The Dream Team
Part 7c
By Tinker, April 1998
Arrived in her room, Alice quickly kicked off her high heels and
unbuttoned her blouse. As pretty as these garments were, she silently
preferred sneakers and sweaters. The same for her leather mini: wide,
longer skirts offered other types of fun that were at least as nice.
Although her experiences of this morning certainly called for more.
Wetting and wearing wet panties with only a few inches of thin shielding
between the stain and the world was great, and sitting down afterwards
was exciting as well. But Alice was a bit against the tightness of
Cindy's leather skirts; flaring was better. She pulled the zipper down
and slid the skirt down her legs. Her blue panties looked terrific: the
front and the back were wonderfully ocean blue, the rest just pale blue.
They should sell this pattern woven in, Alice fantasised, so that
everybody could enjoy it all the time.
As she pulled her soft, tight blue and white cheerleader uniform sweater
over her head, Alice couldn't help but think of Cindy wearing it. She
was so pretty, it made her glow. The uniform skirt followed, and Alice
took care to keep it away from her wet panties. She really liked wearing
wet panties, and took the opportunity to just keep them on. It wouldn't
be that hard to get a new pair wet in short time, but walking out onto
the lawn wearing an already marked uniform was naughtier. Now only her
white high boots. Soon, Alice looked at herself in the mirror, and
smiled. This was still the best way to show off, she thought, and turned
aside to view her profile. Almost as pretty as Cindy's, she thought.
Carefully she slid her hands down her breasts, and sighed. Lovely
sweater. Her hands went on down, and she rested them on her thighs.
Would she? She had promised not to. But the flesh was weak.
Alice turned directly to the mirror, parted her legs a bit to look more
attractive and slipped her right hand down her skirt's waistband.
Careful not to disturb her appearance, she put two fingers at the right
place against her wet panties and rubbed a little. Oh bliss! A little
more. Just a little more.
At that moment, heels clicked in the corridor and Cindy entered,
impeccable as always. As soon as she saw Alice standing in front of the
mirror, she yelled: "Hey! We had an agreement! Not on your own, dammit!"
Alice blushed and wanted to apologize, but Cindy said: "I understand,
this morning was pretty exciting for you. Okay, come here." Cindy sat
down on the back end of the bed, careful not to touch the covers with
her panties but only with her skirt, and simply opened her knees widely.
Her soaking wet panties invitingly winked at Alice. Without a word,
Alice came over and sat down on Cindy's right thigh, looking for the
right spot. Cindy felt Alice's warm and moist panties brush over her
leg and sighed from pleasure. Alice now had found her favourite position,
and started to ride. With her eyes closed and her skirt flipping
slightly up and down, she needed only twenty seconds to fully blow up.
Moaning she threw herself against Cindy, who now got pretty hot as well.
But she denied herself the release and promised herself to make up for
it tonight, and good. Rubbing Alice's back and squeezing their breasts
together, she let her friend enjoy every second of her orgasm and then
cool off. After a minute, Alice gave her a kiss and stood up: "Thanks,
Cindy. I really needed that. Sorry for starting it alone." Cindy replied
that it was no problem, and went to the bathroom. After a quick cleanup
she dressed in her uniform, with spotless clean panties as usual. Alice
liked to be wet, Cindy liked to get wet. A small difference, easy to
overcome. They inspected each other's outfit, hugged, and then went
downstairs hand in hand.
On the lawn, Diana and Ann were doing silly stretching exercises; the
others still were inside, changing. But soon, Janice and Melissa joined
the four and then Maureen and Jane came outside. Everybody joined in
with the stretching and at a certain moment they all found themselves
standing with their legs widely apart, ready to go. Maureen was the
first to start giggling, soon followed by Diana and Ann and the rest.
"Hey girls, I think it becomes a bit too obvious what we're doing," Jane
announced. "If we just end up standing like we are about to pee in our
panties without really thinking, we might eventually start wetting our
uniforms without thinking." "Okay then," Diana replied, "Let's try to
stay dry until lunch." A common protest roared up, and she had to
change plans: "Well, then try to wet yourself inconspicuously. Let's
pretend that it is something absolutely normal. Something that we got
taught by our mothers when we got out of diapers or such, you know. Just
as blowing your nose." Jane enthusiastically added: "Yes, so when you
want to go, you just say `excuse me,' and turn a bit away." "Suppose
that it would be impolite to show the world your panties while you are
peeing into them, but that before and after weeing, it would be no real
problem flashing!" Maureen contributed. "Just as with handkerchiefs; and
you don't look afterwards to see what you did in them as well."
Everybody grinned and agreed. "So from now on, if you want to sneeze,
turn away and squat down like a decent girl."
The exercises were pretty tough, the girls soon discovered. Diana kept
raising the bar on them as they got closer to the new season. They
forgot about wet panties and soon only could think about their hurting
muscles. Irritatingly, Diana herself seemed to be immune to any pain,
as she effortlessly demonstrated the most gruelling inhuman twists of
her body while talking. But they could follow, nonetheless. After thirty
minutes of sheer hell, Diana called a break and the girls fell down on
the grass, groaning, passing around bottles of water. "Hey, this camp is
supposed to be fun," Alice complained. "You will have enough fun, I
assure you," Diana replied, "but we really need to work on our
performance. Just looking pretty in our new uniforms won't be enough to
convince any jury. We also need to innocently flash panties, and believe
me, you all did a great job just doing that!" Giggling. "Come on, we
aren't finished yet." Diana wrapped her left leg three times around her
neck and stretched her arm to touch the ground while still standing up.
More groaning. "She's a witch," Jane mumbled. "Good! I want to become
one," Cindy whispered, and copied Diana's sorcery almost completely.
They tortured on for another half an hour or so, after which Diana switched
over to less strenuous exercises. The girls now felt that familiar excitement
returning to their groins, and started looking at each other from the corners
of their eyes. Who would be the first to sneeze? Did Alice's stained panties
stay as they were, or did she secretly refresh them? How long could Diana
keep it dry, not having wet since getting out of bed today? But none of the
girls wanted to be the first to pull out her handkerchief. They kept looking,
carefully covering their panties now, waiting for the right moment to calmly
use their uniform as they had been taught to. Ann saw Jane checking her skirt,
and swallowed. Janice had her feet just a bit too far apart for the current
exercise. Cindy went through her knees every time she could. Maureen started
to pluck at her underwear. It could be any moment now. Jane? Janice? Ann?
"Atishoo! Sorry." Maureen blushed and wiped her nose with the back of her
hand. Laughter broke out as everybody got back into reality. "Okay
girls, have another break. We'll do one more session before lunch."
While most girls sat down on the grass again, Diana walked over to the
stairs leading to the front door of the manor. "I'm getting out of the
sun for a moment. It's getting hot." She sat down and pulled up her
knees, taking the same pose as the girl she had witnessed playing years
ago. Diana knew very well that all the other girls watched her very,
very closely now, even if they pretended not to. Let them wait just a
bit longer. She looked down between her thighs at her blue panties. The
contrast with her red uniform skirt was just a bit too challenging, she
thought. Red under white would be better. It seemed more innocent, in a
way.
Diana kept teasing the others for at least five minutes, and finally they
gave up. Maureen, who had been sitting on her knees with her ass on her
ankles and her skirt decently down, interrupted her lively conversation
with Ann and held her breath. They both looked down at Maureen's skirt
while she started to press. Invisibly but without room for any doubt,
Maureen did a civilized little cough in her handkerchief. Smiling, she
looked at Ann: "It seems that I caught some hay fever." Ann smiled back:
"Never mind, but you better blow your nose then. If you don't it will
start to itch and you will be sneezing for hours." Maureen nodded, and
moved her knees apart on the grass. Two more little sneezes followed
before she could raise herself on her knees and get her handkerchief
properly set up: sweater tight, skirt smoothly down, hair out of the
way. Then she looked at Ann, took a deep breath and blew her nose. While
Maureen delightfully initiated her uniform for the day, Ann could hear
the hissing in her panties, and remembered that seeing somebody sneeze
causes an irresistable urge to sneeze as well. Just like yawning. She
sat up, squatting with her knees tightly together, and prepared for a
fine, relieving sneeze in her pretty red handkerchief.
With Maureen starting to heavily leak between her thighs and Ann waiting
for her sneeze to come up, the other girl's attention was briefly
diverted from Diana's impeccable underwear towards more acute events.
Diana smiled, calmly looked down between her thighs, and played the
little girl out of her memories. The dark stain appeared halfway down
her blue triangle, very quickly expanded down her panties, went left and
right, and then hit the concrete of the stairs. With a little,
glistening stream just jetting through the fabric, Diana peed in her
uniform panties as if she was just sitting on the toilet. Her pee
cascaded down the stairs and formed a dark patch between her feet, and
then further down. Here she was, wearing her full cheerleader uniform,
on an official training camp, with seven eager girls to teach all they
had to know, and she was delightfully wetting her outfit in full view of
everybody. She leaned a bit backwards and supported herself with her
hands flat on the plateau, closing her knees and eyes. Her uniform
certainly was part of the fun, but the warm, glowing feeling between her
thighs and down her bum was just delicious.
Apparently the signs now became undeniable, since she heared Jane yell:
"Hey, look at her! The witch got away!" Diana sighed and pushed harder.
Still sitting up, she got fantasies of tomorrow morning. Slowly she let
herself slide back, until she was almost flat on her back with her knees
pulled up. Yes, tomorrow when she would wake up, still warm and rosy,
she would lay like this and wet her bed. Together with Ann. With still
some wee to spare, Diana's fantasies drifted on, and during the final
spurts into her now soaking wet panties, she got carried away by the
thought of her boyfriend now laying on top of her, caressing everything
that mattered, taking care of all her needs. Her hips started to gyrate
a bit while she wrapped her arms around her body, and her last drops
into her underwear got accompanied by an intense feeling of comfort,
warmth, a sweet sensation in her belly and all other things that her
boyfriend could get her to experience. Diana came without sound, laying
on her back on top of the stairs, with her uniform sharply contrasting
with the triangular shade that had developed on the stairs between her
legs.
"She *is* a witch," Jane mumbled. "Getting off without even touching
herself." "Oh, that's nothing," Melissa answered, pulling her skirt
away from under her bum. "I get off all the time without touching
myself." Jane jealously looked aside: "Yeah, *you* can let the touching
be done for you." Melissa stopped dead in her preparations to pee in
her uniform and then sat back down onto the lawn. "Eh... do you mean...
you never... I mean... with a boy..." Jane now realized that she had
given herself away and blushed: "Shhhh... don't let the others know..."
But Melissa could not be stopped: "Hey girls, did you know that Jane's
still a virgin?" Even Diana raised her head with interest. "What? Jane?
Come on!" But Jane's red face and her complete lack of any witty reply
told the girls enough. Ann, still squatted, even forgot to sneeze.
With Diana straightening her skirt and coming down the stairs, looking
back to the river delta in admiration of her bladder capacity, Jane
still could not really speak. The girls gathered around her and pounded
her with questions: "But how? You are pretty, witty, smart... Everybody
likes you... There's nothing to it... It does not really hurt... Why?"
Diana sat down in the circle and decided to play teacher again. "Quiet,
girls. She must have a very good reason to stay away from sex. I admit
that her attitude would suggest otherwise, but there *are* girls---and
boys!---who just prefer to stay a virgin. Look at me. It was not until I
met my boyfriend last year that it happened to me, and even then, Ann
had to set us up." Now it was Jane's turn to be amazed: "What? You?
Only last year?" Diana shrugged. "Not even seven months ago. I still can
count the occasions." Janice leaned over: "Yes?" Diana bit her lip and
tried to sink into the ground, but she could not escape. All girls
looked at her in full confidence that she would throw her cards onto the
table. With a little voice, she whispered something. "What? We could
not hear it. Louder!" "Thirty-eight."
Jane calculated for a moment. "But that's only just over once a week!
How do you manage? I mean, I really can't help it, I must release myself
more often than that." Diana smiled: "Rest assured, I did as well. But
it makes a difference when you find somebody you really like. You start
sorta saving things up, and when it then happens again, the result is
quite satisfying. Enough for a week, believe me. And then, I did not
count both evenings and mornings." Ann and Maureen joined in: "Diana's
right. You need less of the real thing," "My boyfriend and I agreed to
stay away from solitairy handywork except for emergencies, and it works."
Alice and Cindy looked at each other and giggled. Melissa kept her mouth
shut and pondered whether a steady boyfriend would be any good for her.
Janice sighed and remembered that it used to be this way until she and
her boyfriend broke up, four months ago. Since then, her solitairy handywork
had considerably improved.
Ann asked: "But Jane, is something bothering you, or is it just a free
choice, or...?" Jane shrugged: "I'm not against sex before marriage, if
that is what you mean. It is just that the right guy did not yet pass
by. Most guys seem to like me alright, in class and such, but after
lectures are over, they all hurry away to their girlfriends." Ann
nodded. She had noticed this. Jane was popular as a student, probably
because of her good grades and helpful attitude towards others. She was
always approachable for help, even with mundane things such as computer
stuff. In which she seemed to be extraordinarily capable, by the way.
"But Jane, you have to admit that spending most of your time in the
computer labs, hacking Unix and programming MUDs, is not the best way to
get a boyfriend," Diana said. Jane stared at her: "You're a Mac type!
What do you know about hacking Unix?" Diana smiled: "Nothing, but my
boyfriend administers the university's Unix cluster and he told me that
you seem to know your way around the system and beyond quite well." Jane
blushed, again.
Alice moved over and laid her hand on Jane's shoulder: "Don't take this
as criticism, but you *could* be just a bit more assertive. Show your
face outside the labs. Go out." "But I don't like to go out," Jane
complained. "Especially not to pick up a boyfriend. Sorry Melissa, this
is not personal. I would really like to have a boyfriend to share
evenings with and to cook together and, alright, to sleep with, but I am
not that desperate. I don't like one-night stands, and I never got even
asked for a date myself. The two, no three boys that I fancied ran away
as soon as I inquired. No, I can wait. The True one will come by." Diana
swallowed and thought about herself, one year ago. "I understand, Jane.
It was exactly the same with me, exactly. I waited for the white knight
on the black horse. It took until I was 28 before he passed, and I had
to drag him off his horse to get him to notice me." Laughter. "Don't
force these things, it won't make you happy." Jane nodded, and Janice
took over: "In the mean time, you could try to look like somebody who is
interested in a relationship. Be approachable. Use dirty tricks to get
them interested. You'll be amazed how many boys will be swarming around
you and ask you out if you show just a bit more awareness." Jane's eyes
asked for more. Janice looked around. Everybody nodded, including Diana.
"Okay, Jane, this evening we will take care of you. You can decide for
yourself how far you will go, we won't push you into bed with a hunk.
But you *will* get requests to go outside for a moment, we guarantee
you." Jane whispered: "How?" Ann leaned forward: "No jeans tonight,
Jane. And no boring loose T-shirt either. That's not you." Jane
protested: "But I like those clothes! What else should I wear? I hate
looking like somebody who wants to be picked up, I don't have the body
for that type of gear, and besides, I don't have anything with me." Ann
just smiled. "Jane, stop separating worlds. You have the best possible
outfit right at hand. You don't even have to change. Just break in your
panties, it will certainly bring you luck." Jane opened her eyes wide:
"I am *not* going out in my uniform! No way! That's only for official
cheerleading, I would be terrified to wear it elsewhere! It will make me
look like an idiot!"
Ann now squatted before Jane and took her hands. "It will not. Come on,
squat. Come on." Reluctantly, Jane squatted. "You will be wearing your
cheerleader skirt tonight, and your flashy uniform panties. Sweater,
we'll see. Bare legs, for sure. Nothing wrong with your legs. Sexy
boots. And now you do a wee into your panties for luck. Tonight, you
will wear the same pair, and you will have ample opportunity to wet,
because they have already been broken in. Imagine, Jane, wearing clothes
you can wet into without people noticing!" Jane swallowed. It *was*
attractive, of course. Nobody would know her, and wetting whenever she
liked... getting attention of boys... well, maybe... Ann now spread her
knees and told: "Come on, Jane. Go! Soak that pretty blue triangle of
yours. There will be dozens of boys looking at it tonight, and you don't
want to disappoint them, do you? Look, isn't it lovely?" Ann pressed
and her red panties turned dark. Jane saw how Ann's breath got stuck for
a second and how her knees and belly reacted to the sudden sense of
warmth between her legs. The stain stopped expanding and faded away
almost without a trace. Jane got excited. Doing this tonight, in public,
under her little skirt? Flashing the same pair of panties that she wore
right now? That she could wee in right now? Slowly she opened her knees.
Ann pushed again, and the dark patch grew. The whole bottom of her
panties now turned dark. Jane felt Ann squeeze her hands. Another spurt,
and a tiny trickle dripped down from between Ann's legs. "Come on,
Jane," Ann whispered. "You can do it. It is for luck tonight, and for
luck forever. Do it in your uniform, and everything will come together."
Ann now leaked harder and harder, and Jane felt a strange sensation
creeping over her spine. She closed her eyes, and imagined to stand at
the bar, talking to a nice guy over a drink. Ann hissed: "Now, Jane,
now." Jane held her breath and for the first time in her life, pushed
while wearing a short skirt in full public. It did not take long.
Suddenly, she stood at the bar with a wet spot in her underwear. She was
still safe, though. Just a spot. Then, it was not just a spot any more.
She now needed her skirt. Fortunate little garment. But it still was not
enough. She pushed on, and felt everything between her legs turn into
one great pool of joy, ever expanding, until it filled her whole
universe. Ann saw it happening and felt Jane clutching her hands around
hers. With every drop that coloured Jane's underwear a deep, dark navy
blue, Jane's confidence in tonight grew. When she was in full swing and
her whole crotch looked alive with glistening emotions, Jane opened her
eyes and whispered: "Okay Ann. I will keep these clothes on tonight.
Promised. It will be scary, but if it helps to keep me company through
the coming cold winter evenings, it will be worth it." And then, Jane
sent all her piled up dreams and fantasies right through her panties
and made them sing.
With four girls now wet and Alice at least moist, it was not of any use
any more to continue practicing. Diana called it quits: "Okay girls,
lunch break. We will prepare the table just as yesterday. In the mean
time, enjoy yourself." Ann, Maureen, and Diana went off to get the table
and chairs out and to arrange the food onto it, causing a few drops on
the pavement outside the kitchen. The others assembled on the terrace
and took possession of some elegant chaises longues which stood there.
Soon, giggling and laughter floated around the corner towards the
kitchen, and Diana curiously came out to see what was going on. It
appeared that Cindy had produced a magazine of some kind, and they all
were trying to read it at the same time. "What's that?" Diana inquired.
"Oh, nothing. A teenage cheerleader magazine. Silly, but very funny!"
Diana caught glimpses of lipstick, Tampax, shaving sets, and countless
accessory advertisements. "Are we supposed to buy all that? Come on! Get
real!" Cindy smiled and turned pages. "What?! Learning jumps out of a
magazine?" An ad of a uniform manufacturer popped up, and Cindy quickly
turned more pages: "Those are the fools who turned down my proposal to
add lining to the skirts." She stopped at a page yelling '12
below-the-neck strategies for looking great on the field.' Alice
grinned: "What about one below-the-waist strategy to *feel* great on the
field?" Laughter all over.
"The best parts are over here," Cindy said, and leafed to page 27.
'Rainy days don't have to dampen your cheer spirit.' Hilarious giggling.
'The Most Common Cheer-Related Injuries.' "Where's bladder
overstretching and sore sphincter?" Janice spotted another catch
phrase: 'Hydration: Water Cools.' "It does a few other things, you
know." 'Fifteen to twenty minutes before the game, drink two cups of
water.' "That cannot be right. It should be at least a litre! Which
reminds me. I forgot to stretch before the action. Excuse me for a
moment." Janice stepped back, pushed her chest forward, placed her feet
together and put her hands on her back. Quite a decent pretty
cheerleader she was, actually.
Then she began to stretch her sphincter, looking down at her innocent
skirt. For a moment she stayed as innocent as her appearance suggested,
but then she felt some small changes taking place somewhere between her
legs. Properly warming up was everything, she thought, and stretched her
sphincter again. And again. Smiling, Janice stood motionless except for
her tummy which pulsed rhythmically. Spurt by spurt, her plain panties
guzzled up the spill, until a single drop spiralled down her left leg.
With a satisfied sigh, Janice rearranged her skirt a bit, feeling wet
and pretty. Then she simply went back to the table and bent over the
magazine again, showing off the result of her practice from behind as
her skirt rode up just enough. This proved too much for Alice. She made
a funny sound and reached for the hem of her own skirt, obviously
getting a whole lot wetter. It was clear that in sphincter control she
still had a lot to learn, desperately trying to stem the tide while
clawing at her skirt. But eventually she gave up, parted her legs widely
and wetted herself with all bells and whistles, hands on the outside of
her thighs. Her eyes glistened even brighter than her waterfall. Alice
was a conservative girl. Wetting your panties should be done openly and
under a wide skirt, with your legs out of the way, and in wholesale
quantities. She looked at Cindy and pushed harder. Cindy just winked and
made sure that Alice could she her panties between her thighs. Alice
skyrocketed to the stratosphere, leaving a trail of drops behind.
When Alice had returned to earth and stood at the table again, audibly
dripping onto her boots but for the rest just in her normal cheerleader
gear, Cindy leafed to the back of the magazine and put up 'Most
Embarrassing Moments.' Without saying anything, she pointed at
'Waterworld' in the top-right corner. Janice began to read: "I had to go
to the bathroom really bad! I didn't have time before half-time, so I
had to hold it in. I was doing pretty good until I went up in a liberty.
The excitement was too much for me, and pee started spewing out like a
waterfall. My spotters felt it run onto their heads and they let me down
with a scream! They were all totally grossed out. We started to
cheer-off like nothing happened, when the head cheerleader slipped and
broke her wrist. Let's just say I probably won't make it back into
collegiate cheerleading next year. Kristina, Arizona." Everybody
laughed: "Sissy! She should practice! Her spotters can't take a joke!
Guess on what she slipped?" Diana shook her head and returned to the
kitchen. She wondered how many cheerleaders actually practiced this kind
of thing. It was so simple and yet so utterly out of line, it just *had*
to be attractive to more girls than just their squad. And you could
always pretend that it was an accident.
She was just in time to see Ann carrying a plate of cold cuts to the
table. Or better, seeing Ann holding the plate with both hands, facing
Diana, and standing with her legs as far apart as required to prevent
anybody from not thinking that she was wetting herself. "Going fine,
Ann?" she smiled. Ann smiled back: "Not yet, Diana. Just enjoying that
wonderful feeling of giving in with everything still on, and also,
without hands! It's really different while holding something. Normally,
you always need your hands for something---holding up your skirt,
getting toilet paper, you know. But in uniform, I can just go even while
carrying this plate." She paused for a moment. "I can feel it coming,
Diana. I'm not pushing, it just comes by itself. My little wetting
showed it the way and now I don't have to do anything. It is as if... oh
God here it is! Yes! In my uniform! Yes!" In one big flush, everything
under her flaring white mini skirt got flooded and the warmth seemed to
radiate up through her whole body. Ann moaned from pleasure as the
stream leaked through her red cheerleader panties and clattered down
onto the pavement. "Oh Diana I *love* this uniform. It is so practical
for things like this, you really do not need to care."
Ann continued wetting heavily into her cheerleader outfit for a while,
and then unwillingly gave up, going into drip-dry mode, still keeping
her legs safely apart to protect her white high boots. After the
dripping had ceased, Ann shuddered from delight, and then just went on
carrying the plate to the table. Diana watched the back of Ann's skirt
closely, but she had managed to stay completely dry on the outside.
Practice, practice, practice. It was not just a matter of letting go in
your clothes---everybody could do that. A proper wetting, cheerleader's
finest, needed to be carefully controlled and closely monitored.
Pressure, flow, muscle tension, pose: everything mattered. And Ann would
be one of the best teachers in this Art. Her red panties peeked out from
under her skirt when she put the plate onto the table, but even then
nobody would have guessed that they were almost dripping wet. Ann came
back to the kitchen now, glowing from pride and delight: "Diana, I've
never before enjoyed any camp so much as this one. Here I am, in full
gear, ready for anything, I can pee right in my pretty panties fully on
purpose and nobody even blinks! Oh I wish this could go on forever."
Diana still smiled: "That depends on how tonight's experiment will work
out. If it succeeds, you *can* wet yourself in full gear, everywhere."
Ann giggled and lightly pranced towards the kitchen. Diana felt old for
a moment, but then the slightly itchy feeling of wet panties tightly
around her bum reminded her that age had nothing to do with having fun.
She smoothed her skirt down, pulled her sweater tight, threw her long black
hair over her shoulders and followed Ann inside, prancing like a little
girl.
During lunch, not much happened, except for a lot of jokes and hints.
The only two dry girls left, Cindy and Melissa, nicely stayed dry, no
matter what the others tried. When they all had enough, Ann brought in
the specially bought crate of mineral water to refill, and they all
tried to down a complete bottle. Only Jane succeeded, the rest would
need to revisit the crate a second time later in the afternoon. The
after-lunch-dip set in hard now, and most girls just went out to lay
down on the lawn in the sun, or to lazily relax in one of the chaises
longues. They had no cushions, only plastic wires stretched over the
width. The word 'lazy' got a whole new meaning when Janice decided that
she could of course just go right there instead of walking over to the
grass. She pulled her skirt away from under her bum, but made sure that
it still covered the front of her panties without actually touching
them, especially not between her thighs. Only somebody squatting at her
feet would have been able to spot a tiny blue triangle. Janice put her
hands behind her head, and lazily stretched herself out on the chair.
Uniform wetting remained as exciting as ever. Slowly, she felt it coming
up. It really took time to relax enough to just do it in her panties.
But eventually Janice only had to push lightly if she would want to
darken her triangle. This was her favourite game, staying as close to
getting wet as possible but still being able to back out. It was still
innocent, nobody would notice that she was on the edge. She could just
open her knees to let a friend peek at her panties, yet with a simple
push she would almost come on the spot and get a whole lot less innocent
underwear at the same time. She did not have to clean up anything if she
did not push, but would need a shower and a laundromat if she did. If
somebody showed up right now, she could get up and behave normally, but
after the little push, she would be embarrassed to say the least. It was
wonderful.
For the last time, Janice gazed down her body to her immaculate uniform.
Then she imagined standing on the field in front of the crowd, panties just
out of view, beamed in the sun, and pushed. The reward was immediate and
intense. Because she was laying on her back, her warm wee needed to
travel a long distance over her skin. It entered her panties almost on
top, had to look for the lowest point for a moment, then slowly
saturated the soft fabric of her underwear between her legs. Janice
could not suppress a little shriek of surprise when all her nerves got
stimulated this way. Quickly she pushed again and sent more warm delight
into the private parts of her uniform. She could feel it all going down.
When it reached her bum, it first went far to the left and right, until
it finally assembled at the bottom of her buttocks. From there, it
dripped noisily down onto the pavement below the chair. Janice let out a
single spurt at a time, and prolongued the delight for several minutes.
The continuous caressing of her sensitive parts made her more
comfortable than the chair's developers had ever dreamed of. Cozy in the
warm sun, she completely relaxed and eventually managed to just keep her
sphincter open, to let the wee trickle out in the same tempo as it was
formed inside her body. The bottle was within easy reach.
On the lawn, most girls had now agreed that they should dry as fast as
possible in order to have at least one chance to go into a neat uniform
again. They had just hiked up their skirts above their waists and
exposed their panties to the glowing sun, making quite an exposition out
there. Melissa and Cindy, the only two girls who were still completely
dry, walked by and giggled. "Now that's a nice picture for in the
university's news paper," Melissa grinned. "I wonder what it would do to
our image." Cindy just smiled. As a matter of fact, the view of several
pretty girls with their skirts raised up and their wet panties in full
view did excite her more than she wanted to admit to Melissa. Alice laid
there as well, and she had never looked so attractive. For a moment,
Cindy thought about just jumping her, but that would go to far. Such
things still needed the privacy of a locked bedroom. Or a wet, freshly
ploughed flower bed. She smiled and looked at Melissa: "Any idea how we
can get wet in style? I can go enough now and my clean, spotless, pretty
soft uniform panties are waiting!" A little pirouette flipped up her skirt
and revealed that she told the truth.
Melissa nodded and told that she wanted to go as well. "Let's see. We've
done it standing up, squatting down, on a chair, in the showers, on the
street, during games, at home and on camp. I've done it also in dancing
outfit and on dates, you in short leather and everywhere I can think of.
It seems that we are out of new ways." Cindy refused to believe that:
"We're never out of new ways. There are always exciting new
possibilities to vary on the theme. I really look forward to this
evening. I suppose it will be wild and wet, don't you think?" Melissa
nodded again: "Yup, you bet. I will wear a mini, you and Alice will,
Jane will... Jane! Imagine her in a mini with her panties flashing with
every move! She will attract boys like honey attracts bees! I wonder
whether she can cope with that. She acts like an extrovert self-aware
woman, but I don't think she actually is. And then she still has to wee
in her outfit. I bet it will take ages before she finally dares to do it
in her panties, even under a skirt."
Melissa overlooked the field and thought about something for a while. "You
know," she said, "I wonder what it would have been if wetting your panties
was an accepted form of behaviour. Such as with that silly sneezing
comparison, but then for real. That you were not only allowed to wet yourself
but also encouraged to go to the toilet in your skirt or dress. Cindy, did
your mother ever found out about your hobby?" Cindy nodded: "Uh-hu, she did."
"How?" "Well, actually, I mistakenly assumed she was not at home and was
playing out in the garden." Melissa rose her eyebrows: "You got caught while
doing it? Not by a silly mistake with the laundry, but in the act? Geez!"
Cindy drew a line in the sand with her left toe. "Yes, it was rather obvious.
I was standing with my legs wide open way before I began to wet, it could be
nothing but intentional. She must have seen it all, from the thrilling first
spurt to the final drop. Only when I finished up and turned around to enter
the house again, I saw that she was standing there. Furtunately she did take
it well. I got away with it." "You did? Geez!" "And you, Melissa? Did you
ever wet yourself while being watched?" Melissa shook her head: "Not in
that way, no, but there have been occasions where at least somebody knew
that I was about to wet myself on purpose."
They both sat down under a tree, nicely arranging their skirts around
their thighs. "I had an open-minded aunt, and when she took us out into
the woods on holidays, we usually got carte blanche concerning our
clothes. As long as we did not rip them apart, anything was allowed,
including climbing trees and throwing with dirt. Once I went over to her
because I had to pee, but there being no toilets in the woods, she just
wove me away, telling me to go anywhere I wished. With all the boys
around, I did not feel like squatting and dropping my panties, so I
protested a bit. She understood, and confidentially whispered to me:
'But of course you don't _need_ to drop your panties.' I looked at her
with my eyes wide open, and she just nodded and said that my clothes
needed to go into the laundry anyway. So I got dismissed with quite a
clear message."
"And?" Cindy inquired curiously. Melissa closed her eyes and shuddered
from delight: "Of course I did not dare to do it at first, but when the
urge to pee became stronger, I started really thinking about doing it.
But I could not just wet myself like that. I wanted to be alone and out
of view, as if I was going to pull my panties down for a normal pee! I
roamed through the woods for quite a while, avoiding all others, looking
for a spot to properly wet myself. But there was none, otherwise I would
have used it already to squat down with my panties on my ankles. And
with the others nearby, looking at me once in a while, squatting was out
anyway. So I would have to do it standing up. The idea of going to the
toilet in my dress just like that both excited and scared me, but with
my bare legs little could go wrong.
Eventually I was standing in my dress next to a tree, doubting what to
do. Just then my aunt looked towards me from over the clearing, and saw
me standing. She smiled and signed me to get on with it, as if she knew
what I was up to. Well, probably she knew. Without much thought, I went
behind the tree and spread my legs. It came almost immediately, I really
had to go bad. As soon as I felt myself going wet, the fear for
discovery went away and relief set in. Looking around me for spotters, I
wet myself completely. Doing it all in my panties was not that hard
after all. And much to my surprise, I liked the feeling of pissing in my
underwear with my dress still down. When I reappeared, my aunt was still
watching, and when I shyly shrugged at her, she gave me a big thumbs up.
Only then, I felt truly relieved. And from then on, every trip to the
woods became a lot more exciting. I made sure I always wore a dress or a
skirt, and in the car on the way there I already looked forward to the
moment. Usually I wet myself right after leaving the car, while
unloading our gear on the grass."
Cindy sighed and wished such an aunt for herself. But of course she had
the whole team. And the circumstances were good right now. She stretched
herself out and then began to nicely pee in her panties. She could feel
the warmth spread slowly under her skirt. It felt absolutely great, as
always. Melissa was not even aware of this, still re-living her own
childhood. She sighed as well, stood up, and stood next to the tree like
years before, her legs opened a bit. When she got wet, a tear rolled
down her left cheek. They must have been wonderful years, Cindy smiled
to herself.
[end of part 7c]
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