One Shot - First Date

Hey everyone! Every now and again I'll throw in little self-contained stories I'll be labeling as "One Shots". These story's will just be shorts with no additional chapters. In the future I might do a poll as to what One Shot you want to see expanded on, but we'll get there when we get there. For now, enjoy the first One Shot - First Date!

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“Go awaaay” I sleepily groaned at my phone which was determined to ruin my afternoon nap. I knew I shouldn’t nap, so often...but what else was I going to do between school and this date?

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“Uuuugh” I rolled over slowly, grabbed my phone and managed to open my eyes. My vision was still blurry but when I started to focus in I saw two very bad things:

1. The time
2. The texts

For some background, I met this boy at school the other day and we really hit it off. He was sweet and cute and just a really nice guy, so when he asked me to go on a date tonight I gladly said yes. We were meant to meet at this little Italian place near my house at 7pm. Well, it was 7:05pm, and I was still in bed having a nap. He had texted me a few times saying:

5:00pm: Hey Sophia, looking forward to seeing you tonight. 7pm right?

6:00pm: Hello?

6:30pm: Hope we’re still on tonight, you’re probably just getting ready or something!

6:45pm: Leaving now, see you soon?

7:05pm: Hello? I’m here...

“Fuck” I ripped off my blanket and jumped out of bed. Quickly looking in the mirror, I could see that I definitely looked like I had just woken up, and was not going out looking like that. With speed I took a brush to my hair in one hand and in the other replied to the text. I said:

7:08pm: Hey!!! Sorry I’m such a doofus, I lost track of time I’ll be right there! Don’t eat all the bread sticks! ;)

After I finished brushing my hair, I thought it still looked like shit so I put it up in a ponytail and left it at that. I didn’t usually wear much makeup anyways so I threw a small amount on and grabbed my purse. Right as I was about to leave I realized I shouldn’t wear pajama pants to a first date, and ran back inside. He replied:

7:12pm: Aha no worries, I was worried you had forgotten about me! See you soon, no promises about the bread sticks. ;)

I smiled, and put my phone down. With one motion I tore off my pjs and kicked them into my laundry. Then I grabbed my tight blue jeans and pulled them up. They were so tight that the button struggled to do up, and once I had them fully on, the tightness put the pressure on my bladder and I realized...I really needed to pee. 

I rolled my eyes and walked to the bathroom, then looked at the time. 7:20pm, already left him waiting there alone for 20 minutes. I could hold it. 

Quickly I grabbed my phone and my purse and finally got out the door. Thankfully the restaurant was not that far away, so with some luck on the green lights I could get there in under 10 minutes. I jumped in my car and started the engine, then shot him another text:

7:21pm: Leaving now, be there shortly. Again I’m really really sorry!!

I backed out of my driveway and headed out. The seat belt added extra pressure on my bladder and I was starting to feel really desperate. I could make it to the restaurant though. 

The drive was not the quickest but not slow either, and I arrived at the restaurant at 7:35pm. I looked into the dining area and saw him sitting alone in a booth. Then I glanced over to the washroom. It was a small restaurant with only one single bathroom so usually you’d have to wait, and someone was already in line so I thought I’d go say hi first at least. Clenching my legs tight together, I walked over to him. When he saw me his eyes lit up and he smiled, I smiled back and waved.

“Hey!” I said “I’m so sorry I’m late, I’m such a ditz.” He got up and we hugged, I couldn’t help but notice how nicely he smelled. 

“That’s alright, you’re here! That’s all that matters” he replied sweetly.

We both sat down and I crossed my legs, squeezing tight. The pain from my bladder was making me feel really nervous, and I kept glancing over to the bathroom to see if the line had moved.

He started some small talk, asked about my schooling and work and family. Typical stuff, and I reciprocated with the same. There was a moment when he was talking that I looked over at the toilet, only to see two more people stood in line. I rolled my eyes, which made him stop talking. 

“I’m sorry, was that not okay to say?” He was a little offended, I could tell, but he was being nice about it.

“Oh no! Sorry, was just thinking about something else, please continue”

“No it’s okay, why don’t you tell me more about you? What’re your hobbies and interests?” 

My only interest at this point was getting to a toilet before I pissed my pants. The pressure from my jeans was too much, I thought maybe if I undid the top bottom it would help…

“Um I’m really into music, I collect vinyl with my dad.” As I said that I unbuttoned my jeans. The pressure was better, and I got some relief. However I realized that my relief was followed by a quickly escaping stream of pee. I must’ve relaxed a little too much, but as soon as I felt the warm wet pee saturate my panties, I clenched up and my posture went completely upright. My hand shot to my crotch, and slid between my crossed legs. He must’ve noticed, because he gave me a concerned look.

“You okay there?” He asked. I wasn’t certain what the damage was, I needed to look fast. 

“Hello Sir and Madame, have you decided what you’d like for your meals tonight?” The waiter popped up and surprised us both. I jumped and another jet of pee escaped me. He gestured to me to order, and I thought this might have been my opportunity. When he was ordering, I’d have a quick look down at my crotch and see what it was like. 

“I’ll have the chicken parm please” I ordered and gave the man my menu, then while my date was distracted, I spread my legs and looked down. 

There was a wet spot on my jeans, and not one that would go unnoticed. It was about the size of two fists together. I looked back up at my date then at the bathroom. The line for the bathroom was moving but more people just kept lining up. Even worse was now if I got up to go, he would see that I had peed my pants like some child. I needed a plan. 

I quickly looked around. There wasn’t much that gave me any ideas, but then i saw the waiter pouring a glass of water on the table adjacent to ours. I called for him to come back over.

“Excuse me! Sorry to bother you...Could I have a few glasses of water here please?” I asked trying not to sound too desperate.

“Of course” he said “let me grab you some glasses”

Our waiter went off and I had my plan. The plan was not exactly ideal, but it was all I had. It went like this:

Step 1: Get water

Step 2: Make boy talk about himself

Step 3: Wet my pants

Step 4: Spill water over crotch to cover up

When the waiter came back with the water, I was already psyching myself up to pee my pants. I asked my date “so what about you? What’re your hobbies and interests?”

He stared going on about sports and stuff and I tuned out. With the water on standby, I was ready to push. I took a deep breath, then let it out.

At first nothing came out, but then one spurt...then another...then another… and after a last push a fountain of pee exploded into my jeans. It soaked into my butt and dripped down my legs, into my socks and shoes. My nose curled with disgust as I felt more and more of the warm liquid make its way into my jeans, absolutely flooding them. A puddle started forming around my butt, and I hoped that it wouldn’t flow over in any visible way. 

My date talked throughout the whole thing. He didn’t even have a clue. 

Now was time for step 4, the water spill. I grabbed my water and got ready to get clumsy, when the waiter surprised me again. 

“Your dinners my friends” he said. I was startled, and dropped the water. However I didn’t drop it like I planned...no, the water spilt all over my dates lap, soaking his pants. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!!!” I jumped up, walked around the booth and grabbed a napkin, then started patting him down. The waiter watched in disgust, and scoffed. I was so focused on cleaning up my dates clothes that I didn’t realize he was looking right at my legs. 

“Ummm….you didn’t spill any water on yourself...did you?” He said quietly. I froze, the color left my cheeks. It happened so fast I didn’t even stop to think. Looking around I could see a whole bunch of eyes on me and my now clearly displayed pissed pants. My heart was racing, and when I couldn’t take anymore I grabbed my bag and ran out. 

I drove home crying about how I’d ruined my chances, and how I’d be humiliated for ages. When I got home I just stripped my wet clothes and got into bed, quickly falling to sleep.

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When I woke up there was a text from him. I almost couldn’t bear to look, but I did. It said:

10:40pm: Hey, I hope you’re okay. I don’t know what happened back there but if you peed your pants that’s okay, accidents happen! Maybe for our next date though know when to use the potty otherwise we’ll need to buy you some diapers or something xP. Talk soon.

The end