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Shy Guy Sweet and shy Luke finally had a date. Much to his surprise, and delight, his beautiful, bold lab partner, Suzan, had asked him if he wanted to go disc golfing while it was still warm enough to do so. Luke had blushed and stammered, but managed to accept, and Suzan had laughed, her long, coal-black hair shinning blue under the fluorescent lab lights. Luke had been too shy to look in her eyes at that moment, but he knew they were an ice blue, which made him think, in a not-unflattering way, of Siamese cats. She looked amazing, and Luke was so happy she had asked him. Although Luke knew he was attractive, he also knew his shyness around girls, and overall softness was often mistaken for, well, being gay, and thus disinterested. He couldn’t help it, but he had a very strong feminine side. He was a very pretty boy, clean-cut, few tattoos carefully hidden in public at nearly all times. He had sandy-blonde hair and hazel eyes. He fancied he bore a resemblance to Brad Pitt, a younger brother, maybe. The big date was set for Thursday, a day when neither of them had classes. Suzan suggested, and offered to supply a picnic lunch, and the music, and asked Luke to bring the Hoo shik. Wednesday night he took care of that, picking up an eighth from his guy, and an oversize chocolate cupcake from a specialty cupcake shop. Since Luke had no car since making the move from up north to go to college in the city, he offered his roommate and new bestie, Chad, a couple bowls in exchange for use of his car for the date. Chad, who knew how much his dear friend’s shyness was mistaken for other things, was really excited and supportive of him, and gladly gave him the keys and smoked the bowls with him before he had to leave to pick up the lovely Suzan. He also helped Luke select his outfit for the date: his American Eagle khakis to be casual, but not a scrub; a polo by the same maker, borrowed from Chad; his newest and best boxer briefs and socks. He gave Luke as many tips as he could, but he didn’t think Luke heard much; he was too nervous. One of the tips Chad tried to suggest to Luke was You might want to pee before you leave. He knew Luke hadn’t heard that, though, because he left their off-campus apartment without making a bathroom stop. He just nodded when Chad said good-bye and wished him good luck and told him he’d be fine for the fifteenth time. Chad watched him walk out the side door from their kitchen window. Luke went into the garage. Moments later, Chad heard his car start. When Luke successfully backed the car down the drive without hitting the house, or any cars or people in the street, Chad decided his friend would be okay and went back to his essay. * * * * Luke managed to pick up Suzan in front of the off-campus apartment she shared with two other girls. She had the promised picnic lunch with her, and her discs, and she smiled her whitening-bleach smile and chatted vivaciously as he drove them to Rainbow Park. From the lot, she led him on a short hike uphill, where there was a nice view of the acres and acres of colorful fall park. Most of the leaves had not yet fallen, and Suzan had no problem finding a place to spread the blanket that was free of leaves, still warm, green grass. She turned on her iPod to a song Luke didn’t recognize, but he liked it. Nice rhythm. He hadn’t said much, but he hadn’t stopped smiling either. He had been a little worried his nervousness would embarrass him in some way; he had wet his pants at a dance at the rec center back at home, something he hadn’t even told Chad. He had been in the process of asking a girl to dance. He still had to hear about it years later back home. It was one reason why he opted to go to a school five hours south in a much larger city, where none of his former classmates went. Everything seemed to be going great. Over a picnic lunch of chicken salad, Triscuit crackers, slices of cheese, and a large thermos of homemade sweet tea, music played softly the background, and Luke actually found himself comfortable enough to laugh out loud, and talk about things other than chemistry lab with that TA who was really a DA. He found out that Suzan hadn’t yet decided on her major either. He found out she was an only child (of a preacher, at that!). Luke boldly laughed and ventured a joke about preachers’ kids and cops’ kids, and luckily, she laughed. Luke was beginning to relax, but as he assumed a more casual pose, stretching out on the blanket as they got ready to smoke a joint, he realized his bladder was getting full. Oh no, Luke thought. He was far to shy to excuse himself. He hoped he could wait to pee until after the date, but he could already feel how distended his bladder was. He tried to adjust the waistband of his khakis subtly, but he soon realized that to have any relief, he’d have to undo them, and his belt, too. He sat up and leaned back on his palms, trying to assume a casual, model-like pose. His bladder throbbed. The weed wasn’t helping him hold it either. It was harsh, and made him cough. Whenever he broke out into a coughing fit, he had to squeeze his legs together, his overfull bladder threatening to give. He knew then he wouldn’t be able to wait until he was back at home. He would have to wait until Suzan excused herself, then he could sneak a pee in the bushes. He hoped she would do it soon. But she seemed pretty comfy, stretched out on her tummy, messing with her iPod. She found what she wanted, apparently, because she put her sunglasses on and turned over, on to her back. Luke didn’t recognize the music. It didn’t even have any words, just weird, abstract sounds. He didn’t like it. Or, Luke thought, maybe I’m just getting irritable because I really, really, really have to pee. Suzan sighed and stretched her arms and made a comment about perfect days and followed it with a silly chortle. Luke didn’t respond. He was trying hard not to squirm. He turned over on to his side, and got a little comfort. His bladder cramped, and he winced, but felt better after it passed. Suzan looked at him. “Are you okay?” Luke hoped he wasn’t blushing, but it felt like he was. “Uh-huh.” “Did you want to go toss the discs around?” She asked, as she started repacking the remnants of lunch and gathering their trash. Luke had taken advantage of her diverted attention to carefully loosen his belt and unbutton his pants, and he was startled enough when he heard her speak to make his bladder cramp again, and he nearly couldn’t stop it from emptying. He wanted to hold his cock so bad, but he knew he couldn’t, not in front of pretty Suzan. He focused all his energy in not wetting his khakis. He cursed himself for wearing khakis. Then, a spurt of pee gushed into his boxer briefs. He looked down in dread, but it didn’t show on the khakis. “Luke?” Suzan asked. Now all of her attention was focused on him. She could see he was sweating, and blushing. “Yeah?” His reply came fast and breathless, and suddenly, he knew it was over. There was no more holding it. He leaped up and began to pee dance frantically, holding his crotch. “Oh, noooo…” Luke moaned, as the long-held, hot pee gushed from his cock and poured into his soft cotton boxer briefs and preppy khakis. He couldn’t stop it. The pee ran through his cords and through his fingers, down his legs, and dripped all over Suzan’s blanket. The sound of him wetting his pants was very loud in the quiet of the soft autumn afternoon, and soon he could hear water on water, he was soaking the blanket, making a puddle, and filling his skate shoes with piss. But his body had taken over, and he was powerless to move until his bladder was empty. When he stopped, he couldn’t even look at Suzan. It was like reliving the rec center dance all over again, only this time there were far less people around to witness what had gone down. There was only one witness, but she was one he had to face the rest of the semester, every Tuesday morning from eight until nine-fifty. At least she wasn’t laughing. He turned away, and struggled with his emotions, and how to explain what had just happened. He was torn between sheer relief he no longer had to pee, shame, embarrassment, and panic about Suzan’s potentially negative reaction. Suzan was quiet for a long time. But, when she spoke, her voice was soft. “Oh, you poor sweet thing…it’s okay, Luke.” Her hands caressed his shoulders, and she stood on tiptoe to kiss the back of his neck. “You’re just shy…and probably pee shy.” There she laughed, but it was really more of a sweet, playful giggle, and quite suddenly, she grabbed him tight and swung herself around him in a tight hug, completely ignoring the wet khakis! She planted a big kiss on his surprised mouth, and gave him a big, happy grin. “And, lucky for you, I love that, and I think it’s totally adorable!”
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