Posted by Matrix on January 21, 1999 at 09:05
In Reply to: Lots posted by Matrix on January 21, 1999 at 02:43
Here are the girls I remember.
A long long time ago in a kindergarten far far away (sorry my attempt at humour). A girl had a fancy for me. Always sat with me in class and stuff, whatever that meant at that age. Anyway, she asked to go to the bathroom (I recall we had a blue and pink key on the wall which we took with us so that only one of each sex could go and everyone in the class knew if they had to wait till someone else came back).. The teacher told her she could go and she stood up and peed right there, beside me. Didn’t mean a thing to me at that age.
I was playing with two girls. The game involved me keeping them from escaping (my prisoners so the game went). I had been successful for about half of the lunch period when one of the girls said she needed to go. I told her she was not getting away with that excuse. Well the other one also agreed with her. I wouldn’t let them go, as I thought they were just playing, and deep down I guess I wanted to make them wait. Well they started doing the pee pee dance and pleading and eventually they asked a bigger boy to help them. I still thought, at this stage, that they were just playing the game. Anyway I let them go at the bigger boys request but, as they ran off, I chased them (just playfully. Anyway, I caught one half way to the toilet block. She was panicked and told me to let go and said “if I wet myself I’m telling (the teacher) on you”. She then started to wet but I never got In trouble. At the time it fascinated me, but now many years since I realise this is the point where it all started.
At the same school, about 6 months later, a girl in our choir wet herself but I only saw the results, a wet skirt.
I went to play over at a friends house, I must have been about ten. His younger sister had friends over and they were looking through magazines for pictures, of horses I think, for some school project. They were really getting excited and I noticed his sister was jumping about and showing signs of being desperate. She was really excited about each picture they found and carrying on you could see she did not want to leave her friends for one second. A couple of times she went to the lounge door then went back when her friends started talking about a picture they had found. Eventually she ran to the lounge room door (by this stage I was fascinated) and, as she got to the door she paused while holding onto the door handle, crouched and waited, opened the door, let out a little “hum” like sound, then disappeared off to the toilet. I did not see the result but noticed she had changed jeans.
I must have been 8 when one girl in our class behind me asked the teacher to leave the class room. He said she had to wait till he finished reading his story. I kept turning around , she was holding herself and rocking. She was going quite red, I remember and I said something like “how are you doing” to her (I was paying very little attention to the story as were most of the class). She replied “It’s really bad”. She started to close her eyes then the teacher took pitty on her (I think, now, that he was enjoying the show as well). She got up and trotted off, very bowed over. She had a long way to go to get to the bathroom but I never found out if she made it as the class ended before she returned.
About 11, we went on an excursion. On the return trip we stopped at a petrol station. I went to the toilet with a lot of other kids. Some went into the diner for lunch, one of those was my girlfriend at the time. I joined her later and ate lunch. After, I went outside while she was talking to her friend. She came out to me and was really desperate and asked me which direction the toilets were (as the entrance was on one of the sides. I quite innocently pointed one way and said, I think that way is quickest, a little confused because of the direction the bus pulled up. Before I could correct myself she had already run off. I yelled to her that I could be wrong, She stopped, turned round, then with hands between her legs yelled back “too late” and went around the corner. When she came back she said she could not make it and had peed just around the corner of the building.
Same girl as above, we had finished the last class of the day. We walked down from the classes (it was a three story building with the toilets underneath). As we got down she said she had to go to the toilet. As she headed into the toilet entrance I called out to her that our bus had already arrived and she looked up. Both of us could see that the bus was almost loaded, which meant it would soon leave. She stood for a few seconds in the door way, deciding if she should risk going or not. She ended up heading off to the bus with me. The ride home was about 15 minuets. During the trip she started with crossed legs then was fairly open at the end in holding herself and kept saying “got to go , got to go” . She got off the bus a stop before me and I saw her heading home doubled up.
One last one , probably my best school sighting. When I was at high school, 17, I did some gardening work for a local primary school. The kids there were still in school for about two weeks while I was there. One morning I was moving some rubbish and passed the girls toilets. There was a girl there, I recognised her as it was a small town, and she would have been 12 at the time. The toilet block had not been opened. She was squatted down in front of the grill, still clothed, but I suspect she had been thinking of going at the door. She asked me if I had the key or if I knew when they would be opened. I said I did not have the key. Another girl run over from the playground toward the toilets and, when she was told the toilet was closed she just said “oh no” and ran off towards the junior toilets on the other side of thee school. The girl squatted outside these toilets had moved her hand to her crotch and was pushing so hard. It’s hard to explain but basically imagine a girl, skit up, blue panties, and the top of her hand pushed in between her legs. I suggested she go over to the junior toilets but she stated she could not make it. Her friend suggested she just go there (seeing she was inside a small return ). She said no, but then I saw a dark patch form between her legs and run through her hands. She took her hand away and flowed out through her panties. She started to cry, saying she couldn’t wait any longer. When she was done I ended up taking her to the principles office to fix her up.
There were so many more, now I think of it, but I don’t want to over do it.
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Matrix