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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Part Fourteen
Copyright 1977
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction.
The steady unblinking light on the answer machine the
following morning trashed any guilt I might have been feeling for
not waiting for Kristen to call. However, it bothered me that I
didn't know what was making her act so weird lately. At any rate,
dwelling on it wasn't going to do any good, so I did my best to
put it out of my mind, for now.
I didn't see Kristen for the rest of the fall vacation. When
I did see her the following Monday at school she would barely
speak to me. It was at this point I thought it best to end
whatever relationship we had. Perhaps it was that I had always
been sort of a loner, but I just didn't have the tolerance for
whatever kind of mind games she was into. I also believe this
experience helped me to understand how people could get into one
of those love/hate relationships if they didn't see it coming and
put a stop to it. Besides, as much as I had enjoyed making love
with Kristen, I felt like it may be time for a little male
companionship for a change.
The majority of the boys in my senior class comprised two
distinct types. There were the agricultural type who would be
perfectly comfortable going someplace in a tuxedo as long as they
could wear their manure covered boots. Then there were the
scientific type. Most of these guys were about as exciting as a
case of chicken pox, unless of course you were also the
scientific type, then I guess they could be a ton of fun. I
didn't fit into either of these categories. Actually, at that
time I wasn't sure there was a category for someone like me.
You may think me unreasonably picky when I tell you that out
of my entire class there were only three boys who I would
consider having sex with. However, before you pass judgment, look
at the facts. Fact one, between the shit kickers and the computer
nerds there was little to choose from. Fact two, just because I
was raised in farm country doesn't mean I have an automatic
calling to live my life as a farm wife with ten gazillion
screaming kids underfoot. Fact three, although I will probably
never make the cover of Vogue, I'm for certain not bad to look at
and with the exception of my smallish tits, I've got a body to
die for. Fact four, I really don't mind being alone. Fact five,
well, there is always Kristen.
Unfortunately, of the three I mentioned, only one had ever
shown any genuine interest in me. And, as you might suspect, he
would probably have been my third choice, had all three been
available to me. His name was Paul Carter. Paul was, I guess,
sort of a cross between a computer nerd and a James Dean type. He
was the kind of guy who blended in with whatever was going on at
the time. Actually, I think what I'm trying to say is, he looked
just as comfortable in a three piece suit as he did in greasy
jeans and an old t-shirt while riding his old pan head Harley. I
might also mention that he was the only one who didn't have a
steady girl friend at the time, and, he was the only one of the
three who had actually asked me out more than once. Of course,
the fact that both Jason and Carl had been going steady with
their own girls at the time they asked me out may have had
something to do with it.
Paul seemed a little surprised when I approached him with my
offer to take him up on the date that I had previously turned him
down on. Actually, I half expected to get the same treatment I
had given him, but such was not the case. In fact, once he got
over his apparent disbelief, he seem genuinely pleased with the
idea. He told me that he was going to be tied up all week, but he
invited me to go with him to a biker bash he was going to on the
weekend. Sounded good to me. He did say however, it hinged on the
weather. He said we could always put on enough clothes to stay
warm on the ride but even he wasn't crazy enough to ride his
Harley in a snow storm. I spent the rest of the week hoping it
wouldn't snow.
My luck held up all week. In fact, a warm front was forecast
for the weekend with temperatures up to fifty degrees for
Saturday and Sunday. I told my dad about my plans on Friday night
and was a bit surprised when he insisted that Paul pick me up at
our house because he wanted to talk with him before he would let
me go. Knowing my dad, there would be no big deal. He probably
just wanted to show Paul his gun collection and impress on him
that he would get a closer look at it if anything bad was to
happen to me. I was right. As we started out the driveway on
Saturday morning, Paul commented on how nice the collection was.
Somehow the phrase "warm front" takes on a new meaning when
you are doing sixty on a motorcycle. It was more like if you
wanted to be warm, make sure someone was in front of you.
Fortunately, it was only about an hours ride to the next county
where the biker bash was to take place. It is also amazing how
warm fifty degrees feels when the motorcycle finally stops.
I was totally fascinated with this new experience. I had
never been to anything even close to a biker bash and I also
never expected to see as many weird people as there was here.
Actually, I didn't realize there were this many weird people in
the whole state.
What was even stranger, Paul seemed to know a lot of these
people. Paul introduced me to a bunch of people that morning,
most of which had names like "Spike" or "Dirt Bag" and one I
especially remember called himself "Word Monger" I guess because
he wrote for some motorcycle magazine or something. Weird but
mostly friendly people. There I go again, calling other people
weird, like I'm so normal.
We spent most of the day checking out all the various
displays and what not just wandering around the whole area. Paul
was very attentive, and although all this was new to me, I had a
feeling I could really get into this kind of life-style. Paul and
I were also invited to a private party that evening, shit, I
thought were already at the party. That may have been what I
thought then, but that night would show me what a real party was.
Everything was pretty much over by five o'clock so Paul
suggested we go to where the party was going to be before it got
much colder. I agreed, but told him I needed to call my dad and
let him know we were going to be late. I told my dad I didn't
know what time we would be home and he only said to be careful
and that he would be home if I needed him for anything. You know,
it's an awfully good feeling to have a parent who trusts me the
way my dad did. I do so love that man.
It took us about a half hour to get to the party location. I
was totally shocked at how beautiful a house it was considering
what all the people looked like that were milling about both
inside and out. I asked Paul whose house it was and he said it
belonged to the president of one of the local bike clubs and he
also owned the Harley shop. That figures.
I was glad to see that Paul felt about the same as me when
it came to drinking. Although most people disagree, I can have a
much better time at a party sober than I can drunk. And this was
a party. Things were getting pretty wild by around ten o'clock as
I started to notice a few of the girls who were drunk enough had
shed their clothes and were just walking around nude. I couldn't
imagine how they could do it, but deep down I sort of envied them
for their lack of modesty. Actually, I think what bothered me
most was the way they were showing off their bodies. Hell, my
body was in better shape than any of them. But then I didn't have
the guts to do what they were doing, or did I?
It was along about midnight when a bunch of the guys decided
what the party really needed was a beauty contest. Everyone
seemed to agree as there were about thirty girls so there would
be plenty to choose from. I even started to get excited about it
until I realized it was going to be a nude beauty contest. Even
if I was able to go through with it, how would Paul feel?
I am definitely not used to drinking, and maybe it was just
the three or four beers I had drank, but I wanted to be in the
beauty contest. To my surprise, Paul thought I should too. He
actually said he would be proud of me if I entered. "But Paul," I
said, "how could you be proud of me when I would be naked in
front of all these people. I mean, you've never even seen me
nude." "Listen babe," he replied, "just the fact that you have
the guts to get naked is enough to make me proud. Besides, I've
been wanting to see how you look naked for a long time." Hearing
that made me both embarrassed and excited at the same time. It
may have been the beer, it may have been the party, or maybe it
was just that this was something I needed to do for myself, but I
decided to go for it. Of course the fact that other than Paul, I
knew no one else here, had a lot to do with it too.
After eliminating the girls that either didn't want any part
of it, or were to drunk to comprehend what was going on, there
were twenty two contestants. The rules were simple. The judges
were everyone that cared to judge. All the contestants would be
fully clothed for the first round. Each girl was to stand on the
pool table to be judged. The judges would rate each contestant on
a scale of one to ten. The girls that received an average of five
or higher would get to go on to the next round of elimination.
Like I said the first round was clothed. The next was to be
topless and the third and however many successive rounds it took
to determine a winner, the girls would be totally nude.
One at a time we took our turn on the pool table amidst the
whistles and cat calls to be judged. Actually, I was rather
amazed at the number of whistles I received as I took my turn on
display. I'm not sure if I was, but I felt beet red all over from
the combination of embarrassment and excitement at this public
display of myself. And I still had all my clothes on.
Six girls were eliminated on the first round. I was not one
of them however my ego was somewhat deflated as I only averaged a
six on the scoring. If it hadn't been for Paul's encouragement, I
think I would have quit right then.
All the contestants then stripped from the waist up. I was
embarrassed almost to tears as I had to absolutely force myself
not to cover my naked breasts as I stood waiting my turn on the
pool table. I studied the other contestants as I waited, noting
that only two had tits as small as mine. One thing in my favor
though, my nipples were much more perfectly shaped and definitely
longer. I was also a bit surprised, and very pleased, that Paul
seemed to ignore everyone else's bare breasts except mine. I
really did hope he liked how I looked. It's funny how sometimes
your feelings make absolutely no sense. As embarrassed as I was
with only my top off, I found myself looking forward to getting
completely naked just so Paul could see all of me.
Finally it was my turn on the pool table. As I walked across
the table, I felt so naked in front of all these people yet I was
also terribly excited at doing it. Also, if the whistles and cat
calls were any indication, I must look okay even with small tits.
Even so, I did my best to accent what I had and even summoned
enough courage to tweak my erect nipples a couple of times before
getting off the pool table. I'm pretty sure it helped my score
because this time around I averaged an eight.
This round eliminated four more girls, leaving twelve for
the third round. By the way, two of the four were the ones with
breasts like mine so I know my nipples made the difference. Also,
I was beginning to lose some of my embarrassment. I think the
fact that Paul couldn't keep his eyes off me had a lot to do with
it because just knowing he liked what he saw was making me hot.
The entire party was glowing with the excitement of seeing
the twelve of us completely nude. Two hours ago if someone had
told me I would be taking my clothes off in front of a crowd of
strangers, I'd have said they were fucking nuts, and here I was
doing just that. I had finally overcame my foolish modesty. It
was actually a feeling of relief as I stood next to Paul, totally
and completely nude for all to look at. "You are gorgeous beyond
anything I imagined." Paul whispered in my ear. If not for this
contest I could have fucked him right there on the floor his
words made me feel so good. That's okay, I could wait.
I continued to check out my competition as I waited my turn.
There were some really good looking girls among the twelve now
showing themselves completely nude. I was however, for certain
the most girl next door type of the group. I wore little make-up
and with my tattoo free body and natural bush I looked nothing
like some of these biker babes. Finally it was my turn to strut
my stuff. I still couldn't believe I was really doing this as I
climbed onto the pool table. One part of me wanted to cover
myself up and run away in shame, yet another, more powerful part
wanted to show myself off to these cheering party people. And
this I did. I let them see every private part of my naked body.
Strangely enough, it made me proud hearing them shout compliments
about my lean young body. There was one more girl to cross the
table after me and they started the scoring.
When the judges finished they announced a tie. Actually, it
was a three way tie. I didn't think there was any way I could
have been one of the winners, so I nearly fell over when I found
that of the three to get a perfect ten, one was me. The other two
were both biker looking gals, hard looking I thought, but very
attractive nonetheless. I began to wonder what they would do to
break the tie.
It became apparent that the two biker babes had had this
problem before as they suggested solving the problem same as last
time. "That's fine by us," replied one of the judges,"but that
method might be a bit rough on the new girl." I hated being
referred to as the "new girl", nevertheless I wondered what they
had in mind. "Your name's Carolyn, right?" one on the judges
asked. "That's right." I replied. "Well, here's the deal," he
explained, "these two bimbo's, I mean ladies, tied the last time
we did one of these contests. Being the piss sluts they are, they
settled the contest by which one had the highest tolerance for
holding their piss after taking a couple of my old lady's water
pills. Now, I realize this may not be to your liking, and you
tied with them fair and square, so, if you got a better idea
we're listening." Paul started to protest this idea but I
motioned for him to forget it. I figured when it came to holding
my piss I had as good a chance to win as did they did, so I
agreed.
"Then that settles it." remarked the judge, "You gals go
empty your bladders so as everyone starts even then each of you
take two of these here pills. They work real fast so it shouldn't
take long to see who wins. By the way, you three get to stay
naked so as we all can enjoy this too." I hadn't considered that
part but what the hell, everyone there had now seen me nude, what
was another hour or so.
Fast was a bit of an understatement because within fifteen
minutes I was ready to piss up a storm. I wondered if the pills
had worked as fast on my competition as I watched the two of them
playing pool with some of the guys. It didn't look like it as
they jumped up and down flapping their boobs around every time
one of them sank a ball. Paul kept asking me how I was doing and
I would tell him fine, but in reality, my bladder was starting to
ache pretty bad. This sure was a weird way to settle a tie in a
beauty contest, but these were sort of weird people so, I guess
that makes it not so weird. Right?
By the time thirty minutes had ticked by I began to think I
actually might lose this deal. I had never had any experience
with water pills but if they worked the same for everybody I
couldn't imagine how those other two gals could still be jumping
around. My bladder ached all the way from my belly button to my
butt hole to the point where I was almost afraid to walk, much
less jump. I sat on the couch and started making out with Paul
trying to get my mind off my aching bladder. Actually, I wished
this would get over with so Paul and I could go somewhere
private. This new experience of showing myself off nude had made
me really fucking horny. I really didn't think I would ever have
the guts to show my nude body to a room full of strangers, but
now that I had, I found I was really turned on knowing they were
looking at every inch of my young body and enjoying what they
saw.
It had been almost an hour when I began seriously
considering giving up. Making out with Paul had helped for
awhile, but when Paul had got a little carried away and started
playing with my pubic hair, I almost pissed all over his hand as
well as the couch. I was just about to concede when everyone
started cheering. I almost couldn't believe what was going on,
but one of the biker babes was standing over by the pool table,
laughing and pissing right on the floor. "One down, one to go."
one of the judges hollered out. How fucking gross, I thought to
myself.
It was now between myself and this other girl named Sharon.
I still wasn't very optimistic about my chances of winning
because unless Sharon gave up in the next few minutes I didn't
believe I'd have any choice. My bladder hurt so fucking bad I was
almost afraid to move. "Come on you two lovely ladies, get back
up on the pool table so we can all watch the end of this match."
suggested one of the judges. I began to see just what these jerks
really wanted. I had thought that one of us would give in and
then head for the bathroom but that wasn't how this game was
played. It was pretty obvious that Sharon and I were supposed to
stand on the pool table until one of us lost control and put on a
piss show for the audience. I also no longer wondered why the
cloth on the pool table was so discolored or why no one seemed to
mind when that other chick pissed all over the floor.
Even with Paul helping me up on the pool table, I could feel
myself starting to drip. My swollen bladder burned like fire with
sharp stinging pains shooting down to my vagina. I thought I must
be out of my mind for going through all this agony for a stupid
bikers beauty contest. I managed to stand it for about another
fifteen minutes before the pain became too much even for me but
when I tried to piss I found that I couldn't. I guess the thought
of not only being naked but also relieving myself in this public
display wouldn't allow me to let it go. I tried desperately to
hide my distress but the more I tried to piss the worse the pain
became.
I knew if I could only get my mind off the fact I was
standing nude on top of a pool table being watched by a couple of
dozen people I'd be able to piss. I tried to think of something
else but with all the people cheering me and Sharon on it was not
easy. By the looks of Sharon, I'd guess she was hurting probably
as bad as I was and the fact that we were both now glistening
from perspiration was exciting everybody even more. Whatever. At
this point all I cared about was stopping this unbelievable pain.
I thought maybe if I masturbated a little I might relax enough to
let it go, but I didn't think I could bring myself to do that in
front of all these people. I mean, the fact I had gone this far
was something right out of Ripley's.
No matter. I was too desperate to worry about it now. I
closed my eyes and started to finger myself slowly. I felt like
crawling into one of the pool table pockets when everyone began
cheering me on. The cheering made it worse. Every time I would
touch myself it would make my bladder spasm with pain but still
no piss would come out. It was then I noticed Sharon was
masturbating also. I began to relax a little seeing this along
with the fact she was really trying to put on a show. She was
leaning back and fingering her exposed clitoris back and forth as
fast as she could when without warning a big stream of hot piss
sprayed from her covering the people who had gathered around her
for a better look. Seeing that was all it took to finally get me
going. I just stood with my eyes closed and my arms at my sides
as my piss splattered on my bare legs while my bladder emptied.
It then occurred to me I had actually won the contest. Purely by
chance too, because if I hadn't locked up when I tried to piss I
would have been the loser. Not bad.
It was pretty clear pool playing was over for the night as
Paul helped me down from the piss soaked pool table. At least
that's what I thought until I noticed two rather drunk couples
racking the balls on the wet cloth. To each their own, I guess.
As for me, I was glad to get my clothes back on, although I did
feel good about what I had done. Having finally been able to
break that psychological modesty barrier was a far greater
triumph than was winning this silly assed beauty contest. And the
fact that all this made Paul more proud of me was icing on the
cake.
end part 14