d asked for today off.” “Yeah. I mean, I could have held it a lot longer, you know that. And someday I do wanna play around with both of us getting desperate. Even the scales a bit. But today… well, I just wasn’t feeling it today, and I was frustrated with the store.” “I know. You don’t need to apologize or explain. I could see how you felt. And it’s still all about consent.” “Yes it is. But that situation could have led to a lot of fun for you and you set it aside.” She turned to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and said, “You know, a lot of guys would have done that real differently. I mean it when I said I’m grateful. I mean—tomorrow’s all about giving thanks, right? Well, thank God for you, Parker.” “Me, I’m just thankful that you let—that we get to have fun like that at all.” “Mmmmhmm. And tomorrow we can go back to that. But tonight, I wanna show you how grateful I am in a different way.” “Oh?” “Back massage.” “Oooooooohh.” As it happened, they exchanged back rubs that night, which meant shirts came off, which meant that they ended up doing quite a bit of naked making out and spooning afterward—but nothing else. “Tomorrow,” Meagan whispered, moving his hand away from her clit. “Tomorrow. But thank you.” “Thank you. So grateful.” “Yeah. Incredibly much.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ More to come, and soon. luckymel, Bismiris, LittlePunkGirl and 3 others 6 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 6, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 6, 2018 Wow what a excellent chapter Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted May 6, 2018 Author Share Posted May 6, 2018 Thank you, Melificentfan. I wasn't sure how people would react to that section -- since it's less fantasy and more reality -- but I'm glad you enjoyed it. If anyone was disappointed, just stick around... I'm pretty pleased with how the next part shaped up. Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 6, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 6, 2018 You are very welcome weasel ^^ Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted May 6, 2018 Share Posted May 6, 2018 I love how we see a couple that actual cares about each other and communicates. It's always refreshing to see porn that actually depicts healthy relationships Weasel 1 Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted May 6, 2018 Author Share Posted May 6, 2018 Thank you, YourFNF! Yeah, I figured it was time to see a moment that was mostly about the relationship rather than the turn-ons. Those will come soon, though. Quote Link to comment
Guest insomea Posted May 7, 2018 Share Posted May 7, 2018 So so good. I've been wanting to suggest making it have some desperation on both sides but didn't know if you'd be open to that. So glad to see it heading that way anyway! Quote Link to comment
Weasel 1,097 Posted May 9, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 9, 2018 In small doses, yes. The focus will always be on Meagan holding/getting desperate... but it'll happen with Parker too, on occasion. Like right now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Parker woke up to Meagan making out with him. She was naked except for her panties. “So whenever you do this,” Parker said, “you’re usually horny or you need to pee.” “Why not both?” she said, and gently kissed his neck. “Mmmmm. Today is gonna be a good day. But let’s see, how do we want to play this… if we had sex right now, would I be allowed to come?” “So soon? Nah, I wanna stretch this out all day.” “’Kay. In that case I’m gonna stretch my fun out all day, too. So you’ll get to pee right now, but that’ll be the last time for a while. Oh, and there will be some conditions to this pee, too.” She sat up, eyes bright and alert, waiting for the word. Parker noticed that she was sitting on her heel. “How long have you needed to go?” he said. “Since I woke up, of course.” “And how long ago was that?” “Oh, about fifteen minutes.” She shrugged. “I got bored waiting for you to wake up.” “Okay. So I’m gonna offer you a choice. You can either wait another forty-five minutes and then pee as you please, or you can wait another fifteen minutes and then pee with the conditions, which are: you have to go use a boy’s bathroom, and you aren’t allowed to put on any more clothes than what you’re wearing right now.” Her eyes sparkled. “I say again: why not both?” “Huh?” “I’ll wait forty-five minutes and use the boy’s bathroom. Wearing this.” “You’re not allowed to cross your arm or cover yourself, either. Totally topless.” “Not a problem—since the dorm’s practically empty, after all…” “Still, there’s the chance.” “There is. But first I’m gonna hold another forty-five.” “I love you.” “I know. And you know I love you right back.” “I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be doing this for your worst enemies, yeah.” A shadow flickered across her face. “Well—I’ve done some nasty things, you know. And sometimes it really has involved giving a guy exactly what he wants, if I figured out a way to use it to get back at him later.” “What you are doing isn’t nasty at all. …Okay, it’s a little quirky and a little kinky, but not nasty.” He took her in his arms. “And you’re not doing this to fuck with me.” “Well, I am going to fuck with you. In the sense that we are totally going to fuck today, and I’ll be with you when we do—kinda have to be—but not the way you meant.” He shivered. “I repeat: I love you.” She kissed him, and he kissed her back, and they made out for a few minutes, her lying atop him, his arms around her bare body. But then her weight reminded him of something he had to do. “So I gotta pee too,” he said. “Want me to wait a bit?” “Yeah!” she said. “So you’ll feel what it’s like.” “I reserve the right to go before you do,” Parker said. “Wimp.” “Hey, you’re the one with the Bladder o’ Steel. I’m not in your league.” “Oh, all right. But you’re still a wimp.” “Maybe. But that was actually a hint; can you not be on top of me?” She rolled off obligingly. But they kept making out for a while yet. After ten mostly-pleasant minutes he groaned a little. “Hmmmm?” she inquired. “It’s getting kinda bad. It’s weird, I don’t think I drank that much last night…” “Doesn’t really matter if you did or not,” she said. “If your body’s used to peeing right away in the morning, and it’s not getting what it wants, then it feels super-urgent.” “Well, whatever it is, I gotta go!” “Poor Parker, can’t hold it,” she teased him. “Not enough practice!” “Again: Bladder of Steel. You’ve got those muscles and I don’t.” “Oh, but you’ve got something I don’t have,” she said. “Would you like a little help?” “Yes please.” His cock wasn’t totally hard, since he was pretty used to make-outs now; but Meagan stroked him with her hand for a moment, stiffening him up—then bent over him, pushed her breasts together with her hands, and nestled his hard-on between them. Then she stroked him with her cleavage, and that got him plenty hard pretty quick. She lay back down beside him but kept her hand closed lightly around his erection, every now giving a slow stroke or a gentle squeeze. “Better?” she asked. “Sort of,” he said. “I still gotta go, but it’s a little lower on the priority list now.” “Want some more help?” “Sure.” “I’ve really gotta go bad, too.” “Cross-your-legs bad?” “Could be,” she said, and did so. Then she kissed him, and the making out resumed for a bit. But before long he moaned again. “I can’t do this,” he said. “I gotta come or I gotta piss, but I can’t stay like this.” “Well, you’re not coming yet,” Meagan said, “so you’d better go pee.” She immediately lightened her grip but kept holding him in her hand, waiting for his body to get bored and soften up. Parker couldn’t take this, however, and got up out of bed. He instinctively reached to pinch the tip of his penis, but Meagan batted his hand away. “You’ll stay hard, doofus,” she said. He took his hands away, clenching and unclenching his fists, shifting from foot to foot. Meagan watched, very amused, from the bed—again sitting on her heel. “Gaah,” Parker said, “I can’t even look at you. You’re turning me on too much.” “I’m sorry. Is it the boobs? Should I put the boobs away?” she said, cupping them in her hands—which was not exactly a turn-off. “Stop sitting on your heel,” he demanded. “It reminds me that you’ve got to pee, too.” She stood up—not crossing her legs, but going into total lockdown so she didn’t have to. Parker turned away, took deep breaths, did a few multiplication problems in his head. Then he grabbed his sweat pants. “Um, sweetie, I’m not sure those pants are going to help,” Meagan said. Indeed, when he pulled them on, he was clearly pitching a tent. “Can’t help it, I’ll cool down the rest of the way in the bathroom,” he said. “No jacking off,” she warned. “I’ll be able to tell.” “I won’t,” he promised. “No peeing!” “I would never,” she said, fake-shocked, laying a hand on her heart (and between those devastating breasts). There wasn’t anyone in the hallway—why would there have been?—and so pitched tent and all, Parker waddled desperately down to the bathroom. The tug of the cotton sweats on his erection was still enough to keep him stiff—that and the thought of Meagan back in the room, also desperate (and topless). Once in the stall he ripped his sweats off. Staring at his cock, remembering Meagan, it was a struggle not to quickly jack off and get both kinds of release. The blood was hammering in his veins, the piss was throbbing in his bladder. He leaned against the wall of the stall, squeezed his eyes shut, put his hands on top of his head, and counted backward from fifty, slowly. After the countdown he seemed soft enough, but he waited another moment or two to make sure, shifting uncomfortably as he did. Finally he took his penis in a gingerly grip and aimed it down at the bowl. As often happens when peeing through the remains of a hard-on, there was a slight pain at first, but this helped get rid of the rest of the erection. The next problem was that instead of coming out in a nice straight line, his piss sprayed off in several directions at once, like a hose with someone’s thumb mostly over it, and went quite a few places in the stall. But at last he was pissing, and his bladder sent the “Good Job, Have Some Endorphins” signal up to his brain. He sighed as the pleasure washed over him. As Meagan had guessed, he wasn’t super-full, but it did take a while to get it all out, especially since the first little bit had to fight its way through and didn’t come out very quickly. Then he had to wad up some toilet paper and clean up the places he’d sprayed. He washed his hands thoroughly (who knew the last time the bathrooms had been cleaned?) and headed back to his room rather more cheerfully. “Better?” Meagan said. She was leaning against the closet, legs crossed, arms crossed above them and under her breasts (subtly supporting the latter). “Yeah, better.” “And were you good? Didn’t jack off? You were there a while…” “No, I didn’t.” “Good,” she said, and stepped close to him. Kissed him. Wrapped him in her arms and pulled him close. “’Cause I didn’t pee either. So I gotta go pretty darn bad by now. Waiting a whole hour after I get up is hard. But so, I feel, are you.” And yes, he was already stiffening and re-tenting his sweats. “So that’s good confirmation,” she said. “Wanna feel me to know I didn’t let any out?” He laid a hand on her belly. She was indeed taut, full. He pushed, just a little, and she clenched up in response. “Gaaah. Warn a gal,” she said. “Sorry.” “I’m good. Feel me. Any dampness?” He slid a finger along the crotch of her panties. “Nope.” “No leakage. Just my natural holdin’ power.” “Meagan the Mighty,” he said, and kissed her—forehead, then neck, then the beginning of the cleft between her breasts. “Not saying this is easy…” she said, crossing her legs again. “It’s been more than fifteen minutes—heck, it’s been nearly half an hour. If you wanna go pee dressed like you are, you can.” “No, no. It’s a challenge now. I can wait the full time.” She paced the room. She double-crossed, uncrossed, re-crossed her legs. She stretched, all her (fiercely sexy) muscles taut, breasts rising as she reached her arms above her head. Her fingers clenched into fists over and over again. Parker watched, fascinated. About ten minutes before the cut-off, Meagan jammed a hand into her crotch, crossed her legs over it, and bent over. Her breasts hung down and he was delighted to see her nipples were hard. He simply couldn’t resist a vision like this. He stepped behind her, grinding his hard-on into her butt and reveling in the feel of his penis being caught between flesh (his body and hers). He gripped her hips as if he were going to fuck her, then slid his hands up her flanks to cup her breasts. She straightened up a bit—not all the way, still clenching her hand between her legs—and pressed back against him. “You are so sexy,” he whispered into her ear. “I wish I could fuck you right now.” “You’re so hard,” she replied, equally quietly. “You would feel so good in me, I know it.” “Can’t I?” “No. I’m too full and it’s too soon. I promise you’ll come today, in me or on me—but not yet.” He pulled his sweats down so only the cotton of her panties was between him and her. “Can’t I just slip it in for a minute?” “No way. I’m still too full—and you would explode. I mean to make you last.” She glanced at the clock and moaned a little. “Eight more minutes. Somehow this suddenly got a lot harder. Probably because I’m so close to making it…” “So when it’s time,” Parker said, “here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna walk down to the boy’s bathroom. You can’t cover your boobs, but you can keep on grabbing your crotch if you have to, that’s cute. Prop the door open, I might be able to hear you pissing. You’re gonna go in the first stall—that’s where I just pissed—but you aren’t gonna close the door. If anyone comes in, you’re not gonna hide or close the door; you’re just gonna sit there naked and say, ‘Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it.’” “Wow, insult to injury! Because I can totally hold it. Obviously.” “Obviously. But you need to give an explanation.” “All right, all right—wait. You aren’t coming with me?” “Nope. I’ll just watch from here. Holler if you need me but I doubt you will. Oh, and again, when you walk back—no covering up. Just walk normally.” “I’ve never gone topless outside my own house,” Meagan said. “Good thing you’re dead sexy,” Parker said, squeezing her breasts again. “How much time left?” she said. “Six minutes.” “Holy shit.” “Speaking of… if you need to poop, now would be a good time.” “Yeah, that might happen.” “Because I’ve got plans for later, and I’d rather not have to let you run off and crap in the middle of them.” “Oh? What plans?” “We’ll talk when you get back. One piss at a time. How are you holding up?” “I’m not leaking… yet.” “You can do this. You’re so strong.” He laid a light hand over the tense muscles of her lower belly. “So strong.” “I know I can do it,” Meagan said, a little breathlessly. “It’s just not easy, that’s all…” She stood, still gripping her crotch with one hand and both legs, eyes closed, breathing a little shallow and a little fast. She held her other hand tightly clenched—sometimes down at her side like a soldier, sometimes stretched out as if swinging her arm, sometimes twining in her hair and gripping the roots. Parker slowly circled her, watching, rapt. “Sixty seconds,” he said. “You’ve got this. …Forty-five… Thirty.” “You’re counting too slow,” she said. “Just following my watch. Twenty… Ten, nine, eight…” She stood stock still for the full countdown, everything clenched to the bone. At “one” she straightened up slowly (hand still between her thighs), opened her eyes, glanced down at her almost-naked self. She shrugged, and then carefully uncrossed her legs. She walked slowly to the door, almost unsteady on her feet. Parker opened the door and watched as Meagan walked down the hall—past the girl’s bathroom without so much as a glance, red-streaked brown hair falling loose and tousled across her bare freckled shoulders and back. Her pale green cotton panties barely covered much of anything. And she kept her hand between her legs the whole length of the hallway, letting the other arm swing loose. At the bathroom door she used her free hand to open it, paused to flick the doorstop down with her toe, paused a moment longer to keep one knee raised and pressed up against her other thigh… and then she vanished into the men’s room. He could hear her piss hit the water at first, but either she went very fast or it quieted down and out of range of hearing. He was happy to imagine, though, and envisioned her sitting on the same toilet he’d just used. After a long time—pooping, perhaps?—he heard the flush, then the washing of hands, and finally she can strolling back, looking vastly more relaxed. But not entirely; there was definitely a little self-consciousness in her near-nakedness. But she followed the rules and let her boobs hang out—until the last two seconds of her walk, when she suddenly turned red, flung an arm across her chest, and pushed past him into the room. “What?” he said, closing the door. “Gerard just walked out from his hall. I don’t think he saw me—but he might have, he was facing me.” Parker grinned and kissed her. “He won’t say anything. If he does say anything, just say you thought he wasn’t around today. Thank you so much, lover, that was real cute and sexy.” He fondled her breasts again as he said it. “You’re really fixated on these today,” she said, covering his hands with hers. “I think I know how I’m gonna get you off tonight.” “Well, let’s talk the whole day through,” Parker said, “and negotiate anything we have to. My basic idea was that we’d spend the day in the kitchen—and you would not get to leave, ever. You’ll have to pee somewhere in there.” Her eyebrows shot up. “I hope Gerard doesn’t walk past when I’m up on the sink.” “Yeah, let’s hope! Oh, and if you need to go more than once, you’ll have to find some other way of peeing. ‘Kay?” “’Kay, got it! No problem. Here’s what I was thinking, too: I want us to feed each other tonight.” “How do you mean?” “We do this at camp sometimes. You’re not allowed to put any food in your own mouth, just other people’s. But you can eat what other people give you. It’s fun. And I think it could be super-romantic between the two of us.” “Huh. I’m not quite seeing it—but sure, we can give that a try.” “And when we’re all done and cleaned up, then we’ll come back here and I’ll make you moan.” “I like the sound of that.” “I love your moans, too.” “Not what I meant.” “Totally what I meant, though. ‘Cause I do. Time to start cooking?” “Time for breakfast first.” “Good idea. If I’m gonna spend the rest of the day in the kitchen, I’m definitely gonna need some food.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Next part isn't finished yet and as it'll be a long week at work I don't know when I'll get it done. And then... well, then we have some options, and I'll want some audience input! So stay tuned. cjm3rcl1n3, Ondinist, ola93 and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 9, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 9, 2018 That was excellent I loved that chapter Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted May 9, 2018 Share Posted May 9, 2018 Awesome new chapter! Quote Link to comment
Guest insomea Posted May 10, 2018 Share Posted May 10, 2018 Best chapter yet! (Which is really saying something) Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted May 13, 2018 Share Posted May 13, 2018 Feeding each other should be fun. ? Wish I had a partner to do that with ? Quote Link to comment
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