Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Emily experiences her first lesbian kiss. But she is so busy at work that she has an accident in her panties and comes to realize that she loves it! The following day Emily spent more time than usual on her appearance. She always tried to look nice, but today she would see Sara again and wanted everything to be perfect. She tried on a handful of different outfits before settling on a plaid knee-length skirt and a white button up blouse. It was the catholic school girl outfit, but it wasn't slutty, it was cute. She combed her hair one last time and then ran happily to her car and headed off to work. The first few hours were tedious. The hands on the clock seemed to move more slowly than usual. By two o'clock Emily was disheartened. She had been expecting Sara at 1:15, the same as the day before, but now had resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to show up. She hadn't yet taken her break, not wanting to miss Sara. In fact she had even held off going to the bathroom so that she would be sure to be there when Sara arrived. The pressure on her bladder and bowels was increasing, but she hadn't noticed she was so anxious. Now she was reanalyzing everything. Maybe she had just wanted it so bad that put more into the relationship than there was. Maybe Sara just thought of her as just another nice salesperson. Or worse, maybe Sara didn't think of her at all. Emily was just about to sulk away to lunch when she saw a tuft of red hair over the top of a rack of clothes on the far side of the store. She waited with baited breath as the hair started moving and almost cried out with joy when she saw Sara emerge from between two racks of swimsuits. She had a couple in her hand and smiled widely as she made her way over to the fitting rooms, her and Emily's eyes never leaving the other until they were standing face to face. It was appropriate, thought Emily, that she was wearing her school girl uniform today, for she felt like a school-girl; giddy and awkward. Sara was wearing short khaki shorts today which showed off her slender legs as well as highlighted her cute butt. She wore a tank-top which had lace around all the edges and was low cut enough that Emily could see the top of her cleavage, and even managed little glimpses of her bra when she moved just the right way. After the initial awkward pause in which they only smiled and stared at each other Emily finally broke the silence, "Want to try those on?" "Yes please" replied Sara. Emily took the two suits from her and led her back to the corner fitting room, noting that the two suits Sara had picked out were both conservative one piece suits. Cute, to be sure, and she couldn't wait to see her in them, but she had hoped she would have picked out something . . . skimpier, sexier . . . she began to plot how she would get Sara into a bikini. She hung the suits up on the hook on the inside of the door and spun around to face Sara who had followed her back. "There you go!" she said with a smile. "Thank you for coming back," she then blurted out. It sounded awkward and she regretted saying it. "I mean, I had a good time with you the other day and I'm happy to see you again." Her checks reddened. She thought she sounded really lame and hopped Sara didn't think the same. "I had fun too. That's why I didn't come yesterday - I wanted to see you again." Sara managed. Emily laughed with relief and again they stood there, motionless, awkward, not knowing what to say or do. Finally Sara put her hand on Emily's hip which made poor Emily's heart beat even faster, she thought it would pop right out of her chest. But Emily discovered that it was only that she was standing in between Sara and the dressing room. Sara applied a little pressure and nudged past her and into the room, blushing and closing the door behind her. Both girls remained for a second, and kissed the air in the direction of the other, with only the dressing room door separating them. It was while Sara was changing that Emily first became aware of the uncomfortable pressure from her bowels and bladder. She had been holding it all day so that she wouldn't miss Sara and now really had to go. But she of course didn't want to leave while Sara was here, so she resolved to ignore the pressure until Sara had gone. Sara went and picked out a bikini from the rack. It was a dark red and simple with no bells or whistles. It was plain and as close to what one might call elegant when it comes to bikinis. She grabbed the small size and ran back to the fitting rooms so she would be ready when Sara came out. Within a few minutes the door to Sara's dressing room opened a crack and Sara stuck her head out, no doubt to shy to come out in only a bathing suit. Emily walked over and Sara opened the door the rest of the way. Emily's draw dropped as she got a look at Sara in the suit. It was an athletic looking suit, black with white swooshes on the sides. It hugged Sara's little body very tightly and left little to the imagination. Emily could even see the suit forming itself around the twin hills of Sara's vulva. A fire was instantly lit inside of Emily's loins and she unconsciously licked her lips. For her part, Sara looked nervous as Emily's eyes devoured her. After a few turns she asked, "Well, what do you think?" "It fits you really well. It's very cute." Emily tried to play it cool but Sara had already noticed her lingering glances, the way Emily's eyes roved over her body. "What's that?" Sara inquired, gesturing toward the bikini that was still in Emily's hand. "Oh," said Emily, "I brought this for you to try on, I thought the color would look good with your complexion." "I don't think I have the body for something that small . . ." Sara began to reply. "I think you do," volunteered Emily. "I'd really like to see you in it." She blushed. "I mean I think you would look really good in it." Sara reached out and took it from her with a smile. "Okay," she said, "I'll try it on. For you." Sara closed the door and Emily looked around, thankful that the store wasn't busy. She rubbed her abdomen gently trying to relieve the pressure that was building up. Soon enough Sara opened the door. It was everything Emily had hoped for. The suit spread itself tightly around her hips, pressing tightly against her pussy and butt. The top part was also tight even though her breasts were small. Emily could clearly see the bumps of her nipples through the thin, tight fabric. "Well?" asked Sara. "You look," Emily struggled to come up with the right word, but her mind was a mess, "hot!" "Thanks! It's a good thing I waxed recently . . ." Sara said, inviting Emily to once again stare at the area between her creamy white thighs. Just then a phone rang. It was coming from Sara's purse on the floor of the changing room. With a grin, Sara turned around and bent over at the waist to silence the phone, hoping Emily would enjoy the view. She hoped that she hadn't read any of the signals wrong - but she hadn't done anything obscene, so she wasn't hurting anything surely. She turned off her phone and straightened herself up, She turned around to catch Emily still staring open mouthed at her ass. "Well I guess I'll get this one" she said with a giggle and close the door. Emily was beyond wet at this point. If she had been wearing cotton panties instead of satin she was sure that her arousal would be running down the inside of her thighs by now. She was going to duck into the employee's room to check when she heard Sara's little voice call out for her. "Emily, will you come help me?" Sara's voice called meekly from the other side of the dressing room door. Emily approached the door and asked with a shaky voice, "what do you need?" "Come in, it's unlocked." Emily glanced around the store and saw that it was mostly empty, with no one wanting to use the fitting rooms at that moment. With a curious mix of haste and trepidation she pulled open the dressing room door and stepped inside, the door closing behind her. The rest was a blur. In an instant she felt Sara's lips upon her own. Sara's hands wrapped around the back of Emily's head and held her firmly as their lips locked together. In her bare feet, Sara stood up on her tiptoes in order to kiss Emily, and she leaned into her pleasingly. As their tongues began to mingle Emily's hands roamed over every inch of Sara's back and sides, most of which remained bare as she was still wearing the bikini. Her skin was soft as silk and her mouth was sweet as honey. After a time their lips came apart and they stared into each other's eyes, neither having the words to express the happiness they felt in their hearts. It was the first real kiss for both of them and it made them tingle from top to bottom. "Hi." whispered Sara with a mischievous look on her face. "Hi." whispered Emily, utterly enchanted. And so they stayed, holding each other, basking in the other's eyes for quite some time until Sara finally broke the silence. "I should put some clothes on." She said as she began to pull away. Emily tightened her grip and held her firm. "Don't do that. Don't ever do that." Their tongues came together again, rolling around together playfully in the cave of their mouths. Again their lips peeled apart. "I'm going to have to eventually," said Sara, "I can't very well stay like this forever." Emily let her slip from her embrace. "I'd like some privacy while I change, if you don't mind." Emily blushed and blurted out an apology. She turned to exit the dressing room, still in shock from what had just happened. As she walked through the door she felt a hard smack on her ass and turned just in time to see Sara giggling sheepishly as the door closed between them. Emily was on cloud nine. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Everything she had hopped for, everything she wanted has just happened. And the best part was that it wasn't over. This was just the beginning. A year ago she had had no inclination that she might be a lesbian and now she had no doubt in her mind that she was madly in love with a girl two years her junior. Emily had to concentrate on her breathing in order to calm down. She quickly scanned the store to see if anyone had noticed her disappearance into a fitting room or her near hysterical state now. Fortunately, no one was near by. Emily's cheeks were blushing to the point of pain and her heart was racing. Emily's excitement consumed her and nothing else could enter her mind. Not even the pressure that had been building up inside her, pressing on her lower organs almost to the point of rupture. "Sara? Sara?!" Emily's head spun around as a woman neared the dressing rooms calling the name of her love. She was tall and slender with breasts that looked almost too big for her frame. Her red hair was cut short and she wore a sheer white blouse underneath a gray wool coat with a matching skirt. She looked professional and sexy at the same time. Even though she was older, she was fit and healthy. She was definitely someone Emily would have put in the corner dressing room were it not already occupied. "Can I help you with something miss?" "I'm looking for my daughter, Sara." The woman said with a smile. She seemed genuinely nice, which Emily found a comfort after realizing that she was talking to the mother of the girl that she had just been making out with. Just as Emily was about to speak, Sara came out of the dressing room. "Here I am mother." She said with a slight tinge of annoyance. "Did you find something you liked dear?" "Yes." replied Sara, handing her mother the dark red bikini that Emily had picked out. "Are you sure? It's kind of small . . ." Sara's mother began to say "It looked wonderful on her," offered Emily, unprompted. "It provides enough coverage, when it's on." Sara smirked at Emily. "Well okay. Thanks for your help." Sara's mother marched over to the register with the bikini and held out her hand for Sara to join her. Sara's eyes searched Emily's and as she went over to her mother she slipped a note into Emily's hand. Emily ducked into the employee room and unfolded the piece of paper in her hand. Written on it in cute swirling handwriting was a phone number surrounded by hearts. Emily headed back out onto the floor in search of Sara but she and her mother were already gone. Emily's sigh of disappointment coincided with a growl from her intestines. She realized that if she didn't get to the bathroom soon she was going to have an accident. The bathrooms nearest her work were the main bathrooms for the mall and were always crowded, especially at this time in the afternoon. Her best bet would be to run to the far end of the mall where there were a smaller set of bathrooms, tucked away where not a lot of people knew about them. In these she almost always had the bathroom to herself. She began her journey at a quick walk. She made it about thirty feet from her store when she felt the first bit of wetness trickle down the inside of her thigh. She was pretty wet after her encounter with Sara, but this was different. She clenched her muscles and started to walk a bit faster. Another thirty feet and another trickle of urine escaped her bladder and made it out of her panties, running down her leg. Again she clenched to stem the flow. She knew she couldn't hold it long and so she broke into a jog. Every time a foot came down on the tiled floor of the mall a little more urine would escape her. She could feel dampness in her socks now and picked up the pace even more. Anyone who was looking close enough would probably have noticed the trail of droplets she left in her wake. The more she ran them more escaped her and soon she pee was running down both of her legs in torrents, soaking into her socks and making a squishing sound with each step in her shoes. Finally she arrived at the bathrooms. She ran inside, leaving a small puddle just outside the door where she had to pause to open it. Emily's mind was racing with a mix of emotions and thoughts. She was embarrassed that she had just run across the entire mall while wetting herself. She was also incredibly turned on after her experience with Sara. She also found that running with her pussy sliding around in her panties wet had felt rather good. She entered a stall and hiked up her skirt and threw herself onto the toilet where she let go of her bladder. She also slid her right hand under her panties and rubbed furiously at her pussy, sliding two fingers into it and rubbing her clit with her thumb. As the last of her pee soaked through her panties and fell into the toilet bowl she came to the magnificent orgasm, her whole body wretched with pleasure and she shivered slightly and her cum filled her now soaking panties. She slid her fingers out of her pussy and popped them into her mouth. It was while she was joyfully sucking her own love juices off of her fingers that the cramp coming from her bowels finally eased and poo flowed from her anus into her panties. At first it was firm and solid, forcing her panties away from her but as much as the fabric would stretch. And then it was soft, wrapping around and filling every available inch of space between her sweet butt cheeks and the soaking silk panties. Soon there was no room in the back and a mass of soft poo started easing itself forward along the gusset of her panties. Shitting her panties was not something Emily had ever considered doing, and now it was not something she could stop. The floodgates had been opened and her sphincter was powerless to stop what was happening. The poo kept coming, surging forward until it was at her pussy. It pushed its was past, spreading the lips of her young pussy. It passed her still hard clitoris and Emily tingled with pleasure as it kept filling her panties. She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting it happen. When she opened her eyes again it was only after one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She remained motionless, glowing as her vagina pulsed with spasms, forcing more of her cum into her panties. She pulled her hand out of her panties and that is when she noticed the sticky sensation between her fingers. As she brought her fingers up to her mouth to lick them clean, her nose cough a whiff of them and she wretched, having to force herself not to vomit. With horror she realized that she had just shit her panties. That part at least, she told herself, was unintentional. But she enjoyed it! She had stuck her hand down into it and rubbed shit into her clit until she had gotten off! She was simultaneously both repulsed and turned on. She sat back up from her slightly reclined position, which had the effect of squishing more poo from the back of her panties along the gusset and over her pussy. Again she shuttered with delight. Unconsciously her hand moved back down to her clit. Despite her disgust it simply felt too good. She ground her hips into the edge of the toilet seat, rubbing the poo hard against her ass and pussy. Her fingers worked furiously, rubbing her clit and sliding in and out of her vagina, inadvertently pushing her poo deep inside her. Poo was rubbing against her cervix, mixing with her cum to fill her pussy with a sticky brown mess. She came again and and kept masturbating, keeping the bliss going until she came yet again. Finally her hand dropped from her pussy. She was exhausted and her brow was wet with sweat. The smell in the bathroom was overwhelming. Slowly she stood up, enjoying the dirtiness of the feeling of having her panties full of poo. Holding her skirt up against her sides by pining it under he elbows, she pushed her panties down so they slid down her legs and splatted on the floor. Chunks of poo, no longer confined by her panties, fell from her ass and pussy and landed with splats on the toilet seat and floor. It took quite a while to get cleaned up. She even found it necessary to masturbate one more time mid way through. She took her socks off and rung them out as best she could. She had emptied her panties and tried to clean them up but they were a disaster so she put them in the trash can, hiding them beneath some papertowl. The few wet spots on her skirt where her urine had been absorbed by this time had dried out and weren't visible in the plaid pattern. Without panties though she spent the rest of the day with her juices running down the inside of her thighs. She enjoyed the feeling immensely, but every now and then had to duck into the employee room and wipe her thighs off with a tissue so that she wouldn't leak all over the dressing room fl When she got home that night she picked up the phone and called Sara. After a couple of rings she heard Sara's sweet voice, "Hello?"