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Paul's Date
(sequil to bed wetting team)
During the summer Paul enjoyed being on the bed wetting team. However, before the summer was over his two best friends had moved to other towns and so he was once again alone. He never had a problem in not waking up wet in the morning anymore. He had been dry at night for the most part during the past four years but soon any dry nights were gone.
In fact, he enjoyed waking up in a wet bed each morning, and because of that he never even considered trying not to wet his bed any more. Wetting his pants each and every day took more time but he soon was at a point to where he would pee in his pants and not know what was happening until he had done it.
His parents finally gave up on trying to get him to stop and just left him alone. They did make sure that he always had a good pair of plastic pants to wear and he always had to use a face towel folded and placed inside his underwear so that he would not leak to often. All during the summer time they did make him wear very short pants that made him look like a two year old.
Whenever he wore his plastic pants with these the plastic would show around his leg area and the bulge from the face towel in front made it appear he was wearing a diaper. He always wore these short pants around the house, sometimes with plastic pants on and sometimes without, but only a few times away from the house would he be seen like this, usually after it was getting dark so no one would notice what he was wearing.
Paul had truly found something he liked doing even though he knew that there were no others he could share this with since his two friends had moved away. During his junior year he found a girl that he liked very much, her name was Sarah. They had been on several dates already and had enjoyed being together. Of course there dating was just being at one house or the other and they usually got together while their parents were not around.
One Friday evening Sarah called Paul and wanted to know if he would like to come over for a few hours. Paul was glad to have a reason to get out of the house that evening. He had been wearing his short pants around with out plastic pants this afternoon so when she called he had already wet himself several times. He quickly got out of his wet clothes and put on a clean pair of underwear and his jeans and headed out the door.
It was not until he got to Sarah’s house that he realized he had forgotten to put his plastic pants back on. “Maybe I can hold it tonight,” he said to himself. Whenever Sarah’s folks were there the two of them would stay in the living room, however, when they were gone often they would go to her room watch TV or talk. “Why don’t we sit on the sofa tonight and watch some TV in the living room?” “Sure, why not,” Paul replied.
Sarah had fixed some popcorn and soda pop to have while watching a program on TV. About an hour later as the two sat close together, Sarah took her hand and placed it on Paul’s chest and slowly walked with her fingers downward. Paul knew where her hand was going so he leaned back a little and spread his legs apart some. Just as he did so he felt his warm fee flowing, making a large wet spot on the front of his jeans and moving down between his legs.
Sarah had not noticed what had happened until she placed her hand between his legs. “Paul,” she cried, “what in the world did you do?” Looking down at his pants she said, “Did you wet yourself?” Paul did not know how to answer her except with, “I am afraid so.” Standing up from where he sat he noticed a large wet spot on the sofa. “Your folks are going to kill me when they see this.”
Sarah, in a somewhat cold tone said, “I’ll turn the cushion over so they want know what happened. I guess you had better go home now. You don’t want them to see you standing there like a little baby in wet pants do you?” “Will you call me later?” Paul asked, hoping that she would. “Maybe, now you better get going.”
Soon Paul was gone and back home. He changed and went to bed thinking that this ended everything with Sarah and also wondering how many people tell that he had peed in his pants. Sleep did not come easy for Paul that night. Sarah was also having a hard time getting to sleep. She did not tell her parents anything when they came in and soon she was in bed also. As she laid there she realized that she must have been very hard on Paul.
There could have been a number of reasons why he suddenly wet himself and she thought to herself that she should have been more considerate of his feelings. Surely, she thought to her self, this was not a pleasant experience for him either. As she tried to go to sleep all she could think about was seeing his wet pants and how she had touched them.
Whatever was on her mind, when she awoke the next morning she was shocked and surprised to find that she had wet the bed that night. Sarah had not wet her bed since she was six years old and had just started the first grade. During the first week of school she had wet her pants during the day but only because she was excited about being in school. Ten years had passed since those days.
What would she tell her parents. She figured the best approach was to be up front with them. After changing clothes, she pulled her top sheet back so the bottom sheet could dry out. She then went to her parents and told them that she had wet her bed last night. “Are you sure you are alright,” her mother asked her. “Yes, I am sure. Don’t know why but it did and I just wanted you to know about it.
Surely it is just a one time thing.” “Well then will you please tell us the meaning of this?” Her mother flipped over the cushion on the sofa that showed a pee stain from the night before. “We know that this was not like this last night, so tell us what happened.” Sarah thought for a moment, she could tell them the truth, in which they would probably never let Paul come over again. She felt bad about how she had treated Paul last night and wanted to make up for it some.
“I had an accident last night while watching TV. I got to laughing so hard I couldn’t hold it back. I’m sorry, I guess I should have told you when you got home. I just didn’t know what to do.” “Okay, but please, the next time you have a problem like this, be sure and tell us. You never know but something could be wrong and we might want to take you to see a doctor.
Will you promise us that?” “I sure will mom.” Sarah then went back to her room and for the next hour or so and all she could think about was Paul. The day went by slow for both Paul and Sarah as they both stayed home the rest of the day. Once again as Sarah turned in for the night he thoughts went back to Paul and the night before. She was sorry now who she treated him and decided to call him the next morning. When Sarah awoke she was shocked and surprised to find that she had wet her bed again during the night.
She could not figure why this would be happening to her now and yet it was. She once again told her parents and this time they seemed more concerned than the first time but still was not so much concerned so as to take her to a doctor. Paul had woke up, changed out of his wet clothes and placed on his short pants as he was just going to be staying around the house for awhile. He could not take it any longer, he had to talk to Sarah.
Going to the phone he dialed her number and waited for someone to answer. His heart jumped with joy when Sarah answered the phone. “Sarah, this is Paul, I want to talk with you, please.” “And I want to talk with you also,” Sarah replied. “When would you like to get together because I really don’t want to talk over the phone.” Paul waited, hoping for the best.
“Anytime you want to get together is alright with me. Do you want me to come over to your place or you come here?” “If you like, come on over here. My folks and sister will be gone most of day so we will be able to talk without anyone butting in. If you can why don’t you come on over.” “Sure, I’ll be right over.” Since they lived only about five blocks apart it did not take Sarah long to get to his house.
Paul had wet himself again so he took off those clothes and threw over the shower curtain rod in the main bathroom like he has always done. This time he made sure he put on his plastic pants and then his blue jeans. He waited for Sarah to arrive, and he was glad it was not a long wait. Greeting Sarah at the door he invited her in. They went into the living room and set on the sofa together, but not as close as in the past.
“Paul,” Sarah said, breaking the ice, “I want to say that I am sorry for how I acted the other night. I should have been more considerate of your feelings.” “That’s alright Sarah, you had every right to be upset with me. All I can say is that I am sorry about what happened.” “Well, my folks found the stain on the sofa and asked me about it.” “What did you tell them?” Paul’s heart stopped beating it seemed as he waited for her answer. “Don’t worry, I told them that I had done it while laughing during a funny movie.
I would and could not tell them that he had been you, nor would I tell anyone else for that matter.” As they continued to talk they moved closer together and began to hold hands once again. All was forgiven and they were back together again. A short time later Sarah asked if she could use the bathroom. Paul told her that would be all right.
Once she had entered the bathroom Paul went to his room changed out of his wet underwear. The plastic pants had worked as he wet himself and Sarah was not the wiser. He threw his wet underwear in a corner of his room and got dressed with a fresh pair of underwear under his plastic pants.
Once Sarah had closed the door to the bathroom she noticed the wet clothes hanging in there. She knew that Paul did not have any baby brothers so she knew that those items drying in there must have been his. As she sat there for some reason she reached up and pulled the wet underwear off the rod and held them in her hands. When she first felt his wet jeans a few nights ago she pulled back quickly but this time she did not. Once she was finished she placed his wet underwear back on the rod, washed her hands and went back to the living room.
Paul was once sitting on the sofa waiting for Sarah. Once back Sarah asked, “How about going to your room and listen to some records?” “Sure,” Paul said, forgetting about his wet underwear in the corner of his room. Once in the room Sarah noticed the wet underwear right away. Paul realizing that she had seen them tried to explain, without telling her all the truth. Sarah listened and then said, “Paul, I love you no matter what.
I am sure that it will clear up one of these day.” He had told her that he had an infection of the bladder and that it causes him to lose control a lot. He had thought about telling her about him wearing plastic pants but decided to wait on that news. ‘One step at a time’ he thought to himself. When Sarah left to go home they kissed and said that they would be together again that coming Friday.
Once Sarah left Paul went to the main bathroom to get more face towels for his room when he noticed that his underwear that he had hung up had been moved. He knew that the only one to have been in there had been Sarah. As he went to sleep that night he kept wondering to himself why she would have moved them. As Sarah tried to sleep she kept thinking about Paul in his wet pants and she found herself hoping that he would do it again.
She found it strange but she was drawn to Paul’s wet pants for some reason. The week was a long one for Sarah. Each and every morning she would awake to a wet bed. Now her parents were worried and set up an appointment for her to see a doctor in about a month. Sarah was no longer as upset about her bed being wet as when it first started up. Her parents had placed plastic on her bed so that the mattress would not get ruin.
During all this she even wondered what it would be like to wet her pants during the day but was afraid to do so, but that did not stop her from thinking about it. Friday night came and once again Paul and Sarah were together. This time Paul knew that he was not going to put on his plastic pants. He also knew what would happen and wanted to learn how Sarah would react to it.
Instead of going inside, they stayed on the front porch of her house and sat on a bench side by side. After about an hour there Paul felt the warm flow of pee covering the front part of his jeans and moving down between his legs. They had been setting arm in arm and he was sure Sarah noticed what had happened.
Sarah reached her hand down and touched him near his zipper. “Oh Paul,” Sarah said in a soft tone, “I see you wet yourself again. Don’t worry about it. It’s alright with me now.” Sarah kept her hand on his wet pants, and he enjoyed it greatly. Even Sarah found that she enjoyed the feel of his wet pants. As she continued to keep her hand on his wet pants Paul at the same time placed his hand on her jeans between her legs. After a short time of them holding each other like this Sarah felt the urge to pee.
It was getting late so she thought this would be a good time to say goodnight. “Well, I guess we better call it a night,” she told Paul. She then reached over and kissed him good-bye. As Paul waited and watched her enter her house he noticed that there was a wet spot on her jeans and it was getting bigger with each step she took. Soon the door was closed behind her and Paul went on his way home thinking about what he had just seen and wishing he could still have been with her.
Inside her house she walked as fast as she could to the bathroom but it was too late. She had wet herself and on top of that her parents had noticed it also. Needing to get some dry clothes on Sarah left the bathroom and headed toward her room. “Sarah,” her mother called out, “what are you doing wetting yourself like that?” With tears in her eyes she replied, “I thought I had time to get to the bathroom but I didn’t.” “Well, go on to your room and get some clean clothes on and get some rest.”
In her room Sarah began to take off her wet jeans but before doing so she looked at herself in her mirror and she liked what she saw, she also liked the feel of the wet jeans on her. Finally she took them off and went to bed, wondering what Paul would think if he knew she had wet herself. The next morning Sarah woke up and has been for almost two weeks her bed was wet. Her mother called and asked her to get dress because she wanted her to go to the store with her today.
Sarah put on a nice pair of light brown shorts with a matching top and went out with her mother. While at the store after gathering several things that was needed they ended up in the linen department. “Sarah, I think we had better buy a plastic sheet to put on your bed, don’t you think so?” Sarah didn’t like for her mom to talk about this out in public so she said, “What ever you think mom.”
With that said her mother found one that would fit Sarah’s bed and bought it. They had been shopping for a long time and they were finally on their back home when Sarah needed to use the bathroom in a hurry. She tried to hold it the best she could but not for long. She thought if she let a little out it would easy her pain so she let a little pee flow, making a wet spot on the seat of her pants.
She soon found that would not work, now more and more began to flow out until the entire car seat was covered. Sarah was sitting in the front seat so her mother noticed at once what had happened. At their house her mother said, “I don’t know what has got into you. Get yourself in the house right this minute.” Sarah thought to herself, ‘Of course I am, you don’t think I want anyone to see me like this?’
She knew better than to say this out loud but she thought it never the less. Once inside and after Sarah had changed her mother came to her home and sat down to have a talk with her. “Dear, tell me, what is doing on to cause you to have these accidents? That’s two now in two days.” “I don’t know mom, really I don’t. I thought I could hold it until we got home but for some reason I just couldn’t.” “Well, at least you will be going to a doctor in several weeks and we will have that checked out also.
Tell me, do you think you will be alright at school come Monday? We don’t want this happening there do we?” “I think I will be alright.” And sure enough Sarah did good each day at school. Paul and Sarah did not see each other a lot during the school day but on Wednesday they met and decided to walk home together that day. As they were walking Sarah said, “I noticed that you have not wet yourself at school any, is your problem over?” “Well, huh, no Sarah, it’s not.
I guess I had better tell you this, I, huh, wear plastic pants most of the time.” Seeing Sarah’s look he lifted up his shirt and pulled his jeans down just a bit so she could see for herself that he did indeed wear plastic pants. I was glad it was out in the open now but was hoping that Sarah still wanted to be with him. “Well, I guess I can tell you something also, since you told me about your plastic pants.
For over two weeks now I have been wetting my bed and this past weekend my mom put plastic on my bed because of it. And I guess I will tell you something else also, I have had two wetting accidents. Once the night you were at my house and then Saturday on way home from store with my mother.” Sarah was wearing a dress this day and she was glad because she had to pee and really didn’t want to hold it back anymore. As they continued to walk together Paul looked back behind him and noticed a trail of wet spots. “What the. . .”
He said out loud, and then looking at Sarah, whose face was turning red, realized what had just happened. “Sarah, did you just do want I think you did?” “Yes Paul, I did. I hope you not mad at me.” “No way Sarah, no way, but can you tell me why?” Paul had not changed at school this day and soon his plastic pants could no longer hold back and his jeans became soaked in the front and down the inside of his legs. “Lets get together tonight and talk about it then, okay?” “Sure,” Paul said, “and why don’t we meet at the park just after dark.
If you like I will wear those very short pants my folks use to make me wear, and I will come with out my plastic pants on if you like.” “Sure,” replied Sarah, “and I will wear my cutoff jeans also if you want me to?” With that settled they each hurried home and waited for it to get dark. Once it was dark outside Paul changed into his short pants and left out the back door so no one would know he had left. Meanwhile Sarah and put her cutoff on and also went out the back door of her house.
Just a short time later they were together sitting on a park bench. “Paul,” Sarah said, “you look cute in those short pants.” As Sarah looked at him in those short pants she noticed that from time to time as he would move his underwear would show and she know then that he was not wearing any plastic pants. Sarah then began to tell Paul how she had been drawn to his wet pants and wanted to see him wet again. She told him that was all she could think about most of the time, and that she wanted to wet herself so she could understand how he felt.
And now that she had, even though not on purpose, she wanted to continue to wet herself as she found that she liked it very much. Paul told her that he liked the feel of his wet pants also and had hoped she would wet herself one day while they were together. They shared much of their feelings. They began to hold each other and before long she could feel the warm pee of Paul cover his pants. She liked holding him even in his wet pants.
As Paul was holder her he soon also felt something warm touching his fingers. He knew at once that she had wet herself also. The two of them continued to hold each other and realized that they would now be together forever. “I love you Paul, wet pants and all,” Sarah said. “And I love you Sarah, wet pants and all also.” And from this time forward, they would always wet their pants together, enjoying the company of one another.
Written by: J P Rucker