limits, don’t you think?”
“It’s no big deal for you,” she answered. “All you have to do is pee.
I’m the one who has to sit under it and get wet. Do you think you can
do it?”
“If I have enough beer, I’m sure I can do it,” I answered. “I’m just
not sure I want to do it.”
“Well, have another beer and think about it,” said Cathie. I got another
beer and thought about it. In the meantime, Cathie grabbed the dish
towel and started drying the rest of the dishes. I stood in the corner
and stayed out of her way.
“If we did it, how do you think we should do it?” she asked.
“Hmm?” I said, too embarrassed to say anything.
“Should I have my clothes on or off?” she asked. “Should I lay down?
On my back or my front? Maybe I should kneel down in front of you,
like I’m going to suck your cock?”
“Whatever,” I said. We went into the living room and sat down on the
couch. Cathie clicked the TV on with the remote control and we found
ourselves watching the news. She curled up with her legs tucked under
her body, facing me from the other end of the couch. I sat sprawled out,
slouching, on the other end. I was wearing my blue elastic track pants
and a floppy gray sweatshirt.
After awhile, I became uncomfortable as Cathie stared at me. She was
looking at the stretched crotch of my track pants.
“Yes?” I asked, somewhat exasperated.
“Are you full yet?” she asked eagerly.
“No,” I said sullenly, although I could feel a slight heaviness in
my bladder.
She jumped up and headed for the kitchen. “I’ll get you another beer,” she
said, disappearing around the corner. A few seconds later she was back,
depositing two bottles in front of me on the coffee table. “Drink up,”
she encouraged me as she settled back on her side of the couch.
“Yeah,” I said, going for another bottle. “If I keep this up, I won’t
be able to do much tonight.” This was a somewhat forlorn announcement,
since I knew I didn’t have much choice in any matter that night.
She was tucked up on her end of the couch again. “All you have to do is
pee,” she said. “It’s not like I’m expecting marathon sex or anything.”
“Sooner or later,” I agreed.
I was finishing the sixth beer when the news ended.
“Don’t you have to go yet?” Cathie sounded frustrated.
Although I did have to go, I said, “No.”
“Wow,” she said, a smile dancing around the very edges of her full
lips. Her brown eyes twinkled. “I never noticed your capacity before.
It’s amazing.”
“Practice,” I bragged, my eye teeth floating.
“Not even a dribble?” she asked, smiling at me.
“No,” I was gritting my teeth.
“I’ll get you a beer,” she volunteered, jumping up and running into the
kitchen before I could object. I looked at the ceiling and thought that
eventually I’d have to give in. Still, I was determined to hold out as
long as possible.
She came back with three beers, two for me and one for her. We watched
a half hour sitcom and I made a point of not laughing at anything.
In spite of myself, I gobbled down the seventh and eighth beers.
“So what are you going to do?” Cathie asked finally, perched like a
vulture on the other end of the couch. “Are you going to pee on yourself?”
…End of the part2. To be continued..