Beth - My BFF

I met Beth on my first day of class my freshman year in 2010. We hit it off right away and would usually meet after class at the coffee shop. Beth was living in the dorms and I had a small apartment off campus. One day while on our way to grab some lunch Beth said we better hurry as she needed to go to the bathroom and if we didn’t soon get there she might wet her pants. I immediately took notice as I was not only a secret bed wetter but I have enjoyed peeing my pants since I was in elementary school. I quickly agreed with her and said that I also had to pee badly and didn’t want to have an accident either. Beth laughed and said,” I know as I have had a few accidents” and I said “I know, me too” and I told her that I had wet my pants more than one time and they can be very embarrassing. Well, nothing more was said and nothing happened that day but what was to follow would change my life.About a week later we were leaving the coffee shop and I mentioned to Beth that I had to get home do some laundry or I would be out of clean clothes to wear. She knew that I lived nearby and she commented that she would like to see my apartment and I quickly said sure, but then as we walked I began to think about what pissed clothing might be in the bathroom tub (where I sometimes threw it). After unlocking the door I went in quickly ahead of her to scan the room to make sure the coast was clear and then just as quickly Beth walked into my bedroom where I had failed to hide my biggest secret. I frequently wet the bed at night, sometimes by accident but mostly on purpose, and I would just throw the covers back in the morning and let the sheets dry during the day. I would usually wet them for two or three nights before washing them as one, I really enjoyed the freedom to piss the bed whenever I wanted, and two, I kind of enjoyed the stale piss smell they gave off after they dried. The bed sheets were a light grey jersey fabric and had a huge pee stain on them as they were still in the process of drying. Beth looked at the sheets and then at me and said with a smile “Oh, I see someone has a bed wetting problem”. My face immediately turned red and I quickly threw the covers over the wet spot. I said “Yeah, I’ve had that problem since I was a little girl and I still have accidents once in a while”. Beth immediately began consoling me saying that she too wet the bed sometimes especially when she has had too much to drink and that she keeps a mattress pad on her bed at the dorm but has only wet it once and none of her roommates had found out. I couldn’t believe that I may have found a friend who didn’t seem upset about my bedwetting.A few days later Beth told me about an arts festival that weekend and that we should go together. I said that would be great and she said she would come over to pick me up later on the first day of the festival. I knew if that I started drinking beer at the festival that I would want to wet myself as I had prided myself in discretely having accidents in public for some time. With that in mind I decided to wear my black leggings and suede scrunch ankle boots. I knew it would be hard to see the wet fabric in the evening and I really wanted to see if Beth would also wet herself if I did. After slipping on a pair of Victoria’s Secret blue cotton high leg panties, I pulled on the soft leggings followed by an old pair of black slouch socks that I could push down into my boots. I put on my bra and v–neck lamb’s wool sweater with a belt so that I could hike the sweater up just past my ass to expose (or pull down to hide) any damage done by my wetting. The thought of pissing myself while with someone else was giving me goose bumps but I tried not to think about it.Beth called and said she was on her way and soon she was knocking on my door. I invited her in and she immediately said how cute I looked. I said that she did too. She was wearing denim jeggings tucked into tan UGG boots. She had on a knit top with a short denim vest. We both commented that it would be a little cool tonight so pants were the only way to go. We jumped in her car and we drove the short distance to the festival. I suggested we park in a lot a little away from the activity so that we would find it a little easier to get out later. Beth agreed not knowing that my real reason was to make a less obvious escape if my accident was seen by too many people.We started off by buying ourselves huge 20 oz. cups of draft beer. We walked around the streets looking all the vendors’ crafts, clothes and of course, art. As we continued to walk around we ran into some fellow students and soon we were on our second round of beer. By the time we finished the second beer we were both feeling pretty tipsy and I could feel my bladder filling. I ask Beth if she would be able to drive us home and she said probably not if she kept drinking beer so she suggested she take it easy on the beer and for the next round she switched to a large iced tea.We were standing in a small crowd watching a magician when I realized my bladder was aching to be emptied. I told Beth my predicament and she said that I would have to get in line at the row of port–o–potties nearby and I told her how much I hated using them as they were always so filthy inside. She said well it’s either that or pee my pants. With that I starting relaxing my bladder and I felt the first spurt of pee wet my panties. Oh, it felt so good to be doing it right there knowing that Beth was standing right beside me. She must have noticed something was going on as she whispered “Are you wetting yourself?” and I nodded yes. She smiled and began to giggle and then glanced down at my crotch and said “I don’t see anything” and I said “You will now and with that I left out a strong gush of pee for about 20 or 30 seconds. It shot around my crotch and up my ass soaking them instantly and quickly ran down the inside of my pants soaking my socks and running into my boots. I stopped only emptying about half of my bladder. Beth looked around at the people walking by and standing to watch the magician’s act but no one noticed what I was doing. It was now dark and the street lights and vendors were the only sources of light.We heard one of the music acts starting up and decided to work our way to see them. As we walked near the lights Beth looked at my leggings to see if the wetness showed and she said that she could just make out the darker color on the inside of my legs and around my behind but it really was hard to see. I was now on my fourth beer and Beth had nearly finished a very large iced tea when we began looking for a good spot to watch the band but be away from the brighter lights and crowd.I was now getting fairly drunk and feeling no pain with the exception of my ever expanding bladder and the increasing urge to pee. Beth also said she really need to go and we were both doing little pee dances to the music. Finally as the music got really loud I could hold it no more and began pissing into my already soaked pants. The pee quickly flowed up my behind and down my legs in a full stream of gushing pee. It saturated my leggings and completed soaked my socks as it began filling my boots. I was weak in the knees and almost in a daze as I kept pissing and I was actually pushing the pee out as hard as I could. I looked down and the dim light reflected off the shine from the huge volume of pee running down my legs. The pee had completely filled my suede boots and was running out the zippers forming puddles under my feet but I didn’t care and just kept peeing until the pressure on my bladder subsided. Beth was watching the whole thing and with a laugh said we better get out of here before someone sees what happened. As we walked away from the crowd and music you could hear the squelching of the pee in my boots and the trail of wet footsteps behind me. When we got to the car Beth had me stand under a light to examine the damage I had done to myself. My leggings were completely wet with only a dry V shaped patch on the outside of my legs from my thighs to my waist. My ass had a huge wet stain all the way across and my crotch was wet side to side and halfway up the front. But what really had me going was with every step the toes of my suede boots became shiny wet and pee oozed out of the side zippers.This was all too much to bear for poor Beth who had been drinking all night and had yet to empty her bladder. She said“Watch this” and stood with her legs about a foot apart and let go into her denim jeggings. I watched excitedly as the wet spot quickly spread down her legs into her UGG boots. Within seconds her pants were shining in the light as she pissed full force. I thought I had a huge bladder as I know I can usually hold a quart of pee when I’m bursting but I swear she was holding more than that as she must have pissed for almost two minutes as I kept saying “Oh my God, Oh my God” to the huge accident she was having. A small stream came from her crotch while she peed and her tan boots turned dark brown as the pee first soaked into them and eventually over them. When she finished she left out a sigh of relief and I ran over and gave her a big hug. I said let’s have a look at ‘your accident’ and she stood facing the light. Her pants were wetter than mine with even smaller dry spots on the outsides. Like me her boots squished as she walked and she said how good it felt to feel all the pee sloshing around her wet socks and the furry material inside. She bent her knees up one at a time and we laughed as streams of pee ran out of the boots.She unlocked the car and went into the trunk to get some towels she kept there. I said “Gee you seem pretty prepared if you have an accident” and she said “Well accidents do happen” and we both laughed as we laid the towels over the seats to go back to my apartment. It only took about ten minutes to get there and on the way we talked and laughed about how much fun it was to piss ourselves in public like that and said she didn’t think she would find another person who enjoyed wetting themselves and I said neither did I.We passed another tenet coming down the stairs as we were going up and I saw him look back at Beth’s wet ass and I’m sure he got a smell of fresh pee as we both noticed the strong pee smell coming off our wet clothes while riding in the car. After we got in my apartment I told Beth to come into the tub in the bathroom so we could rinse off. We both stepped in boots and all and I turned on the handheld shower and I began hosing Beth’s pants down. I directed the water down over her boots filling them. She said “Get me all wet” and I directed the shower over her top and vest soaking them. She turned and I got her back wet top to bottom then she said “Now it’s my turn to do you”. With that, she took the shower and soaked down my lamb’s wool sweater all the way down to my suede boots. I reached down and unzipped my boots and took them off. I than pulled off Beth’s boots to reveal her wet argyle socks. I put the shower back up and as we stood under the cascading water we began French kissing passionately while fondling each other through our wet clothes. Both our pussys were dripping with cum and within minutes we both climaxed and sat in the tub facing each other and smiling and laughing.We helped each other strip off our wet clothes and left them in the tub to be dealt with later. After we dried off I gave Beth a pair of my cotton panties, a pair of black leggings and a t shirt to wear to bed since it was already chilly outside. I put on the same except for my heather grey leggings and a pair of fuzzy socks which I like to wear when I’m home and also when I sleep. Beth commented that she also liked the fuzzy socks so I gave her a pair to wear too but she said she would be too hot if she wore them to bed.I made Beth some hot tea after which we hopped into bed. We kissed some more before falling asleep. It was just getting light when I woke up having to pee badly and was almost ready to just piss the bed when I felt Beth sleeping next to me. I slowly got her to roll on her back as I gently moved my body on top of her. As she opened her eyes I said “Good morning” and she said, in a sleepy voice, ‘Hi”. With that I slowly relaxed my bladder as we both felt the warm pee soaking into our clothes. She began to smile as the warmth of my pee soaked through her leggings and panties and I began kissing her as I continued to pee. About halfway through I sat up with my legs straddling her butt and I began pissing again and we both watched as the pee washed over her leggings. When I was done she “My turn” and I rolled on my back as she climbed on top and started pissing on me through her already wet panties and leggings. I was soon lying in a puddle of pee that now had soaked up my back and down to my knees. I reached back and pushed the pillows away from the ever expanding puddle of pee. Beth sat up on top of me and began splashing the puddle of pee I was lying in back onto my pants laughing as she watched it re–soak my now dark grey leggings. We both rolled in the wet puddle laughing and kissing each other as we were now completely soaked in our own pee. We jumped out of bed and stripped off our pissed clothing. I grabbed some clean towels and laid them on the bed and we both got back in and made love for the rest of the morning. It was the beginning of many memorable days and nights with my new best friend forever, Beth. By: Angela