Kelsey grabbed her bookbag and headed out the door.
Today was the day of her midterm exam for her general fitness class at community college, a test that involved a timed mile, and a timed count of situps, pushups, and pullups.
Kelsey was never particularly athletically inclined, but she thought she would be able to pass, at least.
The bus that day was fairly crowded. It jerked and stopped repeatedly, slowly making its way through traffic. It came to a stop at the usual place in front of campus. Kelsey held onto her bookbag and weaved around the many students hanging around and socializing with each other.
Dan said “Hey!” with an eager grin on his face. Kelsey observed him walking over in his nice preppy pants and shirt. She had a crush on Dan, and had spent many hours in Geology class looking at his curly hair and his Adam’s apple. His veins stood out starkly on his arms in the sunlight. She marveled at how beautiful he looked. His teeth were perfect.
She began to open her mouth to utter a greeting in return when his friend loudly stepped in and clapped him on the back. Kelsey panicked and turned to walk away. She hoped he hadn’t seen that she had thought he was talking to her. She didn’t think he did.
Kelsey made he way to the gym. She noticed she was later than she thought, and was worried she wouldn’t be able to change in time for class. Her Phys Ed instructor, Mr. S. would always have a lecture for the late students. Most of the time someone was late, and class usually didn’t start without a couple of minutes of him pointing out that they were late and how he wouldn’t tolerate it and would ding them points. Kelsey didn’t mind the loss of points as much as the unwanted attention.
Finding her locker amid the sea of girls, she quickly put on her gym shorts and shirt and locked up her things.
Everyone was sitting around in a circle outside around Mr. S..
“Okaay. So today is the midterm exam. I will be timing you on the mile. Then I will do your count for pushups, situps and pullups. Any questions?”
Kelsey did have a question but did not want to utter it. She had felt like she could really use a bathroom break before the period began. She was starting to worry.
“We have bottled water here for all of you. I want you all to drink plenty of water. It’s a hot day out today and you have to keep hydrated.”
“There you go. That’s good. Get some water in you.”
Kelsey was not looking forward to the run.
The run began. She started on her four laps around the track. It was bright. Her classmates flew by at a quick pace. Kelsey tried but her bladder kept distracting her. She felt hot, her stringy hair hung against her face and she felt moist with sweat. She was behind most everyone else. She thought if she managed not to walk she at least wouldn’t face scrutiny.
On the third lap, the coach had run up behind, catching up. She didn’t want him to be there. Her lungs were heaving and she was panting audibly. “That’s it Kelsey, c’mon. I want to see you give 100%.”
She hobbled through the rest of the run feeling very sweaty indeed. Lungs burning, she went to sit down on the benches.
“Ok everyone. Good job. Are you ready for the next test? Situps! Michael Armstrong, you’re up…”
Kelsey began to worry. Not only did her bladder feel dangerously full, but she began to feel lightheaded, like she might pass out. A little nauseated too.
She heard Dan from behind her on the bench. “Hey…are you ok? You’re very red.”
“Yeah” she said, between breaths. “I’m fine,” she managed to say.
“Well all right then,” said Dan. “Good luck on the test.”
“You too,” she said, and then immediately scolded herself for how moony she must have sounded. Dan would never go for someone like her. All the girls liked him.
“And…Kelsey. Would you step up please…”
Kelsey stood up and immediately began to feel faint, but she was determined to finish her test.
“Dan, you’ll be holding her feet down…”
“Great,” thought Kelsey.
She gazed at her muscled, middle aged instructor as he pressed the button on the stop watch. “Go!” he yelled.
One sit up.
Two.
She didn’t start to panic until number 20…then she began to feel not so in control.
She began to wheeze, audibly. She hoped no one could hear.
She started to do the situps exceedingly slow, exceedingly carefully.
Her coach quickly stepped near her and crouched down. “Kelsey, you can do this. You’re going to need to pick up the pace. C’mon. You can pass this.”
She mechanically lifted herself up and down, up and down. Eyes closed, she grunted with each sit up, wheezing the whole time.
There was an eerie silence. And she had the thought “my crotch is really sweaty.”
She began to quicken her pace, as if the minute would go by faster. “UH” she practically yelled, whipping her torso up. “UH” she said again with each new situp.
She had not faced reality yet. A pool of liquid had began to form around her butt on the concrete. No one noticed at first.
Then Dan saw it. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like taking his hands away from her feet, but resisted.
Her shorts, wet and clinging to her cleft, did nothing to hide the fact that each situp forced a stream of urine right through the fabric. Each time she sat up she sprinkled again.
Mr. S. noticed the strange silence from the class, and then looked down at Kelsey.
She was moaning and wildly sitting up. Dan held her feet, crouching, trying not to get her urine on him.
“Oh no” uttered Mr. S.
Mr. S returned to her side, crouching. Kelsey felt him press her shoulder into the concrete again so that she wouldn’t get up. In a horrible, pitying whisper he said, “Kelsey, you need to stop. You need to calm down.”
Kelsey lay on the concrete, her doubts vanished that any of this was salvageable. She felt relief and horror as her urine exited her body, relieving the pressure in her loins.
“Get up” he said.
Kelsey felt his beefy arm pull her up and lead her toward the locker room entrance. She was trying to stop pissing while she walked. Her flow couldn’t seem to stop.
“Now, Mrs. Stanhope is in there…she’ll take care of you.”
“Why didn’t you ask to go to the bathroom?” he said exasperatedly. He took out a walkie talkie. “Helen?”
“Yes, Coach S.?”
“Are you in the locker room.”
“Yes, I’m in my office.”
“Can you come get a student of mine? She’ll meet you out front.”
Mr. S left her at the entrance. A woman she recognized as Mrs. Stanhope opened the door. Kelsey didn’t know what to do if it was better to say anything or not.
“I pissed my pants” she blurted out, trying not to cry and failing.
“You what??”
Kelsey watched Mrs. Stanhope gaze at her crotch and the puddle at her feet.
She sighed, exasperatedly.
“Come with me,” she said.
Thankfully, no one was in the locker rooms as she mad her way into the coach’s private office.
She saw Mrs. Stanhope look around the room to find a plastic bag. “Here, “she said. “Put your clothes in the bag.”
“Yes, right now” she said.
“Mrs. Stanhope?”
“What?”
“I still have to pee,” Kelsey said, trying not to cry.
“Come here” Mrs. Stanhope, said. She impatiently began to strip Kelsey. She tugged her shirt over her head. Then before she knew it, she reached behind her and deftly unclasped her bra.
“Oh it’s everywhere” she muttered…
Trying not to touch Kelsey, she quickly dropped her shorts and underwear.
“You’re gonna have to get your socks for me, honey.”
Kelsey bent down and took off each white athletic sock.
She felt the coach take her hand and practically drag her to her private bathroom and plop her on the toilet seat.
She managed to force her urine out. She wiped herself and flushed.
“I’m going to go find you some spare clothes. Here’s a towel. Please go clean yourself up.”
Kelsey took her urine soaked body and stepped into the shower. She mechanically turned the water on and began to soap herself. When she was done, she dried herself off with the towel and stepped out into the office.
Mrs. Stanhope handed her more shorts and a shirt. “There’s nothing to be done about your shoes, I’m sorry. Is someone picking you up?”
“I…I took the bus.”
“Ok. Ok sweetie.”
“Hon…you’re 19 you’re too old for this you know that right? If you have to go to the bathroom just ask, ok?”
Kelsey didn’t know how to respond. She worried the coach would be mad at her for not saying anything.
“Why didn’t you speak up?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know,” Kelsey said again, face crumpling.
Mrs. Stanhope stood up from where she leaned on the desk and hugged her. Kelsey tried to wriggle free, but the coach held her firm in her tight athletic grip. In spite of herself, Kelsey let out a sob.
Mrs. Stanhope stroked her back, and Kelsey did everything she could to not pay attention to what was happening.
“Shh…It’s going to be OK” Mrs. Stanhope said in a horrible voice that was supposed to sound soothing.
—
4 months later, Kelsey was walking to her car from her new job at the ice cream parlor. She had a physical to go to across town.
She stepped into the lobby and approached the receptionist. She was still in uniform, her hair tied back in a pony tail. Her mother, whom she still lived with at home, had insisted she take advantage of her health insurance and do her yearly physical.
“Hi,” said the receptionist. “Please fill out these forms and have a seat.”
Soon, a woman stepped through the doorway and looked at her clipboard.”
“Kelsey? Can you come with me?”
She was taller than Kelsey and had her brown hair tied back as well.
Kelsey dropped off her paperwork and followed the woman in the lab coat. Nothing seemed unusual about her.
She took her height and weight in the hallway and led her to a room with an exam table. She gave her a paper gown and told her to get dressed.
Kelsey always hated the doctor’s office. She took off her clothes and folded them. She put the gown on, and sat perched on the table, trying not to rip the paper underneath her.
A long time passed before she heard a knock on the door. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah you can come in.”
“Hi, how are you doing today, Kelsey?”
“I’m doing well. How are you?”
“I’m doing well. Now, when was the last time you came in for a physical?”
Kelsey responded, “Last year.”
“Okay, well let’s just run some tests. This shouldn’t take too long.”
Kelsey began to go through the tests. A blood pressure cuff. An inspection of her eyes and ears and mouth. A test of her balance and reflexes.
Predictably, the doctor began to listen to her heart and lungs with her stethoscope. Kelsey breathed in and out dutifully.
“Now Kelsey, when was the first day of your last period? If you can remember. If you can’t it’s OK. Just take your best guess.”
“Um…the 13th.”
“All right. Very good…Are you on your period now?”
“No.”
“All right…”
“Kelsey guess what?”
Kelsey felt her heart pound in her chest, not knowing what to anticipate.
The doctor placed a hand on her shoulder. “You have your paper gown on backwards!”
“Oh!” said Kelsey, not really knowing what to say. “I’m sorry! I just thought…I thought this part was in front.”
“No…that part goes in the back. But it’s fine, it shouldn’t interfere with anything.”
“Now…part of your physical involves a breast exam. Have you ever had a breast exam?”
“No…” she said. “But I know about them.”
“Oh good. Do you do them to yourself?”
“Oh…no.”
“Well, every woman should give herself an exam once a month.”
The doctor began to place her gloved fingers gently on her left breast. She felt light pressure as her doctor felt different areas of her breast.
“Now…can you show me on your other breast?”
Kelsey thought it was strange, but began to palpate her breast in front of the doctor.
“Is this all right?” Kelsey said.
“Perfect…I want you to do that every month OK?”
Then the doctor stood between her legs. Kelsey’s arms propped her up and her legs dangled. The paper gown, open in front, was parted. Kelsey felt very exposed.
Kelsey sat like that, frozen in fear as her doctor lowered herself to her knees and wordlessly began to suck on her pussy.
She had no idea what to do.
She felt the woman’s lips brush against her genitals and her hands wrap around her waist.
Kelsey’s clit was in her mouth.
She felt her clit being kissed and licked. This was all happening so quickly. It was hard to believe this seemingly normal woman was giving her cunnilingus.
As she sat there, not knowing what to do, she felt herself become engorged. She was responding in spite of herself.
The warm mouth felt good on her genitals. She never thought this woman was such a pervert. She was so pretty and normal looking.
But there she was, tasting her.
In spite of the strangeness and unexpectedness of the situation, Kelsey began to feel very aroused. Her clit felt very hard. Harder than she normally felt, even when she masturbated by herself.
The ever moving lips continued to lick and suck and nibble on her gently. She felt like she was getting wet, but the woman eagerly and deftly swallowed her juices as they flowed out of her.
She had never had oral sex before. She didn’t think she would ever be able to cum in someone’s mouth.
She felt her doctor’s soft breath between her legs. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, her pussy swelled as her clit flexed, and she shivered as she orgasmed into her mouth. She came and came. Her clit felt so good she couldn’t help but release.
The doctor stood up and and turned around, wiping her mouth like nothing happened.
“You’re done. Please put your clothes on and go wait in the lobby.”
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