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Short Story - The School Reunion..
The school reunion
Turning up had been a last minute thing, which also meant he had arrived last minute. He had been in town purely by accident when he saw the invitation on his socials between flights. Everybody attending was already in the private school hall that served as a multifunction space for chapel, morning assembly and lectures. The only seating left was the benches right at the back which were intended only for use by the junior grades, packed 3 to a bench between arm rests, with a narrower seat top to fit smaller bums between the wall and the second last row. It was an old school designed originally with the idea that younger children should be seen and not heard, and preferably not seen at all, so the backrests of the next row down was actually deliberately higher too. Certainly this concealed the youngsters from view at the stage, but far from it being an invitation to misbehave, there would always be a staff member at the end of each row holding a cane back in the old days. The end of each row had one full sized space presumably for a teacher to use to watch the youngsters.
He shrugged, and slipped into the back row, where a handful of others were sitting uncomfortably most taking up one and half if not two spaces worth of bum real estate each on the junior sized benches. He found a seat with one side already taken by a relatively thin person, they only took up about one and a third. He sat, taking up about one and a half spans of the smaller seating leaving a gap of maybe a foot between them. There was not a lot of leg room either.
The speakers down the front were already well into their presentation when another late arrival turned up, a short mousy not quite blonde not quite brunette girl with a short stature somewhere between 4 and 5 foot in height. She looked vaguely familiar, had probably been in a different class when he attended highschool. One of those passed them in the hall types he never really spoke to. They were doing much the same thing he had, and coming to much the same conclusion about the lack of seating, had already spotted the one remaining space in the back row - the one foot gap next to him. They were already sidling over and attempting to fit their clearly too wide hips into the clearly too narrow space next to him. Not that she had a fat ass by any interpretation, as she slid past him to reach the space, her tight miniskirt made a point of showing that girls ass shape off quite effectively, and it looked just about perfect. Not to small nor wide. Although still slightly too wide to fit a one foot gap.
Still, somehow she eventually managed it.. mostly by sitting on an angle one cheek on the seat, the other half leaning on his left leg slightly. Awkward, but she didn't seem to weigh much, and since he had reacted somewhat less irritated about it than the person sitting to the immediately left of her.. she had scooted over still more to allow a one inch gap between her and them. By "Less irritated" he meant ignoring her entirely beyond a non-comittal shrug when she looked askance at him and looked at his leg as she half bent over to sit, the person on her left had dropped a death stare by comparasin, while he had simply shrugged, unconcerned about her to sitting so close. Thus she opted to remain sitting there, close as it was, but not until she shot a covert glance at the unadorned fingers of his left hand.. the lack of a ring there apparently something they both had in common.
Also, although she had not shared the fact, and he was quite oblivious to it, she was feeling quite smug too.. pass in the hall type or not, for her, he had actually been one of those unattainable unrequited crushes in her high school days. Back then thanks to her small stature she would often be mistaken for a junior by her peers, particularly those not in the same class. Which made him quite unapproachable in those days. Today however she was basically sitting on him, and between her chest size and hips, nobody would be mistaking her for a junior now.
This led to a number of compliations however, as she was so short, she couldn't really see over the back of the row in front of us, and since she seemed quite interested in the parade of former classmates on the stage below, she eventually worked herself into the position between standing up and sitting down again to get a view below; where she was sitting, purely by accident almost entirely on his left knee now. This gave her just enough height to see over the bench in front without needing to stand anymore.
Equally this discretely allowed him a closer look at her too. Although she was quite small, and could probably even be mistaken for a middle school girl from the wrong angle, the suggestions of laugh lines and future wrinkles on her face, plus that generous chest size made it obvious she not much different in age to himself. The only real mystery was if she had been in the same or a different year level back in their highschool days.
The complications however kept adding up. She had begun absently squirming a little on his knee as she watched the stage below, perhaps excited, impatient, something else, or simply hyperactive. Which would have been fine, except she had opted to wear a miniskirt, and in her current position, a leg each side of his knee, it had ridden up at the back enough, she was not sitting on her skirt anymore, he could feel her ass.. and something even softer and warmer in the middle pressing into the muscles of his leg.. which he could feel rolling around yielding and pressing softly into him. It was quite obviously a gstring under there, with her squirming about like that the back of the skirt had flashed enough skin to make that clear. Basically at this point she was grinding her soft crotch into his leg, plus the cheeks of her bare ass (the one on the right at least) was currently rubbing noticeably into his own crotch. The complications didn't end there however.. as you would expect his body reacted without asking in the usual way, and pretty soon the girl noticed something hard in his pants pressed into her ass cheek as she bounced about on his leg. Far from being intimidated by it she had found the look of terror in his eyes, and his bright red cheeks quite endearing, so she started grinding herself, discretely of course, into him on purpose then. The increasing firmness presssing into her just making her all the more smug about the situation.
Of course the compliations were not limited entirely to him, sitting there covertly grinding herself against her high school crush, who was clearly responding to the contact positively was not without consequence for her either.
When the first intermission arrived, the girl, along with most of the seated participants had jumped up and melted in the crowd with an urgency suggesting either her squirming related to her bladder.. or something else entirely.. which as he looked down and saw the slimy damp patch on his trouser leg where she had been sitting seemed the more likely. He too jumped up, making sure to adjust his top to cover the bulge and fled towards the toilets to hide in a stall and wait for it to go down. This didn't go to plan either - unsurprisingly they were full to the point of a queue down the hall. He backpedalled to the empty library, and slipped behind the counter into a room used for storing books to be returned to the shelf or repaired, hosting a door to what was likely originally intended as a janitors utility room containing cleaning products, a mop, and a toilet. Given servants fell into the out of sight out of mind category when the school was originally founded, the idea that a janitor was not allowed to use the normal upper class teachers bathroomn was not unusual either. These days it was mostly used to store unopened stationary boxes. The toilet however, remained functional, albeit lacking in paper, and basically never used since most people were unaware it even existed.
He knew about it as had worked as a library monitor on several occasions back when he had attended the school. The door didn't close fully as the door had a box against it, but since it was out back behind several shelves it didn't matter.
The toilet was scuffed but essentially intact, the lack of toilet paper not really an issue since he had not intended to use it for anything but sitting on, although the cleaning supply shelf had old rags and paper towel if the worst happened. He slipped a bucket against the inside of the door to keep it from swinging open easily, dropped his pants and sat down looking at the inconvenient erection the girl had caused. He grabbed a rag, removing his pants to rest them on a box as he attempted to blog her wet spot on his pants dry, confirming by its silky viscosity that it was most definitely what he suspected it was. In her own way, her body had basically reacted much the same way his had. Although he had to wonder if she had gotten that wet before or after she felt him go hard. He sat back against the water tank and closed his eyes to breath slowly, think unsexy thoughts and try to coax his stiff flesh to soften again. He almost succeeded too, it was just about to sag, however..
His meditations were interrupted by the bump of the door and the bucket skidding past his feet as someone rushed backwards into the room, he opened his eyes and caught a brief flash of the back of a girl in a skirt leaning forward to shoulder the door closed, pushing the box outside enough the door latch closed.. liquid streaming down the inside of her legs.. from her knickers he noted, given her hunched over position exposed them. Before he could even think or say anything useful, the girl had hiked her skirt up and plopped herself on the toilet to pee. Which would probably have worked out just fine.. had he not already been sitting on it.
As this occured three thoughts managed to cross his mind in those brief moments..
One - she had not even tried to take her underwear off..
Two - she had been pissing her knickers on purpose.. because when she sat down, she was pushing pee out so hard, her asshole had opened far enough his penis immediately slipped past the thong into her asshole without the slightest resistance before he could even react!
Three - as he instinctively threw his hands onto her lap so she didn't fall over.. which she somehow failed to notice - he found one of her hands already inside her knickers, moving in a way that had nothing to do with trying to stop herself pissing, and everything to do with playing with herself! If anything the piss was making her more excited!?
She played with herself for a few seconds more before she froze.. why did the seat feel warm and soft? Then noticing something hard and warm in her ass, and hands cradling her dripping crotch like a kinky seatbelt. She turned white faced, looking over her shoulder. She recognised him, giving a sheepish look and a wiggle of her hips. She carefully removed her wet hand from her knickers and gave him a nervous wave and giggle. A yellow drip running down her wrist. "I guess this means we owe each other dinner?", she asked anxiously, trying to make a joke out of their intimate accident. He shrugged. "That wasn't a no", she thought.
She looked down at his hands pressed against her wet panty crotch, liquid still dripping from between his fingers. His face went red. "uuuh.. sorry?", he said lamely, starting to withdraw his hands. She smirked, and put a hand over the top holding them in place. "It's fine", she said, feeling him going harder inside her as she pressed his hand firmly into her intimate flesh. She leaned forward to lock the latch on the door, pushing her ass back at his invading penis erotically.. then started deliberately pissing her knickers again through both their fingers before she finished sitting back up again.
When he kept going hard; even then, and was finally fully erect inside her, she started pervertedly grinding herself between his hands and his penis, not stopping until both of them got off quite some minutes later. By the time she got off for the first time, he had long since emptied his balls inside her ass, and was already getting hard again. She stood up; her ass making a nasty crackle sound as his penis slipped out, to pull her dripping knickers off, twist them dry a little then slip into his inside jacket pocket. Now facing him she sat herself down on his penis again, this time allowing it to slide into her vagina instead. He was still quite sensitive at that point, and she was still riding out the last tingles of her climax as she started grinding herself at him again. He made a pained expression at the over stimulation, but she didn't stop, she had much the same look on her own face as she was just as sensitive. By that point however she was too turned on to want to stop, and the pair ended up devouring each others mouths as they slowly fucked on the toilet, her piss making their skin wet and slippery, sensitivity be damned. It just made the situation all the more hot.
Before either of them climaxed again, she eventually broke the kiss, the pair at that point being uncomfortably aroused again, and she stood up, letting his penis slip out of her with a perverse wet plop sound. Both of them panting a little.
As it turned out, not much of her pee made it into the toilet bowl.. luckily there was a mop and broom, and it was even luckier he had removed his pants moments earlier or it might have been more obvious she had pissed all over him. They toweled each other dry with some paper towel, flushing little bits of it until it was all gone, then used the mop to clean all the piss off the floor and toilet. Somehow his own underwear had managed to avoid getting wet, so he pulled them back on along with his pants. Her short skirt too, had either remained dry, or more likely was made of a material that didn't show wetness which meant as they slipped back into the library together, neither of their clothes showed any telling wet spots.
Enough time had passed his erection had softened somewhat, so ten minutes later they were again sitting in the back row of the chapel, with her on his lap - only this time she was straddling both of his legs with her short skirt covered ass. She was high enough to see the stage now, and his own knees were far enough open to leave room for the hand he had slid under her skirt to discretely finger her from behind, in both holes (at her suggestion!) as she sat on him, the lack of knickers proving far too tempting. From the front her wide open legs would have also revealed that she was busy rubbing herself from the front too, but of course nobody could see due to the high back of the row of seating in front of them, so their lewd activities was not noticed by anyone. Also the applause that occurred at a most opportune moment covered up her moan as she got off for a second time that night, and the loud sound from the retrospective video and slide show of their school years covered up the sound of her getting off a third time, and the sound of splashing as she decided to let go of her bladder that time around, her pee falling between his knees onto the floorboards below as she moaned quietly enough only they could hear.
As the night wore on, the pair decided to go home together. He called to reschedule his flight, and the pair went back to his hotel room.
It would be eventually revealed that the girls name was Marla, and she had a really interesting story about her university years that explained why she liked pissing herself so much. "Did I ever tell you about the time I got caught smoking, and got detention?", she said.
Turning up had been a last minute thing, which also meant he had arrived last minute. He had been in town purely by accident when he saw the invitation on his socials between flights. Everybody attending was already in the private school hall that served as a multifunction space for chapel, morning assembly and lectures. The only seating left was the benches right at the back which were intended only for use by the junior grades, packed 3 to a bench between arm rests, with a narrower seat top to fit smaller bums between the wall and the second last row. It was an old school designed originally with the idea that younger children should be seen and not heard, and preferably not seen at all, so the backrests of the next row down was actually deliberately higher too. Certainly this concealed the youngsters from view at the stage, but far from it being an invitation to misbehave, there would always be a staff member at the end of each row holding a cane back in the old days. The end of each row had one full sized space presumably for a teacher to use to watch the youngsters.
He shrugged, and slipped into the back row, where a handful of others were sitting uncomfortably most taking up one and half if not two spaces worth of bum real estate each on the junior sized benches. He found a seat with one side already taken by a relatively thin person, they only took up about one and a third. He sat, taking up about one and a half spans of the smaller seating leaving a gap of maybe a foot between them. There was not a lot of leg room either.
The speakers down the front were already well into their presentation when another late arrival turned up, a short mousy not quite blonde not quite brunette girl with a short stature somewhere between 4 and 5 foot in height. She looked vaguely familiar, had probably been in a different class when he attended highschool. One of those passed them in the hall types he never really spoke to. They were doing much the same thing he had, and coming to much the same conclusion about the lack of seating, had already spotted the one remaining space in the back row - the one foot gap next to him. They were already sidling over and attempting to fit their clearly too wide hips into the clearly too narrow space next to him. Not that she had a fat ass by any interpretation, as she slid past him to reach the space, her tight miniskirt made a point of showing that girls ass shape off quite effectively, and it looked just about perfect. Not to small nor wide. Although still slightly too wide to fit a one foot gap.
Still, somehow she eventually managed it.. mostly by sitting on an angle one cheek on the seat, the other half leaning on his left leg slightly. Awkward, but she didn't seem to weigh much, and since he had reacted somewhat less irritated about it than the person sitting to the immediately left of her.. she had scooted over still more to allow a one inch gap between her and them. By "Less irritated" he meant ignoring her entirely beyond a non-comittal shrug when she looked askance at him and looked at his leg as she half bent over to sit, the person on her left had dropped a death stare by comparasin, while he had simply shrugged, unconcerned about her to sitting so close. Thus she opted to remain sitting there, close as it was, but not until she shot a covert glance at the unadorned fingers of his left hand.. the lack of a ring there apparently something they both had in common.
Also, although she had not shared the fact, and he was quite oblivious to it, she was feeling quite smug too.. pass in the hall type or not, for her, he had actually been one of those unattainable unrequited crushes in her high school days. Back then thanks to her small stature she would often be mistaken for a junior by her peers, particularly those not in the same class. Which made him quite unapproachable in those days. Today however she was basically sitting on him, and between her chest size and hips, nobody would be mistaking her for a junior now.
This led to a number of compliations however, as she was so short, she couldn't really see over the back of the row in front of us, and since she seemed quite interested in the parade of former classmates on the stage below, she eventually worked herself into the position between standing up and sitting down again to get a view below; where she was sitting, purely by accident almost entirely on his left knee now. This gave her just enough height to see over the bench in front without needing to stand anymore.
Equally this discretely allowed him a closer look at her too. Although she was quite small, and could probably even be mistaken for a middle school girl from the wrong angle, the suggestions of laugh lines and future wrinkles on her face, plus that generous chest size made it obvious she not much different in age to himself. The only real mystery was if she had been in the same or a different year level back in their highschool days.
The complications however kept adding up. She had begun absently squirming a little on his knee as she watched the stage below, perhaps excited, impatient, something else, or simply hyperactive. Which would have been fine, except she had opted to wear a miniskirt, and in her current position, a leg each side of his knee, it had ridden up at the back enough, she was not sitting on her skirt anymore, he could feel her ass.. and something even softer and warmer in the middle pressing into the muscles of his leg.. which he could feel rolling around yielding and pressing softly into him. It was quite obviously a gstring under there, with her squirming about like that the back of the skirt had flashed enough skin to make that clear. Basically at this point she was grinding her soft crotch into his leg, plus the cheeks of her bare ass (the one on the right at least) was currently rubbing noticeably into his own crotch. The complications didn't end there however.. as you would expect his body reacted without asking in the usual way, and pretty soon the girl noticed something hard in his pants pressed into her ass cheek as she bounced about on his leg. Far from being intimidated by it she had found the look of terror in his eyes, and his bright red cheeks quite endearing, so she started grinding herself, discretely of course, into him on purpose then. The increasing firmness presssing into her just making her all the more smug about the situation.
Of course the compliations were not limited entirely to him, sitting there covertly grinding herself against her high school crush, who was clearly responding to the contact positively was not without consequence for her either.
When the first intermission arrived, the girl, along with most of the seated participants had jumped up and melted in the crowd with an urgency suggesting either her squirming related to her bladder.. or something else entirely.. which as he looked down and saw the slimy damp patch on his trouser leg where she had been sitting seemed the more likely. He too jumped up, making sure to adjust his top to cover the bulge and fled towards the toilets to hide in a stall and wait for it to go down. This didn't go to plan either - unsurprisingly they were full to the point of a queue down the hall. He backpedalled to the empty library, and slipped behind the counter into a room used for storing books to be returned to the shelf or repaired, hosting a door to what was likely originally intended as a janitors utility room containing cleaning products, a mop, and a toilet. Given servants fell into the out of sight out of mind category when the school was originally founded, the idea that a janitor was not allowed to use the normal upper class teachers bathroomn was not unusual either. These days it was mostly used to store unopened stationary boxes. The toilet however, remained functional, albeit lacking in paper, and basically never used since most people were unaware it even existed.
He knew about it as had worked as a library monitor on several occasions back when he had attended the school. The door didn't close fully as the door had a box against it, but since it was out back behind several shelves it didn't matter.
The toilet was scuffed but essentially intact, the lack of toilet paper not really an issue since he had not intended to use it for anything but sitting on, although the cleaning supply shelf had old rags and paper towel if the worst happened. He slipped a bucket against the inside of the door to keep it from swinging open easily, dropped his pants and sat down looking at the inconvenient erection the girl had caused. He grabbed a rag, removing his pants to rest them on a box as he attempted to blog her wet spot on his pants dry, confirming by its silky viscosity that it was most definitely what he suspected it was. In her own way, her body had basically reacted much the same way his had. Although he had to wonder if she had gotten that wet before or after she felt him go hard. He sat back against the water tank and closed his eyes to breath slowly, think unsexy thoughts and try to coax his stiff flesh to soften again. He almost succeeded too, it was just about to sag, however..
His meditations were interrupted by the bump of the door and the bucket skidding past his feet as someone rushed backwards into the room, he opened his eyes and caught a brief flash of the back of a girl in a skirt leaning forward to shoulder the door closed, pushing the box outside enough the door latch closed.. liquid streaming down the inside of her legs.. from her knickers he noted, given her hunched over position exposed them. Before he could even think or say anything useful, the girl had hiked her skirt up and plopped herself on the toilet to pee. Which would probably have worked out just fine.. had he not already been sitting on it.
As this occured three thoughts managed to cross his mind in those brief moments..
One - she had not even tried to take her underwear off..
Two - she had been pissing her knickers on purpose.. because when she sat down, she was pushing pee out so hard, her asshole had opened far enough his penis immediately slipped past the thong into her asshole without the slightest resistance before he could even react!
Three - as he instinctively threw his hands onto her lap so she didn't fall over.. which she somehow failed to notice - he found one of her hands already inside her knickers, moving in a way that had nothing to do with trying to stop herself pissing, and everything to do with playing with herself! If anything the piss was making her more excited!?
She played with herself for a few seconds more before she froze.. why did the seat feel warm and soft? Then noticing something hard and warm in her ass, and hands cradling her dripping crotch like a kinky seatbelt. She turned white faced, looking over her shoulder. She recognised him, giving a sheepish look and a wiggle of her hips. She carefully removed her wet hand from her knickers and gave him a nervous wave and giggle. A yellow drip running down her wrist. "I guess this means we owe each other dinner?", she asked anxiously, trying to make a joke out of their intimate accident. He shrugged. "That wasn't a no", she thought.
She looked down at his hands pressed against her wet panty crotch, liquid still dripping from between his fingers. His face went red. "uuuh.. sorry?", he said lamely, starting to withdraw his hands. She smirked, and put a hand over the top holding them in place. "It's fine", she said, feeling him going harder inside her as she pressed his hand firmly into her intimate flesh. She leaned forward to lock the latch on the door, pushing her ass back at his invading penis erotically.. then started deliberately pissing her knickers again through both their fingers before she finished sitting back up again.
When he kept going hard; even then, and was finally fully erect inside her, she started pervertedly grinding herself between his hands and his penis, not stopping until both of them got off quite some minutes later. By the time she got off for the first time, he had long since emptied his balls inside her ass, and was already getting hard again. She stood up; her ass making a nasty crackle sound as his penis slipped out, to pull her dripping knickers off, twist them dry a little then slip into his inside jacket pocket. Now facing him she sat herself down on his penis again, this time allowing it to slide into her vagina instead. He was still quite sensitive at that point, and she was still riding out the last tingles of her climax as she started grinding herself at him again. He made a pained expression at the over stimulation, but she didn't stop, she had much the same look on her own face as she was just as sensitive. By that point however she was too turned on to want to stop, and the pair ended up devouring each others mouths as they slowly fucked on the toilet, her piss making their skin wet and slippery, sensitivity be damned. It just made the situation all the more hot.
Before either of them climaxed again, she eventually broke the kiss, the pair at that point being uncomfortably aroused again, and she stood up, letting his penis slip out of her with a perverse wet plop sound. Both of them panting a little.
As it turned out, not much of her pee made it into the toilet bowl.. luckily there was a mop and broom, and it was even luckier he had removed his pants moments earlier or it might have been more obvious she had pissed all over him. They toweled each other dry with some paper towel, flushing little bits of it until it was all gone, then used the mop to clean all the piss off the floor and toilet. Somehow his own underwear had managed to avoid getting wet, so he pulled them back on along with his pants. Her short skirt too, had either remained dry, or more likely was made of a material that didn't show wetness which meant as they slipped back into the library together, neither of their clothes showed any telling wet spots.
Enough time had passed his erection had softened somewhat, so ten minutes later they were again sitting in the back row of the chapel, with her on his lap - only this time she was straddling both of his legs with her short skirt covered ass. She was high enough to see the stage now, and his own knees were far enough open to leave room for the hand he had slid under her skirt to discretely finger her from behind, in both holes (at her suggestion!) as she sat on him, the lack of knickers proving far too tempting. From the front her wide open legs would have also revealed that she was busy rubbing herself from the front too, but of course nobody could see due to the high back of the row of seating in front of them, so their lewd activities was not noticed by anyone. Also the applause that occurred at a most opportune moment covered up her moan as she got off for a second time that night, and the loud sound from the retrospective video and slide show of their school years covered up the sound of her getting off a third time, and the sound of splashing as she decided to let go of her bladder that time around, her pee falling between his knees onto the floorboards below as she moaned quietly enough only they could hear.
As the night wore on, the pair decided to go home together. He called to reschedule his flight, and the pair went back to his hotel room.
It would be eventually revealed that the girls name was Marla, and she had a really interesting story about her university years that explained why she liked pissing herself so much. "Did I ever tell you about the time I got caught smoking, and got detention?", she said.