Walk Back

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This story contains women peeing outside and in a toilet.

 

 

Susie crossed her arms, shifted her weight to her other foot, and recalled the night so far. It hadn’t been like the frat parties she had seen in the movies. No one was swinging from chandeliers or jumping off roofs, and there were no rooms full of naked people. The hardest drugs she had seen people using was pot, and thankfully no one was pushing it on her. Just a lot of drinking, loud music, and loud talking. It wasn’t as bad as she imagined it would be at all. Just loud.

Now, halfway back to the dorm, she stood in front of Kate and Samantha, helping to block them while they squatted behind her. Apparently they couldn’t wait any longer and thought some bushes were as good as a toilet. Alcohol does that to people, Susie thought to herself. She took better precautions. She had only two drinks: cool aid mixed with vodka, and she made sure the “bartender”, the frat guy lording over the kegs and bottles, prepared it in front of her. And just to make sure she wouldn’t have a hangover, she had a full bottle of water with each drink. No, there was no chance of her having a hangover, but there was a chance she would wet herself if she didn’t get to a proper toilet soon. She didn’t remember having to go this badly since she her SATs, when she had over hydrated beforehand and had to force herself not to sprint to the Ladies’ Room when it was over. That time it had felt like she was holding a pitcher of water inside of her. This time it felt like even more.

“Can you hurry up, please?” she called out to her friends. No response, only the sound of idle chatter and water hitting grass.

Samantha stood and zipped up her jeans. “I can stand watch for you…” she offered to Susie.

“No thanks, I’m ok.” Of course, part of her wished she could join them. She imagined lowering her slacks and underwear and letting it all out right there. She imagined the relief as the immense pressure inside of her eased up. But then she remembered that she hadn’t squatted in a decade and would probably fall over trying. And even if she could squat, there was no way she was going to flash her pale butt and her…natural front for the world to see. Nope, she would rather hold it in.

“Oh my God, Kate!” Samantha practically shouted “you’re still going?”

“I had a lot of beer…” slurred Kate, laughing.

“Did you have ALL the beer? How much more could there be in there?”

Eventually, Kate staggered upright and pulled her thong up. Jeans still at her ankles, she made a “Voila” gesture, but after a moment of reflection, said “Wait”, and pulled her thong down to mid thigh, and from a high squat, resumed releasing her bladder.

“Oh my fucking God, you’re like a horse!” exclaimed Samantha. This prompted Kate to try a bad impression of a horse neighing, and even Susie had to laugh at that.

The rest of the way back to the dorm was torture. Never had trees and bushes looked so good to her before, and at one point she almost stopped at one to answer the call, but a group of revelers passed by and she came to her senses. When their dormitory finally came into view, she likened it to an oasis in a desert to one dying of thirst, and the irony of that metaphor wasn’t lost on her.

Now the girls were inside the building, sharing the world’s slowest elevator with a handsome classmate that Susie recognized from Physics. Kate and Samantha were not using their indoor voices.

“Sorry we’re loud!” Samantha shouted to the guy. And just when Susie didn’t think she could be any more embarrassed, a swerving Kate joined in “And sorry she’s so quiet” motioning to Susie “she’s about to pee her pants.” Susie stared daggers at Kate and turned beet red, but couldn’t help noticing that somewhere in the back of her mind, she was somewhat…excited. The guy, perplexed, got off at his floor.

Finally they arrived at their own floor. Susie power-walked to the bathroom, praying she could hold it in for just a few more moments. She had a last-second fear that all the stalls would be occupied, or so dirty as to be unusable, but thankfully the bathroom was empty and sparkling clean. She scurried into the first stall; normally she would take the last one, but this was an emergency. Her trembling hands, which had been floating around her zipper since the elevator, were already unbuckling and unfastening her slacks before she could even close the door behind her. She was practically tap-dancing as she hooked her thumbs into her slacks and underwear and shoved them down to mid-thigh. In that same instant she bent forward and stuck her butt out just as a thick stream of urine exploded out of her and gushed into the toilet behind her. It felt even better than she had imagined it would be. All of that water racing out of her, the relief of finally being able to let it all go.

“Ohhh - fuck!” she gasped. Somewhere she heard familiar laughter. Apparently Kate and Samantha had followed her into the bathroom.

“Oh my God, you never swear!” laughed Samantha.

“And you’re pissing even more than I was!” added Kate.

Susie was in too much ecstasy to respond; the pee stream kept jetting out of her, storming into the toilet, with no sign of letting up, and she was enjoying every second. She didn’t know how long she had been standing bent over like that, but she realized her legs were getting tired, so she pushed her slacks and underwear down the rest of the way and plopped herself onto the bowl. She seat was cold to her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She looked down. Nothing on the floor, not a drop on her underwear; she must have gotten them down just in time. She observed the furious stream shooting out from between her legs: a wide, thick, unbroken ribbon of almost clear pee churning the water below. Even a half second of that in her pants and they would have been soaked. She was grateful that she had been able to hold it in when she had to, and she was grateful for the waves of relief now that she was finally letting it out. Even as her stream began to ease in volume, it remained unbroken and flew out of her with an urgency that made her amusingly wonder how much she had left inside of her. She shifted on the bowl and sensed that her bladder still felt quite full even as it was forcefully expelling its contents. It didn’t matter, she had all the time in the world now. She closed her eyes and savored how delicious it all felt. Not a bad end to a night.