jrs1989 132 Posted March 30, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted March 30, 2019 (edited) At first, college was hard. I showed up in another state, without friends, and didn’t have a lot of confidence in my ability to make any new ones. On top of that, my roommate and I got off to a bad start. I knew I had to put myself out there in order to find my people. I did a lot of wandering up to other groups of freshmen who already seemed to be fast friends, and attempted to work my way into their conversations. It felt so awkward. But we all just got here, I reminded myself. This is how it works. It was during one such encounter that I first met Jessica. Three people I recognized from my history class were sitting at a picnic table outside. I smelled pot. I was interested. I walked up, sat down, began to listen noncommittally to the conversation. A girl with long brown hair was talking animatedly while the others listened — something about the awkwardness of adjusting to college. A joint was making its way around. Someone passed it to me. I took a hit. Great! New friends. I can handle this college thing after all, I thought. “My roommate is so fucking weird,” one guy said in a somewhat hushed tone, looking around, presumably to see if his roommate was within hearing range. “He doesn’t have any sheets on his bed. He just sleeps face down on the bare mattress.” “Oh, poor guy,” the brown-haired girl said. “He’s probably just not used to taking care of himself, making his own bed.” “You should know how to do that by the time you get to college!” the guy replied. “Also, last night, he just sat alone in our bedroom and drank like, I don’t know, half a handle of vodka. I came home and he was lying on the carpet, blasting metal, the half-empty bottle of vodka in his hand.” We chuckled. I have to admit, I was a bit fixated on this brown-haired girl. The pot wasn’t helping. The sun was shining through her hair, her eyes seemed to be glowing. I watched her laugh at the guy’s story. She was cute. “That’s nothing,” the other guy replied. “My roommate does not stop looking at me. Anytime I look at him, he’s already looking at me. It’s so, so, so creepy. I think he might kill me.” The pot was having its effect on all of us. Everyone was laughing at this point, the brown-haired girl hardest of all. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she gasped. I decided to share. “I came back from the shower yesterday to find my roommate with his pants around his knees, masturbating into a trash can.” True story, unfortunately. “Holy shit,” the roommate of the drunk metalhead said. “That’s weird.” “Not good,” the roommate of the potential serial killer said. “Oh my god, oh my god,” the brown-haired girl cried as tears of laughter streamed down her face. “I think you win, man. You have the worst roommate,” the drunk metalhead’s roommate said. “Oh my god,” the brown-hair girl continued to gasp, doubled over in laughter. “I've gotta pee. I’m going pee. I’m going to pee.” That got my attention. Like any 18-year-old (my roommate certainly included, I guess) I had an overactive sex drive and, unlike many 18-year-olds, a particular interest in pee. “I’m peeing,” cried the brown-haired girl. She gripped her crotch over her skirt. People sometimes say that when they are laughing, I told myself. Who knows if she means it. If she was in fact peeing, I guess she staunched the flow because, when she removed her hands and crossed her legs tightly, I couldn’t see any spot. The conversation continued like that — shooting the shit beneath a tree on the quad on a warm September day. At some point, the drunk metalhead’s roommate — I learned his name was Kyle — broke out some beers he had somehow obtained. They cut through the pot high and we all calmed down. The sun went down. It started to get chilly. “It’s been fun guys but I’m gonna grab a jacket and get some dinner,” Kyle said. “Yeah, I’ll head in too,” I said, standing. “Ok, ok, we can head in,” the brown-haired girl, whose name I still hadn’t caught, said. She stood. “Oof. I’ve had to pee like a motherfucker the whole time we’ve been here and that beer really didn’t help.” She put her hand on her belly over the waistband of her skirt. “But thank you for sharing your beer, Kyle. I loved it, even if now I’m about to pee myself.” “No problem, Jessica,” he replied. “I’ll see you guys in class.” Jessica. Her name was Jessica. Kyle and the other guy were apparently in the same dorm, and headed off in its direction. The brown-haired girl, to my delight, was in mine. We walked back as the night grew colder. My hands were shoved into my pockets; she was hugging herself and walking stiffly. “Where are you from?” I asked, to make conversation. “Oregon,” she replied. “You?” “New York.” “New York City?” “No, just near it. I go into the city sometimes though.” “I went to New York City earlier this summer,” she said. “Did you like it?” “Yeah. Except, like, no public bathrooms. Which is a real fucking issue after having beers in the park.” She really wanted to talk about pee, I guess? I couldn’t believe my luck. My brain was still moving slow, a product of the pot and beer. Perhaps she interpreted my silence as a discomfort with the topic. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she said. “TMI. I guess I’ve just got pee on the mind.” She rubbed her bladder area again to make the point. “No worries, I get it!” I jumped in, hoping to reassure her. I wanted to keep this conversation going. “I, uh, have been stuck having to pee in New York too.” “What did you do?” she asked, turning to look directly at me. I had her attention. “I guess I just waited. I was on the subway for what felt like hours. I almost pissed myself.” “Yeah man,” she said. “I know how that is.” “It was really bad. I was afraid I was going to pee at any minute. When I finally got where I was going I probably peed for a minute, maybe two.” She didn’t say anything. She just kept looking at me, intensely. “What did you do?” I ventured. “I ended up peeing in an ally. I was also literally about to piss my pants.” She smiled. “I may in fact have already pissed my pants a bit. I didn’t want to walk around all damp!” “Prudent,” I said. “That would have been something to see.” What! Why did I say that!? I needed to get a hold of myself. “Well, I’m basically in the same situation right now,” she said softly. We had been walking this whole time but now she stopped and gripped her crotch again, as if admitting her predicament had intensified the urge. She shifted her weight to one leg, then the other. As she did it, she made eye contact directly with me. We were feet from the entrance to our dorm but still she stood there, holding herself and pee dancing. “Just gotta collect myself,” she gasped. “So I don’t piss my pants.” “Piss your skirt,” I offered. “What?” She raised her eyebrows. “Piss your skirt. You’re not wearing pants, you’re wearing a skirt.” “Oh. Right. Yes. Piss my undies.” “Uh, are you going to be ok?” I asked. “Yes, yes, this always happens to me. Just be a gent and get the door?” she asked. With her still standing in one place, shifting and holding herself, I walked over to the dorm door, unlocked it and opened it. “Come on in,” I said. With one hand still in her crotch she hustled toward me, through the door, across the lobby of the dorm and up the stairs, headed, I assumed, for the second-floor women’s bathroom. I closed the door and followed her into the stairwell. I heard her shoes clacking somewhere above me. Suddenly, I heard a yelp. I rounded a bend in the stairs to find her sitting on one of them. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Her face looked incredibly relaxed; her eyes were closed, her jaw was slack. I looked down. Liquid was running down her right leg from under her skirt, onto her foot. “Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my god, I’m peeing.” She buried her fist in her crotch and bent forward, clenching. The stream trickled to a halt. She had peed for, at most, several seconds. She lifted her hand, revealing a large, damp patch on the front of her grey skirt. She looked down at it, then closed her eyes. Did a slight smile cross her lips? She opened her eyes and looked at me. I looked right back at her. That intense, charged eye contact again. She seemed unfazed. “Well,” she said. “Maybe I’ll learn my lesson. College is about learning lessons, right? I need to learn to pee sooner.” “Yes,” I said. I was a bit overwhelmed. “I was going to do laundry tomorrow anyway,” she murmured. Her calm had worn off quickly, now she also seemed flustered. “Don’t tell anyone,” she said. Then she stepped forward, down a stair, so she was one stair above me, and, awkwardly, from that slightly higher height, wrapped her arms around me. “It was great to meet you,” she said. The hug tightened and she pressed her leg, the leg she had peed down, against mine. I was extremely confused. This hug felt a little more than friendly. What was going on? “Don’t tell anyone,” she said again, this time whispering it into my ear. I felt her abdomen rub against mine. I was intensely aware of the curves of her body — and that damp patch on the grey skirt that was now firm against my torso. Then she stepped back. “I still really, really have to pee,” she said. And with that, she pivoted on her toe, raced up the remaining steps, and out of the stairwell, out of my sight. I heard the jangle of keys, then the door to what I presume was the women’s restroom, and then the click of a lock. I stood motionless in the hallway for a good two minutes, processing. My confusion lingered, but now I was also catastrophically aroused. Slowly I turned, walked back down the stairs to the men's dormitory on the first floor, and returned to my room, where I sat, awkwardly, shell shocked, aroused as fuck, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Jessica as my roommate watched episode after episode of “Friends.” I want to make this a three part series, but everyone always says they want to make everything a series and it rarely happens. So I'm not gonna promise anything. Still, I'll do my best. Edited March 30, 2019 by jrs1989 typos (see edit history) PomEmy, For The Peeple, bangboom and 21 others 24 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted March 31, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 31, 2019 I am loving this Quote Link to comment
remos6 22 Posted April 1, 2019 Share Posted April 1, 2019 I think you've hit on something rather good here. Ok, a scenario we've seen before, but executed very nicely - I look forward to reading more ☺️ Quote Link to comment
Ienjoy 36 Posted April 3, 2019 Share Posted April 3, 2019 Yeah I have to say, this is one of my favorite stories I've seen on here. I really hope you'll continue! Quote Link to comment
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