"Hey guys, just hold on to my beer would you, I've got to go pee. I'm so full I'm bursting."
A gang of us had come down from the campus to O'Malley's Bar, down on Victoria Road. O'Malley's is one of those bars that caters for a wide range of customers, from us university types, the art school arty kids, and the occasional corporate suit kicking out at the end of a long week doing whatever they do up in the city.
The place has a bunch of small round tables, each lit with a circle of light above, so it had kind of an old New York gangster vibe to it. Away from the tables and bar area, there were a couple of deep dark rooms, where from time to time there would be some kick ass rock'n'roll going down. Tonight though the bar was full, but no band, so it was just all noise and people. We had all come down because it was the end of semester, and we'd handed up the big papers, done the exams, so now it was time to chill out and kick back.
I was feeling cute as a kitten, with my combination of a classic just above the knee black and white pleated skirt with an oh so gorgeous swirl when I spin, and a soft silk cream blouse; under which I was wearing my lacy blue tanga panties and bra. You know, the type of lingerie a girl buys because she just wants to feel good even if no-one else knows, just a piece of lacy froth and colour.
Feeling sexy, feeling wicked, I had on my white lace stockings and suspenders, and my highest chrome heel and toes. Even so, I'm still petite, but I've been called a pocket dynamo. Jade earrings setting off my brilliant green eyes, and with my blonde bob haircut from Pierre's, I was the queen of princesses for the night. I wondered who my prince would be....
But I'd chased down a few too many drinks in a hurry, and was just busting to go. The base of my belly was feeling full, bladder pressing down giving me a warm tight feeling at the top of my cunt. As I got up from the table I wobbled a bit (wow, I'm tipsier than I thought), and twisted to catch my balance.
As I swirled my skirt brushed the arm of the corporate suit sitting at the next table -- an older guy, I'd noticed him when he sat down. He looked up at me and smiled, as if to say, "hey, careful there little girl, don't fall, but if you do, I'll catch you."
I caught my balance and moved away, and he turned his attention back to the graceful young thing he was with - one of those fresh young corporate girls, grey pencil skirt, hair in a high pony tail, black heels, excited to be out with the boss on a Friday night. Good for you honey, I thought, but I still gotta go. God, I'm full and hot down there, I need a pee!
So I make my way down to the back of the caverns where the toilets are. But what's this, why is there such a long queue? Get out of my way boys and girls, this girl's in a hurry. Gotta go, gotta go, I'm busting here. Damn, it looks like only one of the toilets is working, both women and men are going into the gents, they must be sharing. How am I going to make this happen?
So I start clenching my pelvic floor, try to push some of that fullness back up into my body. Problem is, I'm also pushing blood into my cunt so everything is getting a tingle on. Startled, I realise my nipples are peaking erect now, giving me tightness in my breasts as well as my belly. In a weird way, this is getting hot, but I still gotta go....
I've now got about thirty people in front of me, this is not good. So I'm clenching my legs together tight, like a toddler in a toy shop. Dammmmn I need a piss. How do I distract myself now, before I explode?
As the line creeps forward, I see a movement some thirty feet away: there's a girl up against a far wall, back in the shadows. She's leaning with her back against the wall with her legs slightly apart, her hands pushing back on to the brick. Her face is turned up, her eyes are closed, what is she doing? As I look, she gives a little shudder, as if she's had some sudden relief, and she straightens herself up.
