This story is fictional like the rest. But it is
not the continuation of "An Island Cruise", which will
be done soon.
The car pulled down the driveway and went out onto the street. I
smiled and called Ashley. "What do you want, Josh?", I
heard. "Come to my house, my roommate is gone.", I said
back to her. Without waiting for a response, I hung up. 15
minutes later, I saw Ashley walking up my street. She was wearing
white sneakers, jeans, and a white long sleeve button-up shirt. I
was wearing my ES skate shoes, B One Soul pants and my Shorty's
"This Shit's Got Pop" shirt. I walked out to her.
"Let's walk, my car's broken," I said to her. My car
was actually working fine and she knew it, but she agreed. We
reached the pub an hour later. We drank for 1 hour and finally
she wanted to leave due to the extremely long line for the
ladies' room. I said I wanted a few more drinks, so she said I
could have 2 more. I drank the first one fast to get her hopes
up, and did the same with the first half of my next beer. Then I
just stared at it. She literally dragged me out of the pub when I
finished it and began walking at a hurried pace. I calmed her
down by saying "Relax" and kissing her. She slowed down
for a few minutes but then began walking quickly again.
"Calm down, baby," was I all could think to say and
looking at her emotionally. She looked very frustrated.
"Look, Josh, I really have to pee, and you telling me to
calm down doesn't help!", she almost shouted at me. 30
minutes later, Ashley was grabbing her crotch and mumbling
"Gotta pee" under her breath. We were out on a country
road leading to the small town that I live in. After going
through my town, it's about a 15 minute walk to San Francisco,
which is where Ashley lives. All the sudden I took a detour down
a gravel road, and there was a sign Ashley probably didn't notice
that said "1 mi. to Redwood Forest" on it. I knew this
way, I sometimes took ot to Ashley's house, but there was a trail
that lead straigh to the Golden Gate bridge. We got to that trail
soon. "Where the hell are we going?", Ashley asked me
desperately. "S.F.", was all I said. She looked at me
funny, so I said, "This is a shortcut to your house."
She still didn't look convinced but soon we saw the bright lights
of 'Frisco. She settled down and was walking with her legs
tightly together. She was looking very desperate. "I
can't hold it any more!", she cried as I saw a wet spot grow
on the front of her jeans. She peed for what seemed like forever,
but was probably only about 4 minutes (her usual time after
desperation). When she was done, her jeans were totally
soaked, the bottom half of her shirt was wet, her white sneakers
had turned yellow, and the dirt trail below her had turned to
mud. "Bad girl, I'll have to punish you now," I said to
her as I started peeling off her wet clothes. We fucked each
other for an hour at that very spot. We finally got to her house,
and she needed to pee bad again, which will make another story.
<-To be continued->