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Subject: {ASSM} Story Repost - Diary of Carolyn - Part 14
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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Chapter Four-teen
Copyright 1997
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction


    The steady unblinking light on the answer machine the following
morning trashed any guilt I might have been feeling for not waiting
for Kristen to call. However, it bothered me that I didn't know what
was making her act so weird lately. At any rate, dwelling on it wasn't
going to do any good, so I did my best to put it out of my mind, for
now.

    I didn't see Kristen for the rest of the fall vacation. When I did
see her the following Monday at school she would barely speak to me.
It was at this point I thought it best to end whatever relationship we
had. Perhaps it was that I had always been sort of a loner, but I just
didn't have the tolerance for whatever kind of mind games she was
into. I also believe this experience helped me to understand how
people could get into one of those love/hate relationships if they
didn't see it coming and put a stop to it. Besides, as much as I had
enjoyed making love with Kristen, I felt like it may be time for a
little male companionship for a change. The majority of the boys in my
senior class comprised two distinct types. There were the agricultural
type who would be perfectly comfortable going someplace in a tuxedo as
long as they could wear their manure covered boots. Then there were
the scientific type. Most of these guys were about as exciting as a
case of chicken pox, unless of course you were also the scientific
type, then I guess they could be a ton of fun. I didn't fit into
either of these categories. Actually, at that time I wasn't sure there
was a category for someone like me.

    You may think me unreasonably picky when I tell you that out of my
entire class there were only three boys who I would consider having
sex with. However, before you pass judgment, look at the facts. Fact
one, between the shit kickers and the computer nerds there was little
to choose from. Fact two, just because I was raised in farm country
doesn't mean I have an automatic calling to live my life as a farm
wife with ten gazillion screaming kids underfoot. Fact three, although
I will probably never make the cover of Vogue, I'm for certain not bad
to look at and with the exception of my smallish tits, I've got a body
to die for. Fact four, I really don't mind being alone. Fact five,
well, there is always Kristen.

    Unfortunately, of the three I mentioned, only one had ever shown
any genuine interest in me. And, as you might suspect, he would
probably have been my third choice, had all three been available to
me. His name was Paul Carter. Paul was, I guess, sort of a cross
between a computer nerd and a James Dean type. He was the kind of guy
who blended in with whatever was going on at the time. Actually, I
think what I'm trying to say is, he looked just as comfortable in a
three piece suit as he did in greasy jeans and an old t-shirt while
riding his old pan head Harley. I might also mention that he was the
only one who didn't have a steady girl friend at the time, and, he was
the only one of the three who had actually asked me out more than
once. Of course, the fact that both Jason and Carl had been going
steady with their own girls at the time they asked me out may have had
something to do with it. Paul seemed a little surprised when I
approached him with my offer to take him up on the date that I had
previously turned him down on. Actually, I half expected to get the
same treatment I had given him, but such was not the case. In fact,
once he got over his apparent disbelief, he seem genuinely pleased
with the idea. He told me that he was going to be tied up all week,
but he invited me to go with him to a biker bash he was going to on
the weekend. Sounded good to me. He did say however, it hinged on the
weather. He said we could always put on enough clothes to stay warm on
the ride but even he wasn't crazy enough to ride his Harley in a snow
storm. I spent the rest of the week hoping it wouldn't snow.

    My luck held up all week. In fact, a warm front was forecast for
the weekend with temperatures up to fifty degrees for Saturday and
Sunday. I told my dad about my plans on Friday night and was a bit
surprised when he insisted that Paul pick me up at our house because
he wanted to talk with him before he would let me go. Knowing my dad,
there would be no big deal. He probably just wanted to show Paul his
gun collection and impress on him that he would get a closer look at
it if anything bad was to happen to me. I was right. As we started out
the driveway on Saturday morning, Paul commented on how nice the
collection was. Somehow the phrase "warm front" takes on a new meaning
when you are doing sixty on a motorcycle. It was more like if you
wanted to be warm, make sure someone was in front of you. Fortunately,
it was only about an hours ride to the next county where the biker
bash was to take place. It is also amazing how warm fifty degrees
feels when the motorcycle finally stops.

    I was totally fascinated with this new experience. I had never
been to anything even close to a biker bash and I also never expected
to see as many weird people as there was here. Actually, I didn't
realize there were this many weird people in the whole state.

    What was even stranger, Paul seemed to know a lot of these people.
Paul introduced me to a bunch of people that morning, most of which
had names like "Spike" or "Dirt Bag" and one I especially remember
called himself "Word Monger" I guess because he wrote for some
motorcycle magazine or something. Weird but mostly friendly people.
There I go again, calling other people weird, like I'm so normal. We
spent most of the day checking out all the various displays and what
not just wandering around the whole area. Paul was very attentive, and
although all this was new to me, I had a feeling I could really get
into this kind of life-style. Paul and I were also invited to a
private party that evening, shit, I thought were already at the party.
That may have been what I thought then, but that night would show me
what a real party was.

    Everything was pretty much over by five o'clock so Paul suggested
we go to where the party was going to be before it got much colder. I
agreed, but told him I needed to call my dad and let him know we were
going to be late. I told my dad I didn't know what time we would be
home and he only said to be careful and that he would be home if I
needed him for anything. You know, it's an awfully good feeling to
have a parent who trusts me the way my dad did. I do so love that man.

    It took us about a half hour to get to the party location. I was
totally shocked at how beautiful a house it was considering what all
the people looked like that were milling about both inside and out. I
asked Paul whose house it was and he said it belonged to the president
of one of the local bike clubs and he also owned the Harley shop. That
figures.

    I was glad to see that Paul felt about the same as me when it came
to drinking. Although most people disagree, I can have a much better
time at a party sober than I can drunk. And this was a party. Things
were getting pretty wild by around ten o'clock as I started to notice
a few of the girls who were drunk enough had shed their clothes and
were just walking around nude. I couldn't imagine how they could do
it, but deep down I sort of envied them for their lack of modesty.
Actually, I think what bothered me most was the way they were showing
off their bodies. Hell, my body was in better shape than any of them.
But then I didn't have the guts to do what they were doing, or did I?

    It was along about midnight when a bunch of the guys decided what
the party really needed was a beauty contest. Everyone seemed to agree
as there were about thirty girls so there would be plenty to choose
from. I even started to get excited about it until I realized it was
going to be a nude beauty contest. Even if I was able to go through
with it, how would Paul feel? I am definitely not used to drinking,
and maybe it was just the three or four beers I had drank, but I
wanted to be in the beauty contest. To my surprise, Paul thought I
should too. He actually said he would be proud of me if I entered.
"But Paul," I said, "how could you be proud of me when I would be
naked in front of all these people. I mean, you've never even seen me
nude." "Listen babe," he replied, "just the fact that you have the
guts to get naked is enough to make me proud. Besides, I've been
wanting to see how you look naked for a long time." Hearing that made
me both embarrassed and excited at the same time. It may have been the
beer, it may have been the party, or maybe it was just that this was
something I needed to do for myself, but I decided to go for it. Of
course the fact that other than Paul, I knew no one else here, had a
lot to do with it too.

    After eliminating the girls that either didn't want any part of
it, or were to drunk to comprehend what was going on, there were
twenty-two contestants. The rules were simple. The judges were
everyone that cared to judge. All the contestants would be fully
clothed for the first round. Each girl was to stand on the pool table
to be judged. The judges would rate each contestant on a scale of one
to ten. The girls that received an average of five or higher would get
to go on to the next round of elimination. Like I said the first round
was clothed. The next was to be topless and the third and however many
successive rounds it took to determine a winner, the girls would be
totally nude. One at a time we took our turn on the pool table amidst
the whistles and cat calls to be judged. Actually, I was rather amazed
at the number of whistles I received as I took my turn on display. I'm
not sure if I was, but I felt beet red all over from the combination
of embarrassment and excitement at this public display of myself. And
I still had all my clothes on.

    Six girls were eliminated on the first round. I was not one of
them however my ego was somewhat deflated as I only averaged a six on
the scoring. If it hadn't been for Paul's encouragement, I think I
would have quit right then.

    All the contestants then stripped from the waist up. I was
embarrassed almost to tears as I had to absolutely force myself not to
cover my naked breasts as I stood waiting my turn on the pool table. I
studied the other contestants as I waited, noting that only two had
tits as small as mine. One thing in my favor though, my nipples were
much more perfectly shaped and definitely longer. I was also a bit
surprised, and very pleased, that Paul seemed to ignore everyone
else's bare breasts except mine. I really did hope he liked how I
looked. It's funny how sometimes your feelings make absolutely no
sense. As embarrassed as I was with only my top off, I found myself
looking forward to getting completely naked just so Paul could see all
of me.

    Finally it was my turn on the pool table. As I walked across the
table, I felt so naked in front of all these people yet I was also
terribly excited at doing it. Also, if the whistles and cat calls were
any indication, I must look okay even with small tits. Even so, I did
my best to accent what I had and even summoned enough courage to tweak
my erect nipples a couple of times before getting off the pool table.
I'm pretty sure it helped my score because this time around I averaged
an eight. This round eliminated four more girls, leaving twelve for
the third round. By the way, two of the four were the ones with
breasts like mine so I know my nipples made the difference. Also, I
was beginning to lose some of my embarrassment. I think the fact that
Paul couldn't keep his eyes off me had a lot to do with it because
just knowing he liked what he saw was making me hot.

    The entire party was glowing with the excitement of seeing the
twelve of us completely nude. Two hours ago if someone had told me I
would be taking my clothes off in front of a crowd of strangers, I'd
have said they were fucking nuts, and here I was doing just that. I
had finally overcame my foolish modesty. It was actually a feeling of
relief as I stood next to Paul, totally and completely nude for all to
look at. "You are gorgeous beyond anything I imagined." Paul whispered
in my ear. If not for this contest I could have fucked him right there
on the floor his words made me feel so good. That's okay, I could
wait.

    I continued to check out my competition as I waited my turn. There
were some really good looking girls among the twelve now showing
themselves completely nude. I was however, for certain the most
girl-next-door-type of the group. I wore little make-up and with my
tattoo-free body and natural bush I looked nothing like some of these
biker babes. Finally it was my turn to strut my stuff.

    I still couldn't believe I was really doing this as I climbed onto
the pool table. One part of me wanted to cover myself up and run away
in shame, yet another, more powerful part wanted to show myself off to
these cheering party people. And this I did. I let them see every
private part of my naked body. Strangely enough, it made me proud
hearing them shout compliments about my lean young body. There was one
more girl to cross the table after me and they started the scoring.

    When the judges finished they announced a tie. Actually, it was a
three-way tie. I didn't think there was any way I could have been one
of the winners, so I nearly fell over when I found that of the three
to get a perfect ten, one was me. The other two were both biker
looking gals, hard looking I thought, but very attractive nonetheless.
I began to wonder what they would do to break the tie.

    It became apparent that the two biker babes had had this problem
before as they suggested solving the problem same as last time.
"That's fine by us," replied one of the judges, "but that method might
be a bit rough on the new girl." I hated being referred to as the "new
girl", nevertheless I wondered what they had in mind. "Your name's
Carolyn, right?" one on the judges asked. "That's right." I replied.
"Well, here's the deal," he explained, "these two bimbo's, I mean
ladies, tied the last time we did one of these contests. Being the
piss sluts they are, they settled the contest by which one had the
highest tolerance for holding their piss after taking a couple of my
old lady's water pills. Now, I realize this may not be to your liking,
and you tied with them fair and square, so, if you got a better idea
we're listening." Paul started to protest this idea but I motioned for
him to forget it. I figured when it came to holding my piss I had as
good a chance to win as did they did, so I agreed.

    "Then that settles it." remarked the judge, "You gals go empty
your bladders so as everyone starts even then each of you take two of
these here pills. They work real fast so it shouldn't take long to see
who wins. By the way, you three get to stay naked so as we all can
enjoy this too." I hadn't considered that part but what the hell,
everyone there had now seen me nude, what was another hour or so.

    Fast was a bit of an understatement because within fifteen minutes
I was ready to piss up a storm. I wondered if the pills had worked as
fast on my competition as I watched the two of them playing pool with
some of the guys. It didn't look like it as they jumped up and down
flapping their boobs around every time one of them sank a ball. Paul
kept asking me how I was doing and I would tell him fine, but in
reality, my bladder was starting to ache pretty bad. This sure was a
weird way to settle a tie in a beauty contest, but these were sort of
weird people so, I guess that makes it not so weird. Right?

    By the time thirty minutes had ticked by I began to think I
actually might lose this deal. I had never had any experience with
water pills but if they worked the same for everybody I couldn't
imagine how those other two gals could still be jumping around. My
bladder ached all the way from my belly button to my butt hole to the
point where I was almost afraid to walk, much less jump. I sat on the
couch and started making out with Paul trying to get my mind off my
aching bladder. Actually, I wished this would get over with so Paul
and I could go somewhere private. This new experience of showing
myself off nude had made me really fucking horny. I really didn't
think I would ever have the guts to show my nude body to a room full
of strangers, but now that I had, I found I was really turned on
knowing they were looking at every inch of my young body and enjoying
what they saw.

    It had been almost an hour when I began seriously considering
giving up. Making out with Paul had helped for a while, but when Paul
had got a little carried away and started playing with my pubic hair,
I almost pissed all over his hand as well as the couch. I was just
about to concede when everyone started cheering. I almost couldn't
believe what was going on, but one of the biker babes was standing
over by the pool table, laughing and pissing right on the floor.

    "One down, one to go." one of the judges hollered out. How fucking
gross, I thought to myself. It was now between myself and this other
girl named Sharon. I still wasn't very optimistic about my chances of
winning because unless Sharon gave up in the next few minutes I didn't
believe I'd have any choice. My bladder hurt so fucking bad I was
almost afraid to move.

    "Come on you two lovely ladies, get back up on the pool table so
we can all watch the end of this match." suggested one of the judges.
I began to see just what these jerks really wanted. I had thought that
one of us would give in and then head for the bathroom but that wasn't
how this game was played. It was pretty obvious that Sharon and I were
supposed to stand on the pool table until one of us lost control and
put on a piss show for the audience. I also no longer wondered why the
cloth on the pool table was so discolored or why no one seemed to mind
when that other chick pissed all over the floor.

    Even with Paul helping me up on the pool table, I could feel
myself starting to drip. My swollen bladder burned like fire with
sharp stinging pains shooting down to my vagina. I thought I must be
out of my mind for going through all this agony for a stupid bikers
beauty contest. I managed to stand it for about another fifteen
minutes before the pain became too much even for me but when I tried
to piss I found that I couldn't. I guess the thought of not only being
naked but also relieving myself in this public display wouldn't allow
me to let it go. I tried desperately to hide my distress but the more
I tried to piss the worse the pain became.

    I knew if I could only get my mind off the fact I was standing
nude on top of a pool table being watched by a couple of dozen people
I'd be able to piss. I tried to think of something else but with all
the people cheering me and Sharon on it was not easy. By the looks of
Sharon, I'd guess she was hurting probably as bad as I was and the
fact that we were both now glistening from perspiration was exciting
everybody even more. Whatever. At this point all I cared about was
stopping this unbelievable pain. I thought maybe if I masturbated a
little I might relax enough to let it go, but I didn't think I could
bring myself to do that in front of all these people. I mean, the fact
I had gone this far was something right out of Ripley's.

    No matter. I was too desperate to worry about it now. I closed my
eyes and started to finger myself slowly. I felt like crawling into
one of the pool table pockets when everyone began cheering me on. The
cheering made it worse. Every time I would touch myself it would make
my bladder spasm with pain but still no piss would come out. It was
then I noticed Sharon was masturbating also. I began to relax a little
seeing this along with the fact she was really trying to put on a
show. She was leaning back and fingering her exposed clitoris back and
forth as fast as she could when without warning a big stream of hot
piss sprayed from her pussy, covering the people who had gathered
around her for a better look. Seeing that was all it took to finally
get me going. I just stood with my eyes closed and my arms at my sides
as my piss splattered on my bare legs while my bladder emptied. It
then occurred to me I had actually won the contest. Purely by chance
too, because if I hadn't locked up when I tried to piss I would have
been the loser. Not bad.

    It was pretty clear pool playing was over for the night as Paul
helped me down from the piss soaked pool table. At least that's what I
thought until I noticed two rather drunk couples racking the balls on
the wet cloth. To each their own, I guess. As for me, I was glad to
get my clothes back on, although I did feel good about what I had
done. Having finally been able to break that psychological modesty
barrier was a far greater triumph than was winning this silly assed
beauty contest. And the fact that all this made Paul more proud of me
was icing on the cake.

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