All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
My mouth was firmly pressed to Haley's as I pushed her into the closet, my hands fumbling at the hem of her shirt as they worked their way up the smooth curves of her tight tummy to cup her breasts over her bra.
I can't believe we're finally doing it, I thought to myself as I pulled her close to me, our bellies pressed together as I tried to drink her in, our breasts heaving in unison. She pulled my shirt over my head, and our lips tragically parted briefly to allow the fabric to pass between us before we came together again. My tongue ran roughly against hers, exploring her mouth as my hands probed the clasp of her bra.
In one motion, I pulled off her bra and her shirt, and casting it aside, knelt to take her firm breast in my mouth. I could feel the skin on her lower back prickle with goosebumps as I worked her nipple with my tongue, tracing it back and forth, side to side, flicking at it until it became hard between my lips.
Hungry for more, I began tracing kisses down the underside of her breast, down to the bottom of her ribs, around her bellybutton, and down, down, down...
I moved a hand to unbutton the top of her jeans when she placed a hand on mine.
"Annie," she whispered, "I really, REALLY want to keep going, but I also really have to pee," she laughed. "Can we hit pause for a sec?"
Disappointed, I looked up into her eyes.
"Okay," I pouted, "but make it quick, I can't wait any longer." I reached for the handle of the closet.
It wouldn't move.
"Uh oh," I said, jiggling the handle.
"What?" She replied with genuine concern.
"The door! It's locked from the inside, I can't open it!"
"What?" she said with mild panic. "Move, let me try."
We shifted in the tiny closet as she sidled past me to jiggle the handle.
"... shit," she replied. "Shit shit shit."
"It's fine!" I reassured her, "My mom will be home soon, she can let us out. We'll come up with something!"
She squirmed and bit her lip. "When will she be home?"
"Usually around five or so," I replied, looking at my watch.
She grabbed my wrist to look at my watch. "That's an hour and a half from now!" She exclaimed. "What am I going to do? I really, really have to go!"
I bit my lip and looked around. My closet was filled with girly clothes. I think my mom was a little concerned with my boyish tendencies, and tried to overcompensate by buying me as much pink stuff as she could. But there was nothing here to help alleviate the current situation.
"Annie!" she hoarsely whispered. "What am I going to do?" She had tears in her eyes.
"I don't know, I don't know!" I replied frantically, trying to think.
Haley gasped. "Oh God." She said, "I can't hold it. Oh GOD what am I going to do?"
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Author's note - from here, you can choose your own adventure. Or read both, I'm not a cop. The first one is what really happened, and the second one is what I fantasize about on lonely nights. Let me know which one is your favorite!
-- What REALLY happened: --
Reaching for a nearby sweater, I pulled it off the hanger. "Here," I said, holding it up. "Use this!"
"What?" She said, confused, her face twisted with suffering.
"You can pee into this, it should soak it up, I'm sure of it."
In fact, I was sure of it. I had used the same sweater for just that purpose just last week, but I wasn't ready to share that with her, not just yet.
"No," she said, eyeing the sweater, "I... I couldn't..."
"It's fine," I replied, "I'll put it at the bottom of the hamper, and I'll wash it later."
She didn't reply, but looked longingly at the sweater, bouncing gently, her face flushing.
"It's fine!" I said, shoving the sweater into her bare chest, "Hurry up before you burst!"
Haley gave the sweater one last look before finally relenting.
"Oh God," she said, unbuttoning her jeans, "I'm so embarrassed."
"It's fine," I said, as casually as I could, though my heart was racing.