Dream Team part 5 By Tinker, March 1995 You know how sometimes you get the feeling that the world has turned upside down and that your brain just cannot cope with the new situation, or something like that? What happened in the first five minutes of Tuesday's training caused such a feeling, not only with me, but with Diana and Ann as well. When we three arrived at the locker room, the girls for the training and I just for fun, there was still no sign of any of the other girls. Diana unlocked the door and we entered the place. Diana started to rummage in her papers to find some lost form that she should have sent in a month ago, Ann changed into her cheerleader uniform and spent way too much time on her hair, and I just hung around doing nothing except fantasise about what we would dream up to play this afternoon. Then the door slammed open, and Janice stormed in. She was dressed in jeans and a jeans jacket, like usual, and threw her sports bag against the wall. Even while not arrived at her place yet, she started to take off her jacket and her shirt at the same time and tried to kick off one shoe while already unzipping her jeans. Ann and Diana frowned and asked Janice what was going on. There was no need to hurry, she was still ten minutes early! Janice mumbled something unclear and finally got rid of her shoe. Suddenly she squirmed and pushed both her hands in her crotch, moaning for a second. Then she continued taking off her clothes, while opening her bag and taking out her uniform. During her change, Janice had to stop at least three more times to hold herself firmly and Diana calmly asked her if it would not be a good idea to visit the toilet instead of squirming and moaning all over the place, or worse. As an answer, Janice just squirmed another time and hissed through her teeth: "No way. Not after all these preparations I made." Ann shrugged to Diana: "Leave her. If she cannot plan, it's her own problem." Diana shook her head, smiled to me, and went back inside her little room. Janice now was trying to put on her little skirt, which required her to stoop down a little and pull up one knee at the time. She could barely hold it, apparently, because she had to try three times, firmly pressing her thighs together in between. Finally her skirt was in place and her sweater posed no big problems. I expected her to dash outside now, but no. Bewildered Janice took out her boots and almost panicked when she discovered that these required even more gymnastics to put on. "Oh no! And I *want* to wear my whole uniform before I do it! It would be such a waste!" I offered some help, with Ann smiling in the background. Janice gladly accepted, and with her thighs clenched together she lifted one foot off the ground so that I could shove the boot onto it. I quickly pulled up the zipper and then took the other boot to repeat the action. At last Janice was dressed, and carefully she started towards the door, taking very small steps and still holding herself. I gallantly opened the door for her, but standing in the door Janice turned around and re-entered the locker room. With a tiny childish voice, she whispered: "Oh no, I've still got my normal panties on. I want my blue uniform panties. They feel much nicer. Please?" And then she squirmed like never before. "Ooooh!" Ann now sighed and decided to put an end to this show. "Janice, go out and wet yourself, dammit. What difference does it make through which panties you pee? They feel all the same: warm and wet. We don't mind having one cheerleader in the team with white panties instead of blue. After we've pissed them, we all look ridiculous. Out!" But no. Janice just shook her head and clawed at her skirt: "Please, Ann?" And then a tear appeared on her left cheek. Ann let her head fall forward, shook it again, and stood up. "Alright alright, I'll put them on for you. Do you want to take off your normal panties?" Janice nodded and crossed her thighs. "That'll be a problem. You *have* to release your thighs." After some seconds, Janice indeed managed to do this and Ann quickly slid her panties down her legs. Janice lifted first her left and then her right boot, and then had to squirm again. Ann took out Janice's blue cheerleader panties, let Janice step into them, and then pulled them up. They disappeared under Janice's skirt and Ann neatly arranged them around Janice's hips. "Alright silly girl. You're completely dressed now. Feel better?" Janice nodded and a slight smile appeared on her face. "Thanks, Ann. I can do the rest myself." With even smaller steps, she shuffled to the door and made it out into the open. Ann and I followed her to see what she had in mind. With her hands still pressed in her crotch, Janice shuffled to the outside wall of the locker room and carefully leaned against it with her back. She took a few seconds to recuperate, and then slowly lifted her right boot off the ground, placing its sole flatly against the wall and sliding it upward until its heel was about at the same height as her knee. Ann mumbled: "Oh God, she wants to play the seductive wall flower." Janice now had found her position and balance, and again took some time to stabilise her bladder. Then she slowly moved her hands out of her crotch, with her face showing off great concentration, pulled her sweater down to enhance her breasts, and then carefully placed her hands behind her neck. Finally, she was where she wanted to be. All the trouble and pain had not been for nothing. She had managed to get into her uniform just in time. A minute later and she would have had to use the toilet. Imagine the embarrassment! But she had made it, and now she could relax. And so she did. The transfiguration Janice underwent was remarkable. The sun popped out from behind a cloud, and she beamed like midsummer, her discomfort melting in a moment. She leaned back on the wall, her right leg pulled up, totally at ease with herself. Ann and I cocked our heads, waiting curiously. Janice just smiled at us. "You know, when I finally let myself go, I usually don't have to go any more." Ann nodded. "I know. Same with me. You do a lot of things to prepare yourself, and then when you think you are ready and want to start, it just won't come." She looked at me now. "I still remember my first times, on purpose I mean. I stood fully primed in my uniform with my legs already apart, I had been working towards it for hours, and then when I finally wanted to start, I couldn't! I just couldn't! I waited for ages, it seemed, and felt quite foolish, posing that way as if I was already wetting myself but not actually being able to do so." I agreed: "Yes, I know the feeling. For me, with my hydraulics, it is even harder to start at times. But I suppose you succeeded eventually?" Ann looked at Janice who now had bent her head backward and leaned with it against the wall as well, enjoying the sun, and still just standing there, motionless. "Of course I succeeded. I realised it wasn't working, so I pulled my legs back together and started walking back inside my parents' house. I had told them I wanted to do some exercises in their garden. Just before I reached the back door I felt something happening under my skirt. I had no time to dash back into the garden, so I grabbed the door knob and with the door half opened, went into my act of "Oh dear me! Just too late!" You know, looking down to your legs, feeling your panties go wet, squirming, and then squatting to salvage a vestige of self-esteem. I just put my arms around my knees and let it happen in all its naughty glory. It was absolutely wonderful. Especially since my mother caught me sitting on their terrace with my new cheerleader uniform on, wetting my panties like a child, and not a little bit, I tell you. I finished, stood up, excused myself for the accident, and went inside. You should have seen her face!" Janice now made faint noises. It sounded like humming. She fully gave herself over to the choices her body made for her, or so it seemed. Still no waterfall between her thighs. She closed her eyes and sighed. Barely audible, she mumbled to us: "I think this is it. Mmmm. Yes, seems so. Lovely... hmmmm." I heard Ann holding her breath. Janice continued, softly mumbling for herself: "I am still dry... I know I am... I can just walk away... but... but... I will need my skirt... I will need it very soon! Real soon! Here go my panties! Here they go... ahhhh.... hmmmmm... no, just false alarm..." Ann quickly inhaled and pinched my hand. Janice went on: "Again... there it comes again... and... oh! OOH! Here it is! Yes! YES! YES! It's happening! I do it! I'm getting wet! Ahhhh... Jeeze... that feels good... it's soooo nice... oohhhh..." Ann and I now indeed saw a trickle starting to fall down between her legs. Soon the trickle became a stream, and then the stream suddenly felt itself attracted to Janice's left leg so it disappeared completely from view. Janice tensed her left calf muscles to seal off the opening of her boot, and proceeded to wet her panties under her skirt. At this moment, Maureen and Jane appeared, and took in the scene. It was a double take. At first they did not notice what Janice was actually doing, but the way Ann and I breathlessly looked at this naughty cheerleader soon gave her away and Maureen cheered in approval. "Yes! That's the way to start a touch training session! Way to go, girl! Just relax and let it all go! I think I'll join you in a moment." Maureen looked down to her black leggings, deciding that they were a bit too good to ruin quite so early in the day. So with a last, longing look at Janice, she scurried to the locker room. Jane was in a quandary. Although she was at least as interested in getting herself wet panties as anyone else around, she felt it her duty to constantly improve the standards and explore new areas of fun. What Janice was demonstrating here certainly was fun, and Jane couldn't wait to rush inside, replace her tight faded jeans with her skirt, and rush back to go for broke. She had done so many, many times and she was absolutely sure that this afternoon she would wet herself at least two or three times. But wasn't she the girl who had started the whole operation in the first place, months ago, by simply trying what it would be? By standing with her legs ridiculously far apart and carefully leaking a drop or two in her uniform panties? It now seemed more like child's play, but then, it had been a feat of great audacity. This was what bothered Jane. *Everybody* was wetting herself (or himself!) these days. Maureen would shortly come out, wearing her full uniform, and she would just walk up to Janice, stroke her skirt, part her legs a bit, and wet herself. Like she had done so many times before. Under her tiny cheerleader skirt her blue panties would change colour, she would start to leak between her legs, but nothing would show. She would feel a great satisfaction, and she would surely start to press harder to really wet herself, which would cause more water between her legs, but not more wet panties. Jane blinked. Eureka! Wetting your uniform panties was great, but of course it was nothing compared to the real thing. And nobody had ever tried the real thing. Nobody. Except herself. Now. Jane dropped her sports bag and approached Janice, who still enjoyed the sun and the sea. A big dark puddle had spread around her boot, and Jane was astonished by the sheer volume of water. Without saying a word, Jane leaned against the wall next to Janice and mirrored her pose. Ann curiously looked at Jane and eyed her all over. Shocked, she let go of my hand and pointed at her: "No! Don't tell me that you are going to... IN YOUR JEANS?" Jane just smiled and pushed her breasts forward. I was a bit shocked as well, knowing that Jane never took spare clothes with her: all she had was her pair of jeans and her cheerleader skirt. And Jane was not the type of girl that would appear in any skirt at all outside official cheerleading events. So she must be aware of the consequences of this stunt. At that moment, Maureen came outside, expecting to get herself a nice wet spot between her legs and looking forward to our attention. Eyes wide open, she saw Jane casually leaning against the wall, closing her eyes and relaxing. Even Janice now curiously looked aside and discovered the missing bare legs and short skirt. She gasped and covered her mouth in disbelief. Jane was still plucking up enough courage to start when Alice, Melissa, and Cindy arrived. Cindy wore her tight leather micro skirt and white blouse, which were her favourite garments since she had discovered the virtues of aquatic freedom. Alice and Melissa wore light pants. All three stopped dead in their tracks when they noticed the scene around Jane, and soon they understood. Alice and Melissa looked at each other, giggled, and then bolted for the door to get changed. Jane saw them leave to swap their pants for skirts. There was no sense for adventure any more. Still not completely at ease with the situation, she reconsidered her options. Wetting her jeans certainly was new and exciting, but was it worth the problem of getting home undetected afterwards? Suddenly Jane became aware of someone standing in front of her, and she looked up. There was Cindy, her eyes bright from delight, wearing her normal street clothes just like herself. Without saying a word, Cindy parted her pumps and peed through her panties. No giggle, no wink, no gesture; just a push and there it was. Under her leather skirt her pee washed into her indubitably lovely white cotton panties, and immediately gushed onto the stones. Cindy just looked at Jane and kept wetting herself, as if she wanted to challenge Jane to outdo her. Jane, who had always secretly considered herself the most daring of the club, and Cindy the least, felt quite challenged indeed. Who the hell did this girl think she was? Just pissing her *panties*? Under a *leather* skirt? Child's play! Even less than wetting her cheerleader uniform, and that was nothing special any more. Jane's decision was now made, and she started to push. Cindy had already retreated a little to face her. Jane took a deep breath and imagined that she wore her tiny cheerleader skirt. That helped a lot. Before she realised what she was doing, she felt the familiar warmth in her crotch that she had come to appreciate so much. She closed her eyes and reached for the hem of her loose skirt, but found some tight fabric instead that extended down and down and down... with a shock, Jane realised that her imagination had gone too far. Hell, she was wetting her jeans now! It really did feel different. It reminded her of her only other experience, when she had wet her jeans in a rain storm a few months ago. But then she was already soaked. Now she had been completely dry. It made a difference, it really did. She liked it. But still, she could keep her secret to herself. It would not yet show. Cindy's challenge to Jane had amazed me. Until then, Cindy had often been the last girl of the team wetting her uniform, and unlike other girls had never publicly wet her street clothes. However, the way she performed her act was so fluent and natural that she must have done it before, and more than once. She just walked up to Jane and showed off. Even Ann, not the least experienced girl around, showed her admiration. It was a leather skirt, alright, no fabric that could stain, but still Cindy just pissed straight into her clothes with no preparation at all. And it surely pissed Jane off! Cindy casually continued towards the door, rightfully convinced that Jane could not back out now. She left a trail of small drops on the ground. The rest of us all focused on Jane: in particular, on the crotch of her tight blue jeans. Jane sighed and her hand went down her leg, as if she wanted to put her hand in her pocket but missed it. We saw that she suddenly looked down as if in alarm, and that she bit her lip. And then the inside of her left leg changed colour. A dark stain rapidly ran down her thigh. Apparently she had decided that wetting just one leg was not the way to do it and she quickly clamped her right leg onto her left, leaving that familiar space between. But parting your legs is no use with pants. No matter what Jane did, her pee did not leave her legs and fall straight down from her crotch. Her hands still sought the loose, soft fabric of her skirt, that had served her so well in all those previous adventures. But the only fabric she encountered now was tight denim, that would thirstily soak up everything that she passed through her panties and display it for all the world to see. Finally Jane gave up and found a pose that would do her jeans justice. She pulled her legs together and stooped a bit down. We all now saw the dark patch developing in both her pants' legs, and soon the multiple layers of her crotch soaked through as well. Some drops fell down from the back of her ass, and the dark patches extended to her ankles. It was amazing how much fluid the pair of jeans could absorb. Given that Jane must have been peeing pretty hard, the difference between the puddle beneath her and around Janice's left boot was impressive. It also seemed that this new type of fun did considerably more to Jane as the traditional wetting had done to Janice. Jane started to pant and to blush, and we could see that she moved her hips slightly back and forward, pressing hard with her hands in her crotch; another thing she couldn't do with a skirt. Her jeans still became wetter and wetter, and once in a while, a moan escaped her throat. Jane was not just wetting her pants any more. She was slowly building up a great orgasm! Janice left her pose and put her arm around Jane's shoulders to encourage her. "It's okay, Jane. Go on. Let it come. You've earned it." Jane now started to breath heavily, and stiffened up. Her moans increased, both in tempo and in loudness. She grabbed herself between her legs and helped herself over the top. A few seconds later, Jane climaxed, and the tensing of her muscles caused a lot of excess pee to be squeezed out of her tight jeans. Maureen and Janice looked at each other and nodded their approval. Ann quietly took my hand. She could not stand to see Jane having so much pleasure any more and dashed away, pulling me with her. Safely away from Jane's distracting performances, Ann pushed me on a bench and sat down next to me, arranging her cheerleader skirt neatly around her thighs and crossing her legs. "Hey, that went pretty far, don't you think?" "Well, no, not really," I replied. "I saw Diana do weirder things already, and the look of a girl coming by wetting herself is quite common over here. I once saw you going off in much the same way, you know." Ann looked at her knees. "I know. But I mean, it keeps exciting me to see and do all this. No training is the same. I never thought being a cheerleader would be such a varied job. You learn things you never even had dreamt about!" We both grinned at our private job description of a cheerleader. Ann moved closer, uncrossing her legs. It reminded me of how Diana once had more or less seduced me, and some kind of alarm went off. "Hold it, Ann. I don't know what you are up to, but please remember that I am sort of bound to Diana." Ann blushed and looked away. "Sorry. I let myself go. But it is so damned difficult to find someone like you. I still have to meet the second boy who likes me to get wet, you know. They are after me by the dozens, ever since I have been part of the cheerleader team, but every time I date someone, they only seem to be on the hunt for my pussy. And that's it." I understood what she meant. "Yes, Ann, I can see that's sad. But don't you think you could stay one step ahead of them, by staging an accident or such?" Ann shrugged. "Maybe. Who knows. It just takes so damned much courage to wet myself in my street clothes, I would rather date boys in my uniform! But that's not all. Listen, this is going to be personal. I mean PERSONAL." Ann now looked quite sincere and I nodded. "Errm... how do you and Diana actually get along? I mean, you undoubtedly have some wet fun, I see you both drive off in Diana's car, you wet each other pretty well at times, so... but afterwards, in her apartment... does she keep on her uniform? And for how long?" Ann hesitated a second. "I mean, do you two DO it?" I smiled and looked up in the air. What to do if a beautiful cheerleader sits next to you on a bench and asks you if you make love to your girlfriend, who happens to be an even more beautiful cheerleader in the same team? Well, being honest never had hurt me, so I decided to play fair. I looked her in the eyes. "Ann, believe me. Diana and me have been playing a lot together, and we slept together many nights, but we never had sex. I don't know why, and I don't want to know, really. It just never happened. We get off so often during our wet play that after the shower, the only thing we can still think of is to sleep in each other's arms." Ann was astounded. "No sex? Never? How do you two keep together? Are you both afraid of something?" I shrugged. "I don't know. To be honest, I just *never* did it before, so I still am a virgin. And something inside me keeps telling me that Diana is a virgin as well. It seems that we can get along so well exactly because we both share this secret, or such. We piss ourselves silly, but never came to the showdown. Maybe we both are afraid of it; afraid of not giving the other what he or she expects. I don't know." Now Ann was silent for a moment. "I see. You both keep postponing it because you think it may be less wonderful than you believe. You have found great fun in wetting, and you get your sexual release out of that, and you probably cuddle a lot, but actually sharing your bodies is too scary... am I right?" I nodded again. "You probably are. But we are both happy this way, and I think neither of us is going to change it soon." Ann smiled and moved closer to me again. "Don't be afraid; I'm not going to rape you. I just want to try out something so that I can use it with my date tonight. But you know, I *want* to end up in my bed, to have this wonderful guy take the plunge between my legs, to have him exploding inside me, to feel him clinging to my sweaty body and cry out my name. Only I want to get wet panties first. I have had plenty of sex, and plenty of wet panties, but not yet both at the same time. And I aim to change that." That said, she straightened her back, put her knees tightly together and pulled her skirt away under her ass. "Imagine that we are outside, sitting on a bench close to my place, we both know that we want each other, and we just wait for the right moment to get up and run for the door. Trust me, it has happened this way many times for me. Only tonight I won't be wearing my long evening dress. I will wear my cheerleader skirt, and my cheerleader panties. And I will have a full bladder. Like now." Ann reached over to me, took my hand, and put it in her lap. I put my other arm around her shoulders and pulled her against me. Ann sighed and began to fondle my cock through my jeans. "Honey, I need to pee," she whispered in my ear. I did not react and started working my hand up her tiny skirt. Nice simulation was this. Ann insisted: "I really need to pee, hon. Now. May I go to the bathroom for a minute?" I hummed disapprovingly, having found her smooth, tight panties. "No? Shall I stay here with you?" I hummed again. "Yes? Stay where I am?" Yes. Just stay where we are. Your panties are great. "But then my little panties will get wet, hon." She took my hand from under her skirt and put it right on her breast, and then turned a bit away from me so that I could hold both her breasts through her sweater. I felt her breathing tempo increase as she whispered "They will get wet. But you won't mind it, will you? Please, hold me firmly." I held her firmly. While I looked curiously over her shoulder, Ann opened her knees and moved her hips a bit forward. "This won't take long. When I'm finished, we go inside, okay?" Clever girl. Who could resist such an offer? Ann now leaned back on me and started to relax. I looked down to her slim legs disappearing under her little skirt, and wanted to look at her panties. But that would be untrue, I realised. I played wanting to fuck her as soon as possible, and letting her empty herself now would only speed up the process. Those wasted panties would be the first I would rip off her. Ann now was ready and I could feel the familiar trembling I knew so well from Diana. I now held the girl whose clothes I had borrowed to experience my first shared wet adventure in. And even better, she wore those exact same clothes now, with the exact same intention! "Hurry up honey, I want you," I mumbled. Ann giggled. "Shut up. I'm busy." She spread her knees even further and put her hands on top of her thighs. Anyone passing by would have looked right at her pale blue panties. Then I heard a soft hissing, and I knew Ann was wetting herself. It all happened absolutely without any sign, except for the sound of a tiny stream dropping trough the rough wooden bench. Ann quivered and panted and moaned like never before, and I fondled her breasts a bit. Nice friends I had. Using me to practice a trick they wanted to pull on their boyfriends. But it was alright with me. After Ann had sufficiently practised, she rose from the bench and arranged her clothes. A short inspection of her panties revealed not too much damage, mostly in the lower crotch area. Not enough to be of any problem. Ann thanked me and announced that she would wear exactly these clothes tonight, with a different sweater. I was sure it would make the head of her boyfriend run wild, and that he would gladly accept her little request for release. I was almost sorry that I was not him. But then Ann pranced towards the door of the locker room where Diana had appeared in her flashing red uniform, and this goddess immediately blew any competition to nowhere-land. Ann was just wonderful. Diana was divine. The rest of the training was boring. After all, the girls really needed to work hard and all that wonderful wet play was incidental. So I skipped it and went my way around the campus to return to the training field at about half past five, when the training would be over. I met Melissa and Cindy on my way to the building, so the girls had already showered and changed. I wondered if Cindy was still wet under her mini. She walked like she was. When I arrived at the building, I just saw Diana and Ann leaving and locking the door. Ann still wore her little skirt, which she just hiked up to arrange her pale blue uniform panties for the last time before she went public. The stain in her crotch had faded, but not disappeared completely. She touched the patch and clearly revelled in the thought of what would happen that evening, so I wished her success. She winked back at me and then, surprisingly, also at Diana. Next thing Ann disappeared down the path towards the dorms, and Diana and I headed for her car. "You have had wet fun?" I asked Diana, while looking at her full-length skirt. She smiled. "Nope. After Jane's stunt, I decided to clamp down on the girls quite hard because I cannot allow them to turn the training into a circus. And so I had to refrain from playing myself as well. Jane by the way chose to go home in her white cheerleader skirt. I wonder what the boys will think of her. What a change!" Arriving at her apartment, I went into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal while Diana sorted her things out in the bathroom. While I chopped the onions and preheated the oven, I secretly hoped that Diana would reappear in her cheerleader uniform, because it really showed off her features best. When she brought in the potatoes, I smiled and gazed her over from top to toe. Yes, this was what I meant. With her red top, red skirt, red panties, red boots even, Diana would easily divert the cameras from a Space Shuttle launch. She softly kissed me on my cheek and brushed her long hair against my face, and with my free hand I pulled her against me at her waist. She was everything I'd ever dreamt of, and sometimes even more. We finished the cooking, and as always when we were together, we dined with candlelight and wine. I made a nice pot of tea while Diana shoved the dishes in a corner for tomorrow. The wine had made us both a bit more funny than usual, and Diana made a giggling little dance in the kitchen, which almost caused an improbable accident involving a flying teapot and an open window. Despite her efforts, I brought the pot safely to her sofa. She cuddled up next to me and gladly accepted the mug of warm chamomile tea. We talked of this and that, until without really trying we had drained the pot. Like always, Diana was the first to announce that it was about time. She looked at me with those irresistible eyes of hers and asked me what I would like. Would she do the traditional cheerleader's pose that I so much liked to see her do? With me squatting in front of her and looking up her little skirt? I embraced her tightly and kissed her on her mouth, which stopped her from talking about poses for a moment. Eventually she broke our cuddle and asked again. Should we both step into the shower and let it come in delightful freedom? I shook my head. "No Diana, tonight I want to try something different. Jane's stunt sparked some interest in me this afternoon. Do you mind me going first?" "Of course not, darling. Whatever you want. Shall I take off your trousers?" She did not wait but started to pull at my zipper. I stopped her soft hand and shook my head again. "I said I wanted to try something different. Would you like to see me wetting my pants?" Diana blushed. "You mean... just like this? Not only your underwear? Like Jane? Of course I would like to see it! Yes! Please!" I got up and opened the doors to her balcony. I would be visible against the light of her room, but for all the people outside I would only be a dark outline. I turned my back to the railing, casually leaned against it, and smiled at Diana in the door. She looked terrific. A bit shy, she joined me at the balcony, knowing that her silhouette would be much more revealing than mine. But she would not miss this. Carefully she squatted in front of me and put her hand flatly against my crotch. I felt her trembling. Or was it me? Despite my arousal, I felt I could still pee, and I decided to be quick. With Diana looking up at me expectantly, I didn't need much prompting. Who could deny such a goddess anything? But this was the first time Diana actually played the receiving part; I now was on top of circumstances, and she was just a beautiful cheerleader in a wonderful but dry uniform. She was the one that could walk out, I would be the one with spoiled clothes. This was a completely new sensation to both of us, and it was driving us almost over the edge already. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Quickly I approached the point of no return and unlocked my knees, which caused me to stoop down a little. This pose seemed very appropriate, I thought. Diana sighed and put her other hand against my ass from behind. Soon after, a thrilling spasm of pure joy gulfed into my underwear. Not hampered by any artificial barrier, it splattered wetly against my tummy, soaked the front of my briefs, and then was quickly followed by more jets of warm delight. I gasped and widened my thighs. Diana started panting a bit, and moved her hands over my crotch and ass, desperately looking for my wet treasure. When she finally found it, in the seam of my right leg, she giggled and to my astonishment kissed the front of my jeans. But soon I could not pay attention to her any more, since my whole crotch area and everything below filled up with warm liquid and I experienced what Jane must have felt that afternoon. Only better. This was the first time that being a male really pleased me. My water came to many more places than Jane's, and she did not have a stunning girlfriend rubbing it into her as well. I did. I just let go completely, and gave her all I had. Diana almost buried her face into my crotch, feeling my warmth spreading with her cheek, and did not stop roving with her hands all over my lower body, down to my knees, up again, to the front, the back, between my legs... she came everywhere my pee came, and I had to hold the railing of her balcony very firmly to keep my balance. I stopped peeing just short of being empty. When she started her familiar rubbing motion against my crotch, intended to bring me to orgasm in short time, I signed her to stop and leave me as I was. A little reluctantly she let go and stroked the outside of my legs with both hands. I saw her knees moving apart and knew that very soon her wonderful red panties that peeked at me from under her skirt would start to glisten between her legs. But for some reason, I did not want to see them going wet today. Diana took her hands off me and put them on her knees, well underway to get herself wet underwear. Judged by the look in her eyes, she had already released herself and was waiting for the first wave to arrive. I had to be quick again. I squatted as well and took Diana by her elbows. Surprised, she looked up and tried to stop her upcoming flood. While she clenched her thighs, I pulled her up until she stood upright again, still looking surprised. With her arms hanging down her sides, Diana let me straighten out her top, arrange her skirt, and even reach up it to pull her still unstained panties tightly around her ass. Then I took the waist band of her skirt and pulled it slightly higher, so that it just barely covered her panties. She still had her thighs firmly together, and her boots as well. I took one step back. Diana gazed to my obviously wet crotch and moaned. While her eyes turned into hazy pools of pleasure, she completed what she had begun a few moments earlier. Hidden under her simple skirt, her panties fought their uphill battle against the elements and took their first direct hit. Diana quivered. The second attack washed away the main defences of her panties, and after that, wave after wave after wave of liquid gold flushed through her underwear. Diana could not help it. She had to move. Her boots inched apart and her hands crept towards her sides. She ended up in exactly the traditional pose I had denied her the first time she asked me. But this time, I did not peek at her panties at all. I left them for her alone. And that was something that she understood perfectly. When I stepped to her and moved my hand up her thigh towards her magical red button, Diana slowly shook her head and pushed my hand away, just like I had done when she tried to help me. We both kissed each other briefly and then looked out over the dark area behind the balcony's railing. Diana still wasn't finished under her skirt, and I was happy I could join her again. Funny how my peeing did not make any sound, while hers was clearly audible. But it quickly faded, and Diana sighed when the last drop left her panties. Whoever out there had been looking at us, he or she would not have understood what we had been doing. Diana stroked my hair and went inside. I stayed at the balcony for a moment and looked at my watch. It was half past ten. My mind drifted over to Ann, somewhere out there, playing games with her latest conquest. She would be sitting with her knees apart now, I thought. Her pee wetly splattered down between her slick legs, and her boyfriend impatiently waited for the hissing in her panties to stop. It took forever, but finally, Ann rose to her feet and slid with her hands down her skirt. Her boyfriend wondered how it would feel, wetting yourself like that, just by weeing in your panties under such a fantastic skirt. But he kept his mouth shut. Ann turned to him, her face glowing from excitement, and winked. Who could reject such a beautiful girl in a challenging outfit like hers? Yes, he would come! In a hurry they made it for the door, and his hands were up her skirt even before it fell into the lock again. I sighed. Ann maybe was right. Maybe, just maybe, Diana and I had overlooked something. When I went inside, Diana had cleaned up herself a bit and was sitting on the sofa, sipping from a mug of tea, winking at me while I walked to the bathroom. I stripped down my wet trousers, and dropped them into the shower stall. My shirt had taken quite a lot of pee, so that followed, and my socks as well. I had only my briefs left, as stained as they were, when I entered the living room again. Diana pulled the piece of plastic she was sitting on a bit more to the left and I joined her. We shared the mug of tea and cuddled a bit. The tea had grown cold. Then, Diana put the mug on the table and kissed me. She started to stroke my cock again through my wet briefs, which was much easier as finding it through my trousers. Soon the thing was quite hard again, and a bit to my embarrassment, its head appeared above the waist band of my briefs. Diana giggled. She pulled my briefs a bit more down and freed my cock completely. I swallowed. We had showered in the nude together, but this way of handling my cock was new, both to me and to her. A strange tension started to build in me, something I had never felt before, not even in my wildest fantasies. Diana looked in my eyes, kissed me, and then moved over so that she sat on my lap with her knees left and right of me. I embraced her. Yes, now she could brush her wet, soft panties against my cock and make me come. Diana moved closer and I could feel her panties touching my skin. They were wet alright, but not soft. In fact, they did not feel like panties at all. With a shock, I realised that Diana was not wearing any panties under her skirt. She was nude. I felt my cock stiffen even more when it felt the presence of something complementary so close to it. Thousands of thoughts tumbled through my mind while Diana slowly pushed herself up on my thighs. No! We couldn't! It would be... eh... what? Wrong? Sort of. I didn't know. The only thing I knew was that I had the most wonderful girl of the world on my lap, the girl that I loved beyond belief, and that I would do everything for. Everything? Yes. Everything. Diana had put her hands around my neck and kissed me softly. "I know what you think, darling." she said. "I think the same. But we have to try it once, don't you think? It will be scary. It will hurt. It might not work out at all. But we won't stop being best friends, will we?" I shook my head. "No, Diana, we won't stop being best friends. Never." And then I clutched her as firmly as I could and put my face in her hair. We both felt scary and very uncertain. I could feel Diana tremble in my arms, and I quivered like a cat outside in the rain myself as well. Oh, how many times had I fantasised about this moment... how had I longed for it... how had I imagined every touch, every stroke, every gasp, every cry... I knew it couldn't be that different from what I had read and seen and felt before, but actually doing it... To my delight Diana seemed to think along the same lines, as she whispered: "I rehearsed this many times, you know. But I cannot keep it to myself any more. I want to share it with you. I really want to share myself with you." A tear rolled down my left cheek. Diana sighed and pushed herself up further. I felt my cock sliding down her belly and suddenly coming free of her body. Then, Diana reached down between my legs and took my shaft carefully between her thumb and index finger. She whispered: "I have no idea what it is like. I'll just point you to where you must go. From there on, we have to find our way together." And then, she put the head of my cock against some warm, wet spot somewhere between her legs. Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself, and I felt the warm spot opening up. It seemed to go left and right, and leave just enough space for my cock to pass. Diana gasped and clung to me as I entered her. She went on forever. A warm, tight, wet, slippery kind of tube engulfed my cock, and the impulses this sent up my nerve system were unbelievable. Diana must feel the same, I thought, only reversed: a warm, hard, wet, slippery kind of rod slowly working its way inside her. She still went on. I had never known that my cock could be so long. It went in and in and in... and every millimetre of the way home, I enjoyed immensely with an intensity that outdid everything else until then. Finally, after three centuries and a decade, Diana sat firmly down on my crotch and heavily leaned against me. I felt her shoulders shake a bit, and just let her adapt to this foreign object deep inside her. It most probably hurt her, maybe even a lot, and trying to speed it up would make it worse for her, I thought. She sobbed. I brushed her hair and tried to relax so that my cock would shrink and relieve her. That she went through all this was enough for me to realise how much she loved me, and how much I loved her. We just embraced and waited. It took some time, but Diana managed to cope with her situation and lent back a bit to look me in my eyes. "And?" she asked. I kissed her and said nothing. She understood it perfectly. Slowly, very slowly, she pushed herself up, and I felt my cock sliding out of her. If possible, this felt even better than entering her. I panted and grasped her shoulders. Diana paused for a moment, then started down again, and pressed herself over me with all her power. She cried now, and I patted her on her shoulders, very sorry for her, but unable to do anything about it. Another pause. Then she repeated her movement, and gradually, her crying changed in tone. After the fifth or sixth push down, I recognised to my relief her familiar sound of pleasure. Soon, Diana had had the worst and started to enjoy the experience. From here on, we had rehearsed a lot in our fantasies. While she kept on rocking slowly on my lap, I let my hands slide over her back down to her ass, and stroke her cheeks through her skirt. Then I went under her skirt to explore the soft but firm hills up there, for the first time without those slick, often slippery panties of hers. Diana now really moaned and I could not keep myself from producing some sound either. Her hands started down my back as well, and found my cheeks, first through my briefs, which were wet all over, but then she slipped her hands inside and started to caress my ass. Her tempo increased steadily, and I started to move in her rhythm as well, only exactly the other way around. Funny how easy this was. It all happened as if we had been doing this for years. In a sense, we had. I tried to stay relaxed, but it became difficult now, and my cock stiffened up again. Relax. Stay cool. Enjoy it, don't spoil it for her already. I managed, with some difficulties. Suddenly Diana pushed herself aside, and went down flat on her back on the sofa. She pulled me with her, and then flipped her legs and mine onto the sofa as well. With me still in her, she firmly grabbed my ass and pulled me into her as deep as she could. Her beautiful legs slid apart and she pulled up both her knees a bit, tilting her hips to give me more room. I almost couldn't believe it. Here I was, together with my girlfriend, she dressed in her complete cheerleader uniform except for her panties, and she offered me everything I had dreamt of. She even began to rock again, encouraging me to follow. This time, I couldn't resist the urges sweeping through my body. Quickly I found the rhythm of life, and soon we both were pumping away like we had been doing this forever. With every bumping of our bodies, she cried out harder, and I felt her muscles contract around me. It gave a wonderful new impulse to my own nerves, and with redoubled energy, I started to fondle her breasts heavily through her sweater. Her eyes widened, and I felt her stiffen up under me. Her muscles now held me like a fist, and in a spasm of prehistoric reflexes, Diana clutched her legs around me as if she would never let me go again. Through the thin fabric of her sweater, my fingers found her nipples, and I lightly pinched them between my thumbs and index fingers. She now was as ready as she would ever be, and I knew she would inevitably pull me with her. Seconds later, Diana exploded in the most terrific orgasm that I had ever seen or felt. She shuddered, moaned, clutched my body, yelled, spasmed, and even cried out my name. It was too much for me. While I buried my face in her hair, and grasped her shoulders as tightly as I could, one final stroke into her caused my dam to burst, and everything I had wished for in the last twenty- odd years fought its way out in one giant explosion. I cried. I just cried. We both did. - o - o - o -