7 comments/ 86514 views/ 33 favorites Unintentionally Wet Vacation Pt. 01 By: xinycep Chapter 1 Zoe stood in front of the immense glass façade separating her from the sweltering heat of late afternoon. The huge, treeless expanse of the airport's tarmac absorbed the hot sun like a sponge. She could see heat radiating off the ground everywhere she looked. In sharp contrast to the heat outside, cool, refreshing air flowed over her from air conditioners mounted high on the ceiling of the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport. Zoe took a sip from a cold bottle of water as she turned and sat down next to her classmate and mutual best friend, Amber, whose name accurately reflected the luscious color of her long curly hair. "Just a few more hours and we'll be sunning ourselves on a Caribbean beach!" Zoe commented to Amber. "Hell yeah, I've been waiting a lifetime for this trip." Zoe smirked, the "lifetime" had in fact been only a few weeks; as a high school graduation present, the girls' parents had paid for them to go on their school's annual seniors-only trip to the Caribbean. "What'll you do first when we get there?" she asked. "How about Jason," Amber stated with a devilish grin and a nod. Zoe smirked again, Amber had always been the more adventurous of the two, and her comment didn't surprise Zoe in the least. After glancing at Jason across the seating area, she couldn't really disagree either. She had recently become single and briefly entertained the notion of a wild fling with Jason, but having never gone beyond first base with her one and only ex, she didn't really know what a wild fling would be like. "Hm I don't remember seeing him at school," Zoe said quizzically. "He didn't go to our school, he's one of the chaperons, but he's only like a year or two older than us." "Oh.. well at least that explains the slightly creepy way he's watching Alexa and Eric, don't they look cute holding hands and whispering like that... how long have they been going out again?" "Four or five years I think, I..." Amber started to say before the loud chime of the PA cut her off. "Attention ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin boarding for flight 235. Please have your photo ID and boarding pass out and ready." Everyone began scrambling to grab their bags. Zoe's short, light gray cotton shorts showed off her firm butt, but lacked pockets completely. As she reached into her backpack to get her ID and boarding pass a booming voice rang out over the students, "Hold up everyone, remember all of the rules we discussed, and remember that from this point forward you need to be with a buddy at all times, even when you go to the bathroom. We're leaving the United States and you need to keep safe." The booming voice belonged to Dave, the oldest and most strict of the four chaperons. Zoe finished gathering her bags and jumped into line behind Ariel, a shy girl Zoe had only recently met in her Biology class. The line moved quickly, and she glanced at her ticket as she walked down the jetway. "Seat 2-D" it read. "Excellent, a window seat," she thought to herself. She followed Jason down the plane's skinny center aisle. He stopped at row 2, stowed his carry-on above the seat, and sat down in 2-C. "Ah, excuse me," she murmured and slid past him into her seat. Her barely covered thigh brushed against his muscular legs; although brief, the contact of his warm skin against hers made her tingle inside. "This is certainly going to be an interesting flight," she mused. Little did she know how right she was. Chapter 2 *ding* Zoe looked up and saw the fasten seat belt light flick on, moments before a brief jolt shook the plane. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we've encounter an area of significant turbulence. There is nothing to be concerned about, but for your own safety please leave your seat belt on for the remainder of the flight," the pilot announced over the intercom as the plane again bucked up and down in the air. "Damn it," Zoe winced. She had spent the better part of the past 30 minutes trying to work up the courage to use the plane's restroom. Unfortunately, the small jet had only one bathroom. Zoe sat near the very front of the plane, but the restroom was located at the rear. Not knowing whether it was occupied, she hadn't wanted to stand awkwardly outside in the narrow isle if it were in use. Seeing her wince, Jason reassured her, "don't worry, this part of the flight is always turbulent, there's really nothing to be concerned about." "Ha, I wish the turbulence was all I was concerned about." "Uh, it's not really that...," Zoe replied. "Damn it, why did I say that, now he's going to wonder why else I look nervous." "Uh, Jason, do you know about how much longer until we reach the island?" Consulting his watch he replied, "I'd say about 45 more minutes, but like I said, the turbulence is really nothing to worry about." Except, at that instance, the turbulence quickly became something for Zoe to worry about. As the plane dropped suddenly the feeling of weightlessness very nearly made Zoe pee herself; however, the drop wasn't half as bad as the jolt that occurred moments later when the plane cleared the air pocket. She had no choice but to grab herself, despite the fact that Jason sat looking straight at her; had she not, she knew she certainly would have lost it right there in her seat. She glanced furtively at him and saw his eyes go wide as he realized the true reason for her concern. An awkward silence that lasted seconds but felt like hours ensued, until a stewardess moved past in the aisle, carefully gripping the overhead railing to avoid being thrown into the ceiling or slammed into the floor. "Ma'am, excuse me," Jason started, then to Zoe's horror, "would it be OK if she uses the restroom?" "I'm very sorry, but no. It is far too dangerous with this much turbulence." "Oh, ok," he said looking somewhat defeated. "I can't remember ever having to go this badly, will I even make it another 45 minutes?" Zoe wondered to herself. The realization that she didn't believe she would made her have to go even worse. "Why keep holding if I won't make it... " she thought, as she momentarily entertained the notion of just letting go. But with Jason watching her every move, she wanted desperately to avoid ruining her chance of hooking up with him. She had a sinking feeling she would very soon be much regretting the Coke she had finished off just a few minutes earlier. As the stewardess moved on, Jason commented hesitantly, without looking directly at her, "do you think you'll be able to make it?" Silence followed for the next few seconds, and Zoe stared at the clouds out of the window, not wanting to answer the question truthfully, but not able to lie either. "How do you tell a cute guy that you're about to piss yourself?" She didn't really have to say anything, a dear-in-headlights look had taken full control of her sea-blue eyes, and her hands were still wedged tightly between her smooth legs. "So... probably not... huh," Jason said. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then suggested, "well, if you have any pads in your purse perhaps you could relieve enough pressure to hold it the rest of the way..." His bluntness shocked her a bit, but she couldn't deny the resourcefulness of the idea. She knew a pad wouldn't hold much, but it might hold enough. However, although she did have a pad in her purse, she certainly wasn't keen on the idea of putting it on and wetting while a near-stranger watched and listened. "Uh, if you do have one, you might consider using it sooner rather than later... It'll be more difficult to go just a little the longer you wait," Jason prompted her. Zoe knew his words were the truth, and she felt her control slipping with every jolt of the aircraft. But she still couldn't make the decision to actually do it. "Look," he said, "it doesn't look like you're going to make it another 40 minutes regardless, so your options at this point are basically to hold it until you lose it, or try a pad. Either way, you're going to end up going, but one of those options might not end with wet shorts. The plane lurched, and Zoe momentarily lost control and felt the first few drops leak into her panties. She managed to regain control quickly enough, but that slip decided the matter. "Look away please," she requested timidly. With her free hand she reached into her purse and fished around for the pad. Finding it, she pulled it out and tried unsuccessfully to open the wrapper with one hand. "Well, I can't very well put a pad on with one hand between my legs anyways..." Clenching with all her might, she removed her hand from her crotch and opened the package. She managed to hold tight and prevent further leakage as she slipped her hands under the waistband of her white panties and starting maneuvering the pad into place. An understanding that relief would soon arrive practically doubled her urge to go. She struggled to get the pad into position in time, nearly losing control in the process. Finally, she got it settled and removed her hands from her panties. Except then she couldn't get the flow to start. It was almost funny (although her plane ride would have ended very wet had she actually laughed); she had been holding it in so hard for so long, that now she couldn't get started when she wanted. Zoe managed to get a few drops out, but unless she expelled a lot more she would never make it to the airport dry. Then she managed to get a decent sprinkling of pee to come out and quickly clenched her muscles to prevent overflowing the pad. She felt an even larger squirt trapped on the verge of escaping; trapped in limbo and threatening to burst the dam and flood her valley. She knew she couldn't force it back or hold it in much longer. Involuntarily, her bladder released and the jet fountained into the pad. She quickly regained control, but felt another burst trapped with no where to go but out. Fortunately the urge was less intense; she knew she could win this battle, eventually at least. She willed the trapped liquid forward and then successfully stopped it again. She had nearly regained complete control; only a small amount of urine remained at the point where she couldn't stop it from coming out. Looking down at her lap, she noticed there were no visible wet spots at all. She reached a hand around to her butt and felt dampness. The pad had just started to leak, but it had channeled the small wet spot to a place where it wasn't visible while she was sitting. Zoe willed the last bit of trapped pee out and felt herself regaining complete control. Just before she stopped the stream for good, she felt the ground go out from under her. The plane dropped fast and hit the bottom of the air pocket with great force. Gravity applied a vice to her bladder. Zoe moaned in pain, but she could fight no longer. Her pee had to go somewhere, and the opening to her bladder hadn't quite closed yet. Pressure wrenched it fully open, and she groaned again as the stream quickly become a raging river. She felt a warm wetness on her bottom as the fleeing liquid overflowed the saturated pad and began pooling on the seat. Hearing the moan, Jason looked over and must have instantly realized her predicament. With catlike reflexes, he grabbed her shorts and panties and pulled them to her knees, nearly pulling her off the seat in the process. The events of the past three seconds left Zoe in complete shock. She simply sat and peed as she watched the disaster unfold, seemingly from third person. However, she quickly came back to her senses and halted the flow, not even caring about the follow up squirts that hit the now-soaked seat. Zoe glanced up and saw that Jason had polity resumed looking away. She felt an unwelcome chilling sensation as her bottom lost heat quickly in the sopping wet seat; her shorts and panties were around her knees; and her pee soaked pad lay soggily between her legs. Yet not all was lost, her clothes had a hand-sized wet patch on them, but were not completely soaked. "They might even dry by the time we reach the airport; provided I don't pull them back up and sit in the wet seat while wearing them," she silently hoped. Unfortunately, now she sat exposed in a crowded airplane. Her predicament would be immediately obvious to anyone walking by in the aisle. "Here, I have a pillow you can cover yourself with," Jason offered, returning his gaze to Zoe's eyes... at least, mostly to her eyes. "Thank you so much," she said as she took the pillow and put it on her lap. "So much for my chance of a wild fling," she thought dejectedly, "he probably wouldn't touch me now even if I begged for it." She still had to pee badly, but thought she could make it another 30 or so minutes to the airport. Chapter 3 Zoe began really regretting the in-flight Coke right around the time the plane landed. Fortunately she felt confident that she could hold on another 5 or 10 minutes while the plane taxied to the gate. As the plane began taxiing, she reached under herself and felt the seat. "Dry enough," she thought. Looking down, she could see that her panties had dried most of the way too. She pulled them back up, followed by her shorts. The plane rolled towards the terminal, but then stopped short of the gate. With a sinking feeling in her stomach (that, for once, was unrelated to turbulence) she heard the intercom crackle to life, "a plane is currently stuck in our gate with mechanical difficulties. We expect it will take about thirty minutes to clear. Please do not leave your seats until our plane has been secured at the gate." "Ugh," she groaned, "could this day please get worse." "Zoe, I hate to remind you of this, but you need to find a buddy to go with to the restroom once we reach the terminal. This airport is too dangerous for you to go alone," Jason said firmly. Zoe didn't respond; she just laid her head back against the headrest, closed her eyes and sat still. She spent the next thirty minutes looking around frantically for another female member of the group with whom she could very quickly become a buddy. Unfortunately, all of them appeared to be seated at the back of the plane. An intense struggle raged within her mind and body. Both hands were wedged firmly between her thighs, and sweat formed on her brow from the intense effort required to keep her legs clamped together. "Oh God do I have to pee. I can't hold it anymore. I must hold it. It would be so easy to stop the pain, I'd just have to relax a little bit. I can't lose it, I'm on a Goddamn plane full of people. Just don't think of waterfalls. Oh shit waterfalls... OH SHIT...... ok.. I'm still in control, that was too close, I think I might have let a little out. I hope it doesn't show. If we don't start moving soon I'm going to lose it all..." Thirty three minutes later the plane began rolling forward again and came to rest next to the jetway. Amazingly, Zoe was still in control, even if just barely so. The next few moments passed in a haze. Airport personnel connected the jet to the terminal, and the few passengers in front of her began to disembark. The knowledge that she would soon have complete relief, one way or another, made her urge to go intensify. She felt the first stab of true pain in her bladder and knew at that moment that in only a matter of seconds it would empty itself regardless of whether she was sitting on a toilet, running through the terminal or standing on the plane. Leaping over Jason and into the aisle, she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door. "You're my buddy now," she said frantically as she pulled him along. The pair ran through the terminal towards the bathrooms. Eying the sole unisex bathroom, Zoe grabbed the handle and yanked hard. It didn't budge. It was already occupied. Utterly defeated, she twisted her legs together and crouched down as Jason stood watching helplessly. She spent a brief moment mentally preparing to wet herself in front of hundreds of people, then felt the first drips of warm pee run down her legs. She continued to hold back as much as she could despite comprehending the inevitability her situation. At that moment the bathroom door opened and a couple exited. Zoe saw relief, but wasn't able to move. Fortunately, Jason grabbed her and pulled her up and into the bathroom. The sudden movement made her lose all control. By the time she had taken two steps into the bathroom she had soaked her shorts with a furious stream of pee. Zoe didn't even bother pulling down her shorts or panties. She simply sat down on the toilet and peed straight through them. She didn't bother to stop and pull them down even after she could have regained control. She was too exhausted from holding for so long, and it was far too late anyway. Chapter 4 Jason stood awkwardly in the small bathroom, trying to appear as if he was looking away while still watching her. Fortunately, her gaze was focused down on the mess she was making. The head of Jason's rock hard erection had gotten trapped under the elastic of his boxers, but every move he made to try and free it made him even harder. Finally, he reached down and yanked up on the elastic band. "Oh shit," he thought, as he felt himself go beyond the point of no return. Immediately his body tensed, and he held as still as possible while he filled his boxers with cum. "Your turn," Zoe said as she finally cut the flow and stood up. Jason saw a look of momentary confusion cross her face as she looked at him. As he walked towards the toilet he looked down and noticed an obvious wet patch on the front of his shorts. Unintentionally Wet Vacation Pt. 02 Chapter 5 --------- Zoe leaned against the unisex restroom's small sink while Jason used the toilet. Her shorts, now stained dark gray with urine, clung uncomfortably to her equally wet skin. Every few seconds, a drop of pee from her soaked clothing ran down one of her glistening wet legs, leaving an invisible but rather cold streak in its path. Her feet were cold too, she now realized; some pee must have run down her legs and into her shoes when she had crouched down and lost control of her bladder just outside the airport bathroom. Zoe shifted her weight and cringed at the squelching sound her shoes made when she moved. As Jason finished up, Zoe settled into a sullen state of shock. She now faced the prospect of walking through the busy airport soaked from the waist down. Jason looked over at her, and she saw him sweep his gaze from her face to her toes. Blood rushed to her face, and she felt heat radiate from her cheeks. She turned her head to the side, looking away from Jason, but then found herself looking in the mirror at a blushing, disheveled, and frightened girl. Immediately, she moved her eyes to the floor. "I'm so sorry... please, I don't want to leave..." she whimpered, barely loud enough for Jason to hear. "We can't stay here, Zoe, it would take hours for your clothes to dry... And just imagine what the other chaperons and your parents would think if we stayed together in the airport bathroom for hours?" "Please, there are too many people out there..." she whimpered again, not caring that her position was irrational. "I have a hoodie in my carry-on, you could wrap that around yourself if you want. Would you leave the bathroom then?" Jason asked. "OK... yeah," she said, still not looking up. "The only problem is, you dragged me off the plane before I could grab my carry-on... so we'll have to go back and get it." Now Zoe looked up with eyes wide, "can't I just wait here?" she pleaded. "Let me check..." Jason said as he cracked the door open and peaked out. "No," he said, pulling on her arm, "there's a line of people and they just saw me open the door, we have to go now." Jason yanked the door open, giving Zoe no option but to follow him out. She walked as closely as she dared to him, trying to shield herself from the eyes of those in the line. She felt a million pairs of eyes drilling into her; observing her brilliant red face and soaked clothing. Not a single breath left her lungs until the two arrived back at the gate. Zoe sat down in the nearly deserted waiting area while Jason retrieved his carry-on bag from the plane. When he emerged from the jetway, he handed her a large hoodie. The dark blue hoodie had his hockey team's logo across the front, and his name and number on the back. She wrapped it around her damp shorts, unsure whether she felt more embarrassment about wearing Jason's name across her ass or about desecrating his team's logo with urine. Jason and Zoe proceeded through the airport to the baggage claim, where they rejoined the rest of the group. Fortunately, only Amber commented on her and Jason's absence. "The hell have you been?" she asked Zoe. "It's a long story, I'll tell you about it later." Zoe replied tiredly. Chapter 6 --------- After a thirty minute bus ride, the group arrived at a wide swath of flawless beach. The white sand stretched pure for 200 feet in front of them, until it merged with the sparkling blue waves of the ocean. Nearby, the sand gradually faded into sparse grass, with clumps of tropical trees sprinkled along the edge of the beach at random. Small cabins, which the school had rented for the week, sat nestled among the trees. Eager for an excuse to change clothes, Zoe exclaimed, "First to the water wins!" Grabbing her suitcase, she immediately took off sprinting towards one of the cabins. Amber followed close behind. The two girls lay claim to one of the first cabins in the group. Upon entering the small cabin, Zoe observed a familiar hotel-style bedroom layout: two single beds on opposite sides of the room, with a bathroom tucked in one corner. Zoe set her suitcase on one of the beds and dug around for her new swimsuit. She had purchased the bright yellow two-piece a few days before the trip but had conveniently forgotten to show it to her mother before leaving. Zoe fiddled around with her suitcase until Amber closed the door to the bathroom, then she quickly peeled off Jason's hoodie. She cringed at the large wet spot on the cloth and hung it on a chair in one corner of the room. Zoe removed her shoes and wet socks. Shivers ran down her spine as she bent over to push her wet shorts and panties off. She slid the sopping pile of clothing under the bed, then donned her suit bottoms and tied off each of the side ties. Zoe had just finished slipping on her halter top when Amber emerged from the bathroom, ready to swim. "Let's do this!" she yelled, giving Zoe a high-five. They bolted out of the door and down the shaded dirt path to the beach. The prickly grass underfoot soon gave way to burning hot sand and then cool refreshing water. The rest of their group arrived shortly thereafter and joined the girls in the water. Throughout the late afternoon, Zoe kept a strategic eye on Jason. Every time he looked over at her, she quickly found an excuse to bend over, both to avoid eye contact and, she hoped, to give him an enticing view of her. Soon the students began to trickle out of the water and assume positions sunning themselves on the beach. Zoe plodded through the dense white sand to an empty section of beach and stretched out on her back. She immediately regretted that decision, as her smooth skin was instantly coated with a thick layer of sand. Running her hand down her leg, she tried to brush it off, but the damp sand clung like glue. Abandoning the idea of getting it off, she decided to just lie back and let it dry. Swimming for so long had exhausted her, and soon she closed her eyes to the setting sun. Her thoughts wondered to Jason; shirtless Jason, whose swimsuit kept riding low in the water. Discretely, Zoe fashioned a small mound of sand between her legs and began slowly rubbing herself on it as she drifted to sleep. Zoe smiled at Jason across the busy terminal and he smiled back. She sat in the terminal with her legs crossed, not knowing what to do. She felt only one feeling, an intense need to pee. She started towards the bathroom, but then saw one of the flight attendants arrive and board the plane. Zoe sat back down; she couldn't miss this plane. She fidgeted as minutes passed; tapping both feet urgently to the beat of a song only she could hear. Eventually, she decided she had time to go to the bathroom before the plane left. She walked to the restrooms, entered a stall, sat down on the toilet and began peeing furiously. After many seconds of peeing she still had to go badly, but the final boarding call for her plane forced her to stop abruptly and rush out of the bathroom. She ran to the gate and made it onto the plane just as the doors were shutting. She sprinted down the immensely long aisle of the plane towards the bathroom. She felt herself almost lose control, and she stopped running and crouched down, trying to avoid making a mess. But she managed to hold on and soon found herself running towards the bathroom again. After having run past hundreds of rows of seats, she finally arrived at the restroom. She stood outside it in confusion; the bathroom was empty, but had no door. But she really had to go, so she went in anyway. She sat on the toilet and peed, but before she felt any relief, the pilot announced that the plane was landing. She jumped up and rushed back to her seat. Suddenly, she was at the baggage claim looking for her bag. A strong urge to pee tugged at her mind, but she felt it imperative that she claim her luggage first. She raced around the carousel frantically, trying to locate it. Jason came up behind her and swooped her up, carrying her across the airport with one hand under her back and one under her knees. She protested, demanding that she be allowed to retrieve her bag immediately, but he just smiled, held her close, and kept walking. She quickly forgot about her baggage as the need to pee intensified. She felt herself about to lose control, and she struggled to get out of Jason's arms, but he held her fast. She stopped struggling and held extremely still, knowing that she was holding on by a single thread. Any movement now would mean the end of her dry clothing. True relief washed over her for the first time as she felt pee begin to trickle out. It ran down her bottom, over Jason's hands, and then dripped to the floor. The falling drip soon turned to a constant flow, but still Jason carried her across the crowded airport. She looked back and saw a trail in the pair's wake, but the other travelers didn't notice; Jason held her tight, protecting her from them. Then a flash of heat ran through Zoe and she awoke in a start, still leisurely emptying her bladder into her swimsuit. Reflexively she stopped peeing immediately and looked around with embarrassment, but she saw no one else on the beach. She stood up and used her feet to cover the wet patch of sand where she had been laying. Then she headed off towards the cabins. As she walked along the path, she saw Jason sitting on a bench sipping a drink. "Go for a roll in the sand?" he asked. Looking down at herself, Zoe noticed sand still coating her skin. Initially, no good response came to her mind as she stumbled over a reply, "yeah, I guess so... the sand is really sticky I guess..." But then an idea struck her, "the sand's kind of uncomfortable though, could you help get it off my back?" "uh, ok," he said as he stood up awkwardly, clearly not sure exactly what to do next. Zoe skipped over, appearing more confident than she felt, and took a seat on the bench. Jason vaulted over the back of the bench and started rubbing the sand off her back. As Jason's hands lightly brushed her back, she reflected on her request for his assistance. To an outside observer, the request for help might seem innocent enough, but in her heart, Zoe knew it was anything but. It was, perhaps, the most forward request Zoe had ever made of anyone. It almost made her feel dirty inside, she thought, blushing a bit and feeling heat rise in her chest. However, at the same time, his hands felt glorious on her skin. She knew she was falling for Jason, but his hesitant response to her advances worried her. Jason's hands kept snagging on the back of her top, pulling it tight against her chest. The fabric slid against her nipples and tugged on her breasts, and she felt her nipples start to harden and stick into her top; amplifying the sensations even more. After a minute she realized Jason was confining his hands solely to her back; sand still coated her arms, legs and sides, but Jason made no move to touch her there. Zoe extended her arms in a T, and Jason took the hint. His large hands ran up and down her dainty arms, brushing away the sand. "Can you get my sides and legs too," she asked, standing up. Jason jumped back over the bench to stand directly behind her. He gripped her around the waist, fingers on her stomach and thumbs on her back, and began sliding his hands up and down. His fingers tickled her and she let out a giggle. Jason froze immediately, "sorry, what's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing, it just tickled, keep going." Jason continued rubbing. From his position behind her, he couldn't determine exactly how high his hands slid up, and several times his fingers swept over the bottom of her breasts; each time, sending a wave of pleasure through her. Zoe felt him push her bottoms down a little and slide his fingers slightly inside to brush away some sand. Excitement raced through her as she wondered if Jason had finally decided to make a move, but she also panicked. Quickly she requested, "Could you do my legs now please." "Sure thing," he replied. Jason crouched down and began rubbing the sand from her legs. She got over her initial panic as his hands rose higher towards her thighs. Now she longed to feel his fingers under the cloth of her bikini again; she only hoped she hadn't scared him off the first time. His hands lingered at the bottom edge of her bikini, pretending to rub away sand that was no longer present. Then, with joy and excitement, she felt his fingers slip, just a little ways, under the damp cloth covering her bottom. Jason started to squeeze a bit, but then the shrill ring of his phone startled them both. Coming back to his senses, he immediately pulled back. "Oops, sorry, I think you're all set now," he said, reaching for his phone. "Hey," Jason said into the phone, as Zoe looked on with curiosity. "OK... yeah... we'll, I mean I'll be right up," he said to conclude his conversion. "What was that about," Zoe asked "Time for dinner, we're going to one of the nicer restaurants in town so you might want to head back to your cabin and get changed." Chapter 7 --------- At one AM, Zoe finally crawled beneath the cool sheets of her bed and shut her eyes. A few minutes later, Amber emerged from the bathroom, killed the lights, and crawled into her own bed. The moon cast its light through the open window, but darkness owned the room beyond that. Barely a minute passed before Amber interrupted the soft buzzing of insects, "So, now are you going to tell me what happened today?" "Uh sure, I guess, but this has to stay between just us, OK?" "Ha, of course," Amber dismissed her concern with a little laugh. Zoe recounted the events of the day; highlighting her interaction with Jason, but omitting her adventure on the beach. When she finished, the insects again filled the silence in the room. This time, however, it was Zoe who broke the silence. "So, you know guys pretty well, do you think I've fucked my chances with him?" "HA! Not at all you silly virgin, he totally wants to tap that." Zoe sat up in bed and looked over at Amber, responding in surprise, "What? Then why has he been practically avoiding me all day?" "Because his job is to make sure we don't get laid on this trip, and you're threatening to make him fail spectacularly. Plus, imagine what would happen if anyone ever found out... His training probably drilled into him time and time again that he should never ever touch his students." "I guess so, so what would you do then?" "Fuck him or forget him. He's not gonna make the first move, but I'm pretty damn sure he wouldn't say no if you offered it. If you're not gonna do it, just stop thinking about him, because he's sure as hell not gonna come to you." "I should ask him if he wants to fuck? How would you even word that? 'hey Jason, nice sandals...'" Amber sighed, "No, don't ask him, it's too easy to reject a verbal request. His training will win out for sure if you just ask him. Literally go to him, seduce him, be irresistible." "So you're saying I should climb into his bed, ignore his verbal protests, and throw myself on his penis? Rape much?" Amber laughed, "He's a college jock in a position of power over you, and you're an innocent high school girl; even if he did tell someone, it would be your word against his, and I can guaran-damn-tee you that no one who mattered would believe his side of it." Zoe struggled to come up with a counter argument as silent seconds dragged into silent minutes. Eventually, she replied quietly with a weak argument about it still being morally wrong; but Amber had long since fallen asleep, so Zoe received no reply. In reality, Zoe had objections to Amber's idea, but not moral ones. She was just scared, but she still considered taking Amber's advice that very night. The more she thought about Jason the more she wanted to know if he really liked her. Finally, after what felt like hours of internal deliberation, she swung her feet off the edge of the bed and sat up. She slipped out quietly and padded softly towards the door. When she reached the handle, she looked over her shoulder and made sure Amber hadn't moved. Then she quietly ventured out into the deep night. Zoe walked timidly down the dirt path, her bare feet kicking up swirls of cool dust with each step. Every sound of the night made her freeze and cower; a rustling in the bushes, the hoot of an owl, a car horn honking in the distance. But eventually she reached Jason's cabin and crept carefully up to the door. She paused and thought for a minute, steeling her nerves, then she grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it as lightly and quietly as she could. When the knob didn't budge, she applied more force, but still it did not turn. Using both hands, she twisted as hard as she could, but still the door remained firmly closed. Finally, her sleepy brain realized the obvious fact that the cabin door was locked. She stood still, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly she felt exposed, standing in the clearing around the cabin wearing nothing but some short shorts and a night shirt. A noise from within Jason's cabin spooked her, and she fled, sprinting at top speed back towards her own room; not looking back for fear that someone may have seen her. When she finally made it back to the safety of her cabin she first checked to make sure Amber was still asleep, then she made a bee-line for the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, bracing herself with her hands on the counter. She felt a trembling through her entire body as pure adrenaline coursed through her veins. She met her eyes in the mirror and stared at her face, flushed red from excitement, fear and exertion. When she finally stopped panting, she gulped down several glasses of water, then retired to her bed. Chapter 8 --------- Zoe's eyes flickered open to the warm early morning sunlight splashing across her face. She sighed contentedly and looked over to see Amber still fast asleep in the other bed. Zoe's thoughts wondered directly to Jason. She stealthily stretched her hand down between her legs and began rubbing herself through the cotton fabric of her sleeping shorts. Mentally, she promised herself she wouldn't masturbate with Amber still in the room; she just wanted to touch herself briefly and then she would stop. But after a minute of gradually intensifying friction on the outside of her shorts, she was too hot to hold back. She felt a wet spot forming on her shorts as pulled the cotton fabric at the crotch to the side and began stimulating herself directly. As she slid her fingers in for the third stroke, she arched her back slightly, causing her forearm to press against her abdomen. The pressure on her full bladder stimulated her G-Spot from one side, as her fingers met it simultaneously on the other. The miraculous sensation left her seeing stars for a brief second as she slapped her free hand to her face to stifle a moan of pleasure. She froze for a moment, fearful that the slap or the moan may have awoken Amber. She lay frozen, fingers still buried within, and turned her head to the side to look at Amber. She closed her eyes as far as she could without actually shutting them and pretended to sleep while she watched Amber for any sign of movement. Zoe relaxed as the seconds passed with no response from Amber. She still felt her fingers inside her, and wondered if she could climax from thought alone. She focused as hard as she could on those fingers; pretending it was Jason exerting the firm pressure she felt. She pictured his face and mentally ran her hands over his chest. The minute or two of fantasy made her even hotter, but it didn't bring her to a climax. Zoe returned to fingering herself, but now on each in-stroke she pressed her forearm down against her abdomen, applying pressure to her full bladder and G-Spot. As she felt herself building towards climax, she also felt a growing need to urinate. Her swollen bladder cried out as she repeatedly applied pressure to it, but she didn't care; she banished its pleas to the back of her mind as her pleasure took center stage. Unintentionally Wet Vacation Pt. 02 Her orgasm built until she reached the point of no return. As she dropped over the edge, her bladder finally got one message through to her brain, telling her it needed relief now. An ever so brief moment of panic clouded Zoe's thoughts as she felt a strong stream of pee shoot past her fingers on its way out. But the feeling left as quickly as it had come; Zoe crashed over the edge of a waterfall as pure pleasure racked her body. Her toes curled, her eyes shut, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Every muscle in her body relaxed and contracted, including those that normally served to keep her panties dry. She had not a care in the world; not even for the large amount of piss that was flowing out past her fingers while she crammed them as deeply as possible into her slit. The pee splashed against the bottom her wrist as it shot out, then jettisoned down into her palm and between her fingers. It immediately soaked the back of her cotton shorts and began pooling around her thighs and butt. The bucking of her hips caused a faint splashing noise as her ass bounced in the puddle, quickly spreading a damp patch up the back and sides of her nightshirt. The extra warmth on her skin from the pee intensified her orgasm, and at that moment she wouldn't have stopped the flow even if it had been within her power to do so. But as she came down from her climax the first conscious action she took was to stop the flow of pee. Pleasure quickly turned to horror and panic as she lay still in the puddle. Unintentionally Wet Vacation Pt. 03 Chapter 9 ---------- Zoe let out a long, slow breath as she lay her head back against the pillow. She felt her cheeks flush and a dull tingly sensation still pulsed faintly in her stomach. Turning her head, she stared over at Amber, who, fortunately, still lay sleeping. Zoe began sliding carefully out from under the covers. The soaked sheets clung to her bare legs as she tried to wiggle over to the edge of the bed. Finally, she slid one leg off the side and stood up, holding her breath as the movement pushed a large puddle of pee off the bed and onto the floor. Zoe stood frozen, weight resting heavily on one leg, watching Amber for any sign of movement. When none came, she resumed breathing and turned around to survey the damage to the bed. Upon her egress, the top sheet had fallen upon the flooded bed and now sported a large wet spot gradually spreading out from its center. Internally, Zoe debated whether to clean the bed or herself first; she found the cooling wetness of her clothing unpleasant, but, unlike her clothes, she couldn't hide the bed, so she resolved to clean it first. Having made her decision, Zoe now found herself at loss for how to actually go about cleaning up the bed. She didn't have long before Amber woke up; certainly not long enough for the sheets to dry, and she didn't have any spare sheets with which she could replace the wet ones. But, she thought to herself, the bed didn't actually need to be made up normally, it just needed to look normal... Working as quickly as she could, while keeping a close eye on Amber's sleeping form, Zoe stripped the bed down to the mattress. She then remade the bed with only the less-damaged top sheet. The rest of the bedding she set temporarily in a pile between the bed and the far wall. Next, Zoe lifted her suitcase onto the bed and began laying out some of her shirts to strategically cover wet patches on the top sheet. When she had finished, nothing short of a fairly detailed inspection would reveal the deception. With the first stage of cleanup complete, Zoe stood in front of the window staring down at the soaked pile of cloth laying next to the bed. In her mind, she had expected the deception to buy her the time needed to dry it; except, now she was unsure how she had ever expected to accomplish that, given she really had nowhere to hang it up to dry. As she stood staring, she heard Amber's bed creak, and her head whipped up in alarm. "Morning Zoe," Amber said groggily from her bed, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked over inquisitively at Zoe. "Oh, hey Amber," she replied as innocently as she could manage, "I was just trying to decide what to wear today." Amber nodded, fell back on her bed, and stretched. As Zoe watched Amber begin to get up, her hand brushed against her shorts, reminding her they were still soaking wet along with pretty much her entire back side. Quickly Zoe dropped down onto her knees behind the bed and pretended to inspect a blue tank top. Amber trudged off to the bathroom, and Zoe sprung into action the moment the door closed. Pulling off her shorts, she threw them into the pile at her feet then rummaged through her suitcase for something to wear. Zoe searched frantically for her swimsuit bottoms, but she couldn't find them anywhere in her suitcase. When she heard Amber begin to pee into the toilet she knew time was running out. She pulled a pair of lightweight capris out of her suitcase and struggled to pull them on as quickly as possible. When the fabric gave her a rough wedgy she realized she had forgotten panties, but at the same time she heard Amber's stream slow to a trickle and knew she didn't have time for them now. She whipped off her nightshirt and pulled the first top she could find out of her suitcase, a thin lacy white top. As Amber finished washing her hands and began to open the door, Zoe quickly kicked all of her wet sheets and clothes under the bed and stood up. A puzzled smirk came over Amber's face when she left the bathroom and looked over at Zoe. Zoe's heart sank, but she couldn't figure out what had given her away. She prepared to tell Amber a story about how she had dreamed she was using the bathroom, but before she could start, Amber laughed. "Unless you're on your way to visit Jason, you might want to wear something under that top." "What?" Zoe gasped, caught totally by surprise. "At least wear your swimsuit under it!" Zoe looked down to see the sheer material revealing the contours of her chest. "Whoops, I didn't realize it was so... transparent..." Zoe murmured as she bent over to rummage through her suitcase again. This time she extracted a light blue tank top and a white bra and then retreated to the bathroom as quickly as she could. The events of the past several minutes caught up with Zoe as she dressed. As it turned out, she still needed to pee rather badly. When she pulled down her capris she cursed under her breath, realizing she had forgotten to bring panties with her to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she met up with Amber in the main bedroom, and the two headed off to find some breakfast. Chapter 10 ---------- Early that afternoon, the entire group gathered on the beach to discuss the day's plan. Dave, the trip's senior chaperon, covered the details. "This afternoon we'll be hiking through the heart of the island to a plantation left by early settlers of the island. It's a few hours away on foot, and the terrain is pretty rough at points, so we're going to break into three groups. Jason will lead one group along the most difficult, but also the most interesting, path. I'll lead one group along an easier path. And anyone who doesn't feel like walking can wait around and take the bus." As Dave finished speaking, people began shifting around and congregating into the groups Dave had described. Amber put a hand on Zoe's arm, "I'm not sure if I'm up for really rough terrain, you wanna go with Dave?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm not either... but I want to go with Jason. Look, it's fine if you want to go with Dave without me though." Amber pursed her lips, "no, you need my support or you won't get anywhere," she joked, converting her frown into a sly smile. The pair made off towards Jason, around whom only Alexa and Eric had gathered. "Looks like not too many people feel like taking a treacherous hike this afternoon," Jason said with a smile. "Anyway," he continued, "we've got some rented gear back at my cabin, so let's go pick that up and be on our way." At Jason's cabin, the group donned rented hiking boots and backpacks, already filled with an assortment of bottled water, snacks, ropes, bandages and other miscellaneous accessories. At first the going was easy and the trees provided a great deal of shade from the scorching sun. But after 20 minutes, the ground began to rise and the trees thinned out. Soon they arrived at a small creek running along the path, and Jason called for a break. "God damn is it hot," Zoe bitched to Amber, stretching out on some moss next to the creek as she spoke. "Yes, well, whose fault is this again?" Amber retorted jovially as she handed Zoe a half empty water bottle. "Aww, aren't they cute," Zoe said, changing the subject abruptly and pointing across the path. Alexa lay with her head in Eric's lap as he poured cool water into her mouth like a waterfall. It remained cute up until Eric began pouring a little too quickly and Alexa choked, sending a geyser of water into his face. Amber took a cheerful jab at her friend, "Guess you need a little more practice with having your throat full, Alexa." Jason struggled to maintain a straight face while the others broke out laughing. Zoe's thoughts were driven straight to him, but she did her best to force a laugh. This would be a stressful walk if every sexual innuendo kept making her think of Jason, especially with Amber constantly teasing her. "Well, we really need to be going, we don't have a lot of time to spare if we want to meet the others on time," Jason prompted. "OK, justa sec I gotta pee. Alexa, Zoe, either of you coming?" Amber asked. "I'm good," Alexa replied. "Me too," Zoe echoed. In fact, Zoe did have to pee, but she didn't want Amber to see that she wasn't wearing panties. Her capris had been intimately reminding her of that fact every step of the hike, and she didn't need Amber teasing her about that too. When Amber returned she took one last jab at Alexa, "come on, we have to get moving before Eric tries to put something else down your throat." Alexa responded with a friendly tap on the arm, "Don't be jealous because you haven't found a boyfriend of the week yet." "Touché," Amber replied, as Jason and Eric led the group down the path and the three girls followed closely behind. The vegetation remained relatively sparse, and the sun remained absolutely hot, so the group took frequent water breaks as they walked along the stream. About 90 minutes, later they stopped for a rest at a bend in the path. An old wooden bridge crossed the stream and took the path on a course perpendicular to the flowing water. Before sitting down, Zoe looked around impatiently for somewhere to relieve herself. Unfortunately, the thin tree cover offered few sheltered spots; as had been the case at the last two stops. On the up side, she thought, they were more than halfway there and the exercise helped distract her from the need to go. She sipped from her water bottle, willing to trade some discomfort in her bladder now for relief from dehydration later in the day. Jason kept glancing at his watch with concern as the group rested. "Hey guys, we're running a bit behind cause of all of the stops. Drink up now, we're going to need to push it a bit longer between stops to get there in time." Zoe took a long draw from the bottle, strapped her backpack on, and joined the group as they resumed their trek. Once they had cleared the bridge, the undergrowth began to thicken and block out more of the sun. The ground also became rockier as they moved towards a series of valleys that characterized the central region of the island. Within 30 minutes, no sign of the sky remained visible; green sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting an odd tint on everything below. Mentally Zoe noted that the undergrowth provided plenty of cover for her now, but Jason made no indication that he planned to stop anytime soon, and the exercise no longer provided much distraction from her need to go. She, Amber, and Alexa had dropped back just beyond earshot from the boys and walked along chatting idly. "I have to pee," Alexa commented to no one in particular. "So do I, you should ask Jason to stop," Zoe prompted. "How about you ask him?" "I don't really have to go that bad," Zoe lied. "Me neither," Alexa said, much to Zoe's dismay. Alexa didn't know whether she could actually wait, but she also didn't want to be the sole reason for the group to take a break. She could feel moisture between her legs but told herself it was only sweat. The girls walked on in silence, but several minutes later Alexa felt a drop of liquid caress her inner thigh on its way to the ground. She still wanted to believe it was just sweat, but she was so numb from holding that she wasn't sure. "Sorry guys, I've gotta call for a break," she told the other two. Neither had time to respond before Alexa dashed up the path towards the boys, who had disappeared around a bend in the trail. Zoe sighed internally with relief, for she had nearly reached that point herself. Her bladder began to rouse itself as she prepared for the opportunity to go. Alexa came to an abrupt stop when she saw Jason and Eric picking their way gingerly along a narrow rock ledge overlooking a steep, rocky drop to the ground below. The ledge projected only about a foot out from a nearly vertical rock face that stretched up and away. The boys were shuffling along sideways, their faces to the wall with their backpacks sticking out over the ravine. Carefully they moved along from one hand-hold to the next, but both stopped when they saw Alexa round the corner. "Alexa," Jason called out, as Zoe and Amber rounded the bend too, "it looks like this part of the trail got washed out. It's only about 20 feet to the other side, but it gets really narrow here in the middle for a couple feet." "Could we just take a quick break?" Alexa yelled back, struggling to keep her voice calm as she felt another drip run down her leg, less certain than ever that it was just sweat. "We'll take a break on the other side, I want us all to cross together, and it's too dangerous for Eric and me to come back now." Grimacing and praying she could hold it, Alexa stepped cautiously out onto the ledge. She began shuffling along, barely cognizant of her surroundings as she struggled to hold both the rock wall and her bladder. Zoe followed Alexa onto the ledge. She wasn't faring much better; the narrow rock shelf forced her body into an uncomfortable upright position, and the immense dropoff behind her severely limited her ability to squirm or hold herself. The shuffling motion required to move forward tortured her bladder as her legs slid apart and then back together. Halfway to the boys she felt herself losing control as she slid her leading foot forward and spread her legs. Muscles tightened in her abdomen as they tried to force pee out of her bladder. Zoe stopped moving forward immediately and cupped herself between her spread legs with one hand, while the other held the rock in a death grip. Her hand warmed as she grabbed herself, and as her fingers compressed the fabric she felt droplets of liquid squeeze through and drip off. She shivered, having not even realized she had already wet a little. Zoe looked up sheepishly at the others, certain her odd behavior must have been noticed, but thankfully their eyes were glued intently on Alexa as she crossed the rock face. Jason and Eric stood waiting patiently near the middle of the span when the girls finally arrived. As Jason had said, the already skinny path narrowed even more at this point. Jason reached out his hand and Alexa took it thankfully. She slid her right foot further down the path to shuffle through the treacherous spot. As she shifted her weight from left to right she accidentally bumped her shoulder against the rock face. Feeling herself losing balance, she instinctively slid her right foot backwards in an attempt to bring it under her shifting center of mass, but her foot met nothing but air. Her left leg buckled under the expected weight, and she let out a shrill scream as she began sliding down the steep cliff face. Zoe reacted instantly, managing to grab Alexa's flailing left hand as she slipped. Zoe would have easily been dragged from the edge too, had Jason not already been holding Alexa's other hand. But Zoe and Jason still stood facing the rock wall, unable to turn fully around and pull Alexa up due to the bulk of their backpacks sticking out behind them. For the next few seconds everyone stood motionless. Adrenaline coursed through Zoe's blood, and she momentarily tuned out her desperation as she held Alexa with one hand and the rock with the other. The shrill scream had turned into soft sobs of shock, underscored by a low hissing noise and the echoing plip of liquid dripping onto stone. Initially Zoe feared she had lost control, but a quick glance over her shoulder at the waterfall cascading from between Alexa's legs sent such a pang of tension through her own bladder that she knew she still had at least temporary control. That was of little consolation though, for the sound and sight of Alexa wetting herself was almost too much for Zoe to stand. Again she felt her muscles preparing to constrict, but with both hands occupied in a life and death struggle she could not possibly hold herself this time. She engaged in a mental struggle with her body; she felt herself on the verge of an intense spasm and did her absolute best not to move lest she trigger it. Jason interrupted in a shaky voice, "Zoe, on the count of three let's pull her up carefully." The interruption banished the impending spasm. On the count of three she would have a free hand with which to hold herself; what good that would do she wasn't sure, but mentally she clung to it as an escape. Jason continued, "OK. On three. One... Two... THREE." Lifting with all their might, Zoe and Jason pulled Alexa back to the relative safety of the ledge. The group stood in embarrassed silence as Alexa hugged the rock wall while a stream continued running down her legs and over the precipice to the ground far below. The moment Zoe's hand was freed she sunk it between her legs. Not able to help it, she turned her head discretely to look at Alexa, but the vision of the spreading wet patch on Alexa's clothes proved too much, and a dribble of pee slipped from Zoe as she quickly looked away. "OK," Alexa whispered timidly when she had finished. Although still shaking, she managed to make it past the narrowest part of the path this time. Now, Zoe realized with dread, it was her turn; but even with her hand between her legs she could feel herself getting slowly wetter by the second. She looked over at Jason. His face was as white as hers felt, but he couldn't hold her hand because Alexa stood between them on the path. "Here, let me take your hand," Amber offered. Zoe kept her hand in place, unsure what to say, but Jason saved her from having to explain the reason, "No, if she slips you won't be able to hold her by yourself, she'll just pull you down too." Amber hesitated. "It's OK Amber, he's right," Zoe said. Zoe continued to stand still on the ledge, unable to shuffle effectively with one hand between her legs. After several seconds of waiting, Jason spoke up. "Come on Zoe, you can do it, what's wrong?" "I... I have to pee," she said. Jason looked up at the sky with his eyes closed. "Please... God, just go," he begged. Zoe remained frozen against the rock. The others stood motionless as well. Jason swallowed loudly, "I can't catch if you fall... just... go enough so you won't knock yourself over." Too terrified to argue and too desperate to hold longer anyway, she leaned her cheek against the cool rock, closed her eyes, removed her hand and imagined herself sitting safely at home on a toilet. The spasm she had been holding back came unimpeded now, sending a rushing jet of pee straight down her leg. With great relief she milked the spasm, blushing while the urine saturated her socks and pooled in her boots, conscious that everyone was listening to her. Zoe didn't stop going until she had completely finished. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into Jason's, and immediately averted her gaze back to the rock. Feeling much steadier now, she made it across the narrow gap without further incident. Amber followed with no difficulties of her own, and soon the entire group stood safely at the far side, where a short waterfall cascade down into a deep rock pool in the middle of a little clearing. Amber went off in one direction to relieve herself behind some bushes, while Eric immediately began comforting Alexa. Alexa's denim shorts had a dark inverted V stain at the crotch, and her legs had numerous cuts and scratches, but she wasn't seriously hurt; just shocked by the ordeal. Zoe noticed Jason staring at her; the direction of his gaze, unmistakably right at her wet pants, made her uncomfortable. Looking down she saw more than just her wet capris had attracted his attention. Discretely she tried to pull back the soaked fabric plastered against her bare skin. Her movement snapped Jason from his trance. Putting his hand on Zoe's shoulder, he spoke quietly, "Thanks, I'm glad you're OK." Unintentionally Wet Vacation Pt. 03 His hand lingered a bit longer than was appropriate, then, to Zoe's surprise, he wrapped his other arm around her and gave her a tight hug. Comforted by his grasp, Zoe returned the embrace and leaned her head on his shoulder. She felt one of his hands sliding down her back, but made no motion to stop him. His hand crept down until his fingertips were pushing wet fabric against her skin, just below where her panty line should have been. Jason spoke softly into her ear, "Sorry I made you... it'll dry by the time we get there, don't worry." Then he pulled back and walked quickly into the tree cover to relieve himself. Zoe headed over towards Alexa, passing Eric as he too walked towards the bush. "It's OK, we're in this together," she said, trying to comfort Alexa. The two sat in silence for a minute, listening to the steady sound of the waterfall behind them. "Hey, I have an idea! Let's go wading," Zoe exclaimed. She grabbed Alexa's hand and pulled her towards the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. Zoe waded in until the cool water reached just past her waist. She called back to Alexa, who still stood at the edge of the pool. "Come on, it's nice" Alexa shrugged and stepped into the water. She rubbed the clear water over her legs, soothing the cuts and washing herself off. When the others returned, the two girls left the water and the group resumed their trek through the island's wilderness. Unintentionally Wet Vacation Pt. 04 Chapter 11 ------------------------------ Zoe squinted against brilliant rays of sunlight as the forest-covered path came to an abrupt end at the edge of the field. A huge mansion sat on a hilltop far across the rolling fields, and those that had taken alternate routes to the plantation sat waiting on its sprawling lawn. "We made it alive!" Amber exclaimed with mock-glee, skipping down the dirt road through the field and kicking up thick dust that wafted over the others. As they approached the mansion, Zoe ran a hand discretely up the inside of her capris. Her fingers felt little moisture, and she sighed silently with relief, satisfied they were sufficiently dry to avoid attracting attention. They arrived just as the lunch coolers were being unloaded from the bus, and everyone settled down to enjoy a large meal of sandwiches, potato salad, chips and raw vegetables. Zoe, Alexa, and Eric ate together on a blanket under one of the large imported trees in the yard. The harrowing events of the morning's hike had left Zoe exhausted, and before finishing even half her sandwich she had nodded off the sleep. When Zoe eventually awoke, she sat up and ran her tongue along her parched lips. Looking over at her lunch, she noticed ants had long since claimed ownership of her half sandwich, but she reached thirstily for the capped bottle of water next to it. Groggily she made her way towards the front door of the house, walking past a small group playing with a Frisby. She walked down the deserted front hallway, pausing briefly at a doorway to watch Amber and several of the others playing cards around a table. Joining them would take too much mental energy for the moment she thought, so she continued down the hallway and up the stairs to the back deck. As she neared the top of the stairs, she froze when she saw Jason laying on his back tanning himself on a large beach towel. Butterflies raced through her stomach, and she considered turning around and quietly descending the stairs, but then she steeled her nerves and walked softly out onto the sunny deck. Jason made no movement until Zoe's shadow fell across his face. She received a quizzical look as she lay down on the deck next to him, but he remained flat on his back. She propped herself up on her elbow and lay with her legs crossed in a pose she hoped was appropriately seductive. "Hi..." she started, willing him to take the conversation forward from there. Jason cleared his throat and replied with an awkward "Hi" of his own. For several eternally-long seconds Zoe lay just looking over at him, but then to her relief he continued, "So, what are your plans for the summer?" A generic question to be sure, but Zoe welcomed the interest its asking implied. At first they stumbled through awkward and floundering conversation, but with the sun as their only witness it gradually improved through the late afternoon. After well over an hour, conversation finally died out, but a true feeling of connection arose within Zoe's chest for the first time as she met Jason's eyes in the silence. Her eyelids drooped, and she leaned in close. Fire flowed under her skin as she pressed her lips to his. Initially he gave no response to her touch, and Zoe again contemplated retreat; but she felt too committed at this point. Still feeling no response, she opened her eyes and stared straight into his. Finally, she felt him respond; a tongue pressed against her lips, which she parted hungrily to accept. Zoe shifted herself and straddled Jason's waist, momentarily breaking their tantalizing kiss. As she lowered her bottom against his crotch she felt his hardness poorly concealed beneath his shorts. The absence of her panties sent a naughty thrill through her. One of Jason's hands pressed against her back and bent her forward until she was resting against his muscular chest. She felt Jason gasp as the movement caused friction against his flesh. Inspired, she started grinding against him intentionally; physically it did little for her, but Jason's hands tightened on her back and he lay with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted as she slid herself back and forth. Zoe began to gyrate her hips faster and tried to dig in even deeper. Not quite sure what to do with her hands, she started rubbing his chest; he responded in kind and the feeling of his large hands tugging against her body made her shiver. She sat upright, giving him better access. The new position allowed her to rub against him even harder as his fingers gently skimmed over the top of her breasts and rubbed her hard nipples through the fabric. She gripped his wrists and held his hands against her as she continued to ride. Jason moaned and bucked his hips. Feeling herself losing balance, she let go of his wrists and threw out her hands to the deck to catch herself. She laughed as he flattened back to the ground and brought his knees up against her back; giving her a wide grin in response. Zoe started to slide her hips back against him again, but went still when Jason gave her a firm pat on the behind. She lay still, resting her head on his chest, and impulsively tickled him with her tongue. The gentle rolling motion as he breathed heavily made her feel as if she were floating with the clouds. Several minutes later, a shaking motion of the deck beneath them startled her back to reality as footsteps sounded on the wooden stairs. She whipped her head around and stared with wide eyes at the top of the stairway. The intruder hadn't emerged yet, but was quickly approaching. Rolling off Jason as fast as she could, she pretended to lay innocently next to him on the deck. She felt exposed laying on the rough planking, without so much as a sunning towel beneath her. Her eyes snapped shut; pretending to be asleep would give her an excuse to make no acknowledgment of the new arrival. The footsteps thumped past her on the deck. When they stopped, she squinted through one eye and observed Amber standing against the railing looking out at the sinking sun. Relief flooded through Zoe. Amber glanced back, giving a smile and a wink as she saw Zoe peeking. Waiting for Amber to speak, Zoe suddenly felt an unusual coolness between her legs as a chill breeze rolled in off the ocean. Startled, she reached down and rested a hand as inconspicuously as she could between her legs. The crotch of her capris was undoubtedly quite damp to the touch. With great curiosity and more than a little bewilderment, she raised her fingers to her nose and smelled them. The liquid didn't smell like urine. Baffled, she turned her head to look at Jason. Then she noticed the dark patch on top of his shorts. Immediately she understood what had happened. She knew she had made him cum - even naïve, inexperienced Zoe had recognized that – but then they had rested together for at least ten or so minutes, allowing it to soak through his clothing and into hers. Could she get pregnant from this? She didn't really know, but the possibility made her nervous. Her thoughts were interrupted by Amber's voice. "Hey guys, Dave sent me to tell you that it's time to head out." Chapter 12 ------------------------------ The sky was black and the hour late when Zoe and Amber finally made it back to their cabin. To Zoe's concealed amazement and horror, housekeeping had changed the linens on her bed and carefully repositioned the clothing she had strategically placed that morning to hide the wet spots. The two girls wasted no time in preparing for bed. Shortly after extinguishing the lights, Zoe cleared her throat, but Amber interrupted before she could speak. "Just go do it." "Do what?" Zoe responded innocently. "I saw you two on the deck today, you can't tell me you're too scared now." Zoe let out a nervous chuckle, "I guess that means you would... if you were in my position, I mean." "Hah, of course. In fact, if you really want, I'd be more than happy to go and pretend to be you." A silence descended on the room as Zoe thought to herself, trying to resolve a deep internal conflict. Amber interrupted her thoughts, "So, are you going or what? Because if not..." "Yeah yeah, I guess so," Zoe answered meekly. Silence again filled the room. Zoe lay still in her bed, still contemplating. "Trying to teleport yourself?" Amber asked after a minute. Zoe sighed and got out of bed, "I swear Amber, if I ever regret doing this I'm going to blame you for it." She walked quickly to the door as Amber laughed. Once outside, the chill night air enveloped her. The short hairs on her bare arms stood on end, and her nipples stiffened against the fabric of her nightshirt. After pausing briefly to collect herself, she started out along the dark path. Zoe left the path when it began opening out to form the clearing containing Jason's cabin. She skirted the edge of the open space, stumbling through the sparse undergrowth in the dark. She held no expectation that the door would be unlocked, but gave it a try anyway. Unsurprisingly, the door knob resisted her attempt to open it, but she was undeterred. Slipping around the side of the cabin, Zoe inspected the open window. No light radiated from within. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the screen and hoisted herself precariously onto the window ledge. By the time she dropped to the floor on the other side she was breathing heavily; from exertion, from fear, and, in no small part, from anticipation. She sat against the wall under the window and breathed deeply and slowly; trying to regain her breath without making too much noise as her eyes adjusted to the cabin's dark interior. Eventually, the shape of two beds took form; but which to approach? She had foolishly forgotten that Jason must have a cabinmate, and for a few moments she seriously entertained the notion of calling off the whole thing. Minutes slipped away as she sat. Finally her own indecisiveness started to anger her. Why had she come this far if she wasn't going to continue? And if she was going to continue, why wait any longer? With that thought, she arose and padded softly towards one of the beds. Zoe peered intently at the sleeping figure, leaning in as close as she dared to get a better look. She couldn't be certain, but she didn't think the sleeping form quite resembled Jason. Turning around, she looked into the other bed. The sleeping form in this bed lay facing her, and it was most definitely Jason. After tiptoeing to the other side of the bed, Zoe lifted the covers and slipped in behind Jason's unconscious body. Having no idea what to do next, she lay hoping Jason would take the initiative as he had earlier. But he didn't; he just lay there, obviously still asleep. She scooted closer and briefly touched her hand to his warm skin. When that move elicited no response, she proceeded to place her hand more firmly upon his hip. Starting to get desperate, Zoe snuggled even closer and began kissing the back of his neck. Jason finally stirred; unfortunately, she didn't quite receive the romantic welcome she had envisioned. "Ouch!" she hissed, when Jason, attempting to swat whatever was crawling on his neck, smacked her across the face. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed as he twisted around in response to the unexpected presence in his bed. "Jesus, Zoe? Is that you?" he whispered. At that moment Zoe began to break down; she was stunned, her face stung and she felt as if her world was quickly falling apart. Jason wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. "Zoe, shh, it's OK, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were there, I didn't mean to..." he comforted as he hugged her close. His arms covered her and pulled her against his body. Her heaving chest pressed against his, and she curled her head under his chin, resting it on him. She laying shivering for several more seconds before finally calming down. "What's wrong Zoe, why are you here?" Jason asked, his responsibility as mentor and chaperon kicking in first and foremost. "I...," The question astounded Zoe; if that wasn't obvious to him, perhaps he regretted what they had done earlier on the deck? No suitable response came to mind. "Well... I guess I screwed this up," she said flatly. But then, thinking back to earlier, she leaned in and kissed him without another word. To her relief, he returned the kiss wholeheartedly. Zoe could feel his erection through their clothes, pressed tightly against her thigh. As their kiss continued, Jason began to grind against her with small, barely perceptible movements, but, when Zoe began to rub back in response, Jason broke off the kiss. "Zoe, we can't do this here, my roommate..., it's too just too risky," he tried to explain, "you should go back now, I can't get caught with you." "Come back with me?" she implored. "You have a roommate too," he reminded her, "I'd be just as screwed if she caught us." "She won't care, she already knows anyway, it'll be fine, I promise" When Jason didn't respond, Zoe reached down and caressed him. "Come on Jason..." Zoe murmured, tugging at him as if to pull him towards the door. "Well... OK, let's go," Jason relented. "Let me go first," he instructed, "if I don't come back inside in 15 seconds then it's clear and you can come out. I'll meet you at your cabin." Jason shifted silently out of the bed, glanced over at his roommate, then left through the front door. With a sense of growing excitement, Zoe counted to 15 in her head, then counted off five more seconds just for good measure, then slipped out the door. She didn't see Jason anywhere, but after quickly rounding the corner of the building, she ran carefully back to the main path. Jason materialized from a dark patch of brush alongside the path as she approached her own cabin. "You first," he said, wrapping his arms loosely around her. "You're my first," she said giddily, high with excitement, as she playfully slipped through his arms and opened the door. Peaking inside, Zoe noticed that Amber appeared to be sleeping peacefully. She bounded blissfully over to her bed and hopped under the covers. Jason, after shutting the door as quietly as he could, joined her moments later. Zoe immediately attacked Jason with the pent up passion and stress of the past several days. He settled down on top as they began a long kiss. She squirmed under him; he was heavy, but at that moment his crushing weight reassured her more than anything she had ever felt. Jason pushed himself up and straddled her, one knee on each side of her slim form. His hands reached down and began groping her through the thin nightshirt. The shirt rode up on her chest as she arched her back and pressed her navel up against his crotch. Zoe's hands wandered over the front of his boxers, and she gripped him through the damp fabric. She hadn't gone through all this effort just to handle him through his clothes, but his position made it impossible to remove them. So she did the next best thing; she slid her hand into the front slit in his boxers and wrapped her dainty fingers around his thick form. Although already slick and slippery, she managed to pull it out through the opening. Jason moaned when she began a slow steady stroke with one hand; the other hand soon found itself inside her pajama bottoms. One of Jason's hands left her chest and slowly caressed the length of her body. It cupped the hand between her legs from outside her clothing, and he began manipulating her movements, forcing her finger in and out in time to the strokes he felt on his shaft. This had continued for several minutes when Jason suddenly pulled back, slipping his member from her grasp. He reached under her arms and pulled her up into a sitting position. "Time for a change of attire," he whispered softly in her ear before grabbing the bottom of her night shirt and pulling up on it. Taking the hint, Zoe lifted her arms and allowed him to pull it off. Jason leaned in and began to flick his hot tongue across her skin. Not to be left behind, Zoe tugged down on his boxers. "All right," he grinned, "let me get these off." While Jason jumped out of the bed to remove his boxers, Zoe finished undressing and eagerly resumed rubbing herself. Jason rejoined her in the bed and displaced her hand with his own, "let me take care of that," he said as he proceeded to plant kisses all over her body. Zoe was quickly nearing climax, but she wanted more. "Can you put it in?" she asked quietly. "I didn't bring any condoms," he whispered regretfully, "are you on the pill?" "what pill? Oh, um, no... sorry I forgot..." "Shh, it's all right," Jason silenced her with a kiss, "how about I just pull out?" "Um, I guess so," she agreed uncertainly. She lay tensely, waiting. "It's all right, just relax," he whispered as he repositioned himself. Zoe felt her outer lips forced apart as the head entered, then felt her body contour itself to the shaft as it slid in deeper. He slipped all the way in when he leaned forward to kiss her, and a silent gasp from deep within her met the kiss. His lips brushed loosely against hers as he began a rhythmic thrusting; heavy breath flooding over her mouth with each stroke. The steady thrust of Jason's hips against her, the warmth of his breath, and the closeness of his embrace made her feel completely safe; she could have frozen herself in this moment forever and been eternally happy. Soon though, heat rose within her core and she felt her face flush. Wrapping her legs and arms around Jason, she pulled him even tighter against her body. She began actively pushing back to meet his thrusts. As she came, she clung to him with all her might. She could see nothing, hear nothing, and smell nothing; all she could do was feel, and she held tight as if nothing else mattered as her body shook. Chapter 13 ------------------------------ Zoe awoke the following morning to an empty bed. Initially she wondered if the previous night had all been a dream, but she was naked, the bed was damp, and the room still smelled faintly of sex - a smell she had never known before but instinctively recognized beyond a doubt. Thankfully, Amber had left the cabin already, so Zoe had a few minutes to herself to gather her thoughts. The events of the previous night still seemed like a wondrous dream, but for some reason a cloud of doubt lingered over her mind. As her head cleared, she remembered... **** When Zoe regained her senses she felt Jason laying motionless on the bed behind her. She rolled over, wrapping her arms around him and hugged tightly. She saw Jason leaning in towards her, and closed her eyes in preparation for a passionate kiss, but his face slipped past, their cheeks rubbing together as his mouth moved to her ear. "Zoe, I'm sorry... I came," he whispered into her ear. Zoe snuggled in closer, "me too," she giggled. "I mean, I didn't, couldn't, pull out," he clarified, "you were wrapped around me too tightly..." Zoe stopped wriggling against him. Hesitantly she reached down and briefly slipped a finger inside herself. The fluid there felt far more vicious than normal. Her heart sank as the physical evidence confirmed what she hadn't wanted to believe. She pulled back her hand, wiping it against the bed sheet. "Oh," was all she had the emotional strength to muster. She scooted back on the bed, separating herself from Jason. Seconds earlier she had wanted Jason at her side forever, but suddenly he represented one of her greatest fears. Now she wanted, no, needed, nothing more than to be alone for a few minutes to collect herself. Jason reached his arms around and touched her, "Look, it'll be alright, tomorrow I'll..." Zoe interrupted, moving back further so his arms fell from her shoulder, "I think you should head back, your roommate might see that you're gone." Unintentionally Wet Vacation Pt. 04 "It's OK... I can stay longer, he's asleep" "Please... go" Zoe lay on her back staring at the ceiling as Jason gathered his clothing from the floor in the dark. Before leaving, he bent over and gave her a kiss, which she allowed but didn't return wholeheartedly. "Good night Zoe," he said as he left her bedside. **** Zoe cringed, a sinking feeling returning to her stomach. She, and Jason, could both be in deep trouble now. She felt bad about having kicked him out last night, but didn't regret it. She had needed the time to herself. She extricated herself from the tangled sheets and quickly dressed herself in the middle of the room. Stepping into the cool morning air, she saw people from the school gathered around some picnic tables eating a light breakfast. She grabbed a bowl and some cereal and walked over to join Amber and Jason at one of the tables. The bravery that had propelled her headfirst through the events of the previous night had fled with the darkness, and her thoughts churned as she walked over to the table. She had always been nervous around Jason, but now the situation had changed. Before, she could simply have ignored him, but no longer. Upon arriving at the table, Zoe selected a seat next to Amber and across from Jason; close enough to show she wanted to sit near him, but far enough away to avoid raising eyebrows. After a perfunctory round of "Good Mornings," Zoe settled down to eat her breakfast in silence, with only occasional glances in Jason's direction; he appeared to be doing much the same. Amber, however, refused to leave Zoe to her thoughts. "You're pretty quiet this morning Zoe, didn't sleep well?" Zoe gave a shallow laugh and shook her head, trying to use her eyes to convey to Amber that the matter should be left alone. She couldn't bring it up in public, for Jason's sake if nothing else. "No, give me a break, I'm still waking up... I slept fine last night." But Amber refused to take the hint. She raised her eyebrows playfully and continued to tease, "Ah lucky you, the wildlife kept me up for a while, didn't you hear them?" Jason sat looking very uncomfortable, but Zoe refused to play along, "No guess not, I was too busy, uh, sleeping to notice I guess." Dave's loud voice interrupted Amber's attempt to continue the charade. "Listen up everyone, we've only got 45 minutes before the boat leaves to take us snorkeling, finish up your food, get dressed and meet us down at the water in 30." When Dave finished, Jason stood up and began clearing his place. As he prepared to leave the table, he leaned over towards Zoe and spoke quietly. "I'm not gonna be going with you guys today, I'm heading into town to pick up some things, let's talk at your cabin when you guys get back." "Oh, alright," Zoe replied, unsure whether to be relieved or dismayed. "Have fun," he called out as he walked off towards his cabin. Chapter 14 ------------------------------ The sun sat low in the sky when the group finally got back from snorkeling. The tropical fish had been intriguing, but Zoe's mind had been elsewhere for most of the day. She and Amber trudged through the sand - still scorching hot from the afternoon sun - and into the cooler shade of the trees surrounding their cabin. Zoe had just finished changing out of her suit, and Amber was still changing in the bathroom, when a knock sounded at the door. Jason motioned Zoe out when she opened the door. "So, I went into the town today. I couldn't find any Plan B," he started. Zoe drew a sharp breath and a chill ran down her spine. He quickly continued, "don't worry, I got some leads on another place I can check tomorrow morning." "Will that be soon enough?" she asked with concern. "Yeah, don't worry, it should be fine." Zoe wrapped her arms around him and held tight while Jason gently returned her embrace. She was still worried, but Jason had protected her before and she believed he would again.