My Wet Valentines - One Shot (Patreon)

This night turned out…weird. Right at the start, I could see the excitement on Calum’s face, along with the nerves. Calum was sweet, and even though we had only been together for two months, I was comfortable around him. Today was Valentine’s Day, and he had put in so much effort to make it as romantic as possible. He mentioned how excited he was for weeks, and I was just so happy to have someone who cared about me enough to do something like this for me. Of course, I did my best to look good, wearing a tight little low-cut pink dress with some white stockings.

Before Calum, I had pretty poor luck with guys. It wasn’t that I wasn’t sought after, quite the opposite in fact, but I just managed to attract the wrong attention. I always get awkward when talking about my appearance, but when you get enough guys coming up to you and telling you that “you’re so fucking hot,” and asking shit like, “can you suffocate me between your thighs,” you can’t help but to at least some degree acknowledge that you’re hot by today’s male standards.

I’m 5’5, 125lbs, curvy, and I am currently in a bit of an “e-girl” phase with my blonde hair dyed pink. I guess that’s enough to attract the frat boys nowadays, but they just all end up being too macho for my liking. Calum ended up as my lab partner at university, and instantly I started to like him. He is quiet and kind but surprisingly funny when he comes out of his shell a bit. I could tell I made him nervous and that there was no chance he would ask me out, so one class, I asked him if he wanted to go for a coffee to work through our lab project and continued to take charge from there.

You wouldn’t believe his face when I asked him if he wanted to go out on a “date-date” with me. It was so cute; I can’t. Every time I think back to it I get all fluttery. It turns out we have a lot in common. We’re both gamers and have started to play Apex Legends together, and we have a shared love for Anime and 80s music. I learn something new about him every day too, like how he plays like 20 musical instruments and sings. He’s been too shy to sing to me yet, though, but we’ll get there...hopefully.

The downhill trajectory of the night started from our first spot. We were having a drink at one of the first restaurants we ever went to together. I was really thirsty, so I guzzled back a glass of water, then sipped through three peach bellinis (my fav). We chatted, and everything was going so pleasantly. We had food, he paid even though I offered to, and before we left, I figured I should have another glass of water to balance the alcohol I just put into my system. I am, naturally, a lightweight.

As we left the restaurant, I started walking to his car, but he pulled me in another direction.

“We’re going for a little walk,” he said with a smug little grin on his face. I smiled back, took his hand and walked alongside him.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise!” He replied. I pouted dramatically, resulting in a chuckle from Calum. “You can pout all you want; I told you this night would have surprises.”

“Finnnnnee,” I groaned and teased.

As we continued on our walk, I started to feel a twinge of discomfort from my bladder. The twinge turned into a nagging pain of desperation as my tiny bladder reached its capacity. As I thought back to how much I had drunk, I rolled my eyes. ‘Such an idiot,’ I thought and pushed my legs together a little tighter as I walked. Calum’s lead took us onto a path leading into a forest trail. I made a concerned look back to the main street and all the available bathrooms before looking up to Calum.

“How much longer?” I asked.

“So impatient!” He teased.

“No! Just…eager!” I responded, blushing. I didn’t want to admit how desperate I was getting.

“You’re so sweet,” he replied, making me blush further. I loved being called sweet and little things; they made me feel small and loved. What made me feel smaller though, was the realization that I could have an accident at any moment. The street got further and further behind us, and I became more and more desperate. Finally, I could make out some light on the other side of the path.

As we turned the corner into the light, my jaw dropped. Calum looked at me, anticipating my reaction. In the middle of this forest, he had a beautiful outdoor patio set up. There was this white tent with beautiful lights and furniture. Beside the furniture was a picnic basket, and when I walked over to look inside, he had packed all my favourite snacks and a bottle of champagne.

I was close to tears. As I walked through the area, I turned to Calum.

“How did you do this?” I asked.

“I had some help. They just…ran off before we got here!”

“This is so sweet, I-” Before I could fully express how meaningful the whole thing was to me, I felt a sudden drop in my bladder. I froze, not sure what the feeling meant.

“It’s okay baby, you’re worth it,” Calum responded. “Champagne?”

Calum gripped the bottle with his hands, and just as the cork released and POPPED!...

“Oh god…” I whispered.

“Everything okay?” Calum asked.

My face lost all colour as I realized what was happening. I wasn’t like some people. I couldn’t feel a leak and stop it. If I was peeing myself, I was peeing myself. There was no other way out of it. And sure enough, as I stood there under the beautiful valentines day setup from Calum, my bladder released.

Hot piss exploded out from between my thighs and yellowed the white stockings I had on. I dove my hands between my legs, somehow thinking that would do anything; all it did was leave wetness on the edge of my dress.

Calum watched in horror as yellow liquid poured all over his beautiful setup. I felt like I was peeing forever. Finally, when my panties were completely soaked, my shoes were filled, and my socks were no longer white, I began to cry.

Calum instantly ran over to me and began to comfort me.

“It’s okay; accidents happen!” He said.

“Not to people my age!” I sobbed.

“To people of all ages!”

“I’ve ruined everything,” I said through sniffles.

“You haven’t ruined anything baby,” Calum continued to comfort.

“Yes, I have!”

“Okay, you’re right. You have ruined something. You’re socks and your panties. But take those off, and you’re–”

“You want me to take off my panties?” I said, cutting Calum off. He was instantly flustered.

“I just meant…you could…I, uh, well….”

“I’m teasing,” I said, finally chuckling.

“But you’re right; I should take them off….” I said, staring right into Calum’s wide eyes. Still standing in my puddle, I reached down and kicked off my shoes. Then, one by one, while maintaining eye contact with Calum, I peeled my wet socks off my legs. Finally, I pulled up my skirt just a bit, flashing him my soaked pink panties, and pulled them down my legs. I watched as a tent rose in his pants.

“You like that?” I asked, as sexy as I could while standing in a puddle of my own pee.

“Ye…yeah…” Calum replied nervously.

I approached him, got right up against him, grabbed his hand and put it on my ass under my dress.

“Maybe I should piss myself more often then…”

“Maybe…”

We fucked there and then in the middle of the forest. It was our first time. So yeah, tonight was weird, and I think I may have given Calum (and possibly myself) a pee kink, but in the end, it was still the best Valentine’s Day I had ever had.