Three in One

~tarotgal

Tara lay back on the towel as the warm summer rays beamed down upon her. This was the life. No classes, no work, no responsibilities. Just the sand and surf, and a two good girlfriends to enjoy the first week of summer with… not to mention the abundance of hot men who just happened to wander by. She looked down at herself, her slender, sexy body that had taken her a full year to reach again after freshman fifteen and sophomore twenty hit her hips and tummy. It'd been worth it though, to be able to fit back into her clothes, and her bikini.

“We're back!” Lisa chirped, disturbing Tara's solitary thoughts with a round of cold diet cokes.

Tara propped herself up on one elbow and reached for one; she was parched, even if it had only been a half an hour since lunch. She sat up all the way to drink more comfortably, and stretch her legs out in front of her, spreading and wiggling her painted toes to rid them of tiny grains of sand. Yes, this certainly was the life.

“Mmmm, check that hunk out,” Shella purred, nodding her head towards a particularly well-built man who was just down the beach from where they three sat.

“Not bad,” Tara murmured. “Not bad at all… and his friend…”

“He's eyeing us!” Lisa squealed, grasping onto Shella's arm and giving it a squeeze. “Get him over here, girl!”

Shella, the most out-going of the group, a hot-blooded Aries and a young black woman, pulled her arm free and sent a wink and nod in the direction of the men.

Tara giggled to herself. She'd seen this happen quite a few times a day. Shella just had that sort of power. Not that she objected… these fellows were fine.

“Hey girls, y'all looked a bit lonely.” He had a deep southern accent to match stunning bright blue eyes and platinum blond hair. His friend, with an identical six pack but a dark buzz cut, hadn't looked away from Lisa once.

“Not anymore we're not,” Lisa giggled. “Which one of you wants to do the honors?” she asked, dangling the sunscreen bottle and putting one hand on her shoulder. The dark-haired one jumped at the chance, grabbing it and settling down behind her.

The other picked a spot on Lisa's towel and gave them all a stunningly irresistible smile. “My name's Mark, and that's Tony.”

“Shella, Lisa, and very interested,” Tara flirted, lifting one leg, pointing her toes, and setting her foot down in his lap. With a chuckle, he took her foot in his hands, gently working his fingers around her slender foot, her cute toes, and her ankle as if he massaged for a living. “Mmmm…” she sighed, finishing off her soda and closing her eyes. “This is heavenly.”

“Glad you approve,” he said, smiling with charm. He then looked over at Shella. “Where're y'all from?”

“Maryland,” she answered, “and you?”

“Georgia,” he answered with an adorable shy smile. “Just simple southern boys.”

“Simple my ass,” Lisa put in, eyes closed in pleasure as Tony's sunscreen-covered hands worked their way around her shoulders, his hot, heavy breath blowing lustfully in her ear. Or was that the breeze?

A soft breeze blew past them, hitting Tara in the face and making her sigh in happiness.

A strange unbeach-like scent tickled her nose, and Tara rubbed a fist against her nose until the sensation died down. It took longer than she'd hoped, but Mark hadn't seemed to notice.

“I'm gonna go get another soda. Anyone else want one?” Shella stood up, grabbing her purse.

“I'll take another diet coke,” Tara said, pulling the pull-tab off her empty drink and dropping it with a clink into the can.

“Same for me,” Mark said, reaching into his shorts pocket and pulling out a buck. “Keep the change.”

“Ooohhhh, could I?” Shella laughed. “Now I've got enough for that Ferrari!” She left with flair.

“You've got gorgeous feet,” Mark complimented her, reaching for the other and gently setting it in his lap as well so that he could give them equal attention.

Blushing, “Thanks, you've got a wonderful touch.”

There was silence a moment, and Tara looked over to see that Lisa's eyes were still closed, and Tony's hand was gently making its way over her shoulders to rub her chest and her breasts beneath her bathing suit. Lisa was in ecstasy, a wide grin on her face, and legs in front of her, crossed tightly. 'Not for long,' Tara thought to herself. She rubbed her nose again and cleared her throat. “Hey Lise… I left my sunglasses upstairs in the room… would you mind…?” It was more for herself than Lisa's benefit—the girl had no concept of modesty and no definition of PDA.

Lisa and Tony popped to their feet in an instant. “No problem, girl. We'll go get 'em.”

Tony put his hand on the small of her back, urging her to stop talking and start walking. She gave him an alluring smile and leaned against his body, her chest against his chest, her legs against his legs… then they were off.

Mark laughed and shook his head. “Don't worry, he… er…”

Tara patted him on the thigh, then pulled her sunglasses out and propped them on her head. “Don't worry, she is, too.”

“And I'm not…”

She laughed. “It's ok. I could tell. I'm not either.”

“Sodas!” Shella called, throwing them their drinks and grabbing her towel. “I think I'm gonna go for a dip. I'll be back in a few. Promise to be here? Can I leave my stuff here for when I get back?”

Tara nodded. “I'm not planning on going anywhere. Have a good swim!”

“Thanks, girlfriend!” And she was off.

Tara and Mark broke open their sodas and took a few sips of the cold, cool liquid. It was Mark who spoke first, slowly, “So it is down to you, and it is down to me.”

Her eyes lit up with recognition. “If you wish her dead, by all means, keep coming forward,” she quoted from the Princess Bride.

“Children of the 80's,” he said with a sigh.

“Simple children at that. So, tell me about yourself, Mark.”

With a nod, he complied, starting with his family, moving to university and his course load. All the while, he rubbed expertly at her feet as she sat back in bliss, drinking her soda. When he was finished, she took over the exposition. That is, until the breeze returned.

The gentle breeze swept across them, bringing with it a rich scent which brought tears to her eyes and a deep tickle to her nose. She rubbed at it a bit, losing her train of thought, but the sensation was far from dissipating. Instead, it grew slowly, taking hold of her whole nose down to her nostrils. Small rubs did nothing at this point, so she set down her drink and braced herself.

“Tara, are you all ri—“

“EpTchoo! EhChoo!”

“God Bless you!” The perfect southern gentleman.

“Thank you,” she replied sweetly, the tickle dieing down. She picked up her drink and took a few more sips, trying to make it look like it hadn't bothered her. In truth, she was a bit embarrassed about it.

“You've got an adorable sneeze, you know. Almost as great as your feet.”

She blushed and concentrated on her soda, as if the can were the most interesting thing in the world. “Thanks, again.”

“So are you and your friends here all beach week?”

“Yes we are. You guys?”

“Yup.” He took anther sip of his soda. “You know, I hate diet. I don't know what I was thinking. Would you like to finish this up for me?”

She smiled as she downed the last of her can. “I'd love to. These things are like air to me. Gotta have my diet coke.”

He laughed and handed it over. “You ok?”

She nodded, lifting her other leg into his lap. “Just fine. So, what fun things have you been doing this week?” Truth was, the sodas were starting to get to her a bit; she felt them sit heavy in her bladder. But she knew it would be no problem. She could hold it for as long as she needed to; she was having a wonderful time with Mark. Tara went to work finishing up his soda.

“Well, we went to a water park Monday, and clubbing out on the strip of course. Then yesterday we headed out to the beach like we're doing today. Just wanted to come, relax, have a fun time, maybe meet some girls.” He smiled and tickled her foot.

She laughed and pulled away instinctively, then suddenly regretted it. The change in position made her body rock, and the urge to pee fell upon her. She settled back into place, squeezing her thighs together to help hold it off. It was all right, this happened all the time. She had wonderful willpower. She hadn't wet her pants since she was potty training.

“So you're ticklish there, hmm?”

She nodded, concentrating on keeping him… she needed something to get her mind off the situation. “Yes! And everywhere else. That was a mean thing to do!”

He rubbed at both her feet. “I know, I'm sorry. You're just too cute to resist.”

Squeezing her thighs together more tightly, she felt the urge back off, and smiled. No problem. “Well, I guess that… oh no…” as a breeze washed over them.

“What?” he looked concerned.

“I eehhh…” she wiggled her nose. “I think I have to sneeze again.”

“Are you all right? Not getting sick I hope?”

She shook her head. “Aller… ehhh…allergies.” She put a stop to it by putting her finger under her nose.

He laughed. “Just sneeze. It's all right, I don't mind. It's not like it will kill you or anything.”

She shook her head. As much as it embarrassed her to sneeze in front of him, there was a far worse problem. If she were to sneeze, she wasn't sure she could hold back. And as embarrassing as the sneeze would be, going to the bathroom then and there would be humiliating. She hadn't wet her pants since the first grade, and now all she had on was a thin bikini. With the amount of liquid she'd had to drink, she knew it would be all over. And her without a towel. This did not look good. The tickle in her nose grew worse. “I know, I just don't want iiihhh… hehhh…don't want to sneeze.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Then he sat back and sighed as another cool breeze blew past them.

She squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible as the tickle in her nose grew to astronomical proportions. She tried all she could to rub it away, and hold it back, but she could feel it coming from the back of her nose, tickling wildly. She prepared for impact, hoping for the best. “EhhTchoo!” she sneezed into her hand as a second hit. “Ehhchishh!” A tiny burst of pee shot out on the second, warm at her crotch but nothing big enough to seep through or show. Tara sighed, amazed at her luck. She felt the muscles down there churn, urging her to release more now that a little had started but she tightened up and crossed her legs for added protection. With any luck, she'd be fine.

“God bless you!” he followed up again with a smile. “Thought you said you didn't want to sneeze.” He leaned in close with a sly look.

She looked down at the ground, a bit embarrassed. “Didn't have a choice there really. That tick…ohh…” she waved her hand in front of her nose as she scrunched her nose up again. “Gon… gonna…” she panted, eyes squeezing up, legs squeezing together to put pressure on her crotch. “Gonna… sn… sn… EhhhKishh!” sneezing toward her hand, but still spraying her body a little. She felt the cold mist on her warm, silky thighs, and its wetness urged her to pee even more. In fact, she wasn't too sure she could hold it in much longer. Perhaps she should start thinking about finding a restroom? The closest one looked to be the hotel's… and that was a ways away. What if she didn't make it? At least sitting down was less noticeable, and she could quickly hop in the water afterwards. But to have an accident while walking through the lobby of a hotel…

“It's such a gorgeous day out. Perfect for the beach.”

The urge to pee was intense… so much that she was sure she might have an accident. She couldn't let that happen. Making sure Mark didn't see, she quickly grabbed at her crotch, pressing fingers against it hard. It was a little warm, both from the little bit that had escaped, and from the pressing of her legs. She pressed hard, feeling much better, then slowly pulled her hand away before Mark could see it. “Yes… a very beautiful day,” she commented.

“So, allergies, hmm? What are you allergic to?”

Tara was growing less and less interested in conversation, as the multiple sodas were now all settling together in her bladder, which felt more full now than it had ever been. 'I've gotta pee. I've gotta pee. I've gotta pee.' She repeated to herself in her mind, trying to will the urge away. 'I've gotta pee. I've gotta pee.' “Um, certain scents- strong colognes and stuff. Grass, and pollen always makes me sneeze.” 'I've gotta pee. Ooohhhh… I've really gotta pee.'

“Ah. Dogs and cats make my eyes water and itch, but I don't sneeze much myself. My sneezes are pretty loud though, not as cute and wet as yours are.”

She wasn't sure if she should take that as a compliment or not. All she knew was that she really needed to pee. She squeezed her crossed legs together tighter, feeling the urge intensify for a brief second, then back down again as she clenched her thighs. 'It's ok… I can hold out… I've really gotta pee, but I can wait. Sure, I can wait.'

“Ahh…” Mark leaned back, looking at the ocean. “Nothing like the crashing of the waves and the roar of the ocean waters, huh?”

Tara nodded. 'I've gotta pee. I've gotta pee. Oh man. Oh man. Why must he mention the water?I've gotta pee soooo badly. I've really, really gotta pee.' She did her best to block out the sounds he was pointing out to her. The motions of the waters felt like they were crashing inside of her. Her crotch was the beach, holding back the waters inside from flowing out and ruining everything. The mere thought of the waters was almost too much to bear. But the sounds as well were terrible. 'I've gotta pee. I've gotta pee.' She scanned the area for anything that would help her. No towel… no restrooms… her eye caught sight of a port-a-potty in the distance, with a large white “Out of Order” sign posted on the front. 'Ohh, why now?! I've really gotta pee!”

“Nowhere like the beach to take a vacation. Has everything you could want, don't you think?”

'I've gotta pee. I've gotta pee.' Without meaning to, “I've gotta pee,” slipped out her lips. Quiet, but loud enough for him to hear.

Mark, confused for a moment, smiled a second later as he noticed how tightly her thighs were pressed together. Pleasantly, “You've got to pee?”

Tara was astounded at her words. Why had she said them? “I, um…” but it was no use. She was nearly bouncing in her seat now with urges. Of course he could tell.

“Well, go right ahead.” He looked around. “The bathroom over there at the hotel—“

“I won't make it,” she whispered, now actually bouncing. “I've really got to go.”

“Well, uh… the ocean—“

“I'm scared I'll start pissing right now if I even move… I'm so sorry…” she felt tears welling up in her eyes and she went to look from the ground in shame to Mark's face, when her eyes stuck on his crotch. It was evident to see that beneath his bathing suit, he was quite turned on. Worse yet, the mere sight of his hard-on was making her own crotch tingle with sexual urges… which pulled upon her bladder even more. Her muscles gave, and a small burst of pee snuck out again. Quickly, she stopped herself before barely any came out, by wriggling in her seat in urgency and grabbing her crotch.

Mark eyed her, understanding. “Is that your towel?”

She shook her head. “Mark…”

“Yes,” he said plainly, looking down at his lap. “Are you freaked?”

She shook her head again. “No… I just gotta pee. I never wet myself. Ever. I'm…” Tara trailed off, wincing as she pressed her hand against her crotch and squirmed around. “Ohh…” she uncrossed, then crossed her legs again. “I can't hold it much longer!”

He nodded and scooted off Lisa's blanket, then held his arms out. “You don't have to… but I have an idea that will make us both happy.”

Seeing as how she had no other option, she went to him. At first, she sat on his lap, straddling him so she faced him. “Do you really like this? I mean… I think I'm going to… pee on you…”

He nodded enthusiastically as he wrapped his own towel around her waist and put his hands on either side of her to steady her. “Please do…”

Tara felt her crotch burn with urge, and she was almost bouncing her place to keep it from happening. Even if he liked it she still wasn't so sure… “Oh Mark…” Her fingers gripped her crotch beneath the towel in desperation, applying pressure in just the right spots. She was still nervous, and unsure. This was a little sudden for her tastes.

Suddenly, Mark bounced slightly, and Tara let out a soft but surprised, “Ahh!” as a very tiny, warm burst squirted out between her thighs. The several streams before had thoroughly soaked her bikini bottoms at the crotch already, so at this one, a little leaked through. She suddenly went red and grabbed harder at her crotch. Once the urge to start peeing started, she was sure she could not hold it off and the little bits here and there were tempting her. Oh, she had to pee so badly!

“Here, move a little so you're comfortable.” He had her move so she was sitting sideways in his lab, one of her arms around him, her legs pressed tightly against each other, her hand at her crotch squeezed in between. Suddenly his hand joined hers, tickling her silky thighs, then moving to replace hers at her crotch.

Here, now, in front of everyone?

He pushed hard in just the right place, and it felt for a moment as if she did not need to pee to urgently. What a heavenly feeling! “Thank—“ she started with a sigh, leaning sideways against him when her nose began to tickle like mad. His cologne. Her breathing raced and she felt his hand press harder on her crotch, then his other hand place two fingers beneath her nose, scrubbing them back and forth against her nostrils. She was caught on the verge of both urges, too scared to do either, but amazed at how good Mark was at helping her. The tickles in her nose were dying down a little, so she sighed in indication that he could stop. Only then did she realize that her crotch was urging even more than before, pulling, tugging. His simple holding back was not going to work for much longer. She tensed up, bouncing slightly on his lap with a whimper.

“It's all right,” he whispered in her ear. “Whenever you can't hold it any longer, I'll hold you close. And… sneezey again?” he noticed the expression on her face.

Eyes closed and mouth wide, she still bounced as a look of angst and anxiety struck her face. “iihh… ehhhhhh…hehhhhh…” and then it happened. “ehh-EhKEshhhhhhhh!” She sneezed on his face at the same time as he let his hand leave her crotch. And her bladder gave up. She tried as best she could to make it stop. But once it started, it was too strong. His warm, strong hands wrapped around her tightly, and she buried her face into his shoulder, ashamed and sniffley, only to sneeze more as her bladder muscles relaxed and let out the enormous amounts right onto his lap. It soaked her suit completely, and the thick blanket, and his suit. She could feel how stiff he was getting as she continued to let it all out, and began to sneeze.