Indecency by Accident

"Well, it wasn't even my fault! I was studying with the academic deacathlon team, and I was so nervous, I must have had 8 or 10 waters! When I got out, there was no bathroom on that floor of the library!"

"Oh no...you must have been positively ****!"

"Oh, yeah, I just had to go! Do you like libraries? They're easily one of my favorite places, I just love books."

"Oh, yes, the library is such a great thing!", her step-mother agreed, steering her, "But what kind of building doesn't have a bathroom on every floor?!"

"I know, right?!", Margaret tilted her head, nodding, taking the pipe handed to her, still with a novice, if not virgin hand, hitting it with some concentration. "Who fucking does that? I went to the elevator, but the team had already gone down! I had to wait for the elevator to come back up. I was really struggling by this time, so I had just rushed down the stairs. Running down them, each step, pounding on my bladder!"

"Oh, God! Wasn't there a bathroom on the next floor!"

"There was, but the door from the stairwell was locked! I even pounded on it, I could see the bathroom from the window!"

"What did you do?"

"I had to go back upstairs and wait for the elevator!"

"You had to climb sets of steps and still had to wait! That must have given you a jostling!"

"I think I had even leaked a little by then...", she admitted with a blush. "I was wearing these tan slacks, it would be so obvious! I had to hold it! I was doing the pee-pee dance in the elevator!"

"You, the big brained college girl! You were dancing around like a first grader with a squirt of piss in your pretty panties!"

"Thank God I was in the elevator, alone! At least, then. When I got off in the lobby I rished to the bathrooms, but they were being cleaned!"

"Did you just pop a squat in the stacks?"

Margaret laughed riotously at the idea.

"I should have, maybe toweled off with a bit of Verne! But I went out the back and I just could take it anymore! I tried to squat down in privacy, but some girls came over."

"Did you know them?"

"Yeah, they're these dumb bimbos that think clothes are more important than ideas. Clothing is crazy though, the way it just comes from plants, mainly. It's almost like wearing salad."

"But you weren't wearing any salad."

"No, not below the waist..."

"Oh no..."

"Yep, panties around my ankles, my slacks down. They were smoking out back and came up with cameras. I tried to get up, but I couldn't stop peeing! They pushed me over and yanked off my pants!"

"And...your-err-underwear?"

"I didn't know at the time. I wish I hadn't worn that thong! They were all rolled up! I was bottomless!"

"What did you do?"

"What could I do? I ran away!"

"But you were-!"

"NAKED!"

She jumped up to mime the scene, running in place with hands flying madly.

"Those bitches yelled out, streaker! A security guard snatched meup! They told him I must have been drunk, or something, I was pissing and streaking! To be fair to him, I was still in **** need of a piss when he grabbed me..."

"Oh, wow!"

"So I did the pee-pee dance in front of everybody, the teachers, my adviser, the dean! Bottomless! And I didn't even realize and tried to hold my bladder, not my pussy lips. I was shaking and moaning...and then peeing! They were the only witnesses to the first part, since there's no video in the back of the library, the lawyer's said I couldn't take the chance of losing the trial, being on the sex offender list! It's their word against mine, so I took the probabtion."

"Wow...that's some story."

"I know."

'Still, that's nothing!"

And for the rest of the night the girls giggled, remembering the most embarrassing moments of their lives until they finally stumbled up the steps mutually and prepared to pass out in their beds.

Margaret called from her old bedroom.

"What happened to my room?!"

At first she thought she was so drunk she had taken a wrong turn.

"Oh...well, you had been gone for years! Your computer was two years old when you left. I donated your books to an inner city school, because I know you love reading so much, and helping kids, that it would just be perfect!"

Margaret's lip quivered.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry. I'll see if we can get them back...but they hadn't been opened in a decade! I'm not a big reader...and you not being here, well, I think they were getting lonely. They missed telling their stories to bright young women."

Margaret smiled, "No, that was perfect." And she hugged her step-mother tightly around the waist.

"But what about everything else?"

True, the only books now left in the room were Dr. Seuss, on a short self next to the pink race-car bed. Posters of Disney princesses adorned the walls, which were pink, though a more subdued color than the throw rugs. A teddy bear sat in the corned, on watch over a toybox on the opposite wall.

"Well, I needed the space, a bit, my nieces come over on the weekend."

Margaret smiled, she did like kids.

"I never knew you had nieces!"

"Oh, honey, we've got a lot to learn about each other, but for once, I think you're the one who knows the least.", she laughed.