Posted by dragon on December 15, 2010 at 08:22 [70.76.52.170]
In Reply to: old stories posted by heeelpmeee!! on December 14, 2010 at 19:19
THE DOROTHY J. ETHERINGTON SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
PART 7
By Eratosthenes, with acknowledgement to the Ripple Story Index
Suddenly Melanie and Kyrie glanced at each other, their hearts pounding. Miss Donaldson was looking about for a place with a restroom. Kyrie thought fast and said, "Hey, check out the craft sale in the park over there". She was pointing to a park across the street in which there were a large number of vendors set up selling a little bit of everything. A large sign proclaimed it to be the annual spring craft sale. Kyrie turned and jogged across the street toward the park, with Melanie on her heels. Miss Donaldson had no choice but to follow them as she was their chaperone and it was her duty to be with them at all times. By the time she caught up to them in the park she was already quite desperate. She looked around quickly for a porta-potty but there were none to be seen. She could now no longer keep still as she tried valiantly to follow along with Melanie and Kyrie. The girls were of course deliberately taking their time. They casually lingered over tables of pottery, displays of paintings, even hand made stained glass ornaments. Another ten minutes had passed and Miss Donaldson was close to bursting. She was now openly and unabashedly holding her crotch through her slacks while dancing and jiggling about uncontrollably. And still the diuretic continued to fill her bladder, rapidly and mercilessly.
"Girls please!!!", she pleaded, "I’ve GOT to get to a restroom! Can’t you understand that?!!"
"Oh look!!!", Kyrie said, ignoring her and pretending to spot something else interesting. She walked quickly away to check out whatever it was.
"Kyrie!!!", Miss Donaldson cried out plaintively as she tried to hobble along after them. Kyrie and Melanie arrived at a table loaded down with native Indian crafts and began to look at them closely. Miss Donaldson had come to a complete stop and looked stricken. There was a wide pedestrian walkway through the park, along either side of which the craft show booths were set up. Hundreds of people walked back and forth along this walkway, and it was in the middle of this walkway that Miss Donaldson stood, trying in vain to stave off the inevitable flood. Kyrie and Melanie wee busy looking at the Indian crafts when suddenly a shout arose above the din of the crowd.
"OH NO!!!!", Miss Donaldson wailed in horror. Melanie and Kyrie whirled around in time to see a dark wet patch appear on the front of Miss Donaldson’s tan slacks. It spread out incredibly fast, spreading upward toward the waistline and of course, downward to form shining, hissing twin streams of pee. It was literally a torrent, gushing out of Miss Donaldson. She stood there for almost a full two minutes pouring a steady stream into her pants. She stared down at the front of her pants numbly, just gaped at them in shock. People were staring at her now and the comments and snide remarks were already flying through the crowd. Melanie and Kyrie had glanced at each other and exchanged evil grins before making their way quickly through the crowd toward Miss Donaldson. When they got to her she was still standing there, gaping down her front as her pee continued to hiss loudly into her pants. Finally her stream died away and she stood there, practically in a daze, just staring at herself. She was starting to sway on the spot. Now Melanie and Kyrie were starting to get concerned. Melanie couldn’t get those side effects out of her head: mental confusion, vertigo . . .
It had occurred to her that Miss Donaldson had consumed a lot of diuretic laced water. Was she was having an overdose?! That was something they had never thought of. Until now, when it was too late. Now Miss Donaldson just stood there, staring almost vacantly at her saturated pants. She was so wet that there was a visible wet patch on the bottom of her tank top. Kyrie was looking at her with genuine concern, bordering on real fear. What had they done to her?
"Uh, M-Miss Donaldson?", Kyrie began tentatively.
Miss Donaldson didn’t move at all. She just continued to stare blankly at her soaked clothes.
"Miss Donaldson?", Kyrie tried again. She was really getting scared now. Melanie was staring in horror at Miss Donaldson. Her heart thudded maniacally in her chest and she was sweating profusely. Suddenly Miss Donaldson began to mutter something.
"I – I – I’m wet . . .", she mumbled, almost incoherently. Melanie looked at Kyrie almost in a panic now.
"Oh God Kyrie", she said, "What the hell have we done?". Kyrie gaped in horror back at Melanie and just shook her head. Suddenly Kyrie knew that they had to do something and do it fast.
"Melanie!!", she whispered fiercely as she reached for Miss Donaldson’s left hand. "Take her other hand. We’ve got to get her out of here, right now!!!"
They both tried to walk and pull Miss Donaldson with them but she resisted at first. When she finally started to move she stumbled and almost fell. It was obvious that the diuretics were having some very strong side effects with her. She was practically catatonic. They managed to get her back to the car. Then they were faced with a big problem. Neither of them could drive, and Miss Donaldson was completely out of it. They had sat her on the edge of the hood of her car and were talking in loud whispers as they tried to figure out what they were going to do. Suddenly they could hear a loud hissing sound and they looked at Miss Donaldson to see her peeing fully into her slacks again. She continued to stare blankly ahead. She was not even aware that she was wetting herself again.
Melanie was terrified now. She knew that they were going to be in serious trouble because of this. The two girls were now completely at a loss. This whole thing had gone far beyond anything they had anticipated. Suddenly they were holding each other and crying.
"Oh God Kyrie, I wish we’d never done it now", Melanie blubbered.
"Me too Mel", Kyrie responded through her sobs. They held each other tightly, two very frightened young girls.
"Well, well, well!", a voice suddenly spoke behind them. They whirled around to see Miss Donaldson standing there, her arms folded imperiously beneath her breasts, gazing down her nose at them with an expression of evil triumph on her face. Standing behind her was none other than Dorothy Etherington herself, as well as Sue, the nurse. Melanie and Kyrie gaped in horror, their jaws hanging slack. It had all been an act! They had been set up!!
"So this was all carefully planned, hmm?", Miss Donaldson said in a cold and calculating voice, while glaring smugly at the doomed girls. She continued.
"We suspected something was up. When the librarian told us that you had been studying medical books. And Sue here told us that she had a very strange visit from Kyrie, that Kyrie seemed extremely nervous about something. When Kyrie experienced a miraculous recovery from whatever ailed her earlier that day, and when the good doctor saw Melanie glance none too discreetly at the medicine cupboard in Sue’s office. We knew something was up with you two. But we just weren’t sure what. Well now we are. I was more than happy to play along. I knew you two were bad apples, and I was determined to catch you at your own game". She paused then, to let them quiver in terror at the prospect of what was going to happen to them now. They just stood there, clutching each other and shaking with fear. Mrs. Etherington stepped forward then. Her face was as hard and cold as steel. She began to speak.
"What you have done here today was a coldly pre-meditated act, a deliberate attempt to humiliate a high ranking officer of my school. Such heinous acts will not be tolerated in my school. You will be punished, swiftly and severely. You will pay dearly for your misdeeds".
With that she turned and walked away toward a waiting limousine which had pulled to the curb while she spoke. Both of the girls were so frightened that they began to cry uncontrollably and both of them unleashed their bladders and saturated their diapers. However, much to the chagrin of the unfortunate girls, the diapers couldn’t handle the flood, and they leaked, soaking the front of their jeans. Miss Donaldson grinned evilly at them and said, "Now you’ve disgraced yourselves, here in town, where you should know better. Fitting I suppose".
Abruptly they were herded into Miss Donaldson’s car, and in less than a minute they were heading in the direction of the school. And whatever fate awaited them.
* * *
As promised, the punishment was swift. Both of them were suspended from school for the remainder of the school year and were given failing grades in all of their courses. They were told that they would have to repeat the entire school year starting the following September. And they were informed that when they did return to school in September they would have to use the toilets all the time. No doing it in their pants or beds. They would be in separate dorms and would be forbidden to associate with each other in any way. Also, they would have a chaperone escorting them everywhere and watching over them 24 hours a day.
That Sunday afternoon as Kyrie and Melanie packed their things in the dorm, the mood was very sombre indeed. They slowly shuffled about, putting things in their suitcases and backpacks, staring miserably through puffy red eyes. The other girls watched them sadly. They could feel the anger and resentment Melanie and Kyrie were feeling. At one point Brandy came over to their area and tentatively said, "I’m sorry guys. I wish you didn’t have to do this. If there was anything I could do . . .".
Melanie managed a weak smile and said, "Brandy, you’ve already done more than enough. Just being here and being our friend. You and all the girls. That means a lot to us. Thank you for everything".
Brandy smiled at that. Suddenly she stepped forward and threw her arms around Melanie. Melanie hugged her back again, tightly. Within moments all of the girls had stepped in and they stood there holding each other tightly in a circle of friendship. Eventually it broke up and the girls drifted back toward their own areas. Melanie and Kyrie finished packing all their things and simply picked everything up and headed for the door.
"See you guys in September", Melanie said quietly. There was a chorus of "byes" and "see yas" as they left the dorm.
As they walked along the corridor a realization hit Melanie and she turned to Kyrie and said, "Kyrie, it’s only just hit me that my parents live out on the west coast. I won’t be able to go home right away. I don’t have anywhere to go".
"Oh shit", Kyrie said, "That’s not good". Melanie chewed on her bottom lip anxiously. Suddenly Kyrie said, "Wait a minute! You could stay at my place! My parents have a huge house, there’s loads of room".
Melanie thought about this for a moment. She really liked the idea and was really flattered that Kyrie would make such an offer. She did have some concerns though. She said, "Yeah but what about us? What will they think?".
"Oh they already know I’m like that", Kyrie said, "They’ll be cool with it".
"Are you sure?", Melanie said, not convinced at all.
"Sure", Kyrie replied promptly, "I’ve had girlfriends stay at home before you know".
"Okay, well what about the way we, well, you know . . .", Melanie began.
"Do everything in our pants and bed?", Kyrie finished for her.
"Yeah".
Kyrie chuckled and said, "Melanie, I’ve been doing everything in my pants and bed since I was six years old. Mom and dad have always allowed me to do that. I guarantee you they won’t have any problem with you doing it too".
Melanie was very skeptical. This was far too good to be true. Parents just were not like that. Were they? Kyrie could see the concern on Melanie’s face and she said, "Trust me sweetie, really. Everything’ll be cool".
"We don’t even know if they’ll allow me to stay there yet", Melanie reminded her. Kyrie suddenly stopped and turned to look at Melanie.
"Melanie", she said firmly, "I’m telling you that they will say yes and that they will be cool with our relationship and our toilet habits. Please, trust me on this. I know my parents well. Okay?".
Melanie was still very concerned about it but she reluctantly said, "Okay, alright". They resumed walking and soon they were outside, standing along the curb on the big car turning loop in front of the main entrance of the school. They dropped there bags onto the sidewalk and promptly sat on them. Melanie looked at Kyrie then and said, "So what are we waiting here for?".
"I called my mom on her cell phone about 20 minutes ago to come and pick me up. She was just down the road so she should be here any time now", Kyrie replied
"How does she feel about all this?", Melanie inquired.
"She’s really pissed off at the school", Kyrie answered, "She said she’s going to look into it. She said she’s pretty sure that what they’ve done to us is illegal".
"Man, I hope she’s right", Melanie said. Just then a brand new dark green Jaguar swung into the turning loop and began to circumnavigate it’s way around toward where Melanie and Kyrie sat.
"There’s mom", Kyrie said, standing up. Melanie looked at the expensive luxury car as it pulled to a stop beside them. She was impressed. Kyrie’s parents must be wealthier than she thought. An aristocratic, poised and well dressed woman emerged from the driver’s side of the car and smiled at Kyrie.
"Hello dear", she said.
"Hi mom", Kyrie smiled back again. They hugged briefly and then Kyrie’s mom smiled warmly at Melanie and said, "And you must be Kyrie’s girlfriend".
"Um, yes I – I am", Melanie began hesitantly. She extended her hand, not knowing what else to do, and said, "Melanie Willis ma’am". Kyrie’s mom smiled warmly, took Melanie’s hand and said, "Caroline Rothman. But do call me Caroline dear. I’m not usually too sticky on formalities". Melanie immediately liked Kyrie’s mom. She seemed like a very pleasant and amicable lady. Kyrie stepped forward then and said, "Uh mom, Melanie doesn’t really have anywhere to stay right now. Could she stay with us?"
Caroline Rothman smiled again and said, "Well I see no reason why not. After all, you’ll be sharing Kyrie’s bed so it’s not like you won’t have anywhere to sleep". Melanie was stunned. Her eyes widened at Caroline’s bold statement and she looked at Kyrie in amazement. Kyrie giggled and said, "I told ya didn’t I?".
Melanie’s shock turned to happiness and she said, "Thank you Caroline. That’s really nice of you".
‘Don’t mention it dear", Caroline said easily. "Well", she continued, "Let’s get this stuff into the trunk then shall we?". They began to load the bags into the trunk. When they were finished Caroline suddenly said, "Are both of you wearing diapers?".
"Yep, we are mom", Kyrie answered immediately.
"Good then", Caroline replied, "I don’t have to worry about the leather seats". They all piled into the beautiful car and within moments they were on their way to the Rothman home.
The drive took only about 50 minutes, but Melanie managed to pee into her diaper once, along the way. She found herself hoping fervently that it didn’t leak. Eventually Melanie noticed that they were coasting along a wide boulevard lined with imposing mansions on either side. They suddenly slowed then and swung into a wide flagstone driveway. A tall iron gate loomed ahead and it began to swing open, apparently of it’s own accord. Melanie figured there must be some kind of sensor or perhaps Caroline had a remote control of some sort. They swept through the gates, which immediately began to close behind them, and on up the long and gracefully curving driveway. Up ahead was a huge and impressive looking mansion which looked more like a country manor rather than a house. They pulled to a stop under a magnificent arching stone canopy which extended out from the main front entrance. A man in an expensive suit was waiting for them and as soon as they stopped he stepped swiftly over and began opening doors. The three of them were soon standing beside the car and Caroline looked at the man and said, "Charles, would you be kind enough to take the luggage that’s in the trunk up to Kyrie’s room? And then if you could park the car in it’s stall after that I would be appreciative".
"Certainly madam", Charles responded immediately.
"Thank you Charles", Caroline replied with a smile. She turned and strode into the front hall of the mansion and Melanie and Kyrie followed her. Melanie found herself in a whole new world. There was opulence everywhere. The whole place reeked of money. And Melanie thought she caught a slight wiff of pee on the air too. Although she could have been wrong about that. Her own parents were quite wealthy and owned a large, expensive home, but it was nothing like this. Caroline stepped away in a different direction and said, "You two make yourselves at home. Melanie, Kyrie will show you around. I’m just going to my office to check my messages".
"Okay mom", Kyrie said. She took Melanie by the hand and said, "Come on, I’ll show you a few things". Kyrie led her through the house and into the huge kitchen. There was stainless steel everywhere and everything gleamed. Kyrie went over to a large door set into a wall and opened it. Behind it was what appeared to be a stainless steel trap door about two feet square. It looked a lot like a very expensive pet door. Except that it was about three feet up the wall. Kyrie turned and said, "Well, I don’t know about you but I’m taking my diaper off right now. I want to have wet pants again". With that she promptly dropped her pants, ripped her diaper off and stuffed it through the door. "Garbage chute", she said, gesturing at the door. She had been wearing her panties over her diaper and she pulled them up, followed by her jeans. Melanie just shrugged and did everything that Kyrie had just done. Then Kyrie lead her across the kitchen and out through some French doors into the private grounds behind the mansion. They were beautiful. There were ancient towering trees that would provide lots of shade later in the summer when they were completely covered in leaves. There was a shimmering blue lake with sunlight sparkling off it. There were rolling hills covered in neatly groomed grass. It was a sight to behold and it took Melanie’s breath away. They began to stroll toward the lake. It took them about ten minutes to get to it’s shore and Kyrie paused once along the way to pee in her jeans. "There", she said, "That’s more like it". Melanie giggled and then said, "Well I might as well I guess", and immediately let if flow. She loved the feeling as her pee streamed down her pant legs. "Aaaahh", she said, "much better". They continued on to the lake and when they got there they sat on a horizontal section of tree trunk along the water’s edge. They just held each other closely and kissed occasionally, and sat there quietly, thinking about things. About 25 minutes later Caroline appeared. Kyrie and Melanie began to smile but they both immediately noticed that Caroline looked quite concerned about something. Suddenly Melanie started feeling a little queasy. It had to be something to do with the school. She just knew it did.
"Girls", she began, "I’m afraid I have some rather bad news. There was a message from the school. Apparently you are required to attend a hearing at the school tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m. and the police are going to be there to question you as well".
End of Part 7
PART 8
Melanie and Kyrie looked at each other with fear on their faces. The police! Were they going to go to jail? Kyrie turned back to her mom and said, "Oh God mom, we have to do something!" She and Melanie collapsed together and began to cry. This was getting really serious now.
"Don’t worry sweetheart", Caroline said, "We’ll take care of it". Caroline stroked her daughter’s hair gently as the two girls sobbed into each other’s shoulders, and a look of cold rage slowly came over her face.
An hour later they were in the house waiting for dinner to be prepared by the chef and delivered by the servants. Kyrie’s dad, William H. Rothman III, software magnate and multi-billionaire, had just arrived home from his corporation’s office tower downtown. Kyrie made the introductions and to Melanie’s delight, Kyrie’s dad turned out to be just as warm and amicable as Caroline.
"Just call me Bill", he said, smiling warmly and shaking Melanie’s hand. She managed only a weak smile and looked worriedly at Kyrie. Bill immediately looked at Caroline who proceeded to fill him in.
"They won’t get away with this", he said angrily, "Nobody does that to my daughter. Or her girlfriend. It was just a silly prank!" He raised his voice a bit with the last few words and he was wringing his hands.
"Yes! That’s all it was!", Kyrie said immediately, her bottom lip quivering.
"Well let’s just wait and see what happens tomorrow", Caroline interposed. "Besides", she added with a smile, "dinner is served". She gestured toward the dining hall and everyone turned to look just as the servants entered and began placing food on the solid marble table.
That evening, after watching a movie in the Rothman’s private state-of-the-art movie theater, Melanie and Kyrie announced that they were going to bed. Kyrie’s parents bid them goodnight and Caroline also said, "Dear, try not to make too much noise when you’re making love with Melanie, okay?"
"Okay mom", Kyrie smiled. Melanie gaped in shock. She had never heard of such accepting parents before. She suddenly wondered if this was real or if she was dreaming the whole thing. Kyrie’s parents watched as they walked out of the theater hand in hand. As they disappeared through the door Caroline turned to Bill and smiled and said, "She loves Melanie. She loves her very much. You can tell".
Bill smiled back and said, "Well it’s a bit different but as long as she’s found someone she loves and who loves her, well, that’s all that matters".
Caroline smiled and said, "Now I know why I married you. You are so special dear". They embraced and kissed.
Kyrie and Melanie walked into their bedroom and Melanie abruptly stopped and stared in awe. The room was huge. There was an immense whirlpool bath built in to one corner. It was carved out of solid green Italian marble with two solid green marble steps leading up to it. The fittings were 14 carat gold plated. The bed was a massive king size four poster complete with a canopy overhead and shear veils hanging down from the canopy and surrounding the bed. The carpet was so thick and soft that Melanie sank almost an inch into it. The bed was surrounded in genuine, ultra soft and plush sheepskin rugs.
"Not bad huh?", Kyrie said.
"This is incredible!", Melanie breathed.
Kyrie smiled lovingly at her then and said softly, "This is our own little love nest baby".
Instantly they were in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing. In no time their pee dampened clothes were scattered all over the floor. They made their way over to the bed and Kyrie broke their French kiss saying, "Just a sec". She turned to the bed and swept the covers back to reveal a bone dry and pristine clean bed. She looked at Melanie, smiled wickedly, and said, "Well obviously we’re going to have to do something about this, aren’t we?"
"Definitely", Melanie agreed.
They leaped into bed, lay side by side, and promptly released their bladders and let their pee gush into the bed. They involuntarily closed their eyes as they experienced that special bliss that only comes from wetting the bed and feeling the beautiful wetness spreading out under you. Their pee hissed noisily into the mattress. After a time their streams died away and they lay in a thoroughly saturated bed.
"Much better", Kyrie murmured, her eyes still closed.
"Oh yes", Melanie replied huskily.
They abruptly rolled together and resumed their love making in earnest, kissing and caressing, licking and sucking. They moaned and groaned and orgasmed repeatedly for at least an hour before finally collapsing back onto the bed, bathed in sweat, soaked in their pee, breathing hard, and feeling totally exhausted.
"I love you Kyrie", Melanie said softly.
"Oh God I love you too Mel", Kyrie said, "I love you so much". They kissed again briefly before settling down and drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms, pee dribbling slowly from Melanie’s crotch.
* * *
Melanie’s nerves were jangling as she sat in the Jaguar on the way to the school for the hearing. Bill had taken the day off to be with his daughter and now the four of them coasted along in silence as the school got ever closer. Kyrie and Melanie were wearing two diapers each, just to be on the safe side. The bulge was noticeable in their jeans but they really didn’t care too much. Inevitably they arrived at the school and just as Bill was handing the keys to the valet Melanie suddenly shouted, "Mom, dad!". She ran toward a well dressed woman standing about thirty feet away with an equally well dressed man standing beside her. She flung her arms around the woman and hugged her. "Oh mom!", she said, breaking down and beginning to sob, "The police are here! We’re gonna go to jail!".
"Sweetheart, Melanie", Melanie’s mom said, pushing her away gently, "You are not going to jail. Okay?"
"Yeah", Melanie sobbed. Her mom stroked her hair. Bill, Caroline and Kyrie had walked over by then and they stood and waited politely. Melanie suddenly noticed them standing there and felt guilty.
"Uh, mom", she said immediately, "This is Bill and Caroline Rothman, and their daughter Kyrie. This is my mom Courtney, and my dad Peter". There were hi’s, how-are-you’s and pleased-to-meet-yous as everyone shook hands. They turned and headed into the school. As they stepped into the office they saw Miss Donaldson waiting for them. Once again there introductions all around, only this time the girl’s parents had to introduce themselves as Melanie and Kyrie had no desire to say anything to her. When the introductions were finished, Miss Donaldson gestured toward a short corridor and said, "If you’ll come with me we can get started".
They were led along the corridor and into am expensively appointed conference room. As she stepped into the room Melanie immediately notice a uniformed police officer seated at the table, as well as two men who were obviously plain clothes detectives. Seated regally at the head of the table was Dorothy Etherington. Melanie glanced worriedly at Kyrie, who glanced worriedly back at her. Everyone seated at the table, except Mrs. Etherington, rose to their feet as the two families and Miss Donaldson entered the room. Then everyone sat back down again practically simultaneously. When everyone was ready, Mrs. Etherington picked up a gavel and banged it once, then placed it back down again. She began to speak.
"This hearing is convened for the purpose of determining the charges to be laid against the defendants, Kyrie Anne Rothman and Melanie June Willis. It is also to set a date for the trial to begin. All parties shall be allowed to speak. Miss Donaldson, you may proceed". Everyone turned to look at Miss Donaldson.
"Kyrie Anne Rothman", she began, reading from a prepared statement, "you are hereby charged with theft under $500.00, conspiring to commit a felony and assault causing bodily harm". Kyrie began to sob uncontrollably and suddenly her bladder opened and she soaked her diapers. Caroline put her arm around her and held her daughter close, comforting her as best she could. Miss Donaldson continued. "Melanie June Willis, you are hereby charged with conspiring to commit a felony and assault causing bodily harm". Now it was Melanie’s turn to cry and her shoulders shook as her body was racked with uncontrollable sobs. Courtney tried her best to comfort her inconsolable daughter. Miss Donaldson was still not finished.
"Kyrie, your charges, should you be convicted, carry a minimum penalty in this case of three years in prison and a maximum of ten years. Melanie, your charges carry the same penalties. You and your parents will now be given a chance to speak in your defense before a date is set for the trial".
Immediately Bill Rothman was on his feet. "This is utterly ludicrous!", he said loudly. "For God’s sake, they’re 16 year old girls. It was just a stupid prank! Why can’t you just leave it at that?!" Mrs. Etherington calmly but coldly replied.
"I’m afraid we cannot possibly call it just a prank Mr. Rothman. You daughter stole the school’s property, and then used it on an officer of the school for malicious purposes. This is a serious crime and it will not go unpunished. The charges stand".
"This is outrageous!!!", Bill shouted.
"Mr. Rothman?", one of the detectives said firmly. Bill stopped and looked at the detective. The officer continued. "I strongly recommend that you secure legal counsel for Kyrie. You are going to need it. And you too Mr. and Mrs. Willis".
Peter Willis stood now and angrily said to the detective, "Officer, can’t you tell them how ridiculous this is? Can’t you get them to drop the charges?"
"I’m sorry Mr. Willis, but they have stated that they wish to press charges in this case, so we have no choice but to go along with that. It’s the law, and you know that".
"Yes, I do", Peter said stiffly, "unfortunately".
Miss Donaldson rose once again and said, "If nobody has anything further to say then it is now time to inform you of the date for the beginning of the trial. The trial will commence at 9:00 a.m. on Monday, May 6, 2002. You have until then to secure legal counsel. If you do not secure counsel, attorneys will be appointed for you. This concludes this hearing". Mrs. Etherington banged the gavel twice in quick succession. As she rose to leave the room, Bill Rothman stepped toward her, pointed his finger and coldly said, "You will not get away with this". He then turned and led his family from the room. Mrs. Etherington paused for a moment to collect herself. That incident had left her feeling a little uncomfortable. Then abruptly she turned and walked briskly from the room. Melanie and her parents left then and the two families met up outside the school. They talked as they waited for the valets to bring their cars around for them. As they were talking, the uniformed police officer came over to them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Willis? Mr. and Mrs. Rothman?", he said politely.
"Yes?", they all said together.
"I just wanted to let you know that Melanie and Kyrie will have to report to the police headquarters in the next few days to have their fingerprints and mug shots taken".
"They are NOT common criminals!!", Bill Rothman raged at the cop.
The officer held up his hands and said, "Sir, I understand and sympathize with you, I really do. I would feel the same way if it was my daughter, I can tell you. But I can assure you that this is routine procedure in a case like this. It does not mean they are common criminals".
"I still don’t like it", Bill said coldly.
"I know sir", the officer replied, "I am sorry, I truly am". Bill softened just a little and said, "Well, okay then", a tad begrudgingly.
The officer told them to have a nice day and left.
"Dad, you’re not going to let them do this, are you?", Kyrie asked in a very shaky voice. She and Melanie were holding each other very tightly without thinking. Melanie’s parents looked at their daughter with wide eyes. Bill Rothman answered his daughter’s question. "No way in hell am I going to let them do this. Nobody pulls crap like this on the Rothman family", he said forcefully.
"Nor on the Willis family", Peter said, still staring wide eyed at Melanie as she continued to hug Kyrie. Just then the valets arrived with the cars and as they stepped toward them Bill said, "Peter, how about you and your wife come to our place for lunch? We’d be more than happy to have you there. Besides, we’ll be able to talk strategy".
Peter glanced at Courtney who immediately smiled and nodded, and then turned to Bill and said, "We’d be delighted Bill, thank you".
"Don’t mention it", Bill said. They started to get into the cars when Melanie paused and got a bit of a faraway look on her face.
"Honey", Courtney inquired, concerned.
"Hmmm?", Melanie replied. "Oh I was just peeing in my diapers", she blurted, again without thinking. Suddenly her face went crimson and she stared, horror stricken, at the ground.
"D-diapers?", Courtney stammered in shock.
"Mom, let’s talk about it at Kyrie’s place. Please?", Melanie said, very quietly.
"Yes, let’s", Courtney replied firmly.
They got into the cars and pulled away from the school. Melanie rode with her parents in their car and found herself really missing having Kyrie beside her. As before, the trip took 50 minutes. As they went through the gates, the Rothmans paused inside to allow the Willises through before using the remote to close them. In a few minutes they were in the house and as the parents began to discuss things, Melanie and Kyrie went once again to the kitchen to dispose of their diapers. Dominique, the chef, was there preparing lunch and he turned politely away as the girls unabashedly uncovered themselves to remove the unwanted diapers. He was quite used to Kyrie’s toilet habits of course, and thought nothing of them. When they were back to there normal panties and jeans again they went outside. They spent the next couple of hours relaxing by the lake, peeing in their jeans when necessary. The first time Melanie needed to pee she tried to hold it because she wasn’t sure if she should just wet her pants with her parents here. But then she thought what the hell, I like doing this, it’s who I am now, so the hell with it, I’m doing it. And she sat there beside Kyrie and saturated her jeans. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the wonderful feeling of peeing in her pants. The two of them necked and wet themselves for a while longer, and then they heard the lunch chime sounding from the house so they headed back.
As they walked into the lounge where their parents were, Melanie braced herself for her parents’ reaction when they saw her in pants that had obviously been peed in. Courtney smiled and said, "Hi Melanie, we were just –".
She abruptly stopped and gaped at Melanie’s soaked jeans. Obviously Bill and Caroline had not told them anything.
"Melanie", Peter said in a very stern voice, "We need to talk. Now. Bill, Caroline, if you’ll excuse us?"
"Sure, no problem Peter. We’ll be in the dining hall. Charles will show you the way when you’re ready and Dominique will keep something warm for you", Bill replied.
"Thank you Bill, Caroline", Peter said gratefully.
"Don’t mention it", Bill replied in what was becoming the Rothman family’s customary response. The Rothmans, including Kyrie, stood and left the room, closing the door softly behind them. Peter looked at his daughter with a worried expression on his face. Courtney was crying softly. She was deeply concerned for Melanie.
"Well", Peter began, "first you hug Kyrie in a rather intimate way, then you casually tell us that you’re peeing in your diapers. Now you’ve peed in your pants. Apparently intentionally. Do you want to tell us what this is all about?"
Melanie was sitting gingerly on the edge of a chair, her hands fidgeting between her knees, her eyes studying the carpet intently.
"Well?!", her dad said, a little louder this time.
She jumped a little and then started to speak.
"Um, well, like, at Etherington nobody, well, uses the, well, toilet. At – at all. We all just . . . just, well, do everything, well, in our pants, and now I – I really, well, like going in my pants. I don’t want to, well, use a toilet anymore. . .". She trailed off nervously.
"Hmph", Peter said, unimpressed, "And what about the diapers? And Kyrie?"
"Well", she began, "we all, like, wear diapers when we go out somewhere. I’m almost incontinent now and I have to wear them when I go out". She was starting to feel a little better as she spoke and she felt a little braver. She went on. "And – and, well, I – I’m a lesbian". There, she said it. "I love Kyrie very much", she added. Abruptly her mom began to sob uncontrollably. It was too much for her to take. Her dad immediately embraced Courtney and comforted her as best he could. He looked ashen. And Melanie felt sick with fear about what was going to happen to her now.
End of Part 8
PART 9
by Eratosthenes, with acknowledgement to the Ripple Story Index
Melanie stared at the floor, an insidious dread creeping over her. She was in very serious trouble, and she knew it. Her mom continued to sob in Peter’s arms, her shoulders shaking, her face wet with tears. Suddenly Peter turned his ashen face toward Melanie and, in a strained voice, said, "Leave the room. Now. Your mother and I need to talk".
Melanie solemnly rose to her feet and shuffled to the door. As she was opening it Peter said, "And ask the Rothmans to come in here too please".
She for paused for moment while he spoke, then turned and left the room without saying anything. Out in the corridor Charles materialized seemingly out of nowhere, and said, "This way to the dining hall miss". He gestured toward another corridor. She glance at the floor near his feet and said nothing. He simply began to walk and Melanie followed behind him. Less than a minute later, Charles showed her into the dining hall and Melanie quietly walked over to Bill and Caroline. She said, "Um, my parents would like to speak with you", very quietly.
Bill and Caroline glanced at each other and exchanged knowing looks, then Caroline said, with a smile, "Okay then dear".
Melanie watched as the Rothmans rose and left the dining hall. The moment they were out the door, she and Kyrie were in each other’s arms, hugging tightly. Melanie broke down and began to sob. "It’s over Kyrie, mom and dad’ll never let us stay together".
"Oh sweetie", Kyrie replied softly, "don’t say that. My parents will change their minds. You’ll see".
"A – are you sure?", Melanie asked skeptically.
"Yes baby, absolutely", Kyrie said. She kissed Melanie softly and deeply then. She broke the kiss then and suddenly Melanie squeezed them tightly together, fiercely. "Together forever! Right?!", she said, just as fiercely.
"Oh yes!", Kyrie breathed, kissing her lovingly again. They finally moved apart and Kyrie asked Melanie what had happened. Melanie explained everything to her, finishing with, "So now your parents are in there talking to them. I know my parents only too well Kyrie. They’ll never accept this. Never. It’s gonna be over between us, I just know it".
"Oh baby, no it isn’t. Trust me, we’ll be able to stay together, I promise".
‘I wish I had your confidence, I really do", Melanie said worriedly.
They talked about their situation for another twenty minutes, producing a roller coaster of emotions in the process. Then the dining hall doors swung open and Charles showed both the Rothmans and the Willises into the huge room. They took their seats at the table, the Willises beside Melanie and the Rothmans beside Kyrie.
"Melanie?", Peter said.
"Yeah?", Melanie replied quietly, staring somberly at her plate.
"Your mother and I spoke about your situation. And we spoke to the Rothmans too. They helped us a lot to understand your situation. We’ve decided that, if this is what you really want, to never use a toilet again, to be with Kyrie, then we accept that. It doesn’t mean we like it, but we do accept it".
Melanie looked at Peter, her mouth dropping open in shock. Kyrie was smiling from ear to ear. Melanie couldn’t help herself and began to smile too. Then she flung her arms around Peter and hugged him joyfully.
"Thank you dad", she said, "thank you so much!"
She let her dad go and then jumped up and went to her mom and hugged her. Courtney hugged her back again, but stiffly. She was clearly still uncomfortable about it, and her acceptance had perhaps been begrudging. It did not go unnoticed by Melanie, but she decided that her mom would probably grow accustomed to it over time. At least she hoped so. She broke the hug then and went to Kyrie. The two of them melted into each other’s arms and kissed passionately. Courtney immediately looked away, her shaking hands betraying her discomfort.
"Oh baby, you were right", Melanie said happily after they broke the kiss.
Kyrie just smiled and they kissed again. Suddenly Bill Rothman cleared his throat loudly. The two girls immediately looked at him as he said, "If you two ladies don’t mind, we have lunch to finish off", with a smile.
"Sorry", Melanie said, blushing.
They ate their meal in relative silence after that, with the only conversation being little more than small talk. After lunch was finished, Melanie’s parents were preparing to leave and go back to their hotel room. The Rothmans, of course, immediately offered them lodging in their palatial mansion. After quick words were exchanged between them, they decided to accept the offer and stay there instead. Caroline immediately arranged with Charles for somebody to go and get the Willis’s things from their hotel room. Melanie and Kyrie were standing side by side, holding hands, as Melanie’s parents explained everything to Charles. Just then Melanie needed to pee. Without hesitation she let it go and peed fully in her jeans. It felt absolutely wonderful. She couldn’t help herself and closed her eyes, reveling in the bliss of wetting herself. The hissing noise was noticeable and a large puddle formed on the floor around her feet. Peter shuffled his feet and looked away quickly, Courtney brought her shaking hand to her mouth, and studiously averted her eyes. Kyrie just giggled and said, "Really had to go huh?".
"Yeah", Melanie replied with a grin. She stepped away from the puddle and a moment later two cleaning ladies appeared and promptly and efficiently mopped it up. They walked briskly away when they were finished. Melanie was in heaven. She was free to use her pants as her toilet as much as she wanted.
* * *
The weeks went by only too quickly as the trial fast approached. During that time, Courtney and Peter grew more and more uncomfortable with Melanie being a lesbian, and always doing her toilet in her pants and bed. She made no effort at all to hide any of this, or even be discreet about it. She figured that if her parents have accepted it, then she should be able to do it openly, whenever and wherever she wanted. But her parents just could not seem to get comfortable with it, and indeed, they went the other way: they got worse, not better. It came to a head just four days before the trial, when they were out for a stroll near the lake and happened upon Melanie and Kyrie. The two girls were embracing and kissing each other deeply, and they were both peeing in their jeans. Courtney and Peter could clearly see the streams of pee flowing down their pant legs and the rivulets running along the ground away from their feet. And they could clearly hear the moaning and wet smacking sounds as their daughter French kissed another girl.
Courtney’s hand flew to her mouth and she promptly broke down into tears. Peter hugged her consolingly, his eyes squeezed shut in anguish. Then, abruptly, Courtney blurted, "Peter, I can’t stay here and see this sickness one more minute! I want to go home! Please!". She was practically wailing.
"Yes", he said disgustedly, while looking sadly at Melanie, "we’re leaving right now". They walked uncertainly off toward the mansion. Melanie and Kyrie had broken their kiss and had finished wetting their pants, and had been listening to Courtney and Peter. When they walked away Melanie immediately ran after them.
"Mom! Dad!", she cried out, "Wait, please wait!".
She caught up with them and they stopped. Peter gazed at her sadly, anguish written all over his face.
"Melanie", he began, "Your mother can’t stand to see this anymore. We’re going home now. Please don’t try to stop us".
They turned and resumed their awkward walk toward the mansion. Melanie stood there on the pathway, watching them as they slowly disappeared from her life. She couldn’t help it and began to cry. Just then Kyrie stepped up beside her and took her into her arms. Melanie hugged Kyrie tightly and sobbed for all she was worth while Kyrie stroked her back consolingly. After a long while Melanie finally settled down and the two of them moved apart. Melanie looked at Kyrie with a wistfulness that puzzled Kyrie.
"You are so lucky", Melanie began, "your parents fully accept your lifestyle and even encourage it". She paused then, as if to collect her thoughts. "You are so lucky", she said again.
"Sweetie", Kyrie said, "Things will work out okay, you’ll see. Really they will".
Melanie smiled ruefully and said, "I wish I had your optimism".
She looked toward the mansion again and could see her parents, tiny in the distance now as they approached the door. Suddenly a change started to come over her. A certain defiance crept into her being. She turned to Kyrie and said, "Well, I’ve still got you sweetie. And nothing is going to take me away from you". They hugged again then, fiercely.
They stayed out by the lake for the rest of the afternoon, peeing in their jeans when the need arose, and at one point going for another fully clothed swim. Eventually they headed back toward the house for dinner, they’re clothes having dried sufficiently so that now they were only damp. They decided to keep wearing them and not change. When they got to the house, Caroline told them that Melanie’s parents had been given a ride to the airport in the Rothman’s limousine (which was only used for guests) and their rental car had been returned to the rental agency. The defiance grew in Melanie as Caroline spoke, and now she said, "Well, I love doing everything in my pants and bed, and I love Kyrie so much. I will not allow them to take all that away from me. Never!"
"Don’t worry dear", Caroline said with assuredness, "they’ll come around. I’m absolutely sure of it".
"I sure hope you’re right", Melanie said anxiously.
"I am dear, trust me", Caroline replied confidently.
Melanie smiled a little then, and they turned and headed for the dining hall for dinner.
The next morning, as Melanie and Kyrie were finishing their breakfast, they heard a deep thumping sound coming from outside. The sound grew louder rapidly as the girls jumped up and ran outside to see what it was. They stepped out onto the sprawling flagstone terrace and were immediately able to tell that the sound was coming from the sky. They looked up and saw a helicopter circling low over the estate. KXNY NEWS was painted on the underside of the bright green chopper. They could see a man with a camera, poised in an open door. He was aiming the camera at the mansion. Suddenly he saw the two girls and he gestured frantically at the pilot to move in closer. Just then Bill and Caroline appeared beside the girls.
"Oh shit", Bill said.
Kyrie giggled at his little slip of the tongue, and he grinned sheepishly and apologized. Then he said, "Come on, we better get inside. We don’t want to give those vultures a freebie, now do we?"
"No way", Kyrie said immediately.
"I should think not", Caroline said.
They turned and headed inside just as the copter passed directly over the back doors, just barely above the roof of the mansion. The windows rattled briefly in the downdraft from the copter’s main rotor as it passed over. They closed the doors and drew all the blinds and drapes in the entire place tightly shut.
They sat down in the lounge to talk, Melanie and Kyrie on a plastic covered loveseat due to their pee dampened pants.
"Well", Bill began, "I have to say, I’m surprised it took them this long to get on to us about this whole mess".
"Indeed", Caroline agreed, "I would have thought they would have been here as soon as the charges were laid".
"Maybe they didn’t know about it until now dad", Kyrie offered.
"I guess they couldn’t have known about it", Bill replied, "I mean, if they had known, they definitely would have been here".
"Almost certainly", Caroline replied. She thought for a moment and then looked at Bill and said, "Dear, I think we better get the guards down to the gates, now that the media nightmare has started".
"Yes, definitely", he said, "and I’ll get the perimeter patrols set up too while I’m at it". He rose to leave and then paused and said, "Girls, you’d better stay inside now from now on. At least until this is over". Both girls’ shoulders’ slumped and they pouted as Kyrie said, "This really bites".
"Tell me about it", Bill agreed. He left the room to go and see about the guards.
Melanie noticed that the roar from outside seemed to have gotten louder. She stood and walked to a window, parting the drapes and peering cautiously up into the sky. Her eyes went wide as she counted five helicopters now circling overhead, with another two approaching in the distance. Somebody in one of the helicopters spotted her in the window and it immediately changed direction toward her. It settled into a hover just above the window, a camera pointed directly at Melanie’s face. She jerked herself back away from the window and yanked the drapes closed quickly. Her heart was thumping noticeably in her chest. She turned and told Kyrie and Caroline about what she had seen. A look of seething fury came over Caroline’s face. She did not appreciate having her privacy violated like this. "Assholes", she muttered fiercely.
Just then Bill came back into the room, carrying a walkie-talkie. He sat down heavily in a chair and looked around at everybody. Then he said to Caroline, "The guards are on their way down to the gate house now. I told them to radio me with a report as soon as they got there. The perimeter patrols are on their way out too. They’ll call if they spot anything serious".
"Well hopefully they won’t", Caroline said.
"They better not", Bill agreed.
"Bill, do you think these people are going to be here all the time now?", Melanie asked worriedly.
"Oh probably", he replied, "they usually are".
Melanie looked a Kyrie anxiously and Kyrie reached out and squeezed her hand. "The guards will take care of them sweetie", she said.
"I sure hope you’re right", Melanie replied.
At that moment there was an electronic pop from the walkie-talkie and a tinny voice issued from it, saying, "Gate patrol to Rothman base. We are in position now sir".
"10 – 4", Bill replied into the walkie-talkie, "what’s the situation there Reg?", he added.
"There are about twenty media vehicles here with reporters and cameras. Quite the circus", Reg responded.
"10 – 4 Reg", Bill said, "Keep them at bay".
"10 – 4 Bill", Reg responded.
Melanie stood up suddenly and peed in her jeans with nervousness. Caroline smiled and said wryly, "I feel the same way dear". The carpet went dark around Melanie’s feet as her pee flowed down her pant legs and off the cuffs onto the floor. Since the love seat she had been sitting on with Kyrie was plastic covered, she just sat back down again, enjoying the fresh warm wetness in her pants, despite the fact that she was nervous. Caroline pressed a button and the two cleaning ladies came into the room to clean up the carpet. Just five minutes later Melanie could not tell that there had ever been a pee stain there.
Suddenly an anxious voice erupted from Bill’s walkie-talkie. "Gate patrol to Rothman base!", it said urgently, "Some reporters and cameramen have breached the perimeter. They’re running for the house".
End of Part 9
Girl's School - Part 10
Posted by Eratosthenes
"Shit!!", Bill cursed. He abruptly keyed his walkie-talkie again and said, "Base patrols, did you copy that?".
"Roger Bill, we copied", a voice replied, "We have a visual on them now. They won’t get very far".
"10-4 Eric, keep me advised", Bill replied, visibly relieved.
"Roger Bill, will do", came the reply.
"Vultures!", Caroline fairly spat.
When Bill didn’t respond Caroline looked at him, quizzically at first, then with concern. He had a venomous look on his face and he was squeezing the walkie-talkie so tight that his knuckles were white.
"Bill?", Caroline inquired anxiously.
"That absolutely does it", he said suddenly, "I’m not going to take much more of this. I’m heading downtown to the tower. You can call me there if you need me honey".
A knowing smile came over Caroline’s face then, and she said, "Very well dear, let me know how it goes".
"Of course honey", Bill said, softening a bit and smiling. He rose then and said, "Take care girls and don’t go near the windows".
"You don’t have to worry about that dad", Kyrie said wryly. He actually managed a chuckle at that, then he turned toward the door.
"Talk to you soon honey", he said as he left.
"Of course dear", Caroline responded. Then he was gone.
"Girls?", Caroline said. They turned to look at her. "Come with me. You might want to see this". She rose from her chair and strode toward the door of the lounge. The girls followed right behind her, hand in hand. Out in the corridor Caroline strode purposefully toward the rear of the mansion. Melanie noted that Charles had not materialized this time, almost as if he instinctively knew that he was not needed for Caroline’s purposes this time. Presently Caroline came to a stop and Melanie was surprised to see an elevator, with rich hardwood doors. It was the most elegant elevator Melanie had ever seen. Caroline pressed the button on the panel beside the door and instantly the doors opened. They stepped inside and Melanie watched as Caroline pressed a button marked ‘OT’. Melanie looked at Kyrie with a puzzled expression and Kyrie said, "Observation tower".
"Observation tower?!", Melanie said, concerned. "We’ll be on display up there won’t we?"
"Not for long dear", Caroline replied casually.
"Not for long?", Melanie queried.
"You’ll see", Caroline said, rather cryptically.
They rode in silence as the elevator whispered steadily upward. A few moments later they came to a smooth stop and the doors opened to reveal a circular observation dome, made of solid, seamless plexiglass. They stepped into the dome, which was surprisingly cool, despite the bright sunshine. Caroline stepped over to the glass exactly opposite the elevator and pointed down.
"There", she said. Melanie looked and saw a sleek executive helicopter standing on a helipad, its main rotor turning slowly. Suddenly she remembered all the other helicopters flying around and looked about anxiously. They were there alright, buzzing about like flies around a dead animal. She looked back at the executive helicopter and saw Bill stride out onto the helipad and climb into the copter. Charles closed the door after him and then retreated back to a doorway, well away from the copter. Melanie watched, expecting the rotor to speed up and the copter to lift away toward the city. Nothing happened however. The copter just sat there on the helipad. She looked inquiringly at Caroline then, and Caroline smiled and said simply, "Just watch dear".
Melanie did, but could see nothing happening. Then suddenly a much deeper thumping sound could be heard. It was almost thunderous. Melanie looked around quickly, but at first she couldn’t see anything. Then she spotted three large black aircraft, approaching from the west. They looked like big black bugs in the sky. As they got closer she could see that they were long and low, and bristled with odd looking protrusions. Abruptly she realized that they were military helicopters. She watched as they swept in over the mansion, and as they did the news helicopters scattered wildly, like flies being waved away from food. Melanie, having recently been studying the military in school, recognized them as big Apache attack helicopters, very powerful machines indeed. She knew then just how much clout Bill Rothman wielded. Two of the Apaches took up positions on either side of Bill’s executive copter and hovered there, evidently waiting for it to take off. The third began to circle over the estate, making sure that the airspace was clear for Bill’s helicopter. The thunder from the big Apaches was making the tower vibrate. Melanie was impressed. Then, without warning, Bill’s helicopter suddenly rose into the air and banked away toward the city. The two Apaches followed along on either side, obviously providing Bill with an escort to his office tower. The third Apache remained over the estate, circling vigilantly.
Melanie was quite amazed at what she had just seen. Suddenly she noticed the main gates, out at the road. There were about eight police squad cars parked in the vicinity, and several people were being placed in the back seats of a couple of the squad cars – in handcuffs. Caroline had seen this too and she said, "Must be those reporters that broke in. I’m glad they got them. Bastards".
Just then the Apache attack copter thundered over the scene and several police officers waved up at it, obviously grateful to have such powerful backup. Melanie glanced at Caroline to see that she was smiling coldly. "That’ll teach them", she said quietly. "Well, it’s nearly time for dinner girls", she said as she turned abruptly toward the elevator. Soon they were riding back down toward the ground floor. At the dinner table, Melanie found herself feeling very anxious indeed about the whole situation. A lot of very unpleasant thoughts were going through her head and suddenly she turned to Caroline and said, "Caroline, are we going to go to jail?".
"Not if I can help it dear", Caroline replied firmly.
"But you heard what Miss Donaldson said at the hearing", Melanie said.
"Yes dear I did", Caroline replied, "and we will not allow them to do that".
"I wish I had your confidence", Melanie said morosely. She was just toying with her food now.
By the time dinner was finished it was after 9:00 in the evening, and the girls announced that they were going to go to bed. Caroline smiled and said, "You need each other right now. I understand. Goodnight girls. Hopefully Bill will be here in the morning".
"Me too", Melanie said earnestly.
They turned and walked hand in hand up the grand stairway to their bedroom. Melanie slipped under the covers, having stripped down to just her panties, and waited for Kyrie to do the same. She made herself comfortable on her side of the bed and immediately released her bladder. She closed her eyes and descended into heavenly bliss as her pee hissed from her and spread out into the bed around her. She was almost finished wetting the bed when Kyrie climbed in beside her and began to add her own warm wetness to the bed. They murmured softly as the most wonderful sensations coursed through them. When Kyrie was finished they rolled together and melted into each other. They made love slowly, passionately, with an inner fire that neither of them realized they had. They became one, consumed completely by the other’s desire. In the heat of the moment they cried out, releasing their pent up emotions, their anxieties, expressing their love for one another, a love that was total, all encompassing, and everlasting.
For a long time afterward they lay side by side in their wet bed, a palpable silence hanging in the air. They slowly came down from the emotional high that love is so good at producing. More time passed in silence, neither of them near to sleep, both thinking difficult thoughts. At length Melanie spoke quietly into the darkness.
"We’re going to jail Kyrie", she said softly, her voice wavering. "They’ll split us up, put us in different parts of the jail. We won’t be able to see each other anymore". Now her voice broke in quiet anguish. Suddenly Kyrie turned toward her and said, "Oh baby, don’t say that. Please. That can’t happen to us". She had started to cry. Melanie took her into her arms and they held each other tightly, crying softly in the darkness until sleep brought blessed release.
Golden rays of morning sunlight slanted into the room through the nebulous sheer curtains riffling in front of the open bedroom window. Melanie slowly rose out of sleep and tried in vain to blink the bleariness from her eyes. She discovered that she was wrapped snugly around Kyrie, her right hand cupped comfortably over Kyrie’s right breast. She smiled sleepily and simply lay there, enjoying it immensely. Her morning pee made it’s presence felt and she immediately released it fully into the bed. She sighed dreamily as her pee hissed softly out of her and soaked into the mattress, making it luxuriously warm around her. Just then Kyrie stirred, murmuring softly, and a second hiss joined the first. Their pee combined to thoroughly soak the bed. They both sighed blissfully before rolling over to face each other and have a long, wet kiss.
At length they finally tore themselves away from their beloved bed and began to get dressed for the day. Melanie decided that she didn’t smell too badly of pee so she passed on a shower. Kyrie was quick to follow suit. Melanie picked up her jeans and sniffed them in the crotch area. They smelled of pee of course, but Melanie didn’t think it was too bad, so she just shrugged and pulled them on over her pee stained white panties. She finished with a bra and a white tank top tucked into her jeans. She turned to Kyrie, who was fastening the button on her equally smelly jeans, and said, "Sweetie, what do you think your dad’s doing downtown?".
"I don’t know for sure baby", Kyrie replied, "but whatever it is, you can bet it’ll be something good". She finished buttoning her jeans and the two of them embraced and enjoyed a nice long French kiss.
"I love you Kyrie", Melanie said softly when they broke the kiss., "I love you so much".
"I love you too Melanie", Kyrie said. They kissed again, their passion igniting once again. They broke it off quickly though, before things got carried away. Then they turned and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Charles was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs and as they approached him he said, "Good morning ladies. I trust you slept well?". They looked lovingly at each other and Kyrie said, "Oh yes", with remarkable feeling in her voice. Charles simply smiled at that and said, "Heading to breakfast then?".
"Yep, sure are", Kyrie said, brightly this time.
"Excellent", Charles responded, "breakfast this morning is croissants with butter and honey or cream cheese, and the usual fruit selection. All the usual breakfast drinks are available of course. I trust this is to your liking?".
"Sounds great Charles", Kyrie answered.
"Thank you Miss Rothman", Charles replied, satisfied. Melanie was surprised to find that they had already arrived at the dining hall door and that Charles had opened the door for them and was showing them in. As they entered the cavernous room Charles said, with a smile, "Enjoy ladies".
"Thanks Charles", Kyrie said.
"Thank you Charles", Melanie responded.
"You’re welcome ladies", Charles replied. He closed the door softly behind them.
They approached the table and as they went to sit down, Melanie suddenly needed to poop. She paused by the table and matter-of-factly began to push her poop into her pants. She stood for about two minutes as she contentedly filled her pants. She even grunted softly at one point. When she was finished she turned to leave the dining hall so that she could empty her pants when she suddenly decided, what the hell, and sat down. Her poop squished out in all directions. Some even went up the front of her pants and over her pussy. To her surprise it felt really good and she decided immediately that she wasn’t going to bother emptying her pants anymore after pooping. She glanced at Kyrie who was looking at her, wide eyed. She couldn’t help but grin and she shrugged and said, "What the hell. I thought I might as well try it".
"I bet you won’t do that again sweetie", Kyrie replied.
Melanie smiled at this and said, "Actually yeah, I will. I’m not going to empty my pants any more when I poop".
Kyrie’s eyes went wider and she said, "Really? Melanie, what’s gotten into you?".
Melanie grinned again, shrugged, and said, "I dunno, it just feels really good. You should try it you know".
"Well I might just have to", Kyrie retorted.
"You’re not upset with me are you?", Melanie asked.
"No, no", Kyrie replied, "I’m just surprised, that’s all".
Melanie shrugged again and said, "Well hey, I’ll try anything once, you know that".
"I know baby", Kyrie said almost wistfully. She smiled lovingly and said, "That’s one of the reasons I love you so much".
"Oh God I love you too", Melanie answered immediately.
They embraced and had begun to kiss passionately when someone politely cleared their throat just a few feet away. They immediately separated and looked sheepishly at the owner of the voice. It was a female servant and she smiled as she placed a platter of freshly toasted croissants on the table between the two girls. This was followed with a sterling silver butter dish with butter in it, soft and ready to spread with the pearl handled sterling silver knife, and a serving dish of cream cheese, once again accompanied by a pearl handled sterling silver knife. The servant turned smartly and walked briskly away. As they began to spread butter on their croissants, the main doors of the dining hall abruptly opened and Caroline strode in. She walked briskly over to the two girls. She had a curious sort of hard expression on her face, like she was trying to conceal how she felt about something but was not succeeding very well. She smiled politely at the girls and said, "Good morning girls. I hope you’re enjoying breakfast".
"Yeah, it’s good mom", Kyrie replied.
"Delicious thank you Caroline", Melanie said politely.
"Oh good, I’m glad to hear that", Caroline replied. She was strangely nervous about something. The small talk was so obviously forced, it was plainly evident that she was avoiding the real reason she had come to see them. She stood for a moment between them, almost fidgeting. Then she finally took a deep breath and said, "Girls, I received a phone call this morning. It was from the school. You are ordered to appear at the school promptly at 2:00 this afternoon. They didn’t say what the reason was, just to be there. Although they did sound very serious about it to me".
Melanie and Kyrie looked at each other in horror, their breakfast forgotten, their appetites long gone, their stomachs churning. Is it ever going to end?, Melanie thought.