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  1. Liz’s POV It is midway through spring semester, the workload is almost unbearable and there is never enough time in the day. I am sitting in the library with my best friend. We are studying our asses off for the major exams we have coming up. Spring Break is around the corner and our professors seems to want to cram in everything possible for the break. I watch as Kelly drains the rest of her water from her giant Gatorade bottle. I am becoming a bit distracted by her at this point. I know she has a small bladder and cannot usually drink an entire bottle of water without a bathroom break considering she drinks them constantly and most likely has half of the last bottle in her system too. I have known her long enough to know that she has to go; she is just so absorbed in her studies though that she doesn’t seem to notice. I watch her shift slightly and her legs are pressed together, a telltale sign that she really needs to go. I watch her for another second before I go back to my own studying. Fifteen minutes later and her squirming makes me watch her again. I know she must know that she has to go but is ignoring it because she hates to lose her concentration when studying. I glance at the clock. The library is closing in a couple of minutes. I decide to try and cram in the last section before the announcement about closing happens. I just finish the section when I hear the announcement: “Floors 2 thus 5 and the ground floor are now closed. The first floor will close in 5 minutes. We open again, tomorrow at 8am.” Kelly looks at me startled and I start to pack up my stuff. She sits there for a second before she tells me, “I really have to pee.” No shit, I think but I just smile at her and try not to get too turned on. She knows I like it when she has to go even though she herself finds no pleasure in it. I watch her as she stands and then squeezes her legs together and bites her lip. I wonder if she wet. She wets often when she stands up but not always. My backpack is ready and she is packing hers when I decide to mess with her a bit. I walk around behind her and whisper in her ear, “still dry?” She glares at me which confirms my hope that she had leaked a little when she stood up. I doubt even her underwear are wet but she always knows when she wets even the slightest bit. We grab our bags as the security guard stares at us and head towards the exit. I decide to take the stairs just to make Kelly squirm a bit but she doesn’t seem to mind. Kelly’s POV The security guard is watching us leave so I can’t ask Liz to take the elevator without looking lazy since we are only on the second floor. I am worried about the amount of pressure though on my bladder as we start to head down the steps. Liz smiles at me and I know it is because she is enjoying how badly I have to go right now. I feel a small spurt escape as we come off the last step and stop for a moment to regain my control. I see Liz stop too and she bumps my hip with hers, something she seems to like to do when I have to go badly. I feel a tiny dribble slip out but I am not worried. My bladder has been weak for almost ever. I am used to being slightly wet even though I hate the feeling of it. She asks me how wet I am now and I just smile at her and tell her just my wet not yours and then stick my tongue out. Her definition of wet is down to my jeans. My definition is anytime I feel like I wet at all. She doesn’t like my wet because she can’t feel it or see it, even though her ideas of wet may not be noticeable to the general public if standing right. I really want to pee before I leave but the lights are already off and only a couple of the desk workers are here and the security guard is pushing us out. I get nervous knowing the cold early March air is going to kill my bladder when I walk out. I cannot wait until I move to a warmer state but I still have 2 years of school left before that is possible. Liz and I walk out into the night and I instantly feel a spurt of hot urine stream into my pants. I freeze and try not to hold myself. I squeeze my legs together and start laughing the common reaction I have to embarrassing situations. Liz looks concerned because she knows I hate public wettings and I do not find wetting fun but I see the desire in her eyes. Liz’s POV Kelly has her legs squeezed tight together and laughing with that amazing laugh she has which shows off her beautiful smile. I know I need to move her away from the front of the library before the security guard leaves. The student workers had left at the same time as us and I knew it wouldn’t be long until the security guard left too. I think one of the reasons Kelly hates wetting so much is because of the embarrassing social implications. I notice she is starting to get under control and I tell her we should start heading to the parking lot. We both worked in the Writer’s Room that day and I realize that our cars are still in that lot, on the other side of campus. I wonder if she will make it or if she will actually fully wet for the first time. I know that she often wets a little but never as much as I hope. I tell her that we parked in the other lot at the same time that she stops again and squeezes her legs together. Her one hand clutches her hoodie pocket while her other hand rests on my arm, steadying herself. I wonder if she will get desperate enough to hold herself. I have never seen her stoop to that level before but I don’t think I have ever seen her have to go this bad. I want to tell her it is ok to hold herself if she needs too but I also feel selfish because I want to see her push her hand into her crotch and try with all of her might not too wet but still fail. I think that makes me an awful friend but she looks too hot for me to think much on it right now. Kelly’s POV I don’t know if I have ever had to go this bad before which is intense because I often have to go pretty bad and accidently hold it too long, like this time. I mentally kick myself for waiting so long. I am wetter than I would like to admit and while I stopping the spurt of soaking though to be noticeable, I am still leaking a tiny bit and I cannot seem to stop it. I am scared to move because the floodgates may open if I do. Liz look at me and asks if I am ok. I tell her I am fine but trying not to embarrass myself and she gets evil look in her eye that makes me nervous. She moves slightly and kisses me hard with a bit of a bite that comes with most of her kisses. It instantly turns me on and helps me get a better control on my bladder. We kiss for a minute until she pulls away and asks how wet I am. I touch the crotch of my pants hesitantly and feel a damp patch. “Your wet” I tell her and she moans softly which turns me on more. We start heading towards are cars again and are halfway there when I feel the drips from my bladder again. Liz decides at that moment that she should try to make me run. Which she knows is a surefire way to make me wet. She is able to pull me 3 steps with three very large spurts of hot pee before I am able to freeze in my tracks and try to hold on. I am laughing again and peeing softly, not a lot but enough that I feel it now on my upper inner thighs. I finally cant help it anymore and jam my hand between my legs and try to hold the urine in. I can see Liz staring at me and the desire radiating off of her is almost too much to take in. I am tempted to just let go and piss my pants so that the pain in my bladder will go away. I can’t though I hate wetting myself and Liz gets a lot of enjoyment out of me struggling anyway so I ought to just try like hell to make it to the bathroom. Liz reaches out and touches the wet patch on my jeans and groans. She slides her hand in between my legs, dislodging my hand and making me let loose a stream of piss. Liz pushes into me when she feel my hot wetness streaming into her hand and kisses me hard again, threading her other hand into my hair and tugging on it gently. Her desire for me once again stops my bladder rebellion as my sexual desire takes over. We make out for a few minutes her fingers rubbing into my soaked pants and pushing the warmth of my urine over my clit. She pulls back and grins at me before pulling me towards our cars. We get to Liz’s car when a huge gust of cold ass wind almost knocks us down and I feel my battle get close to an end. I hate the fucking cold. Hot piss starts pouring out of me as I lean against Liz’s car trying with everything I have in me to stop it. I grind my hand into my crotch and squeeze my leg together as tight as I can. I am almost crying I feel so embarrassed. The wetness flows into my pants and over my hand like they are nothing. I can’t seem to stop it and I feel my jeans getting soaked and the hot urine flowing over my ass and down my legs. Liz unclips my belt and pushes her hand down my pants and starts fingering my clit as I continue piss myself. She suddenly pushes her had down further and goes inside of me pushing in and out as I finish peeing and stand there soaked and embarrassed but feeling great and nervous as I am being fucked in a parking lot in plain view of everything. I come quicker than expected given the circumstances and sag against the car; physically and emotionally exhausted but feeling rather amazing in the aftermath of this very public experience even though no one caught us the possibility was terrifying enough. Luckily, Liz has everything in the world in her car so I was able to borrow a pair of yoga pants and go to her house to clean up and wash my clothes so my roommate wont find out. I won’t comment on the…activities we had though while my clothes were being washed though. But I will say they were amazing.
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