2-in-1: College Girls in a Traffic Jam

[RedHatter76 96]

The situation began as a mundane annoyance, one that was all too typical in big cities like Berkley, and I found myself mildly regretting my decision to go to college in such an urban area. Traffic had slowed to a crawl and then a literal stand-still as some unseen obstacle ahead of us created a bumper-to-bumper jam that stretched for what looked like a couple of miles, at least to our increasingly bored eyes. Fortunately, I was with my best friend Trina, so I knew that even in a situation like this, the dull moments wouldn't last long. Trina had a very dry sense of humor that was at its best whenever she had maxed out her daily boredom quota (which I estimated to be pretty soon). Her good-natured snarkiness, combined with her tan skin and typically Latina curves, made her a real magnet for men. I've always been a bit jealous of her attractiveness, I'll admit. It's nothing serious, but I do sometimes feel a bit more self-conscious around guys when she's next to me. Ironically, whenever I bring it up, she insists that she's actually the jealous oneǃ Being a mousy, bespectacled redhead with a full-body set of freckles, I find that hard to believe, but apparently, according to her, my butt is no less shapely than hers, my breasts are actually a bit firmer, and she'd kill for my "emerald orbs that you call eyesǃ"

But I digress. We'd been well on our way back to campus after visiting my family (who treated Trina as one of their own, with mutual results) when disaster struck. We were now stuck in Trina's sky-blue 2010 Volkswagen Beetle with the setting sun taunting us with the prospect of a long day potentially turning into a long night. The home-to-school commute was long enough as it was, but this time, it seemed we'd get an extra dose of butt numbness from sitting for even longer than usual. Fortunately, we'd packed the usual generous amount of snacks and drinks for the trip, and I was nursing my second bottle of Sprite while Trina was making short work of her third can of Red Bull. In retrospect, it probably wasn't very smart to drink so much, but in our defense, we didn't plan on the traffic jam of the century holding us up, and it was only just now hitting us just how bad it could end up being.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on?" Trina intoned, her words much more wry than frustrated, as I'd learned to expect. "When I packed my toiletries, I didn't think I'd have to break them out while I was still in the car. Welcome to the Volkswagen Inn, where you can wake up every morning to the refreshing scent of motor oilǃ"

I smirked. This was typical Trina, and I was never more grateful that she was around to keep things entertaining. "If this keeps up, we might have to work out driving shifts so we don't fall asleep at the wheel."

"If it comes to that, we'd better save that really big Slim Jim stick."

"Why that specifically?" I asked.

"'Cause it's the nearest oblong object I can think of right now, and if it gets to the point where we end up camping in our car, I'm going to get out of the car, march however long it takes to find whoever started this pile-up, and plug him up at one end. It'll be worth the loss of rations, trust me." Her deadpan intonation juxtaposed sharply with the ire that her words would normally imply, which only made it all the more humorous. "In the meantime, maybe I can track down that guy that passed us with the obnoxiously loud speakers and ask him to turn on some conga music. I'm bored, and both our phones are too low on battery to waste on entertainment, so an impromptu automobile conga line might be the only thing that can save my sanity. How much money do you have, in case we have to bribe some of the other drivers to humor us?"

I laughed. "Well, at least it couldn't get much worse."

"Thanks, Ceciliaǃ I was looking for a way to goad the fates just a little bit more. Nice goingǃ" Her sarcasm might have sounded genuinely angry to a stranger, but I knew better and just smiled sheepishly. "You just don’t say stuff like that when we're already in troubleǃ It's a jinx waiting to happen. In fact,.." she paused to verify what she was about to say, "…yepǃ I officially have to pee nowǃ" She took another swig of her Red Bull.

"Well, then why are you still drinking?"

"Ah, it's almost empty anyway. What's done is done." She plucked her phone off its belt clip. "I still have about a quarter of a battery left. I'm gonna call my roommate and tell her we're probably going to be late so she doesn't wait up." I nodded and leaned back in resignation to the boredom of a consequent lull in our own conversation. Perhaps just to be doing anything at all, I topped off my own drink as Trina made the call.

That call turned into a tangential conversation just long enough for the last vestiges of the sun to finally duck behind the horizon. Halfway through, I began to worry about her battery, but soon after I was distracted by how she was beginning to squirm in her seat. Soon after, although I couldn't really see, I began to suspect due to what I could see of her upper arm movements that she was trying to sooth her crotch through her red leggings. Man, she must be starting to burstǃ I thought to myself. As she finally hung up, I opened my mouth to ask how bad it was, but before I could, she emitted a soft moan and a sigh

"Yep, it's time," she said decisively as she promptly climbed into the seat next to hers and leaned half-upright against the back of it. I heard some shuffling, and a nascent shock took hold of me.

"What are you doing?" I ventured, apprehensive that I might already know the answer.

"Exactly what you think," she said casually. "I have to go to the bathroomǃ" A glimpse of her bare thigh from my perch on the right back seat as she lowered her pants further confirmed my suspicions.

"Are you crazy? This is bold even for youǃ Why don't you go outside?"

"And risk giving some creep out there a peep show with all those building lights still on? Nothin' doinǃ There are no woods around for me to duck into, and this jam isn't going to clear up anytime soon. Plus, I need an empty bladder to drive safely tonight. I'll have plenty of time to clean it up after we get to campus. But right now, I just don't care. I can't hold itǃ" She had barely spoken those last words before she collapsed onto the seat. I stared slack-jawed at the back of that same seat as I was sure I actually heard the initial burst of what quickly grew into an audibly hissing flood. She leaned forward, spread her legs, and bent her head back, moaning long and hard. "Oh, that feels so goodǃ So much betterǃ"

She soaked her own carseat for a full couple of minutes before a final sigh signaled the end. "Holy crapǃ I had to pee so badǃ Thank God we took my own car."

She was already back in the driver's seat, pants up and all by the time most of my shock finally wore off. "Clearly," I said, managing a small smirk. "Just when I think I know you well enough to predict your moves…"

"Hey, I wouldn't be doing my best friend duties if I didn't keep you on your toes," she replied. For some reason, I chose that moment to yawn despite my best efforts not to, so she added. "Now, get some sleep. The traffic ought to clear up sometime tonight, but I'll need a back-up driver so I can conk out when I get too sleepy." I nodded in agreement, still reeling slightly from Trina's use of a spare carseat as a makeshift toilet.

I drifted off much sooner than I anticipated, and before I knew it, I was shaken awake from a deep slumber. I felt the car moving, but it took a few moments before my grogginess gave way to pleasant surprise. Not so pleasant, however, was the discovery that our traveling was not what had awoken me. Instead, my own bladder was quite suddenly crying out for relief. Sneaky bladderǃ I thought, Filling up on me while I sleep so it hits me all at once when I wake up. I instinctively reached a hand to my crotch and started squirming, which only brought the memories of Trina's uninhibited self-relief on her own upholstery rushing back. This was no fleeting pang. This was a persistent urge felt across the entire front bikini zone, and it was growing more pressing by the second. I suppose it was inevitable for the thought of taking a page from Trina's book to cross my mind, but I decided with a suppressed moan to resist the temptation. Nevertheless, I suddenly had a new appreciation for Trina's earlier plight.

Then, my friend's voice from the front seat made me nearly jump out of my skin in my heightened state of self-consciousness. "Hey, you know I have a rear-view mirror, right? You're worse than I am at hiding the urge. Did you not learn anything a few hours ago? Just drop your pants, scooch over, and go right here. It'll be dry by the time we get home anyway."

I opened my mouth to protest, or at least to ask if she was sure, but my desperation was too intense. Muttering my quick thanks, I half-stood cautiously and practically tore my jeans and panties both down in one swift motion. Somehow managing to climb into the adjoining seat at a speed comparable to Trina's even with my pants at my ankles and almost collapsed. The promise of impending relief proved too much, and my hips didn't even quite make it onto the cushion before I exploded with a loud, quivering gasp. So, with my butt hovering barely a centimeter above the seat, I swiftly braced myself by grabbing the headrest in front of me and continued letting the torrent gush out of me. The sensation of the intense pressure being released combined with the rush of warmth at my genital entrance and on my thighs prompted my own long and drawling moan. I barely had time to see Trina's cocked eyebrow in the mirror before my eyes slid shut in a moment of ecstatic relief. Although a huge puddle seemed to form under me at lightning speed, I still managed to pee for a good couple of minutes before the flood finally dwindled. "Oh, wowǃ" I breathed with half-lidded eyes as I ejected the final squirts. "That felt so goodǃ I had to go so badǃ" Still in a daze, I managed to pull my pants back up, climb back into my original seat, and flop back down.

"Damn, girlǃ" teased Trina. "You just gave me a run for my moneyǃ If I just heard those sounds out of context, I might suspect you had a guy back there doin' you real goodǃ"

The last vestiges of shyness obliterated by my own actions, I just smirked back at her. "Shut up." Just having "gone to the bathroom," as Trina had so innocently put it earlier, had never felt better!

[daemoniak 614]

A very hot story, however I must admit having some issues understanding the girls' seating arrangement.

From what I could gather, and it appears that Trina is driving and the narrator (Cecilia) is in the back, behind the passenger seat; but I think it would make it easier to picture the scene if this was called out explicitly at the beginning. Also, an explanation as to the why of the seating arrangement should maybe be made: why is Cecilia not seating in the front with her friend? It would make talking easier.

[RedHatter76 96]

Good pointǃ I hadn't thought of that.

[whiskey35 306]

Could it have been because Cecilia was having a sleep in the back? Doesn't matter though as it was an excellent story and as they haven't arrived yet they could need to swap drivers or seats again for another pee. :)

[wsvoyeur 74]

While I will confess that I was, at first, puzzled by the seating areangement, I quickly decided that it didn't matter. This is a hot, well written story. Thanks for sharing it.

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

Hot story! Is this part of the wonderful "pee where you sit" series? Keep up the great work, really gives me a boner!

[Lutab 1,052]

Great story. Hope they have too pee again before they arrive.