She knew her boyfriend and his pals were just inside at the party but she didn’t care. Bob was HOT and she had wanted for a long time to to get to know him a little better. It started as some innocent chat outside on the patio but soon turned into some hot and heavy petting. They were both a little drunk and that lead to things getting a little out of hand. He played with her firm breasts under her shirt rolling her erect nipple between his fingers. She was getting very horney and was wondering just how far this might go. She rubbed his hardon through his jeans and was afraid if she did it much longer he might blow his load right into his underwear. Suddenly she heared voices approching. She climbed over the rail and hid in the bushes by the edge of the patio not wanting to be caught making out with someone other than her boyfriend. She could not go far as the bushes were thick and full of thorns so she squatted down and sat very still hoping no one would notice her. It was pretty dark out there so she figured she was safe. She heard several male voices talking on the patio one of which she recognized as her boyfriend. She was listening to their conversation. Something about the girls taking too long in the bathroom. Then she noticed they were all moving up to the edge of the railing. Suddenly she realized they had come out onto the patio to take a leak.

She watched in horror as six guys lined up at the rail and began to unzip their pants. She was trapped. She knew if she tried to move she would make a lot of noise and they would discover her hiding. She could yell for them to wait but again this would mean her being caught and losing her boyfriend for sure. Her only other choice was to sit there and pray they missed her as they peed. Today was not her lucky day. She watched as they took their places along the rail. She was looking at six very drunk guys who were about to unleash a river of piss. She looked down at her brand new outfit wondering if she would ever get the smell out. Then she closed her eyes and waited. The first stream caught her right in the face. It was hot and powerful and smelled strongly of beer. Then one by one the guys cut loose. She was being drenched. She felt her clothes getting heavy as they became saturated with urine. Even her hair was being covered in piss. It was almost as if they were aiming at her. She wondered if they were ever going to stop peeing. Slowly the streams died down and she watched as each guy finished and gave his cock a little shake before putting them away. When they left she looked around but even Bob was gone. She was in no shape to return to the party so she worked her way out of the bushes and started walking home. Good thing she only lived a couple of blocks away and her parents were gone for the weekend. She too was now feeling a powerful need to pee as she had drunk her fair share of beer too. She finally figured “what the heck” it was not like she could do any more harm. So she stopped where she was and relaxed letting her bladder go. She felt the warm pee running down her legs and watched as it formed a puddle at her feet. When she finished she walked around the back of her house and stripped off her clothes leaving them in a pile at the back door. She hurried inside and climbed into the shower. Afterward she gathered the pile of still dripping clothes up and threw them into the washer. She washed them twice and then dried them but as she was putting them away she noticed her panties were missing. She went back outside and looked around but they were no where to be found. The next morning the phone woke her up. It was her boyfriend asking why she left the party without telling him. She made up an excuse saying she didn’t feel good and had to leave in a hurry. He told her he would stop by later and see how she was feeling. That evening her boyfriend dropped by but only stayed a few minutes then told her he had to go and would see her tomorrow. She walked into her bedroom and saw a newspaper laying on her bed. As she picked it up she noticed something was circled. It was the weather forecast “100% change of evening showers” it read…as she opened unfolded the paper something fell out. It was her soaking wet panties. The Bastard…he’ll get his. But that’s another story.

Fiction by Wetman