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Reminiscing....Putting it together.Part 3

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Posted by Wee Wendy on March 09, 1999 at 08:24
Continuing "thanks" to those who have encouraged me to finish this tome.
From a time reference, this part iPosted by Wee Wendy on March 09, 1999 at 08:24
Continuing "thanks" to those who have encouraged me to finish this tome.
From a time reference, this part is a continuation of the second part as it follows it immediatly.
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The "Tommy experience";
I quickly fell into my new nightly routine of peeing in my panties and jumping into bed. All was serene until I arrived home that Saturday afternoon. As soon as I walked through the door my mother motioned for me to follow her. She had a scowl on her face and didn't say a word. Dutifully I followed. She went into the laundry room and pointed to a pile of panties on the washing machine. They were mine and, even from where I stood, I could see that they were soiled. I went crimson. My mother crossed her arms and just stared at me. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? She waited and I waited. Finally she said something like "It better stop!" and walked out of the room. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. I had had the presence of mind to take an old towel to bed with me to protect the sheets but I had continued to put my panties into the hamper. My mother had an uncanny ability to smell urine. I guess I had given her a lot of experience when I was a child. Throughly embarrassed, I retreated to my room and thought about it for some time, establishing a plan for the future. Fortunately, my mother never raised the suject again.
The remainder of the summer was pretty mundane, in all aspects, from work to social life to my newfound activity. Tradition had school reopening the day after Labor Day. The Labor Day weekend was the busiest of the summer for the farm stand. To make sure we (the 4 girls) stayed, we were promised a $50 bonus. That was a LOT of money for the time and we all agreed to stay, even though it meant we wouldn't have any time off before school started. There were a few other traditions that also kicked in at the same time. One was that the first day of school was only a half day. The second was that most of the kids, at least those that weren't working, would take off for the beach that afternoon. There were 3 public beaches within a 5 to 7 minute drive of school. My mother wasn't too pleased with the idea but since Christine (the girl I worked with who was a senior) had offered to drive me, she relented. However, I arose to a foggy drizzle and my hopes for a fun day at the beach were dashed. I had packed a bag of my things the night before and as I went out the door to get the bus I decided there was no point in taking it. As luck would have it, the sun popped out just as the last class of the morning started. Michelle, who was in class with me, grabbed my arm as the bell rang, pulling me towards the door. I resisted, sulking. I told her I didn't bring my stuff and wouldn't be going. She tried to get me to go anyway but I wasn't going to be moved from my martyrdom. I sat in class as the others gleefully left. I got up as the last one went out the door. I decided to walk home rather than take the bus. As I walked across the parking lot I heard the honk of a horn. It was Christine along with Michelle and 3 other girls, all seniors. She pulled up along side and told me to get in. I protested but she prevailed and I climbed in back. It only took a few minutes to get caught up in the giddiness of the freedom from school. After another few minutes I noticed we weren't headed for any of the local beaches. I asked where we were going and Christine said we were headed for the state park beach, about 30 minutes away. I had been there once with my parents for a picnic. Once there, everybody piled out of the car. The others had changed into their bathing suits before leaving school. Here I was, in a dress. Another tradition. My mother had taken a picture of me the first day of school from Kindergarden on, and always in a dress. I walked towards the beach with Michelle. I thought we'd just walk out on the sand, pick a spot and flop. Not to be. We hit the sand and started walking. And walking. I ended up taking my sandals off and walked along the water. I thought back to just a few months before when the water seemed so cold. Now it almost seemed hot. I'm guessing, but we must have walked about 20 minutes before we saw a group of people up ahead. It was Christine's boyfriend and 4 other boys. They had come on ahead and set up a site. They had coolers and had a big pirate flag stuck into the sand. There was no one else around. The first thing I noticed was that all the boys had a beer in hand. I had my first experience with beer earlier that summer and didn't like it at all. I hoped there was some soda but when I looked, there was nothing but beer. They had also brought a cooler with hero sandwiches. We all started there. I resisted the thought of drinking any beer until the dryness in my throat became almost unbearable. After the heros were gone the guys headed for the water, challenging the girls to follow. Michelle admitted that she had to pee and that it was probably a good idea. Of course that put that idea into my head. As they all retreated towards the water, I decided to get some sun. Working outside the whole summer, my face and arms were almost chocolate in color. But, wearing jeans, my legs were white. I lay back on Michelle's towel, pulling my skirt up to my upper thighs, carefully tucking it into my crotch. It only took a few minutes to drift off to sleep as the combination of the beer and the warm sun did its job. I don't know how long I slept but it was Michelle who woke me. I've always had to pee immediately after waking, be it a short nap or an all night sleep. This was no different. I looked around to see if there was some place I could hide so I could pee. We were out on a sand spit, about 20 feet wide with water on both sides. There was nothing. No beach grass and no trees. I looked back towards where the park pavillion was and I figured I'd have to walk 15 minutes to find a hiding place. I sat there for a minute in a small panic. Most of the others had taken places on their respective beach towels. We all know hind sight is 20/20 and I still have no idea why I chose to do what I did. But I got up and walked down to the water. As warm as it was, it was still cold to my bodily system. I took about 3 steps in with the water up to the bottom of my calves. Even though my dress was about knee length, like so many do who walk in the water with a skirt or dress on, I pulled it up a bit. Then, just as when my mother sprayed me with the cold water at home, I involuntarily started to pee. There was no wind with only a slight lapping of the water on the shore. The sound of my pee hitting the water sounded like the ocean in a storm, at least to me it did. I nervously looked back at the group on the beach. The one boy who wasn't a senior and the only one I even knew slightly, was staring right at me. I tried to stop. I couldn't. It just poured out through my panties into the water. Then the unthinkable happened. The boy got up and headed towards me. I was still peeing! I have no idea what the expression on my face was. The boy approached with a silly grin on his face and asked if I was alright. I felt almost the same as when my mother confronted me with all my soiled panties. I couldn't speak and I continued to look down into the water. When I finally stoped peeing, I looked at him and munbled something about not being able to help it. It was then I noticed what was becoming a familiar sight for when I wet myself in the presence of a boy. A bulge in the front of his bathing suit! He saw me look and he didn't make any attempt to cover up or hide it. For some stupid reason I was embarassed for him, not me. He broke the ensuing silence with a shocking question. He asked me if I had ever had this sort of thing happen before. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a boy ask me about having "accidents". It wasn't something they were supposed to talk about. I again mumbled my reply but it was an affirmative, giving him courage to continue his persuit. I just wanted to leave. Period. But I knew that wasn't going to happen. It was probably only 3 PM. I don't know why I didn't screw up the courage to tell him to get lost, but I didn't. We stood there, in the water, for about 15 minutes. Him asking questions and me giving bits and pieces of answers. Finally, Christine's boyfriend called him to play frisbee. When that happened I was relieved but also found out his name, Tommy.
When I got back to the beach towel and Michelle, she wanted to know what was going on. I told her he had watched me pee into the water and she thought I was kidding. She didn't believe me and tried to feel my panties. We wrestled a bit and finally she got her feel. The look on her face was priceless. Then she wanted to know word for word what we had said. It wasn't long before everybody was involved in the frisbee game. When it was over, the others headed for the water again. I went back to the towel and decided to get some sun on the back of my legs, I lay down on my stomach being careful to pull my dress up in front so as not to get it wet. I pulled it up in back to expose my upper thighs and tucked it in under my thighs and promptly went off to sleep. Again, it was Michelle who woke me. She was laughing, telling me I had been flashing everyone with my wet panties. I guess I had rolled onto my side and the dress came untucked. The usual afternoon wind had picked up and had caught it and had blown it up over my butt. I wanted to hide under the towel or, even better, dig a hole and crawl into it. By now it was getting towards 5 PM. I went looking for Christine. She was locked in an embrace with her boyfriend and when I tapped her on the shoulder to ask when we were leaving she just rolled back into his arms. That put me into full panic mode. When I left home in the morning I told Mom I wasn't going to the beach because of the weather. I hadn't called to tell her I had changed my mind, hoping that she would figure that with the good weather, I had. But I needed to get home for supper. (The reasons are too long to explain here) I asked Michelle what she was going to do and she was no help at all. She was into her 4th beer and it was showing. The only other one that I knew, even a little, was Tommy. I walked over to where he was sitting and squatted down beside him. He noted my position and cracked something about peeing again. Embarassing as that was, my need to get home was overriding it. I asked and, unbelievably, he had a car. There was only one thing though. He had a condition. I was desperate and blurted out something stupid like "anything!". The look in his eyes was, well, I wont say demonical, but close. I ignored it, fearing the wrath of my parents even more. I didn't ask what it was when he started to get up. I was just thankful he was. I didn't have anything but my sandals and I told Michelle I was leaving as he picked his things up.
We started back and nothing was said for about 15 minutes. He broke the ice by making small talk. I got the distinct impression he was a little nervous himself. That gave me some courage and I asked questions about him.
We were about 5 minutes from the pavillion when he made the first attempt to put forth his condition. I started to get nervous but, in retrospect, he was as nervous as I was. After a couple of abortive attempts he finally got it out. He wanted to see my wet panties, which, by then, were dry. I don't think the sigh was audible but it should have been. I had all sorts of things in my mind and that was not one of them. I stopped right there, looked around and not seeing anyone close, grabbed the sides of my dress and pulled them up. I did a slow pirouette, full circle, and let the dress drop. The bulge was back in his bathing suit! Now, for the first time, I went on the attack. I asked him why my weetting had excited him. This time it was him who was stammering. He couldn't give me a definitive answer. I asked him if he had ever seen a girl do it before me. He said he had, twice. I asked him what he saw and he told me. I believed him. At that point, though, reality kicked in and I told him we had to get going.
The half hour trip home was interesting, at best, as we both probed the unknown. I had someone to ask questions of and he had the same.
The ups and downs of that day are inscribed indelibly into my memory. All the pieces were finally in place.
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All of this has gotten in the way of the "Real World". But, if enough of you request it, I can continue to the next level.
s a continuation of the second part as it follows it immediatly.
______________________
The "Tommy experience";
I quickly fell into my new nightly routine of peeing in my panties and jumping into bed. All was serene until I arrived home that Saturday afternoon. As soon as I walked through the door my mother motioned for me to follow her. She had a scowl on her face and didn't say a word. Dutifully I followed. She went into the laundry room and pointed to a pile of panties on the washing machine. They were mine and, even from where I stood, I could see that they were soiled. I went crimson. My mother crossed her arms and just stared at me. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? She waited and I waited. Finally she said something like "It better stop!" and walked out of the room. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. I had had the presence of mind to take an old towel to bed with me to protect the sheets but I had continued to put my panties into the hamper. My mother had an uncanny ability to smell urine. I guess I had given her a lot of experience when I was a child. Throughly embarrassed, I retreated to my room and thought about it for some time, establishing a plan for the future. Fortunately, my mother never raised the suject again.
The remainder of the summer was pretty mundane, in all aspects, from work to social life to my newfound activity. Tradition had school reopening the day after Labor Day. The Labor Day weekend was the busiest of the summer for the farm stand. To make sure we (the 4 girls) stayed, we were promised a $50 bonus. That was a LOT of money for the time and we all agreed to stay, even though it meant we wouldn't have any time off before school started. There were a few other traditions that also kicked in at the same time. One was that the first day of school was only a half day. The second was that most of the kids, at least those that weren't working, would take off for the beach that afternoon. There were 3 public beaches within a 5 to 7 minute drive of school. My mother wasn't too pleased with the idea but since Christine (the girl I worked with who was a senior) had offered to drive me, she relented. However, I arose to a foggy drizzle and my hopes for a fun day at the beach were dashed. I had packed a bag of my things the night before and as I went out the door to get the bus I decided there was no point in taking it. As luck would have it, the sun popped out just as the last class of the morning started. Michelle, who was in class with me, grabbed my arm as the bell rang, pulling me towards the door. I resisted, sulking. I told her I didn't bring my stuff and wouldn't be going. She tried to get me to go anyway but I wasn't going to be moved from my martyrdom. I sat in class as the others gleefully left. I got up as the last one went out the door. I decided to walk home rather than take the bus. As I walked across the parking lot I heard the honk of a horn. It was Christine along with Michelle and 3 other girls, all seniors. She pulled up along side and told me to get in. I protested but she prevailed and I climbed in back. It only took a few minutes to get caught up in the giddiness of the freedom from school. After another few minutes I noticed we weren't headed for any of the local beaches. I asked where we were going and Christine said we were headed for the state park beach, about 30 minutes away. I had been there once with my parents for a picnic. Once there, everybody piled out of the car. The others had changed into their bathing suits before leaving school. Here I was, in a dress. Another tradition. My mother had taken a picture of me the first day of school from Kindergarden on, and always in a dress. I walked towards the beach with Michelle. I thought we'd just walk out on the sand, pick a spot and flop. Not to be. We hit the sand and started walking. And walking. I ended up taking my sandals off and walked along the water. I thought back to just a few months before when the water seemed so cold. Now it almost seemed hot. I'm guessing, but we must have walked about 20 minutes before we saw a group of people up ahead. It was Christine's boyfriend and 4 other boys. They had come on ahead and set up a site. They had coolers and had a big pirate flag stuck into the sand. There was no one else around. The first thing I noticed was that all the boys had a beer in hand. I had my first experience with beer earlier that summer and didn't like it at all. I hoped there was some soda but when I looked, there was nothing but beer. They had also brought a cooler with hero sandwiches. We all started there. I resisted the thought of drinking any beer until the dryness in my throat became almost unbearable. After the heros were gone the guys headed for the water, challenging the girls to follow. Michelle admitted that she had to pee and that it was probably a good idea. Of course that put that idea into my head. As they all retreated towards the water, I decided to get some sun. Working outside the whole summer, my face and arms were almost chocolate in color. But, wearing jeans, my legs were white. I lay back on Michelle's towel, pulling my skirt up to my upper thighs, carefully tucking it into my crotch. It only took a few minutes to drift off to sleep as the combination of the beer and the warm sun did its job. I don't know how long I slept but it was Michelle who woke me. I've always had to pee immediately after waking, be it a short nap or an all night sleep. This was no different. I looked around to see if there was some place I could hide so I could pee. We were out on a sand spit, about 20 feet wide with water on both sides. There was nothing. No beach grass and no trees. I looked back towards where the park pavillion was and I figured I'd have to walk 15 minutes to find a hiding place. I sat there for a minute in a small panic. Most of the others had taken places on their respective beach towels. We all know hind sight is 20/20 and I still have no idea why I chose to do what I did. But I got up and walked down to the water. As warm as it was, it was still cold to my bodily system. I took about 3 steps in with the water up to the bottom of my calves. Even though my dress was about knee length, like so many do who walk in the water with a skirt or dress on, I pulled it up a bit. Then, just as when my mother sprayed me with the cold water at home, I involuntarily started to pee. There was no wind with only a slight lapping of the water on the shore. The sound of my pee hitting the water sounded like the ocean in a storm, at least to me it did. I nervously looked back at the group on the beach. The one boy who wasn't a senior and the only one I even knew slightly, was staring right at me. I tried to stop. I couldn't. It just poured out through my panties into the water. Then the unthinkable happened. The boy got up and headed towards me. I was still peeing! I have no idea what the expression on my face was. The boy approached with a silly grin on his face and asked if I was alright. I felt almost the same as when my mother confronted me with all my soiled panties. I couldn't speak and I continued to look down into the water. When I finally stoped peeing, I looked at him and munbled something about not being able to help it. It was then I noticed what was becoming a familiar sight for when I wet myself in the presence of a boy. A bulge in the front of his bathing suit! He saw me look and he didn't make any attempt to cover up or hide it. For some stupid reason I was embarassed for him, not me. He broke the ensuing silence with a shocking question. He asked me if I had ever had this sort of thing happen before. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a boy ask me about having "accidents". It wasn't something they were supposed to talk about. I again mumbled my reply but it was an affirmative, giving him courage to continue his persuit. I just wanted to leave. Period. But I knew that wasn't going to happen. It was probably only 3 PM. I don't know why I didn't screw up the courage to tell him to get lost, but I didn't. We stood there, in the water, for about 15 minutes. Him asking questions and me giving bits and pieces of answers. Finally, Christine's boyfriend called him to play frisbee. When that happened I was relieved but also found out his name, Tommy.
When I got back to the beach towel and Michelle, she wanted to know what was going on. I told her he had watched me pee into the water and she thought I was kidding. She didn't believe me and tried to feel my panties. We wrestled a bit and finally she got her feel. The look on her face was priceless. Then she wanted to know word for word what we had said. It wasn't long before everybody was involved in the frisbee game. When it was over, the others headed for the water again. I went back to the towel and decided to get some sun on the back of my legs, I lay down on my stomach being careful to pull my dress up in front so as not to get it wet. I pulled it up in back to expose my upper thighs and tucked it in under my thighs and promptly went off to sleep. Again, it was Michelle who woke me. She was laughing, telling me I had been flashing everyone with my wet panties. I guess I had rolled onto my side and the dress came untucked. The usual afternoon wind had picked up and had caught it and had blown it up over my butt. I wanted to hide under the towel or, even better, dig a hole and crawl into it. By now it was getting towards 5 PM. I went looking for Christine. She was locked in an embrace with her boyfriend and when I tapped her on the shoulder to ask when we were leaving she just rolled back into his arms. That put me into full panic mode. When I left home in the morning I told Mom I wasn't going to the beach because of the weather. I hadn't called to tell her I had changed my mind, hoping that she would figure that with the good weather, I had. But I needed to get home for supper. (The reasons are too long to explain here) I asked Michelle what she was going to do and she was no help at all. She was into her 4th beer and it was showing. The only other one that I knew, even a little, was Tommy. I walked over to where he was sitting and squatted down beside him. He noted my position and cracked something about peeing again. Embarassing as that was, my need to get home was overriding it. I asked and, unbelievably, he had a car. There was only one thing though. He had a condition. I was desperate and blurted out something stupid like "anything!". The look in his eyes was, well, I wont say demonical, but close. I ignored it, fearing the wrath of my parents even more. I didn't ask what it was when he started to get up. I was just thankful he was. I didn't have anything but my sandals and I told Michelle I was leaving as he picked his things up.
We started back and nothing was said for about 15 minutes. He broke the ice by making small talk. I got the distinct impression he was a little nervous himself. That gave me some courage and I asked questions about him.
We were about 5 minutes from the pavillion when he made the first attempt to put forth his condition. I started to get nervous but, in retrospect, he was as nervous as I was. After a couple of abortive attempts he finally got it out. He wanted to see my wet panties, which, by then, were dry. I don't think the sigh was audible but it should have been. I had all sorts of things in my mind and that was not one of them. I stopped right there, looked around and not seeing anyone close, grabbed the sides of my dress and pulled them up. I did a slow pirouette, full circle, and let the dress drop. The bulge was back in his bathing suit! Now, for the first time, I went on the attack. I asked him why my weetting had excited him. This time it was him who was stammering. He couldn't give me a definitive answer. I asked him if he had ever seen a girl do it before me. He said he had, twice. I asked him what he saw and he told me. I believed him. At that point, though, reality kicked in and I told him we had to get going.
The half hour trip home was interesting, at best, as we both probed the unknown. I had someone to ask questions of and he had the same.
The ups and downs of that day are inscribed indelibly into my memory. All the pieces were finally in place.
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All of this has gotten in the way of the "Real World". But, if enough of you request it, I can continue to the next level.

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