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Relief & Release

Inside the front door she peeled off her clinging wet dress. Unclasped the bra.
   I was excited. I was going to lose my virginity. But I really needed to pee.
   On the landing she told me we were going to do it in her parent's bed. They were away. I looked around and tried to guess which door was the bathroom. She led me by the hand through a door before I could decide.

In the bed she pushed off my t-shirt and pulled down my jeans. I really needed the toilet. She pressed her breasts against my chest. Skin on skin. I got hard. Thankfully this helped stem the urgency in my bladder. That is, until she lay on top of me even harder.
   “Have you got a condom?” she asked, kissing me.
   “Erm ... no,” I mumbled.
   “Hang on.” She left the room.
   I considered making a dash for the toilet but I must have thought about it too long because she was back before I could make my move. And I still really needed to pee.

When it was over she asked how it was. I said it was good and asked if I could go to the toilet and she said only if we could go again. I agreed.
   I was glad I hadn't pissed inside her.

Years later I still like telling my wife this story of our first coupling because she'll always says something along the lines of, “Oh you are sweet! To think you didn't have the courage ask! I love you.”
   It never fails to get her in the mood.

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