Fancy Free Part 3

[wetwulf 3,324]

After class, the new girl finally introduced herself as Susan. We shook hands and smiled as I felt drips down my legs from my still wet panties. "Let's go," Susan said. "I have to pee, too." We made our way through the crowd and out the door. I was a little surprised (or maybe not) when Susan walked right past the restroom. "That one gets too crowded," she said, "especially after class."

We walked out of the building and started across campus. "Come on," she said. I wasn't sure what Susan had in mind as she walked briskly ahead of me and I dutifully followed. "So," she said, as we kept walking, "have you ever done that before?" I could feel my face get red, but I tried to fake it.

"Sort of," I said. "What about you?"

"Hm?" She seemed surprised I had turned the question to her. "What do you mean? I'm not the one who pissed in class."

"But you seemed to know a lot about it," I said. "Like how to pee into the seat when you're wearing a skirt?"

"I was just guessing... I mean, I figured... Oh, what the hell." She stopped next to a group of benches under some trees. She looked around, noticing like I was that most of the students were keeping to the walkway behind us. "Let me sit down and we can talk."

I smirked. I knew why she wanted to sit down, and why we were now sitting in a more secluded area. "You're about to pee, aren't you?" I said. Susan just smiled as she sat on one of the benches, pulling the back of her skirt up just a little as she did.

"Keep watch for me," she said. I did my best, but as she sighed I could't help but look at the dark spot that formed in the crotch of her pink panties. "Ahhh, that's better," she said. The dark spot grew and grew and a light trickle of pee dribbled between the slats of the bench. "I really had to go. I almost pissed in my seat, too, when you were going."

When she finished peeing, she looked at me. "Now, my question first."

I told her about my parents letting me wet myself, about my mom wetting herself. I left out the part about seeing and hearing my mom have wet sex. She listened, wide-eyed and smiling, never interrupting.

"That must make you feel so... so free." I nodded.

"It has its perks," I said.

"Aren't you worried about getting caught? Or what people might think about you?"

I shrugged. "Sometimes. But mostly, I don't care what people think. Plus, some people like it." I smiled at her. "Which brings me to my question." She cleared her throat and stared across campus, avoiding eye contact. "It's only fair," I said.

Susan told me that only since college had she been a wetter. And it started in one of her classes. The professor was very hard-nosed and strict. The night before their first exam, Susan had stayed up late, studying. To perk herself up the next morning, she drank two cups of coffee and a twenty ounce bottle of Mountain Dew. An hour into the exam and her bladder was screaming, even though she had already been to the bathroom twice that morning. She knew the professor wouldn't let her go, so she held it until it was impossible. After a dribble in her panties, she knew she didn't have a choice. She carefully looked around, saw that no one was watching her, and scooted her skirt out from under her butt. Then, trying to be very discrete, she let a little bit out at a time.

"I could feel it soaking into the seat cushion under me," she said, "and it felt so good. I wanted to just let it all go, but that would'v been obvious, and I probably would've cum right then and there. So I just let it out in little squirts until the pressure was off. Then, I finished my test... which I passed, by the way."

Susan said that after that she almost never wore pants or jeans to class, always skirts. A few more times in the same class she had to pee and repeated the process, dribbling into her panties while no one noticed.

"One day, I got so turned on that after class I went to my dorm and masturbated." She put her hand over her mouth. "I can't believe I just told you that."

"It's okay," I said. "If I had been sitting by myself in our class, I would have masturbated right there."

"You would not... Oh my gosh, you would have." I nodded again, smiling. "Tell me more," she said.