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  WET LESBIAN ROMANCE

  Desperately About To Burst

  Nicolette Dane

  Copyright © 2015 Nicolette Dane

  All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All romantically involved characters within this book are consenting adults over the age of 18 and are not related by blood.

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  Your “Look Inside” Quickie

  As I was taking off my knickers, Emma dropped her towel to the bathroom floor and now fully naked, she stepped into the shower and joined me. She had a beautiful body, curvy yet fit, large and plump breasts, wide hips and a full ass. Emma was voluptuous and the opposite of my small, lithe body with an almost flat ass and tiny tits.

  “Feeling better?” she asked me with a devious smile.

  “Much,” I said, relief smeared across my face. I leaned back against the shower wall and sighed happily. I closed my eyes momentarily but when I did, I suddenly felt Emma’s hand slither between my legs, cradling the wetness of my pussy, my lips, my mound. Her fingers traced over my slit, damp with pee.

  “I can’t explain it,” said Emma. “But it really turned me on watching you piss yourself.”

  “Oh?” I said, enjoying the feeling of Emma’s tender petting between my thighs. I opened my eyes and, looking down, I saw my friend’s perky chest sticking out and closing in on me.

  “Mm hmm,” she said, leaning in closer to me and kissing me on the side of my neck.

  “That tickles,” I cooed with a giggle. Emma’s fingers methodically moved over my slit, pushing between it and parting my lips, causing me to grow wetter with my own arousal. I dropped my mouth half open and released a soft moan.

  “Touch me, too,” Emma whispered into my ear. And so I did. Pushing my hand between her legs, I began to feel her pussy. Her lips were firm and puffy, hairless and soft, meaty folds of smooth flesh. A subtle trickle of viscid juice oozed out from her lips as I touched her, her pussy awakening with our simultaneous touching.

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  DESPERATELY ABOUT TO BURST

  I ran up to the front of my building as quickly as I could and fumbled with the electronic keypad, punching in my code to unlock the door. I was going insane, squeezing my legs together and crouching down, desperately trying to stop from wetting myself. Typing my code in, I mistakenly hit the wrong number and had to wait 30 seconds to try again.

  Before I got to the front door of my condo building, I had been in the car for 45 minutes driving back into the city from the suburbs. I had spent the morning with my family, getting brunch and shopping, but had to head home to prepare for a party at my place tonight with my roommate. It wasn’t long after I got in my car that I realized I really had to go pee. Too much water and too much coffee at the restaurant. The ride home was painful. Pressing my thighs together tightly to keep myself from peeing, getting road rage at the city traffic.

  And here I was, back at my condo, so incredibly out of my mind that I could hardly punch in the door code properly.

  I was ready to cry. My body trembled and shivered. I squatted down in front of the door and took a deep breath, my straight blonde hair falling into my face and over my eyes. I could feel little dribbles of pee seep out of me and wet the front of my knickers. I was becoming resigned to the fact that I was going to wet myself right now, pissing through my knickers and my white shorts. Why had I worn white shorts? The anxiety was becoming too much to bear.

  Feeling a second attempt in me, I quickly stood up and struggled to input my door code one more time. Success! I ripped the door open and bolted inside, passing up my mailbox and almost tripping over a package that the delivery service had tossed inside haphazardly. Turning round a corner, I sped down the short, narrow hallway that lead to the elevator.

  Once approaching the elevator, I hit the button for what seamed like minutes. It was a slow elevator in an older, industrial style loft building. It took forever. I waited, struggling, holding my crotch, trying not to think about completely drenching myself, staining my shorts yellow, right there in public. What if one of my neighbors saw me? I would be so embarrassed. Everybody would think I was a freak. Who pisses themselves in the lobby of their condo building?

  Looking up, I saw the elevator floor change from the third floor to the second. How a building that only had three floors had such a slow elevator, I’ll never understand. But at least it was coming down. My bladder was overflowing and it felt like it could burst right out of me. I’d never experienced having to pee so badly. I could see it happening to old people, but I was only 22. How had it gotten to this point?

  I again squatted down to the floor, bending myself at my midsection to attempt to stymie the urge. Folded over and achy, I bounced nervously on my feet, looking down at the ground, taking slow and deep breathes. My hands slid between my legs and I held tightly to myself, gripping at my pussy through my clothes, trying to stop it all from squirting out onto the floor below me.

  There was a single trickle. Then another. My knickers were moistening further still. Piss slowly exited me and saturated the underside of my knickers, dribbling slightly into my ass crack and wetting my knickers in the back as well. Then I heard the elevator ding, looked up, and saw that it had arrived to the first floor. Quickly standing up, I shook my body out, ready to get up to my condo to finally relieve myself.

  As the elevator door slowly slid open, I could not believe my eyes. Inside of it were two moving men and a wide couch positioned upright, completely taking up all the space in the elevator.

  “Pardon us,” one of them said. He placed a weighty doorstop in the way of the elevator door to prevent it from closing. “It’ll just be a few minutes for us to get this couch out.”

  “Gah!” I exclaimed, infuriated by the inconvenience but even more anxiety ridden because I felt as though I was absolutely going to explode with piss.

  Coming up with a new plan, I ran away from the elevator and toward the back hallway. The stairwell, why hadn’t I thought of it originally? Tearing the door open to the stairwell, I leapt up onto the first stair and then bounded up the rest, skipping steps on occasion, frantic to get upstairs and to my bathroom. One hand lingered near the railing in case I happened to trip and the other was lodged firmly between my legs, holding onto myself, tightening and squeezing. I was going mad.

  I pushed through the door to the third floor, hurriedly made a right, and rushed down the hallway. Reaching behind myself, I unhooked the small bundle of keys from my shorts belt loop and fidgeted with them until I found the key to my condo, gripping onto it tightly and ready to thrust it into the lock as quickly as possible. I made one more turn, almost crying in distressed anguish, and saw my door at the end of the hall. Reaching my door, I stuck the key out into the doorknob and missed. I tried again and missed.
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  “Come on,” I said aloud. “Fuck!”

  In my nervousness I had lost some of my motor skills, but I was successful in inserted the key on the third attempt. I unlocked the door, busted inside, and quickly slammed the door behind me.

  Inside of my condo, I tossed my keys to a table near the doorway, releasing them with a little too much force and causing them to slide off the table and fall to the floor. I didn’t care. I raced across the length of the open-layout loft space, desperately trying to get to the bathroom.

  Being so close, my body knew it was almost time to release and it started to relax, only making the urge to piss grow tenfold in me. I couldn’t believe it. I was furious. My brain was cloudy. All I could think of was getting this pee out of me. As I dashed across the floor, one of my flip-flops fell off my foot and almost tripped me up, but I kept going, seeing the bathroom door in sight.

  But as I neared the bathroom, I saw that the door was closed. Approaching the outside of it, I heard that familiar pitter patter of water coming from behind the door. My roommate Emma must be taking a shower. I wanted to beat down that door, punch my fist through the thin wood. I was livid. I felt another dribble of pee run out of me and pool into my knickers, quickly absorbing into the fabric, and adding to the dampness I was feeling between my legs.

  “Emma!” I yelled, banging on the door. “I have to pee!”

  She didn’t respond. All I could hear was the running of the shower.

  “Emma!” I called once more. “Please! I really have to use the toilet.”

  “Jeanie?” I heard in a muffled tone from within the bathroom. “Is that you?”

  “Yes!” I replied. “I’m going to piss myself out here!”

  “I’ll be out in a sec,” she replied. The shower didn’t stop running. The water just kept on gushing, making me feel like I too could start gushing at any minute.

  I tried the doorknob a couple of times, but Emma had locked the door. Turning from the bathroom door, I felt myself shaking. I didn’t think I could hang on much longer. My knickers were getting soaked, the fabric sticking against my pussy and making me feel sodden and moist. I bent over and looked at myself between my legs. The thin material of my white shorts was beginning to show spotting, little dark droplets of piss were soaking through from my knickers.

  “Oh God,” I moaned sadly, lowering myself to my knees on the hardwood floor below me. It was becoming far more than I could handle. My entire body felt filled to the brim with piss, like I could piss for days and still not be fully relieved.

  I placed my hands on the ground now as well, sitting on all fours, my butt sticking up slightly in the air. I squeezed and twisted myself inside, wanting so much to avoid what was becoming more and more inevitable. Little tears streamed out of my eyes, I was upset and in pain. I could still hear the running water of the shower behind me and convinced that Emma was taking her time, I resigned to the fact that I had really no other option.

  I let go.

  The feeling of relief was immediate and wonderful. While I could still feel the aches deep inside of me, the cramping feeling of holding myself shut quickly dissipated. First my knickers become completely soaked through, piss squirting from inside of me and drenching the thin fabric of my underwear. The stream of piss leaving me felt full and thick, a spray of pee that would have been a thick, long torrent had there not been clothing covering my lower body.

  “Oh no,” I cried softly, feeling the waterlogged wetness between my legs. I was instantly regretful but there was nothing I could do. I had opened the floodgates and there was no turning back now.

  Once my knickers were solidly soaked, piss began spilling out of them and down my legs. Rivulets of urine exited from both leg holes in my shorts, flowing down my bare thighs, and dripping onto the wood floor underneath me. My white shorts revealed wetness all over them, coloring the shorts a saturated grey in the crotch and in haphazard lines along the legs. Soon the crotch of my shorts started to leak as well, droplets of piss soaking through the material and falling down under me.

  Taking a deep breath, I was becoming relaxed although still ashamed and embarrassed about what was happening. The pee didn’t stop, flowing just as strongly as it had when I first started. And I still felt pressured and full. Even though I was beginning to feel liberation from the pained feeling of holding it in, I felt like I could keep going and going.

  I sighed contentedly, enthused and happy that I could feel the sensation of release. Although I was absolutely drenched down below, piss spilling down my legs and trickling to my knees, a pool of urine accumulating under me, my knickers sopping and stuck to my body, I was becoming drunk on the alleviation of letting the pee go.

  “Jeanie?” I heard from behind me. Quickly turning my head, I saw Emma starring down at me with a confused and worried look on her face. She wore a white towel wrapped around her body and a smaller white towel coiled around her head to dry her dark brown hair.

  “Oh Emma,” I moaned, looking at her with a pouting look on my face. “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you pissing yourself?” she said. “Am I really seeing this?”

  “I really had to go,” I said sadly. “I couldn’t hold it any longer.”

  “Well, get up and get into the bathroom!” she exclaimed.

  She was right. I was still crouched there on the floor pissing myself while the bathroom was now available. I speedily hopped up onto my feet, pee still streaming out of me and down my legs, and I pushed passed Emma and into the bathroom. I anxiously looked to the toilet and to myself, and realizing that there was no time to take my clothes off (I was still pissing after all), I jumped into the shower, still damp with beads of water from Emma, and continued wetting myself while fully dressed.

  Reaching down, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall down my legs, subsequently kicking them off my feet to the far side of the tub. Piss continued to course out of me, the front of my baby blue knickers soaked, darkened, and bulging, pee spilling out of the elastic leg holes on either side of my underwear. I threaded my fingers into one of the leg holes of my knickers and pulled the stretchy fabric to the side, finally releasing my pussy from the confines of wet clothing. A thick stream of piss shot out from inside of me, flowing a couple feet away from me as I aimed it toward the shower drain.

  As I continued to piss, I looked up and saw Emma leaning in the doorway smiling at me. She had removed the towel from her head and let her dark hair, long and wet, fall down over her shoulders. Emma had an odd grin on her face, her green eyes sparkling, her shower-warm face dotted with subtle freckles under her eyes.

  “I’m sorry,” I said again, upset with myself that I had been put in this position.

  “No,” said Emma with a sly grin. “It’s kinda fun to watch you pee.”

  “You’re crazy,” I said with a nervous laugh. Looking back down at my crotch, I continued to hold my knickers to one side and relieve myself in a thinning stream of piss spurting from my wet lips.

  Emma took a few steps closer to the shower, her eyes transfixed on my pissing. Once she approached the shower, she placed a hand onto the shower door. The towel wrapped around her body slid down slightly, flapping open and revealing her ample breasts, thick and full and meaty, hanging perfectly off of her chest with youthful elasticity.

  “Can I join you?” Emma asked in a sultry tone. “I want to do it too.”

  “Pee?” I asked. “I suppose.” By this point I was finally beginning to remember what it was like to not feel incredible pressure in my bladder, and my stream of piss was becoming thinner and less frequent. Squeezing out a few more thin squirts, I sighed and released the hold on my knickers, letting the completely soaked fabric slide back over my pussy.

  In the tub below me were little pools of urine all over, slowly coursing toward the drain. I slid my fingers into either side of my moist knickers and pushed them down over my ass and thighs, the fabric sticking to me slightly as I took them down. Soon they dropped to my feet and I steppe
d out of them, standing there in the shower wearing a white tank top and naked from the waist down.

  As I was taking off my knickers, Emma dropped her towel to the bathroom floor and now fully naked, she stepped into the shower and joined me. She had a beautiful body, curvy yet fit, large and plump breasts, wide hips and a full ass. Emma was voluptuous and the opposite of my small, lithe body with an almost flat ass and tiny tits.

  “Feeling better?” she asked me with a devious smile.

  “Much,” I said, relief smeared across my face. I leaned back against the shower wall and sighed happily. I closed my eyes momentarily but when I did, I suddenly felt Emma’s hand slither between my legs, cradling the wetness of my pussy, my lips, my mound. Her fingers traced over my slit, damp with pee.

  “I can’t explain it,” said Emma. “But it really turned me on watching you piss yourself.”

  “Oh?” I said, enjoying the feeling of Emma’s tender petting between my thighs. I opened my eyes and, looking down, I saw my friend’s perky chest sticking out and closing in on me.

  “Mm hmm,” she said, leaning in closer to me and kissing me on the side of my neck.

  “That tickles,” I cooed with a giggle. Emma’s fingers methodically moved over my slit, pushing between it and parting my lips, causing me to grow wetter with my own arousal. I dropped my mouth half open and released a soft moan.

  “Touch me, too,” Emma whispered into my ear. And so I did. Pushing my hand between her legs, I began to feel her pussy. Her lips were firm and puffy, hairless and soft, meaty folds of smooth flesh. A subtle trickle of viscid juice oozed out from her lips as I touched her, her pussy awakening with our simultaneous touching.

  “You’re smooth,” I murmured as Emma continued to kiss my neck and nuzzle her face against me. I craned my head to side, closed my eyes, and smiled.

  “I was shaving when you were pissing yourself,” she said with a soft chuckle. “Sorry.”