****** Sweet Sixteen by Shiversilk, shiversilk@go.com ******
===============================================================================

Sweet Sixteen


This is partly a true story and partly fiction. I will leave you to guess at
which part is which, but I will tell you this. First, no names have been
changed. Second, I really am a wetter, in public and in private. Third, I am bi
and most of my friends are too, and we are all very close. So there you go.

This is my story and no one else's! If you wanna archive it somewhere, contact
me.

I'm really interested in learning about other peoples' experiences. Please feel
free to mail me at shiversilk@go.com to tell me about yourself or to comment on
my stories.

Luv ya all, Jill. Oct. 22/99

* * *

Sweet Sixteen

This took place at my sweet sixteen party. I had invited a number of my friends
over for an evening. The bathrooms were "Out of order because the water's shut
off," I told them, and made sure that everyone had plenty to drink. No one got
too desperate, though, unfortunately, and so no one snuck off to pee. At
eleven, the party started to disperse, except for the one girl I had invited
for a sleepover, Krisse. She is just a little younger then me. We have had an
off-again-on-again relationship, sort of, never doing anything but occasionally
feeling each other up. But tonight, I had decided, would be the night I moved
our relationship further. And I wanted to introduce her to wetting too, if she
didn't already know.. So all night I had been spiking her drinks with vodka.
After the first couple, she was very loose, and drank right down whatever I put
in her hand the moment I did so. I too had been drinking a lot, though not
liquor.

To set the stage, once all the other girls had gone home, the only other person
in the house was my ten-year-old sister, Andrea. She knew sort of what I
planned to do and had agreed to stay away. My parents were out for the night
and wouldn't be back until at least two, if not later. So I had three hours to
play with.

Krisse and I were sitting outside on the patio. We have an outdoor hot tub, so
both of us were in bikinis. Hers was red, with a strapless top and full bottom.
Mine was green, with two triangles in front of my breasts joined by small
straps, a triangle over my pussy, and a triangle over my ass, joined by small
straps. We hadn't been in the water for a while, though, so we were pretty much
dry. Krisse was not totally drunk, but definitely tipsy and lightheaded. We
were a little chilly, but didn't want to go in, so we snuggled together for
warmth and ended up with Krisse sitting on my lap with her legs around my waist
and her chest facing mine.

I poured Krisse another drink, plain pop this time since she could see me
pouring, and she drank it down quickly. Then she squirmed a little. "Oh, shit,
I really have to piss," she said, smiling, but made no move to get up and
settled back into my lap after a moment.

"Yeah, the water oughtta be on soon," I lied, and tightened my arms around her.
She laid her head on my shoulder and I sighed.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said, and I jumped for joy inwardly, because
this was just what I'd been hoping she'd ask."

"Oh," I sighed, "I was just thinking about how tomorrow I'll be 'Sweet Sixteen
and never been kissed.'" I made a face. "What a cliché." I shifted a little, so
my chest rubbed hers and my pelvic bone bumped her pussy a little. Then I laid
my head against hers on my shoulder. "Know anyone willing to do the job?" I
asked.

She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "Yeah," she said softly. She moved
towards me a little and kissed my cheek, then the other. Then my eyes. Finally,
she kissed the right corner of my mouth. She tilted her head and kissed the
left. Then she placed her lips gently on mine. I never had been kissed before,
so this was all new to me. I could feel my bikini bottoms getting wet, and not
because I had to pee.

I gasped at the sensation as she nibbled my lower lip a little, then licked it
gently. She took advantage of my open mouth to thrust her tongue once into my
mouth, then withdrew. I could taste her, the coke she'd been drinking, and a
flavour that might have been the vodka. She thrust her tongue back into my
mouth and ran it along mine, then over the roof of my mouth. I tentatively
moved my tongue and pressed it on hers. She moved hers back into her mouth and
I followed with mine. We kissed for about five minutes, slowly, she learning my
mouth and I learning how to kiss for the first time ever. Then I moved my mouth
away from hers and licked the side of her neck, up to her ear, which I sucked
on lightly.

She moaned and thrust her pussy against my tummy a little, rubbing gently for a
moment before moving her head away from mine and leaning forward. She pushed me
so I was laying flat on the ground with her sitting on me. Then she leaned down
so her head was over my breasts. My nipples were partly hard from my first
kisses, and she leaned over the right one and just breathed on it. I could feel
it tightening and an answering tingle between my legs as she moved to the left
and breathed again. She continued for about a minute, then finally placed her
tongue on the underside of my right breast. She dragged it upward slowly,
dampening the fabric as she went, and moved over my nipple. Then she did the
same to the other side. I was rubbing my thighs together out of excitement, my
crotch was soaking from my juices, and I had let a little spurt of pee go when
she first touched my nipple. I could feel her pussy on my leg from time to time
and she was damp too, though I didn't know if she'd peed at all yet. I sat up
slowly until we were again level, then leaned forward and pulled her strapless
top down to her waist with my index fingers, trailing them along her sides
where she was ticklish. She squirmed and I felt her crotch dampen a little. An
answering warmth swelled between my legs. Krisse had just wet on me! I
pretended I didn't notice anything, though, and brought my hands back up her
sides lightly. Again she wet, this time a bit more, but I ignored it again and
bent my head to take in one of her breasts in my mouth. She groaned and arched
backwards as I sucked gently, then moved to the other breast to suckle again.
She had beautiful breasts and the nipples hardened in my mouth. I went back to
kissing her, my hands roaming her back. She brought hers up and removed my top,
massaging my already heavy breasts.

Then I moved my hand down to her crotch and started rubbing. Fast.

And she came.

She screamed, but we were still kissing so I muffled most of it with my own
mouth. At the end of it, I felt her relax completely, and then I tickled her a
little bit again. And she peed. It wasn't a really hard stream, so it started
off by puddling in her spandexy bottoms. I pressed my finger against them and
it spread, flooding out the side onto me, wetting her completely and turning my
green suit dark and transparent enough to see my pussy hair. Her head came up
as she started, and after about twenty seconds I felt the stream slow as she
tried to stop, but she couldn't. Then she tried to scramble off me, but I held
her tight and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. I couldn't keep a little
spurt of my own from coming, but stopped it. God, Krisse had a huge bladder -
she must have peed for a minute and a half, and we were both soaked and sitting
in a puddle of pee when she finished.

I opened my eyes, and looked up, flushed, with my heart racing. Her eyes met
mine and I knew she knew about wetting, knew that I was getting off on this as
much as what else we'd done.

Slowly she reached down and pulled my drenched bottoms off. She adjusted
herself so that I was sitting straddling her legs, with my pussy out and aimed
for her tummy. Then she licked her finger and put it in me. I moaned and
thrashed, and she added a second, then a third. I was panting now, so close,
and then she pressed my throbbing clit with one hand at the same time as she
pushed my belly with the other. I exploded with pee at the same time as my
orgasm ran through me. A hard stream shot straight at her tummy, running above
her bellybutton as I arched backwards, trying to support myself with my hands.
I was trembling with aftershocks. When my pee stream slowed down, I slumped
back against her legs, the last trickles running over us.

Krisse surprised me then by pissing a little more, straight at my pussy. She
hit my clit and sent me off again, on a gentler wave, and I came back slowly.

Krisse had me held against her, our hearts beating together, my pussy close
enough to be tickled by her pussy hair. "God," I breathed, and trickled a tad
more pee onto her. "Did you... do you..." I tried.

"Do I wet myself?" she finished for me. "Yes. Never at school, of course, but
at home, in the mall... I once wet the seat at the movie theatre with you right
beside me," she confessed. "Remember when we snuck in? I was just so excited,
watching you watch this dirty movie, that I couldn't hold it. Thank God I was
wearing black."

I grinned, remembering the day. I'd drunk a big coke and had been bursting so
bad that when I got to the bathroom I'd had to just sit on the seat in my
pants. We both have a fondness for black, obviously for the same reason. I told
her so.

She laughed. "Yes," she said, then grinned mischievously. "Is there anything
playing at the theatres tomorrow?"

"Let's go inside and check," I said. "The paper's in my bedroom."

* * *

I hope you liked that; I have more adventures of me and Krisse to share. We had
a long, wet relationship.

Remember, shiversilk@go.com

This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories.
You may also want to visit:
    * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites
    * Sexy_Top_100_Stories