Pee Buddy

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The following is a fictional story. Bare with me, it's more romance than porn.

We actually met through a dating website, and from the photos she had posted, I knew it was too good to be true. But there it was, listed on both of our profiles, we like ‘watersports.’ Of course I assumed that she meant water polo or something like that, but this is one time I was glad to be mistaken.

We talked on the phone for about 2 weeks, and I found that not only did she have a sweet and kind voice, but also she was also knowledgeable about enough that we didn’t have to keep reverting to conversations about menial daily drama like most girls I’d met recently.

We decided on dinner and a movie for our first date, and I couldn’t express how nervous I was sitting at the restaurant waiting for her to arrive. I remember physically trembling; I was so anxious and excited. I had just finished speaking to the waitress, and as she walked away, I instinctively looked toward the entrance. All the noises around me went away and time seemed to slow to a crawl as this picturesque brunette walked through the door. Our eyes met and she offered me the smile that I will never forget in this lifetime.

‘Hi, I’m Spring,’ said that lovely voice that I’d been recently falling in love with over the phone. She was a petite girl with modest curves in all the right places. She was wearing a pretty button-up blouse and tight jeans that showed a natural hourglass shape and a tight bubble butt. ‘I’m the Mark you’ve been looking for,’ I blurted out before I could stop myself. To my surprise she offered a giggle and a smile to my silly comment. When she extended her hand, I used it only to gently pull her closer and give her a kiss on the cheek. Then without even thinking about it, I embraced her in a quick, but warm hug. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt the tightness of her body; this girl works out, she’s an athlete. Part of me felt guilty for not bringing the subject of ‘watersports’ up when we talked the previous 2 weeks over the phone, but I wasn’t about to bring it up at this moment.

Dinner was excellent, and although she told me that she rarely eats meat, we both enjoyed our stake and potatoes, and we both washed it down with a cold beer. I thought to myself as we were chatting after our meal, ‘this girl is amazing, but this is too good to be true.’ As our conversation progressed, I decided that I might drop in a few ideas to test my theory. I asked her about water skiing and jet skiing, and surprisingly she told me that she hadn’t water skied since she was 11 at her summer vacation lake house that they went to every year, and she’d never tried a jet ski. She also said that she didn’t want to talk about that anymore, and we changed the subject. Deep down I was curious what that all meant.

It was getting time for the movie, the new Star Trek, and I was amazed she had suggested it. Because of our jobs, we were both late night people, so we ended up watching the midnight show. I enjoyed the movie so much, that as I was growing the desperate need to pee from the beer I drank, I put it to the back of my mind. This girl, this date, this movie, I was having too good of a time to ruin it by being a little boy that couldn’t hold his pee through a movie. As the credits started to roll and the applause ended and people began to pile out, I encouraged her to leave quickly with me. When we left the theater, to my dismay, all the bathrooms were closed but one, and it had a tremendous line extending from it. This night had been so perfect up to this point, with a little sweat on my brow, I put my faith in the moment and decided to try to make it until I got home.

She was such a delight to talk to, and spoke fondly of the movie, dinner, and the date in general. I couldn’t agree more, except for the fact I was so uncomfortable with my need to pee. I forced myself so strongly to be a good man, and not excuse myself to pee on the sidewalk somewhere, that as we were passing the last alley to get to the parking lot, I felt a quick stream of pee in my pants, and I gasped and stopped. She asked me what was wrong, and too embarrassed to say the truth, I told her it was nothing. Then it happened. As I stood there in the alley, my muscles gave up, and a long stream of pee started to escape from me. I just knew the jeans I was wearing were getting soaked. Embarrassed and disappointed tears started welling in my eyes. Spring turned to me, and looked down to see what was happening to me. When she looked up at me, she could see I was about to cry, and that’s when it happened.

The look in her eyes wasn’t disappointment; it was compassion and love. She pulled me a little into the alley and came close to me. She embraced me fully, and I was afraid that the wetness on my jeans was now going to transfer to hers. And then I felt a new warmth spreading down there. Although I knew I had gotten control and wasn’t peeing anymore, I felt warm wetness against my legs…she was peeing.

Being in her embrace after such an embarrassing moment soothed me to my core. I felt myself falling in love with this girl. After feeling her pee herself up against me, her naughtiness caused me to think very dirty thoughts, and I got a very strong erection. As she was pressed against me, she noticed the bulge and only said, ‘Well!’ as she unconsciously gyrated her hips a little to rub against me. Our eyes met, and every bit of embarrassment, pain, or suffering we ever felt in our lives, washed away into a lust that caused us kiss at that moment with a fury that no other first kiss has ever had.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only 5 minutes, we grabbed each other’s hands and made for the car. I kept a gym bag in my back seat, so I laid down a towel in each of our seats for the ride home. We had a whole conversation on the way to her apartment, but we didn’t speak a word. Every few seconds I would look over at her, and she would smile, or giggle, or gaze at me with a stare of appreciation that no one besides me immediate family had even given me. Of course I smiled back, and gave her the gaze of, ‘what I would do to you right now.’ When we got to her apartment, she had one last surprise for me. She came around to my side of the car and gave me a long warm kiss, and then she took a few steps back and just stared at me while she peed whatever she had left into her jeans with me watching. ‘See you tomorrow?’ she asked. ‘God willing,’ I replied.

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Pee Buddy Part 2

She started to turn to walk away, then looked back and asked, ‘will you be my Pee Buddy?’ I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but it sounded good, so I replied, ‘Yes, I’ll be your Pee Buddy.’ She smiled a big bright-eyed grin, and then started skipping up to her apartment building like a happy little kid. So gorgeous, I thought.

I had trouble sleeping that night because I couldn’t get her out of my head. When the next morning came, and I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep. I didn’t mind and woke up with a start knowing that I was going to see Spring later that day. The first thought I had was to call her right then, but I knew better than to show her how quickly she had come to dominate my thoughts. I tried to get focused on other things, so I did some laundry, took out the trash, paid some bills, anything to pass the time. The clock was crawling at a snails pace, and all I could think about was how last night went from good to bad to great, and wondering what tonight had in store.

I ate lunch and tried to watch a movie. Then I played a silly game on the computer and checked my Facebook. I even masturbated just to kill time, and after last night, I needed no other material than my own imagination. 3 o’clock passed, then 4, and finally at 5 I picked up my cell phone. I hadn’t realized it, but there was a text on there from Spring from last night. ‘thnx for a wonderful night Pee Buddy (:’ I think my heart skipped a beat when I read that, and when I called her, I bet she could tell I had a big smile on my face.

While we were talking, I asked her what kind of music she liked, and I was happy to learn we had similar tastes. She likes a lot of Rock music from the 70’s and 90’s, and she admitted that likes to put on Electronic Dance Music, like House, when she’s in a good mood, or cleaning and doing chores. I was like, me too!! It was Saturday night and one of our favorite DJs (had that in common too, wow!!) was playing in town. We made plans to meet up at 9pm, have some coffee, and then make our way to the Club.

I showered, got dressed in something snazzy, yet comfortable to dance in, put on my favorite cologne, and hopped in my car about 8:30. I got a booth, ordered a cup of coffee and waited. Once again time was crawling and 9 o’clock came and went. Thoughts of her were still dominating my mind. I replayed the scenario of her soaking herself in our embrace, and the butterflies I had in my stomach as I realized that she was really into me, and that this couldn’t really be happening.

Just about 9:15 a bus stopped in font of the shop, and Spring came bouncing through the door. When I tell you that she looked sexy, that would be an unbelievable understatement. She had on a baby blue shirt that was short enough to show her beautiful waist and a naval ring. Her jeans were fairly loose fitting and looked comfortable, and the straps of her thong panties were pulled up and showing a little on her hips. She had new blue sneakers that matched her shirt, and also a blue headband that she had her long flowing hair pulled through. She had just a subtle hint of make-up on, which was good, because I’m much more into natural beauty anyway. But the very best part was the smile she was wearing as she came over to the booth. I stood up to greet her and we shared a warm embrace that couldn’t have lasted long enough, but was only a couple seconds. If I had met this girl on the street, I know I’d catch myself staring, and thinking to myself how lucky some guy must be. Never in a million years did I think I’d be staring across that table at such beauty, staring back at me with a joyful look in her eyes.

I choked on the conversation of ice-breaking pleasantries of the weather and how our days went. Look at me, I couldn’t even talk to this girl…ugh!! She ordered a coffee and we sipped and talked for about half an hour, and all the while I kept wondering to myself how was I supposed to bring up the subject of pee, or what happened between us last night. If this girl was never into watersports, I’d still want to wife her, but knowing that she was is what made this so amazingly unreal.

I finally said, ‘so, how’d you get to be a person that enjoys watersports?’ And after completing the sentence I felt embarrassed and started to feel my cheeks getting warm. To make it worse, that beautiful smile went away and then she turned her head away. ‘I’d really not like to talk about that right now.’ Oh my god, I thought, what have I done? Then she turned back to face me, grabbed my hand and said, ‘How about we finish these coffees, get to the club and dance!’ I felt a little relived and just said, ‘Right!’

We hopped in my car and drove back the way I had just came, because the club was only a few blocks from my house. ‘No need to pay for parking, if you don’t mind a 10 minute walk,’ I said, ‘I can park at my place which is only a few blocks away from where we are going.’ Apparently she felt comfortable with me already, because she agreed that was a good idea. We parked outside my 2-bedroom apartment, and she commented that my place was nice. Then we began the short walk to the club. Halfway there, I stopped, grabbed her hand, looked at her and smiled. Then I started to skip, and she just joined along with a smile of her own. When we turned the corner and saw the line to get in, we both realized that the DJ playing tonight wasn’t just our favorite, but a lot of other peoples’ too!!

We got a spot in line and figured we were just going to have to wait. It was slightly chilly outside, and neither of us had sweaters, so I put my arm around her and held her up against me. Our bodies seemed so natural together, like we fit hand-in-glove. I felt blissful just standing in line with my arm around her, trying to keep her body warm. Although progress was slow, the line was definitely moving, but I could tell it would be at least a half hour before we made it inside. She looked up at me and whispered in my ear, ‘I didn’t go before I left the house, and that coffee is moving through me fast; I really have to pee,’ smiled at me, and did a cute little pee-pee dance hop. I’m pretty sure she felt the erection she gave me from saying that and being so damn cute about it.

We made it inside, and she headed for the ladies room, while I headed to the bar to order us our first round. We met back up at some couches near the dance floor and sat down. Our DJ wasn’t scheduled to play for another hour, so we sipped at our first drinks and grooved a little with our bodies sitting there, because it was too loud to have a normal conversation. Every once in a while we’d look over at each other and smile, and I could tell the excitement and anticipation was welling up in her, just as it was me. The setting was perfect, the music was amazing, but the company was the best I could imagine.

Finally finishing our first drinks, I went back for another round. ‘Cheers’ we said and began drinking. This time though, the effects were beginning, and they went down much faster. Before the hour had elapsed, we had finished a third and fourth round. I figured maybe we should slow down, because I know my part Irish liver can handle a pounding, but I didn’t know about her. I hoped she wasn’t trying to keep up with me.

Suddenly the music stopped and the club got dark. Then a crescendo of sound erupted and lasers and lights came to life. ‘Are you ready for your favorite DJ?!?’ the Emcee screamed, and I could feel the back of my neck get prickly. We both jumped off the couch and headed for the dance floor as close to the DJ booth as we could get. The beat came pounding and we both started dancing, grooving, popping, and locking. ‘This girl has rhythm,’ I thought. She was totally working it on the dance floor. I got more and more impressed with that girl every minute!!

A little over an hour passed, and neither one of us left the floor, but I was beginning to need a breather, and suggested we get a drink and walk out to the terrace to cool off. She agreed and we found a nice spot and sat down with our drinks. We talked about how much fun we were having, and I could tell she was getting drunk, because her speech was slurring a little. I thought to myself, ok, last round, time for water.

She looked away for a moment, and the smile left her face again. She mumbled to me, ‘you even kinda look like him,’ and then looked back at me. I didn’t quite know what she meant, but then she said, ‘I have to pee, but there’s something I have to tell you first.’ I was actually afraid of what she was going to say next, but I was also very interested. She said, ‘I’ll tell you my story…why I like watersports, but only if you tell me yours first.’

I agreed to that, and told her it was kind of simple. I told her, ‘The first time I asked anyone about what sex is, it was my older cousin and she told me it’s kinda like peeing in a girl.’ I explained how I grew up a ‘mostly’ good, god fearing Catholic who was even an alter boy and attended private school. Being a good kid that feared what would happen if I sinned, I had to find another way to express the side of me that needed to be naughty. I said, ‘I started to incorporate wetting myself in my new found enjoyment of masturbating.’ She nodded in understanding, and I told her there was one other thing. I said, ‘When I was about 15, I dated this beautiful Peruvian girl with long hair that I thought was just gorgeous. Well, we were already broken up at the time, but I had a dream about her. She was frantically trying to get into a door that was locked, and was almost crying. Then all-of-a-sudden, she turned around with tears in her eyes, and started flooding her jeans. Just then I woke up and noticed that I was wet too, but when I checked myself out, what really happened is I had just had my first wet-dream.’ I explained that watersports have always been a sexual thing for me, and that I was so glad to meet someone as beautiful as her that was into them too!! She grabbed my hands, smiled and peck kissed me on the mouth. I smiled back, stared her in they eyes and said, ‘what about you?’

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Pee Buddy Part 3

Her smile went away, and she sighed and took a sip of her drink. She looked at me and said, ‘what I’m about to tell you, I’ve never told anyone…not my bestie, not my mom, no one.’ I braced for the impact of what she was going to tell me. She told me about a time-share cabin by a big lake that she went to with her parents every summer. She always loved going and looked forward to it every year. The first year she was there, she was 7, and there was a boy that was a year older than her that was there with his parents in the next cabin over. They hit it off and became best buddies in no time, spending nearly every minute they could of that week they were there playing games and having fun together. Both sets of parents met and got along well too, and they would let the 2 kids play and laugh all day, checking on them periodically. One day while playing in the lake, the little boy, Peter was his name, giggled and said he was peeing in his bathing suit. Spring giggled too, but got curious what that would feel like, so she concentrated really hard and tried to pee too, but couldn’t…something about it didn’t feel right. Then a short while later, they were back in the lake and she really did have to pee. She thought to herself, ok, maybe this time I can, and concentrated really hard. After about a minute, it finally started coming out, and she giggled and said she was peeing in her bathing suit, and Peter smiled. She enjoyed that she had just done something naughty, and the warmth it caused around her as well. She decided that she would have to do that more often, because it felt so good.

Things went on, and she would come back to the lake each year, and Peter would be there each year as well. They would play and laugh and have fun, and every time they went swimming in the lake, they peed and giggled about it. One year, when they were 11 and 12, they started doing more daring things, like peeing in their swimsuits when they were out of the water. They even pulled off their swimsuits and peed in front of each other. They played hold it games. Once he even peed on her leg, but she didn’t mind, she thought it was just another fun pee game they shared.

The next year, when they were 12 and 13, they played and had fun, but on the last day before they had to go home, something happened. They were in the lake, giggling about having both just peed and sharing the warmth of it, when Peter grabbed Spring and kissed her. Something happened inside of Spring that day, and she began to fall in love with Peter. For Peter, that had already happened. Unfortunately, that 1 kiss would have to hold them over all year, because they both had to leave. That whole year, they sent letters back and forth every week, expressing how much they couldn’t wait until the following year at the lake. They never signed their names on the letters, though, they only wrote, ‘Your Pee Buddy.’ That year she started developing in to the pretty girl that she was now. Her boobs grew, and she started having sexual feelings toward Peter. She made up her mind that she would ask him to take her virginity next summer. She also started to be naughty on her own, and pee her panties under her school skirt in the back yard after school, and then go up to her room and masturbate. She even wet the bed a couple times, but never told her mom that it was always on purpose. She was too embarrassed to tell her friends, but sometimes she would write what she did to Peter in their letters.

Finally the next vacation was here, and she couldn’t wait to see her Pee Buddy, and was nervous as well as excited about what she was going to ask him. When she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. He had had a growth spurt, and apparently started working out, because he was showing a little muscle as well. For the first time ever looking at him, she felt her panties getting wet from wanting him to fuck her. They arranged to have a picnic under the stairs later than night, and she went to her cabin to get ready. She searched her clothes until she found a dress she thought she looked good in, and then began putting on some make up. ‘This could be it,’ she thought, and there were butterflies in her tummy.

Just then, both of her parents walked in her room, asked her to sit on the bed, and they both sat on either side of her. Her mom said, ‘Spring, there’s something we have to tell you, and it’s very sad news.’ Spring’s head began buzzing with all kinds of ideas of what could be wrong. ‘Honey,’ her dad said trembling a little, ‘I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m going to just come out and say it.’ He sniffled away a tear and continued, ‘sweetie, there’s been an accident, and Peter has passed on.’ ‘What are you talking about?!?’ Spring demanded. Then her mom said, ‘they just discovered him in the lake, and they think it’s an accident…’ but she started to cry and couldn’t continue. Then her dad said, ‘I’m sorry, baby, but Peter drowned in the lake this evening, and nobody knows how…’ and then he grabbed Spring, and all 3 of them cried and sobbed for about an hour. Needless to say, they attended the funeral, and then packed up all their stuff and left the lakeside cabin a few days early. They never went back there again.

As Spring was trying to get the last few sentences of her story out, she was crying uncontrollably, and snot was coming out of her nose. I grabbed a napkin, and cleaned her face, and then I held her so tightly and let her cry into my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what had happened to her, and I was crying right with her. We must have looked like fools on the Club’s terrace, but that didn’t matter…in that moment, nothing did but letting her get it out.

About 10 minutes elapsed and she started to get control again, only to find that she was getting very, very dizzy. All the alcohol she drank was too much for her, and the world started spinning. ‘We have to get out of here now, I’m going to be sick,’ she blurted out. I grabbed her by the hand, and we headed for the door. She was having a hard time staying upright, and a couple times on the way back to my place, she stopped, leaned against the wall, and threw up. Each time I would hold her hair, tell her it was ok, and just to let it out. I told her not to worry and that she didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. I brought her into my house and straight to the toilet, where she proceeded to throw up a few more times. When I thought she had got enough out, I went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When I got back to the bathroom, she was completely passed out, her head on the toilet seat, sitting in a puddle of pee that had soaked half way through her jeans.

There was my dilemma of what to do. Spring was in a foreign place that she’d never been to, passed out, and soaked. What could I do? I just had to hope that she would trust me. I picked her up, and carried her to my spare room, which had a bunk bed for when my niece and nephew came for sleep over’s. All the beds in my house had plastic covers, and of course I didn’t mind a little pee. I knew that if she stayed in her wet jeans all night, she would probably develop a nasty rash, so I unzipped her pants and pulled them off. Then I pulled off her shirt and panties, grabbed some wet-wipes and cleaned her as best I could. To the best of my knowledge that was the only time I saw her beautiful 80% shaved little pussy, and didn’t have an erection. After I cleaned her, I slid a shirt and pair of boxers of mine on her, and laid her in a comfortable position on the bed and tucked her in. I also placed a bucket nearby in case she got the urge to throw up again when she woke up. Lastly, I threw her wet clothes in the washer, and placed a note beside her – ‘Everything is fine, you have nothing to worry about. You just drank too much, threw up and peed yourself. I cleaned you up and put some dry clothes on you. Your clothes are in the dryer, and I’m sleeping on the bunk above you. Sleep tight, and I’ll help you with your hangover in the morning, Your Pee Buddy.’

I stayed up long enough to get her clothes out of the wash and into the dryer, and to clean up the mess in the bathroom. Then I fell asleep on the top bunk. I woke up 2 hours later because I heard Spring moaning below me. I could tell that she was nursing a terrible headache. I got down from the bed and she looked at me, gave a fake smile, and said, ‘that wasn’t exactly how I wanted things to go last night, but thank you for the note.’ I told her I’d be right back and rounded up the hangover supplies. I came back in the room with 2 tylenol, a glass of milk, and a 32oz cup of water. I told her that if she can get all this down, then in a couple hours she’s be good to go. She said, ‘but if I drink that much fluid, I’m going to have to keep going to the bathroom, how am I supposed to get some sleep?’ I told her not to worry, that if she’d be open minded, I had an idea. I went to the closet and pulled out an adult diaper for her. She said, ‘I haven’t worn a diaper since I was a baby…’ I told her that every so often, I get the urge to wear one and wet it a few times throughout the day. Then she said, ‘ok, but only if you wear one too,’ and smiled. Once again my heart skipped a beat. Could this girl be any more awesome?!?

I grabbed some baby powder, and pulled down her boxers. She said, ‘well, I guess you’ve seen all of me already, too bad I missed it.’ I told her I haven’t seen all over her, because I never took her bra off; then I giggled, and she giggled. I powdered her, and fastened the diaper around her, and she said, ‘man, I could get used to this, it’s like getting pampered,’ and winked at me. I told her, ‘it’s not an all the time thing with me, because I’m more into clothes wetting, but we can do this again sometimes if you like.’ When I was all done with her, I took off my pajama pants, and turned a little red, realizing this is the first time she’d see me naked. She just watched as I powdered myself and wrapped a diaper around me. Then she asked me to come cuddle her, and we laid on the bed in the most comfortable spoon I’d ever been in and both fell asleep.

She woke up a couple hours later without a headache, but needed to pee badly. All that milk and water had gone through her quickly, and was pressing against her pee hole ready to be released. Then she realized that not only was she wrapped up by a man holding her, she was also wearing a diaper for the first time since she was a baby. The thought of peeing in the diaper with this man that actually diapered her sleep behind her made her smile, and she closed her eyes and concentrated. It took a little effort, but slowly a trickled came out into the diaper. Just like the first time in the lake, it felt warm and naughty and good all at the same time. She had a lot more in her, so she started to dribble again. She couldn’t believe she was sharing a bed with this man, and peeing herself. She became very aroused, but knew this wasn’t the time to do anything about that. The more she concentrated, the more her dribble turned into a light stream, and then it turned into a stronger stream. She was enjoying every moment of feeling that spreading warmth around her pussy and butt. She could actually hear it now she was peeing so hard, and was amazed at how much the diaper could hold. As the stream started to wane, she felt a little dribble out on the back of her leg, but remembered that I told her that there were protective sheets on the bed. When it finally stopped, and she had a warm damp pad between her legs, she felt heavenly. She allowed herself stay spooning, because she was so comfortable, and drifted back to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I needed to pee badly, but I was so comfortable spooning with Spring that I didn’t want to move. I remembered that I was wearing a diaper, but didn’t dare use it while spooning with her. Then I noticed that the bed was a little damp, and that Spring’s diaper was full of pee. I was in heaven. I could feel her rousing as well, and she dislodged from me and turned to face me. ‘Morning Sunshine,’ she said. She got up and walked a little to the bathroom, where she rinsed her mouth out with Listerine, and then returned to bed. She looked at my diaper, and realizing I was still dry asked me with a pouty face, ‘hey, why am I the only one with a wet diaper in this bed?’ I told her that I actually had to pee very badly, so she sat her diapered wet bottom on top of my thighs, placed her hand on the front of my diapers and said, ‘then pee!!’ Even in this awkward position and with an erection, it wasn’t hard for me start flooding my diaper with warm pee. It felt so good to get that morning pee out, especially with this beautiful girl giggling because she could feel it with her hands through my diaper. I peed for a few more seconds before the stream subsided, and she looked at me and said, ‘is that all you’ve got?’ “For now,’ I said, and she smiled and put her hands around my head. Then she looked deep into my eyes, and brought her face close to mine.

When I tell you that then she kissed me, realize there were a couple minutes of tongue and lips teasing before it began. Then when she began the kiss, it was like a tense melody laced with beautiful harmony. Her and I were made for each other, and the kiss proved it. The right amount of wet, the right amount of tongue, the right amount of lips, the right amount of hands, the right amount of groove, right there in the bottom bunk in our wet diapers. Now this moment went on forever, but was probably a couple of hours. Finally she ended the kiss, put her lips close to my ear and whispered, ‘I’m peeing.’ Just then I felt warm pee dripping on to me, leaking out of her already full diaper. It was trying to hold more, but almost half of what she was letting go was leaking onto me. When she bit my earlobe as she was releasing her warm pee, I actually came for the first time without being touched. It didn’t matter though, because I was already ready for more.

When she finished emptying herself, she looked into my eyes and said innocently, ‘I need a change.’ ‘Okay,’ I said and pulled her close and started making out with her again. I brought my hand around her back to where her bra strap connected, and I was about to unclasp it. That’s when she suddenly stopped, pulled away and looked at me with serious eyes. No, I’m a lady and we’re not going to go there now,’ she stated, ‘Besides we have to save something for the next date.’ Then she smiled and said, ‘As a lady, I don’t fuck on the 2nd date…it’s a matter of principle.’ ‘But,’ she said, ‘I promise we will soon…and for the wets of our lives.’ We shared a smile.