Hey guys! Long time no see, right? I’m here with another story, once again in Angie’s pov. Enjoy!
Warning: The story is almost entirely based around sex. If that’s not your cup of tea, then you can read my others stories with mostly cute omo!
You know what sucks? When you try to surprise your girlfriend with sex, and you end up embarrassingly wetting the bed. With both of you in it.
Allow me to give a brief description for those that are new: I’m Angie, and I’m a somewhat short Latina with dark, curly hair and eyes. I’m the girly girl in the relationship, and on this day I was wearing reeeeeeally short shorts (for obvious reasons) that were red, and a black tank top. Kai’s dark-skinned with short curly hair and is a tomboy, and she was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt.
So basically, my girlfriend has started working two jobs (we’re moving to Florida soon!) while I finish up my semester in school, so she’s often unavailable when I’m free, and vice versa. The very few times we both have free time we spend it napping together or going on small dates, and after a few weeks of feeling both worked up as hell from lack of sex and brewing up ideas, I wanted to make her feel really good.
Today, she only had the one job to go to, and she was out of work early afternoon. That was enough time for me to finish up my classes for the day, and then prepare for her surprise. I had two classes: precalc and biology, both back to back. Both professors are anal about tardies, so I never bother taking any kind of break in between the fifteen minutes I have.
Precalc starts at 8am every morning, and runs until 9:45. Biology is 10-12, and is literally on the other side of the campus. I typically have no problem getting to my first class on time, but for some ungodly reason my alarm didn’t go off, and I woke up with exactly a half hour before class started. Keep in mind that it takes ten minutes to drive there, and ten minutes to walk from the parking lot to the campus.
I barely had enough time to get dressed, grab two apples to eat on the way there and chug a glass of water. In the car, it became known to me that my bladder was feeling rather full. Not to the point of bursting, but enough to make itself known. Normally, I’d empty it if the chance was presented to me, but an idea came to mind: what if I held it for her?
My girlfriend is so damn shy when it comes to asking me to do a hold, and it’s honestly adorable. I’ve yet to admit that holding is beginning to turn me on a lot more than it should, and that I have absolutely no problem holding it for her. And again, since it’s been weeks, this would be a great addition to later.
I got to my class with a literal minute before the class started. I had to run, which did absolutely nothing to help the liquids in my bladder. I took my seat and had to cross my legs to stave off the urge until it settled down enough.
The next hour and forty-five minutes ticked by slowly, and I found myself regretting chugging the glass of water earlier. Halfway through the class, small urges started growing in size, to the point that my legs had to be permanently closed. I wiggled around in my seat every so often, and ignored all weird looks from my classmates, attempting to focus on taking notes.
By the end of it, I was alternating between subconsciously flinging my free hand in the air and rubbing my thigh. The professor let us go, and I packed up my things quickly. At this point, I was seriously debating just using the bathroom in between the two classes and just refilling later, but I was stopped by the professor.
She waited until everyone had left, and asked if everything was okay, that I seemed tense and fidgety. I had my legs pressed tightly together and was shaking as I nodded, fiddling with my book bag straps to keep my hands busy. She took a swig of her water, and I couldn’t help but whimper a tad.
Finally, she let me go. I thanked her and all but ran out of there, checking the time: 9:54. I had literally no time to pee, running across the campus once again. Halfway there, I had a hand between my legs as the jostling swished the pee around again, and I had to stop once or twice to not lose it completely.
I got there right as the professor was locking the door, my hand out of my crotch and fiddling with my shirt instead. In bio, on that day we had a lab, so I had to slip goggles, a lab coat and gloves, make my way to my usual group, and work. The room was freezing, and we can’t touch our clothes because of the possible chemicals that end up on the gloves, so I couldn’t hold myself. I could only cross my legs and move them around as we messed around with bacteria.
One dumbass decided to see what would happen if he poured water into the dish, and watching/hearing it trickle out of the bottle was too much, and a two-second spurt escaped. I gripped the desk and ground my crotch into the chair, cutting it off. My group looked at me weird and questioned my red face, but I chalked it up to girl problems and they, all males and oblivious to female issues, left it as that.
For the rest of the lab, I kept grinding into my chair to distract myself just enough. Because I had to rush in the morning, I was wearing sweatpants, which caused a delicious friction. I was already horny, and I used the mindset of it keeping my mind off of my full bladder to keep going. I lost count how many times I edged, but it was at least 30 by the time class was over.
Now, I was torn between going to the bathroom or forcing myself to hold until she got home, which would be in about an hour from that point. Walking out of the building, I passed by a bathroom, which only increased my urge. Making a split decision, I rush inside…only to see all of the stalls out of order.
I grabbed myself with both hands, trying to not lose it right then and there. Desperate, I prop myself up against the wall and slip a hand in my pants, rapidly playing with myself. If I had tried to run to the other bathroom, I almost definitely would’ve wet myself, and my car was closer.
Halfway to an edge, my girlfriend called me. I answered the phone, my voice husky and breathless. “H-hello?”
She sounded breathless as well, but out of exhaustion. “Hey, baby. Just letting you know that I’ll be home soon, okay? In about 45 minutes. I just have to finish up a couple more things.”
“O-okay…” Part of me was tempted to cum right then and there, to get her flustered in public. I didn’t, however, and simply brought myself to another edge.
She did notice the sounds, however. “Are you okay? You sound a bit…off.”
“I’m g-good, went for a r-run,” I stammer, another edge following through.
In case you’re wondering what edging is, it’s the practice of bringing yourself close to orgasm without falling over it. You come down from the high, and then you get close to it again. Rinse, repeat.
She paused, but went along with it. “Okay. I’ll see you soon, gotta go!” With that, she hung up. Shortly after, I removed my hand, licking up my own juices. I caress my bladder bulge, enjoying how firm and round it is. Finally, I get to my car and drive home.
By the time I get home, the peaked arousal wore off a bit, the desperation peeking through. I rush inside, ignoring the bathroom, and make my way to the bedroom, quickly changing into the clothes I mentioned earlier. Climbing into bed, I prepare myself.
Laying in bed, I keep my legs crossed while I feel myself up, slightly grinding into the air. I slipped my hands under the bra, playing with my nipples to make them hard as diamond.
The closer it got to her getting home, the more desperate I got. By the time I heard the front door click, I had a hand in between my legs, rocking side to side on the bed. “Baby! Where are you?” she called out.
She found me in the bedroom, alternating between holding myself and rubbing my clit. Her expression goes from shocked to sheer, utter horniness. She climbed on top of me, pausing when she saw my full bladder. She gingerly placed her hand on it and whispered, “You were holding it this entire time for me?”
I nodded, closing my legs and crossing them under her. “I haven’t gone since last night.”
I could’ve sworn her eyes were gonna pop out of her head. “It’s after one, and you haven’t gone since yesterday??”
I nod, snaking a hand between us to my crotch as well. The more she talked about it, the more I realized how much I’ve been holding. A few seconds later, I had a massive sense of urgency wash over me, and I honestly felt like I was gonna lose it. I tried to get up, but she held my legs down and sat on top of them.
I moaned, twisting my hips around to make up for my legs being kept down. “I don’t think I can hold it until later,” I admit, my free hand beginning to shake. “I didn’t realize it was that bad until now.”
“You can hold it,” she said huskily, leaning forward into me. She kissed me, moving around to slip my shorts off of my body. Her knuckles brush against my bladder, causing me to shiver. Slowly, she moves down, trailing hot kisses on my neck and collarbone. She pulls my shirt up to latch onto a nipple, making it hard.
I wanted to tease her, but there was no way I could focus enough to do that. She bit down hard, and the sudden spark of pleasure caused me to leak. I moaned and wiggled my hips more, saying to my girlfriend, “Losing it, losing it…”
“Just a bit longer…” I could tell that there was no way in hell of telling her I was about to pee; she was too far into it to let me go even if I was on the verge of wetting. I stopped trying, however I needed something to help take the edge off. So, I maneuvered myself so that I could wrap my legs around hers, grinding against it.
She stopped moving for a bit and let me rock against her, shoving a hand down her pants and rubbing her own clit while using her free one to caress my bladder. Watching her only increased my horniness…which increased my desperation.
Of course, I started to forget English again. A hard leak shot out of me when she hit a particular sensitive spot on my bladder, shouting, “No puedo esperar, por favor dejame ir al baño.” I can’t wait, please let me go to the bathroom.
She didn’t bother to listen; the damn leak hitting her leg turned her on more. She rubbed herself a bit longer before she moved away, tearing her pants down. I took advantage of the newfound freedom and held myself tightly, moaning loudly. She reached on the tabletop next to us…and pulled out our wand. Fuck.
The wand almost always makes me cum quickly, and as you guys might’ve picked up on, I can’t hold it once I cum. I simply just can’t, especially if it’s a strong orgasm. My girlfriend climbs back onto the bed, and positions herself…right over my face. I can feel the wand pressing against my clit, and shortly there’s a soft buzzing going on. “You’ll cum when I do,” she says.
Naturally, I start licking and sucking. I start leaking every few seconds because of the wand, as well as edging a lot faster than normal. Each edge in return caused another leak, and I end up sitting on top of a decently soaked portion of the bed.
After a few minutes, She starts grinding against my tongue, indicating that she’s getting close. The moment she falls off the edge, she turns the wand onto its highest setting, pushing me over the edge as well…as well as breaking the already broken dam. I cum, hard. The force of the stream is so strong that it actually manages to trickle off the bed and onto the floor.
She makes me cum twice, and I’m still pissing afterwards. She climbs off, watching the stream until it tapers off. Finally, she kisses me…before straddling my waist again.
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