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Diary of Carolyn, The (MF)
by Skull Duggery (c) 1993
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 
awhile, 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 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.
   
