I'm a 20 year old college girl. Let's call me Chantal. It's not my real name
but the story I'm about to tell is a little too personal to use my real name.
It's the story of my first experience with wetsex. There's a close friend of
mine involved in it as well. Let's call her Anne in this story. It's not her
real name either. But she would kill me if I used her real name. She will
probably kill me when she finds out I'm posting this anyway. She just might do
it less painful if I use a fake name.
Anyway, I'm bisexual and at times I feel strongly attracted to her. She's
straight, but knows about my feelings and she's ok with me cuddling her and all
that innocent stuff. I love her. I'm going to tell a story of what happened
between the two of us one night after we had gone out together. We were both
18 back then and in our freshman year.
>start
Anne and I were walking home from the club we always go to. It was a warm night
in late September. I was feeling a little bit drunk...I used to drink a lot back
then.
I said: "Girl, I sure have to pee as soon as we get home!"
Anne replied: "Yeah me too!"
We walked for a while, talking about nothing. I started walking faster as we got
closer to my home. I had to go really bad. After a few more minutes, we reached
my front door and I went looking for my keys in my pockets. Anne noticed how
hasty I was.
"What is it honey? You have to go bad?" she teased me.
"YES!!" I replied. I was really bursting by then.
She moved up close behind me and started softly tickling my waist. I couldn't
believe she was tickling me! She knew I am ticklish.
I yelled at her: "Dont do that!"
But she started tickling harder. I started to piss my panties. I wanted to cut
it off but I just started peeing harder instead. By the time I could stop the
pee gushing out of my body, my jeans were all soaked.
We went inside. The fabric of my jeans was all warm and wet, sticking to my
thighs. I like that feeling, but I also felt really emberrassed at the time and
I took my jeans off. I wanted to fully undress and take a shower.
But then I saw Anne going into my bathroom. My heart started to beat faster at
the idea of getting even with her. I ran over to her and took her by the hand. I
pulled her away from the bathroom, into the kitchen. I pushed her down on the
floor, my hands on her shoulders and my knees on both sides of her waist.
She yelled: "Let me go! I gotta pee!"
I just smiled.
I saw panic in her eyes and that really turned me on. I took one hand of her
shoulder and pulled up her skirt...pulling it up all the way over her panties.
I started firmly rubbing over her belly, then over her panties. I cupped her
crotch in my hand and squeezed. She kept screaming that she couldn't hold it any
longer. And I kept rythmically squeezing.
I felt some hot pee gush into her panties...over my hand. But she stopped peeing
right away. She couldn't squat while lying on her back.
I put my hand back on her shoulder, leaned forward, kissed her forehead. I felt
my bladder was still half full. I was way too excited to stop...I wanted more...
needed more! I closed my eyes. Pictured a toilet. I pressured. I started pissing
in my panties. Wetting her skirt and panties under me. I kept pissing until I
was empty. And she was soaked.
I rolled off her. Anne stood up to run to the bathroom, but she really couldn't
hold it in anymore. As soon as she got on her feet, her piss came gushing out.
She decided to squat on me instead. She stood over me, her piss bursting out of
her body, gushing from under her skirt, falling on my tits. My sweater got
soaked and I felt the hot pee running over my boobs.
When she was done, I told her to undress and take a shower. I cleaned the
kitchen floor and threw all our clothes in the washer. Then I joined her in the
shower. I looked her in the eye. She looked back, emberrassed. She said she was
sorry for getting my pants wet in the first place. I blushed. I told her that I
actually liked it. Apologized for getting her clothes wet too instead of just
letting her go to the bathroom. She admitted that she had been turned on at the
front door, watching me while I had to pee so bad. That she had tickled me out
of sexual excitement. I walked up to her and took her in my arms. Kissed her
ear. Told her that I didn't blame her for anything. Asked her if she blamed me.
She didn't.
We haven't had wetsex ever since. Anne and I don't have sex at all. I'm engaged
to a guy now. All that remains is a real naughty memory that we share. Nobody
else knows about it. And my fiance can only guess why I like wetsex so much.
