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 The Bathroom

   OUR HOLD-IT CONTEST

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   Gemma and Jane have been secretly playing hold-it games since their
teens.  They have been mates for a long time, and knew of each other's
habits.  Ever since the day that they were forced to hold their pee during
a PE lesson, the ladies have found discreet places for their wet passion.
They both worked at a health club, and sometimes they have to refrain from
going to the toilet when they talk to the club's members.  In intervals
during the day, they would talk frankly to each other about their
desperation.  Sometimes, they would hold it all day, so when it was time to
go home they were absolutely bursting to go.  When it got really bad, they
would openly hold themselves, even when club members were watching them. 
Their manager repeatedly urged them to use the toilet.

   On this particular day though, they decided to go to the local park. 
They wanted to have a little picnic....mainly with three large bottles of
mineral water (ice cooled, of course) to drink, and just one sandwich each.
"I fancy a good hold-it, don't you?  asked Gemma.  "But with all these
people around?" replied Jane.  It was a warm day, it seemed the whole
community had come to the park to either sunbathe or play.  "Go on, it'll
be great," Gemma said, with a devilish grin.  She always liked the outdoor
hold-it games.  "Jane, how about we play our game now?  See who can hold
the longest, normal rules?" "Okay, then the winner gets a free bottle of
cola!" said Jane.  "You're on," Gemma said.

   The pair had drunk one bottle of mineral water each, and within an hour,
they felt the need to go.  They were slightly fidgety at first of all and
shifting around on their backsides in the grass.  Both of them were wearing
light-coloured dresses, and that meant when they got wet, they see the
material of them darken.  Half an hour later, and the ladies were bursting.
They had their hands jammed in between their legs and were shifting wildly
and squeezing their legs.  Then Gemma got up to grab herself and started to
do the pee dance "Ohhhh, I wanna pee so badly!" she moaned.  Jane was
watching her intently.  Was she going to lose it?  Perhaps not.  Soon, she
got up and did the same thing.  They were groaning silently, and desperate
to pee, but neither of them want to lose the contest.

   A handsome young man had walked by and saw their self-imposed
predicament.  "Are you okay girls?" he asked with a little concern.  "We're
fine," replied Gemma.  "You don't look fine if you need the bathroom," said
the man.  "Look, fuck off, will you!" Gemma shouted back.  "Oh, fuck you
too then!" shouted the man, and he stormed off.

   The ladies were really desperate now and on the verge of going in their
dresses.  They were grabbing themselves, doing pee dances, doing curtsy and
other forms of desperation.  "I'm going to win this contest!" said Gemma.
"No you won't, I will!" replied Jane.

   Suddenly, Jane saw a bee on her shoulder.  "HELP, A BEE!" she shouted.
She swatted the bee away, then stopped and looked down her legs.  She felt
some pee seep into her knickers.  She tried to grab herself again to halt
the flow, but it was too late.  The pee began to saturate her dress, and in
the end she just gave up, and let the pee flow through her dress and
trickling down her thighs.  Gemma watched transfixed at what Jane was
doing. It seemed to last forever.

   "I WON THE BET, I WON THE BET!!" Gemma said.  "If it hadn't been for
that bee, I would've won!" Jane complained.  Gemma was still holding
herself.  "That is twelve in a row, isn't it now?" "I'll get you that
bottle of cola when we get home," groaned Jane.