My girlfriend told me this happened last year before we met, to her. Names and places changed. From her POV (FYI...she said in the morning she wore a pink top and black short shorts. Not super skinny, nice hips, long brown hair)....
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My bed was so comfortable. After a long night working at the bar I came home so exhausted my eyes could not even stay opened. I was so thirsty though so I drank a bottle of water before bed (one liter). After six hours I started to wake up but knew if I left my bed there was no way I would be able to get back in. I had a busy day. I looked at my clock, 7:15 am, and then I noticed by bladder had a dull ache in it. Sort of what would be a desperation point but decided I wanted to sleep while I could.
A few minutes later it was like my bladder gave multiple bumps against my belly. I got out of bad and made my way to our house's ONE bathroom. I grabbed the knob and turned it but dang it, locked! I knocked on the door and heard my dad's voice, "Occupied!"
I walked down the stairs to our living room. Poured some coffee that had been made and took a big sip. I wish I could go back to change that because not long after it felt like I had dropped a brick in my bladder. It was getting heavy and made a noise. I hopped a little in place and then hurried upstairs. I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey," I said. "Dad, are you almost done? I really gotta go!" Dad said, "Just give me a minute. I have work soon, I have to dry off form my shower."
I let out a breath of annoyance and walked back to my room and tipped left and right due to the ache in my bladder. My legs had gone up and down, one after the other. Hands on my hips and it almost felt like my bladder would pop. I sat on my bed and put my hands to my crotch, and then closed my legs, tight. Soon my legs had begun to wobble while I had sat and breasts flapped up and down as well.
But then...the bathroom door opened. I got up and ran down the hall to the doorway. My dad had left and the toilet was there with the seat down. I felt relieved...for five darn seconds. As I entered in my mom called from downstairs.
"Sweetie! Karen is here. Says it's important." Oh snap! I thought. Karen, my friend, and I were supposed to do that college tour for incoming freshmen today (we're juniors). I looked at the toilet and hopped in place desperate to release but went downstairs.
I walked over to Karen and seemed like I was about to trip over after each step. "You ok?" she asked. "I haven't had chance to use the bathroom yet. What's up?" "We have the tour to go. Go put some clothes on, we're going to be late."
I hurried back upstairs and just had to make that restroom trip first. Right before I approached the doorway, my brother (whose room is right across from the bathroom) went in and shut the door. I ran over.
