*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?"
