Stuart Atkins
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Are You Really Twenty Two? Chapter Two
🕑 Added 2020-11-15 08:09:10 +0000 UTCChapter Two
The taxi ride was torture. Amelia couldn’t get comfortable, despite her repeated efforts to do so. She was shifting and squirming in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her legs. Lucas clearly thought that the whole thing was ridiculous, as he looked at her with disapproval in his eyes. She couldn’t really blame him. If the roles had been reversed and he’d been on the verge of wetting his pants, she would almost certainly be teasing him about it. At least he wasn’t doing anything to make the situation worse.
Each minute bump in the road was agonizing for Amelia. She knew she was really in trouble when she felt a spurt escape into her knickers. She’d opted for a tiny red thong tonight, so a second spurt would be sure to soak through.
‘Anywhere along here is fine,’ Amelia announced to the taxi driver. Fumbling in her purse she paid him and got out of the cab, with Lucas following behind her.
‘What are you doing? We’re still ten minutes away from home,’ said Lucas.
‘I know, but I was a bit worried that, well, you know,’ said Amelia.
‘Seriously?’ said Lucas as the taxi drove away, leaving them alone on the road. ‘It’s that bad?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Amelia, embarrassed, as she started walking in the direction of her home. ‘But it’s a £250 fine if you make a mess in the back of a taxi.’
‘I thought you were a big girl?’ teased Lucas.
‘Oh shut up,’ replied Amelia weakly.
The truth was, now that she was able to stand up and was on the move, it didn’t feel quite as bad as it had in the taxi. If it hadn’t been for the dampness in her knickers, she’d have found it hard to believe that she felt the need to get out. However, she had, and now they had a ten minute walk ahead of them. The first three minutes or so were uneventful. However, the change in position could only alleviate Amelia’s desperation for so long, and when it came back it seemed even more intense than before. Amelia doubled over in pain. Lucas put a hand on her shoulder.
‘Why don’t you go and have a wee over there?’ he said, pointing to a hedge at the side of the pavement. ‘I’ll keep watch for you.’
‘I’m not a bloody toddler!’ she screamed at him, tears in her eyes. He recoiled slightly at her sudden outburst, but then Amelia gasped as the dampness in her crotch turned to undeniable saturation. Without thinking, she spread her legs slightly. Lucas watched in astonishment as his 22 year old girlfriend stood in the street and wet herself. A cascade was falling onto the pavement from beneath her dress. Streaks of urine ran down her legs and into her boots, or rather, the boots that she had borrowed from a housemate. Her tears were flowing freely now, as all the shame and humiliation of her primary school accident re-emerged, only now, it was so much worse.
Neither of them spoke for some time. Amelia couldn’t even bring herself to acknowledge that Lucas was there. She looked down instead, at the boots that she would surely have to replace. Eventually, Lucas broke the silence.
‘Are you sure about that?’ he asked.
