Posted by Donnie C. on October 09, 2008 at 03:54 [71.166.84.108]
In Reply to: Repost: Brenda Meets Mary Lou (Pt. 1) posted by Donnie C. on October 08, 2008 at 20:16
Posted by Brenda on March 16, 2000 at 16:53
MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY SEVEN
JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL
In my last chapter I introduced you to Mary Lou. Don't get me wrong. I still love the feeling of a penis. In other words I love men, but this was new, but yet, at the same time old. Mary Lou was a special kindred spirit. Looking back I was confused by the simple fact that I was bi even then. Mary may have been trash by everyone else's standards, including mine. But that day when she stole my heart, I fell in love. I now had a sister and fellow traveler. She was a dream come true. Another person who actually enjoyed messing in her panties.
When we got to her house she invited me in. Her dad was a long haul truck driver and was gone for weeks at a time. Her mom was at work and wouldn't be home until around midnight. She had three brothers, all older. As we entered her house one of her brothers was watching TV. He looked at me and suddenly sucked in his stomach and tried to act cool. He was really macho, despite the cartoons he was watching. Mary introduced me to him. His name was Marty and he was 15. He was cute.
Mary asked me to sit on her bed. Her room was allot like mine. She sat down on a hamper. "Does your brother know your thing?" I asked. "Sure, all my brothers know I mess my pants, so does my mom and dad, but they don't give a damn."
"So your brother thinks I am here because I am your friend. He must know that my panties are full too!"
"So what! It doesn't get him off like it does us. He doesn't give a fuck!"
An hour later he knocked on the door and brought us two cold cokes. "He never does this," Mary told me. "He wants into your panties."
"Sorry," I joked with her. "I have a mudslide in mine."
"I don't think it would matter." Mary was so cool. She leaned over and kissed me again. She reached under my skirt and rubbed my crotch while she kissed me. Then, she was standing over me and I don't know why but I raised my hand between her legs. Her Petti-Pants were wet and bulging and warm. I raised my hand and felt her bottom. God I loved the feeling. This was the first time I was able to feel someone else's load. I asked her if she was afraid her mom would catch her. She told me that her mom already knew and didn't care. Her brothers believed that all women messed their pants whenever they need to go. So Marty really only wanted to screw me. He was cute and if I sort of tingled at the idea of having him go under my skirt right now. How would he handle my surprise?
Becky tells me that being fucked while being loaded is safe and fun. I wouldn't know. I will, from previous knowledge admit though that a penis does feel good!
Mary and I talked for over an hour. She seemed surprised when I told her that she was my first real friend. "You're kind of, right?" she asked. "You really mean you have never met anyone else into this?" she re-questioned. I was confused. I asked her what she meant and she told me about the group she belonged to. It was like a club. All girls of course. The thing they all have in common is that they all enjoy messing and wetting their pants as often as possible. I was delighted and continued to question. She hushed me and told me to just wait.
She invited me out into the back yard. We walked right past Marty and he turned away from the TV to scan my bottom. I must admit I liked it. I remember wondering if he really knew?
As we exited the kitchen door Mary picked up a laundry basket. We were on our way out to recover some drying. There in the back of the yard were the clothes lines. Three lines of Mary's wash. Dresses, bra's, slips, nylons, petti-pants, lots of panties, towels and other assorted things. It was easy to see that it was all hers though. I was surprised by her obvious lack of concern for her family being able to see her underwear. I have always, always secretly cleaned up and used a dryer.
As Mary walked down the rows of dry wash she stopped and smiled. "Look here!" she announced. She placed her right hand on her lower abdomen and slightly lifted her dress. Long streams of pee ran down both legs without ever staining the front of her dress. "Have to go?" she asked. I spread my legs slightly and looked into Mary's eyes. She was watching me. I actually had to work at relaxing so my bladder could drain. Although I didn't have to look down, I could feel my pee running down my legs. Mary's eyes were staring down at my legs. This was the best pee I have ever done.
As she looked on I tensed up and pushed on my bowels again to round out the experience. Mary reached out and put her hand on my shoulder. She leaned in and kissed me. This suddenly beautiful girl with a full measure of wet and messy pants on under that now cute dress. How had I gone so long without meeting someone like her for all these years. There was so much to talk about and so much to catch up on. Her "So what!" attitude interested me. Her brothers know! Her mom and dad know! Wow, Mary is so lucky. My mom would have killed me. Points for discussion later.
The next morning I got a ride to school. Still I walked over to Mary's to walk with her. She answered the door in her bathrobe. She invited me in and I noticed the house was empty. She told me that her brothers were already gone and that her mom was asleep in her room. With her bedroom door still open she removed her robe. All she had on was a pair of cotton briefs. As we talked she put on a bra and sat down on the edge of her bed and rolled on a pair of nylons. I made a mental note to bring her a new pair tomorrow. She stood up and pulled a clean dress over her head. Then raised it and pulled a slip up around her waist. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She removed what looked like a folded hanky. She shook it open and it was a pair of petti-pants. She pulled them on and adjusted them.
"What are you wearing? she asked. I stood up and lifted my skirt. Today I was in white. I had on a slip, support panty nylons and my usual two pairs of cotton panties under them. Mary smiled and walked over and rubbed my bottom. "I like this," referring to my support panties. Mental note; bring a pair tomorrow. We already had lots to talk about as we walked to school.
My first question was about the others Mary had mentioned yesterday. My dream, my suspicion, that there must be other girls with messy panties was real. How could I miss it and Mary Lou have found it? We agreed to meet between each class even if just for a few seconds. I told Mary I would wait and fill my panties in front of her. Rarely have I been so desperate that I had to go then and there. Mary told me that she preferred to mess her pants in the middle of a class. Her release orgasm was very important to her. Where I liked the secrecy she liked the public aspect. I know she has done it privately before. But I have rarely done it in a crowd unless I just knew I would fit in.
At lunch I told Mary I was going to bring her a panty girdle tomorrow. She was excited. Apparently her semi-baggy petti-pants was her only attempt at secrecy. She seemed excited that I did not try and hide any wet spot or bulge in my panties. But then again my skirts and dresses stay down so who would care? I did notice a unique mannerism. One day a huge gust of wind hit our whole girls line. As the skirts and dress blew up, all girls immediately grabbed the front of their dress. I observed that I was the only one who grabbed the back. This was a special observation on my part. I used this response for years when watching other girls. Damn it, everyone but me grabs the front. My private area is the bulge in back that I always preferred to keep secret.
By lunch time Mary was already messy. She said she messed panties in second period. I had yet to go. Mary held my hand and asked me to go during music class. We agreed to change seats and I would use my old emergency move as a primary.
Lunch ended and we went to class. We were listening to music and Mrs. Chapman was reading at her desk. I pulled myself up and began to push. I looked around and Mary was starring. There were a few others watching me but Mary was the most important. It took twenty minutes but I got a good load moving and finally loaded a golf ball sized bulge into my crotch. I've had bigger, but as a point of reference, I did mess my pants.
In the park by the library Mary and I both wet while squatting down in front of each other. We talked until five that day. God, she was so cool.
One of the questions I asked her was, "Would you be embarrassed if you got into an accident and was laying on the ground in front of a crowd with a full load in your panties? What would you tell the doctors at the hospital if they hauled you in with a dress full of mess?" Mary laughed and told me she knows why I have never met anybody. "You don't understand life yet, Brenda. The only certainties in life are 1)you are born, 2)you shit, 3)you eat, 4)you pay taxes, 5)you shit again and die. Even my friend Mrs. Chapman will mess her pants when she dies," Mary giggled. "The trouble is she won't enjoy it," she remorsed.
This was all new to me. I then got a crash course on accidents and trauma. Mary had a strange but very exciting view of it all. She said she used to do something at home. When her brothers would pick on her or she was being punished by her parents, she would close her eyes and imagine she was dying. She said she would wet and mess her pants and make sure anyone around knew it. She learned that she had full control and attention then. She told me she would explain later.
Tomorrow, my delivery was the most important issue. The next morning I gave Mary a gift of a brand new pair of support panties and a couple of pairs of pantyhose. She told me this was the first time she ever messed in a dress without petti-pants and she said it was great and naughty She wore them from then on to school and said she felt naughty. God, how hot!
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