Posted by CASSIE on January 23, 1999 at 07:01
I've got a story but first:
This is really getting silly, so I'm taking a breather from the board. Obviously no one has been fooled because even though the little boy impersonating me has actually been putting my real email in the post, no one has sent me mail complaining. The last message from "CASSIE" below is, of course, not me. I haven't posted since Thursday, USA time. I will not post again before Wednesday unless it is just a re-post from Alori's. Let me know if you like these and I will post more!
From now on, I will only post messages directly associated with w/s. Any comments about the nature of a post or why it was posted or how it was posted or who someone is, etc. with my name attached is not me.
Thanks! If you want to talk, I'll be at Elite for then next few days. Sorry for the inconvenience Dane, Lionheart, -A- and everyone else! Here's that post. Let me point out that this is happened before I came to terms with being bisexual and that "Kelly" is NOT "Hannah":
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Posted by CASSIE on May 15, 1997 at 18:43:15:
Just wanted to let everyone know that I think I'm stepping over the line. And it's all your fault!
You're all terrible influences! I was on the chat page earlier today talking to -- I think --Tracie about how much fun it would be wetting your pants in front of someone you knew. I did it that one time in Chicago, but it was amidst strangers. Anyway, I was sitting there in the school computer lab getting hornier and hornier and I kept peeing in the diaper I was wearing under my skirt even though I was already worried it was about to leak. We were telling each other that it would be great to do it in front of each other. When I finally went to the bathroom to change the
diaper, my zipper on the jean shorts I was wearing underneath (I have to take precautions in case
of leaks, you know!) stuck a little and I got to thinking that that would be a great excuse for a desperate situation. So I decided not to put on another diaper but, instead, my regular white underwear. I hurried down to my gym locker because I always keep an extra pair of jeans there.
At lunch, Kelly and I walked over to Hardees and I told her that we should just skip the rest of the day. We're seniors, we get good grades, they all love us in the office and we're graduating in 2 weeks, so we just made up a lame excuse about needing to go home and they let us. They didn't even really seem to care in the office. Y'know, it pays to be the GOOD student sometimes!
I had drunk the largest soda they have at Hardees and had gotten a refill, so I was plenty full of liquids. When we finally headed for my house around 12:50, I wasn't really lying when I told her that I needed to pee badly. As we walked, I kept fidgeting and saying, "I've got to get straight to the bathroom." Kelly kept joking about how much soda I had drunk. I had been thinking about this for so long now, that I was just about cumming at the thought of her seeing me desparate!
I made sure to put as much effort as possible into holding my legs tight and I kind of fumbled for the keys. When we got inside, I headed for the bathroom, undoing the button of my pants as I walked quickly. Kelly was right behind me but stopped in the kitchen. I stopped halfway across the living room, still in her view, and tugged at my zipper.
"Dammit," I said and pulled harder, faking as if it was stuck. I crossed my legs and kind of hesitated for a second as if to catch my breath and then yanked again on the zipper.
"Is it stuck," Kelly asked me walking into the living room.
"Yeah, I said, "and I really have to go." I kind of wimpered it.
"You're not going to go in your pants are you?" she asked a little shocked.
"I might," I said as if about to cry. "It won't come
down."
Kelly started to giggle a little and said, "you're gonna wet your pants!"
I yanked and jerked at the zipper but didn't move it. I stopped again to kind of compose myself and tried again.
All of a sudden, I closed my legs together really tightly, gave her a pathetic look and peed my pants. It was so good! It completely soaked both my legs and ran all around my butt cheeks.
"Shit," I said.
Kelly's eyes got really big and then she started to giggle and laugh and put a hand over her mouth. "You're peeing your pants!" I was so embarassed. I couldn't believe I was wetting my pants in front of my best friend.
"Please," I said, and acted like I was about to cry,
"don't tell anyone. I can't stop it." I stood there dripping.
"Don't worry," she said, "you know I wouldn't." I did know that. She's a good friend.
Then she surprised me. "Do you want me to help get the zipper loose?" Since it wasn't really stuck, I grabbed it and yanked as if as hard as I could and let it move a little. "I think it's moving..." Kelly reached over and moved a little closer to get the zipper. She had to put one hand on my soaking waist band to get leverage and pulled it down for me. It just about sent me into orgasm and I shook. I couldn't believe she did that and I wasn't sure what to say at first. Instead, I stripped off my wet pants in the living room and looked at my slightly yellow-stained underwear. Kelly was staring holes through them, so for the hell of it, I pulled them off too and walked upstairs nude from the waistdown. "I'm going to take a shower," I
said, though I didn't want to but felt I should because she would probably be shocked if I didn't want to. When I got downstairs, we talked for about an hour, but Kelly kept turning the conversation to what had happened. She never really said she liked it, but she couldn't stop talking about it.
When she finally left around 2:50, I put my wet pants back on and masturbated really hard in my room. I never really thought I was gay,or even bi, and I still would never want
to have sex or kiss a woman. But I would die to see her peeing her pants in front of me! Who knows?
Email: cassievale@hotmail.com