The Last Contract You'll Ever Sign

*Disclaimer and Trigger Warning: This Story May Make a Few Readers Uncomfortable Due to Content. - Watersports Story

Imagine having a problem that you can't control. A problem that has plagued you since as long as you can remember. It's constantly on your mind, ruins your sleep, ruins relationships occasionally and everything you've tried to do to quell the situation either doesn't work or actually makes things worse.

Imagine being invited to a place for sleepovers and you never go because you're afraid of what your body might do. Sabotage! Self-friggin-sabotage, and there's nothing you can physically do about it. My mother took me to doctors and specialists as a kid and no one could ever figure things out because the problem that has plagued me, happened so irregularly that no one could diagnose the problem.

Once my cruel cousins found out about my problem, (my Mom was telling my Aunt about it, and the cousin heard a little bit) and you know how the game of Telephone works... Needless to say I had a rough coming up!

They (my cousins) would make fun of me and sing the verse from the one Plies song "Bust It Baby, Pt 2" - "I jus' gave her a nickname, It's 'Wet-Wet,' Cause when she's finished, she mess up all the bed sets." Of course that's not what he meant in the song, but my evil cousins thought it was funny for other reasons. If you haven't quite caught on yet, I can't always hold my bladder, and I piss my bed and myself from time to time, and this would be why I hated growing up.

Present Day.

So in all of that, lies my dilemma. I have always had a secret fascination with piss, and with the fact that it embarrasses me so much, One would wonder what my malfunction is. I get such a relief from taking a piss from time to time that I have taken up activities to make something that I have to do by nature, more interesting.

The first time I snuck into a men's bathroom and stood in front of a urinal and tried to aim was a complete travesty. I did this because I had never been in a men's bathroom, and this was about the time that the wires crossed in my head, and I realized I could use this problem to spice up my life, I guess.

I pissed all over Everything! My aim was totally fucking off, like I was nervous or something, and I had never done this before. I mean, I had, in the comfort of my own home, but the point at that particular moment was, WHAT THE FUCK did I just do!?!

I had pissed all over my leggings and my panties and my shoes, and I was in university, so I only had one set of clothes, and they were on my back! Not to mention, my dorm room was clear across campus! Now what? I'm going to have to sneak out of this bathroom with wet, pissed up pants, and panties on, and now I was going to have to go back to my dorm room and change! I felt like such a dumbass.

I quickly pulled up my panties and my pants and started for the door, except for it opened as I reached out for the handle. My heart felt like it was throbbing in my throat, and as a guy walked in, I froze and stopped right in my tracks.

"...The Fuck?" he stuttered and choked out, as I made the conscious decision to barrel past him and out the door and down the hallway of the Science Wing, and to the first set of elevators I ran into. I tapped on the 'Down' button frantically as the realization of what the fuck just happened just flooded back into my head.

I turned my head to look back down the hallway to see if the guy was following me as I reached back to the wall to press the elevator button again. He thankfully didn't follow, and wasn't behind me, and at that moment, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open. I hopped into the box car and around to the instrument panel and pushed the 'Close Door' button and 'G', before falling backwards into the car against the back wall.

I again took in my surroundings, and looked down at my 'fit', shaking my head. My pants were cold and sticking to my legs, and the wetness of the gusset of my panties hugged my slightly hairy mound, and bunched up slightly between my legs. My Jordans were piss covered as well, and I sighed heavily and stood up and composed myself, reached around to grab my mini-backpack purse, and reached inside of it to find the joint I had rolled myself earlier. If I was going to have a long, wet walk back to the dorms, I might as well do it high with less nerves.

I thought about a lot of things on that walk. I thought about how something that has caused me so much trauma in my life was turning into a kink that I secretly wanted to know more about and do more with.

The cool air blowing across my pants made my wetness feel like it was going to chill through clear to my bones. Being late September, the heat from the summer was long gone and the crispiness of the soon-to-start October was enough to have me questioning my decisions on one hand, and on the other hand, my nipples were so hard I could cut glass with them. The feeling I had pent up inside me, had my wheels turning at high speed. Why am I Horny?

By the time I had reached the dorms, all I wanted to do was strip out of my clothes, shower the day off of me and go to bed. I didn't even have the energy to hide my embarrassment anymore. I had passed about seven people on the walk through campus and although no one said anything, I felt the looks. I wonder what they were thinking, but on the other hand, do I really want to know? I mean my clothes were starting to dry out. I felt dirty, but in a good way, and that was at the forefront of my mind.

Up the stairs to the second floor I went, down the hall and into my room. As luck would have it, Whitney, my roommate, would happen to be in the room. She was sitting on her bed, laptop in her lap, glasses on the tip of her nose. She looked up from her computer where she was finishing her report she had been busy with for days, and examined me from tip to tail.

"Should I even ask?" Whitney asked sarcastically.

"Not if you're going to ask like that, nope!"

"I'll ask this question, did you have an accident again? Couldn't make it in time, or something?" she asked this time, slightly more genuinely. Whitney was aware of my issues and didn't normally make fun of my situation. She said her little brother went through it at a certain point, so she was used to it, and sometimes even sympathetic towards it.

"Nah Whit, I can't even say that's the case. I was having one of my horny moments behind my issue, and I decided to sneak into the men's restroom in Founder's Hall, and I tried to use the urinal. I was in a fog and I thought to myself, it would be a fun idea to give curiosity's cat a stroke." I said, peeling off my shirt and starting to kick off my Jordans.

"It Looks like you gave her a stroke alright! A real one! Did you make any of it into the urinal?" she asked, putting her laptop aside and sitting up straight as if the story was about to get better.

"Yeah, ummmmm No! Most of it went down my legs, covering the whole crotch of my pants and panties, and my shoes."

"And then what happened?"

"I went to leave the bathroom and ran into some random guy and freaked the fuck out, and ran down the hall to get the fuck out of dodge. I caught the elevator and then had a whole therapy session with myself on the long walk home. I didn't think to call you and see if you were here, and maybe could have come to rescue me. I just started the walk of shame, and went with it."

"Cassandra, what are we going to do with you?"

"Take me out back and beat me? I don't know. What I do know is I need a shower! I have been marinating in my own juices for long enough." I replied, peeling my leggings and panties off, slipping into my robe and shower shoes, and grabbing my loofa, shower gel, and towel and turning to leave the room for the showers down the hall.

Whitney didn't say much after that, she picked her computer back up, going back to her work as I walked towards the locker room.

The locker room was empty, the way I like it, and I wasted no time heading towards the water. I went to my favorite stall (my university is bougie, we have nice shower stalls, and I'm glad, I hate the gym locker room feel) and turned the water on.

The steam that was coming off of the hot flowing water felt amazing from my vantage point. I stripped out of my robe and stepped into the hot stream. I grabbed my loofa, and my shower gel, leaned back into the water and pulled the curtain.

I lathered up the sponge and started painting streaks of bubbly soapiness all over myself. The pear aroma filled the locker room as I washed all over. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every moment of the lava-hot water washing over me. I moaned slightly when I brushed my left nipple with the scratchy sponge. That's when I felt it. My bladder felt heavy all of the sudden, and the hot water wasn't helping my case as I began thinking about being in it, and feeling it rush over me.

And just like that, I felt the warmth rush over me and everything began to empty from my bladder. I felt the stream leave my body and down my leg, mixing into the water from the shower, and flowing down the drain. 'Great! Wet-Wet strikes again!' I thought to myself as I sighed out loud.

I soaped the loofa up one more time, rewashed the inside of my freshly washed legs, and rinsed the soap off and turned off the shower. I stood there for a few seconds drip drying while I wrung out my hair and brushed off the excess water. I opened the shower curtain and stepped out to grab my towel. At that moment, I no longer felt alone.

I turned around to see a chick, who I recognized from one of my lecture halls.

She was just standing there staring at me, mainly at my vagina and bush, I assumed. She was a pretty redhead with curly hair and glasses, kinda chubby in the face, and definitely in the spots that counted. I was kinda dumbfounded and frozen in the moment while we exchanged looks. Well, she kept looking up at my face, and then back down to my vagina.

"Ummm, hi." I finally said, as I came to the realization of the situation, wrapping my towel around my tits, covering my waist as well.

"Hi. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I was admiring your landscaping job on the front lawn." she said, coyly.

I was taken aback, I wasn't ready for that. I thought it was about to be hella more awkward than that. "Well, thank you!"

"No one keeps hair anymore, I certainly don't. Now that I've been keeping it clean, I hate letting it grow back in, it hurts coming in. Not only does no one keep hair anymore, no one keeps it clean and neat like yours," she said as she started walking towards me. "I'm Mimi. I recognize you from the nine AM lecture. What's your name, now that I've oogled and eye-fucked you."

"I'm Cassandra, I go by Cassie, though. Nice to meet you, Mimi," I said, gathering my robe, and things to leave the showers for my dorm room.

She must have gotten the hint and stepped out of my way to let me pass her. "Now that I've seen yours, I'll show you mine the next time we meet up in the showers. I'd hate for things to be awkward if we ran into each other in lecture. Have a good night, Cassandra."

"Good-night Mimi," I said, passing her and finding my exit. 'That was awkward enough Mimi!' I thought, once I got into the hallway. I quickly made my way down the hallway. I had had more than enough embarrassment for the day. I just wanted to go crawl into my bed and let the night fade to black... and it was still early in the day.

Thankfully enough, Whitney's ESP (extrasensory perception) was vibing, and she wasn't in the room! Thank God!

I put away all of my shower stuff, still naked as a jaybird. I checked my phone for missed calls or messages from my time away in the locker room, and noticed Whit left me a message.

"Running out for a few drinks with Claire and Samantha. Don't wait up for me, I'll probably be a little late, I'm tired of stressing about this damn report and I need a release. Don't worry, I'll be safe, and won't go home with any rando boys. Promise. Smooches. WhitBit."

Awe, I really was blessed with the coolest roommate I could have asked for. "Thanks for the heads up. Going to bed, I've had enough of today, not to mention the run in I just had in the locker room with this girl from the nine AM Lecture. I'll tell you about it later. Love Ya Girl, Stay Safe, and drink one for me!" I messaged back.

I plugged my phone into the charger and put it on my nightstand. I lit some Cinnamon incense, turned on my speaker, turned on some smooth jazz music, then killed all of the lights in the room.

I pulled back my covers, crawled into bed. The last thing I remember seeing was the clock displaying 9:00 in bright red numbers. The next moment I was dreaming.

Three o'clock in the morning; I knew, thanks to those terrible bright red numbers. I heard the door creaking open slowly, and light started flooding into the room from the hallway. "It's just me, Sissy," Whitney whispered, once our eyes met and she was trying to close the door.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" I asked, as she crept through the room towards me.

"Slam-dammered!" she giggled. "I had a blast!"

By this time, she had reached the side of my bed, as the room wasn't the biggest in the world, "Your bed dry?" She stood there wobbling, unable to stand up straight. "I wanna get in with you."

That woke me up. "What? Why? You have your own bed. Go over there."

"No one Cuddles me in my bed, and I'm drunk, and now I'm cuddly! I wanna lay with you!" She said, peeling my nice warm covers from around my body, as she decided she wasn't going to wait on an answer.

"Come On!" I grumbled, and sighed heavily. I definitely wasn't ready for this. (SHE WASN'T READYYYYY - in my best Kevin Hart Impersonation)

The surprisingly good part about Whitney cramping into my twin bed with me, was she wasn't kidding in the least about wanting to cuddle! I was lying on my right side, and she slid into my bed behind me, fully clothed, and wrapped around me like a spider monkey.

"You smell like Amber Romance, Vodka, and the bar." I griped.

"Sorry Sissy. Shhhhh Go to sleep!" she whispered, stroking my hair. "Your Hair smells good too!... and you're nice and warm... and naked." she said, as it fully registered in her head, and she snaked her hand onto my stomach, nuzzling her head into my back.

"Good Night WhitBit." I whispered, although I don't think she heard me, as she was snoring peacefully that quickly.

Five AM, I was wide awake and at first, things felt strange, but I remembered Whitney was cuddling, so I closed my eyes for another hour. By six, I had slept off all of my embarrassment and everything else. I was slightly sore and groggy. I had just had a nine hour siesta. I was wide awake, again, and if I didn't get out of the bed, I was going to end up needing another shower... and so would Whitney. She groaned when I left the bed, but simply rolled over, and readjusted herself to the center of my damn bed.

I didn't have time to confront her, I had other business to attend to. I grabbed my robe, slinging it around my shoulders, as it cascaded down my body and I wrapped it, tied it, and I ran to tend to it. I did so, like a lady, I got seated properly, and I made it on time! (Just to let all of you know.)

Once I made it back to the dorm room, I proceeded to get ready for class. The lab opened at eight AM and normally would use the first thirty to forty-five minutes of First Hour to catch up on any not-finished homework or do research for current projects. It took fifteen minutes to walk from the lab to the lecture hall and I was going to have to face my new friend from the locker room. I got dressed, grabbed my bag and was out the door. Whitney was snoring soundly, well... not really, with her mouth wide open, drool dried to the side of her face and everything. She looked so cute though! (Don't tell her I told you!)

All through-out lab, I had knots in my stomach. I was very in my head about what Mimi was going to say, and what I was going to say. To be completely honest, it was hella nerve-racking if you really wanna know. What was she going to say? Was she going to say something coy again? Was she friendlier than I gave her credit for? (Not that she came off rude, but you know what I mean) Was she secretly hitting on me? Why did she stare so hard? Was I gonna have to fight this bitch?

Nahhhhh, Come on Cassie, stop being like that! Most Importantly, Why was I letting this girl rent space in my brain like this?

I'd never given into the thought of being with a girl. So this was just an awkward situation that had me thinking about a whole lot of things. I have been with men in all of my relationships, but what was this encounter? 'I'll have to show you mine?' Who says that shit?

This went on for the entire walk from lab to lecture. I was infatuated with someone I barely knew, and all because she had stared at my crotch. I guess this may be like the equivalent to what a man feels like during gray sweatpants season.

I'm guilty as charged. I be lookin', I be lookin' sometimes!

I picked a seat in the top corner of the room to sit in. I felt like some sort of hawk, stalking the room or something. All I knew was I wanted to see her first when she came in.

...And... just as these thoughts were freshly rotting in my brain she walked into the lecture hall.

She didn't stand out in any way. She wasn't dressed in anything flashy and to be completely honest she looked like the girl you'd ask to tutor you in math after school. She had a pair of glasses on, almost to the tip of her nose, like Karen the librarian. She was in a pair of Victoria's Secrets sweatpants and a grey hoodie, with no insignia, and had a pair of Vans on. (At least her shoes were kinda cute.)

And as if on cue, or as if maybe she felt me watching her, she looked up at me and we locked eyes. Her expression didn't change. She had a cute half-cocked smile on, as if she was thinking about something pleasant. When we caught each other's eyes, it was as if we had never run into each other in the locker room. What was even more intriguing was, she didn't make her way to where I was sitting. She sat in the third row from the front, dead center with the podium.

Very Interesting!

...And just like that, the rest of the class filed in. The instructor took his place at the podium and class started. I waited with bated breath and anticipation for her to turn around and look at me, and Nothing! She was one helluva actress or I was totally fucking sprung over an encounter that potentially didn't mean absolutely shit!

And just like that... "Take Fifteen. Check your phones, Go to the bathroom, Hit the snack machine, I don't care, but Fifteen Only, and we'll resume class. Don't be late!" The Instructor said as he interrupted my thoughts and daydreams.

I got up, closed my laptop and followed the line of people out of my row and down the stairs. When I looked down to where Mimi had been sitting, her belongings were cleaned up as well and her spot was completely vacant. She was nowhere to be seen in any of the rows below me or in the room at all.

I filed out and continued to the bathroom and to the stall I normally used when I used that bathroom. I pulled my pants down and squatted, (I don't sit normally, but I will in certain situations) to relieve myself. It felt good, but as luck would have it, I was about to finish and a knock came at my stall door.

I looked up and my heart started racing! "Occupied!" I answered.

"Thanks, I know that! The red sign on the front of the stall gave me the first clue. Open the door. It's Mimi!"

"Give me a minute, I'm almost..."

"Open The Door!" She interrupted me.

"The Fuck?" I quipped back, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I scolded, pulling my pants up without even wiping. My heart rate spiked, and I was ready to burst through the door of the stall with all vengeance.