One Shot - Journal Entry: March 17, 2002 (Patreon)

Oh god, I thought about not writing this into my journal but I made a promise to write in it every day this year and well...it’s not like anyone is going to read this. This is a bit gross and vulgar so if you’re reading this and you’re my future kid or something...just put a sticky note and read it when you’re over 18… 

So. As you can see by the date, it was St. Patrick's Day and Rachael and I were out for drinks. I’ve talked about Rachael enough in this journal already but she’s the one who is always trying to go out and then gets wasted and leaves me at the bar alone to go hook up with some guy. Why did I choose to go out with her tonight? Well if I’m being honest...I was up for it. I wanted to get drunk and go home with a guy. It’s pathetic I know but I wanted the excitement! School can get so dull and I just needed a cathartic release...well, I got a release I'll tell you that... but not the one I want. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

Rachael and I arrived at the bar at around 11:00pm. We had already been pre-drinking and were a bit buzzed but not drunk. She was wearing a green dress and I was wearing a crop top with tight jeans. We didn’t even bring any cash or cards to pay for anything, we had fully committed to getting every drink paid for and to not have to pay for a cab home. Sure enough, within 10 minutes of getting to the place and sitting at the bar, a pair of guys came up to us. 

They were hot, I won't deny it. Fit, good smile and great hair on both. Rachael had given them the eye’s I suspect as she had a knack for doing. They offered to buy us a green beer and we obviously accepted. 

The night kept moving along as planned and me and...oh god I’ve forgotten his name, probably for the best. Well John Doe and I were hitting it off real well. Rachael's boy Francis...why I remember his name I don't know...were getting way more drunk than John and I were and they left early. John and I stayed and danced and drank, and then….yeah I went home with him, but this is where the worst starts to happen. 

We get in the cab and start making out, and I realize I have to pee...BADLY. Like bursting, painful desperation from all the beer. It was really taking my focus from the tongue tangling John was offering. I pulled away and asked him “how far away is it?” He responded with “Just 10 minutes or so, you’re eager aren't you” or something dumb and horny I can’t remember. I just remember thinking ‘I could hold it 10 more minutes, then I’ll use his toilet’.

Well. We got to his place and when I got out of the cab, the movement to get up allowed the quickest little spurt to escape into my panties. I froze while I got a grip on my bladder and he offered his arm to me. He must’ve thought I was struggling to stand which...I was...but that wasn’t the issue. I needed to plant my ass on a potty PRONTO. 

He gets to the door and dummy can't find the right key, drops the keys, picks them up, drops them again, then finally gets the right one and stumbles in the door. In the meanwhile I’m tapping away with my feet, feeling little droplets escape to further saturate my panties. 

As soon as we close the door behind us, he throws himself on me. I respond with some sexy kissing you know since I don’t wanna turn him off...but then I try to pull away and ask him “where is your bathroom?” He doesn't hear me. Instead, John Doe puts his hand down my pants and when he finds my pee soaked panties drunkenly slurs out “wow you’re so wet” and smiles.

Well that at least got rid of the embarrassing “I peed a little” comment if he wondered why my panties were soaked, but I still needed to go and it was getting more and more urgent. I try to ask again but he pulls me into the bedroom and pulls me over top of him. I end up sitting on his cock which is surprisingly hard for how drunk he was, and with him pulling on my ass to get me to grind on him. I do for a bit but then another spurt trickles out. It has definitely gone through my pants now and I bit my lip knowing he would feel the wet warmth of my pee as I peed ON him. I kept grinding to try to hide it, he looked up and smiled. “Wow you’re so so wet, put it inside you baby” he moaned. 

At this point I was not getting away. He had a firm grip on my hips and in my drunkenness...I still wanted to fuck him. I knew that if I left for even a minute he would’ve likely fallen asleep or lost this raging erection and wouldn’t get it back up. I’m ashamed to admit  that...I did what he asked. I threw my pants off and jumped back on top.

I put it in and as soon as it filled me, I knew it was a mistake. His cock was about average but it pushed right on my bladder with every thrust. I started to slowly grind on it to reduce the discomfort and still enjoy it myself, but out of nowhere he pulls me in, hugs me and starts fucking me fast.

I started to lose it. A big spurt of pee shot out and I clenched. He went harder, feeling me contract around him. Then another spurt, and another, until...he stopped. I didn’t get up or look at him, but my heart was racing. 

“Are you...peeing?” he asked me.

“No! No just...squirting! Mmm so good…” I lied, he sat up and felt his clothes that were now wet with my pee. He touched it and smelt it, but he didn’t even need that for confirmation. Another spurt of pee escaped me and he watched as it came out onto his abs. He pushed me off and told me to get out...I asked him if I could use his toilet first and he said no. Great. I put my panties and pants back on and he slammed the door behind me. 

So now I was in the middle of some residential area, no money, nothing but the clothes on my back and my phone. I didn’t have a cab company in the contacts so I bit the bullet, and called my mom. 

It was 3am. She was woken up and very disappointed, but that's not the most humiliating part. As I was on the phone trying to figure out the streets I was on, still standing on John Doe’s front step, my bladder finally gave. I pissed myself with the might of 6 or 7 green beers minus whatever I let out on the dude. It was a river, waterfall after waterfall on his front steps, and in the meantime I’m on the phone with my mom.

I must’ve been quite the sight. When she picked me up I was drunk, crying, and completely soaked from the waist down. Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be going out with Rachael anymore.