(Warning: a bit of a sex scene near the end!)
Hey! It’s Angie, back with another story. Boy, this is a good one.
For a bit of a refresher, I’m 5 feet tall, slight tan, heavy accent, brown, wavy hair and eyes, and glasses. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a tank top. My girlfriend, Kai, is half a foot taller, darker skin,dark hair that’s cut short (growing it out though), and glasses. She wore black shorts and a grey t-shirt.
My girlfriend’s a hardcore comic fan. She’s dragged me to nearly every superhero movie there was, the latest being Wonder Woman and Black Panther (both were really good, so no regrets). So, Infinity War came out recently, and she just had to see it.
She didn’t bother telling me that the movie was three hours long.
She picked me up from my place around 3pm so that we could go out to eat and the mall, treating the day like a date. We stopped at a Chinese buffet, eating a few plates and having unlimited refills of pink lemonade before heading to the mall an hour later. Me being a dumbass that loves caffeine, I begged Kai to buy me a large coffee. She gave in and did, while she got a donut.
I ended up getting another small coffee by the time we left for the theaters at 6pm. As we were in the car, I realized that my bladder felt moderately full, enough to make me close my legs. No matter, I thought. I can stop at the bathrooms there before the movie.
Turned out, I couldn’t. The line for tickets was out the door, and it took a half hour to get to the front. By that time my bladder felt even more full, most likely due to the frustration and cold AC in the place. I started fidgeting slightly, but my girlfriend was too excited for the movie to notice me shuffling around slightly and crossing my legs every once in a while.
We finally got inside, and she insisted on buying snacks for the movie. No problem, I would just get popcorn. Of course, the damn concession guy talked my girlfriend into buying a large slurpee and soda, giving me the slurpee. We got to our seats, munching on popcorn and whatnot. By the time the movie started, I realized that I drunk roughly a third of the massive slurpee already, and that my bladder already felt heavier than earlier. I shifted around a little, found another comfortable spot and made the decision to eat more popcorn to slow down the liquids.
In my mind, it never registered that popcorn is normally salty, thus making you want to drink more. Throughout the first half of the movie, I kept drinking more and more until it was actually empty. My girlfriend noticed and, without tearing her eyes from the movie, moved the empty cup and put her barely-touched soda in between. I was still thirsty, so I made a vow to slowly sip at the soda instead of inhaling it like the other drink.
Towards the last half hour of the movie, my bladder felt way past its comfort zone. I started rocking back and forth, rubbing my thighs in an effort to keep my hands busy. In my decision to slowly drink, I failed to realize how long the movie truly was, and by the time I realized that it was somewhat nearing its end, the soda was half gone.
Apparently, I started whimpering. My girlfriend swatted my arm and shushed me. I bit my lip and snaked a hand between my legs, grabbing myself tightly. She still didn’t notice anything until I started whimpering again, trembling.
She looked over at me, thoroughly shocked at my figure. “Why don’t you just get up and go?” she whispered.
“Don’t wanna miss any of the movie,” I whispered back. “There isn’t that much left, right? I can wait.”
She nodded, watching the movie again. However, I could feel her eyes on me. I had to undo my belt and shorts button in order to not lose it right then and there. By the time we hit the credits, I was curled into a ball, using both hands to hold myself, and had my legs double crossed. The moment the lights in the theater lit up I jumped to my feet. However, I felt her grab my arm.
“There’s always a bonus scene after the credits,” she said. “Sit down.”
I moaned, lowering myself very, very slowly into the chair again. Five minutes later, the scene came on. After it ended I stood up again, looking at her pleadingly. “Can I go now? Please?”
She nodded, but stood in front of me when I started walking. “Now, you know damn well you can’t go out there looking like that. Stand up straight, move your hands away and uncross your legs.”
It was quite the effort, but I managed to do all of that. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathrooms outside the theatre…where there was a ridiculously long line. Turned out, one side of the stalls flooded, and left nasty sewer water everywhere, so the only available bathroom was the family bathroom just before the rest of the stalls.
Seeing the line made my bladder throb, and I couldn’t help but grab myself again. “Babe, I don’t think I can hold it until that line goes down,” I admit. “I really gotta go.”
She looks at me, and I can tell she’s turned on, but trying to resist the urge to make it worse for me. “I’ll drive you to your place, it’s closer,” she told me. We headed to her car, me climbing into her seat and curling into a ball again. I avoided the seatbelt until I couldn’t, not wanting the pressure on my bladder.
Just my luck, it started to rain; not starting as a drizzle and gradually building, but started as a torrential downpour right off the bat. My bladder felt like a bowling ball laying in the lower part of my stomach, and any pressure threatened to make me leak. “How much longer?” I whined after a bit.
“Couple more minutes,” she answered. “Your mom’s gotta be at work right now. Do you have your key?”
…Well, shit. I didn’t have it, because I didn’t think to grab it before I left. She opted to drive to her house then, turning the car around. She didn’t notice a huge pothole, jolting my bladder. The sudden shaking was too much, and for a solid four seconds I was pissing a hard stream before I could cut it off. The crotch of my shorts were soaked. “Baby…I’m losing it,” I said.
She turned onto the highway, where she immediately got to a standstill. My bladder throbbed at the thought of waiting even longer, forcing out another leak. Unable to stand it any longer, I zipped my shorts down and started getting off in an attempt to distract myself. “Sorry, but I have to,” I said after she looked over.
She stared at me for a few moments, trying to decide whether to be nice or not. Eventually, she placed a hand on my stomach, feeling the bulge. “There’s no way in hell you’re this full from the movie alone,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
I blushed. “I…may or may not have been holding since the mall.”
She glanced at the clock: 11pm. “You’ve been holding it for seven hours??”
I groaned at the reminder. “Yes! I should’ve went before the movies…”
“…So you’re holding back three cups of lemonade, two coffees, a massive slurpee and half of the same cup of soda?” She sounded impressed and intrigued.
I just groaned again at the volume of liquids I consumed, and could only nod my head. Her hand moved around, caressing the bulge. I leaked again, taking advantage of her hand being nearby and shoving it over my crotch.
We were stuck in traffic for about twenty minutes, the result of a horrible car accident that covered the entire highway, thus resulting the standstill despite it being nearly midnight. My girlfriend couldn’t help herself and, right before we continued driving, played with herself for a bit while her fingers were buried deep into me.
Even while driving, she kept her hand there. I was actually distracted until there was that familiar coil of heat, signalling me getting close to the edge. “B-baby, stop, I’m getting close,” I begged, trying to pry her hand off.
She actually went faster, pushing me dangerously close. It took all my willpower to not cum, and because I was now focused on that, my bladder took the liberty of leaking even more. I finally got her hand away, gripping my legs tightly with my hands.
“Fuck you,” I panted. “I really need to…”
She pulled up in front of her house, quickly shutting the car off, opening her door and running over to my side. She climbed in and straddled my waist, kissing me deeply. “God, I’m so turned on right now,” she admitted. “I want you.”
Granted, I was turned on, too, and we hadn’t had sex in over a month because of school and her job. Despite the temptation, my bladder screamed at the added pressure. “I need to pee!” I shouted as she was working her lips and tongue on my neck. She managed to tilt the carseat back until I was laying down, moving her lips onto my collarbone.
The next leak I had was so hard, despite the rain and our panting it was audible. “Please…” I pleaded softly. “I need to go, now. We can finish this after.”
She reluctantly climbed off of me, letting me get out of the car. I practically ran to her front door, hobbling from foot to foot as she unlocked the door. I ran inside, hurrying to the bathroom near her room.
Right as I was about to close the door, she slipped inside. “I’m not done with you, yet,” she smirked.
I paid her no attention and tried to move toward the toilet, but she sat down on top of it. She pulled me down on top of her, took my shirt off and had me straddle her leg. She felt my bulge again, sucking on my nipples through my bra. I started grinding on her leg, both to help hold it in and to give my throbbing clit some attention.
She managed to get my bra off with one hand, leaving marks over the exposed skin. With the other hand she started rubbing my clit, kissing me hard when it was getting difficult to be quiet. Every few seconds I leaked, and within moments I could feel the coil of heat again. “Gonna…cum…” I warned her.
She bit down on a nipple while stroking my clit faster, pushing me over the edge. I came, hard. Immediately that opened the floodgates, causing me to piss all over my girlfriend. The relief quickly triggered another orgasm.
I came down from my high, still pissing. She was now rubbing herself furiously, soaked in my own piss. I decided to help out, moving around so that I’m pissing directly over where her hand is while making out with her. Within seconds, she was cumming.
After she was done, I was still pissing. “You really had to go, didn’t you?” she laughed.
I only blushed. I stopped a few seconds later. My and her shorts were soaked, as well as the bottom half of her shirt. She said she’d clean up the mess and got us both into the shower, where we both opted for another round.
