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Aside from a couple glances, a hand on my thigh once or twice, nothing ever came of me and Caroline. Not soon after our little encounter I went off to college, and then a week later so did she. School kind of takes priority, and we were going to ones in completely different states, and with my summer courses, I was on campus year-round. It was worth it, though, to graduate a year early. 20 and I had a bachelors degree. Soon I’d start a job somewhere in an I.T. office, teaching my superiors how to download an attachment. But for this summer, I was free to live a little.
“What?” I turn and look at Amy, my twin sister. I had been tuning her out as I decided what I wanted for lunch. She was saying something about me joining her and her friends clubbing.
“Caroline asked if you were coming.”
“…I might. Where are you guys going again?”
“Disco’s, that new place right beside the old bank.” I hadn’t been to Disco’s since it was still the abandoned Denny’s, back when the guys and I would light up in the old manager’s office. It was a sad day for stoners everywhere when they bought it up and replaced the locks.
I pick up an apple and take a bite. Turning back towards the room my parents haven’t changed since I left for school, I carry my snack without answering.
“We’re leaving at nine!” Amy calls.
It’s 8:30 by the time I finally decide that I’m going. The apple core, nibbled to bits, rests on my desk as I shimmy into a pair of jeans and a clean black shirt. I don’t bother shaving; I think the scruff looks better anyway. When I see myself in the mirror, I don’t look like a total dick, which is all I can ask for, really. With a hand through my hair and a spray of deodorant under both arms, I’m ready. I don’t envy Amy; she’s been getting ready since six.
“You’re coming!” Amy’s excitement catches me off guard; I still wasn’t used to the happy, excitable person that came home from college. All I was used to was sass.
“Beats spending the night in my room, anyway.” I excuse my attendance with a shrug, hoping she doesn’t notice the nervous energy I was exuding. I’d have to get that under control before Caroline gets here.
At nine on the dot, I hear the distinct squealing of Amy’s posse. Mostly it was the same group as before college, minus Jess and adding Lilly, a rather perky blonde girl from her stats class.
As soon as I step into the hallway, I spot her. Hair still red but darker, she’s wearing a black, skin-tight dress that barely came down to her mid-thigh. She’s pierced both sides of her nose, with a stud in each, her makeup accentuating the honey-brown color of her eyes. As I meet them, the air is sucked out of my lungs, my stomach flutters. She smiles. Fuck.
“Amy said you probably wouldn’t come.” Caroline slips away from the laughing group and leans against the doorway I’m still standing in. She looks up at me and cocks an eyebrow, the smudge of charcoal around her eyes making them seem even more piercing. It made it hard to breathe, let alone answer.
“Plans fell through.” I surprise myself with a reasonable lie. Caroline nods, looking out towards the girls.
“Good.” She smiles and flicks her gaze up to me. Was it just me, or was that a bat of eyelashes? “I would have missed you.”
She goes back to join Amy and the others. I take a second; I’d forgotten how much she got to me. The pressure against the zipper of my pants was a good reminder.
We pile into a black Jeep with tinted windows; Caroline’s car. Caroline takes the helm and the rest of the girls file in the back so quickly that I’m left with no other option than being a passenger princess. I didn’t think I’d be complaining about sitting next to a gorgeous woman, but this meant I needed to make conversation. Good conversation. Charismatic conversation.
Luckily, I was wrong. The girls sang along loudly to the radio the entire way to the club, windows down, so all I had to do was ride out the awful harmonies until we pulled into the lot.
I walk behind the group of giggling girls, both because they’re scrambling to get out of the chilly air and maybe so I could watch their asses sway in their tight dresses. Can you blame me?
The club is loud, which I expected, and busy, which I did not. I didn’t realize people would want to rub up against strangers where they once sold Grand Slams. But I had to admit it looked good: dark but not too dark to see, the bar set up where booths once sat, sections of the dance floor set up in several areas. The girls grab each others’ hands, forming a line to make their way towards the bar together. Caroline turns to me, flashes me a smile, and offers her hand. She says something, but I can’t make it out over the music, so I just nod and take her hand.
A shot was procured for everyone except Lilly, who was our driver for the night, and despite my distaste for clear liquors, I take it. The taste is the only thing that can get me to, at least briefly, stop thinking about how nice Caroline’s escort bursa hand had felt in mine. A real drink for each of us drinking, and they were off towards one of the several dance floors.
I lose track of Caroline and the others for a while, until Amy dances up to me as I scan the crowd.
“Who you lookin’ for?” She half-yells over the music. “Caroline?” She smiles a snarky smile and raises a brow at me. There’s the annoying sister I knew.
“No.” I flush, avoiding eye contact.
“She’s on the other dance floor, dummy.” She laughs, pushing past me to order herself another drink.
I catch sight of her quickly once I move to the other side of the club. She’s in the middle of a slightly-more packed floor, dancing beside some girls I didn’t recognize. Caroline always could make friends wherever she went. I stay by the wall, breaking my view enough to not seem creepy.
One of the times I look back at the dancefloor, Caroline is gone. I look around, catching sight of her a few feet away. She smiles and walks over.
“I thought I saw you standing over here all by yourself.” She speaks, her voice just loud enough to be heard without yelling.
“Lost the others.” My voice sounds too loud by comparison. She just nods, looking back to the small crowd.
“Wanna dance?”
I’ve never considered myself a dancer, but for the next hour, I follow Caroline’s movements without hesitation. I suppose I should be leading, but when I look at her, I just want to give her everything she wants. And right now, she wanted to dance. We break only when her thirst outweighs her desire to sway her hips, and we both order another drink. By now, my bladder is twinging in protest from the previous drinks, and I excuse myself as she waits for our new ones.
When I return, I drag my eyes over her from a distance. She shifts, hooking her ankles together and leaning down just slightly. Did she have to pee too? Why didn’t she say anything when I suggested I go? I wait for her to hand me her drink and excuse herself, but she just hands me mine and we go off to find the others.
By the end of the night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her moving legs. She was doing well at concealing her need, but I could catch the signs: her movements, the way she every so often touched her stomach, her slowed pace on our walk to her car. She hands Lilly the keys and walks to the rear left side door.
We pile into the car; Lilly in the drivers, Amy as passenger, and the rest of us piling into the back. On the way there, the girls had piled four into the back seat, but I was a bit bigger and for a split second I wondered how we’d all fit.
“Go on, I’ll sit in your lap.” Caroline suggests, pushing me softly into the car. She kept shifting, her heels clicking on the asphalt. There was a bit of tension in her voice, even more in her posture. Again, I follow her lead without question. It tended to lead to good things.
And this time was no exception; under the veil of darkness and hidden from the two women beside us who had immediately fallen asleep on each other, Caroline wiggled in my lap freely. At first I thought it was just to help her hold it, so I tried to hide my growing erection, but that changed when her hand snuck back and grabbed it. I let out a gasp, thankfully hidden by the music that had been turned back up once we left the parking lot. Caroline turns over her shoulder to look at me, flashing me that deadly smile, and reaches back blindly to find my button, my zipper. All the while she continued to scissor her legs, her own breath a little heavier than usual.
“I’m going to piss myself if you don’t help me hold it in.” She demands, just quiet enough for only me to hear. I nod like an idiot, freeing my dick from the hole of my boxers. For a brief moment, I think that this is a terrible idea, not only because of the several people around but also the angle I was at would ensure I would poke at her full bladder. Did she want a repeat of last time? Honestly, I was too revved up to question her logic. I wanted to be inside of her, now.
She inches up her skirt, revealing her bare ass and the fact that she hasn’t been wearing any underwear. If she had been, they surely would have been soaked if her thighs were any indication. With a bit of subtle maneuvering, I manage to glide past her thighs and catch her entrance. I slip inside of her with little resistance, most of it coming not from a lack of wetness but because she was tensing her muscles so tightly.
To my surprise, Caroline leans forward as I bottom out inside of her, tapping Lilly on the shoulder.
“How far are we?” She asks. I hold my breath.
“Like ten minutes.” Lilly responds over the music. Caroline crosses her ankles with me still inside her, wanting nothing more than to move.
“Think we could find a place to pull over? I seriously need to piss.”
“Yeah sure, once we’re off the highway I’ll stop.”
Three minutes later my fingertips görükle escort were gripping Caroline’s hips from the strain of holding still. The only respite (for me, I’m sure they were hell for her) were the bumps in the road, each one slightly satisfying the desire to rock my hips up to meet hers until she poured her liquids into my lap. Caroline starts contributing to the bouncing, and I feel like I’m in heaven.
Two more minutes and I’m seeing stars when there’s suddenly a loud hiss from my place between Caroline’s legs.
“Oh fuck…” Caroline moans as her leak starts soaking into my jeans. She sits forward, suddenly uncorking herself and letting out another, unabated spurt of pee. My lap was already soaked. “Guys? Guys pull over now. Now.”
We slow behind some traffic and Caroline whimpers.
Another hiss.
“Shit!” Caroline matches its tone, weaving and bouncing her legs rapidly as the knees of my jeans soaks up more of her urine. I shift as well, trying my best to shove my rock hard dick back into my boxers before the overhead light ended up revealing the both of us. Beside us, Lilly and Jess are lightly snoring away, oblivious to Caroline’s panicked, losing fight.
“She’s finding a place to pull over,” My sister chimes in, her slurred tone an attempt at reassurance. There was a softness to it, contrasted with a snip from Caroline.
“And I’m pissing in your brother’s lap!” Her words are still whispered and incredulous, like she couldn’t believe she was saying it at all. Lilly flicks on the Jeep’s blinker, the tick, tick, tick corresponding with the drip, drip, drip of Caroline’s urine off her thigh and onto my darkening jeans. The warmth, the situation, the fact that mere seconds ago I had Caroline wrapped around me, all of it had me uncomfortably close to making my own wet patch on my jeans. But instead I manage to close the button on my jeans, sans release.
Caroline’s whimpers, which rang out freely as she tugged at the locked door, were still getting to me, guaranteeing that I would stay uncomfortably hard and awkwardly positioned in my jeans. She had shifted her hips forward and was now desperately grinding against my left thigh; I couldn’t tell if it was a physical attempt to hold back the tide inside of her, or a mental one to distract herself from the losing battle.
But before I can figure it out, Lilly finally pulls over into the dirt shoulder. Perhaps it was being this close to release, or perhaps she was truly at her limit, but I start to feel my thigh rapidly get wetter.
“No, no, not in the car–” Caroline whines, tugging even more desperately at the door until it rather suddenly unlocked and opened. I catch her by the waist so she doesn’t lose balance and faceplant, a reactive motion that gets a grunt from Caroline and a hiss from under her dress. I release her and she scrambles out of the car, pee flowing from her freely at this point and pattering against the seat as she finally escapes.
And then, lit by the ghost of a street light, Caroline fully pissed herself. Chin up, relief almost covering up the embarrassed blush on her face. Her legs open, I could see three separate streams: one down her right thigh, one streaming down from the front of her dress, and the last, strongest one hissing straight between her legs, unabated by any underwear, mixing up the dirt below her. After a while, she squats down, still peeing. I could hear it more than I can see it, but what I can see is her expression: blissful, relieved, her lower lip falling slack. She looked beautiful in the soft glow of the dim street lamp, steam from her copious release rising above the pavement.
After what felt like hours but was surely only a couple minutes, the hiss dies down and Caroline stands. She shakes off her legs with a relieved sigh.
“They aren’t joking about booze making you have to pee.” She jokes, her regular, carefree demeanor back now that she wasn’t holding back an ocean. “Sorry about your lap, Nick.”
And then she hops right back into the car and my lap, her soaked dress dampening my jeans further as she leans out to close the door. Amy looks surprised, although not completely sobered. Lilly seems just shocked. The other two sleep, unaware. I, however, was bricked as the two awake observers processed what just happened. I hide a grunt behind a cough as Caroline shifts her wet lap over mine, glad that the lights turn off and hide my face.
“Okay. Anyone else gotta pee?” Lilly asks with a nervous chuckle, hand on the gearshift. “No? Good. We’ve got about five minutes until we get back.”
The radio is turned back up soon after, and it seems that everyone gets over the scene they had just witnessed. Everyone except me and my raging hard on. Although, I can’t take full blame. I swear that each shift and movement is meant to rile me up. Maybe just keep me riled, until we get home. I have to change my course of thought, afraid that imagining what could happen when we get home would be the last straw. Thankfully, Caroline provides a good distraction as she leans back and rubs the bridge of her nose into the crook of my neck, her breath hot.
“I’ll need a shower when we get back.” She whispers to me under the sound of the music. “And maybe some company.”
I gulp and she laughs, getting a glance from Amy. I meet my sister’s eyes, Caroline still tucked into my neck, and she raises a brow. I shrug, and she chuckles, making a lightly disgusted face before turning back to Lilly.
We pull into the driveway as Caroline begins to nip my neck. I could melt.
“We’re back.” I whisper. She pulls herself back, running a hand through her hair. As Amy opens the door the lights turn back on, exposing the still present wet patches on both my lap and Carolines black dress. I pull my zipper up as we walk to the other side of the car, where we wake the sleeping beauties and lead everyone inside.
Everyone makes their way to their sleeping spots, whether that be in Amy’s room or on the couch. Everyone except Caroline. As the girls settle in to sleep, she takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom.
My jeans are cold by now, and I imagine her dress is too. As soon as the door closes behind me she drops her wet dress and bra, leaving her fully nude in the soft light of the bathroom. The way each curve made way for a new hill or valley took my breath away. Last time, I felt her. But I didn’t get to see her. This time she wasn’t hiding under the darkness of midnight, but instead showing me her full form.
Hot water falls gracefully against her lightly freckled shoulders as she steps into the path of the shower, the tips of her dyed hair trailing red streams of water down her back. She gathers her hair, placing it over her shoulder and out of the path of the water, before looking back at me. God.
I follow her into the shower, too absorbed in the moment to even worry about how I looked, probably like an excited pup as I tugged off my wet jeans. The water’s hotter than I would run it, but it feels good against my back. Caroline runs her palms up my chest, fighting against the water that runs trails over my shoulders. My hands move on their own, running up the back of her full thighs and resting in the seam beneath her ass. She raises off her heels, making herself just a little bit taller, tempting me into a kiss. I take it, obviously, Why would I ever give up the opportunity to meet those lips?
She hadn’t bothered to take off her makeup before stepping into the shower, but from the looks of it, her mascara and lipstick were mostly waterproof, smudging only slightly under the steam. Her eyeliner, it seemed, was not, and even though she didn’t stand in the path of the water, the steam caused it to travel down her cheeks in thin ashy lines. I reach up and cup her left cheek, my thumb attempting to brush away the black speckles only to smear them across her cheek bone. She gazes up at me, those honey eyes rendering me completely helpless.
I lean down and meet her in a kiss, finally, a kiss. My dick is nestled in the soft curve of her stomach, pointing up above her hip, and I can’t help but grind closer. The kiss becomes hungry, first on my end then on hers. She seems surprised at first, but I know this hunger was inevitable. In my head, I replay the look of relief on her face as my body finds how it fits with hers. With another, harder grind I scoop up her thigh, turning to press her against the wall of the shower. She lets out a soft gasp and I swear I growl, running two fingers below the blond tuft of hair and reeling in her wetness, different from the water of the shower or even the waters streaming down her legs not too long ago.
She whimpers with need, and who am I to deny? I curl my fingertips inside of her with a mirrored need and swipe my tongue over her lower lip. She lets them part and my tongue dances with hers, her thigh trembling in my grasp.
It isn’t long before my own need trumps my want to make this last forever, and I remove my fingers to line myself up with her. The kiss breaks but we both stay close, sharing air. I wait for her to change her mind, to ask me to leave, but she just looks up at me with lust in those honey-brown eyes. So I press myself forward.
She’s so wet that I glide right past her entrance, my eyes fluttering closed as we both moan. She’s so warm and I’m so sensitive from tonight’s teasing that I have to hold still to keep myself from exploding. After a long moment, I grind my hips against hers, pulling another moan from Caroline.
“Shh,” I whisper, meeting her lips to stifle future moans. She drapes her arms over my shoulders, pulling me in closer, and I try to memorize the feeling of her wanting me. Again. Wanting me again.
Under the steam of hot water, I drive myself into the red headed goddess over and over until I’m panting against her lips and she’s panting against mine. Her skin was slick under my touches, her arms holding to me like I was the only thing keeping her upright. And maybe I was. Her thighs were certainly shaking enough to be jelly. I felt her tighten around me as she lets out another, quieter moan, and I slow just enough to pull out.
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